The collar finally breaks your will.

It is over. Your head rolls back as you feel an excruciating warmth rise inside your core. You grow wetter, your body bucking lightly in unbearable want.

“Gods, please. Take me. Use me. I need it!” you say as you wreath below the hobgoblin. You spread your legs wide in submission, showing your readiness to the monster.

The collar must have some magic incantation to finally be able to break your will. There is no other explanation for it. Yet you wonder if it is all just in your head. You wonder if the collar is nothing more than symbol to help break down whatever resistance was left. There is no telling why you want him so badly now, but it matters little.

After so much teasing and shaping your needs to his will, the hobgoblin is satisfied with your current state of lust. He presents his hardness once more, the awkward shape ready to take you and make you his.

“Please… I want you inside me,” you continue to beg.

“Not yet, little one. There is just one more step to take. Your will may be bent to my desire, but your body is not.” The hobgoblin moves away from you, his massive prick bobbing up and down as he moves away, tormenting you with denial.

“Nooo…” you squeal in desperation, unable to move due to the restraints on your wrist.

“Weasel, the mixture,” he commands the goblin that has been standing there this whole time.

“Yes, master,” the small goblin says as he produces the bowl of thick purple sludge.

The hobgoblin takes the bowl and dips his fingers in the fluid. He chants under his breath as he extracts his stained fingers and brings them closer to your sex. You feel a heat emanating from his fluid covered digits as he hovers them over your sopping cunt, never coming in contact with you. You try and grind yourself against them, but you’re not in reach. You moan and coo in frustration.

The hobgoblin moves his hand to just below your belly button, continuing to chant. He finally presses his fingers to your skin, drawing out a symbol with the sludge just above your pubic mound. He draws what looks like a sideways moon crest before he pulls his hand away. You feel the symbol heat up, a heat that travels past your skin and directly into your womb.

You are driven further into a mad lust. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I want you!”

The hobgoblin brings the fingers to your mouth and pushes them past your lips, letting you clean them of the strange mixture. You don’t hesitate for a second as you lick and suck them clean of the sweet, jam-like substance, your lips trying their best not to let them go.

“Now you are ready for me,” the hobgoblin says. He pulls the fingers from your drooling lips and proceeds to drinks the remainder of the thick liquid from the bowl before tossing it aside.

He roars and grunts. Veins all over his body expand and contract for a moment as the liquid runs its course through his body. His cock seems to expand further, growing harder and more erect than even before.

The hobgoblin undoes your binds and forcefully presses your knees to your chest, bending your lower half upward. He guides his strangely shaped prick to your petals, running the bulbous mushroom head up and down your folds, making you squirm beyond control.

“Inside me. I want it inside me,” you mumble desperately. You try to thrust yourself forward in order to impale yourself on his prick, but a firm hold on the inside of your legs keeps you from pushing yourself onto it.

The hobgoblin rests the head at the very entrance of your hole. With a quick and powerful thrust, he fills your flooded passage with a single stroke. The piercings along his length rapidly strum your clit, making you come in an instant. You shake and moan from your quaking release. Your hole desperately tries to milk the prick inside it, but you know that this is only just the start of this obscene ritual.

The tall goblonoid sits still inside you, his length completely engulfed by your folds. His testes rest against your ass, his cock tip brushing your cervix. The massive mushroom shape head is spreading you like nothing ever has, yet your pussy eagerly accepts it.

The creature begins to lift his hips in order to draw himself out. The overly wide glans pulls at your inner flesh while the piercings massage you to amazing affect. Your body bows from the feeling as you inhale a pleasurable breath. However, you quickly gasp as he thrusts back into you with a powerful stroke.

The hobgoblin picks up the pace, getting faster and faster as he brutally takes you. Your senses are overloaded from the rapid stimulation and you experience one orgasm after another. Any other male would have surely come by now at the pace he is going, but the hobgoblin’s stamina is one to behold.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders to brace yourself. You glance at your lower half past your bouncing breasts. The way the hobgoblin has your hips angled upward lets you get a good look at the obscene act. You see the sordid connection between an inhuman man and a beautiful young girl, the olive green skin contrasting with your pale flesh. The shaft visibly spreads your petals wide in a way you never imagined them to get. The male root glistens with your wetness, reflecting the light of the nearby flame. You have become part of a truly animalistic act, one that you’re easily accepting body and mind.

