August25-Update2 + Short Story (Patreon)

Heya, 2nd update for this month include the story, let me know what do you think about this, any suggestion are welcome.

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Preview of the story.

Goblin's Embrace: The Princess's Secret

The air in the cave, thick with the scent of wet earth and goblin musk, felt more real to the princess than the sterile, fragrant halls of her golden palace. She knelt on the cold ground, her twin braids of blonde hair falling over her shoulders like streams of moonlight. The contrast was stark her skin, as flawless as polished marble, was a canvas against the rough, green hides of her two companions. Her gold crown, adorned with a single ruby, felt heavy on her head, a symbol of a life she despised. Her gold puldrons and collar, the intricate bracelets and gloves, and the feet bracelets all of it felt like a costume for a play she no longer wished to perform.

In this darkness, she was not a princess. She was just a woman, a body of soft curves and swollen flesh, a woman with a slim waist that flowed into a huge ass and a massive pair of breasts that strained against the constraints of her royal undergarments. She was a woman for these goblins.

The first goblin, a scrawny creature with a hunched back and a wide, ugly grin, positioned himself behind her. His fingers, tipped with blunt, dirty nails, were a jarring sight against her perfect skin. He pushed himself against her, and she felt the enormous girth of his cock, a thick, pulsating mass, press against the wetness of her pussy. He slid into her, and she gasped, a sharp, broken sound.

Ohh...

Her hips began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that met his powerful thrusts. His hand, heavy and coarse, grabbed her right hip, holding her in place as he began to pound into her. His breath was a hot, rank gust on the back of her neck, smelling of raw meat and earth. It was a smell of freedom. A smell that promised everything her world denied her.

Ah...ah!

Behind her, the goblin let out a low, rasping chuckle. "Keh... keh... keh..."

He finds my pleasure amusing. He sees the truth of my lust, the truth that my people would never believe. What if my fiancé, the noble prince of the Elven Kingdom, saw me like this? Saw me on my knees, my perfect body being used by a dirty, disgusting creature he would hunt for sport? He would be horrified. And that thought… it makes me even wetter. It makes me want this even more.

The second goblin, even smaller and dirtier than the first, knelt between her thighs. His eyes, two chips of obsidian, gleamed with pure, unfiltered lust. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her head, his fingers tangling in her twin braids. He held her head firmly, pulling her face closer to his crotch. His other hand, with a practiced motion, guided his monstrous cock towards her mouth.

Sshh...

She parted her lips, her tongue, a delicate pink thing, a stark contrast to his rough, dark flesh. He pushed his cock forward, and she took him in, her throat tightening around the unfamiliar girth. Her wide, luminous eyes stared up at his face. He wasn't looking at a princess. He was looking at a willing hole to be filled, a beautiful vessel for his filth.

Ughh...

A faint whimper escaped her lips as his cock pushed deeper. She felt him swell, his cock thickening inside her mouth. The taste was something she had grown to crave musky and sharp, the taste of forbidden power.

I am a princess. I am a symbol of purity. My people believe my body is a temple. But they don’t know that this temple is already desecrated. I am a whore for these brutes, and I have never felt more free. This is who I am. My fiancé would never understand this. He would never understand the pleasure I find in being used, in being a receptacle for their filthy, wonderful cock.

The goblin in front of her let out a low, wet chuckle. "Khiek... khiikk."