Selphie prays to Helm in the goblin breeding tent

“The loss of the trinkets is a sign from Helm! I must endure the goblin breeding frenzy. Pray for endurance and outlast them to escape.”

Target >= 50, 1d100 roll+19=55, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

“Pray to Helm for a weapon.”

Divine intervention >= 50, 1d100 roll=82 (success)

Selphie Quimbane Corruption 20, Virtue 13

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If she is lost, that must be the will of Helm. If her god did not want her to be bred, he would not have let the goblins take away her magic pearl necklace. She is a paladin, and she must face her fate.

“Please fill me with your jizz, Lord Plumpo,” she begs the goblin. “Please knock me up. My belly is made to carry your brood. My tits are made to nurse the many mouths of your children. My golden hair is made to be yanked and pulled by our progeny.”

Plumpo cackles. He points at Selphie’s tummy. Ghostjizz the Shaman takes direction and presses the goat head staff against her soft skin. “Shape the seed bed,” the shaman chants. “Shape the seed vessel. Shape the fertile elf slut. Shape the brood mare. Shape the seed bed.”

The goat head at the tip of the staff glows a malevolent pink. Selphie’s tummy aches. It feels as though her organs are rearranging, making her more receptive. She prays for endurance. When Ghostjizz takes the staff away, it leaves a glowing pink womb tattoo on Selphie’s elven tummy. “Please,” she begs. She feels vacant. She feels fertile. She feels in need of filling.

Plumpo jumps on her. He grabs her tits like funbag handholds and shoves his dick in her **** cunt. She moans involuntarily. The shaman has changed something in her. Her tits feels swollen, ready to feed a litter, in need of milking. Plumpo mauls them cruelly as he rams his dick in her over and over. His dick rams her cervix. She can feel a thirst to her womb she hasn’t felt before.

The heavy goblin cock pounds Selphie’s pussy, but it is not yet giving her the cream that she craves. She desperately needs to be filled. She prays to her god. “Please Helm, take mercy on your paladin. Take holy mercy on your servant girl.”

The load does not come. The jizz she prays for does not flood her womb. Selphie opens her eyes. The two goblins are gone now. Towering over her desperately wet cunt and aching funbags is Marduk. The orc helped her slay the cultists before. He stands in the breeding tent like a conqueror.

The orc hefts a suggestively bloody sword and smirks. “You ran off on me, paladin girl. Here I find you fucking some common dirt goblins when you could be carrying an orc warrior’s litter in your belly. Have you vanquished the demon lord Grazzt already?”

Her new womb tattoo pulses with pink light. Selphie puts her hand on her tummy and looks up at her muscled saviour.

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