The Goblining

Joachim kicked down the door to the tavern. Or what remained of the tavern. He and a band of humans raided a goblin township that was rather prosperous. Was. Their reason was one of conquest and cleansing. Curiously enough, he was not alone. He had a prisoner with him. He told his compatriots he deserved a reward, and that he would get one. Even if he had to settle for a goblin. They left him to his reward, joking about how he would turn into a goblin if he so much as touched her cunt. The tavern was trashed, partially burnt, and all over empty. There were a multitude of blood stains in the wood, but the bodies were dragged outside. Burnt in a pile on the outskirts to allow for uncontested looting. "Consider yourself lucky, greenskin..." He yanked a rope he held in his hand, jerking his prisoner inside. It was more or less simply a noose tied around her thin, green throat. If she tried to fight, or tried a trick, he would simply throw the rope over a ledge or tree branch and haul her up until she became a hanging reminder of why one shouldn't be ungrateful. "I trust you know this place well, so you can tell me where you kept the best drinks... if they aren't already smashed or looted." He sounded delightfully pleased at the acquisition of her; she was attractive-by goblin standards-and had supposedly had a nice voice to her. Whether or not said voice screamed well, he'd eventually learn.

Darujia had been wearing a skimpy little black dress when the town was sacked by the tall, ferocious warriors. She was still wearing it now, though it was torn in places, so the sexy little number was revealing even more of her soft, pale green skin than it had done before. The goblin diva's jewlery had been torn from her neck and replaced with a noose of coarse rope, a constant threat that she might be hanged to kick and thrash until asphyxiation like so many of her kind had been. The pointy-eared shortstack was still in shock from what had happened but she had the wits to listen to her captors as she found herself in what remained of the local tavern, where she had often entertained large audiences, before the horror of tonight. As most of the humans left, it seemed tonight Darujia would have an audience of one, and she knew he was a tough audience. He was their commander and the man who held her life in his hands. "Why would I tell you anything?" she replied bitterly, curling her plush lower lip in a pout, her inky black lipstick glistening in the flickering firelight. "You've ruined my life!" she hissed, feeling as if she could cry, but her amethyst-colored eyes stayed dry. Darujia had cried herself out already when she was first captured. Instead, she sulked, praying he would ignore her disobedience.

The hazel eyes of the human watched her. He gave her a warm, unsettling smile. "Because I'm asking you nicely." He tugged the rope again, forcing the considerable distance to close between them. "And if I weren't nice, I would hurl you behind the bar and hope that you wouldn't land on any broken glass. Or I would simply gut you, find it on my own, and watch you try to scramble away until you bled out." He sat on one of the few remaining stools. Due to the goblin built stool, he was more squatting and close to eye level with her. "So, please. Be a good goblin and sniff out that booze." He was glad that she had finally stopped crying so much. He kept her locked in a small closet while he gleefully slaughtered the rest of her people, having most assuredly killed coworkers, friends and even a passing flirtatious associate. A number of goblins in the town were known thieves and criminals, sure, but to warrant an extermination? Who knew who ordered such an attack, if it was even planned. "And try to be the least bit grateful I decided to spare you." He gave a small, nonchalant shrug. "If you were uglier, I would've just killed you on the spot. So remember that, hm?"

Glaring into the eyes of the murderous human commander, Darujia trembled with rage, indignation, and most of all fear as she heard the brutal truth in what he told her. There was nothing to argue. "Bastard," she snarled, just because she felt obligated to defy him in some small way. Then, because there was no other choice, she went rummaging through the ruins. She found the tavern kepper's secret stash of pepper whiskey was still where it had been before this nightmare started. As she collected the precious bottles and delivered them to her captor with a spiteful, seething silence, she tried not to think about the fate of this liquor's actual owner, who she shared many drinks with before. She tried not to think about anything from before. There was no time to grieve now, Daru had to focus completely on her own... 'situation'. There was really no telling what this human commander would decide to do with her in end, although she had a pretty good guess about his plans for tonight. She stood there, giving him her most evil look and fidgeting with the noose around her neck.

