Chained up and seeded by a Goblin. [M/F] [NC] [Fantasy] [Breeding] [Impreg]

Opening your eyes you found yourself restrained, with your arms chained above your head to a large boulder. You were covered in small cuts and bruises as if you’d been dragged naked through the forest, which considering your current predicament, is probably exactly what happened. Your joints were stiff and you were sore all over but the cold iron shackles were not to be negotiated with.

The last thing you remember was riding through the forest alone on your horse, a sharp pain in the back of your head, then nothing. It was still light out so it couldn’t have been too long since your usual morning ride. Warm sunlight beamed down on your exposed skin through clouds and the towering pine trees. It was such a nice day out you’d decided to take a longer path through the woods, and explore the lands around your father’s castle. After all, you’d inherit the kingdom soon and you wanted to be aware of what lay in your domain. If you made it out of here alive that is.

The smell of fresh caught carp roasting over an open fire made your stomach rumble, alerting the short green figure tending to the fire. The dancing flames reflected off the knife on his belt with a menacing glint. He stood up from his log and sauntered over to your naked form, sizing you up with hungry eyes.

“Well if it ain’t our sleepy little prisoner, finally awake.”

“Release me at once, vagrant! I am the High Elven Princess Alvinea! You cannot treat me in such a vile fashion!”

“Oh but my dear girl. I can’t release you yet. There’s so much I wish to do with you.”

Your tongue suddenly felt dry and your heart pounding, afraid to hear the answer. “W-what do you intend to do with me?”

“Isn’t obvious my dear? I’m going to fill your with my seed and send you back to your father, carrying my spawn.”

“Ugh! You awful creature! Vile filth beast! They will catch you and they will execute you! They will mount your ugly green head on a spike for all to see!”

“IF they catch me.”

Straining against your restraints, your chest tightned with fear. There really was no out of this. You pleaded with the chains again, begging them to free you, but the remained cold and silent as ever. Hungry, tired and broken, you hung your head in hopeless shame.

After some time you looked up at the goblin, who was now eating the roasted fish that had been cooking over the fire. Your stomach rumbled louder this time. The goblin looked back at you, licking his fingers and grinning.

“I will kill the child then. I won’t let your filth grow inside me.” You scowled at him, hoping to exert any amount of control over the situation.

“We shall see.” He spat out his last fishbone and smiled. “Now. I want to find out if knife-ear cunt is really as sweet as they say.”

The goblin knelt down in front of you, forcefully prying apart your bruised legs. Your heart hammered in your chest, fluttering like a trapped bird in someone’s hand. He held down your hips to keep you from struggling too much with one hand, feeling up your body with the other. His roaming hand cupped your breast, rolling your nipple with a delicate motion between his thumb and forefinger.

“I wonder, your highness, has any other hand but yours caressed this marvelous breast? Or will these filthy goblin hands be the first?” A wicked grin flashed across his mossy green face. His hand, having had its fill of your abused breasts, ventured southward. It slithered down past your stomach, making sure to first linger at the cinch of your waist, coming to a final halt on your innermost thigh. With his thumb tracing circles inches away from your slit, he stared into your eyes and said:

“Will this goblin cock be the first to venture into an unknown land?”

The indescribable shame of being groped by this uncouth goblin while naked and dirty somewhere in the forrest shattered the last of your pride. You could no longer keep the regal but perhaps indignant demeanor befitting of a high elven princess. You struggled furiously and begged for freedom through your sobs.

“Please, p-please don’t do this, my father will give you whatever you want, please let me go, I‘m begging you, anything you wish!“

The goblin lifted your tear stained face up to look at him. “My dear girl. There is NOTHING in the world that I would trade this for. The chance to enjoy your youthful elven body, AND to make the royal family suffer the humiliation of their precious little princess being impregnated by a lowly goblin?” He rolled his head back in ecstasy as his hands continued to roam. There is truly nothing sweeter.”

What could possibly say in response? You prayed that in his excitement he would finish quickly and your would have a reprieve from your torment.

“Don’t worry though dear. I may be a goblin, but I won’t be treating you like our usual goblin breed slaves, hammering away with reckless abandon.” As he spoke, his hand found a firm grasp your hips while his other hand swiveled into position over your entrance. “I’m going to draw every last shuddering gasp, moan and breath from your heaving body.”

As much as you tried to suppress it, your body was responding to his touch. Your cheeks were flush with heat from both arousal and shame. Deft fingers forced quite whimpers from your throat as they traced your now slick hole.

“You will pay… You will pay for-mmmh” You tried to speak out against this crude disregard of your stature, your autonomy, your royal sanctity, but before you could finish the thought a long goblin tongue snaked it’s way down your throat. You tried to force it out but it in your weakened state, it was a fruitless effort. The goblin meanwhile, made good use of your distraction. Grabbing your hips with both hands, he thrust himself inside you, the entry made easier by your own traitorous body.

“Mmmh!” Using your arm strength, you tried to pull yourself up and out of goblin’s grasp, but any with any progress you made he forcefully pulled you back down, each time with a pleased grunt. After several breathless attempts, you just gave in and let him use your body like a limp ragdoll.

“Seeing your will to fight crumbling as I violate you, hearing your pleading, the little moans you are trying to stifle. All of it makes this so much better than I imagined. C’mon Princess. Beg some more.”

Even with your mouth now free again, begging for your freedom was hardly a priority. Trying to exert yourself while your air supply was cut short left you unable to do anything but gasp for air. Right then you felt thin fingers wrap around your neck, leaving just enough breath that you wouldn’t pass out. The stimulation of the moment finally pushed you over the edge and you felt your body pulsing and rushing with hot blood. With a final thrust, the goblin finished inside you, pulling out only when your body’s orgasm drained him of every last drop of thick hot seamen.

“That may be…” The goblin said through heaving pants, “That may be the best lay I’ve ever had. You’ve done well my girl. Best part is, I don’t even need to finish you off.” He grinned, fondling your breasts some more. You could feel warm spunk leaking out of you, but there’d be no way to get all of it out in time. Especially not with you still chained to this rock.

“You can’t keep me with you for long. They’re probably already looking for me.”

“That’s the best part, sweetheart. I don’t need to. You see, while you were asleep, I prayed to the goblin goddess of fertility.” The horror on your face must have been evident as you realized what he meant. The goblin patted your stomach with a devilish smirk. “We both finished, so she has given us her blessing. And now that we’ve received it, no poison, no harmful teas, no elven magic can interfere.”

He stood up, dusting himself off and putting his loincloth back on. “So, you see sweetheart, I’ll have some more quick fun with you while there’s still time, then I’ll be on my way.” He was twirling his dagger in his hands now, tossing it back and forth with considerable skill. “Usually I like to leave my victims with a little scar to remember me by. Right here, on the hip. But… it would be a sin to mar such flawless skin, so I think I’ll let it slide this time.” He leaned towards you, lifting your chin with the tip of his blade. “Consider it a gift, from me to you, for giving me such a marvelous time.”

“Oh and. If you’re ever in the mood to get used like a goblin whore again… Well, don’t look for me. I’ll find you.”

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