From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 69: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin! (2)

Chapter 69: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin! (2)

Alice turned her head slowly, like she was in one of those horror flicks where the heroine realizes the demon’s right behind her.

Dread? No. What hit her was lust-fueled panic.

And then she froze.

Rae wasn’t Rae anymore.

He was sprawled on a chair like a goddamn sex villain, arms slung over the sides, legs spread open like he owned the damn tent, eyes glowing with devilish hunger.

But it wasn’t his eyes that caught her attention first.

It was the thing.

It wasn’t even hard yet, just semi.

But it had already escaped the prison of his white underwear like a rogue convict.

Curved to the side, thick, vein-lined, and twitching like it had a heartbeat of its own.

Pulsing. Slowly. Like it was warming up for war.

Her eyes widened.

She gulped, hard. Her throat betrayed her.

She immediately looked away, but only to crash headfirst into his gaze.

Those eyes... tracing every inch of her body like he was peeling her mentally.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips... like he was about to feast.

"W-Who... who are you?"

That question had lingered in her heart for weeks.

Who is this new Rae?

The one who makes her tremble without even touching.

The one who can make her cum without even knowing it.

And now he was right there, like a beast off his leash.

Rae tilted his head back, exhaled like a pervert boss about to deliver a filthy monologue, and said in a low, dirty growl:

"It doesn’t fuckin’ matter who I am. What matters—"

He spread his legs wider.

"—is that you’ve been walking around with that sweet, soaked cunt all day, and I’m done pretending I haven’t noticed."

Alice’s knees nearly buckled.

He continued, slow and deliberate:

"I’m gonna fuck you so hard your legs forget how to walk."

"I’ll make your pussy cry and sing at the same time, sweetheart."

He leaned forward, his cock twitching, still half-hard but already dangerous.

"You’ve been teasing me. Bending over in front of me. Letting your tits bounce in my face like I wouldn’t snap. Well guess what, Alice? I’ve snapped. And now..."

He licked his lips again, eyes locked on her thighs.

"Now I’m gonna show you exactly what happens to cock-hungry priestesses who parade around like they don’t need to be wrecked."

Alice’s breath hitched.

She was soaked—and not from the rain.

Rae knew this wasn’t just about Alice finally getting the hard, brain-melting fuck she’d been denied for so long.

No, this was deeper.

This was about the unknown—the forbidden thrill of surrendering to someone dangerous, someone untamed.

She craved it.

Even if she hadn’t admitted it out loud, her body had been screaming for it.

Years of no real intimacy. Years of holding back her hunger.

And now that she had someone like Rae—mysterious, rough, raw—she wanted to be devoured.

She wanted to be tossed on her back, handled like a needy slut, and savored.

Maybe even she didn’t realize it until now.

On the surface, Alice was a warrior, a mother, a wife. A hero. She was supposed to be dignified. Proud. Composed.

She was supposed to lash out at him for his words....

But Rae’s words were crude. Filthy. So goddamn direct it made her heart skip.

Not even her husband Alex had ever spoken to her like this.

And Adrian, for all his perversion, still danced around with lame metaphors and sleazy looks.

But Rae didn’t flirt.

He claimed.

He declared war on her body.

And the worst part was that, it was working.

Each word he spit out stripped away the layers she’d built over the years.

Each sentence hit like a key turning a lock, unlocking the desperate, dripping slut that had been buried deep under years of denial.

’Damn it, Alice, get a grip.’

But she couldn’t.

Her hands were trembling.

Not from fear.

But from the thrill.

Rae was no longer Rae.

No longer the cute little goblin clumsily grabbing ass by accident and apologizing with puppy eyes.

No.

What stood in front of Alice now was a man—masculine, dangerous, and radiating sex like a furnace on the verge of combustion.

His presence was suffocating, terrifying, and—god help her—irresistibly hot.

It wasn’t just confidence. It was command. His voice alone could make her legs press together.

’What the fuck is happening to me? He’s a goblin, not a goddamn warlord...’

She took a step back, but her breath hitched. Her thighs rubbed.

"Wh-where’s my Rae?"

The thing on the chair didn’t blink.

"Dying."

Her stomach dropped.

"What?"

He leaned forward, his cock lazily pulsing against his thigh—semi-hard but dangerous.

Like a beast just starting to wake up.