With a pleased smile, he plucked the bottle from her small, green hands. "Thank you, my little green harlot." He paused, noticing something off. "You didn't even get me a glass to drink from?" He shook his head, putting the rope under his boot to keep her from running off. "Goblin women really have no manners, do they... if I didn't know better, I would have thought you were some animal that bent over for any cock in sight." He uncorked the bottle and took a whiff before taking a short swig. The unusual taste was met with a lukewarm reception. "Queer taste you things have... oh well." He held out the bottle to her, eyes going over her body. The dress didn't exactly show anything, but it looked ratty. It didn't only a day earlier, but now? It was an eyesore. "Come on, I don't bite." He waggled the bottle to coax her closer. "Just because you started your new life as my property doesn't mean it has to be a bad one, right? Who knows, you may grow to enjoy it." That sickening smile came back. He was obviously enjoying his little emotional prods at her. As soon as he pulled her out of her hiding spot and tied the noose around her neck, he seemed friendly. Amicable almost. It was hard to tell if her natural charisma and beauty worked on even him, or if he was truly another level of sadist. It was too mixed and muddled to tell what was going through his head.

"..." Darujia looked longingly at the warm amber liquid in that bottle. She wanted to refuse. She wanted to scream, 'Not a chance!', and to curse her captor for even offering, then somehow escape... but at the same time, she was also wanting a taste of the pepper whiskey very badly at this terrible moment, when her life seemed to suddenly be over. After a short struggle against temptation she gave in, shamefully walking closer to the man who held her coarse rope leash under the heel of his boot. The way he was ogling her curvy figure in her slutty, now tattered dress only made it even more humiliating, but Daru accepted the bottle he offered, and as she took a long draught of the fiery liquor she felt just a little relief. "Thank you," she told him as she handed the bottle back, and she genuinely meant it, her voice almost sounding sweet without her realizing it. Darujia took a seat next to Joachim, thoughtfully running her fingers over her noose.

Joachim smiled at just how much of the liquid she drank. He wasn't sure how well a goblin could hold their alcohol but he'd be keen on learning. He sat the bottle down between them, his hand going to her without warning. He stroked her hair, leaning back. "This place was quite disgusting, you know. That 'Hook-Ear' guy that operated out of here? There was a bounty out for him. Turns out he had a few dozen groups under his name, and was known for having his fingers in a lot of pies. Even some politicians at the capital, if you could believe it." He sounded relaxed. Relieved, even. His touch wasn't harsh or aiming to hurt, but more moved out of reflex like he was petting an animal that accepted a scrap of meat. "So... in comes a few recruiters. Brigands, cutthroats and thugs alike joined up to take him down." His hand slid down to the back of her throat and closed around it. Just his index finger and thumb. "It was a trap. They were flayed and sent as a message to not fuck with him." His hand let go of her throat, resuming the petting motion. This time, from her shoulder, down her back, stopping at her waist. "So, it's no longer random business. One of those low lives? Family of royalty. Some cousin or some shit. So, you have actual people worth their salt ready to take him down. Crime doesn't pay, you know." He chuckled to himself, his hand occasionally skirting by her bottom. "So... consider the losses here acceptable. 'For the greater good', as they say." He turned to her, still as friendly as can be. "...you wouldn't happen to know anything about him or his business... would you?"

Darujia gasped and went very still when the man began stroking her short, soft dark hair. He spoke, she listened, and slowly she relaxed again, even finding herself cooing in appreciation despite herself as his calloused fingers pet her. She had seemed to guzzle down that pepper whiskey with practiced ease, though the goblin brew burned the throat the same as his. What was more difficult for her to stomach was her captor's bizarre, unbalancing way of mixing his intimate tone of voice and casually affectionate behaviour with verbal abuse. She had only just been taken prisoner today, but already she found herself falling into the trap he laid in her mind. Moments ago she had become furious enough with him to forget her fear and talk back to him, only now to find herself thanking him with all her heart for sharing his ill-gotten liquor and sitting passively while he gave her a headpat. She desperately needed to be comforted and Joachim's twisted parody of affection was all she could get. As his fingers and thumb pinched her tiny windpipe the pale green shortstack squeaked quietly, turning her head to look up at him, until he instead ran his hand down along her back and shamefully Daru looked at the burnt, bloodstained floor and listened to the bloody tale that the man spun for her. When Joachim groped her round, plush derrière the goblin diva flushed a dark green and closed her eyes. "Only a little, through talking to his working-girls. Last night, the word was that he was planning to retire," she said in a flat, neutral tone. "I do know he didn't make it out. I saw him go down, from my hiding spot. He'll be one more in the burning pile now I guess."

