Goblin Warrens 9 - Village Seed

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Goblin Warrens – 9

               The rafters made the perfect place to tie a rope over the beams. William was kept separate from his wife and daughters, while Roselyn and Camilla were tied with their hands strung out over their heads.

Camilla’s breasts drooped heavily from her chest, plump with milk that would occasionally drip out from her nipples. Her belly distended far into her 9^th month of pregnancy, as that is where Kildack preferred to leave her so that her family could get an eyeful. She could feel the goblin babe inside her stirring from time to time, and she knew that it would only take one more good fucking from Kildack to push her into labor. She was wet between her legs, an almost constant now every since she gave into Kildack’s marriage proposal – which, in the end, seemed more like permanent servitude. She tried her best not to look at her father.

Her mother, Roselyn was also naked to the room. Her breasts seemed to get heavier by the moment, while her belly was showing the first signs of pregnancy by sporting the same engorged belly as her daughter, Camilla. She thought she was done having children. For several years, both William and her were trying to have a son, but after Penelope had been born, all their attempts ended in failure. Not even the priestesses could help them discover a means to bare another child – besides goblin semen, which the church is strongly against. She watched as her daughter Penelope fell to the goblin’s onslaught.

Penelope’s head had leaned all the way back, so that her face was positioned for her father to get a full look at her expressions. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, as well as her tongue had rolled out of her mouth. Goblin cum dripped from her face from Kildack’s prior face fucking, which ended deep into her throat and further on her face as he pulled out. His spunk was foul at first, but as she breathed it in, she felt a sense of nirvana. Her arms were above her head, pulling at the old carpet on the floor as she rode each wave of pleasure that washed across her body with Kildack’s every thrust.

William watched silently and with an uncurable lust that had rose inside of him as he watched his family be taken by this savage creature. His eyes rolled over her breasts, perky yet petite, something that the goblin had taken into his mouth from time to time which caused her nipples to be hardened to a good inch in length. Sweat drenched her, creating a glisten to her skin, which captured the fire light of the lamps throughout the home. Her brown hair pooled across the floor.

Kildack thrust slowly thrust his thick baby maker into her cunt. Already, he had filled her with his seed twice. A small baby bump had grown on her, and she looked tiny in comparison to her mother and sister. His balls were engorged, tight, and just aching to release more of his seed inside her. He raised her legs with his arms and plunged his cock deeper inside her, pressing beyond her cervix and spilling into her womb. There was still a slight resistance when he pushed deeper into her, but it allowed him entrance and it gripped his head tightly. Her cunt was yearning for more of his seed.

“Do you like watching your daughter being filled by my cock?” Kildack asked as he stared threateningly into William. “Her’s is a face of wanting.”

He thrust harder into her and she let out a intense scream of pleasure. Penelope’s cunt was tight against his cock, almost refusing to let it leave her body. She was craving it. Each time he came inside her, her entire body erupted in orgasms that refused to end for several minutes on end. It was a taste of euphoria that she had never experienced before in her lifetime. She had always imagined what it would feel like to be taken by a monster, and now she experienced the ferocity of it firsthand.

William again tried to hide his eyes, but despite the ravaging of both his daughters and wife, he found that his own internal lusts were building up inside him and it was getting harder and harder for him to hide that his own erection was ready to pop out of his garments. He had imagined that his daughters would introduce another human, or perhaps an elf, as their new husband – he had even prepared himself when Camilla became a fighter that she would someday bring home a girlfriend. When she married Umaris, he was happy at the prospect that he could someday see some grandchildren. The goblin babes that his wife and daughters now carried was not something he could consider a grandchild. They were beasts, monsters whose only drive was to eat and breed. He kept thinking to himself that he couldn’t protect them, and that he had failed them.

“Here’s some more seed for my new bitch!” Kildack declared as he strongly clamped his hands down onto her waist and pulled her into him. His cock lurched inside of her, hitting the back of her uterus and sloshing in with the rest of the semen that he had previously expelled into her. “Get pregnant, slut! Open yourself to bearing my children.” His cock exploded inside her, his cock thickened, his balls clenched as stream after stream of goblin spunk poured into her womb.

Kildack grunted as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope blasted into her, mixing with the other loads he had given her until it made a primordial soup for bearing life. The semen would only act to accelerate the growth of the goblin babe within her. Penelope screamed at the height of her own orgasms as they fluttered about her entire body, like a swarm of imps scratching at her skin but instead of pain it brought an untold amount of pleasure. (To be Continued with purchased version!)

