From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 81: Consuming the milf!

Chapter 81: Consuming the milf!

’Finally... after all these damn years.’

’Two whole lives. Two different bodies.’

’I’m officially not a virgin anymore.’

Rae was soaring.

Overboard. Unhinged. On cloud-nine-hundred.

He’d waited for this moment like a starving man sniffing through bakery windows.

Ever since his first gig as a lowlife thief back on Earth—when he accidentally stumbled into that open window and saw two lovers going at it like beasts...

He’d been hooked. Obsessed.

The sound. The motion. The look on their faces like they were dying and ascending at the same time.

He wanted that.

He needed that.

And now?

Now the universe had delivered.

Wrapped in warm flesh, tight walls, and muffled moans.

And sweet divine fuck—it was worth it.

His dong literally vibrated inside her like it had achieved enlightenment.

If it could speak, it’d be giving an acceptance speech with tears and confetti.

Her insides felt like liquid velvet—wet, warm, and sinfully welcoming. Like a sacred home carved just for him.

Like the stars aligned and whispered:

"This is where you belong, little goblin. Right here. Balls-deep in destiny."

He wasn’t just inside her.

He was meant to be there.

Her body clamped around him like it was tired of waiting too.

Not to mention... the ridges.

Holy hell, the ridges around his shaft—he finally got it now.

Back when she’d gripped him earlier, her soft hand sliding down his goblin meat, fingers pressing along every bump and groove, he’d nearly combusted on the spot.

Each ridge had its own pleasure switch, and she’d flipped them all like she was unlocking cheat codes.

But now?

Now his monster was inside her.

And her velvet vice of a pussy was squeezing all those ridges at once, wrapping around him like a perfect fit, like her insides were made just to milk this goblin dry.

A sensation hit him that was so intense, so criminally good, his vision blurred and his eyes actually watered.

Tears. Real fucking tears. From his dick.

’I can see why goblins are the second horniest creatures in this world...’

’This shit is goddamn addicting.’

Every twitch of her body sent waves through his shaft.

And every little squeeze made his legs shake like he was standing on a fault line during an earthquake of pleasure.

Meanwhile, somewhere beneath all that chaos, Alice’s brain flickered.

A tiny dot of light on a black screen. Consciousness was slowly rebooting.

Her thoughts were foggy, scrambled like overcooked eggs, and her body was totally not under her command.

The drool dribbling down her chin, her mouth slack and gasping, her half-lidded eyes fluttering like she was halfway to nirvana—none of that was voluntary.

She didn’t even know what happened the moment he stuffed her full—her memory just skipped like a broken record.

But whatever it was?

She came. Instantly. Violently. No warning.

It was that intense.

She blinked slowly, trying to focus her dazed gaze through the tent flap... rain falling in soft sheets... and then—there he was.

Alex.

Sweet, clueless Alex.

Crouched near Adrian’s limp body, carefully pouring the potion she had given him right into his mouth.

The love of her life... saving another.

While inside the tent, Rae was rearranging her soul.

Suddenly, she felt it again—twitching.

Right on her trembling, soaked kitty.

The monster inside her was pulling back.

Slow and unforgiving, dragging every single ridge along her sensitive walls like it was carving its name inside her.

The scrape made her spine arch, her eyes flutter shut, mouth hanging open like her soul was floating away.

’I-Is it over?’

Sweet, sweet idiot.

Of course, it was just the beginning.

A split second later—CLAP!

The entire tent shook as Rae shoved his green goblin ass forward like he was launching a battering ram into destiny.

His thick, drooling shaft slammed into her in one brutal stroke—balls to the hilt, cock buried deep in the wet, clutching furnace that was her no-longer-holy haven.

’Aaaaahhhh!...nooo!’

That scream was pure theater.

Her brain was short-circuiting, but her body was singing.

The thrust hit like a truckload of bricks.

Her arms gave out.

Her face slammed into the dirt, tongue lolled out again, eyes rolling so hard they were about to pop out and crawl away.

That monster cock pressed so deep it felt like it was tapping into her existence—like Rae had just found the back wall of her damn soul.

She came. Again.

Hard.

Her poor kitty clenched and quivered like it was waving a little white flag.

And then—mercy. The monster slid back out.