Joachim smiled at her squeak, paying her no mind. He displayed an unnatural sense of comfort when it came to touching her. He grabbed her stool by one of the legs and gently tugged at it, making her wobble, until she was right next to him. From there, he wrapped his arm around her, his fingers idly dancing across her thigh. "I had a feeling you did... most here did business with him to some degree. But seeing as he's dead, all's well. He won't be in the pile, either. I already gave the ok, so the rest are going to lop his head off, drain and dry it, and then deliver it as a trophy. A few personal friends said they would deliver my portion to me in due time, so there's no rush for me to join them. Which leaves just us here for the night." For someone who was so gleefully killing goblins not a moment earlier, he seemed to enjoy such intimate notions towards her. "Goblins...nasty creatures, for the most part." He sighed, shaking his head. His fingers dipped between her thighs, petting the supple green flesh. "But... I have seen at least one or two that I wouldn't mind keeping. I gotta wonder how such short, putrid-green creatures could look so attractive. One of god's many mysteries I suppose, right?" He leaned back, glancing down at the bottle of spiced booze. "You should drink the rest of that. I'll stick to whatever water I have in my pack... whatever that was made with, it'll probably suit our tastes far better."

"Ah!" Eyes opening wide, Darujia flailed comically for a moment to regain her balance on the stool, her noose going awfully tight round her throat for one horrible moment. When she righted herself again she was so close to Joachim that her breast was brushing his abdomen, and with the human commander's arm curled round her with his large hand resting on her plump thigh - so utterly exposed in the remains of her slutty little black dress - Daru could only shiver in his embrace as he taunted her with his casual racism and with the promise of tonight's rape. As his fingers moved between her thighs to caress her puffy nethers the voluptuous goblin bit down on her plush lower lip, forcing herself not to make a sound while he touched her. When he said 'attractive' she felt an unexpected, unwelcome sense of pride and was sickened with herself, quickly reaching for the booze her captor offered to let her finish. Without even thanking him she finished the bottle off in one long draught and threw it away, looking even more flushed and teary-eyed afterward than she had before, yet feeling much less afraid.

The human laughed as she hurled the bottle, it unceremoniously against a portion of broken table. "That's the spirit. Didn't think goblin women could handle their alcohol without leaping onto a man or turning into some half-mad green beast. You're full of surprises, for a green skin." His fingertips danced closer until they traced over her lower pair of lips. Probably an even darker shade of green, and as thick and as plump as her other lips. "So, goblin, what exactly is your name? Your real name, not whatever series of snarls your kind go by." He kicked back, his other hand taking one of hers. He held onto it firmly, his thumb stroking her wrist. Another mixed bag of intent and actions, making it hard to tell what his real thoughts were. "Be nice and I may see about removing that noose... not completely, you understand. But maybe something a little less rough. Animal or no, you're still only a mere woman, and such roughness would just be torture on you, wouldn't it?" He surely saw her as a lower creature, both because of her species and her gender. But, on the other hand, if she were male she would be burning like the rest of her kind. So surely he saw a form of value in her because of her lesser gender. He had to because he also called her attractive! Or... maybe he was mentioning her. He had to, why else was he taking such a physical interest in her?

