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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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