Chapter One

The candles were burning low as the Sword Maiden made her way through the halls of the Holy Chapel. Though she could not see the lights clearly, she could smell the scented oils that were released when they were almost spent, and knew it must be nearly night. Despite the darkened hallways, she picked her way with the ease of someone who knew the way as though she had laid it out herself. The dark was no obstacle to one who was already all but blind.

“When will you be retiring, Mistress?” came a voice as she passed by a stairway, a young novice judging by the soft, high tone.

“In a while, young one,” she replied. “I often go for a walk through the cathedral before I settle down. I find it helps me sleep.”

“Oh!” said the girl. “Maybe I could go with you?”

The Sword Maiden chuckled.

“Mm, maybe one day. Now, get yourself off to bed.”

“Yes, mistress. Good night,” there was a rustle of her shift as the girl respectfully bowed her head, before quickly scampering up the stairs. The Sword Maiden went on, the point of her long sword-staff extended slightly before her to warn her of any obstacles that might be in her path.  She passed by two more novices as she headed deeper into the Cathedral, the two women silently bowing their heads in respect as she went by.

Eventually she arrived at her destination in a silent part of the building; a large wooden door set into the stonework. Pausing to listen in case anyone was nearby, she reached into her pocket and produced a small iron key, placing it in the lock and slowly turning it, trying to be as quiet as possible. There was a soft click as it unlocked, and she pushed it open, careful to avoid any noise, then stepped inside, shutting and locking it behind her with the same practiced caution.

It was pitch-black beyond the door but again this posed no issue, the Sword Maiden pressing her staff upon the steps to check her footing as she made her way down into the Cathedral’s depths. Soon her feet found the flat surface of the cellar floor and she pressed on with purpose, weaving her way through all the supplies without any trouble.  In the far corner of the room she came across several empty barrels stood before a wall and easily brushed them aside with her staff, revealing another doorway, a passageway left by the original builders that led through the cellar to the sewers beneath the city.

A strong smell assaulted the Sword Maiden’s keen nose as she stepped into the hidden passageway, the stench of the sewers reaching even all the way up here. There were again more stairs and again she made her way down silently and without issue. She reached the bottom and then waited, the sound of running water now very close. The sewers proper were nearby. The Sword Maiden paused, listening intently, then struck the tip of her sword-staff on the hard stone floor five times and listened again, heart beating hard in her chest as she waited.

For a short while there was nothing but the sound of the water, but eventually her sharp ears picked up the noise she had been listening out for; weird gibbering sounds that gradually grew louder and louder.

“It’s me, I’m here,” Sword Maiden called out into the darkness and the gibbering increased, drawing closer at a much greater speed.  

Soon she could smell them, a sour, salty smell, like sweat and other bodily fluids. Once she heard the tapping of feet on the flagstones, she knew it was time. First she unhooked the clasp holding her golden girdle together and tossed the bejeweled items aside, the clatter lost in the jabbering and scuttling that now surrounded her. The material wrapped around her hips began to unravel as she reached back to untie the ribbons holding her robe together before undoing the broach that held it together at her hip. The rich garment slid off her to settle in a pile at her feet and she tossed away her elegant veil and head-dress, leaving her naked save for the white cloak about her shoulders and her black blindfold.

Now uncovered, her breasts sprung free to sit fat and heavy on her chest, the nipples dark and puffy, already slightly erect in the cool air. Below them she was mountainously pregnant, her belly a great swollen orb that seemed to hang low over her hips. At once there was a chorus of lewd yelling and hollering as the Sword Maiden shrugged off her silk mantle, laying it out on the floor before carefully sitting back on it. Then she spread her legs open, excitement fluttering in her chest and between her thighs. The horde of goblins were upon her immediately, hands beyond her counting grabbing every inch of her supple white flesh, sending shivers of perverse pleasure down her spine.

It had been like this at the start, she recalled. When she had been captured by the goblins as a girl, taken into their caves and held prisoner. At first it had been pure torment, the rapes, the beating, the burns that eventually stole her sight. But at some point it had changed. She had come to first enjoy their depraved attentions, and then, to love them. In that echoing stone labyrinth, she had found true happiness among the goblins. Now she knew that their initial tortures of her had merely been their way of punishing her for not understanding them.

