She rubbed her body against him and straddled his hips. She pressed her tight cunt down against Bashowar's cock and rocked her hips. She bent her head down to his face and began to kiss him.
Somewhere inside, she knew how grotesque it would appear to one of her cousins or her mother, to see her pale-skinned daughter grinding atop the fat, toothy old goblin king. They would be so horrified to see the way she moved with lust and pressed her fresh-fucked furrow against his growing cock. The way she opened her mouth and played her tongue against his and the way she moaned with joy when he reached up and grabbed her firm ass with both hands.
They would hate her for succumbing to the influence of such a brutish creature. She did not care. All of her human decorum was forgotten in the depraved lust that had come over her. All she wanted to do was cum and to make her hefek cum.
The goblin king's claws dug into the soft flesh of Helena's bottom as it bounced against his thighs. She split her cunt on the hardness of his cock, filling her gripping tunnel with him again and again. She moaned and tossed her head, overcome with pleasure.
"Oh, hefek, fill me with your seed again!" she wailed. "I need your cum inside me!"
"Ooma doshav," said Bashowar with a jagged smile on his face. He thrust up and into her and bounced her against his jiggling belly. The charms that hung around his neck shook with each stroke of his powerful hips. He made piggish sounds of pleasure, grunting and squealing as he smacked Helena's ass roughly.
"That's it, my king," cried the cumming princess. "Fill my tight cove! Use my body!"
Bashowar roared his pleasure like a beast and slammed his swollen cock so hard into Helena that she feared she might be thrown off her hefek. The goblin king held her tight against him and pummeled her perky pussy with his cock. Her small tits bounced and her head lolled like a ragdoll's as Bashowar slammed his cock into her and let out a final, triumphant howl of pleasure.
"Yesssss, my king!" cried Helena and her orgasm spiked through her as the goblin king basted her fluttering fuck tunnel with his hot seed. The vice of her cunt squeezed every drop out of him. She collapsed forward onto him and kissed him passionately, savoring his thick tongue as it pressed between her lips. She sighed, "Oh, hefek, I live to serve you."
The profound submission only deepened her pleasure. A pleasure that grew more when he grunted and rolled her onto her belly. He hunched over her pale body and buried his face in the soft mounds of her bottom. She let out a cry of surprise as his hot tongue swiped the crack of her ass. His tongue pressed between her check and screwed against her tender wrinkle.
"Oh gods," cried the princess. "You're licking...ohhhhh...licking my...ass?"
"Ooma Tooya Oh," said Bashowar with a smile.
He gazed at her as the fat pink wedge of his tongue lapped at her tender ass. He teased her for a moment longer before lifting his tongue from Helena's ass.
The goblin king's cock had grown hard again from their tongue-tangling and his licking. She knew what was coming, but it did not prepare her for it. The fat goblin's bulk settled atop her as he fed his hard cock into the virginal clench of her anus. Her eyes went wide in shock as his hot meat invaded her. Helena had never before felt such exquisite pain and yet her pleasure was the equal of her suffering.
Bashowar was not gentle. He stuffed his spear into her tender ass and bored her pink hole. The panting brute rooted her wrinkle until he spunked her ass full of his seed. His movements slowed until he finally slid off of her, leaving her stretched ass gaping and her crack dripping with his goblin goo.
Bashowar slumped atop his cushions and furs. Despite her pain and the sticky mess, and her extreme exhaustion, Helena gladly crawled beside her hefek. She lowered her mouth to his lap and sucked the bitter curl of his cock, tasting her ass and her master's cum upon his soft fuckmeat. The goblin king groaned and muttered something about "ooma" as he drifted into sleep with Helena's mouth clamped tightly around his cock.
The princess watched her master begin to snore as she continued to suck him. The soft snoring joined the sound of sucking and the sleeping goblin's occasional murmur of pleasure. She might have tried to escape or, feeling particularly bold, struck at the sleeping goblin king with some heavy object.
