The chief enters [Goblin]

After every goblin had their fun with her and they tired themselves, one by one they were all left lying on the floor together, covered in sweat and cum. Katya used the moment to relax a little, enjoying the silence and rest.

Only a moment after the last goblin had dropped to the floor, she heard someone come inside the cell. The goblin started to wake up and rose their heads in attention. They looked at the entrance and shook the men that were still sleeping, getting up and leaving the room.

When every goblin had left the room, Katya saw who had entered the room, a goblin who she recognized as the one who commanded the goblins when they attacked her crew, and she assumed was the chief of the tribe. He had long dark shaggy hair, a stark contrast from the traditionally shaved heads of his tribesmen, well defined muscles peeked on his arms and chest from below a nice tunic and a breastplate. He appeared more civilized than his more savage men. He advanced slowly towards her.

“My name is Arnall, the chief of this tribe. You’re my **** now, to be used as a broodmother.”

“Please! You could get ransom. Someone-” She pleaded, thinking she could reason with him, but he stopped her by grabbing her cheeks.

“I have no need of gold, what I need, they wouldn’t give for you.” He was calm but firm, his voice deep and commanding, he proceeded to explain her situation to her. “It will be better for you the faster you get it into your head, you will be kept here as breeding stock, you can either be fucked, or resist and be ****, either way you will carry my children, strengthen the tribe by birthing as many babies as you can. I will treat you well as long as you cooperate.”

The words felt like a bucket of ice water, she had held on to hope that they would set her free eventually, after having their fun. She knew what kind of life was in store for breeding slaves, she had never freed one, but her teammates told stories of slaves they found in their travels.

“First, I will clean the seed of my men with my own seed.” He continued, fiddling with her restraints. “To make sure the children you bear are mine alone, I have to remove their taint, one at a time.”

She knew what that meant, by goblin tradition, he believed that he had to fuck her once for every time his men had fucked her to override their seed. He had given her to his men as a reward for their victory, but he wanted to be the one to breed their new and only ****. She was in for days fucking the chief.

To her surprise, he freed her from her shackles. She caressed her hurt wrists, looking at them, then she raised her eyes to the door.

“Come,” the chief grunted, pulling at her from her arm. “Follow. Don’t get any ideas.” When she got to her feet, their height difference was very evident, he only got to her belly. His commanding voice, his toned body and he fact that he had backup was enough to give him control, though.