#goblin x reader

You let out a curse when the goblin hits the back of your knees, destabilizing you and making you fall to the ground. In the three seconds it takes you to land with a thud, the goblins are all around you, staring down at your body with hungry eyes. You know you should be scared, maybe scream for help… But the perverted side of your brain is singing with pleasure and wanting nothing more than to open your legs for those goblins. You are ashamed of yourself.

But your pussy doesn’t seem to care when somebody rips your clothes off your body. You don’t know where your backpack is anymore, but there’s hands all over your exposed skin, and you are moaning in pleasure. Some of them call you names, much to your embarrassment, but they only make you wetter. They are amused that you are so ready to be fucked when you should be worried about yourself. But you don’t care. You only feel emptiness inside of you. And a deep desire to be fucked within an inch of your life.

They are groping you. They are touching every soft and hard spot in your body. All at once. You don’t know how many hands are touching you, but you don’t care to count. Not when one of them is dripping his fingers between your pussy lips and plunging them inside without preamble. You let out a scram while they cheer. The one finger-fucking you is sharing his experience, talking about your wetness and heat. There’s dicks touching your body, too. Their wet tips leaving trails of precum all over your boobs and stomach, to your sides… You want to suck them off so bad. You are going a bit insane with it.

The please that leaves your mouth is barely a whisper, but somebody takes pity on you, and there’s a dick right over your face. You stretch your head enough to lick over the tip, and there’s a growl before the dick is pushed inside your welcoming mouth. You groan around it. The fingers inside of you are joined with more. You are rolling your hips trying to get them closer, deeper. But it’s not enough. And when they pull out their fingers, you moan in displeasure. The dick in your mouth twitches in response, and that’s all you know before a goblin grabs your hair and starts fucking your face without any caress. You fucking love it.

It takes a total of six thrusts against your throat before you feel a dick breaching your pussy open, making you gag and allowing the goblin in your mouth to go a bit deeper. You are struggling to breathe, tears rolling down your cheeks while they use your body like you are nothing but a monster toy. You’ve never felt so desired. Never felt so utterly debauched.

The one in your mouth thrusts as deep as possible, holding your nose against his pubes before you feel the shot of come against the back of your throat. You swallow compulsively, but it’s not enough. When he pulls back some of his cum drips down your chin. But you can’t even lick it clean before somebody else gets a hold of your hair and a new cock is thrusting down your throat. The one in your pussy is going rabbit-fast, and you are holding it together by a fine thread before somebody’s mouth latches onto your clit for half a second and you come so hard you see stars behind your eyelids. They pull back, and another replaces the dick in your still clenching hole, pushing the come of the other back inside of you. As deep as it would go.

You are in heaven.

The defeated party beats a hasty retreat back to the mountain, only to be stopped just outside the village by a hissing voice.

"Wait, take me with you!"

The dumbfounded goblins turn to see a peasant woman hurrying out of a house with nothing but a satchel in her hands.

"You wish to come with us?" Dibbin says, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"My father wants to marry me off to some old rich man. I'd much rather run away," you say, eyes sparkling with daring. "Please?"

"Och, pretty, you needn't ask," Grog says. He'd be blushing if all his blood hadn't rushed downstairs.

The door to your house crashes open and your father comes running out with a shovel, yelling about goblins thieving his daughter away. You run into the dark with the pack of goblins, giggling until you can't breathe, exhilaration running hot in your veins. Halfway up the mountain you need to stop for a break, never having walked for so long in your life.

The goblins buzz around you, eager to treat their new mate. Irik and Jak bound off to find you berries and fresh water, while Dibbin massages your sore feet and Grog strokes your arm with his grubby hands, admiring your softness, so different from their weathered, callused skin.

"The gods must be smiling down on us to give us such a sweet thing," he says.

"Aye, we'll breed you full of our younguns," Dibbin says hoarsely.

Grog hisses at him that they don't want to scare you, but you smile.

"I like the sound of that," you tell him.

One steps forward. Taller than the rest—which means he barely reaches your shoulder. His cock hangs out. You see it immediately because he's not hiding it. None of them are. They're naked. Every single one. And every single one is half-hard, leathery sacs swinging between spindly thighs, shafts nothing like human ones. Thick, long making it difficult for them to move.

"That's the one," he says, and his voice drips satisfaction. He grabs your chin. His fingers are cold. "That's the breeder."

