A day of nonstop breeding

The chief raised her hips, trying to make her stay on all fours, but she was unable to keep her butt high, her legs felt like jelly. With his first hard trust she collapsed again into the bed. They had been having sex for hours now, the chief stopped after the second orgasm to drink something from a flask and then came back to the bed, his stamina as good as the first fuck. By this point she had more cum in her than she had when the other goblins gangbanged her.

The chief was pumping into her as hard as always, annoyed but not discouraged by her now limp body. He held her by her tits, taking short fast strokes into her.

His dick punched her into her cervix. It had gone from painful to pleasurable and now back into painful, though he made her orgasm every time he came, pushing inside her with all of his might, entering her womb to deposit his seed, his cockhead never failed to pierce her cervix before spewing its DNA payload. He was making very sure she was bred, squirting every load right inside her baby maker.

The chief pushed himself deep, using his legs to drive into her womb as before, he let out a load with a low guttural groan. She had an orgasm like she did every time he came in her, feeling herself get limp again, her whole-body aching, her vaginal muscles milking his dick. She expected him to stop, but without missing a beat, he turned her over on her back, having gotten tired of taking her from behind.

He got her legs on his shoulders without leaving her hole for a moment. In that position he could reach deeper, entering her womb easily with each thrust. Her body was still convulsing, she had small orgasms rolling into each other.

When a big orgasm hit her again, she passed out, the chief still pumping his next load.

In the morning, or more accurately at noon, when she woke up, the chief was laying on top of her, using her tits as a pillow again. He was snoring, still inside her. She tried to get up but her body was weak, she felt like she ran up a mountain on all fours, and her crotch felt like she rode the way back at full speed on an unsaddled horse, and she was hungry enough to eat that horse.

Someone knocked at the door, waking the chief up. “Come in, Thaid.” He said, getting up from her and leaving the bed. Katya had the pointless reflex of trying to cover herself, she had just been **** by most everyone in the tribe, though when the chief received his guest, completely naked, she noticed he was one of the few who hadn’t fucked her. Yet, at least.

“Good day, chief Arnall.” Thaid said, addressing him in a very regal manner. He was an old goblin, bald with a long beard and a hunched back, holding himself with a rugged cake made from a tree branch. “I brought you potion. How far along are you?” He took a ceramic flask, like the one the chief, Arnall, had drank from during the night.

“Five. At least seven more have to be done by dusk.” Arnall was talking about the ceremonial cleansing, it wasn’t over with him taking the seed of his men out, he still had to fuck her once for every one of them, and he took his time with each fuck. At least he counted the one she wasn’t conscious to see through. She was losing confidence she could actually keep up with this long term, there was no guarantee it would get better eventually, or that he wouldn’t throw her back to his men if she failed to give him children.

“I’ll leave you to it then, I’ll be back tomorrow to make the first baby test.” With that, Thaid left, closing the door behind him. Arnall drank from the flask, then he searched his desk drawers, taking another flask from inside and extending it to Katya.

“Drink.” She took the flask, taking the cork out and looked inside. It was a red, juicy liquid, that by its smell Katya identified as a health potion. She drank the beverage, the taste of fruits, berry and a hint of **** warming her stomach and spreading relief all over her body.

Now recovered physically, her stomach remembered her she was starving with a growl. “Is there something to eat?”

“Of course,” Walking past her, Arnall sat on the bed, spreading his legs. “You can drink as much as you want,” He said, with a wave at his junk. She thought he was kidding around, but his expression was serious. Seen her reaction, or rather her lack thereof he continued. “The potion I’m drinking is made of among other things, goblin breastmilk. It makes male goblins produce enough precum to feed the nursing female and help him breed her of course.”

“You can drink it or I can feed it to you through your ass, but it’s the only thing you will eat. It will help the breeding and pregnancy.” Arnall had another motive, the potion also contained orc cum, something he was renitent to admit, giving his own cum some of the aphrodisiac properties of orc cum said to be addictive. He wanted her completely accepting of her role as broodmother.