As she had eagerly become intoxicated and reluctantly become aroused during this strange little party for two in a burnt-out tavern, the petals of Darujia's sex were puffy and damp, showing off her nethers' dark green colour as shamelessly as any dockside whore ever did as she leaned back, her dress offering very little cover. Of course, there was no one here to see this lewd display but her captor, everyone was dead. The goblin diva was glad they were not here to witness her shameful descent, from rising star among minstrels to becoming a human's glorified pet, trying not to let herself moan while he played with her plump little pussy. The man's other hand unexpectly took hold of one of hers, and she looked up at him with wide eyes. Just the possibility of getting this noose off was so very, very tempting. Wearing it was like a long, torturous mock execution. If she was going to be a pet, she would rather be well-treated after all. "Darujia Needlecount," she replied quietly, breathing erratically because of what the man was doing between her chubby little thighs. "... you don't really think of me as an animal, do you?" She could not resist asking him.

His fingertips rested against her fat pussy lips, rubbing right between the lips, enjoying the wetness that started to greet him. "Darujia Needlecunt, huh? That's a pitiful name. I'll call you Daru. Daru Hofmeister. My property, my woman, my last name. Cast aside that old worthless identity. The sooner the better." He spoke her name with palpable distaste, but sounded much more positive regarding her new supposed identity. He continued to stroke her wrist with his thumb, her entire hand fitting on his palm. "Oh Daru... of course I do. Until you prove to me that you should be treated as a lesser woman and not just an animal, I have no option but to treat you like one. That's why the rough noose, you see." He leaned down, kissing her chest. Right on the sternum, above her cleavage. "Eventually, you will prove yourself to me, and I will give you a collar more fitting of a lesser race." He chuckled. "Who knows, if you can't help but fall for me, I'll have to get you a proper choker of sorts. Something without a lock or key, and something that might look even fashionable." He certainly didn't expect her to ever reach that state, as if she were even possible of it, but the passing thought was nice. From the tattered dress she had, she surely had some fashion sense in that tiny head of hers. It wouldn't kill him to one day see about dressing her in something proper. Besides, it would be a massive social faux pas to bring in some rabid greenskin to a party, having to constantly yank at her noose of a leash to keep her from attacking random pedestrians and children.

"H-Hofmeister?" The human name was quite strange to her tongue, but the fact that her captor told her this was his last name had put stars into Darujia's eyes and dread into her heart at the same instant. She sensed this was a little like marriage, except for the fact that a marriage was an arrangement between two equals. Hofmeister had made it crystal clear to her that she was not considered his equal. This made Daru less of a wife to him and more of a concubine... actually, being considered a mere animal, she was less of a concubine and more more of a pet, just a pet that happens to get used for pleasure. Yet even that was a lot better than being dead, and the prospect of earning her way to concubine status was dangled like a juicy carrot, its tempting offer every bit as persuasive as the threat of the stick. When Joachim kissed her on her chest, she actually laughed a little, her first smile since this nightmare began. The degrading way he spoke to her hardly seemed to matter in this moment as she clinging desperately to the glimmer of hope he offered, alcohol perhaps clouding her better judgment. "So, I am Daru Hofmeister~" she lilted musically, spreading her legs a little as her captor's fingers coax a soft moan from her. "Ah~ but, how will I prove myself, like this?" She looked down at herself in her tattered dress.

Joachim nodded slowly, smiling. "That's right. Remember that name. Any children you have, should you be allowed to keep them, will be Hofmeisters. Every single one. I heard goblins birth by the litter, so you'll have to be a good example. He gave her hand a squeeze and let it go, his other hand leaving her green cunt and resting back on her thigh. "Well, you're a greenskin. I don't expect you to be better than a dog except you can talk." He paused, in thought regarding something. He then snapped his fingers. He gave her a light slap on the cheek... that wasn't exactly light as much as it was to make sure he had her undivided attention. "Greenskins enjoy meat, don't they? How about this... I have a treat for you to eat. Find it, and you can have it." He gave her chubby thigh a squeeze. "And don't ask me what it is. That lump of waste you call a brain? Stop using it. Go with what that slimy little green cunt tells you to do. It's honest, like all animals." He wanted to rebuild her. He hadn't yet even started to break her down, but when he did, he wanted to make sure that she had something to cling to. Something to mold and conform to. In theory, it should work. Even with a goblin.

