(Sequel to another story I decided to write earlier. check my profile.)
The goblins of Redwood laughed and chattered in their indistinguishable tongue as they worked. Hand over lingering hand to deliver the former prince to his new home. Luxurious furs and blankets lined the floor, scattered with pillows. Dozens of goblins looked hungrily over the sleeping beauty in their hands, still stained with the mud and cum from before. His cock flaccid and his rear entrance still spasming from the orc chief’s intrusion. With a clap of the hands, Zaal had Nikolo stripped. Goblin males and females went to work cleaning him up and binding his hands. They painted his face with makeup and his lips shone a ruby red. His chest was bound in such a way as to make the remaining muscles of the soft and lazy prince point out like small perky breasts. His wounds were tended with healing salves, especially his throbbing star.
The prisoner would awaken to feeling a long warm and wet tongue coil around his stiffening member that stood at least ten inches before full erection. Tiny bumps sent a pleasing textural experience from the base to the tip. In his disorientation, he could have sworn it was one of his slave girls from home, servicing her lord as he had trained her. But as the world sharpened, he realized how wrong he was. The eyes were so large in proportion to her head of raven hair. They stood out as amber in the candlelight of the room, filled with torturous mirth at his squirming. Her grey bumpy skin dimly reflected the flickering beams and was cold to the touch. Her proportionally large breasts squished around his throbbing cock, sliding up and down languidly. Seeing he was awake she smiled excitedly and trapped his uncircumcised head between those wide thin lips of hers. The sudden vacuum only made the man gasp aloud in shocking pleasure, his first curse echoing down the chamber halls. Before he could question any of this, numerous footsteps filled the air as they padded towards his chamber.
The female goblin turned to meet the quizzical eyes of her kin, a dozen or so males and females. All smirking and chittering with excitement. They all seemed of breeding age. The way the light caught their eyes made them seem as demons before crossing the shadowy threshold and Nikolo was left exposed before their naked bodies. Members as long as his arm and females with slits sparkling with arousal. Small tits even for their kind, and some so robust it seemed a miracle they could move through the tight tunnels they called home. Balls hanging low with heavy need and rears both skinny and plump. Instinctively he tried to stand, but only made it to his knees before the lines that bound his wrists stopped him. Long enough to allow a bit of motion, but short enough to trap him. He growled wildly, spitting and drooling as he thrashed. “Blasted devils! Stay back or I’ll crush your skulls beneath my feet!” He roared furiously. At this, the horde sprang forth, leaping upon him. While he tried to throw them off, his limited movement and their number proved too great. “Quiet, stock!” An old looking goblin said, licking his face as he spoke, resting a musky sweaty cock over the man’s lips and face. This position brought Nikolo back to the laughter of Gruz and Golar. He froze in silence.
Nikolo’s senses were once again assailed by pungent reek and the salty taste of pre. Two hands squeezing his tender and heavy balls to halt him completely. The older Goblin smiled, “Good stock.” The cave was filled with shrieks of laughter and lascivious whispers that filled Nikolo’s head with every dirty and delicious thought imaginable. Then a horn was blown. It was Zaal, the guide for the orcs that first defiled the prince, beaming with pride, “Glad you’ve awakened human. I was afraid you were ruined.” He spoke bitingly, inspecting the new bitch. A hand running over the man’s thigh to his balls, lifting the spheres to reveal that perfectly shaved entrance the goblin scout promised. He smiled, “But your cunt has tightened right back up!” He let the balls drop and revealed a larger goblin. The creature stood about five feet tall, a lecherous looking thing missing one eye and draped in crude finery to denote his status, as chief or rather king. “Your majesty,” Zaal said piously, “Your wife.” The word rang in Nikolo’s ears as he looked at the pig-faced creature, now smiling hungrily. “Thank you, Zaal, this was well worth the wait!” The lord of letches spoke in a stately manner, dropping his robes to reveal a thick and veiny member to rival Grolar’s. Nikolo’s eyes fixated on the dreadful thing, yet his mouth watered ever so slightly. His face went red as his cock leaked against his belly. The chief clapped and two goblins dove face first into the man’s hole. Both creatures fought to invade the deepest. Making the prince moan haughtily as their tongues swirled inside of him. Two female goblins leapt at the hard and perky nipples still bound like a butcher’s ham. Drawing the sensitive nodes between their lips to suckle like piglets, even biting down just to hear more of the prince’s whimpers. His hands being wrapped around waiting members, stroking them unconsciously.