But Helena's submission was total.sh She did not even momentarily entertain thoughts of revenge or escape. She remained beside her king, hollowing her cheeks around his spent cock and caressing the drained eggs of his testicles. It took a very long time, but she managed to make him hard again. When his cock finally throbbed between her lips she barely managed to siphon out a few drops of his salty spunk.
"Ooma," moaned Bashowar in his sleep.
Helena only hoped it was a fine dream she gave the snoring goblin. She curled beside him and lay her head upon his rising chest. She savored the lingering taste of his cum on her tongue. The steady rhythm of his breathing soon lulled her to a peaceful sleep.
The princess awoke to pain and regret. The effects of the goblin crone's aphrodisiac had worn off and the poor princess was confronted with her depravity and the knowledge that she was almost certainly impregnated with the goblin's spawn.
She cradled her knees against her chest and relived everything she had done the night before by the twinges of her strained holes and the bruises on her slender body. Her buttocks were decorated with scratch marks from the goblin king's claws. There was sticky cum dried everywhere. She smelled of sex and exertion. She wanted to climb into a hot spring and never stop bathing.
She realized that she was alone in Bashowar's tent. Hope sprang momentarily, but as she searched through his trophies of skulls and trinkets for some weapon that she might use, Helena began to understand that escape was pointless. For good or ill, probably ill, she was wed by the thing in her belly to the goblin king. Her life as a princess, of leisure and court, was over, and she had only a future of reluctant servitude ahead of her.
The flaps of the tent opened. Helena squinted at the light and tried to cover her nudity. The two guards that entered were tall and burly for goblins, nearly as tall as her, and their arms and backs were marked with elaborate tattoos. They spoke at her in their language, the points of their spears making very clear what they wanted.
She followed them out of the tent, blinking against the morning light. A cheer went up as she emerged naked from the tent. She was stunned to realize that nearly the entire goblin village had gathered. She stumbled and the guards caught her by her arms and dragged her out among the cheering goblins.
Margrite and the goblin king waited for Helena beside a wooden post made from an uprooted tree trunk. Chains and manacles of crude iron hung from the pole. Helena felt sick. She remembered something Margrite had said the night before about a breeding post. But surely what was the point? The goblin king had already inseminated her fertile womb, what more could he want?
"What is happening?" Helena's soft voice could barely be heard over the cheering crowd.
"They are cheering for you, my lovely princess," said Margrite.
"Why?" moaned the princess.
Margrite took her hands and helped her step up onto the stone pedestal at the base of the wooden post. The Rama woman effortlessly lifted Helena's hands and snapped the manacles onto her wrists, fully exposing her nudity and sending another ripple of excitement through the crowd.
"Your hefek liked my plan about intervening to save your father's castle," said Margrite. "He was to bond you as his concubine today, but instead he has postponed the harem ceremony to help your family. You should be happy."
"I-I am," said Helena, her eyes wide as she looked over her shoulder at the throng of goblins. "Thank you. Tell him thank you."
"You don't need to thank your king." Margrite's smile sent a cold chill through Helena. "You need to thank the warrior who will be going into battle against the barbarians that occupy your father's castle. Or, to be more accurate, you must motivate them."
"I don't...I don't...understand what I can..."
Helena tried to get
a further answer from the Rama woman, but Bashowar began to bellow in the goblin language, addressing the crowd. The hooting beasts fell silent, save for Bashowar's booming voice. The princess could not follow exactly what was being said, but she recognized some of the words and the tone was obviously that of a stirring oration from the goblin king. What made her feel sick in her tummy was the way he kept pointing at her exposed bottom.
"They're going to...they're all going to..."
Margrite must have heard the princess whispering, because she leaned her head down and softly said, "I can give you more of the aphrodisiac, my dear. It will make the time pass with great pleasure."
Helena thought about it. She was tempted to give in to the weakness of some potion and let pleasure take her away. She was very afraid, but she was also of noble blood. Courage was her birthright and she would not shrink away from what had to be done to save her family.
"I do not need a potion," she whispered. "I am...concubine of the king."
"Not yet you aren't," laughed Margrite. She ran her fingers over the princess's back, her bottom, and down her thighs. "Today, Bashowar has given you to his warriors."
