From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 84: Ultimate Goblin Dream!

Chapter 84: Ultimate Goblin Dream!

She opened wide, tongue out, welcoming that thick, veiny monstrosity like it was her sacred duty.

It throbbed across her lips—hot, salty, way too big—and her cheeks hollowed around it without a hint of shame.

One long, filthy moment. Her throat working. Her eyes fluttering.

He didn’t even give her time to breathe.

A fist in her hair—tight, merciless—yanked her back with a wet, obscene pop.

She gasped, spit dripping off her chin, dizzy and blinking as he dragged her across the floor like a toy he’d decided to reposition.

Onto the bed she went. If you could call the heap of blankets a bed—it was more like a sacrificial altar.

No pause. No sweet talk.

He climbed over her, mouth crashing down for one sloppy, possessive kiss, just to prove he could.

Then shoved her thighs up by her shoulders, cock head grinding against her already-dripping entrance.

Then—slam.

Balls slapped. Flesh clapped. The whole tent quivered like it was alive.

She arched under him, voice breaking into a ragged cry that wasn’t all protest.

’Oh god... I locked the flap... but there’s no locking this.’

Rae’s grin was pure triumph.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Rae’s voice cracked, hips pistoning like he was trying to break the damn mattress.

Every thrust hit with a wet, obscene slap, his balls smacking her soaked folds in a rhythm that sounded downright criminal.

Meanwhile, Alice wasn’t any better.

"Ah~ Aah~ Mhmm~~"

Her body had surrendered. Just a twitching, drooling mess.

The second she decided to let go—really let go—it was over.

No more brakes. No more dignity.

The shackle holding her back was her mind, and the moment it snapped, her body exploded into raw, animal pleasure.

She couldn’t even tell where it was coming from anymore.

Her clit? Her pussy? Her damn spine?

Every inch of her felt like it was melting in one massive, endless orgasm.

"Fuck, Alice... You’re a meaty bitch, and I’m gonna savor every inch of it."

Rae’s voice was dark silk, filthy and triumphant.

He smacked his lips like he was tasting her through the air, then reached back and slapped her ass so hard the ripple made her thighs quiver.

And god help her, her body loved it.

Those nasty words, that rough palm—they set off sparks that fried the last bits of her sanity.

She wanted to scream. To beg. To tell him to stop.

But could she speak?

Absolutely fucking not.

Her mouth just fell open, half-lidded eyes rolling back as another moan spilled out—raw and shameless.

Rae paused, breathing ragged.

He grabbed both her ass cheeks and yanked her hips straight up, folding her in half so her dripping cunt hovered right over her belly.

’Shit... I saw this position once... it’s so fucking hot.’

He lined himself up again, tip rubbing over her sloppy entrance.

And then—shove.

It slid in to the hilt without resistance, her wrecked, soaked pussy hugging him like it never wanted to let go.

Rae grinned.

And started to move again.

"Ah~"

Alice’s eyes rolled back so far it looked like she was about to pass out, her whole body trembling as Rae started thrusting like a savage.

Pha~ Pha~ Pha~ Pha~

Each slap echoed off the tent walls, a dirty anthem to how thoroughly she was getting wrecked.

Her pussy clamped around him, wet and twitching, sucking him deeper with every brutal stroke.

Then—his balls tightened against her ass, a shudder ripping through his wiry little body.

He grunted, hips grinding in as far as he could bury that fat goblin cock.

And then—eruption.

A thick, molten flood of his divine green seed spilled deep inside her, heat blooming so sudden it made her back arch and her toes curl.

At the same instant, Alice came hard, her walls spasming around him in a milking vice.

Her voice breaking into a strangled whimper as everything went white behind her eyelids.

They froze there, two shaking animals locked together, breathing like they’d run miles.

Then Rae leaned back, sliding out with a wet, obscene pop.

His cum and her own creamy mess poured out of her gaping pussy in slow, heavy dribbles.

"Open your mouth. Wide."

His voice left no room for argument.

And she didn’t even try to pretend anymore.

She obeyed instantly, mouth falling open, tongue lolling out to catch the mixed juices as they dripped in sticky streams over her clit, her belly, and finally between her lips.

For a woman this meaty, this ripe, she was shockingly flexible—her legs still folded back by her shoulders like she was born for this.

And god, she took the pounding like a champion.