Eventually adventurers had raided the caverns and “rescued” her. It had taken all the Sword Maiden’s willpower not to weep and rage as they took her away, back up into the world above, but she had managed to hide her new understanding of the world, pretend to be just another poor tortured victim of the race everyone thought of as a scourge. She had even returned to her career as an adventurer, fighting demons alongside others. But every night, she had returned to the Goblin tribe that had first claimed her, and allowed herself to be taken, again and again.

Even her fight against the Demon Lord had not been done for humanity, as she had claimed. After all, if the demons overran the world and destroyed it, then her beloved goblins would be exterminated as well. Once she had been made the Archbishop of the Supreme God, the Sword Maiden had happily retired from her adventuring ways. After that it hadn’t taken her long to find a way for the goblins to enter the city’s sewers, and from there, reach the Cathedral where she lived.  From then on, every night she had been able, she used the secret passage in the cellar she had discovered, the sharpening of her other senses having allowed her to feel the air and smell leaking through it’s gaps.

The Sword Maiden moaned as many claws roughly grasped and sunk into the flesh of her huge breasts, kneading and squeezing and pulling on the great swollen mounds.  Several found her now erect nipples and began twisting and pinching them, drawing a throaty moan out of her as dribbles of her breast milk started to drip out. One of the biggest amongst the goblins even pushed his way through the rabble and took one of the swollen nipples into his mouth, his sharp teeth sending shocks through her as he nipped on the fat bud and started sucking on it, milk not intended for him squirting into his hungry mouth.

Rough hands were also upon her prodigiously large belly, her normally perfect white skin marred by many stretch-marks that showed how greatly her womb was strained from carrying so many goblin children at once.  Unlike with her breasts, however, the goblins were much more gentle, mostly just rubbing and licking it, seemingly admiring the gravid orb filled with their soon-to-be-born children. This seemed to rouse the brood within, and the Sword Maiden could soon feel movement and sharp kicking inside her womb, making her smile happily.

The rest of the horde were grabbing any part of her they could; her legs, thighs, arms, even her hair, pulling, squeezing, slapping and clawing. When she had reached adulthood the Sword Maiden had become very beautiful and well-filled out, but her pregnancy (and the many before it) had exaggerated her figure even more. Her breasts, of course, were bloated to the point that each was nearly the size of a goblin child by itself, and her wide hips had expanded further, a cushion of soft fat developing under her smooth skin.

The goblins were drawn most of all to that which lay at the apex of her spread thighs, her exposed pussy, her soft, swollen mound already spread slightly, and slick with her juices, producing an alluring scent that drew the creatures in. Her twat was surrounded by a thick thatch of blond hair too, the holy woman having learned early on for the goblins’ preference for it to be unshaven.

She could already feel her climax building from their wild ministrations, a delicious heat blossoming between her thighs, throbbing through her body. The horde seemed to sense this, and in a moment she felt their decently-sized and hard cocks touching her, rubbing against her smooth skin and bumping into her cheeks. There was much jostling among them until eventually one managed to fight its way between her legs, and without so much as a pause for breath, shoved it's hard cock into her smooth, wet pussy.

Already on the edge, this caused the dam to break, pleasure rushing through her as her desperately aching cunt finally got what it had been waiting for. With a goblin inside her, the Sword Maiden felt truly whole. She arched her back as the orgasm rolled through her body, crying out in rapturous joy- only to be unceremoniously cut off by another unwashed goblin dick shoved into her upside-down open mouth. Her plush lips sealed around the organ invading her mouth, and she sucked on it lovingly, her eyes fluttering beneath her blindfold as she relished the salty, pungent taste of the goblin’s cock.

The two goblins didn’t wait for her to come down from her orgasm and began rapidly fucking her pussy and mouth, causing her to quickly reach greater heights of pleasure.  The other impatient goblins were busy rubbing their penises on her sweaty body, or fucking handfuls of her long blond hair, her hands already reflexively jacking off two of the goblins closest to her.

The lewd slapping of flesh echoed through the sewers as the goblins fucked her, narrow green hips crashing into her thick white ones and another set slapping against her face.  Her constant moans were muffled as she gladly sucked off the goblin in her mouth, masterfully running her tongue over its whole length and thoroughly tasting it, slipping her tongue under its foreskin and cleaning inside it too, another shiver of pleasure running up her spine as she tasted the rancid muck there, swallowing it down with delight.

