You accept your new life with glee.

Days pass and you continue to willingly service your master. When you aren’t riding him or being plowed by him, you are tending to him by bringing him food and wine while he presides over the lesser goblins.

The collar he had clasped around your neck remains as a heavy reminder of your fall. You never do learn whether it had any magical properties or whether he was able to corrupt your mind through simpler means.

You do not notice the change in the shape of the blue mark on your belly, which has now become a permanent tattoo on your skin. Your new master does not tell you of the child you’re carrying inside you now, keeping the information to himself behind a grin.

Only after you miss a couple cycles and experience bouts of sickness do you realize what has happened. You knew that you would eventually end up pregnant, but you never imagined it would happen so fast.

Had your master not completely corrupted your mind, you would have been shocked—appalled. Instead, you feel nothing but contentment.

The rest of your days continue with you trying your best to please your master in every way. You continue to service him with your body and tend to his daily needs. You even provide some unusual entertainment by letting a group of goblins fuck you for his amusement. It gives him special glee to see half-a-dozen goblin runts try and satisfy you but unable due to the spell he had placed over you.

Your belly grows rounder and rounder until you finally give your master his first child, a son that inherits all of his father’s looks and none of yours. You raise the child, and not long after giving birth, your master gives you another.

You live the rest of your life with a single goal: please your master. On the surface, it brings you joy. But deep down in your heart, you wish for a more merciful fate.