Chapter 9: Easy Prey
She lay there, her body wracked with pain, her vision swimming. She tried to move, to push herself up, but her limbs refused to cooperate. She was broken, her body wrecked, and she couldn't move.
Avelyne lifted her head, her vision swimming, and took in the sight of her limbs splayed out at unnatural angles. Her left arm was twisted beneath her, the bone jutting out through the skin, and her right leg was bent at an impossible angle, the joint dislocated. She could feel the pain radiating from her chest, sharp and intense, where her ribs had shattered. She let out a weak, pained moan, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
As she tried to lift her torso, a sharp, searing pain radiated through her chest, and she coughed up a thick, rust-colored stream of blood onto the jagged rocks beneath her. The metallic taste filled her mouth, and she could feel the warmth of it trickling down her chin. "No," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "This isn't happening. I can't be this broken."
The realization hit her like a physical blow. She was trapped, her body shattered, her ribs shattered like glass beneath the impact of her fall. She could feel the cold, damp air seeping into the gaping wounds in her chest, each breath a painful reminder of the damage done. The forest around her seemed to blur, the moonlight casting eerie shadows that danced around her broken form.
Avelyne tried to take a deep breath, but her lungs refused to expand, her ribs shattered like glass. She coughed again, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth once more. "This is it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm dying." The realization hit her like a physical blow, and she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Mirelle," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thargae. Thalia." She could see their faces in her mind's eye, their smiles, their laughter. "I'm coming," she said, her voice stronger now, filled with a strange sense of acceptance.
Her lips curved into a tremulous, broken smile as a single tear traced a path down her cheek, only to be immediately followed by another. The moonlight caught the glint of her tears, turning them into tiny diamonds that sparkled against her pale skin. Avelyne closed her eyes, her breath hitching as she tried to steady herself, the pain and the tears mixing together in a bitter, sweet cocktail of emotions.
She was ready to let go, to embrace the inevitable, when suddenly—She was startled by a cacophony of shrieks, high-pitched and shrill, echoing through the forest like a symphony of madness. Her eyes flew open, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked around, confused and disoriented. "What—what's happening?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried to move, to push herself up, but her limbs still refused to cooperate. She was broken, her body wrecked, and yet—she was alive.
Avelyne's eyes fluttered open, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to make sense of the chaos around her. "Why—why am I not dead yet?" she gasped, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of shrieks that echoed through the forest. She was trapped, her body shattered, and yet—there was something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Then, she saw them. At least six goblins came into view, their small, wiry bodies moving with a chaotic energy that made her stomach churn. She had seen them before, in the clearing, but this time—this time, she could see the grotesque, oversized cocks that hung between their legs. They were erect, throbbing with a sickening eagerness that made her blood run cold.
Their eyes, beady and black, were fixed on her, their tongues lolling out of their mouths like eager dogs. Avelyne's stomach churned as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to scream, to beg for mercy, but her voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper, her body too broken to even flinch.
The goblins moved with a speed that belied their size, their small, wiry bodies darting towards her like a pack of ravenous wolves. She could see the hunger in their eyes, the raw, primal desire that made her skin crawl. She was their prey, their easy meal, and they were going to devour her whole.
With the last of her strength, Avelyne screamed, her voice hoarse and desperate, "Please, don't come closer! Leave me alone!" Her body shook with the effort, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but the goblins didn't even pause. Their eyes gleamed with a sickening hunger, their tongues lolling out of their mouths as they closed in on her, their small, wiry bodies moving with a chaotic energy that made her stomach churn. She could see the grotesque, oversized cocks that hung between their legs, throbbing with a sickening eagerness that made her blood run cold. She tried to shrink back, to make herself small, but her broken body refused to cooperate.
One of the goblins, its eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger, leaped onto her chest, its small, wiry body landing with a sickening crunch on her shattered ribs. Avelyne screamed, the pain exploding through her like a thousand shards of glass, her voice echoing through the forest like a desperate, broken thing. The goblin's face came closer, its tongue lolling out as it licked her cheeks and jaw, its rough, damp texture sending a shiver of revulsion down her spine.
She could feel its hot breath on her face, the stench of its rotting teeth making her gag. "Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible, "please, don't do this." But the goblin just grinned, its eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger as it began to walk down her body, its small, wiry feet stepping on her chest and belly, each impact sending a jolt of pain through her broken ribs.
It reached the hem of her high-slit skirt, its clawed fingers curling around the delicate fabric, and with a sharp tug, it lifted the front of it, exposing her bare crotch and pussy to the cold night air. The other goblins shrieked in delight, their voices echoing through the forest like a chorus of madness, and Avelyne let out a broken scream, her body trembling with a mixture of pain and humiliation.
The goblin’s breath was hot and putrid as it leaned in closer, its tongue lolling out to drag along the inside of her thigh. Avelyne’s body jerked in revulsion, her shattered ribs screaming in protest as she tried to twist away, but her broken limbs refused to obey. The goblin’s claws dug into her hips, holding her in place as it pressed its face against her exposed flesh, inhaling deeply.