You try to spit. He squished your cheeks and stropped you.

"None of that, little doe." He smiles darkly. "We been empty down here. No females in three seasons. You know what three seasons without a cunt does to a tribe?"

Behind him, another goblin laughs. "Makes 'em hungry."

"We're starving," the first one agrees. He lets go of your face and steps back. "And you're dinner."

You scramble backward. Your heel hits something soft. A green hand clamps around your ankle.

"No running," whispers the goblin behind you. His breath smells like meat. "No running at all."

They drag you to the center of the cavern. Furs are piled there. You thrash. You kick. You catch one in the jaw and he screeches but doesn't let go. Another pins your arm. Another takes your other leg. They stretch you out like a sacrifice.

The first goblin kneels between your thighs. He pushes your dress up past your hips. Your smallclothes rip away in one tug.

"Look at that," he breathes. His yellow eyes fix between your legs. "Look at that fat little slit."

His thumb presses against your entrance. You're dry. Terrified. But his thumb is rough and calloused and it drags across your clit anyway, once, twice, and your body betrays you with a twitch.

"Oh, she's got some juice in her," he says. He shows the other goblins his thumb. It's wet. "Tastes sweet. Want some?"

He puts his thumb in his mouth and sucks it clean.

Then his face is between your thighs.

His tongue is longer than a human's. Pointed. It laves up your slit in one hot, wet stroke and you hate the sound you make. A gasp that cracks into a moan. He does it again. Slower. He presses the flat of his tongue against your clit and circles and you buck up into his mouth like a whore.

"That's it," he growls against your flesh. "That's it, little doe. Get wet for us. Get sloppy."

His fingers join his tongue. One. Two. They're thinner than human fingers but longer. They curl inside you and find that rough patch on your front wall and he scrapes and you scream.

Not from pain.

From the shock of pleasure that punches through your belly.

"She likes it," another goblin observes. He's stroking himself now. His cock is thick, the head almost black with engorgement. "She's a natural slut for goblin cock."

"She hasn't had any yet," the tall one says. He pulls his fingers out. They're coated. He holds them up. "Smell that, brothers. That's a human female ripe and ready."

He shoves three fingers back in. Your pussy stretches around them. The wet sounds are obscene. He finger-fucks you hard and fast, his palm slapping against your clit each time, and you can't stop your hips from rolling. Can't stop your thighs from spreading wider.

"Please," you gasp. You don't know what you're begging for.

"I know what you need." He pulls his fingers out. Positions the head of his cock at your entrance. "You need to be filled."

He shoves in.

All the way, one brutal thrust that splits you open. Your back arches off the furs. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream. He's thicker than his fingers, veined, ridged in places human cocks aren't ridged, and every ridge scrapes your walls as he sinks to the hilt.

"Gods," he hisses. His clawed hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise. "Gods, her cunt is clenching. Squeezing me like a fist."

He pulls out. Shoves back in. The ridges drag in reverse and you sob.

"That's right. Cry. I want to hear it." He sets a rhythm. Deep. Grinding. Each thrust punches the air from your lungs. "So tight. So fucking tight. We're gonna wreck this hole."

Another goblin appears at your head. You didn't see him move. He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, and his cock is there—long, curving slightly upward. The tip presses against your lips.

"Open," he says.

You clamp your mouth shut.

He pinches your nose.

You hold out for ten seconds. Twenty. Your lungs burn. Your eyes water. You gasp for air and his cock shoves past your teeth.

"That's a good little doe." He feeds you his length. Not all of it, just enough to fill your mouth, to tease against the back of your throat. "Suck. Or I'll go deeper."

You suck. Your tongue drags along the underside of his shaft. He tastes like salt and something muskier. He groans and his hips twitch and you choke.

"Easy," he murmurs. "Easy. You'll learn."

Below, the first goblin fucks faster. His balls slap your ass with each stroke. The wetness is constant now, your cunt drooling around his cock, coating his shaft, dripping down to the furs. He notices.

"You're creaming on me," he says. "Look, brothers. Look at her cream."

They gather closer. Yellow eyes stare at where you're joined. You should be humiliated. You are humiliated. But the shame is distant, muffled by the fullness in your pussy and the weight on your tongue.

"She needs more," someone says.

"Patience," the tall one grunts. "I'm not done with this cunt yet."

He pulls out. You whine around the cock in your mouth.

