Have fun with her?

The Hobgoblin stood over the fallen adventurer, panting, his body trembling with the fading rush of adrenaline from the fight. His ragged breath was the only sound in the forest, his eyes locked on her unconscious form. She lay sprawled on the forest floor, her tall, athletic frame limp in the soft undergrowth. The leather armour that had once hugged her lithe body was scuffed and torn from their brief struggle, the dark fabric still gleaming faintly in the filtered sunlight. Her long, dark hair had come loose, spreading in tangled waves across the ground. The bow she had wielded so effortlessly now lay discarded beside her.

Even unconscious, she looked powerful—dangerous. Her skin, pale and unmarred, bore only faint scratches from their clash. Her elven features, high cheekbones and sharp eyes now closed in a deceptive calm, were elegant even in defeat. But beneath that calm, the Hobgoblin knew, lurked the same ruthless predator that had toyed with him moments earlier. He could see her chest rise and fall shallowly as she breathed, her lips parting slightly with each breath. She could wake at any moment.

And if she woke…

The thought sent a chill down his spine. Even in her weakened state, she could still kill him with ease. One quick strike, one spell he didn’t see coming, and it would be over. His luck had gotten him this far, but he couldn’t afford to leave it to chance. His hand trembled as he raised it again, readying his sword.

“Sleep… stay asleep,” he muttered under his breath, his voice shaking.

Rage simmered just beneath his skin. How many times had adventurers like her hunted him, cut him down, laughed at his weakness? How many times had he been slaughtered without thought, only to respawn and die again?

He clenched his teeth, his small, clawed hands balling into fists. All the fear, frustration, and anger that had built up over countless deaths welled up inside him, threatening to spill over. She was vulnerable now, completely at his mercy.

And that caused an intense stirring in his loins. He looked down at the rags that covered him and they were tenting in the largest erection he could ever remember having. All of the fear, the hate, and terror that her kind had inflicted on him for as long as he could remember, these beautiful and deadly creatures that visited hate and pain upon him and now he had one where he could enjoy his revenge, and he really felt like enjoying himself as he started to properly notice the view of her long shapely legs, her generous pale breasts framed by the black armour and her thin waist, looking easy to grip with his gnarly, calloused hands.

He bent down and lifted her up onto her knees, propping her against a tree nearby with one arm, leaving a hand free for what came next. His other hand went down, grasping at the rope that served as his belt with trembling fingers. He made a half-hearted attempt to conceal the rage welling up inside him - rage brought to a boil by those insufferable adventurers who made his wretched life a living hell, especially those high-and-mighty elves who always looked down their noses at him with smug superiority.

With an angry yank, the rope knot finally came undone. Keeping her upper body balanced against the sturdy oak, he released his supporting hand. Clasping the rope in both fists now, he quickly bound her arms above her head to a low-hanging branch, so that it would bear her weight. Suspended there like a ragdoll, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. A wicked grin slowly spread across his face as his eyes raked over her helpless form lewdly.

She was entirely at his mercy. Her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils - the sweetness of her soft skin mixing with the pungent, musty odour of exertion-sweat.

Her slender arms straining against the ropes that bound her wrists. Her green tunic had ridden up under the tattered armour, exposing the creamy skin of her midriff and the lacy edge of her undergarment. Her long legs were parted slightly, giving him a tantalising glimpse of her shapely thighs and the delicate curves where they met her hips.

The tunic's neckline had slipped down, revealing the soft swell of her breasts and the rosy peaks of her nipples peeking over the top of her bodice. The archer was an exquisite sight - her lithe body writhing and twisting as she swayed, her dark hair tumbling about her face, full lips parted. The Hobgoblin could hardly tear his eyes away from the elf adventurer's supple form, so pleasingly displayed before him.

Then, grasping the rope in both hands, he commenced tearing at the leather armour covering her ample breasts, shredding chunks of it away to reveal the tender pink flesh beneath. Her rosy nipples were already erect, visibly hardening under his hungry gaze. Releasing the rope, he reached out and began kneading the supple mounds in his large, rough grasp. They responded eagerly as the calloused pad of his thumb rolled over the sensitive peaks in firm, unremitting circles. Her pointed ears twitched at every touch and a light, breathy moan escaped her full lips.

He released her breast, and she hung there, tied to the tree, her top exposed except for fragments of shredded leather armour and tunic. Her heavy, breasts swung freely. Then he began circling her, drinking in the sight of her lithe body as she dangled helplessly before him. Her full, pendulous breasts swaying slightly with each laboured breath. Her slim torso and flat stomach, and her long, toned legs remained clad in close‑fitting, knee‑high leather boots and leggings. The dark richness of her hair caught the daylight, shimmering in warm highlights that made his claws twitch with the urge to grab it.

Suddenly giving in to his primal urges, he commenced shredding at the leather covering her supple thighs, tearing away the material and leaving red, bleeding scratches in their wake. With the leggings in tatters, he kicked her booted feet aside and spread her legs wide, revealing her most sacred area and still without a stir from the elf.