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Pumpkin Hearts, I - Too Familiar

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I have been really getting into the Halloween spirit and wanted to write something that was themed to that.  You know me, we all can't have a good story without it having to do with someone being impregnated.  I've included a sample of it below and if you like it, you can always show me some love by buying the whole thing, or maybe some of my other stories as well. 

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“Pumpkin Hearts, I – Too Familiar

She opened her eyes to her bedroom filled with a thick smoke that hung about the place like a hangman’s noose.  “What went wrong?” She asked herself after coughing a few times. 

The spell had backfired and pushed her onto her back.  She must have hit her head as she fell unconscious.  She had no idea how long she had been out.  She tried to lift herself off the ground but she couldn’t budge.  Her arms were pulled above her head and a black tendril had wrapped itself around her wrists and pulled them tightly to a pool of black liquid that stretched out across the floor behind her. 

She heard a snap of someone’s fingers and her legs were pulled apart by some tremendous force.  She tried to squirm but the magic that held her was powerful.

“Release me! I, Calpurnia Inkveld, demand you release me at once!” She commanded with agrivation.

The candles that had been extinguished by the spell’s backlash suddenly ignited with an eerie green flame.  From the illumination, she was able to make out a shadow in the smoke of her room.  It was thin around the waist, with long arms and legs.  Its fingers were long like a spider’s legs and its head was topped with horns that curled back and then up.  It stalked closer to her and the smoke parted, revealing its crimson skin, luscious breasts and long girthy cock that dripped with cum.  The creature’s eyes flashed with a green light.  “Scream as loud as you like, it is like music to my ears.  No one will be able to hear you but me.”

  

Calpurnia adjusted her corset which pushed up her C-cup breasts so that her cleavage was far more apparent.  She wore a short black skirt that came to the midpoint of her thighs and had some cute black lace underwear that showed off her plump ass.  She enjoyed admiring herself in the mirror, especially with her hourglass frame that drove all the other witches mad with lust.  She had considered casting a few alluring spells on her to see how far she could press the envelope before someone raced to rip her clothes off, but she was too afraid of what the grand witch would do to her.  She had heard some pretty seething tales about witches who used their magic against other witches which included some fairly black tentacles from a beast from one of the deeper planes.  She cringed just thinking of such a foul abomination using her like some cheap fuck doll to lay its eggs in. 

She pursed her lips at the mirror in front of her to show off her purple lipstick and eye shadow that she had only put on not but a few moments ago.  She pulled back her shoulder length straight black hair and shifted the brim on her witch hat. 

“I have to look amazing when summoning my familiar, and from what I can see, you look smoking hot.”  She told herself in the mirror.  Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped on her boots with the curled tips to them simply for aesthetic purposes.  They made her look incredibly sexy but at the same time they were absolutely worthless when it came to practical purposes.  She used to joke with her fellow witches that these were the “I hope I’m not chased shoes”. 

Calpurnia turned back to the candles that encircled her pentagram and sigils she had drawn in crow’s blood on the floor of her bedroom.  The wax was dripping down the lengths of their shafts and it made her think about this well-endowed warlock she had met during the summer intensive at Misty Lake Retreat.  She was still in the first few chapters of her “Introduction to Hexes” textbook.  She had placed a spell on him, quite half-cocked that it caused his to grow to such proportions that it made him drip pre-cum for nearly half the day. 

Tonight, however, she was attempting something far more advanced.  A lot of other witches were content with common familiars such as a toad, a cat or maybe even a rabbit – but Calpurnia knew that she deserved better.  She came from pure blood witches and had a strong legacy to uphold.  After spending some time in the forbidden section of her library, or as her Auntie used to put it, the “Spells unfit for common rabble” section.  She knew that finding the right familiar would only benefit her in the long term.  There was one particular familiar summoning spell that she was fond of, which was summoning a demon from one of the dark hells.  Once bound to her, it would be her slave and do her bidding.  It was far more intelligent, and held far more magical power than the other familiars.  She knew this had to be one!

She laid the book next to her and thumbed through the pages until it reached the chanting portion of it.  Calpurnia had already set out all the other spell components that she needed in order to make this work.  She clapped her hands together three times and tossed a pinch of volcanic ash into the center of the circle.