"Shh," says the goblin above you. "He's just giving someone else a turn."

True. Another goblin is already climbing between your thighs. This one is smaller but his cock is not—thick as a beer bottle, the head flared like a mushroom. He doesn't tease. He lines up and pushes.

You scream around the shaft in your throat.

He's too big. He's too big. Your pussy burns as it stretches, as the flared head pops past your entrance and the shaft follows inch by inch. The goblin above you pulls his cock from your mouth so you can breathe.

"Too much," you gasp. "Too—"

"No such thing," the goblin says as he rocks his hips, working the last inch inside you. "There. See? All of it fits."

Your vision goes spotty. You feel impossibly full, stuffed to bursting. He pulls back and thrusts forward and the flare of his head drags against your cervix and you sob.

"She's crying," someone says.

"Good tears," the tall one answers. He's moved to your side, stroking himself and watching. "Look at her face. She's not in pain anymore."

He's right. The burn has faded to a deep ache that throbs with every pulse of your heart. The goblin above you—the one with the curving cock—kneels by your head again.

"Open."

You open. He slides back into your mouth. This time you suck without being told. Your tongue works the underside of his shaft, finds the ridge where the head meets the shaft, laps at it. He shudders.

"She's learning fast."

"Goblins teach well."

The one in your pussy fucks you with that deep rhythm. Each stroke pushes against your cervix, not quite breaching it, just nudging, reminding you how deep he is. Your hips start moving with him. You hate yourself for it but your body doesn't care about hate. Your body wants to be pleasured.

"Flip her," the tall one says.

The goblin in your cunt pulls out. You feel empty. Hands grab you, turn you onto your stomach, pull your hips up. Your dress falls around your shoulders. You're naked from the waist down, exposed, presented.

Two of them press against you from behind.

"Double," one says. "I want double."

"Hold her open."

Fingers spread your cunt lips. Something cold and wet drips onto your anus—spit, you realize. Someone's saliva. A thumb presses against the tight ring of muscle and you flinch.

"Shh," comes the soft voice again. "Shh, little doe. It'll hurt but then it won't. You'll see."

The thumb pushes inside. You clench and he waits, patient, until your body relaxes around the intrusion. Then a second finger. Stretching. Burning. He scissors them and you moan into the furs.

"Ready," he says.

A goblin slipped under you, his cock nudging your cunt. You lowered to take him while the second—the one with the flared head—presses against your ass.

"On three," someone says, and laughs.

They push together.

You lose your breath. Lose your voice. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out. Two shafts filling you simultaneously, the thin wall between them so sensitive you feel every ridge, every vein, every twitch. They're different temperatures—one warmer than the other. One longer, one thicker. They slide against each other through your flesh.

"Fuck," groans the one in your cunt. "She's milking me."

"Both holes," the other gasps. "Both holes gripping."

They start moving. Not in sync. One thrusts while the other pulls, either way you're always full, always stretched, always being fucked from both sides. The friction is maddening. The fullness is delirious.

"More," you hear yourself say. "Please, more—"

"More what, little doe?"

"More. More."

The goblin in your cunt finds your clit. His fingers are slick with your wetness. He circles the hard nub and you shatter. The orgasm rips through you without warning. Your pussy spasms, clenching and releasing, and the goblins groan in unison.

Your ass clenches too, gripping the cock there like a vise. You're sobbing now, tears hot on your cheeks, but you're also pushing back against them, grinding, desperate to keep them inside while your body shakes apart.

"She came," someone says, wonder in his voice.

"She came on goblin cock."

"She's ours now."

They don't stop. They keep fucking you through the aftershocks, through the oversensitivity that makes you whimper, through the next orgasm that builds without your permission. Your mind is static. All you know is the stretch, the fullness, the guttural sounds they make behind you.

Their seed floods you, drips down your thighs.

They pull out. You collapse onto the furs, leaking, trembling.

"Not done," says the tall one. You'd forgotten about him. He's been watching, stroking himself, waiting. "Not even close."

He presses you further down. Spreads your thighs. Your cunt is gaping now—you can feel the cool air inside you—and he stares at it.

"Beautiful," he says. "Destroyed and beautiful."

He positions himself behind. But instead of your cunt, he pushes against your ass.

"I want this one," he says. "It's still tight."

He pushes in. Your ass has been stretched but not enough. The burn returns. He's thick and he doesn't stop until his hips meet your asscheeks.

