Chapter 47. The Gruesome Goblin Lair
The Gruesome Goblin Lair
Lucian marveled.
Kara's face and limbs bore the healthy bronze tan of Kurkan's scorching sun, but her chest and stomach, hidden beneath her clothes, were a milky white—as if they had never seen daylight. The stark contrast was jarring.
That sharp boundary, the tan line—it was proof of her life as a warrior who had always covered herself thoroughly. Yet for Lucian, it was also an unbearably lewd visual stimulus unlike anything he had seen before.
Her firm, rounded breasts, roughly an A-cup, sat atop well-defined pectoral muscles hardened by training. The supple flesh of her chest felt even softer against the roughness of her calloused hands.
And most of all—the deep crimson nipples embedded in that pale expanse.
The small, dark buds peeked out shyly, stirring Lucian's sadistic urges.
He seized her breasts with both hands.
Soft yet firm.
"Ah—!"
A desperate moan escaped Kara's lips as his thick, cold fingers groped her. It was a sensation she had never felt before—the crushing grip of a male, digging deep into her chest. Unlike the pain of a blade, this sent a strange, electric thrill coursing through her body.
Lucian kneaded slowly, rubbing the dark red nipples that peeked between his fingers.
"Ngh..."
Kara bit her lower lip, resisting the unfamiliar sensations, willing it to be over soon.
When Lucian pinched and twisted her nipples between his thumb and forefinger—
"Ugh! My lord... too rough...!"
"Endure it. That's how it should be."
With one hand tormenting her nipples, Kara gripped Lucian's cock with both hands and frantically stroked.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah— Ngh—"
The tent was filled with ragged breaths and the slick sounds of flesh rubbing together.
They did not love each other—this was a strange symbiosis, stimulating each other's pleasure for survival.
No... This still isn't enough.
Lucian hit his limit. Kara's breasts were fresh and satisfying, but her hand technique was far too crude. Like this, he wouldn't be able to finish.
Unable to bring himself to demand more from her, he closed his eyes.
And imagined.
Rachel...
His fiancée, who had refused his touch, vowing to preserve her purity. He imagined their wedding night—that stubborn noblewoman pinned beneath him, whimpering like a bitch in heat.
In that fantasy, he twisted Kara's nipples with all his strength.
"AH! AHH—!"
A scream of pain burst from Kara's lips—but it was unmistakably the cry of a female in pleasure, laced with electric excitement.
That sound was the trigger.
"Guh—!"
Splurt! Splurt! SPLURT!
Scalding semen erupted from Lucian's cock like a volcano.
Though the amount was less than usual, it was enough to drench Kara's hands and splatter across her face and chest.
"Ugh! What the—?!"
Stunned, she stared at the sticky, hot fluid and the pungent, chestnut-flower scent assaulting her nose. Her hands and chest were smeared with Lucian's essence.
Lost in the aftershocks of his climax, Lucian reached out on instinct—grabbing Kara's hair and pushing her toward his cock, as if to make her clean him up.
"Wha—?!"
Kara recoiled, slapping his hand away.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Ah—!"
Lucian snapped back to reality.
Before him wasn't a maid, but a proud knight trembling with rage and humiliation, drenched in his semen.
"S-Sorry... It was just habit..."
"Habit...? Just what kind of—"
Kara stared at him blankly, too stunned to even wipe herself.
Lucian's expression had lost its pained tension, replaced by a relaxed, drowsy satisfaction.
"It's over now. Thanks. Let's... rest."
He pulled the blanket over himself and turned away.
Silently, Kara wiped the semen from her face and chest with her sleeve.
Her gaze was complex—contempt, emptiness, and... a strange sense of accomplishment. She had brought a man—her lord, no less—to climax with her own hands.
Outside the tent, the chirping of night insects was deafening, but between the two of them, only a thick, awkward silence lingered.
For Lucian, it was the worst sexual encounter of his life.
For Kara, it was her first.
