Chapter 10: Even Worse
Avelyne's body was a symphony of pain, each nerve ending screaming in protest as the goblins continued their relentless assault. The moon hung motionless in the sky, a silent witness to her torment, as the creatures took turns violating her, their grotesque cocks slamming into her with brutal force. She had lost count of how many times they had filled her with their filthy seed, her body slick with their cum, her pussy raw and aching.
But the goblins showed no sign of stopping. They seemed to delight in her pain, their eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger as they took turns violating her broken body. They would fuck her until she passed out, only to be revived by a slap or a bite, just so they could continue their twisted game.
The goblins had already taken her twice, their grotesque cocks stretching her raw, their filthy seed leaking down her thighs in thick, sticky ropes. But they were not done.
Not by a long shot.
The goblin that had been licking her slit with its thick, veined tongue suddenly reared back, its beady black eyes gleaming with predatory delight. With a wet plop of saliva, it leapt onto her chest, its small but wiry body landing with a sickening crunch against her shattered ribs. Avelyne screamed, the pain lancing through her like a blade, but the goblin ignored her agony entirely. Its clawed fingers tore at the delicate lace of her bandeau top, the fabric ripping apart with a sound like tearing parchment.
Before she could even gasp, the goblin had wrenched the top away entirely, exposing her heaving, pale breasts to the cold night air. The creature’s breath hitched, its tongue lolling out as it leaned in, its claws digging into the tender flesh of her collarbones.
Avelyne’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to happen. "No—" she whimpered, her voice barely audible, but the goblin just grinned, its eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger.
Its teeth sank into her left breast, the sharp, sudden pain making her scream. She could feel the hot, wet pressure of its mouth, the rough texture of its tongue against her skin as it bit down harder, its teeth sinking deeper. She could feel the blood welling up, the warm, sticky fluid seeping out around the creature’s mouth, and she let out another scream, her body convulsing as the pain lanced through her.
But before she could even register the agony, another goblin leapt onto her chest, its small, wiry body landing with a sickening crunch against her already broken ribs. Its claws dug into her neck, its teeth sinking into the tender flesh just below her jawline, and she could feel the hot, wet pressure of its mouth as it bit down with a sickening crunch. The pain was overwhelming, a white-hot agony that made her vision blur, but she couldn’t scream again—her voice was already hoarse and broken.
The goblins’ laughter was a chorus of wet, guttural sounds, their voices dripping with sickening delight as they tore at her body with their claws and teeth. The first goblin’s teeth were still buried in her breast, its tongue licking at the wound, tasting her blood as it pulled back slightly, leaving behind a trail of crimson.
Avelyne’s body was a symphony of pain, each nerve ending screaming in protest, but she knew the truth—she couldn’t fight back. Her whole body was broken, shattered by the fall and the goblins’ relentless assault. She was a ragdoll, a plaything for their twisted amusement. She could only lie there, helpless, as they tore at her flesh, their claws and teeth sinking into her tender skin. Tears leaked from her eyes, silent and hot, as she realized the full extent of her powerlessness.
The goblins, their eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger, had taken her repeatedly, their grotesque cocks slamming into her with brutal force. She had lost count of how many times they had filled her with their filthy seed, but she knew it was at least five times for each of them. Her body ached, her pussy raw and throbbing, as she lay there, helpless and broken.
Her skin was a map of bite marks and claw marks, the tender flesh of her breasts, neck, and thighs bruised and bleeding, the goblins’ teeth and claws having left their mark like some obscene tattoo. The goblins cackled, their voices dripping with sickening satisfaction, as they watched the crimson trails of her blood run down her body, staining the earth beneath her.
One of the goblins, its cock already swollen with arousal, knelt beside her head. Its eyes gleamed with a wicked delight as it grabbed her hair, pulling her head up by force. Avelyne whimpered, her voice barely audible, "Please, no more," her breath hitching as she felt the goblin’s hot breath against her face.
The goblin, its eyes gleaming with a wicked delight, grabbed her chin roughly, tilting her head up. She could see its cock, thick and veined, already hard and throbbing with eagerness. Panic surged through her, and she tried to turn her head away, but the goblin’s grip was too strong. She could only watch, helpless and terrified, as it brought its cock closer to her face.
The goblin’s cock pressed against her lips, the hot, pulsating flesh sending a jolt of revulsion through her. Avelyne’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to clamp her lips shut, to turn her head away, but the goblin’s grip was too strong. With a low growl, it forced its cock past her lips, the thick, veined flesh stretching her mouth wide.
Avelyne gagged, her throat convulsing as the goblin’s cock hit the back of her throat, the hot, pulsating flesh blocking her airway. She could taste it—salty and bitter, like sweat and old copper, the taste of the creature’s arousal coating her tongue.
