I stand naked and frozen, my body illuminated by the flickering firelight in the cave. The goblins surround me, their eyes gleaming with hunger and anticipation. I feel helpless, unable to move or speak, as their claws twitch eagerly, waiting to touch my exposed flesh.

My nipples harden in response to their lustful gazes, and a dark desire stirs within me as I wait for them to pounce. My pussy lips, covered in a thick bush of black hair, glisten in the dim light, betraying my body's secret longing to be claimed by these vicious creatures despite my mind screaming for escape.

I force myself to remember that I agreed to this, offering my body to save Esme, my best friend. She was the one they marked for breeding, and I stepped forward, knowing full well the risks. Goblins take what they want without mercy, and I will endure their claim if it means keeping Esme safe.

As the first goblin steps closer, its long, warped fingers stretch toward my heaving breasts, I squeeze my eyes shut and force myself to surrender. Its sandpaper-like hands drag across my skin, the abrasive touch stirring a bewildering clash of pain and unwanted arousal. It squeezes and pinches my nipples, teasing them until they're hard and throbbing with an unbearable ache. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, knowing that any sound I make will only encourage the others.

The goblin's breath reeks of garbage as it leans in close, its forked, sticky tongue flicking out to taste my skin, leaving a wet, nauseating trail of saliva along my jawline. I shudder as it licks and nibbles on my neck, its teeth scraping against my flesh. Its hard cock presses against my thigh, and I can feel its leathery and cracked palms on my hips, drawing me closer.

Another goblin steps forward, its crooked fingers curling like claws, reaching for my pussy. I spread my legs and submit to its scaly touch as he separates my slippery folds with rough fingers and strokes my sensitive nub with a calloused thumb. Shameful moans escape my lips as my core throbs with unwelcome need.

Hearing my disgraceful whimpers and pants, the other goblins crowd in, their cold, clammy hands roaming over my skin. They squeeze, grab, and pinch at my sensitive flesh, their jagged claws scratching and leaving stinging red marks behind.

The sensation is intense, chaotic, and primitive. I can't tell where one hand starts and the other ends, but it doesn't matter. They all feel the same way as they slither and skitter across my body: greasy and chaotic, like the pulsing, decayed surface of rotten bark; their movements sharp and erratic, each jagged nail snagging my skin.

Their repulsive stench, a combination of sweat, dirt, and something else—something acrid and smokey—fills my nostrils, making me lightheaded. I try to breathe through my mouth, but the taste of decay only intensifies.

Their shrieking laughter, grunts, and snarls echo through the cave, wild and wanton, as they writhe around me like a living mass of filth. Their grotesque forms press against me, their rough, slimy hide grating against my skin.

I am engulfed in a swarm of grasping hands, each one greedily laying claim to a part of me as they devour and savor my flesh. Their cocks, hard and throbbing, press against my thighs, seeking entrance. My face flushes scarlet as I realize, to my own shock, that part of me wants them to take me.

A finger delves deep into my wetness, thrusting fervently. My back arches, and my hips buck as multiple thick fingers penetrate me and I can't stop the obscene sounds escaping my lips, mixing with their guttural grunting. My body is tingling with pleasure, as if a thousand volts of pure ecstasy were coursing through it. Each touch, each thrust, strips away my inhibitions until I'm nothing more than a trembling bundle of need, my core throbbing relentlessly. I can't fully grasp what's happening to me.

As I open my eyes, I catch Esme's gaze, which is filled with a mix of horror and concern as she watches the goblins ravage my body. I feel ashamed, my cheeks burning, as Esme turns away, unable to bear witness to my degradation any longer. I struggle to resist the sinful sensations flooding my body, but every fiber of me craves their ruthless penetration.

As the intensity mounts and I teeter on the verge of release, one daring finger boldly plays with my tight asshole, stretching it open and leaving me whimpering like a wild animal in heat. Their fingers simultaneously fill both of my holes, stretching and invading my body in ways I never imagined. The sensation is so strong that I can't help but scream, my voice echoing throughout the cave.

My body spasms as their fingers slide in and out, thrusting and twisting, my pussy dripping with desire. I can't control my primal instincts, and I find myself grinding my hips against each forceful thrust, my mind completely blank.

"Fucking massive tits," a goblin sneers, its deformed fingers pinching my nipples with brutal force, causing me to cry out in pain. It cackles, and the stench of its foul breath rushes over me like a toxic wave.

"Really soft," another adds, its palm fondling my curves, its touch surprisingly gentle compared to the roughness of the others.

"Juicy ass," a third goblin growls, its grip sinking into my flesh, its fingers kneading and squeezing my buttocks.

"Tight hole," one goblin growls, its fingers pumping in and out of my drenched softness, joined by the multiple fingers of others.

Their wet, abrasive tongues glide over every inch of my exposed skin, leaving a slick, burning trail, while their sharp teeth sink in, branding my flesh with stinging bites. They take my pointed nipples in their mouths, nibbling and sucking hard, as if trying to milk me. I whimper, moan, and squirm as they treat me as nothing more than a piece of meat.

Then the goblins roughly force my legs apart, their hands gripping my thighs, and I can hear their exclamations as they feast their eyes on my fleshy lips.

