Actually, he just really, really loves coming inside her.

[neo_kenka: voting closed!]

"Unholy Hell, I don't think... I'll ever masturbate again, heh hheeoooooo~"

Her eyes went wide as she felt the flood of heat packing into her birth canal, and against her womb. "No," she sobbed, "please... take it out... please..."

"Aaah... why? Even if that doesn't do it, the next few weeks certainly will!"

"Wh... No..." Her head continued to swim, from the shame and the fear and the drugs that continued to circulate through her. She could barely move anymore, and everything was a high-impact feeling: the crackling warmth of the fire, the occasional breeze whispering between the trees, and the unwanted caresses of the knobbly fingers of the wretched little fiend who was trying to impregnate her. Her only saving grace would be the chance that his seed would not take root in her; he was no elf, man, or orc. Did goblins breed as they did? She had to hope they did not.

"Oooo, perfect!" Kazex exclaimed. She could barely manage to move her head to look, but her eyes eventually saw him approaching... with her iron manacles in his hands. "Why do you adventurers even buy these, heh heh? But I'm grateful!"

The next day...

The journey back to his cave was hardly fraught with perils; he wouldn't have moved into a dangerous place, after all, and it was sufficiently hidden from bears looking for a home. Up the rocks did Kazex crawl, ever holding the rope that tugged the writhing human along. Another round of his mind poisons made her a bit more compliant, though it was clear she would still be rebellious. This was fine; he had prepared his cave for even this sort of spirit, and after a brief struggle she found herself trapped in his accommodations.

The manacles built into the wall would take an ogre to pull out, and the locks required his signet ring; no tumblers would ever get her out, even if she had the skill with picks. In her present position, with her legs shackled on chains and her hands bolted to the walls, her fat udders hung freely for Kazex to enjoy, and her legs remained spread open to reveal her cunt, still glistening with the baby batter he had pumped into her twice more since their fateful night together. Her eyes were red from crying; the drugs would wear off, soon enough, but his alchemy lab remained ready to replace them with even better ones.

Kazex secured his cave once more, and pored over his makeshift scrolls, looking at the battery of potions he'd need to prepare to get her ready for the rapid and pure goblin breeding she would do for the rest of her life.

"Please... let me go... I'll give you gold... treasures... my guild card... please!"

Kazex ignored her and contemplated the non-toxic balance he needed to break her in. He couldn't attack her mind again; the after-effects of the herbs outside meant she could lose her mind, and he rather liked her company the way she was. "And she ate so much of it, the dumb cow," he grumbled. A month, then, just to be safe; she'd have to learn to love it, instead of drinking any loyalty from a bottle. In the meantime, she'd have one, even two batches of goblins... so he had to decide how best to prepare her for that. He saw a few possible combinations of effects that would be safe along with the formula for hyper-fertility:

A) a potion to increase her breasts to an absurd level

B) a concoction to paralyze her everywhere except her uterus and birth canal

C) a formula that would make pain feel like pleasure

D) a drug to make her severely addicted to goblin cum

[Voting closed! D was a clear winner, followed shortly by either A or A tied with C, and then C. No love for the limp fetish!]