She felt the cock in her mouth throb, and the goblin humping her face grunted sharply, her only warnings before it squirted thick, salty goblin cum onto her tongue. The Sword Maiden shuddered in pleasure as she swallowed it all down as fast as it could emerge. The goblin withdrew, a long strand of mingled saliva and cum extending between her lips and the tip of its cock. Before she could miss it too much, another was there, squeezing the dark green head of its penis between her lips, and she started again.

It wasn’t long before the goblin cock fucking her pussy came as well, his issue spurting into her clenching insides as the goblin kept fucking her, his strokes squishing audibly. Though she knew he could not impregnate her, the Sword Maiden still adored the feeling of hot goblin cum filling her insides, the heat of her arousal blooming once again only to be denied when the goblin withdrew, leaving her feeling woefully empty.

Before her angst could properly form, however, another was there, heedless of the load already filling her cunt, and thrusting into her. Her cunt, already made hot and ready by his predecessor, sucked him in eagerly, and the Sword Maiden moaned with joy around the cock in her mouth. She could feel a climax to shake her very bones coming, tension building in her lower body, the Goblin’s strokes ramping up the pleasure further and further as she groaned and squealed, the goblin in her mouth cumming from the vibrations. The one between her legs seemed to sense it, speeding up, driving her closer to the edge as she squirmed and writhed in their embrace.

Then she was there. A moment of pure perfection as her body was suffused with incandescent ecstasy. Her toes curling as she arched her back clear off the ground, thrusting her bloated breasts and belly upwards as though offering them to the God she pretended to serve. The cock in her mouth popped free, semen glistening on her lips as she cried out in pure joy. Her cunt clenched fast around the cock inside her, holding him tight against her body as he came, filling her hot, slippery tunnel with his seed. Her juices sprayed forth in a great fountain between her legs, soaking the goblin’s lower body as he pulled away.

The Sword Maiden sagged back onto her makeshift blanket, trembling as the aftershocks of her pleasure rocked her body. Another goblin moved between her thighs, but before he could push himself into her well-fucked cunt, a great spasm went through her, the muscles of the Sword Maiden’s belly clenching hard and drawing a loud groan from her as she seized.

“Oh,” she moaned, when it had passed. “Oh, oh, it’s time, they’re coming-hnng!” Another contraction went through her, her hips humping against empty air as she felt the compulsion to push. The goblins seemed to understand her, grabbing her legs and pulling them further open as the Sword Maiden struggled to prop herself up on her elbows. She grunted as the goblins yanked her thighs apart into a wide split, already feeling something moving down her birth canal as her cunt gaped open, still-hot goblin sperm gushing from her swollen lips.

It took several long minutes of grunting, pushing, and trying to control her breathing until the Sword Maiden felt it beginning to crown. Her belly rippled, thighs quivering in the Goblins’ grip as she strained, the dark green head of her child appearing between her thighs. Her strength wavered, and so a goblin was quick to thrust his cock between her lips, humping rapidly against her face as she sucked urgently on his dick, snorting and blowing breaths out of her nose. He came quickly, and for that she was grateful, sucking down his load as fast as she could.

Her strength replenished, she waited until the next contraction, then pushed with all her strength, screaming out loud as the goblin baby slid out of her and onto the floor. Some of the goblins gathered around her crowded in, chattering eagerly to each other. The Sword Maiden pushed herself up, as though trying to see over the massive mound of her gut, listening intently. For a few nervous heartbeats the Sword Maiden waited, then she heard a hiccup from between her legs, followed by the sounds of the infant bawling.

What could have been a cheer rose from the goblins, and the Sword Maiden sighed in relief. The goblins lifted the infant up, its body slimy with the semen that had caked its mother’s vagina, and carried it over to her bosom, trailing the umbilical cord over the curve of her belly. The baby’s cries broke off as they settled it onto one of her huge breasts, its hands digging into the soft, tender flesh as its mouth found her nipple and began to suck down her milk in great greedy gulps.

The Sword Maiden ran a hand over her slippery child, leaning forwards to kiss the crown of its head, tasting the mixture of her own fluids and those of the other goblins that covered it. Before she could rest too long, though, another contraction hit her, and she slumped back, panting and groaning as she prepared for the birth of her next child.