At that moment, a great roar went up from the crowd of goblins. Bashowar and Margrite quickly retreated from the stone pedestal as the goblins assembled into something like a queue behind the naked princess. Short, savage fights broke out as the largest of the goblins scrapped to see which would be first.
A particularly long-limbed goblin with tattered knife-blade ears won the battle and became the first to climb the pedestal behind the princess. It seemed almost hesitant to touch her at first. It flared its long nostrils and paced behind her several times. Suddenly, its hand leapt to the knot of its loincloth and it tore away the tied fabric.
Helena almost laughed. Perhaps for a goblin it was well-endowed, but compared to Bashowar and the goblin hunter, its prick was tiny. Barely that of a man's pinky and throbbing red. The goblin seemed to sense her mocking expression and it growled. Its hands were rough and warm against her backside. It squeezed her ass and stepped closer, pressing the hot finger of its cock against her cunt. She was not aroused and so its thrust met resistance.
"Please," she gasped. "It hurts like that."
The goblin said something in its language and spread her ass cheeks apart. She glanced back over her shoulder and watched as a long strand of spittle fell from its lips and dropped, warm and slick, into her crack. The goblin laughed and ran its thumb down her crack, pushing the glob of saliva over her anus and onto the gold-fringed lips of her cunt. It wasn't much, but it provided the lubrication for its next stroke and the wee cock thrust into her tight fuckhole.
"Oooooma!" groaned the goblin warrior. He took hold of her broad hips and nearly leapt onto her ass to thrust wildly into her cunt. She realized he was jumping with each stroke, too short to take her from behind like a man, but too proud or stupid to call for something to stand upon. She might have laughed if its cock wasn't fucking roughly into her spit-lubed cunt and his heavy balls weren't banging against her clit.
"Do it," she said, through clenched teeth. "Have your fun, you little beast."
The humiliation of being fucked by a goblin in front of this excited crowd of the beasties was burning in her face. Her ass shook with each leaping thrust of the wee warrior's cock. Her pert breasts jiggled and her head bounced with the surprising force of his strokes. He lasted just long enough for her to begin to feel pleasure and then he let out a whining cry, almost a scream, and spurted his hot goblin spunk into her tight cunt. The overflowing semen dripped out of her as the goblin reluctantly withdrew.
Almost immediately, another goblin was behind her. This one with a bloodied nose and a scratch on his savage face from his unsuccessful attempt to be first. His lips curled in disgust at the sight of the cum smearing Helena's pussy. He walked around to her head and tore aside his loincloth. His cock was pink and red and marked with tiny blue capillaries. His cock was certainly more substantial than the last beastie's and he gripped it in its fingers and waggled its pink length in her face.
"Yes," she said, ashamed of the word. "Give it to me. I'll suck."
The goblin grunted and pressed his pink cock to her lips. The smell of his unwashed prick nearly gagged her. She ran her tongue over it and tasted the sour flavor, suppressing the urge to spit or scream, running her tongue around and around the goblin's swollen cockhead until the beastie thrust it between her lips. It filled her mouth, reaching just far enough to prod her throat.
Helena sucked him without the relish the aphrodisiac had given her. Her desire to vomit retreated and her revulsion began to fade. The more she sucked, the more she tasted and smelled the goblin, the less disgusted she became.
She was so intent on pleasing the beast with her mouth that she forgot about her creamed cunt, on display to the entire crowd of goblins. A scrawny runt had brought up a crude stool and he climbed atop it, standing high behind her and seemingly proud to survey the sun-licked expanse of her back and bottom. She gasped around the goblin cock between her lips as this wee warrior spit upon her tender hole and pushed a rather large cock up her ass.
Taken from both ends, the proud princess was reduced to a hot, tight pair of holes for the two goblins to relieve their lust. One fucked her mouth with increasing excitement while the other rabid warrior humped her bottom almost in a frenzy. Her ass was soon stuffed to overflowing with hot goblin spunk and she was doing her best to swallow the hot load that gushed between her lips.