The very idea of having this man's half-goblin children was horrifying on its surface and Daru's nose wrinkled in disgust, yet inwardly, at the back of her mind she had already determined that this was inevitable if she let hersef become the human's new plaything. The only alternative was to die. So she was going to be not only his fuck-toy, but the mother of his children... a concubine in truth, then. Before she had time to reflect at all on her sordid future, Daru was shaken out of her thoughts and back to the present moment by a snap of her new master's fingers and an open-handed strike of his hand across her face. He wanted her attention, just so he could make his little joke about the 'meat' which would be her 'treat', should she find it. Daru gave him a little bit of a sour look, but she knew there was really no choice for her, and the fact was she could feel her own nectars running in sticky, warm streams down her plump thighs. Her body was responding to this man whether she accepted her new life or not. With a resigned sigh the curvy goblin woman slid off her stool with a tipsy sway, closing the distance between herself and Joachim as she leans in between his legs. Dextrous little fingers went to work, swiftly freeing his manhood from his armour and underclothes, exposing him to cool air of night and to her eyes as she studied his endowment closely. After taking a long look and smelling his manly musk, the pale green diva gingerly pulled his skin back while she wrapped her pillowy lips around his helm, suckling softly on him.

He waited as she pulled out his uncut human cock, which was quite more than enough for any single goblin. He waited until he felt her warm lips on his cock, then let out a laugh. "Ha! I guess you're not as good as a dog after all... how pitiful." He didn't stop her, though he looked her in amused disbelief. In one of the pouches of his belt, he produced a small lump wrapped in some form of waxed paper. He looked at her as if she was completely stupid, plucking out a small portion of dried beef. "I guess I heard wrong about goblins and their senses... simply amazing." He spoke as if he had completely intended her to sniff it out, rather than sniff out his personal meat. He put the small package back into his pouch and pet her head. "But I shouldn't be surprised since you got wet from hardly anything at all... oh well. If you must, I'll let you resume your snack." He stroked her hair like he did moments before, his length and girth growing to show that her efforts were appreciated. Yet another two-faced trick of his, except this one was far more insulting. Maybe it was a test of sorts and she failed? But then again, it was a reward of sorts all on it's own.

Daru's eyebrows rose and she took her mouth off of him with a look of indignant fury as Joachim began to laugh at her, then went for something in his pouches... at first, she expected some low-tech human excuse for a condom, but no. He was carrying actual meat, a neatly packaged meal that looked incredibly appetizing to the hungry goblin prisoner right now, much moreso than the stinky, stiffening shaft she had stupidly chosen to put in her mouth. As her new master put the food away she couldn't prevent herself from hissing under her breath in frustration, narrowing her eyes and glaring at him as he began stroking her hair again. Yet... it did feel awfully nice. "If... if I finish, I can have that for dinner?" She almost did not dare to ask him, her hand gently rubbing his increasingly thick endowment, feeling his pulse on her dainty little pale-green palm as blood surges to his groin. Biting her lip, Daru leaned in low and closer to his crotch, to rest his dick upon her upturned face and looked up at him with her one uncovered eye while she begins to jerk him off with two hands. ".. please, sir~?" she tried, putting on the same seductive trill she used during her 'intimate' moments between songs on stage.

The human smiled at her. "Sure...if you do a good job. After you finish what you started." He shook his head and leaned back, stroking her hair. "Stupid creature...heh." He uttered under his breath. He hadn't genuinely considered even touching such a lesser species with his cock, but she was alluring. In that shameful 'deny it in public' sort of way. But if she was to be led by her goblin cunt and not that rotten grey matter known as a brain, it was only natural. Even dogs hump their owners' legs if they get worked up. While his words were downright spiteful, his body at least showed a form of appreciation. With her small hands stroking his length, it didn't take much effort before a fat glob of precum oozed out of the plump tip. "Don't forget my balls, goblin. You know what those are. If you really are hungry, you can gnaw... but if I, for one moment, feel you bite down like you mean it, I will beat you with the stool you sat on until you are more black and blue than green." Another threat that just didn't sound realistic. Like it was just a joke, or something to be idly said.