Warm liquid gathered on her tongue—salt and sweetness, shame and bliss all at once.

She swallowed every drop.

Eyes half-lidded, mind gone.

And still, somehow, wanting more.

"Good girl."

Rae’s voice was low, rough with triumph as he patted her sweat-damp hair.

His eyes glowed in the dim light, bright and hungry.

’Oh, I’ve found the key to her...’

’Now she can never refuse me.’

He licked his lips, savoring the wrecked look on her face—glazed eyes, mouth still slick from swallowing every filthy drop.

Then he let her body slump back onto the blankets.

She hit the bed like a ragdoll, limbs limp and twitching, her tits heaving with every ragged breath.

Her whole body moved in slow waves, soft flesh quivering as she fought to pull in air.

"I’m starving, after spending all this energy... pleasing you."

He didn’t wait for an answer.

He bent down, mouth sealing over one swollen nipple, tongue swirling slow and greedy as he latched on to her milkers.

The moment he sucked, her back arched again, a helpless gasp spilling out of her.

Warm milk hit his tongue.

He groaned, sucking harder, one hand kneading the other breast like it was dough he intended to devour.

It was a short pause—a filthy little rest neither of them knew they needed.

Because this session?

It was nowhere near over.

...

Somewhere else, deep in the twisted bowels of the forest where the trees looked like they were halfway through a horror story...

Gear stood tall at the entrance of a jagged rock formation.

The moss-covered stone face looked ordinary on the outside, like a rock that had been ignored by time... but beneath it?

A freakin’ goblin metropolis.

Hidden under layers of enchanted stone, traps, and enough twisting tunnels to give a mole an identity crisis, this was their stronghold.

The one place untouched by those glittery, overpowered, self-righteous heroes.

Of course, it hadn’t always been like this.

Once upon a time, the goblins had their own thriving little village at the edge of the forest.

Cute mushroom huts. Fish on sticks. Occasional kidnapping. The usual goblin life.

Then those motherfucking heroes came along.

They called it a "cleansing."

Gear called it a fucking massacre.

Homes burned. Families shattered.

Half the goblins were turned into unpaid slaves, and the rest were forced to flee deeper into the forest.

A forest that even wolves were scared of entering past sundown.

But the rock... this blessed, hideous, misshapen chunk of land was their salvation.

Their Goblin King had found it, declared it holy, booby-trapped it to hell, and made a vow:

"The humans will never find us here—not until their gods choke on goblin piss."

Then he promptly went into a deep, magical coma because apparently fighting seven heroes solo took a bit out of him.

So now, Gear was in charge.

Behind him, a voice grumbled.

"Why are we stalling?"

"We could swoop in and destroy them for good."

"After all, they’re weakened."

It was Rabbi—not a priest, mind you, just an unfortunate name for a goblin.

Second-in-command.

Fiery. Shorter than Gear, but made up for it with twice the bloodlust and absolutely zero chill.

Gear slowly turned his head, his yellow eyes glowing dimly in the shadows.

He stared at his second.

Rabbi crossed his arms, still grumbling.

"Every day we wait, is a day they recover."

"Their guard’s down. We should slit some throats while they’re still licking their wounds."

Gear grunted.

"I have orders."

"From who?"

A pause. Not the awkward kind—more like the doom-laden, air-gets-heavier-for-no-reason kind.

Then Gear spoke, voice low and gravelly, like it had been dug out of the earth.

"Who else? Our liege."

"..."

Rabbi blinked. Then snorted. Then full-on snickered like he just heard the punchline to a goblin fart joke.

"Pfff... Our liege? Talked to you? Impossible!"

"Why’s that impossible?"

Gear shifted where he stood. The air did feel heavier now. Or maybe that was just his annoyance settling in.

"You know why. The old king’s been in his dirt nap coma for years."

"Don’t start whispering fairy tales just ’cause your balls are tingling."

Rabbi barked, stomping the ground like a pissed-off squirrel.

"They’re the last damn line of defense for this kingdom!"

"If they fall, we win. We march in, kick their royal asses, and finally, finally—"

He raised a clawed finger, eyes shining like he was reading a sacred goblin prophecy off a stolen scroll.

"—like our liege’s long-lost wish, we goblins will have a kingdom to rule."

There it was. The Dream.

The Great Goblin Dream.

Unite the tribes. Build the empire and...