Been awhile!

 I'm not really looking to write anything long, but I thought I would make a short update to how things have been going. The good news is that I've decided to start back into erotica. The pandemic offered me the chance to take a break, but now I'm just oozing with stories that I want to share with everyone. I hope that they will be received as well as the ones in the past have. 

I aim to have a new story out by the end of the week entitled, "Open Home" which details a goblin girl, who is invited to stay with a college friend while she embarks on an archeological dig. She's surprised to learn that the husband just so happens to be someone she had a sexual encounter with in college - one that she's not been able to get out of her head. 

We'll see where it all goes. 😉

Love you all,

XOXO

-Rainy

Witch Corp #1

I'm super excited about this one! I kept thinking to myself about creating a fantasy world but in modern times. Of course, all the characters are running around fucking one another like some sort of sexual smorgasbord. All sorts of devious goodies is inside this murder-mystery erotica. So far, it seems like a lot of you are already enjoying it. This makes me so happy! ^_^ I'm sorry about the delay in getting this put up for your to enjoy. Like the majority of my covers, here is the NSFW version!

  

Chapter 1 - Abduction

             Misty had been working late.

Her corporate job was incredibly demanding. There were so many expectations on her, she found herself giving more and more to the company and very little to herself. 

             She sighed as she watched the other pedestrians pass her by on the street. There was elf with his face buried into his cell phone, a sprite fluttering across the street before the light turned green, an orc walking his dog, and a few nymphs chatting about the latest fashions. Despite the hustle and bustle, it was night, which is when the darker elements of society wandered the city.

             Misty looked at her watch, it was 8:40 p.m. Shit! I’m going to be late!

             She was supposed to have dinner with her boyfriend, Ralphie, who she had only started dating a few months ago. With a quick flip of her fingers on her cell phone, she was able to pull open an app to summon a vehicle to pick her up. It was Friday, and she knew that getting a car to pick her up was going to be difficult. However, it showed that there was going to be a car available in the next 5 minutes just a couple blocks away, but in order for her to get there on time she’d have to cut through an alley.

             Misty wasn’t worried about the riff raff. This was a fairly crime free area of the city, and besides, no one would mess with her. She worked at Witch Corp.

             She hurried in her high heels and pencil skirt across the street, avoiding the oncoming vehicles as if she had done this several times before. A vehicle who was plenty of distance away still felt annoyed by not waiting for the cross walk to turn and honked at her. Misty flashed him a smile as well as the middle finger before she carried on her way.

             The alley was as dark as alley’s tended to be, with a single overhead florescent burning a spotlight over a metal sidedoor that had no handle to enter. There was a niche off to the side that split from the main alley like a t-section and was shrouded in darkness. It wasn’t that far to the other end. She grabbed her white crystal pendant from her neck and rubbed her fingers over it. It would protect her and had been a special kind of luck charm passed down generation to generation in her family.

             Her high heels clicked on the concrete as she hurriedly made her way to the other end. She was wary of the shadowy niche, as it would be the best place for an assailant to hide. She could feel her hairs raising on the back of her neck and, for a moment, she felt like something was breathing from inside the alcove. As she was about to pass by, she heard a shoe scuff.

             Without hesitation, she traced a glyph in the air and muttered a quick incantation, a spell she had saved up and held in reserve for this very thing. A ball of searing hot plasma erupted from her finger tips and was tossed into the darkness of the niche. The spell streaked down the alley, as bolts of white lightning spewed from the ball of plasma and cracked against multiple surfaces as the ball traveled until it struck a dead-end brick wall.

             There was no one there.

             She huffed partially out of disappointment, and partially from surprise. Usually her instincts were pretty spot on. She paused momentarily, cursing that she had wasted a perfectly good spell, until she was blasted by an enveloping magical force that rippled across her like several dizzying waves. Misty felt the blackness of the niche pour into her eyes, flooding them from all sides. There was a feeling of drifting and then a fall. Then nothing.



             Misty was floating for a long time, but when she came to, she was no longer in the alleyway trying to catch a taxi. She was in a room, barely lit by a light in each of the corners. The walls were made of a faux stonework that created the false appearance that she was underground in some sort of dungeon. However, Misty had seen her fair shares of dungeons and this one, by far, was amateurish.