"You big dirty arrogant bastard," Darujia muttered spitefully into Joachim's crotch. Her pointy ears did not miss much, and his words under his breath had made her flushed dark-green cheeks suddenly go almost blue in rage. "Ugh!" The hot, slimy, clear natural lubricant dribbling from the slit at the tip of the male's throbbing tool was dripping out onto Daru's brow and running into her eye. The smell of him was so strange to her, but shamefully she found herself beginning to like it, her puffy little snatch still making a mess on her chubby thighs. With a quiet groan of distress the zaftig green-skinned woman pushed Joachim's erection up toward his abdomen with her hands and thoroughly bathed his two stones with her warm, soft little pink tongue. "I hate you," she murmured into his musky, turgid flesh, her inky black lipstick smudging on his cock as she kisses the root of his shaft.

If he heard her, he didn't care. He leaned back, letting her work on his crotch. His stones had the density of actual stones, most likely having been built up over entire days if not longer. His length throbbed with the strength of his heart every other second, as if searching for a female to use as a sheath. Maybe it, itself, sensed her arousal. The attention on his balls made more precum leak out, the tip quickly becoming coated in the sheen of slimy liquid. With no attention on it, most of it caught on his foreskin. "I would kill to have a woman right now..." He sighed to himself, closing his eyes. "A nice full-bodied woman with no self control... one begging for attention and affection..." While she was actively pleasuring him, he seemed to be fantasizing about another woman! Probably a human, like him. One that possibly described her to a T. "One who'd have a warm, wet hole for me to fill... I'd kill an entire nation for something like that right now..."

The frantic pace of Joachim's pulsing as she held his twitching shaft in her hands, lavishing her lips and tongue upon his two hefty orbs for a long moment, still occasionally cursing him under her breath while she tries not to listen to his words. This turned out to be impossible. His passion was addictive and his words became hypnotic while she serviced him with her mouth. The more that she listened to him talk like that, the more that Daru wanted to be the woman he described, surrendering herself to him and being filled with him. The curvaceous goblin let out another shameful little moan despite herself, gliding her tongue all the way up the veiny underside of her master's rod to wrap her plump lips round his helm again. Precum filled her mouth and she moaned louder, closing her eyes while she begins to slowly bob her head, soft lips gliding up and down smoothly, back and forth over the crest of Joachim's mushroom-shaped tip, while Daru rubs his length with both her small hands.

The frantic pace of Joachim's pulsing as she held his twitching shaft in her hands, lavishing her lips and tongue upon his two hefty orbs for a long moment, still occasionally cursing him under her breath while she tries not to listen to his words. This turned out to be impossible. His passion was addictive and his words became hypnotic while she serviced him with her mouth. The more that she listened to him talk like that, the more that Daru wanted to be the woman he described, surrendering herself to him and being filled with him. The curvaceous goblin let out another shameful little moan despite herself, gliding her tongue all the way up the veiny underside of her master's rod to wrap her plump lips round his helm again. Precum filled her mouth and she moaned louder, closing her eyes while she begins to slowly bob her head, soft lips gliding up and down smoothly, back and forth over the crest of Joachim's mushroom-shaped tip, while Daru rubs his length with both her small hands.

He visibly flinched when she captured his tip again. All at once, the precum slathered over her tongue and the roof of her mouth. "F-fuck... tiny body, made for breeding. Some stupid little whore that just needed seed." His cock twitched at his own words, imagining an ideal figure slobbering over his cock. Compared to the greenskin that openly went to his crotch for the explicit reason of a snack. Without warning, both of his hands went to her head, keeping her in place. "Ready for your reward, little goblin?" His cock twitched again, his endurance already close to running out. Either she was that good or he was more than happy to accept any form of pleasure. He began to pull her head down and push it back, slowly starting the motion of fucking a warm, wet hole. It didn't take long before the back would just barely touch the back of her throat... and there was the idea that he may not stop until he hilted himself into his imaginary woman.