“Dor’ah-tor-le ah comebra eskew!”  She chanted as she grabbed a chicken’s egg from a nearby basket and broke it into a bowl.  She then took her ceremonial dagger that her mother had gifted to her on her first day at Pumpkin Hearts School for Witches, and sliced open her hand.   She allowed the sanguine fluid to drip off her palm and splatter onto the egg.  With a few additional chants, her blood began to glow a crimson color before she reached across the pentagram on the floor and poured the contents overtop the volcanic ash. 

As soon as the components touched, there was an explosion of smoke.  The pentagram burst into a hellish flame and a force, as if all of time and space had been torn asunder, knocked her to the ground.  Her head hit the floor with tremendous impact and all went black. 

She opened her eyes to her bedroom filled with a thick smoke that hung about the place like a hangman’s noose.  “What went wrong?” She asked herself after coughing a few times. 

The spell had backfired and pushed her onto her back.  She must have hit her head as she fell unconscious.  She had no idea how long she had been out.  She tried to lift herself off the ground but she couldn’t budge.  Her arms were pulled above her head and a black tendril had wrapped itself around her wrists and pulled them tightly to a pool of black liquid that stretched out across the floor behind her.  

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The Goblin Warrens

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Camilla and her husband, Umaris, are sent to root out a goblin and destroy it before it breeds. Tracking it to a cave, they find that the goblin is no easy prey. Camilla and Umaris are taken by surprised, captured and become victims to the demon's insatiable lusts. The once fearless adventurers become slaves to the Goblin Warrens. Umaris finds out the potent chemicals in goblin semen has the ability to modify his body into a form fit for pregnancy, while Camilla is ravaged as she swells with the goblin's child. 

"The Goblin Warrens" is an erotic short-story composed of 6,080 words involving voyeurism, cuckold, reluctance, impregnation, male anal, body modification and bondage.

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The Goblin Warrens

By A. Rainy Dwyer

Copyright © 2017, A. Rainy Dwyer, All Rights Reserved

Published in Digital Format

             Hey perverts! It’s me, Rainy, and welcome to my first ever published erotica short story entitled, “The Goblin Warrens”.  I’m super excited to share this with you.  It contains a lot of my own fetishes! If I had my way, I’d be tied to a bench and gang fucked by monsters over and over again until I was pregnant.  That’s some pretty sick stuff, right?  Don’t be judgy!  I get off on those kinds of things. 

             It should go without saying that this book contains mature content of the sexual kind.  If you’re not into voyeurism, cuckold, bondage, reluctance, rape, blowjobs, impregnation, anal punishment, birthing, body modification and many other twisted things that I like to write, then you probably shouldn’t read this – especially if you are under 18 years old. 

Disclaimer

             All characters are the byproduct of my personal fantasies are not in any way based of people, places or events that have happened in real life.  Wouldn’t that be fucked up if it had? Also, all my characters were nice and provided consent to each other before exploring this sexual theme.  Sex should never be non-consensual – that’s real rape guys – so be sure you don’t hurt other people and be safe.

The Goblin Warren

Umaris' eyes fluttered open and he was immediately besieged by a pain that echoed fiercely in his head.  His vision clouded and blurred.  He could feel that he was still in the caves, the cold stone floor bled through his leather armor as if it were cloth.  The area was lit by torch light.  He was able to make out the familiar form of his wife, Camilla huddled on the ground.

The two of them weren't alone.

A goblin held her by the throat from behind her, as its large bulbous nose sniffed her hair.  She tried to turn from it with disgust but its grip made it difficult for her to move.  She had sandy blonde hair that was now loose and hung just below her breast plate.  The goblin, took a serrated blade and made a few slices against the straps on her back and kept her plate mail in place before it dropped to the floor.

Camilla shuddered as the clank of her only protection against the goblin was now in a heap on the ground.  She had spent the morning wrapping her chest to keep her breasts from getting in the way of battle.  Should would have stopped the beast, had her hands not been tied behind her.

The goblin bared its wicked teeth in a smile as it dropped its knife, exposed her neck, and drew his slimy tongue up it, leaving behind a line of spit that glistened with the firelight.  The creature smelled dirty and musky, and its aroma forced its way into her nostrils, enough where it made her want to vomit from the stench.  With the goblin's free hand, it grabbed her straps on the front of her chest and yanked down her bindings enough were her left breast bounced out.  It was full, luscious and her nipple was erect from the chill of her being so deep below the earth.  The goblin ran its palm over her nipple and cupped it with its gnarled hand. 