The chief watched in delight as a gobliness prepared her lord. Soaking it in her slimy spit, rubbing her sopping slit teasingly on the hard member being worked on by two more females and an excited male. Nikolo felt a flurry of sensations, every urge to fight being sporadic as the desire to give in fought a winning war for his mind. As this war went on, Zaal appeared beside him, the second most eloquent goblin in the room grabbed the man’s hair and turned his head to face his cock, “Remember this?” Nikolo couldn’t even form a response before his lips took in the member that helped claim him before. The first goblin cock he ever tasted, and without the contention of orcish dick, he found the flavor much more palatable. Still so salty, yet softer and lingering as it slid further down his throat. The prince couldn’t believe he was doing this, but of course he didn’t want to. He had no choice, Zaal may have been standing still, but no doubt Nikolo would have been punished for not taking in as much of that long shaft as possible. That’s all it was…
Zaal was impressed the bitch had throated the entire thing on his own. He rewarded the cattle by mounting his face fully and thrusting savagely to hear those beautiful gags. Making the man vibrate around the goblin meat that shamed him. Slobbering, leaving behind streaks of rouge like the measurements of an alchemist’s glass. Smearing makeup clouding the man’s vision as cocks and slits rubbed over his face as if to mark their territory. Some of the more inexperienced breeders shooting jets of hot cum all over the degraded royal quickly. At this, the goblin chief huffed, “How dare you? treat my bride so lazily.” He pushed the gobliness away and stomped towards his prize. The two goblins using their tongues to duel over that tight man pussy pulled away, leaving his hole open, empty and desperate.
The chief lifted the man’s rear higher, demanding Zaal to move. Zaal heeded the command and removed himself, much to the chagrin of Nikolo. But as the heir to house Bartolome looked up, a new subject became his focus. His breath caught in his gummy throat, and he shook his head, pleading, “N-no…” weakly while his cheeks were spread. The king locked eyes with Nikolo and without a word delivered nine inches of incredibly thick Goblin cock in one swift thrust, gravity helping to push him as deep as possible, so his balls rested on Nikolo’s round ass cheeks. The prince threw his head back with a scream of unadulterated pleasure and pain. He could barely take it, but the chief began rearing back and quickly slammed back inside. A third strike was all the prince needed to cum. The angle of his desperate cock such that the first two ropes coated his own face before a hungry gobliness caught the rest in her mouth. The chief laughed mockingly, “My queen needs more training!” He started truly pounding the fuck pig. After Nikolo finished, his even more sensitive cock was grabbed roughly, the gobliness slurping and stroking him for all he was worth. With a pop, she released the swollen head, spitting into the prince’s mouth before walking aside to give him a clear view. They made him watch as the king turned his asshole back into a sloppy wet cunt. He was even forced ahead in an uncomfortable bend just to see how his greedy breeding hole suckled and clung to the king’s member. Bumpy ridges of flesh grinding pleasingly against his inner most walls while all he could do was moan like a woman and watch.
The king ramped up the pace, “So tight, so hungry! Must feed!” His royal air falling as he kept pumping to the cheers of his audience. Several males lining up around Nikolo, stroking their smelly, weighty cocks. The sight of their pre excited him and the scent made him hungry indeed. He grabbed two of the rods and began vigorously stroking them, sticking his tongue out from his panting mouth and creating a target. At this sight, the goblin king came hard and he came plenty, filling Nikolo with warmth he didn’t realize he needed. The others painted his face, with Zaal stepping forward to return his cock to its well-earned position. Forced deep into the man’s stomach along with their king’s load, delivering another batch of Goblin seed.