"Look at me," he commands.

You look. His yellow eyes bore into yours.

"You're not leaving this lair," he says. "You know that, right? We're going to breed you. Fill you every day. Every hour. Until your belly swells with goblin young."

He thrusts. Your eyes roll back.

"Until your tits drip milk for our spawn."

Another thrust. You moan.

"Until you can't remember your own name. Just ours. Just this."

He fucks your ass hard. His balls slap against your cunt, still wet and dripping, and the sensation is too much—another orgasm crashes into you without warning, making your whole body convulse. He keeps going. Fucks you through it. With every stroke and you can't stop coming, can't stop shaking, can't stop wanting.

"Take it," he growls. "Take all of it."

He comes in your ass. The heat floods you and he stays inside until he softens, then pulls out, watching his cum drip from your stretched hole.

You lie there. Broken open. Used. Filled.

**************

Time loses meaning.

They take turns. Three of them fucking you at once, somties four or five. Using your cunt at once—impossible, but they manage, two fingers from one goblin stretching you alongside a cock, your ass filled with one or two cocks while another uses your mouth.

You learn to breathe through your nose. Learn to swallow. Learn to beg without shame.

They arrange themselves like a wheel around you, holding you up, fucking every hole simultaneously. You can't move. Can't speak. Can only exist as the vessel for their pleasure.

"You're taking it so well," they murmur. "So fucking well, little doe."

The tall one—their leader, you learn his name is Rikkit fucks your throat until you gag and tears stream down your face. He calls you his pretty little cocksleeve. You moan around his shaft.

Another one spends an hour between your thighs, licking and sucking, drawing orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body. He smiles when you try to push his head away. "No," he says. "You want this. Your cunt is dripping for it."

He's right. You're always wet now. Always ready and leaking goblin cum.

They come on your face, your chest, your belly. They paint your skin with seed and lick it off. They call you their doe, their breeder, their little human whore.

And you love it.

The realization hits you sometime around the fourth hour—or the eighth, or the twelfth. You're on your hands and knees, five of them around you, taking turns while the others watch. Your arms shake. Your thighs are slick with cum. Your holes are so full they ache.

Rikkit kneels in front of you. His cock is hard again—always hard, they recover so fast. He cups your chin.

"Look at you," he says. "Three seasons we waited for a female. Three seasons of nothing. And then we find you." He strokes your cheek. "You're not fighting anymore."

You're not. You lean into his touch.

"Why would I fight?" Your voice is hoarse from screaming. "This is... this is..."

"Say it."

You close your eyes. "This is what I needed."

He kisses you. His mouth tastes like your own cunt and goblin seed. You kiss him back. Behind you, a cock pushes into your cunt. Another into your ass. They thrust in opposite rhythms and you moan into Rikkit's mouth.

"We're going to keep you," he whispers against your lips. "Forever."

"Yes," you breathe. "Yes. Yes."

*************

Weeks later, after many more goblin bangs... when the torches have burned low and the other goblins have collapsed in exhausted piles around the cavern, Rikkit slides into your lap. His finers slide into your cunt easily. You're gaping now, so well-fucked, that there's no resistance. Just fullness. Just warmth.

"You're carrying," he says.

You press your hand to your lower belly. It's too soon to know but something feels different. A weight you hadn't noticed before.

"Maybe," you whisper.

"No maybe." He curls his fingers. "I can smell it. We all can. You're ripe with our seed."

You should be horrified. You should be planning your escape.

Instead, you grind down on his fingers and smile.

"Good," you say.

He laughs. "Good, little doe? You want to swell with goblin spawn?"

"I want to stay." You look around the cavern at the sleeping goblins. At their sharp faces and twisted limbs and yellow eyes. At the cocks still half-hard even in sleep. "I don't want to leave."

"You can't leave," he says simply. "You're ours. This is your home now."

He fingers you slow and deep. Not for his pleasure—yours. He watches your face as you come apart again, as you moan and cling to his shoulders, as you drip down his shaft for the hundredth time. When you collapse, he strokes your back.

"Sleep," he murmurs. "Tomorrow we start again."

The orc thought the man to be an old fool. No human in their right mind would've gotten in the faces of beasts, pleading for help. And offering every bit of silver to their name for your return? The old man's desperation was clear but nobody was willing to listen.