[The Next Morning]
After a brief rest, Lucian's party resumed tracking the goblins.
The creatures' trail was hard to distinguish from those of other forest animals, but with Kara's help, they finally located the goblin cave by afternoon.
It appeared to be a temporary breeding den rather than their main settlement—a place where human women were abducted and turned into breeding slaves.
Goblins, due to their species' nature, had few females and relied on interbreeding with other races to sustain their numbers. Their favorite prey? Human women. They abducted them, violated them, and forced them to bear offspring to increase their population.
Once the women's bodies were broken beyond use—whether from relentless abuse or being treated as toys—they were either eaten or used as human shields in battle.
Without hesitation, Lucian's group charged into the damp, stinking cave.
Though small, the scene inside was hell itself.
Human dignity had no place here. Only the grotesque, green-skinned dwarves, driven by lust and reproduction, writhed in depravity.
Near the entrance, a young-looking maid lay sprawled on the ground.
Her limbs were splayed wide, pinned down by goblins, while a fat hobgoblin mounted her belly.
"G-Gagkh!"
The hobgoblin forced its filthy member into her mouth. Her eyes were unfocused, her jaw slack as she swallowed its filth. Her lower body was a mess—drenched in red blood and murky fluids, evidence of countless violations.
As Lucian moved to strike, Kara's blade shot past him, piercing the goblins' skulls first.
Further inside, a red-haired maid was on all fours, a dog collar around her neck.
"K-Kik! Kik!"
Three goblins surrounded her—one thrusting into her anus from behind, another biting at her breasts, while the last torched her thighs with a torch, reveling in her screams.
"AAH! P-Please... stop... someone... help..."
Her cries were nothing but entertainment to the goblins.
"Guh—!"
Without waiting for orders, one soldier lunged forward and beheaded a goblin.
No human could witness such horror and remain still—even a well-trained soldier.
"K-KYEAAK!"
Alerted, more goblins swarmed in, but Lucian cut them down swiftly, pressing deeper into the cave.
It wasn't large, so they reached the depths quickly.
There, the most horrific sight awaited.
A mature-looking maid was bound to a strange wooden frame, her stomach grotesquely swollen—likely from forced accelerated pregnancy via a shaman's dark magic.
Her vaginal entrance was torn and bloody, with small goblins entering and exiting relentlessly, sating their urges.
Even in her heavily pregnant state, she was still being violated. Her mind had already shattered, drool dripping from her lips as she moaned mindlessly at the ceiling.
"Uuuh... uuh..."
She was nothing but a breeding tool, her life force draining away.
The moment Lucian saw this, his reason snapped.
"YOU WORTHLESS MAGGOTS!!"
His rage resonated with his mana, shaking the entire cave.
Beside him, Kara bit her lip hard, gripping her sword tightly.
"I'll kill them. Every last one."
Lucian raised his holy sword and charged.
He moved so fast that only the afterimages of his blade and the gleam of his crimson eyes flashed through the dark cave.
CRACK! SPLAT!
The heads of the goblins violating the maid burst like watermelons.
"KYEEEEK?!"
Before the creatures could react, Lucian and Kara slaughtered them like demons of hell.
Kara's rapier pierced eyes and hearts with precision, while Lucian's holy sword reduced the small, hideous monsters to minced meat with swift, hissing strikes.
The soldiers had no chance to intervene—the massacre was so swift and brutal that even this slaughterhouse felt like another layer of hell.
There was no mercy. No surrender.
In moments, the cave was a sea of green blood, the stench overwhelming.
The shaman goblin, likely the one using dark magic to accelerate pregnancies, was nowhere to be seen—perhaps having moved to another breeding den.
After the battle, Lucian carefully gathered the bloodied maids in his arms.
Staring at their broken minds, he swore—he would erase the Kurkan Kingdom from the map for enabling this.
"Let's go. Home."
His voice was low and cold, but the fury within burned like molten lava.