On and on it went, uninterrupted for nearly an hour. Whenever the holy woman’s strength waned, the goblins were quick to fuck her face and spew more of their cum down her throat until she was recovered enough to carry on. Soon another infant adorned her other breast, and eventually the first had to be removed to allow a second to suckle, and then the second removed, and so on. Her belly gradually deflated, the slimy strands of her babies’ umbilical cords trailing out from her throbbing cunt.

Finally, the last of her children was born, the eighth, and it was with a groan and a sigh that the Sword Maiden tensed one last time, sore muscles contracting, and pushed out the glistening mess of the afterbirth. That would be a special treat for the goblins who had helped her with her labour. She heard some of them going around and severing the umbilical cords from her children with sharp snaps of their teeth, and sank back on the ground exhausted.

Her body was coated with sweat, sperm, and other such fluids that had been smeared onto her by the goblins and her babies. Her breasts were, for now, spent, spreading out like sacks of sand on her chest, sucked dry by her hungry children who now lay nestled around her sleeping. The Sword Maiden knew she would never see them again, though worried little about this fact. There were always more goblins for her to love. She would lay here a while and regain her strength, then rise, redress herself, and return to the halls of the Cathedral, and her false life as a slayer of creatures such as they.

One day, she hoped dreamily. One day she could walk in the daylight revealed, no longer having to hide herself and what she was. She just needed a plan…

Chapter Two

“...and it is in the supreme goddess’ divine light that we shall all find salvation,”  the Sword Maiden said as she finished reciting part of the weekly sermon. Today was the holiest day of the week, and like every week before it the faithful were gathered in the chapel, filling up the pews and many offering prayers as she spoke. The Sword Maiden paused and ran through the rest of the sermon in her mind; it was one she had repeated so many times before, yet it had been a habit of hers since she was first granted her role within the church.  Maintaining the facade of her devotion was vital to her way of life and repeating it to perfection meant none of the people before her had even a hint of an idea that just a few days earlier she’d given birth to yet another litter of goblins.

Part of her wanted to simply throw it all away and descend into the sewers to never emerge again, content to spend the rest of her days intertwined in rapturous bliss with her beloved goblins. Alas, to simply up and disappear would draw far too much attention, and would inevitably draw search parties across every part of the city, including into the sewers where the tribe would soon be discovered, then wiped out. The latter was also the reason she had to maintain the facade, her position allowed her to keep abreast of any information of possible adventurers exploring the vast underbelly of the city and thus ward them off from coming near the Chapel’s underground.

The Sword Maiden unconsciously allowed a sigh to escape her lips as her mind began to wander. Just as she did every night when she wasn’t bound by her duties, she’d visited the tribe and spent the entire night in their embrace until the early hours of the morning. It had given her precious little time to sneak back into the chapel, bathe, and get ready for the weekly morning blessing.

The shamans evidently understood her plight on some level, and had, for some time now, painted special magic runes on her flesh to hide her pregnancies from the sight of those she might meet. It was just as well, her pussy ached from the goblins’ attentions, and her belly was still loose from her recent pregnancy, muffining out uncomfortably as she stood at the podium.

The sigh wasn’t out of annoyance at the tribe, she had loved every moment of it, it was for the people before her she was pretending to serve, when really she just wanted to rest and prepare for the next visit tonight.

“Um, mistress?”  A young girl’s whisper to the side roused her from thoughts. “Is something the matter?”  

The holy woman had not realized she had been lost in her thoughts for so long and could hear a number of the procession no longer praying, most likely curious about her unusually long pause as well.

She hastily banished the previous train of thought from her mind and quickly found the next verse, resuming the sermon as if nothing was awry.  “O Great and beloved goddess, we ask that you bless these days...”

*

Sword Maiden leant back in her large bath, relaxing her tired body in it’s hot and refreshing waters. Her first bath earlier in the day had been to merely clean herself up and wash off the grime and smell from her nightly encounter, having no time to really rest and relax.

The water of this bath, however, she had purified specially with a small ritual, so it would accelerate her body’s natural healing manyfold. The ache between her legs was dulled by the warm water, along with various other sore spots on her body.  She lazily stroked a hand across her flabby stomach, feeling some of the stretch marks there slowly closing up.

 Her soreness would soon fade and her postnatal stomach would mostly return to its pre-pregnancy state, restoring her body until even she could hardly tell it had borne so many goblins into the world. It would still take some time until she could be with child again, however, which gave her pause for thought.

