Goblin Warrens 8 - Communal Property

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Goblin Warrens – 8

               Camilla had given birth to six other goblins before Kildack wanted to rest. It seemed like he had been fucking her for days, filling her up over and over again with his semen. She barley could keep her head straight. Despite the toll giving birth rapidly to goblins took on her body, she bounced back ready for more. She believed that there was something with the goblin’s semen that sustained her.

               Now they were officially married by the blood beast. A blessing that had transformed her body temporarily, though the engorgement of her breasts and the ability to give birth anally remained. There was something else that Kildack failed to mention to her prior to her consenting to becoming his wedded whore. He now held a strong influence over her mind, one that she discovered she could not disobey. And with that influence came the enforcement of a goblin tradition known as community property.

               Kildack had told her what it entailed while she was spilling his seed inside her ass. She tried her hardest to protest, but found herself agreeing despite her fears. Now the butterflies swirled around her pregnant belly. Her goblin master ensured that she appeared nearly nine months pregnant before setting his plan into motion. It involved leaving the cave during the darkest night and visiting the town of Blackwater, where her family lived. The thing of it was, is that when one marries a goblin, they take ownership of your mother and all your mother’s children as well. Camilla was to be presented before her family as the goblin’s property with proof of her being knocked up as evidence of his claim. She knew that Kildack was powerful enough to seize anyone that he wanted, but to have her displayed like a trophy and to bestow her family onto him was a moment of pure degradation.

               It took them several hours to reach the town on foot. Camilla was unsure of what direction they were heading at first, let alone being able to see half of the landscape before it was a few feet in front of her. She remembered canvassing this area while he was married to Umaris, her husband, and fellow adventurer. They had spent several nights under the stars, bathed in the moonlight, and made love out in the open knowing that there wasn’t a soul around to interrupt them. The memories came to her as her breasts started leaking with milk.

               There were guards posted at the walls, but Kildack did not waste his time going through the main entrance. He knew a way through a sewage exit pipe that lead them into the alley not far away from her family home. She did not grow up in the richest of neighborhoods, in fact, sometimes it was difficult for her family to make ends meet. Her father worked as a scribe and was surprised when she declared, at a young age, that she wanted to be a warrior. Camilla would send her mother, father, and younger sister money she made from her adventures to help them live a better life.

               Once she reached their home, Kildack knocked on the door and crouched behind her in order to keep himself hidden, at least for the first initial moments.

               A woman with long blonde hair, in her mid-thirties, pale skin answered the door with a lit candle in hand. Not far behind her was her husband, a skinny man with short brown hair, rounded glasses, and his hands securely on her waist.

               “Camilla…” the woman asked as she squinted her eyes to better make use of the light. “Is that you?”

               “We haven’t heard from you in weeks, quickly come in, before you catch cold.” Her father stated as he moved his way out of the doorway so his wife would have room to step back as well.

               Camilla swallowed hard and stepped into the house, where too, Kildack stepped inside. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he straightened his spine, extended his clawed hands on the door and pressed it shut. 

               Camilla’s mother, Roselynn, released a heavy gasp – too petrified to scream – as the goblin towered over her. Her hand started to quake, causing the light of the candle to nearly extinguish.

               Her father, William, grabbed the nearest thing he could find which was a small wooden stool and held it in front of him like it were a sword. “Watch out Camilla!”

               Kildack rushed at him with his claws and teeth bared. William was so startled that he dropped the stool and fell backwards in order to dodge the attack. Kildack grinned at the weak little man and grabbed Roselynn by the throat. “Don’t scream, or I’ll kill your pathetic mate.”

               Roselynn trembled, she kept her voice inside her as best as she could, but her breaths came heavy, pressing her size apple-sized tits into the air with every intake. 

               Feeling especially terrible for visiting this upon her parents, Camilla stared down at the floor immediately after bolting the door behind her.

               “Camilla?!” Her father issued from the floor as he was too afraid to get up. He looked at his daughter, whom was buried beneath a brown robe that was far bigger than her.

               Kildack watched the pitiful exchange between daughter and father and chuckled to himself. “Show them.” He barked from between his teeth.

               Shaking from the humiliation of it, Camilla untied the rope and opened the robe, revealing her naked body to her parents. Her breasts were firmly engorged with milk, which leaked periodically, while her belly was far into her 9^th month of pregnancy – or at least, near the end of a goblin child’s gestation period. She blushed from it all.

               Roselynn gasped, not from the goblin’s hand that was wrapped around her throat, but from the shock of seeing her daughter in such an undignified way. She imagined all sorts of terrors that Camilla had suffered beneath this beast. With a small bit of hesitation, Roselynn gazed at the goblin’s muscles, his abs, and the small lion cloth that was already starting to bulge – a bulge that she had only fantasized about.

               “My dear Cami, no-no-no.” William felt as if he was going to cry. Knowing that the child she presently held inside her belly belonged to the goblin who had invaded his home.

               “Your daughter belongs to me now!” Kildack boasted as his tongue rolled out of his mouth to wet his lips for Camilla’s mother. “Which means that you belong to me too, whore.” His eyes fixated on Roselynn.

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