From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 70: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin! (3)

Chapter 70: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin! (3)

"I’m not calling you a whore..."

He said it with a straight face.

He absolutely called her a whore earlier.

"I’m just saying..."

He paused, slowly pointing to the beast hanging between his legs.

"Your pussy needs this."

Thwump.

The monster flopped forward like it had heard its name called in a roll call. Slapped against his thigh.

The head looked at her—no, stared into her fucking soul.

"I-It doesn’t! My pussy doesn’t want... whatever that is! I-I have a husband!"

Her voice cracked like a guilty schoolgirl.

And Rae just laughed.

"Yeah. And I bet that husband’s dick is the size of my pinky. Maybe smaller."

"No offense to Alex and his emotional support noodle."

Alice looked like she was about to combust.

"It’s not! His is... big! Bigger than... than that thing!" she blurted.

A lie. A blatant, trembling, wide-eyed lie.

Her gaze, however, refused to break from the throbbing green monster staring her down like it owned her holes already.

Rae threw his head back and laughed.

"If his was so ’biiiig’—" he exaggerated with mock moans, "then your poor lil’ cunt wouldn’t be trying to wink at me through that tight priestess latex, sweetheart."

Alice shivered. Her thighs pressed together as if they could somehow cage the mess between them.

’Shit. Shit. He’s right. I’m fucking throbbing.’

This was dangerous. This was insane.

This was the stuff forbidden erotica novels were made of.

She felt like a kidnapped heroine in one of those raunchy werewolf books—only the alpha didn’t just growl.

He talked dirty, and his dick twitched like it wanted a starring role.

Rae tilted his head, smirking.

"Alright. Here’s the deal. Your tits? They’re swollen and aching. Haven’t been milked in weeks, huh? I can smell the pressure. Someone’s gotta help squeeze ’em dry... and baby, I got the hands—"

"—I don’t need anyone’s help!"

She snapped, cutting him off mid-smirk.

"Go crawl back to whatever twisted, horny hell you came from and give me back my Rae!"

For a second, silence.

Rae just stared at her.

Then he sighed, disappointed.

"Stupid woman didn’t even understand what I said earlier."

He stood up, letting the full length of his monster bounce and swing with gravity.

"Fine. I guess I’ll let the little bastard die."

Thunder cracked outside like a whip.

"What? No! Wh-What do you want?"

Alice stammered, stepping back, arms crossed like that would somehow hide the fire burning under her skin.

"I’m not going to do anything lewd with you. I’m a happily married woman, damn it!"

She was trying to play the saint, but her brain was already connecting the dots.

She knew what he meant.

For Rae to come back, this monster—this walking, talking, sex demon—had to be... drained.

And this wasn’t some empty threat.

She remembered the first time, when she accidentally—cough cough—helped him release some tension.

The moment he came, he blacked out like someone had pulled the plug on him. And when he woke up? It was sweet, innocent Rae all over again.

It wasn’t a theory. It was fucking science.

Demon Rae snickered and dropped back into the chair like he owned the damn tent.

"Oh? Were you also happily married when you sucked me dry last week like your life depended on it?"

"..."

Dead silence.

Alice opened her mouth, closed it, then finally muttered,

"I was just... just helping regulate his blood flow. Like...like medicinal therapy."

Rae blinked. Then facepalmed.

His cock flopped up with the motion like even it was tired of her bullshit.

"Lady, what the fuck do you think is happening here right now? This is also therapy. Very... throbbing therapy."

Alice bit her lip, trying not to stare at the now fully awake, slightly bobbing monster between his legs.

"And yet... I’m feeling generous."

Rae said, voice slick as oil. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

"I’ll make you a deal."

She gulped. That dangerous glint in his eyes said this was not going to be a wholesome proposition.

"W-What deal...?"

He grinned like the devil himself.

"I’ll help you with that ache in your tits. I’ll drink every last drop of that sweet, pent-up milk... wherever it’s hiding. But—"

He raised a finger with theatrical flair,

"if you so much as cum even for one second, then you have to do something I ask."

Alice’s thighs pressed together like they were whispering "Girl, don’t test him."

And yet her nipples? They were already betraying her.

"...Y-You’re insane."

"Insanely thirsty, yeah. So, what’s it gonna be, mommy milkers?"

Rae licked his lips.

Alice chewed her lips again, this time harder.

She was cornered. Backed into a tight, dripping, throbbing corner of her own damn making.

Her breasts ached. Badly.

It had been four long days since anyone last sucked her dry.

Four days since someone properly latched onto her like a hungry beast.

And to make it worse?

All those accidental grabs, brushes, and squeezes from the "innocent" Rae had stirred her up like cream in hot coffee.

She needed release. Desperately. Her tits were swollen, sensitive, practically buzzing for attention.

And now? This cocky bastard, this alpha goblin with devil eyes and a demon dick, had her pinned with nothing but words and presence.

No creepy vibes, no pathetic begging.

Just raw confidence that made her legs cross and her core pulse.

For the first time in a long while... she felt alive.

Not like a hero. Not like a wife. Not like some milk machine.

But like a woman—aching, flushed, and seconds away from moaning out loud.

Her married life was just utter disappointment.

Her husband doesn’t even want her body.

And she felt her body wasn’t that desirable.

And now this guy had the audacity to walk in with his monster cock and offer to fix all her problems?

And make her enjoy it?

Her body screamed yes. But her pride?

Still pretending.

She stood tall, face blank, trying to hide the fact that her nipples were diamonds under the sheer fabric and her thighs had been clenching harder than a bank vault.

But Rae wasn’t fooled.

He knew.

He could smell it. The milk. The lust. The lies.

This wasn’t a matter of if anymore.

It was when.

"W-why should I?"