Thanks to her efforts, the tribe’s numbers had doubled, or possibly even tripled, and as a result her nights with them were getting ever longer and more intense as more and more goblins were able to join in.  This was beginning to present its own problem though; despite her best efforts, the horde’s increasing numbers were becoming more than one woman could handle, even her.

On this thought, the Sword Maiden suddenly had a revelation. The Chapel had many young women in its service, girls on the cusp of womanhood and in the full flower of their fertility. From what she’d heard, some of them were evidently quite beautiful. She knew how much the goblins liked beautiful women, it would be a simple matter to lure one of them into the sewers into the hands of the tribe. They’d scream and resist and hate it at first of course, as she once had, but in time they’d be made to understand too.

But who to choose? There were many women and she only needed one, for now.  It couldn’t just be any old chapel attendant; she wanted the best, the goblins deserved the best. It was fortunate that the cathedral had a thriving gossip scene, she reflected, otherwise trying to pick someone would have been difficult to say the least with her near-blindness. Plus it wouldn’t be too out-of-place for her someone of her status to make inquiries to that end.

In her mind she started narrowing down a group of suitable candidates at the chapel she was familiar with.  It of course couldn’t be anyone too old or young to bear children, that was the most important part!  It couldn’t be a dainty or fragile young thing either, they wouldn’t last long at all.  She considered one of her older and senior sisters of the holy order, with their large bosoms and curvy bodies not dissimilar to hers, but then decided against it. The sudden disappearance of a high-ranking member of the chapel could arouse unwanted suspicion, the older women possessed wisdom their much more naive younger counterparts did not, and more than anything else she needed someone strong enough to endure the goblins tough “love”.

Yes, it would need to be a young, pretty warrior of the order.  This significantly narrowed down her choices to a select four or five girls at the chapel.  The Sword Maiden smiled to herself and returned to relaxing in the bath.  Tomorrow she would find the perfect girl for her beloved tribe and deliver on to them when night fell.

*

Two people carefully made their way down the long flight of steps that lead from the Cathedral’s cellar. One almost slipped, having to brace herself against the wall before she could recover her footing and proceed.

“My lady, are you sure this is safe?” asked the young girl who had almost fallen, struggling to pick out the stairs in the dim light cast by the lantern she was holding.

“Fear not, we’re almost at the bottom,” the Sword Maiden said reassuringly, turning back to the girl before continuing her descent.

The Young Cleric frowned, but kept going without complaint. She was a recent initiate of the order’s warrior branch, having been transferred from a small local chapel in the country after catching the eye of a visiting priest. Not long after her arrival, her superiors had been very impressed, citing with both her skill and dedication to her training. Indeed, the young cleric possessed an athletic and toned body owing to her country background and daily training regime she rigidly followed, her lightly browned skin visual proof of weeks in the chapel’s training yard. She even had her black hair cut short as per her role as a warrior cleric.

Her physique, looks and budding body had drawn a great deal of unwanted attention from her peers, however, with many of the menfolk openly lusting for her, whilst the other women of the chapel whispered jealousy about her. This had all combined to make the Young Cleric feel very isolated, and long for the quiet, simple life she had enjoyed in the country. As such, when the Sword Maiden had come to her chambers in the middle of the night, asking for her help with a delicate matter, she had complied eagerly, keen to make a good impression on someone in this place.

Now, however, her doubts were beginning to mount.

“What did you need me down here for, anyway?” the Young Cleric inquired in a somewhat nervous voice, wondering what could possibly be down this dank and cold passageway.

“You’ll see soon enough, I promise,”  The Sword Maiden reassured her again.  

Soon enough the two reached the bottom of the stairs and the Sword Maiden continued on deeper into the darkness, the Young Cleric having to follow very close behind to not lose sight of her.  The tip of the Maiden’s sword-staff touched upon an archway off to the side of the main pathway and she turned down it.

The Young Cleric followed her through the archway, there followed a tight corridor that at the end opened out into a much wider space. Halfway there, she paused, peering into the darkness with growing concern. Was it her imagination, or could she hear chattering, and the sounds of footsteps in the dark? Pushing down her fear, she quickly dashed after the Sword Maiden, into the main chamber.