Encouraged, he pushed down his trousers, freeing his rock hard cock. Grabbing her by the hips, he stepped up behind her and commenced circling her folds with his bulbous head, smearing his copious pre-cum around as a natural lubricant. His species, as with many of his goblinoid cousins, was very well-developed to take unwilling females in such a manner. His race, in particular, had developed to breed and to overcome reluctance when doing so, as such their juices were both a natural lubricant and intense stimulant for the recipient, colloquially known as the “Hobgoblin Tingle”. As he continued to lubricate her, soft, rhythmic moans began to flutter from deep within her.

Lining himself up, he thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her harmonic moaning was interrupted as suddenly her eyes opened wide and she shrieked and screamed, back arching as she was stretched and filled by his invading length. But he didn’t slow down. In fact, he increased his pace and as he continued pounding mercilessly into her from behind she lapsed back into her rhythmic moans, chanting in time with each of his thrusts as she hung there.

Each brutal thrust drew more ragged moans from her lips, a helpless rhythm building as he used her. Tears streamed down her cheeks but her body betrayed her, inner walls clenching greedily around the goblin's plunging cock.

The sounds of bestial coupling filled the woods - his grunts and her gasps, the obscene slap of flesh on flesh, her nails scrabbling uselessly at the bark and rope. He was lost in the primal act of conquest, rutting into his captive with animalistic abandon, determined to ruin her for all others. She seemed to be lost to the relentless pleasure of his claiming. He angled his hips to batter her sweet spot with each stroke, determined to make the haughty elf his.

Whilst he fucked her, she seemed to be singing "Through the earth, my strength shall grow," interspersed with her moans which occasionally drowned out her words. She wiggled violently in his grip, twisting her body, trying to force him off of her, thrashing to escape this ravishing of her body.

Her struggling had little effect though, his grip holding her firmly in place as he continued to ravage her, stabbing deeper and harder. But she continued to chant "In silence deep, the winds shall blow.".

He huffed at that, not understanding why she was singing about the weather whilst being pounded into submission by his rapacious sex. "Bound by steel, urgh, yet spirits rise," she continued, interrupted by a particularly forceful thrust. A mischievous grin appeared on his face, He grabbed hold of her long, silky, dark hair and yanked it back forcing her to arch herself backwards and her head to tilt up high. He was close now, if only this bitch would stop her mumbling!

With far greater resilience than he thought she had, her chant reached a crescendo "Release me now, as freedom flies!" Immediately he felt the magic coursing through her, impaled as she was on his cock, and he realised his mistake. He knew it was some form of Rogue escape spell, and as he watched the rope began to unfurl from around the tree and her wrists.

"Shit," he thought, knowing the threat she now posed; she was strong, not as strong as him, but with far higher dexterity. Worst of all, the bitch had spellcaster capabilities. He knew he was at greater risk now, but the excitement was so intense! He continued to fuck her, all of her shaking and bucking as she was impaled on his shaft. Resistance is nothing new in the mating ritual of the goblinoid races, where consent is not normally a thing, but he needed to stop the primary threat, any more spells!

“Guah!? W-why does this feel so good!? Stop it! Hah! Ah fuck...I’m gonna kill, Uh,...don't stop…" Her words were cut off as he grabbed her throat with both hands.

Holding onto her hair tightly with his left hand he squeezed her throat with his right, choking off her air supply while forcefully driving his throbbing cock in and out of her pussy. The sheer force of his thrusts making her flail wildly, just like she did before she used her silly incantation. Even in her anger and hatred, he noticed something that hadn't registered before. That she was so wet, far more than what seemed reasonable. Despite being bound and fucked against her will, she was responding, thrusting back upon his up thrust.

It seemed this bitch wasn't as against this as she pretended to be, despite this however, she was still trying to mumble another chant, interspersed amongst her moans. Accordingly he tightened his grip on her throat trying to silence her rebellious spirit. What ensued was a protracted battle between their two bodies. His cock impaling her and meeting her thrusts back to meet him, her laboured breathing increased in intensity as she gasped to grab air.

As the crescendo built up, she was forced onto the tip toes of her boots as he continued to thrust up into her, her arms still held aloft by the loosened, but not completely untangled ropes and as he felt her getting weaker he kept his grip on her throat, conscious that at any moment she could unleash another spell and turn the tables on him. Despite this he felt and heard the beginning of her orgasm, the clenching and loosening of her cunt as she stiffened with a choked scream of intense passion.

With one last push he penetrated deep inside her and ejaculated, shooting a huge load of hot sticky cum into her womb. Locking himself in place he let every rope of cum find its way deep into her.

"Mmm, most excellent," the Elf mumbled, voice slurred with drowsy post-coital bliss. "I haven't been so thoroughly ruined in ages."

When the wave passed he opened his eyes and saw that the adventurer had a pop up in front of her:

You have fallen unconscious and there is no party member to revive you. Re-spawning in town in 10 seconds.

As he watched the timer countdown, a horrid thought suddenly occurred to him, he knew that she would disappear and respawn back into town, but what would happen to his cock if it was still inside her? He quickly stepped back and watched as in one second she was there, dangling from the rope, in tattered armour, covered in scratches, with cum still dripping from her used pussy, and then as the counter hit zero, she was gone leaving a small sack behind her and an intense dinging of multiple notifications.