“How does my cock feel... inside you?” the hobgoblin asks between grunts and deep exhales.

“Amazing…Ah! I don’t want you to stop.”

“Better than those puny goblins?”

“Much…better. They can never comp…Fuck!” you say as you throw your head back in another orgasm.

“What about a human’s? Did you have a lover where you’re from?”

“No… I had no lover. The goblins were my first.” You bite your lip as a shutter runs up your spine from the down-slope of your climax, only to start building towards your next. “But I’m sure… no other man can compare!”

The hobgoblin smirks as he continues to rapidly spear into you. “Then say it. Say how much you love hobgoblin cock!”

“I love it! I love hobgoblin cock!”

“So…Do you commit to me then?”

“I commit to you! I want nothing else!” As you speak those words, the moon crest drawn on your belly begins to lightly glow, a deep heat emanating from it.

The hobgoblin chuckles under his breath. “I told you that you would commit yourself to me, didn’t I?” The hobgoblin’s thrusts begin to grow even more wild and rapid. “I’m close. Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside me,” you foolishly say. You ignore the risk, knowing full well what it means for him to come inside you, but the urge to take his seed into your body is overwhelming. You reach your hands between your legs to his manhood, reaching for the heavy scrotum behind his prick. You fondle and lightly squeeze the stones of his sack. “I want the cum from these deep inside me.” His balls rise up towards his body as they prepare to come. “That’s it. Come in me.”

The very thought of him depositing his cum inside you has you over the edge. The final orgasm rips through your body in a massive wave. You scream out in joyous release. Your cunt squeezes the manhood inside you, bringing the hobgoblin to his own peak.

“Fuck!” the green beast yells out as he pushes himself fully inside you. His prick springs to life as it shoots off jets of sperm, battering your poor cervix and flooding your heated core. You look back down, seeing the green prick embedded in your twat, twitching rapidly as it deposits its dangerous load. You feel the balls still in your palms pulse as they release their potent seed.

As your orgasm tappers out, you pull your hands back and fall flat across the table. “What have I done?” you ask yourself as a horrible realization draws over you.

“You have pledged yourself to me. Take a look,” the goblinoid says as he points to the marking on your belly. What started as a crude crescent slowly shifts into a more defined shape with patterns and glyphs. “Now you truly belong to me. No other man will be able to satisfy you, and no other man will be able to give you child.”

The hobgoblin lets your legs free and grips his thick shaft by the base. He slowly pulls out until only the wide head is left inside you. You realize that the already oversized mushroom of his glans is now even bigger, keeping all his of his semen trapped inside you.

With a harsh tug, he pulls the horse-like penis from your tight confines with a loud slurp. You gasp as your hole is stretched extra wide to release the girth of his head. A gush of his filthy spunk spills out of your widened petals, staining the inside of your legs and the table below you.

“We’re not done yet. We will fuck all night until I am certain your womb is packed with my spunk,” the hobgoblin says as he flips you over onto your shaky arms and knees.

He takes a hold of his prick and feeds it back into your pussy. His hardness does not falter from having just come. He fills you out once more with his oversized cockhead and the wonderful texture of his pierced stem.

“Gods, yes!” you say in response to being stuffed full of hobgoblin prick again. “I’m yours—all yours. Cum in me all you want. Breed me as you’d like. Just don’t stop!”

The night of passion continued on for some time. A whirlwind of moans, grunts, and the slapping of skin permeated the night air. You could not even begin to count how many time you came. Your lover himself had seeded your poor womb at least a dozen times before leaving you sprawled on the table in a massive heap of sweat and cum. All the while, poor Weasel stood and watched the entire time, jerking himself to the sight of your submission, coming uselessly onto the ground at least a couple times. It didn’t take long after the endless fucking had ceased for you to fall asleep in a sea of sexual satisfaction.

You are left alone to rest on the dirty table. As you lay still in a peaceful sleep, the mark on your stomach begins to shift. Within the dip of the crescent shape, a bean shaped mark begins to form. Unbeknownst to you, this night is one when you are most fertile. With the copious amount of seed the hobgoblin had left inside your body, combined with whatever magic he might have incanted on the act, it is no wonder that his sperm found its mark.

You sleep throughout the night, unaware of the unfortunate results of your consummation with your new master, resting in preparation for a continued life of servitude.