             She felt the crisp air against her skin, and she realized that she had been stripped completely bare. When Misty tried to move, her body struggled against several leather straps that bound her to a wooden bench. Her arms were outstretched to the side, bound, and her fingers tied in a witch’s knot to prevent spell casting. She know longer felt the weight of her pendant and she felt the rise of her heartbeat and the trepidation of fear as it nuzzled its way through her veins.

             A deep bass, one belonging to the darkest of chasms, drew up from behind her like a spirit from an abandoned well. “There’s no use struggling. I’ve taken every precaution.”

             She felt a large hand, one filled with rough calluses yet unyielding to her skin, grab her ass and squeeze. Her ass stuck out over the bench, and her legs dangled from it, unable to touch the ground. Misty tried pointing her feet, but she still could not find the floor.

             As she tried to speak in protest, she realized her mouth was spread open by an O-ring which was attached to a leather harness which suddenly made her aware of how widely her mouth was open. Her words came out in a jumble of incomprehensible noises as her tongue failed to produce a suitable syllable.

             The individual behind her moved away from her ass and brought himself towards the front. The sound of hooves was well apparent against her ears and in her peripheral she caught the sight of a brown hide, massive muscles, a long legs – confirming to her that whoever had kidnapped her was a centaur. While the creature kept a casual pace coming towards the front, it felt as if time had slowed down as she caught the tip of his fully erect cock passing by. It was as thick as a baseball bat and at least twenty-seven or more inches long. Her eyes widened as she realized that this beast intended on fucking her and there wasn’t anything that she could do to stop him.

             The light caused his features to be extremely shadowed, so it was difficult to make out his face, especially since her head was perfectly aligned with his underside.

             “I’ve been watching you. Desired you. And now, you’re mine.” He claimed as he straddled the bench she was strapped to, with the head of his thick member easing closer towards her head. “Us centaurs used to be worshipped by followers of Dionysus. The priestesses would willfully give themselves to us freely and our kind would fuck your kind’s tight cunts.”

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Conquest of Orcs - Assault of St. Lyril's Abby Part 3

Hey pervs! I'm not gone, I've just been working a lot and keeping myself free of nasty little diseases. This one should have been posted awhile ago, but you know how things go. Look at my line work, it's still all wavy. I've since found ways to not be so shaky. You'll see in the next one. I loved drawing this one, "Conquests of Orcs" is one of my favorites to draw. I hope you enjoy this very non-safe for work version of the front cover.

"Conquest of Orcs - Assault of St. Lyril's Abby - Part 3"

     “A princess, you say? And an elf—” Dar’Tok grinned, revealing his sharp orcish teeth. The chains attached to the wrists of the pregnant elven girl clanked as she shifted from the mentioning of another of her species, especially, that of a princess. Her face flashed bright red from the shame and embarrassment of having been captured by this beast, and for having now carrying his child.

     Celyna stepped slightly forward again, however, was careful not to get within reaching distance of the sigil that still burned on the sanctuary’s floor. It was a sigil that was powered by faith and Celyna’s faith was unresolved. “I order you to release everyone and leave this place, else risk the wrath of Falling Leaf!”

     Dar’Tok laughed as he grabbed Nysee’s breast. Her belly was still bulging from having received the orc’s and cock hound’s seed. She shook, as his touch caused a stray orgasm to ripple across her body. The other orcs, hearing their leader laugh, decided to join in the joke – whatever that was.

     “My men have captured this temple, and everything inside belongs to us. It is you, who will surrender to us.” He grabbed Nysee by her hair, dragging her up to her feet in order to display her luscious breasts and swollen belly. “I will spare this whore’s life, if you surrender to me now. Otherwise, should you fail, I’ll slit her throat right here.”

     The elf gasped. She looked to her fellow priestesses and swallowed hard. A begging question entered her mind and she asked, “How do I know that you won’t kill her the moment I exit the circle?” Celyna was frightened for Nysee, but she needed reassurances that her friend would not be harmed.

     “May Ookrish, the Bloody Hand, rip out my heart if I am lying.” He licked the side of Nysee’s face and she cringed. “Better think fast or the deal will expire and this cunt’s blood will drench the floor.” He pulled out a long jagged dagger and displayed it so that Celyna could best see it.

     With an inhalation of breath, a frightful look at the elf slave chained around Dar’tok’s neck, she gently touched the hand of one of the reluctant nun’s who did not wish to see her go as a means to reassure her, before she stepped out of the circle. 

