Goblin Subjugation (4)
The goblin standing before May was named Haenge the Brown.
He was the son of the great goblin chieftain Odian of the Iron Mountains, and the chieftain of the tribe that ruled this stretch of land.
He had come out to investigate a racket nearby and reeled in quite the catch.
Two warriors lost — a heavy price. But while he did not take the loss lightly, the human female before him was extraordinarily beautiful.
Her snow-white skin and silver hair gleamed in the evening dusk. A sweet scent rose from her tightly curled body — pheromones that lured males. How could a voice make such adorable sounds?
Watching her scrunch her face in distress and thrash her limbs, a deep sense of depravity and conquest washed over him. The subordinates pinning her arms and legs had already lost themselves to lust.
But even cold water has its hierarchy.
Haenge approached slowly and began groping the female's breasts. He kept a few human females captive in his den, but compared to the silver-haired wench before him, they were lesser beings than even goblin females.
"Kikikiiik!"
With a satisfied laugh, he savored the soft, full flesh beneath his fingertips. The performance was only beginning.
He started stripping the clothes from her body. When he peeled away her white top, a cloth breast-binding appeared, and he tore it off in one motion.
"Ah… hhk, ahh…"
"Hnn… haah…"
As he worked her breasts with slow, deliberate hands and teased her nipples, the female began to make proper noise. Human females always liked being touched this way. The sounds still leaned more toward pain and discomfort than pleasure, but Haenge knew it would not be long before those whimpers melted into cries of rapture.
She was shaking her head and shouting something, but he did not understand human speech, so her words meant nothing to him.
In the silent forest, May — limbs pinned by goblins — spilled feverish moans into the air.
The goblin working her breasts before her eyes was, at a glance, superior in build and bearing to the rest. She did not want to admit it, but his hands were better than any human man's who had ever touched her. His fingers traveled her chest with the precise rhythm of a metronome, and May let out soft, lewd sounds in answer.
"Haa… hnn…"
"Huu…"
She no longer begged him to kill her quickly or set her free. She simply clenched her teeth and endured.
The well-built goblin peeled off her skirt.
"Hnn… uhhnn…"
Tears welled thick along the corners of May's eyes.
"You filthy goblin! You filthy goblin!"
Watching her toss her head in a petulant tantrum, Haenge slid a long green finger between the plump, neatly closed folds of her sex.
"Hiiik!"
Squish… squish…
Already thoroughly wet, her pussy clenched tight around the intrusion. As if he had been waiting for exactly this, Haenge accelerated at once, driving his finger in and out at five times the speed, ignoring the clinging resistance of her flesh on every stroke.
Squish squish squish squish.
Worked raw by the relentless motion, her entrance was already flushed and swollen red.
"Kh… uuuh… nnnnhh, hhh…"
From May's trembling, fever-thin voice spilled a sound that was neither quite a sob nor quite a laugh. Watching her body seize and shudder, Haenge at last drew out the cock he had been keeping hidden.
It was a goblin's member, easily twice the size of a grown human man's — and unlike a human's, its skin was studded with rough, knobby protrusions. Seeing that green shaft standing rigid with lust, May turned her face away and wept.
"No, please… Don't tell me a goblin is going to put that in me…"
She trembled with dread at the thought of what would happen once it entered her. Her reaction was exactly as Haenge had expected. It always was. Human females who fell into his arms always resisted at first — but the moment his cock was buried inside them, they lost their minds, pouring out cries of pleasure and offering their bodies of their own accord.
Her legs were spread wide, her wet pink sex fully exposed toward him. Forced to present the most shameful part of a woman's body for a goblin's inspection, she bit down hard on her lip.
"Iker lutun!"
Haenge laughed as he called out the words. In the goblin tongue, it meant pretty pussy.
With genuine enthusiasm he angled the green, nodule-studded shaft and drove it between those small, taut folds.
"Uuh… nnnngh!!"
It was humiliating. Mortifying. She screamed a cry that was neither pure pain nor pure pleasure, her face twisted in distress even as she took the goblin's massive cock all the way in.
"Aaaah!"
Listening to May's single, piercing shriek, Haenge shoved himself to her deepest point.