She was almost back beside her mistress, the light of the lantern gleaming on the older woman’s gold girdle, when the Sword Maiden abruptly stepped into the darkness. For a split-second, the Young Cleric looked around in confusion, then savage roars burst from a hundred throats and a horde of goblins charged from the dark towards her.

“Huh?!  What the--”  Before she could so much as assume a battle stance, the heavy whack of a club against the back of her head sent her sprawling to the ground. Unfortunately for her, that was far from the end of it. Her lantern fell to the floor, its flickering light illuminating the baying crowd of goblins that surrounded her. Another club struck her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her, then another to the side of her face, then a punch to her right breast caused her to let out a strangled cry.  This brutal downbeat continued unabated for a short while as the goblins made to completely subdue the Young Cleric, clubbing, punching and kicking her long after she stopped struggling.

At one point the young girl tried to desperately call out.  “My lady, p-please...help me!”

The sound of a staff hitting against the stone floor reverberated through the chamber and suddenly the goblins attack came to a stop.  The Young Cleric’s heart swelled with hope that the legendary swordswoman was about to smite the monsters, then she opened her eyes and suddenly felt as if a dagger had been plunged into it. The Sword Maiden stood on the edge of the pool of light cast by the fallen lantern. Next to her was the towering muscled shape of a hobgoblin. That wasn’t the thing that shocked the girl though; what did was that the Sword Maiden had pulled the creature’s loincloth aside and was stroking the creature’s huge hanging cock. Her head was tilted upwards and she stood on tiptoe as she shared a deep tongue-kiss with the monster, showing every sign of enjoyment.

“W-what are you doing?!”  The Young Cleric cried out in disgusted horror towards her “holy woman”.

The Sword Maiden broke the kiss and turned her head towards the girl, smiling as she continued to jerk off the Hobgoblin’s gradually hardening cock.  “Why, I’m--We’re saving you, of course. Soon you’ll come to understand things as I have. Don’t resist, it’ll make it easier.”

This revelation hit the Young Cleric as hard as the club to the stomach; she’d been betrayed, and by the Sword Maiden of all people.

Without another word, Sword Maiden tapped her staff on the floor again and Young Cleric let out a desperate scream of horror as the goblins started to tear apart her clothing, trying to struggle free only to receive another hard club strike to the stomach, leaving her helpless as she was stripped.  As she struggled to get her breath back, a wave of revulsion washed over her when the horde of goblins began grabbing any part of her body they could.  Her sizable budding breasts were squeezed, pulled and squished without an ounce of care, fingers felt up and invaded her untouched pussy and vile tongues licked up and down her body from her face to her legs, paying particular attention to her toned stomach.

The Sword Maiden listened intently to the spectacle, her imagination filling in all the gaps that her sight no longer could.  Her own depraved lifestyle and false faith were bad enough, but to willingly condemn another to such a fate, especially one so young… there was no turning back from this. Yet she felt no regret or shame as she heard the goblins strip and set upon the Young Cleric, in fact she felt joy swelling in her heart, and arousal throbbing between her thighs.  

Soon she couldn’t stand just watching any longer, casting aside her staff to clatter on the floor, she yanked open her robes and shoved a hand between her legs. Her loins were already damp with her arousal, and as the Sword Maiden started masturbating in earnest it only increased, slicking her hand to the wrist as she rubbed her pussy-lips hard and lightly tugged on her clit.  The Hobgoblin seemed to notice, as his large arms folded around her so he could grab hold of her huge breasts, making her yelp in surprise as her roughly squeezed them, then moan lewdly as he massaged them.

The Young Cleric punched and kicked weakly at the goblins until they took hold of her limbs and held them down, spreading her legs wide and exposing her virgin pussy completely.  One of them lined up his hips against her lightly browned thighs and started pressing his cock against her entrance, struggling to slowly push himself inside her as the terrified girl was completely dry.  Her sobs in turn gradually built up into screams again as she was painfully pried open until the goblin’s buried cockhead pressed up against her hymen.  Adjusting his footing, the goblin leveraged his hips and used all its strength to thrust through her virginal barrier, the Young Cleric screaming at the top of her lungs as her virginity was cruelly taken.  The evil goblins merely revelled and delighted in her suffering, laughing and hollering as the goblin inside her started to thrust into her using her virgin blood as lubricant, giving her no time to get used to the painful insertion.