     Despite her small size, Celyna started hard at the orc leader. She did her best not to look at her used naked friend, and hoped that her determination and confidence would somehow shake the beast’s resolve. However, Dar’tok grinned at her and tossed Nysee aside. She clamored to the floor, yet quickly looked up to see what horrors would befall her elven friend.

     Nysee was relieved that she was no longer in the orc’s clutches, and her swollen belly made her feel heavy and unable to defend herself if the need rose. However, she was upset that Celyna had stepped out of the circle and what’s worse, is that she revealed herself as royalty. The one thing that Nysee knew about orcs, was their obsession with royalty.

     Dar’tok reached around his neck and unfastened the mechanicsm which held the pregnant elven slave in place. With a click, the chains and the elven girl fell to the floor in a heap. The crash sounded like it had bruised her, but the elf didn’t even release a painful wince. She remained on the floor, battered and used. The orc stepped closer to the elf, up until he was but a foot in front of her. She continued to hold her stare and defiance. With a quick motion of his arm, his enormous hand gripped around her throat and hoisted her into the air so that the elf’s stare could be on the same eye-to-eye level as the orc’s.

     “Today is your lucky day, royal slut. As I am going to make you my whore bride.” With his other hand, Dar’tok grabbed Celyna’s collar and yanked down with such strength that the fabric of her holy vestments tore and pulled off of her body. Celyna choked a squeak of surprise as her clothes fell away from her body so easily.

     Celyna’s undergarments were far more risqué than the St. Lyril’s would have preferred. The cotton panties and bra that were customary were too itchy for Celyna’s likes, and preferred the elven silks that her people produced in Falling Leaf. They were beautiful enough, or perhaps lust inspiring enough, that Dar’tok left them in place. With a single finger, he pulled on her bra so that the silk would slip beneath her breasts, causing them to pop out. Having witnessed the previous acts of debauchery, Celyna’s nipples were as hard as they have ever been and Dar’tok smiled wickedly to himself.

     “Looks like you’re ready for a good fucking, cunt.” With the same finger he brushed Celyna’s g-string aside and positioned his cock at the entrance of her dripping pussy.

     Celyna shook her head, fearful of the massive size of his cock which pulsed from his heartbeat. The orc’s baby maker was thicker than her arm, and nearly just as long. It was at least 16 inches, if not more, with a girth that would make a horse blush. The tip of his head held a purplish tint and his shaft was as green as the rest of him though covered in thick veins. Despite being choked, Celyna was able to breath as his hand placed the majority of his pressure beneath her jaw. She tried to struggle, pulling her hands up to pry at his fingers, while another tried to cover her own sex, but his other hand swatted her away.

     With a grunt and a powerful thrust, Dar’tok pushed himself into her cunny causing her to arch her back as the pain and pleasure bolted across her body like a stampede of wild stallions.

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Goblin Warrens 8 - Communal Property

Hiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee! I am so behind on posting this one, it's like its a travesty! Don't worry my goblin freaks, I am posting the alternative title to Goblin Warrens 8, as well as Goblin Warrens 9 just for you! I really hope you like this one, it's getting more kinky by the day.

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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Goblin Warrnes 7 - Thralls of Lust

Hey Pervs,

I'm a little slow at getting this posts out, but I wrote another Goblin Warrens book not long ago that I'm sure you'll love.  It seems that many other people have been getting their rocks off from it and its hardly losing any interest.

Here's the latest Book 7 - Thralls of Lust

Summary:

A gnome and elf adventurer was kidnapped by a band of goblin raiders. They are taken to the goblin warrens where they must contend with the latest generation of goblin spawn. Through the elf's power, a goblin mage is able to gain control over the gobryl that has been plaguing their warren. With Sadi back in control, she unveils the next stage of her fearsome goblin plot. Will the adventurers be able to escape, or will they become thralls of lust?

Goblin Warrens – 7

Kel and Aura where pushed through the caves, naked and cold, as their goblin kidnappers kept them on a tight leash.  Multiple times, the goblins pinched their butts, pulled on Aura’s ears, and groped their tits as they continued deeper and deeper into the tunnels.  Even if they managed to escape, Aura wondered if she would be able to remember the way back.  The caves were so difficult to navigate and there wasn’t any landmarks that they could use to help them return to the surface.  She was sure that the goblins made it difficult to begin with so that the cave became like a prison for them. 