Its tongue—thick, veined, and slick with its own foul saliva—slashed across her throbbing slit, licking the swollen lips of her pussy with deliberate, obscene precision. Avelyne’s breath hitched in a choked gasp, her body convulsing as the wet, rough contact sent a jolt of raw, humiliating pleasure through her shattered nerves. "No—!" she whimpered, her voice cracking as the goblin’s tongue curled around her clit, flicking it with wet, rhythmic strokes that made her hips jerk involuntarily.
The other goblins cackled, their voices dripping with sickening anticipation. One of them—its cock already swollen to grotesque proportions, the purple vein running down its length throbbing visibly—knelt beside her, its clawed fingers hooking into the hem of her skirt and yanking it up to her waist.
Avelyne's scream tore through the night, raw and desperate, as she realized what was about to happen. "No! Please, no!" she begged, her voice hoarse and broken, her body shaking with a mixture of pain and terror.
"Please, don't—" But her words were cut off as one of the goblins, its eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger, grabbed her legs and yanked them apart. She screamed, her voice echoing through the forest like a desperate, broken thing, as the goblin's rough, calloused hands dug into her thighs, holding her in place. She could feel the cold night air on her exposed pussy, the heat of her own body contrasting sharply with the chill. She tried to kick, to fight, but her broken limbs refused to cooperate. She was helpless, completely at their mercy.
The goblin's cock, thick and veined, pressed against her entrance, the hot, pulsating flesh sending a jolt of revulsion through her. She screamed, her voice raw and frantic, "No! Please, no! Don't do this!" But her pleas fell on deaf ears.
With a desperate, final breath, Avelyne’s fingers clawed at the damp earth, her nails digging into the rocky soil as she whispered the prayers—"Luxoriel, hear me. Luxoriel, pleace protect me." Her voice broke, her lips trembling as she begged the god she had once served so blindly, now with the desperation of a drowning woman. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the goblins’ laughter dying into a low, guttural growl as if something darker had entered the air.
Then—pain.
A wet, obscene thunk split the silence as the goblin’s cock—thick, veined, and already glistening with its own filth—rammed into her with brutal force. Avelyne’s scream tore from her throat like a blade being dragged across her ribs, her body arching off the ground as the goblin’s weight crushed her shattered chest.
The pain was indescribable, a white-hot agony that consumed her entire being, but it was nothing compared to the violation she felt as the creature’s cock began to move inside her.
"Ahhh!" she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. "Get off me, you monster!" But her pleas only seemed to spur the goblin on, its eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger as it began to thrust in and out of her with brutal, animalistic force.
She could feel every ridge, every vein of its grotesque cock as it stretched her tight pussy, the hot, pulsating flesh slamming into her with a wet, obscene sound that made her stomach churn.
Blood dripped from her exposed slit in thick, crimson rivulets, staining the earth beneath her like some obscene offering to the forest’s hunger, as her body and the goblin’s fell into the same brutal rhythm—her shattered ribs screaming in time with the wet, obscene slapping of flesh against flesh.
The goblin’s breath was a foul, wet rasp against her ear as it growled, its claws dug into her hips, yanking her up with each thrust, forcing her broken body to move with the rhythm of its fucking. The pain was a white-hot brand against her skin, but something else was building inside her—a twisted, filthy pleasure that coiled tight in her belly, a reaction to the violation, the brutality.
Then, as the goblin’s cock bottomed out inside her with a wet, obscene thunk, she felt it: a hot, thick pressure deep in her womb, a foreign warmth that pulsed against her insides. She gasped, her breath hitching as something—semen—spilled inside her, a thick, ropey flood that filled her with a weight she’d never known before. The goblin’s body jerked above her, his cock pulsing in time with his own release, and Avelyne’s vision swam as she realized—she was carrying something. Something monstrous.
Her broken body betrayed her then, her ribs groaning as the goblin’s weight shifted, his claws digging deeper into her hips. He groaned, his voice a wet, guttural sound, and she felt another pulse of his seed inside her, this time thicker, more insistent.
The goblin’s cock twitched against her womb, and she could feel the sticky warmth of his cum leaking down her thighs, dripping onto the jagged rocks beneath her. Her body was a broken thing, her ribs shattered like glass, her lungs barely functioning, but she could still feel it—the filthy pleasure, the violation, the way his seed filled her, made her something else entirely.
She was no longer Avelyne, the devout nun, but a vessel, a thing to be used and filled.
Another goblin moved closer, its eyes gleaming with a sickening hunger as it knelt between her legs. Its cock, thick and veined, was already hard, throbbing with eagerness. Avelyne tried to close her legs, to push it away, but her limbs refused to cooperate.
The goblin's cock pressed against her entrance, the hot, pulsating flesh sending a jolt of revulsion through her.
Avelyne’s breath came in ragged gasps, her voice a broken whisper as she begged the heavens. "Hmmhhh... Luxoriel... why?" Her voice cracked, her lips trembling as she begged the god she had once served so blindly, now with the desperation of a drowning woman. "Why forsake me now? Why leave me here to be devoured by these beasts?"
Her body arched beneath the goblin’s weight, her ribs groaning like splintering wood with each thrust. The pain was a white-hot brand against her skin, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation of her own voice, pleading in broken sobs as she begged for mercy. "Ahhhh... no... please, no more..." Her fingers clawed at the earth, nails digging into the rocky soil as she tried to pull herself away from the violation, but her broken limbs betrayed her.