"Mmm~... mmpphh!!" After losing herself in her own perverse delight at what she was being made to do to earn her supper, finding herself savouring the lewd taste of her captor's hard manhood, the voluptuous goblin was caught totally off-guard by Joachim's move. His large, strong hands on the back of her head were impossible for her to argue with and her mouth was filled with him already. Daru's eyes shot wide open again and she groaned in shame and despair as the giant (from her perspective) decided to simply fuck her face. His enormous cock was pushing into her tight little throat, bulging visibly at her dainty little green neck, making that noose feel ever tighter while throbbing meat cuts off her air. She was drooling down his length as she looked up at him pitifully, still with a lot of veiny dick left to go... "Mm-mm! mm-mm~!!" she pleaded, shaking her head.

The human's eyes were still closed. As far as he knew, her moans were one of acceptance. "That's right... nice, yummy hole deserves a nice, yummy treat, right?" Without a single care about her, he wrenched her head towards, putting more muscle into digging his cock into her throat. Every other slow, deep thrust aimed to go deeper and deeper. He could feel little spasms and twitches, thinking of some skilled whore using her cunt muscles to milk him. The odd, idle sound of gagging and strangulation was just background music to his ears. "Such a noisy eater, goblin... I'm trying to enjoy myself here." He growled at the noises that disrupted his fantasizing and jerked her head down harder than before. His tip speared ever deeper, bending at an angle after some form of resistance. If he didn't remove himself, he would end up giving her belly a meal without allowing her a single taste of his seed.

Darujia's face turned from dark green to bright blue as she struggled in vain against Joachim's iron grip and slobbered over his fat cock, being forced ever further down her hot, wet, tightly clutching throat. The goblin could not breathe even through her nose with the girth of that monster-sized dick stuffing her windpipe. All she could do was moan and whine wordlessly into her master's crotch as he thrust himself very deeper, choking her, til her cute button nose was bumping his pelvis and her extended tongue touched his stones. During her desperate spasms and her messy dribbling onto her chest her dress had slipped down and her round tits had spilled out, revealing puffy pink nipples pierced with golden barbells. Darujia feebly touched the man's muscled thighs as she squirmed and swallowed, her vision blurring as she slips further toward the point of fainting from lack of air. If nothing else, it seemed certain he was going to give her a filling meal.

Finally feeling the resistance come to an end now that his cock forced his way past everything, he started to fuck her head in earnest. One hand balling into a fist to hold onto her hair, he jerked her head back and forth. It didn't take more than a dozen more thrusts before he let out a sharp groan. In an instant, his entire cock pulsed and a thick, hot rope sprayed out from his tip down her throat. A second, third, fifth, seventh rope followed, each one causing his cock to throb. Every new volley he shot, he jerked her head into his crotch. He obviously didn't believe the creature he was abusing needed air, if he even thought of her as a living thing at that point. He shivered as his last amount of human seed spilled out, coming in thick globs rather than solid bodies of sperm. Finished, he pushed her head back. It wasn't enough to fully remove her from his spear, but he didn't care. If she was lucky, she could still taste at least some seed he gifted her with. "That's... a good goblin." Her owner sounded quite pleased with himself, having released enough pent up aggression to impregnate a dozen goblin whores. Instead, it all ended up in the belly of one.