"Human bitches have such nice tits."  The creature said with a guttural voice that sounded like sand paper against stone.  It squeezed her C-cup breast a few times and then pinched her nipple hard enough it caused Camilla to squeal.  "These are perfect for feeding goblin babies."

Umaris tried to get off the floor to kick the filthy goblin's face in, but his hands didn't get far.  His wrists were manacled and nailed into a wooden post just above his head.  His fingers quickly shifted into the cuffs of his tunic, where he kept a couple bobby pins that he could use to pick the lock, but realized they had been taken.  His chest burned with hatred for the evil devil that must have ambushed them from before.  Despite his best efforts, he wasn't going anywhere.

The goblin laughed at Umaris' as he finally realized their predicament.  It moved around her arm and leaned slightly forward to lick the side of Camilla's breast.  It then pulled her nipple into its mouth where it sucked on it mercilessly.  The goblin was rough.  She could feel its teeth as it teased her, and its bumpy tongue as it rolled over her.  She tried not to let her sensitivity get the better of her.  It felt like a shock of electricity coursed through her and down to her sex.  She couldn’t believe that her body was giving into the attentions of this creature, especially in front of her husband.  She blushed because of her body’s betrayal.  She wanted to escape, worried that she’d accidentally give this demon some satisfaction, but her legs were also tied.  Camilla was completely at the creature's mercy. 

"I swear I will kill you!" Camilla shouted as she tried to thrash away from the creature's suckling.  Despite that she was twice its size, the goblin's strength was like iron as it’s hold kept her in place.  To further exert its dominance, the goblin squeezed on her throat harder.  She let out a gasp as she felt the air escape her. 

"You're mine now, whore!  I defeated you and your pathetic human male.  You're both my prisoners and I'll do with you as I please."  The goblin picked up its knife and pulled it up to her face.  "Resist me, and I'll start cutting off pieces from your man over there. We'll throw them into a pot, cook them and eat them while he's still alive and watching."

Camilla stopped trying to escape, a tear escaped her eye, but she did everything to maintain a defiant glare. 

"I like fiery bitches.  It makes this even more sweeter, because soon you'll be making a completely different face once I'm done with you."

The goblin placed the knife back on the ground and released her neck.  Its hand wrapped around and pulled down the bindings to her right breast, exposing her other tit to the dampness of the cave.  He gripped it as well and kneaded it between his fingers.  His nose sniffed at her again, this time drawing in as much of her scent as he could.  As it inhaled, it felt as if Camilla's breath was further sucked out of her.  She felt herself being drawn into the goblin, as if it was absorbing her essence.

"Yes - you smell just like a slut." The goblin claimed with a smile.  He brought his lips up to her ear and whispered to her.  "You're going to do everything I say, or your male will suffer.  Do you understand?"

Camilla's chest was heavy.  She knew that the goblin wasn't bluffing, it was well-known that his kind held no love for humans.  She imagined it slashing away at Umaris, watching as his fingers fell lifeless to the floor and consumed by their tormentor. "Yes."  She muttered beneath the fire that was burning inside her from its attention to her breasts caused her heart to race.   

"Good." It whispered.  "Because, you're going to suck my cock until I tell you to stop."

Umaris’ pulled against his manacles and he tried to lean as much as he could off the ground in order to snap the iron links that kept him chained to the post but it did him no good. 

The goblin only smiled at him, knowing that watching his woman swallow his member would cause him considerable anguish.  The pain it would cause to the male only made its cock harder. 

It twisted both of her nipples and released her entirely by tossing her to the floor.  He pulled back his loin cloth and revealed his manhood to both of them.  It was thicker than the hilt of Camilla's sword and at least 9 inches in length.  Its balls hung loose and swayed between its legs, at least three times the size of an average human male.   

The goblin grabbed the back of Camilla's head and pushed her face closer to his demonic dick.  She could see its head glistening with the torch light as it already had expelled pre-cum that drizzled down its shaft. She could smell its funk as it assaulted her nostrils.  It was musky, smelled like urine, and as if it hadn't been bathed in over a month.  With a thrust from its pelvis, the goblin pushed the head of its cock against her quivering lips.  Camilla resisted only momentarily, and then remembered that it wouldn't take much before the goblin could grab its knife again. A voice deep inside her, from the darkest section of her mind, demanded that she opened her mouth to taste its dick. 

           She opened her mouth and the goblin pushed himself inside her.  


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