The orc sat alone. Hunched over the crooked wooden table in the far corner, where the light barely reached. He watched silently as the old man made his rounds. Pleading and flashing his lifes savings for everyone to see.

The orc scoffed at the man's incredibly pathetic behavior. He had seen enough.

He stood and let the heavy weight of his fist fall to the table. The impact sent the amber liquid from his tankard sloshing over the side and drooling down his knuckles. His bellowing voice cut the old man short.

"If ya know what's good for you, simmer down. And put away the coin."

Even with his slouch, he was easily three times the man's size.

The old man's hands tremored as he fumbled with the pouch at his belt. The silver rounds clinking against one another as he tied it back up tight.

"Have a seat."

The orc says settling back into the creaky wooden bench. The old man slid in across from him cowering down his shoulders.

"You're a damned fool, flaunting all that 'round here."

The old man stumbles over his words

"Please. My daughter. They've taken her. I’ll do anything. Just help me."

The orc slides his tankard across the table.

"Have a drink. Settle your nerves."

He eyes the old man's fidgety hands before flickering his gaze back up to his face.

The grey hair receding over the peak of his head, and the freckled skin neighboring his eyes, were telling of his age. If he had to guess, by the sun damage and dirty fingernails, the man was likely a farmer.

"Who's taken her?"

The orc asks curiously. Attempting to get the first coherent answer from the man since he first set foot in here.

"Goblins!"

The man says with a hushed voice of surprise. As if it would be hard for the orc to believe such a creature could exist. Perhaps it was more strange for a human.

"Where have they taken her? Do you know?"

The old man shakes his head.

"I couldn't say. I followed as far as I could but they're quick!"

“What do you expect anyone here to do with no lead?!”

He scoffed. The man looked defeated.

“Please. I just want to bring her home.”

The orc leans back thoughtfully. Despite how pitiful this was, the man was offering money. And the orc had nothing better to do. It could actually be quite fun knocking a few goblin heads together.

"All right. Imay have an idea."

The old man looked on hopefully. The grateful expression on his face now a replacement for his previous panic.

"I- I can pay. Anything you want take it all!"

As the old man pulled at the sack knotted to his hip the orc held up his hand.

His hand alone was large enough to grip the man's entire skull, and likely crush it with not much effort.

"Keep your silver. We'll talk payment when she's back on your doorstep."

…That really had been his intention going into it...

Help the man. Get a decent payout.

A simple job.

But when he'd tracked the goblins back to their nest, unsurprisingly, the cave was lined wall to wall with wooden cages and boards. Each one was wrapped with ropes to hold the young women they'd captured in vulnerable positions. open and ready to be bred.

He'd kept in his mind your description. The old man had done his best to give him every detail.

As he made his way through the row of cages, he'd thought it might be impossible to make you out of the group. But as soon as his eyes landed on your curved backside, your hair tousled and cheeks pink and puffy from crying, he knew in his gut you were the one he was sent for.

Blood flowed straight to his groin as he took in the view.

You were tied at the wrists to a wooden board. The wood was compacted into the dirt wall with steel nails. You were nude from head to toe. The back of your thighs glistened with a slick substance.

He could only imagine the sounds you'd made when the working goblins stopped at your cage. Pumping you full of their seed in hopes of filling you, round and taught, with their offspring. Furthering their invasive populations. He wanted nothing more than to be the one to coax those sounds from you.

The mere thought of another pair of hands touching you had his eyebrows knitting together furiously. Especially such small nimble fingers.

None of these greedy little men could ever satisfy you as much as he could.

The orc glances down at the large steel padlock holding the wooden bars of your cell closed. Imprisoning you here beneath the earth.

It really is unfair… Such a beautiful thing like you locked away. Diminished to nothing more than cattle. You didn't deserve this. He could give you what you deserved.

The orc thought hard for a plan.

He knew how to get you out of here. His pure, brute, strength alone was the only weapon he'd need to get past the workers and out of the nest. That was the easy part.

It was what hed’ have to tell your father after he got you safely to his own secluded home. The excuse as to why his lovely daughter wasn't back in her own bed, on her father’s farm as he'd promised.

He could hardly keep it together at the thought.

You didn't belong here with these Golbins. A loveless breeder used for a quick get off to mother their brood. It was a waste of your potential.

Instead, you would do tremendously with him. Living the rest of your days as a happy housewife. Mothering with his own kin. Your gentle hands working to cook him dinner, and tend to the little ones. Happy and glowing round with the next.