"Aaa…"
May could not endure the pain. Her mouth fell open, her eyes rolled white, and her whole body shook. Rigid with agony, she rocked back and forth with every thrust of the cock ramming into her. Haenge crushed her small frame beneath him and drove in to the root, packing her full as if he meant to devour her.
"Hhk… ngh…"
Feeling her body lock up, he went straight for her nipples — swallowing the plump, bouncing tips of her full breasts and sucking hard.
"Hmp…"
May's blue eyes flew wide in shock. She stared in bewilderment at the goblin grinding his hips while nursing at her chest — then squeezed her eyes shut.
Squelch. Shloop. Squelch.
The wet friction of his cock working her tight hole filled the air. He tasted every corner of her breasts while driving himself deep, deep, deeper still.
"Haah. Hnn…"
Receiving that sticky, intimate penetration as if she were making love to a partner, May gradually felt heat gathering low in her belly.
"Haa…"
She exhaled a scorching sigh, as if venting the fire from inside her body, and her wet eyes shone like jewels. Those wildly trembling irises made plain how thoroughly she was coming undone. The goblins pinning her arms and legs watched her face and body with bloodshot eyes, devouring every detail.
"Stop… Please, stop…"
The instant the words left her lips, Haenge began thrusting his hips in earnest.
"Ahng… uhng… aahng… hahng…"
May's body jolted hard. Her pretty bouncing breasts, her slender throat, her disheveled silver hair — all of it swayed beautifully and held the goblins captive.
Squelch… squelch… squelch…
"Uwaaang… uhhwaaang…"
As his hips worked faster, May wailed in a sweet, broken voice — and the shame of that sound itself put fresh dew at the corners of her eyes. She had never imagined it. That she would be skewered on the cock of a mere monster and cry out like this, whimpering and thrashing. It was ugly. Embarrassing. Pathetic. The self-loathing hit hard. That she could make such a strange sound… The thought made her clamp her molars shut and try to swallow the moans.
"Kibura! Kibura!"
Whatever the words meant, Haenge shouted them at her. Without ever slowing his hips, he forced her jaw open with his chin.
"Stop it! This is humiliating! I don't want to talk to you!"
"Don't do this anymore — let me go…"
Haenge watched her tantrum with a look of pure satisfaction. He liked this female very much. He would not kill her. He would keep her alive and take her every single day. And he would fill this human female's belly with seed until she bore him more than ten children.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
May's resistance was simply crushed. Haenge shook his hips with a force that stunned even the other goblins watching from the side.
"Ughk! Hahk! Hhk!"
May's ragged, gasping eyes began to lose focus, little by little. At the same time, the pussy gripping the goblin's cock started clenching down hard, squeeze after squeeze.
"Ohata!"
In the goblin tongue, it was an exclamation of pure pleasure. He could hold back no longer. Gritting his teeth, he began pumping semen from the tip of the cock buried deep inside her. Thick surges of seed flooded into May's passage. Hot liquid began to warm her channel and her womb.
"Hhk… hhk…"
Savoring her sobs, Haenge wrung out every last drop into her depths and finished his climax with a long, satisfied release.
Hearing May's screams, however faintly, from far away, Crane ran toward the sound as if tumbling over himself. The cries and moans grew louder the closer he came. Thorns stabbed him and branches raked his skin, but he did not slow.
It was strange. A man who used to grimace at a mosquito bite was now racing forward covered in wounds as if none of it mattered. He fell and rolled across the dirt. He slammed into trees hard enough to split his scalp. He did not stop.
At last Crane reached the hill overlooking the place where it was happening.
May was being ruined.
The slender girl moaning beneath a beast was desperately hoping for his rescue. His hands and feet had gone ice-cold with tension. Holding his breath, he studied the enemy through the leaves and branches.
Four goblins held May's limbs. The one who looked like their leader was mounted on top of her, working his hips.
The guilt that had tormented him for dishonoring May eased, just a little. He might die saving her now. If he did, he could wash away the disgrace he had committed today.
The enemies were all distracted. If he moved now, he might reach them without being noticed.
Crane swallowed hard, drew his sword, and began carefully picking his way down the hillside.