In contrast to the girl, the goblin was relishing the intense tightness crushing around his penis as he wildly thrust into her and stretched out her walls every which way, his balls loudly slapping against her taut ass.  In these conditions it didn’t take long for the goblin to reach his peak and with a slurred groan, tongue hanging out of his mouth, he thrust himself as deep as he could and seized her toned thighs tight, his hot goblin cum splattering the inside of her pussy.  

In a partial daze from the pain, the Young Cleric only realized the goblin was unloading inside her when she felt a sudden pulsating and then a burst of heat deep inside her and she snapped back to consciousness to look down in a panic, her worst fears confirmed as she saw the crude look of ecstasy on the goblin’s face and his hips pressed firmly against hers.

“No…”  She whimpered through flowing tears.  “NO!”  She renewed her struggling, desperate to escape the situation, but it was to no avail as the pack of goblins firmly held her limbs fast to the hard stone floor, only earning herself a strike to the face for her continued resistance.

Soon enough the goblin had finished his orgasm inside her, but was not given a chance to bask in the afterglow as the other goblins angrily yelled and pushed at him, most likely telling him to get out of the way for their turn. Screeching back at them, he pulled himself out of her newly deflowered pussy and quickly got out of the way to avoid anymore strikes against his person.  As before there was a struggle to be the one to go next, but it only lasted a few moments and soon the next goblin lined up his cock and slammed himself inside her in one push, easily sliding in thanks to the mix of blood and cum now lining her insides.

The Young Cleric screwed her eyes shut and grit her teeth as the next goblin raped her.  There was nothing else she could do; she was completely restrained, had no weapon and without her holy book wouldn’t be about to incant anything stronger than a flare or spark that would likely harm one goblin and no more.  They were so deep underground, no one would hear her screams either. She grit her teeth as the goblin fucking her painfully struck against her abused insides, realising how helpless her situation was, and that her only chance was to wait it out and hope they would tire and forget about her. Unbeknownst to her, the size of this horde was bigger than she imagined and it would be a very long time until that happened.

Off to the side, the Sword Maiden was kneeling in front of the hobgoblin and jerking off his big cock. Judging by the breathy pants coming from above her, her giant lover was enjoying her ministrations a great deal, but she knew she could do more. Leaning forward, she completely enveloped one of his hairy balls in her mouth, lovingly suckling as she tasted the salty, greasy flavour of the goblin’s ball-sweat, the foul taste sending a shiver of perverse delight down her spine. The Sword Maiden let the egg-sized treat fall from her mouth and leaned backwards, pulling his now rock-hard cock level with her face.

Then she moved in, planting a kiss from her soft lips against its hot, fat head, before sucking it into her mouth properly. The goblin groaned with pleasure as her hot, wet mouth closed around him. She swirled her tongue around the head, a muffled moan of her own emerging as she tasted it, running her tongue along the underside of the penis.Grabbing her huge milk-swollen breasts, the Sword Maiden wrapped them around his cock, almost completely smothering the fat thing in her pale, sweaty cleavage. She started to stroke her tits up and down his shaft, as though she were jerking him off with them. At the same time she pressed her head forward, sucking in and swallowing more of his penis until a good half of it was in her mouth, loud slurping and smacking noises audible as she bobbed her head back and forth whilst simultaneously titfucking him.

The hobgoblin was no match for this heavenly assault and soon enough she felt his balls tighten and pulsate against her breasts and pressed her head forwards in response, burying his cock as far into the back of her mouth as she could, just as the first big hot load blasted out of his dick. It tasted rancid, like something that had been left to die then pickled in brine, and she loved it. She swallowed the thick, salty slime down down immediately, lewd gulping sounds coming from her cock-stuffed throat as she sucked down each blast of hob-spunk like it were the most delicious treat.

Her stomach was packed and churning with his cum by the time he finally reached the tail-end of his orgasm, at which point she pulled back a bit and allowed the last few weak spurts of it to build up in her mouth.  Finished, he pulled himself out of her mouth, his shaft glistening with his cum and her spit, making sure to rub the dirty thing over her face before getting a look at her.  The Sword Maiden held her mouth open and tilted her head back, allowing the hobgoblin to see her holding his cum in her mouth. She started lewdly swilling the off-white, ropy slime around her mouth with her tongue, showing him how much she savoured it; she knew how much the goblins loved it, it was a sign of both submission and appreciation to them. Then she shut her mouth and swallowed down the last of the hot salty load with a loud gulp!, opening her mouth again afterwards to prove to him she had done the deed.  