The way you would fill the space in his bed so nicely. The rest of his life hearing all your pretty sounds and gazing into those beautiful eyes.

His hands itched to squeeze at the softness of your hips, but he holds back. He will. Very soon.

Your orc finds it amusing whenever you bite his bicep just because it's there, and you can't say no to an opportunity like that. Your bite barely feels more than a small nibble, a teasing little thing that makes him grin. And, of course, he has to return the favor. He knows exactly what the scrape of his tusks against the sensitive skin of your neck does to you, and by the time he is finished, the mark of your nails is all over his broad back. Deep, stinging trails that only make him rumble into your heated skin with satisfaction. He wears them like a trophy. He only rolls off you when he knows you have nothing left to give him, tangled in his embrace, all breathless and boneless.

Your werewolf knows all too well the primal urge to bite a loved one, but you only do it when he is in his human form because, well, fur. He loves it. It registers in his mind as a claim, and he only wishes the mark would stay, but he is happy with the ones you leave on his back too. Sometimes, the way he urges you to dig deeper, to leave something more lasting, almost makes you hesitate. Almost. But you can see it in his eyes how it rewires his brain in ways he can't put it into words. And when he becomes absolutely sure you are the one, he won’t settle for fading marks anymore. No, he will take it further and tattoo your name somewhere on his body as a permanent claim for the world to see. You will call him silly for it, but deep down, it does something with your brain too.

Your naga laughs whenever you attempt to bite him. Your weak, blunt human teeth do absolutely nothing to his scales. And unfortunately, your nails either. Not without causing him real damage, but he appreciates the sentiment anyway. And he is more than happy to return the favor. Between the two of you, it’s always you who ends up with the marks of your lovemaking, but it's fine, because soon, he will propose, and there will always be a ring on his finger as your claim over him.

Your dragon is similar. A soft, fragile human like you could never leave a mark on his thick scales, but it doesn't mean he doesn’t go absolutely feral when you try. The fact that his pretty, delicate mate wants to claim him? It only adds to his ego. And he would really, really like to return the favor, but he can't. He is all too aware of how dangerous he can be. He is a predator through and through, and you are his sweet, little treasure. Instead, he drowns you in gifts and grins, all too smug and pleased with himself, whenever you sink your teeth into him.

Your goblin found it weird the first few times when you bit him while he was busy with the most mundane things, but he got used to it quickly. Now, if too much time passes without you chewing on him, he starts getting antsy. Did something happen? Are you mad? He won’t rest until you finally put your mark on him again. You created a monster with your habit, but honestly? Neither of you are complaining.

Your minotaur gets horny the moment he feels your teeth on him. It doesn't matter if it's the middle of the day and you have a bunch of things to do, now, you are his for the next several hours. Minotaurs are not predators like werewolves or rakshasas, they don't have the instincts to claim with bites and scratches. They prefer the stuffing you full until you are dripping method. And your minotaur isn't different, but because of this, he finds your need to bite him and claw at him even more exciting.

It was like a wet-dream.

You were in your bedroom, the needy feeling between your legs were growing as it demanded to be satiated. You were desperate to feel relief the kind of satisfaction that came from another. You thought about how horny you were- that you would let anything fuck you at this point.

No matter how much you touched yourself this week, your body was always hungry for more.

So you did what any insane horny person would do.

You threw your bedroom window wide open, allowing the cool night air to breeze through your room. With any luck, the scent of your arousal would stir up the monsters in the night to invite themselves into your room and have their way with you.

You trot proudly back to your bed, laying flat on your back, allowing your legs to part ever so slightly, you close your eyes and begin to fanticise about what creature may invite themselves into play with your body.

One moment you were pinching your chest, allowing the wetness between your legs stir before even considering sliding your hand down beneath your legs.

But before you even had a chance to, you felt the foreign fingers of another creature sliding their thumb between the centre crease of your shorts, their thumb digs ever so more into your clit before sliding back down your wet crease. Your eyes remain shut, your head lulling back in satisfaction of your plan coming to fruition.

Pulling your short to the side, you expose your lower half, allowing the creature to slide the tip of their dexterous finger along your wet slit before sinking slowly but deeply into your needy hole. His singular finger wiggles and slide into your gushing pussy as your back arches and your knees falling further apart, inviting the creature for more. A moan pours from your lips as you feel the creature rubbing their long finger along the sponge side of your wall.