Her thoughts slowly returned, like bubbles surfacing in thick fog.

No more full-body static. No more divine whiteout.

She pushed herself up, arms trembling, breath ragged, face glazed with heat.

She looked back.

Rae was watching her.

Smiling.

But not his usual shit-eating grin. No smugness. No mockery.

It was real. Flushed cheeks. Sweaty forehead. Genuine, almost soft.

She couldn’t speak. Could barely even breathe.

So she shook her head. Weak. Wobbly. Pretending to say "stop."

And Rae?

That little green bastard nodded.

And then—SLAM!

This time, she didn’t crumble.

Her arms held firm.

Her back arched like a goddess offering herself to the altar of filth.

Her poor, overstretched kitty swallowed his shaft whole—inch by inch—like it was built for this damn punishment.

It hugged him tight, spasming like it couldn’t believe what it had invited in.

Just getting it all in was a miracle. A lewd, squelching miracle.

She gritted her teeth, body twitching.

"Mhmm."

Rae nodded back, smug and breathless.

"Mhhmmm."

And then—she screamed.

Not from pain. Not from shame.

From raw, brain-melting pleasure.

He pulled back—slow, deliberate—until only the fat tip kissed her lips again...

Then slammed forward with a noise like wet thunder.

This time, her head dropped, but Rae wasn’t letting her disappear into the dirt again.

His hand fisted in her hair, yanked her back like a misbehaving concubine.

"Nop... You’re not going anywhere."

"Not yet. This is just the start..."

He growled it low, hips already cocked for another round.

Her mind was slowly shutting down.

’Ahh... I’m... I’m losing myself to this... this filthy pleasure...’

Her thoughts swirled, eyes fluttering shut like a candle losing its flame.

She wanted to resist.

But her body had already thrown up the white flag.

"Let go of yourself and enjoy this."

His voice was almost gentle now.

"I’m going to enjoy it anyway."

And he meant it.

Because as his hips pulled back, cock soaked and glistening, pulsing like it had its own evil heartbeat... she knew.

If she let go now, she wasn’t coming back.

There’d be no recovery. No shame strong enough. No bath long enough.

The pleasure was just too much.

Stronger than her fingers.

Deeper than her toys.

Wilder than anything she’d dared try alone.

’I...’

There was no turning back.

No pause button. No divine intervention.

She had waited for this—ached for this—for what felt like centuries wrapped in seconds.

To be filled like this, stretched out like a holy chalice at a midnight ritual... and now, it was finally happening.

There was only one path forward: surrender. Let go.

Let herself melt into Rae’s rhythm, into his grip, into his mercy.

’God... bless me...’

A whisper more like a prayer to pleasure itself.

And with that, she let it all go.

Her legs gave out like wilted silk, her spine melted like candlewax under a sinner’s flame, and all that escaped her lips was a moan—soft, breathy, utterly ruined.

Rae blinked. Something shifted.

’Did she just...’

He felt it—not a loosening, no.

That little velvet trap was still wrapped tight around his shaft like it wanted to steal his soul.

But now it was relaxed.

Not resisting. Not holding back.

Just... accepting him. Worshipping him. As if her temple had opened its gates to the storm.

’She let go...’

His smirk was all heat and sin.

"Good girl..."

One hand slid up, threading through her sweat-damp hair, fingers gentle even as his hips readied for war.

Then came the rhythm.

Pha! Pha! Pha~ Clap~ Clap! Clap!

A divine percussion echoed through the tent.

His hips slamming like thunder into her, his cock diving in deep, balls slapping against her with each stroke like war drums calling down the gods.

She moaned in time with him, each sound more guttural than the last, like her soul was trying to crawl out through her throat in praise.

Slow at first. Then faster.

Each thrust a sermon. Each retreat a tease.

He pulled back just far enough for the cool air to kiss her slick petals—then slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside that soaked altar, over and over again.

...

Meanwhile, Adrian’s vision returned in fuzzy, cartoonish blinks—like the world had been rendered in watercolor and someone was now aggressively sharpening the outlines.

The health potion was finally doing its job, stitching his consciousness back together with the slow grace of a lazy intern.

’D-Did Alice just leave me here...?’

His eyes focused on the tent at the far end...