The chief wasn’t done however, he kept going. No respite, no sensitivity or fatigue. Goblins bread often and bread quickly. Instead, Nikolo was cut free, not that it mattered as his hands were preoccupied and Zaal was still fucking his slutty warrior’s throat. The king positioned himself under Nikolo, and with encouraging slaps from a female, Nikolo’s plump rear lifted and came back down with a mighty wet slap that made the entire mass shake. This new position gave the prince more control but sent crushing waves of pleasure through both monarchs. He couldn’t help but lift his hips and slam them back down again. Bouncing happily and with great need on the beast wrecking his insides. Cum oozing around the shaft like lube. His ass milking every drop. Nikolo was thoughtless. While the warrior within was screaming, the broken slut simply giggled and made love to all those amazing dicks. Grinding his fat hips against the lord of fiends.
A new gobliness entered; her hips wider than any of the others. With a cackling laugh she positioned herself and when the prince readied to take another hit from the addictive royal goblin rod, she pushed herself to take all of Nikolo’s own sizable member. She came almost immediately from the sheer depth and girth, making the prince nearly bite down on Zaal’s cock. She was tighter than any Human Nikolo had ever felt. Even the priestesses of the convent weren’t this incredible. Her pussy gushed on his phallus as she pulled up, but his hands forcefully grabbed her hips and shoved her back down. Now he was sawing back and forth. Backwards, he was filled by the king’s expanding cock, and forwards he was met with a sheath that felt both endless and softer than any velvet. All while Zaal clung to his neck and shoulders for his second orgasm. The female came again shortly after, her mouth filled with to stifle her wails of ecstasy. The Goblin chief, slammed upwards repeatedly until he too came again. Making Nikolo whimper in rapture as he ground out every last drop. Nikolo’s load swelled the belly of the Gobliness.
The lord and Zaal dumped load after load of thick hot goblin seed into their new sleeve. Nikolo found himself on all fours, humping another female and filling her up as mindlessly as a stud enraptured by the mare’s heat. Smiling dumbly around a pair of goblin spears forcing their way past his lips. He looked up lovingly into the cruel eyes of their owners. Zaal and the king both used Nikolo’s ass pussy to its fullest extent, even inviting a third hung goblin to help stretch that ruined ass further. Their healers would see to any…elasticity issues. At one point, Nikolo, fat with goblin cum, grabbed a male goblin by the ankles and lifting him as Grolar did the prince. Burying his tongue inside the goblins hole shamelessly. His nipples raw from being pulled and sucked and bloody from biting. His ass was once again red from the constant abuse. His balls sore and nearly empty with his cock left swollen from strain. Yet he continued.
This became Nikolo’s life. For the females, he’d bury his nose in gobliness folds before breeding their wombs. For the males, he devoured their cocks and rimmed their musky holes while being eternally stretched and bred himself. Often left to bathe insatiably in the pools of sperm left behind. He was nothing but livestock, kept fuck drunk and filthy for their pleasure. Until one day, he experienced a moment of violent clarity. As he was brought to the king for his daily feeding. As his lips prepared once again to polish the royal scepter, he caught a glimpse of himself. Softer, his ass well trained and fatter than ever, his hair long and braided like a woman’s. Holding onto a goblins cock and ready to worship it…pleading to savor it and be made into a whore once again. His own words echoed distantly in his head, that of a giggling slut, “Make me a mother, master!”
He blacked out. He didn’t know how long he was down in the depths of redwood cave. How long had he been away from the sun? He stood naked in the open air once more. Covered in blood and wielding an ornate sword. One so much like his father’s. Finding a pair of cloth pants that he knew would barely fit, he carried them with him as he left the caves entrance. Walking with no clear direction aside from the sound of a stream. His expression blank and his eyes tired. Finding crystal-clear waters, he delved in. Washing away the mess. For once, all, especially his mind, was quiet. Only the sounds of peaceful birds filled the air. Then he heard the noosing of an arrow.
“Turn around.” A woman’s voice spoke.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yxmpxk/the_second_trial_of_our_prince_or_pleasing_the