Your eyes remain screwed shut, enjoy the ecstasy of your genius idea.

“Look at me.” His raspy voice demands. You crack open your eyes, looking up to see a goblin hovering above you. His fingers continuously plunging into your wet hole. Your brows knit together, attempting to concentrate “You still want this?”

Truth be told you didn’t consider a goblin would come inside and fuck you. Goblins are usually quiet … unattractive. But there’s just something alluring about the rugged goblin. His jet black hair is tousled, his piercing yellow glowing eyes peer hungrily back into your own, the scowl pressed into his forehead tells you he’s resisting with all his might.

You look down is board toned chest and notice an ungodly large bulge protruding from his pants.

If you weren’t sure before, you were certain now that you wanted this goblin to fuck you braindead.

“Please.” You mutter, hands greedily pulling at his belt and unclasping his pants which earns you a throaty chuckle. You yank his long member from the confines of the fabric and give it a couple of strokes, as if you hand needed to feel the length. Your desperate hands line his far cock head to your own weepy hole.

You continue to lay on your back, as the Goblin moves his hands to push your knees out, allowing him to look down at your box and appreciate your glistening pussy and how it hungrily clenches at nothing in anticipation of feeling his cock head brush the outside.

A small whine escapes as he tilts his hips forward, allowing his long fat cock to finally sink into your hole. “Oh fuck!” You whimper, your head pressing into the mattress as you feel the goblin begin drilling your hungry wet cunt.

His hips slam into your own, causing you to hit your head on the headboard. Your other hand shoots up, grabbing the bar of your bed to stop your head continuously slamming into the wall. “Oh fuck - oh fuck - oh fuck!” You dribble stupidly, feeling the goblins cock slam into you, feeling the sensation of his tip slamming harshly into your cervix. “Fuck- you’re-so big” your eyes roll back into your head. His thumb coming to sit on top of your clit - working fast circles as his hips piston forward. The speed and force causing your tits to stir and bounce.

His only free hand capturing one of your tits to pinch harshly at. “You’re close.” He says, panting and drinking up your fucked our state. Your babbling and clenching tightly around his cock. “Oh fuck- yeah you like this don’t you? Being fucked by a monster.” You whimper in agreement, unable to do much more. “Why don’t you go and cum on this goblin cock hm?”

“Yeah-yes- ugh-I’m cumming!” You whine, your back arching impossibly as the stars take over your vision and the throbbing heat washes down your thighs. Your legs feel impossibly wet as your cunt continues to clench and spasm as you come down from your high. You glance back up at the goblin, who’s now slowly rocking his hips gently into your own. “Did - you cum?”A smirk tugs at the goblins lips.

“Not yet.” He states, grabbing your leg, and tugging it until you roll onto your stomach, pulling your hips off the bed and slamming it back into his, his cock wedged up between your cheeks. “Did you want a goblin to cum because of your wet pussy?” He asks, his hands gripping harshly at your hips which is oddly satisfying.

“Yeah.” You say, pushing your plush ass back into him. “Please use me.” The goblin groans, his cock swelling more at your neediness.

“Shove me inside of you then.” And you did exactly what was told of you.

You reached between your legs, grabbing his wet cock and line it up to your own dripping hole and throw your ass back as your pussy swallows his cock once again.

As soon as his cock slides in, he yanks your hips back into his own at a brutal pace. “Oh!” Your scream, throwing your hips back along with his brutal pace, seeking desperately for second high.

“Look at you, a human girl getting wet for a goblin.” He chuckles as he continues to pound into your gushing pussy. “I can feel your greedy cunt trying to milk me.” He taunts but you only murmur back in agreement.

“Y-you feel better then h-human men.” You moan again as the goblin groans at your praise.

“Yeah? Want this goblin to cum inside you?” Your nod weakly and moan.

“Please cum inside me, I w-wanna feel it!” A loud moan escapes the goblin once more his hips snapping forward, his balls unloading into your gummy walls which spasm and clench around him.

“Oh fuck.” He groan once more, trembling as he pulls out of you. Already he’s standing and pulling his pants up.

“What? You’re not seriously leaving already?” You utter sadly. You weren’t craving more just yet but you want for him to at least stay a bit for aftercare.

“Please- you humans never want us to stick around after that.” He states, buckling his belt back and appreciating your cum covered state. “Thanks anyway- I really needed that.” He says, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.