Chapter 11: Enduring Bearing
Avelyne's eyes fluttered open, the world around her a blur of pain and confusion. The cold, damp earth beneath her was a stark contrast to the warmth that radiated from within, a sickening, pulsating heat that seemed to throb in time with her heartbeat. She tried to move, to push herself up, but her limbs refused to cooperate, her body a symphony of agony that made her gasp and collapse back onto the unforgiving ground.
Her breath came in ragged, painful gasps, her ribs screaming with each inhale, her lungs burning as if they were filled with hot coals. She could feel the sticky warmth of blood and something else—something thick and viscous—between her legs, the remnants of the goblins' violation coating her thighs and the inside of her legs.
Her mind was a whirlwind of pain and fear, her thoughts a jumbled mess as she tried to make sense of what had happened. She had been taken, used, and discarded like a piece of meat, her body broken and defiled in ways she had never imagined possible.
The goblins had left her for dead, their filthy work complete, their seed buried deep inside her. Avelyne lay there, her breath shallow and ragged, her body trembling with the remnants of the horror she had endured. The cold night air did little to soothe her, instead, it seemed to seep into her bones, making her shiver violently.
Her swollen belly pulsed with a warmth that was both terrifying and intoxicating. She could feel it, the thick, viscous weight of the goblin’s cum inside her, pressing against her womb like a foreign presence. It was a constant reminder of the violation, a sickening, pulsating reminder of what they had done to her.
In the place that midnight never ends, her body magically recovered very slowly. She could now move her neck, turning her head just enough to see the jagged cliffs above her, the moon still hanging like a pale eye in the sky. The pain remained, but it was no longer unbearable—just a dull, throbbing ache that pulsed in time with her heartbeat.
Avelyne groaned as she tried to sit up, her muscles stiff and uncooperative. The ground beneath her was damp with blood and something else—something thick and warm. She didn’t want to think about what it was. Her fingers trembled as she pressed them against her belly, feeling the unnatural swell beneath her skin. The goblins’ seed was still inside her, still growing, still *alive*.
She retched, her stomach lurching as the realization hit her. She was carrying something. Something *wrong*.