Yep, I'm dead serious, this goblin queen will be MINE!
I an just look at her, she's like ! A woman who loves nothing more than to spread her legs and push a few cute monsters out of her womb. I was lost in a tidal wave of emotion just watching her, admiring her enormous beauty. It was like eting my lost twin, or better yet, a comrade in the road of breeding and fucking.
As I stood there, my eyes locked on the goblin queen, I felt a deep connection. She was a mirror image of my own desires, a reflection of the power and pleasure that I craved. Her massive breasts, her wide hips, her giant clit—every inch of her was a testant to her fertility and her ability to bring new life into the world.
I stepped closer.
I wanted her.
No, I needed her.
Her ears twitched faintly beneath her ssy black hair, and a mont later her glowing yellow eyes fixed on . Surprisingly she was a decent-looking goblin despite her greasy and musky appearance. Her nose was thin and well-rounded, her skin had a unique silky green complexion, and her sharp goblin teeth didn't cover her full, lustful lips.
The Goblin Queen's nostrils flared as she inhaled my scent—divine musk, sweat, and the unmistakable aura of a fellow breeder. Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk, revealing those sharp teeth in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.
Oh, she slls . And then—
She licked her lips.
A deep, guttural purr rumbled from her chest, vibrating through the cavern like a war drum. The goblins around her froze, their eyes darting between us, sensing the shift in the air. The Queen didn't move, didn't speak—she just stared, her golden eyes burning with sothing between hunger and amusent.
She slightly adjusted her position, spreading her legs wider than before and in the process, she kicked out the goblin in her pussy. Her gaping cunt still opened as it was about to give birth, which allowed to get a full view of her insides. A beautiful and terrifying display, glistening pink, sticky, and wet. I can't see from here if her g-spot or uterus is naturally wide open or not but damn this creature is built to breed, that's for sure.
The Queen's smirk deepened, her golden eyes half-lidded with primal interest. She didn't speak—she didn't need to. Every twitch of her fingers, every slow roll of her hips against the stone throne she'd claid was a language of its own. A language of lust.
And I was fluent.
"Co closer," she crooked a single clawed finger, beckoning forward. The air between us thickened, heavy with pheromones and unspoken promises. My heart raced and without hesitation I dropped on my knees, crawling toward her.
My body moved on instinct, drawn to her like a moth to a fla. The cavern floor was cold and slick beneath my palms, but I barely noticed. My eyes were locked on her, on the glistening, gaping expanse of her cunt, still pulsing from her last birth. The scent of her—musk, salt, and raw fertility—hit like a tidal wave, and I moaned softly, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.
When I reached her, she extended one thick, powerful leg, her clawed foot brushing against my cheek.
"Worship ," she whispered her voice a sultry command that sent a jolt straight to my core. I didn't need to be told twice. My lips pressed against the arch of her foot, kissing and licking every inch of her green, silky skin tasting like power and sin.
Her breath hitched as my tongue traced the curve of her ankle, a low, approving growl rumbling from her chest. The mont my lips t her skin, her muscles tensed—not in resistance, but in anticipation. She wanted this. She craved it.
Her clawed fingers dug into the arms of her ugly throne, the stone cracking slightly under her grip. Her golden eyes burned down at , pupils dilated with lust, watching my every move like a predator savoring the sight of its prey willingly submitting.
I didn't stop.
My tongue dragged higher, worshipping the taut muscle of her calf, tasting the salt of her sweat, the musk of her unwashed, powerful form. It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating.
When I reached her thigh, her free leg shifted, spreading wider in invitation. The heat radiating from her soaked, gaping cunt was overwhelming, her scent thick enough to drown in. I moaned against her skin, my own body trembling with need.
The Queen's hand suddenly fisted in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to force to et her gaze. Her lips curled into a wicked grin, sharp teeth glinting in the dim cavern light.
"Good," she purred, voice dripping with dark amusent. "But don't stop now. Show how badly you want to serve."
'Well... she really knows how to speak to the deep part of my soul doesn't she?'
It was strange to be the smaller one, the weaker one, the one being pushed into the dirt. Not unpleasant, exactly—but not what I was used to.
Her grip tightened, guiding forward—closer, closer—until my breath ghosted over her swollen, glistening folds.
I didn't hesitate.
My mouth sank onto her with the fervor of a woman who had found her salvation. Her answering growl made shiver as I kissed her clit, letting my tongue run along the underside of the engorged bud in slow, teasing circles. The grip on my hair loosened and slid downward, cradling the back of my skull as I worshiped her.
My hands found her thighs, fingers digging into the firm muscles there, my grip tightening the faster her pulse raced beneath my palms.
Can anyone bla though? Her juices were sothing that shouldn't even be made outside of a cooking show. The thick rich flavor was worth the rough treatnt, even as her thick legs locked around my head and drew into her until her scent invaded my senses.
She was in control, and I didn't mind.
The sensation of powerlessness, the delicious danger of her strength pressing into the damp dirt like an offering—it was refreshing. And oh so damn good. Yet I had to be careful a little because... well, one strong push and I'll find myself inside her pussy. Literally!
I was a small cute goblin and she was a big bad giant goblin queen. So no playing around!
As if reading my mind, she dug her claws into my scalp and bucked her hips, slamming the fat clitoris onto my mouth, again and again, rocking and humping my face.
'Treasure that all...' I thought between the wet sounds coming from her clit smashing in my face. 'Cause I'll be fucking your brains out later.'
Suddenly she stopped, and looking up, I saw her reaching for a male goblin. Lifting him by his neck she looked deep into his eyes.
'What are you doing?' I wondered.
Then she tilted her body to the side, allowing to see the backrest of the stone throne.
"Interesting" I narrowed my eyes, checking the unexpected object.
It was a half-broken stone tablet with so text carved on its surface. It looked like an ancient elvish or dwarvish to . However, even with my skills I couldn't read it, maybe Herma can. However, that wasn't important at the mont.
What was important was the familiar mana that the tablet was leaking. A lustful mana that I knew all too well.
Lilith's magic.
'Is this an item of hers? Did she leave it here on purpose?'
"Oh!" What happened next caught off guard.
With a hard slap, the Queen crushed the male she was holding against the broken stone tablet. The mont the goblin's flesh made contact with the tablet, the latter absorbed it, and in an instant—
The Queen placed her palm on the tablet and I felt the lustful mana traveling in her body like blood, slowly gathering between her legs and then...
"Of course," I sighed, a breathy, disbelieving laugh escaping my lips as I slapped my hand against my forehead. The sheer, audacious absurdity of it all. The tablet, the absorbed goblin, the concentrated mana. It clicked into place with a horrifying, yet undeniably thrilling, clarity.
And then, it erged. Slowly at first, pushing through the yielding flesh, then with a sudden, forceful thrust, a truly magnificent, undeniably male appendage. A big, fat, thick, green cock, slick with her juices, pulsing with the sa lustful mana that had just consud the unfortunate goblin. It was enormous, easily a 14-inch long, and thick as my forearm, veined and glistening, a grotesque masterpiece of dark magic and primal fucked up desire. It stood proud and erect, twitching visibly with the pulse of her heartbeat.
And a big nasty sack under the monster cock completed the sexiest futa goblin cock that had ever blessed my eyes.
I stared, mouth agape, as she adjusted her hips, letting the monstrous shaft rest heavily against her thigh. The scent of her—musky, fertile, dominant—doubled in intensity, flooding my senses until my own body ached in response.
"I guess that I'm the one that will serve her now..."
The Queen's grin was all teeth.
"Now," she purred, her voice deeper, rougher, "we play properly."
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