"Oh? Haven’t you figured it out yet?"

He smirked, licking his lips.

"Rae—the dumb little virgin bitch boy—is dying."

"That soft-hearted, tit-hugging, ass-grabbing idiot? Gone."

"Couldn’t handle a thick, milky slut like you wagging that fat ass around."

He tilted his head.

"One peek of your juicy tits bouncing in front of his face, and boom—his brain melted."

"He folded like a damn napkin at a whorehouse dinner party. So guess who had to take the wheel?"

He leaned forward.

"So I had to come out."

A crack of thunder shattered the silence, lightning flashing behind him like a scene straight out of a wet dream-turned-nightmare.

"And until I’m satisfied, until I fuck you raw and make you moan, cry, drip, and beg for mercy, he’s not coming back."

’Just like I thought...’

Alice shook her head, but her eyes betrayed her, flicking over his broad chest, that smug face, those sharp teeth biting into his bottom lip.

And his eyes—those hungry, devouring, fuck-you-right-there eyes—were still scanning her body like she was a dessert platter at a royal orgy.

Only then did she remember what she was wearing.

The rain-soaked priestess outfit. The sheer, skin-hugging sin.

She gasped and clutched her chest, trying to hide the soft swells barely restrained by the thin fabric.

’Shit! I should’ve thought about this—what the hell am I even doing?’

But deep down, she knew.

She wore it for him to see.

She wanted this beast, this sin in Rae’s skin, to tear it off and pin her down like she was just another conquest.

But now that the moment had arrived, she couldn’t just throw herself at him like a whimpering slut.

...Could she?

"W-what do you want?"

Her eyes slid down without her permission. And there it was.

That monster.

A green shaft, thick as her forearm, glistening under the low light.

A dark purple crown swollen and angry, surrounded by faint thorn-like ridges on the shaft that pulsed with each throb.

It was out, no longer just escaping the underwear.

It had conquered the underwear.

That thing was meant to destroy, not fit inside some gift-box briefs.

’That... used to be Alex’s underwear...’

Yeah, well. Alex had a peanut. This was a fuckin’ zucchini demon lord.

She swallowed hard. And he smirked.

’Ah... so she’s playing the shy game.’

He tilted his head, watching her squirm like a kitten on heat.

’Cute. But no fun in pouncing too early. Let her marinate in it... Let the slut simmer.’

"I can smell it. I can smell that sweet, needy cunt of yours ovulating right now. That pussy’s not just wet, it’s begging for a pounding."

"N-No!! That’s not right! I’m not-I’m not a whore!!!"

She exploded, hands tightening around her chest. Cheeks flaring red.

Because he was right.

Her panties were soaked, clinging to her like second skin.

The heat between her legs was unbearable, and all he’d done was talk.

No touching. No kissing. Just those fucking eyes and that filthy mouth.

’Shit! Shit! He can smell my horniness?!’

Poor Alice. She thought her slick, twitching thighs were a secret.

In reality, even a blind, deaf monk would sense the sex radiating off her.

If Adrian wandered into this tent now, he’d die on the spot from a nosebleed and spontaneous combustion.

If Alex came in, his baby carrot would shrivel back into hiding and he’d probably pass out praying.

’I can’t lose... I can’t fall for this arrogant, narcissistic, dick-swinging alpha—fuck, he’s hot—NO, focus, Alice!’

She was drowning in lusty denial, clinging to her hero title while her body betrayed her one drip at a time.

Rae just smirked wider.

The more he dragged it on, the more her mind fogged up.

Her legs were jelly. Her breaths were short and shamefully needy.

She was losing this battle, and goddammit... she was enjoying every second of it.

Never in her wildest fever dreams had she imagined another goblin besides the towering, monstrous Goblin King could command this kind of presence.

The King was massive and terrifying—sure. But Rae?

Rae was smaller, leaner... yet ten times more dangerous.

Not with brute force.

But with dominance that oozed out of him like heat from a furnace.

’How the hell is he this... masculine? This filthy? This fucking magnetic?’

Her pussy quivered. Literally pulsed like it was clapping in applause.

No contact.

No foreplay.

Just that cocky grin and that heavy, throbbing snake between his legs—pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own.

Her eyes got stuck on it again, hypnotized. It twitched.

Like a dying beast trying to come back to life... except this beast wanted inside her.

"I’m not calling..."