By then she could already feel his huge semi-flaccid cock resting against her breasts starting to harden again. She licked her lips and got to her feet; it was time for the main event, she thought excitedly.

A third goblin cooed as he dumped his cum in the Young Cleric’s pussy, before suddenly almost being pushed out of her mid-orgasm by his increasingly impatient kin.  Said goblin took a random swing at the closest near to him and connected, leading the two to roll off as they engaged each-other in a violent struggle.  A fourth goblin pushed aside another who’d been lining himself up with the Young Cleric’s cunt, only to then be himself interrupted when a few goblins finally became too frustrated with waiting and had an idea, shouting in crude tongue to the goblins holding her to turn her on her side.  They pushed the cleric up by her back and on to her left side, being careful to keep her restrained and pushing her head to the ground for good measure.  This left her tight butt fully exposed and the girl gasped when she felt their claws digging into her firm cheeks, the goblins getting a good feel for it until one of them finally grasped hold of both her cheeks and spread them wide, her asshole exposed for all to see.  The goblin then spat in his hand and rubbed it over his hard green cock, personally preferring to lube it up before he pressed against her very tight virgin asshole, the girl only able to offer weak struggling as her other hole was also painfully wrenched open.  It took quite the exertion from the goblin, but eventually something gave way and the head of his penis slipped inside, another groan of anguish coming from the unfortunate girl as her asshole started to be plundered too and the goblin forced more and more of his cock into it until he hilted inside her, his chest pressed against her ass cheek.

The fourth goblin muttered grumpily at having been delayed and moved himself into position on the other side, pressing his cock against her swollen, cum-stained lips and roughly forcing himself inside, taking out his anger on the girl as he started to hammer himself against her pelvis.  Fresh tears leaked from the Young Cleric’s eyes as both her holes were brutally stuffed full of goblin cock, a strong sore ache emanating from her nether region.  To make matters worse, her buttocks being exposed lead the other goblins to start spanking it, another sting of pain and humiliation to mix with her violation.  

The goblin in her pussy caught sight of her erect clit and pulled on it hard, which caused the girl to yelp and suddenly clench her insides tightly.  The sudden tightness clamping down on his cock caught the goblin off guard and he came then and there, shooting yet another load inside her.  This also resulted in her clenching her asshole tighter, which coupled with her already rigid grip on his dick essentially milked him, the goblin let out a loud growling and proceeded to fill her guts up with hot goblin cum as well.

Things became a bit more settled now two holes were available and the next set of goblins managed to cram their cocks into her pussy and asshole without much need for violence.  That didn’t mean they were any less violent with the Young Cleric however, both roughly pounding her from both sides, the goblin in her cunt even pressed his hips against her and gyrated them to mess up her insides even more.  Sure enough, these two goblins also dumped their cum inside her and yet another two immediately slammed their cocks into her, continuing the unending rape.

Having stripped off her elaborate clothing and laid it on the floor as a makeshift blanket, the Sword Maiden lay on her back, her legs spread open invitingly to the Hobgoblin stood over her.  When she could feel such a huge specimen in front of her, there was only one position she wanted to be fucked in.  She heard the Hob’s heavy breathing and as she felt him move over her, she reached down and spread her pussy open with her fingers.  

“Hurry~” she begged him, and that was that. The hobgoblin roared and seized hold of her thighs, lifting up her lower half and lining up his huge cock against her cunt, before driving the entirety of his fat shaft into her eagerly accepting pussy. The force of his bodyweight dropping on top of her pinned her against the hard-stone floor, her legs sticking up in the air on either side of his body.

The Sword Maiden screamed in agonized pleasure as the massive organ nearly split her open, stretching her vagina nearly as wide as her children had when she gave birth. Her toes curled, legs shaking from the sensory overload of being so completely and brutally fucked. The Hobgoblin growled low in his chest at the feeling of the Sword Maiden’s well-trained cunt squeezing and contracting on his dick, tilting his head down to drag his wide, flat tongue across one of her rock-hard nipples.

  He didn’t wait around for her to finish either, positioning himself to repeatedly and strongly mash her cunt into oblivion, which caused the already orgasming Sword Maiden to spasm and spray her juices as her body was wracked with repeated orgasms.