"Wow, so pink!"

"Pretty."

Hard fingers trace the outline of my sex, spreading my nectar all over my labia. I can't help but feel a rush of desire as they admire my most intimate parts.

"So wet," one of them says, licking its fingers soaked in my arousal. "Tasty," it purrs, flicking out its tongue to taste my essence.

His tongue probes my folds with deliberate strokes, and I succumb to the pleasure, my body betraying my conflicting emotions. Its tongue laps at my entrance, thrusting inside and savoring my taste. Its mouth creates a suction, pulling on my labia and making my clitoris throb. The sensation is intense, with its scratchy tongue standing in stark contrast to the wet warmth of its mouth.

I think of Esme, wondering if she is watching and if she is disgusted by my compliance. But then I remind myself that I'm doing this for her and lose myself in the pleasure.

As the goblin between my legs begins to suck my swollen clitoris, I feel multiple fingers pushing inside my vagina, stretching me. Their fingers dig deeper, filling me, stroking, and probing, until I almost collapse as my body turns to mush.

"So tight, so tight," the goblins murmur.

Something large, perhaps a fist, is pushed deep into my vagina, giving me an almost unbearable sensation of fullness. The stretch is so intense it feels like my body is being torn apart from the inside out.

"Enough," the leader growls, and suddenly, the goblins release me, their hands and mouths withdrawing.

I collapse to the ground, my body slick with sweat and marked from their coarse touches, my core fluttering between lingering arousal and relief.

The goblin leader jerks the rope, hauling me to my feet. My bare soles scrape against the jagged cave floor as he drags me toward a massive straw bed. With disturbing ease, he lifts me and tosses me onto it, my body landing with a faint rustle and a jarring bounce. I watch as he removes his loincloth, revealing his massive, engorged penis. His thickness will be difficult and, most likely, painful to accommodate.

Other goblins approach, their eyes hungry, their lips parted in lustful grins. They gather around us, their numbers growing—at least fifty, I estimate. I notice they are all naked, with their hands stroking their erect small penises, which, despite their arousal, are only 3 to 4 inches in size. Taking them will be easy, but the thought does little to calm my nerves as I stare at the monstrous cock protruding from the goblin leader.

My body's self-preservation kicks in, and I move away instinctively, desperate to avoid being torn apart. The leader's eyes flash with anger as he grabs my legs, yanking me toward the edge of the bed, my back dragging roughly against the coarse straw. With muscular hands, he spreads my legs wide, exposing my vulnerable core.

"You dirty human! Wet and ready to be bred," he sneers. The contempt in his voice cuts deeper than the ropes that bite into my wrists.

I lie there, trembling, as he looms over me, his enormous cock heavily leaking with thick precum. He positions himself between my legs, his hands gripping my hips.

"My cock, you want it," he growls. "Say it human!"

My core trembles, slick with desire, aching to be filled by his enormous size. What's wrong with me? I've never felt this overwhelming need before, and it's consuming me entirely.

"Yes," I pant.

"What do you want, slut?" he taunts, his fingers digging into my hips.

"Breed me," I moan shamelessly in response.

His cock's thick, bulbous head presses against my slick folds, its sheer size parting my swollen pussy lips. I gasp as he forces himself inside me, my body giving way to his girth, my walls stretching to accommodate his thickness.

A mix of pleasure and pain washes over me as he fills me inch by inch, his length pushing deeper than I thought possible. I keep my legs spread wide, allowing him to penetrate even further, his thick shaft sliding effortlessly through my slickness. When he's buried inside me, I feel an almost unbearable fullness.

I scream as he starts moving, his hips pounding against mine, my walls clenching around his cock with every violent thrust. His hands hold me in place as he pounds into me, his rock-hard member sliding in and out.

The nearby goblins dive for my body, their hands gripping my exposed breasts, tugging at my sensitive nipples while spreading my legs wider apart. His thrusts become faster and rougher, his hips slamming against mine.

"Filthy whore, starving to be fucked," he barks. "We will give you what you deserve." His words drip with malice, his eyes filled with a predatory gleam.

The goblins cheer and clap, motivating the one who is fucking me. "Skullcrusher," they shriek.

He drives into me one last time, bursting and filling me with his thick, creamy cum while my core pulsates and convulses in bliss, greedily consuming his sperm. My body trembles and contorts as I fall into euphoria, milking every last drop from his pulsating cock.

"Good bitch," he grunts, his breath ragged as he brands me with his essence. "My seed will run deep within you, ensuring my offspring will thrive."

He pulls out, his cock glistening with a mixture of my juices and his sperm.

"Keep her still," he orders the goblins standing nearby.

Two of them grab my legs, holding me in place. Still hazy from my orgasm, I don't resist, my body limp. Hands press against my shoulders and chest, pinning me down.

After what feels like an eternity, I realize I need to pee, but when I ask, a goblin closest to my head shakes his head.

"You need to lie still, so the seed of the Skullcrusher will stick," he says with a wide, toothy grin. The name suits their leader perfectly—brutal, intimidating, and exactly the kind of thing nightmares are made of. "Not much longer now," he adds, "and then each of us will get a turn to breed you."

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