The goblin’s cock pumped in and out of her mouth, the thick, veined flesh stretching her lips wide, the hot, pulsating head hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. Avelyne gagged, her stomach churning as she struggled to breathe through her nose, the goblin’s weight on her chest making it difficult to draw in air. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes watering as she stared up at the creature, helpless and terrified.
The goblin's cock was a thick, veined rod, filling her mouth completely, its hot, pulsating head hitting the back of her throat with each brutal thrust. She gagged, her stomach churning, but there was nowhere for the creature's seed to go except down her throat. She had no choice but to swallow it, the salty, bitter taste coating her tongue, as the goblin grunted above her, its body jerking with each release.
The goblin's cock twitched inside her mouth, and she felt the first hot, thick pulse of its cum hitting the back of her throat. She gagged again, her body convulsing as she struggled to breathe, but the goblin's grip was unyielding. Another pulse, and another, each one filling her mouth and throat, until she had no choice but to swallow, her body shaking with revulsion and fear.
Her vision blurred as she choked on the goblin’s cum, her eyes watering as she gasped for air. The goblin’s cock twitched inside her mouth, its veins throbbing with each final spurt of semen, and then it pulled away with a wet, obscene plop.
Avelyne’s mouth hung open, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as she felt the creature’s hot, sticky cum sliding down her throat and into her stomach. She could feel it, too—the thick, ropey warmth of the goblin’s seed filling her uterus, her belly mildly inflating with the foreign pressure.
With the last of her strength, she looked down at her body, her eyes widening in horror at the sight. Her skin was a map of bite marks and claw marks, her breasts and thighs bruised and bleeding, and her belly—oh God, her belly—was distended, the skin stretched tight over the massive amount of semen the goblins had pumped into her. She could see it, the faint outline of the creatures’ cum moving inside her, her uterus swelling with each pulse of their filthy seed.
But now, as the last of the goblins pulled away, she could feel it—her pussy lips clenching, trying to hold back the deluge of semen that threatened to spill out. She could feel the sticky warmth of their cum inside her, the hot, pulsating flesh of their cocks still throbbing against her womb. She could feel the semen leaking out, trickling down her thighs, and she knew that if she moved, even just a little, it would all come pouring out.
She lay there, her body aching and broken, as the goblins began to communicate with each other in their harsh, guttural language. She couldn't understand a word they were saying, but she could hear the satisfaction in their voices, the pride they took in their conquest. They cackled and laughed, their voices echoing off the walls of the cliff, as they looked down at her broken body.
Their grotesque, oversized cocks still glistened with her blood and their own filthy seed, the thick, ropey cum dripping from their swollen veins. The last goblin, its tongue lolling out from its mouth, licked its lips with a wet, obscene sound before it turned away with a final, triumphant cackle.
The moment the final creature’s claws scraped against the jagged rocks, the goblins vanished into the shadows like a pack of ravenous rats. The sudden silence was deafening, the only sound the distant hoot of an owl and the cold wind whispering through the trees. Avelyne lay there, her body trembling not just from the pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming terror of being left alone in the dark.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her ribs aching with every shallow inhale.
Tears streamed down her face, her body wracked with sobs as she cried out, "Luxoriel! Why have you forsaken me? To endure all of this... Why?" Her voice echoed off the cold stone walls, the sound of her despair swallowed by the empty darkness.
"Why am I not dead yet?" she sobbed, her voice breaking as she clawed at the earth beneath her, her nails digging into the damp soil. The goblins had left her broken, their filthy seed still leaking from her body, her mind a tangled mess of pain and betrayal. The moon hung above her, its cold light casting long shadows across her bruised and bleeding body. "Why do I still feel this?" she choked out, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looked down at her swollen belly, her thighs slick with the remnants of their violation. "Why can't I just die?"
Her body betrayed her in the most humiliating way. The goblins' thick, veined cum had filled her, swelling her womb with their filthy seed. She could feel it, the warm, sticky pressure inside her, the constant reminder of their depravity.
Yet, she didn't understand the implications, the potential consequences of the goblins' seed taking root within her womb. Her mind was a fog of pain and fear, too overwhelmed to grasp the full extent of her violation. She lay there, her body trembling, as the cold wind whipped around her, chilling the sweat and blood that coated her skin.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her voice a hoarse whisper as she begged Luxoriel in a desperate, broken prayer: "Luxoriel, if you still hear me, if there is even a sliver of your light left in this world, then take me now. End this. End me." Her fingers clawed at the earth, her nails breaking against the hard soil, but she felt no relief, no mercy. Her vision blurred as she collapsed forward, her forehead pressing into the damp earth, her body finally giving out beneath the weight of her own despair.
The last thing she felt was the cold bite of the night air against her skin, the faintest whisper of the wind as it carried the scent of pine and decay. Her breath hitched once more, her chest rising and falling weakly, her body trembling as she slipped into unconsciousness.