From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 71: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin! (4)

Chapter 71: A Priestess and A Perverted Goblin! (4)

"W-why should I?"

Rae smirked like a devil about to ink a deal.

"Because I insist, madame milkmaid."

"And because you—yes, you—are the only healer in this cursed little suicide squad."

"If your big, fat, aching titties get infected from milk overflow, guess what?"

"We’re all fucked. Literally and medically. And most importantly..."

He leaned in, licking his lips.

"I just want you to be so comfortable here..."

Alice bit her lip. Again. Harder this time.

Goddamn it, she wanted to act all high and mighty.

But if she pushed him too far with her "hero pride" and he just walked away?

That would be a tragedy worse than any battlefield loss.

Because this drama? This sick, twisted back-and-forth?

Her body was eating it up like a starving beast.

She came here to check on Rae—but now, her thighs were pressed tight, her chest was heaving, and her nipples were threatening to slice through fabric.

’Damn it... Am I actually into this?’

’Being teased, cornered, talked down to like I’m some needy little milk-slut?’

The thought terrified her.

But the wet patch growing between her legs said otherwise.

Still—still!—her pride clung to the last scrap of dignity like a leaf in a hurricane.

She glanced once more at the throbbing monster between his legs. It was still pulsing, like it was growling at her. Taunting her. Calling her.

She gulped. Her mouth felt dry. Her other lips felt... not dry.

"F-fine," she whispered. "But if I don’t cum—"

He cut in with a grin so smug it could cause spontaneous pregnancy.

"—Then you get to punish me. However you want."

?!

"W-what?! Any punishment?"

He just smiled.

"Yes. Any punishment. If you want that clueless virgin Rae back, I’ll stand right here, jerk myself silly, and let the goody-two-shoes pop back out like a genie with stage fright. Deal?"

It was a dangerously good deal.

Alice’s heart skipped a beat, and not from guilt, oh no.

Forget Rae. Forget the innocent puppy eyes and nervous stammer. What she really heard was:

"You now have a shot at turning this cocky, dominant bastard into your personal tit-licking butler."

She bit her lip.

’If I just don’t cum, I win. I win everything.’

That’s what she told herself.

But the moment she looked at that green monster, still twitching like it had a life of its own, her pussy clenched like a fist praying for mercy.

Poor, deluded Alice.

She really thought she stood a chance.

Finally, she nodded like she was making a noble sacrifice.

"O-Only because of Rae, alright? I’m doing this for him. Just so he can come back."

Rae chuckled darkly.

"Yeah, yeah... for Rae. Totally not because your pussy’s throbbing like a war drum."

She pretended to huff, rolling her eyes, but not too hard, because looking away from that thing was proving very difficult.

He pointed at the bed.

Her eyes followed, and her heart nearly jumped into her throat.

She sighed, as dramatically as she could manage while her thighs were practically vibrating.

Then she strutted—yes, strutted—over to the bed and plopped down, casually spreading her cheeks to sit more comfortably.

Definitely not to tease him. Definitely.

Rae finally rose from his chair. Calm. Confident. His cock bobbing like it had its own evil laugh.

And slowly... menacingly... he walked toward her.

Alice’s body screamed in anticipation.

Since she was sitting and he was standing close, way too close, his monster was now just inches from her face. Literally.

Each throb brought it closer. One good flex and that fat green shaft would slap her right on the lips like it owned her.

She swallowed hard.

Then... she inhaled—mistake.

Musky. Male. Fucking feral. Her brain short-circuited and her pussy clenched so hard she nearly moaned out loud.

’Oh no. This is bad. This is real bad.’

She’d been so drunk on the fantasy.

Thinking about making him her milk-draining errand boy, her thick-cocked little stress relief slave, that she forgot the single most dangerous fact in this room:

She was pathetically weak to him.

To his scent. His stare. His damn cock.

And then he dropped the line:

"I would’ve pulled this poor underwear down and ripped off my loincloth... but nah....I want you to do it."

"When you lose this bet and start choking on this thing like a good little slut."

Alice scoffed—pretending.

"You’re so cocky."

Rae smirked. Didn’t even blink.

"Nah, sweetheart. Just confident in my talents. You’ll be milking me dry before I even warm up."

She clenched her thighs. Hard. Her whole body twitched like a damn tuning fork.

The banter, the tension, the alpha bullshit—it was all getting to her. Turning her insides to jelly and her panties into a swamp.

’Hold it together, Alice. You’re the damn healer. The hero. A mother. A—fuck, did it just twitch again?!’

It did.

And she felt a fresh gush between her legs.

’Daaammmnnn... I might’ve made a miscalculation.’

Rae crouched down in front of her, eyes locked onto her flushed face like a predator sizing up its prey.

She looked away—way too fast, like a guilty schoolgirl caught peeking.

But that reaction just made Rae grin wider.

Then he leaned in.

Too close.

His breath hot against her skin as he reached behind her with a slow, deliberate touch, fingers finding the zipper and dragging it down to her hip in one smooth motion.

She gulped.

’Shit, shit, hold it together. This is fine. Just a zipper. Just breath—’

Mistake.

Her inhale was filled with him—his sweat, his musk, the raw masculine scent of someone who’d bend her over a table and make her scream his name.

She shivered.

Rae leaned back, satisfied, and gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

His touch was deceptively soft, but the intent was anything but. He started pulling the soaked dress off her shoulders.

It slid down smoothly, clinging to her skin until it hit her chest... then stopped.

It was stuck.

Rae snickered like a bastard who’d just discovered his new favorite toy.

’Gods, look at her. I lover teasing her.’

He hooked his index finger under the stubborn fabric, and bam—it pressed right against her swollen tits.

Alice bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood. A little whimper escaped—betraying her.

He didn’t comment. Just smirked.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he yanked the fabric down. Her tits...

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