Some of the hot, viscous seed that erupted from the male was shot directly down Darujia's throat while her windpipe was painfully opened by the girth of Joachim's endowment, and so she did not taste it, did not even really have to swallow it. However as the warrior was thrusting with long, violent strokes into her helpless muth and throat the goblin girl took most of his load in her mouth, coating her tongue and her palate and the insides of her cheeks, filling her throat with the sticky, steaming-hot slime so that she swallowed constantly and was still never rid of it. Even still he was inside her mouth and oozing seed, just his tip and a little more, pressed pulsing to her already cum-drowned tongue. Daru felt too weak to lift her head off his meat, barely conscious, her pupils dilated and eyelids fluttering. At least she was able to breathe through her nose now and slowly recover while she swallowed, and swallowed... still her throat felt just as dirty. As she heard him telling her 'good goblin' the former diva sobbed quietly, tears welling up in her eyes. There was a lewd wet pop when she finally released him from her mouth, strands of mixed drool and cum still connecting her plush painted-black lips to his ruddy, pulsing helm. "... nnhh~" Daru rested her head on Joachim's thigh and shivered, shutting her eyes tight.
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Joachim eventually stirred, his cuirass having helped keep his form. He groaned as he leaned up, his head swimming. His first thought was to look forward as he felt a breeze; his cock and balls were out in the open. Beside him, a half-naked greenskin curled up near his leg. Her belly looked positively bulged out as if she was pregnant. He took a few moments to recall his last memories. Seems like he came especially hard. He attempted to tuck his cock back in, but feeling that it was still sticky, he decided against it. No harm in letting it stay out. He leaned down and prodded the goblin by her ear. "Hey, goblin. Morning time." He waited for a moment...no response. She wasn't fucked to death, but she was seemingly a hard sleeper. He groaned and sighed. "Stupid little beast... let's at least see if there's a tub up stairs. At least one should still be relatively clean and hold water, right?" He motioned to pick her up and paused; that annoying noose was still on her. It rubbed part of her throat raw, possibly in part from him fucking her throat. He shook his head and loosened it, pulling it off of her head. "Watch, you're gonna run and I'm going to have to cut your ankles or something..." He decided that right now, he'd risk it. He picked her up, one arm going under her legs and the other going under her back. She was at least light despite her thick look. At least one bonus she had above humans. Yawning, he took his time to go up the narrow, goblin-fitted stairs. He could sure use a bath, and the goblin probably needed one too. The only scent he could tell she had was one of green cunt juice.

Darujia's amethyst-coloured eyes opened slowly to the sunlight streaming in through the burnt-out tavern's broken windows. For a few glorious seconds she thought the human attack had all been a bad dream, but then she became aware of the man looming over her, calling her a 'stupid little beast' and insisting on a bath. Then she remembered and whimpered in despair. He was her new master, the one who had force-fed her his giant blessing the previous night, and given her such a heavy gift of seed that she could her belly distended from its weight even now, making her look pregnant. That brought back another memory: her new name, Daru Hofmeister, and the promise of having half-breed babies for this monster one day. She wanted to close her eyes again and never open them, to die here in this tavern with her shame unwitnessed by any other soul, but her master did not give her that choice. He lifted her up, with a shocking tenderness, and carried her up the stairs. Daru was all too aware that she smelled of sex of pepper whiskey. How could she have let herself get so horny last night? How did she let herself get tricked into sucking his cock? She promised herself she would never so much as touch his cock again, even as she was feeling her heart quicken to be carried bridal-style by the man who gave her his name and made her his... Soon they were in the luxurious upstairs bath-house, still intact and relatively clean, though the fancy soaps had been mostly looted.

Joachim gave a vaguely impressed "huh" at the sight of the bathing area. The water was still clean, still hot, and... from the looks of it, hardly deep enough to go to his waist. He looked around for some form of cushion and decided on a pile of discarded clothing. It must've belonged to over a dozen goblins, both male and female. "Not much, but..." He knelt down and placed her down on the pile, not noticing that she had already awoken. "There... strip down, drag you in, and then scrub you down by hand if need be. Didn't think I'd end up spoiling a damned goblin...but at least she's sleeping." He chuckled to himself. "She'd make a good doll, that's for certain..." He turned his back to her and started to strip from the top down. His cuirass was unbuckled and set down with care to keep it from causing a sound, and he worked his way down, stripping layers that had dried blood of various colors. Some of it was his, as there was the occasional shallow cut here and there that were from goblin-sized spears and blades. He finished with his breeches, braced leather greaves and boots. His entire body was pale, without a doubt a white male from the north and west regions. From below, his loose sack hung between his legs. They were still smeared with lipstick and sticky from his previous ejaculation. He turned to face the goblin, bending over to pick her up again. "Time for a bath. Water may be hot but it at least looks warm... good enough, right?"