One of the goblins, the one that Aura had given birth to, had adapted to its inherent magic that it acquired from her after she gave birth. Her hand was lit with a bluish flame, dancing among the rocks, to give them some indication as to where they were going. Goblins were such a parasitic race, who took traits from their parents.  There had been studies done about how many traits could pass on, from parent to parent, but such research was frowned upon and a lot of the information was redacted in order to sway mages from attempting the same kind of research.  It now appeared like she was going to witness it firsthand.  Magic in the hands of a trained student of the arcane arts was one thing, but in the hands of a reckless power-hungry species, that was far more devastating than she could possibly imagine. 

As they rounded a tunnel, Aura heard it first, then Kal’s ears began to pick up the distinct sounds of moaning – the slapping of bodies and the grunts of some beast.  The farther they trudged, the louder the sounds became.  The two adventurers knew that they were heading straight for the goblin’s breeding warrens.  Dread built up further in Aura’s chest, knowing full well that her life from this day moving forward would be filled with goblin cocks filling her insides over and over again with their nasty seed.  Her progeny would be an ever-growing powder keg of magic energy just waiting to go off at any moment. 

When they entered the main cave, they finally were able to catch sight of the warren.  There, hanging from piece of rope off the ceiling, was a human female – at least from initial inspections.  She had short brown hair, with ample tits, a large pregnant belly, and a cock that hung limp between her legs.  There was a string of semen dripping off the tip and reaching towards the floor.  Off to the side, there were two goblins, one with pink hair while the other with dark greenish hair, with their tits pressed together and the pink one laying on her back, while from behind, a large fiendish looking creature with three arms, one large bulbous head, and two irregularly-shaped eyes was fucking them from the back. 

Kel’s eyes enlarged, even at the distance that they were slowly closing at the behest of their captors, due to the size of the creature’s cocks.  They were massive things, perhaps larger than her own arm, and there were three. Two of them were already buried deep inside the goblin girls’ cunnies, while another rubbed against the top of the dark green-haired girl’s ass.  They were covered in sweat, cum and all other sorts of juices, as if they haven’t been given a moment’s rest.  Their bellies were distended, pregnant – from what she could tell – by this monstrosity. 

Aura felt that she had seen the human before, perhaps in passing at one of the local taverns.  All adventurers seemed to know one another, or at least in some capacity or the other, she just wished that she could place her.  It looked like the girl had been down here for some time, though not long enough for her hair to grow out too long.  She remembered from the original quest that there had been a pair of adventurers missing, having gone after a goblin not long ago and everyone feared the worst.  Though some joked that they got sidetracked on another quest on account that a single goblin wasn’t that much to worry about.  Now, the fate of those adventurers was clear.  Though, she only saw one of them.  Where was the other?

Sadi and Nailia’s tongues had drooped out of their mouths, and their eyes had rolled into the back of their heads – too engrossed in the pleasure that was washing over them by the beastly thrusts of the abomination.  They moaned as its cock pushed deeper and deeper into them, penetrating far into their wombs, ready to bath their insides with its cum.  Aura’s cunt ached from remembering having given birth to a goblin not very long ago.  The sensation was filled with pain and a touch of euphoria as the tiny creature was pushed out of her vagina.  She worried that her cunt had stretched so that she would find it difficult to locate a sexual partner.  She had overheard stories of elven women talk about how the other races found elves to be tight on their cocks, and how it would cause them to ejaculate far too quickly – if not, multiple times.

Kel shuddered at the thought of having the abomination’s cock forced inside her.  The gobin’s cocks were large enough, let alone having a tree branch-of-a-member throbbing inside her – filling her with cum.  The thought caused a shudder to run down the length of her spine as she imagined feeling buckets and buckets of cum engorging her stomach.  Her cunt started to feel moist, a sign of her arousal, and she silently shamed herself for it. 

The giant goblin quickened his pace as the pressure built inside his multiple balls.  His thick sack slapped against Sadi and Nailia’s ass as if being spanked by another goblin.  They braced themselves, already knowing that soon their cunts would be filled with the monster’s semen.

The goblins who were holding Kel and Aura captive forced them down on their knees, and gave them a really good view to watch as the goblin women were bred even further by the beast.  It was meant to give them a taste of what is about to come, and to reinforce their fate as part of the goblin warrens. 

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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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