More goblins quickly took the place of these two, fucking into her mouth and fucking her creamed cunt or gaped ass at their whim. Most of their cocks were mercifully quite small and entered her with ease. She moaned and gasped, only surprised when she came the first time, wailing with pleasure and lust as the fourth or fifth goblin to claim her ass spurted deep inside her.
She counted ten. She lost her count by twenty. By thirty, or thereabouts, she was in a sticky daze of goblin spunk, pleasure, and discomfort. Her legs had almost given out. She swayed and hung nearly limp in the shackles. Her belly was full to sickness with goblin cum and it leaked steadily from both of her well-fucked holes.
Far from being defeated by this endless parade of goblin cocks, Helena was triumphant. Her pleasure grew despite the friction and exhaustion. She sucked with lust and pushed back against the cocks that stabbed into her tender holes.
"Give it to me!" she cried and the goblins cheered her.
Margrite brought her water and a tea to calm her belly.
"The goblin's cum is nutritious," she said. "It will keep your strength up the more you drink. But I note you have no problem sucking the milk of the loins of these brave warriors."
"I will do what I must," said the princess, panting with exhaustion.
As Margarite talked to her another goblin took his place behind Helena and began to fuck her ass.
"Did you ever...?" wondered Helena, her head bouncing with each stroke from the goblin.
"Not like this," said Margrite. "When I was brought to the village I was claimed by several warriors and for three days they took me. When the king found out they had kept me a secret, hoarded me for their own pleasure, he punished them terribly. At first he protected me, but as I came to understand him, he relied upon me."
Margrite stroked the cum-sticky hair from Helena's eyes. The princess moaned as the goblin stuffing his cock up her ass squealed and shot her bowels full of more hot goblin spunk.
"You will be a good concubine," said the Rama woman. "You will please the king and learn the ways of the tribe, because you are a clever little bitch. I will never allow you to usurp me, but if you know your place, I can help make your life comfortable. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," said the princess.
"Good," said Margrite. She stepped back to allow a fat goblin to waddle up and thrust its cock into Helena's sore mouth. The princess immediately began sucking, prompting Margrite to smile. "That's a good girl. Keep it up, dear princess, you're almost
a quarter of the way there."
Helena let out a muffled cry of shock as another goblin thrust his cock into her sloppy quim. She was not sure how she would find the strength to endure the many warriors, but she knew she would. Her eyes watered with tears as she looked over at the goblin king, seated upon his throne, eating fruit and lazily watching her depraved humiliation. She was her king. She was her hefek.
Epilogue
The fall and a hard winter had passed over the land. A blue sky and a bright, spring sun warmed the Green Peak and the castle of di Quista. The family banners flapped in the air above the entrance to the castle. The honor guard lined the road from the old trade route and beneath the restored gatehouse. They were serious men, accustomed to many horrors of battle, but they could not hide their shock when they saw Helena. Some even muttered in disgust.
From head to toe, the princess had changed. They had heard rumors that she had sent the goblins to help them, but they had not believed it. Not even when the goblins helped them smash apart the Kornasi and slaughter the barbarians. Not even when the fat goblin king had given gifts and his Rama witch woman had conferred with Gedard the Brave. But there was no more denying it.
Helena's golden hair was matted and woven into crude braids that were festooned with feathers and beaded cords. Her delicate features were slopped with pigment in a parody of goblin war paint, the red strip across her eyes contrasted sharply with the bright blue of her eyes. She was smiling. Even though she was collared and leashed and walking beside the fat goblin king on his throne, she was smiling. Her bare breasts were decorated with goblin hand prints. Those breasts had swollen and seemed engorged, but were nothing compared to the roundness of her belly. She was laden with child. More than one by the size of her.
There was no doubt among the shocked honor guard who the sire of Helena's children was. The goblin king reached out a fat hand and rested it atop her head. He stroked Helena affectionately and her eyes glittered.
She was glad to be visiting the place she had once called home. Her pups would be born soon and she wanted to see her father and mother one final time before she was occupied with raising her litter. Bashowar had made clear that he desired strong warriors. Humans bred the largest goblin pups and he believed her royal stock would make their blood even greater.
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