Neither you nor your party listened to the warning. Despite being small and individually weak, goblins still posed a serious risk to any inexperienced adventurers, and now it was too late to listen. While it had gone well at first, you had soon become overwhelmed and, one by one defeated. Your female party members had all been killed in brutal ways, however as the only male member your fate would be different.

After being knocked unconscious by a heavy club blow to the back of your head, you woke up an indiscernible amount of time later in a makeshift cage, stripped of your clothes and weapons, surrounded on all sides by goblins eagerly licking their lips.

As you stretch and yawn loudly in the dimly lit cave, a few of the goblins growl and hunch their shoulders menacingly while others simply snicker at your expense. The chieftain, however, merely watches you with an amused glint in her eye before leaning close to whisper something into the ear of one of her warriors.

The goblin shaman sitting nearby clears his throat and says, "We have decided that since you are now our property, it would be wise to grant you a name so that we may refer to you more easily." The other goblins in the room chatter amongst themselves excitedly at this news.

Without waiting for your response, they all begin shouting out potential names, each one more ridiculous and demeaning than the last: "Fleshstick!" "...Sex-Toy..." "...Ruttin'-St

The chieftain nods slowly in consideration before announcing, "Very well, our human slave will be known as Max." She pauses, regarding you with a predatory grin. "Now then, Max," she says, her voice low and husky, "are you ready to start your new life serving us?" Her words send a shiver down your spine despite yourself.

The goblins around you all laugh and jeer, their taunts only serving to remind you of your helpless situation. The chief chuckles darkly before leaning close once more, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Don't worry, Max. You'll get used to it...and before long, you'll be begging for us."

"Ha!" The goblins in the chamber erupt into laughter at your words. Even the chieftain lets out a snicker, eyes sparkling with amusement. One of the younger goblins, barely older than an adolescent human, squeezes past you, pressing her body flush against yours and grinds her hips against your cock.

"I like how eager you are already!" she giggles before darting back away from you just as quickly, drawing a chorus of excited shrieks from the other goblins around the cave. You feel hands grabbing at your body all over, exploring every inch with an almost hungry desperation.

"Welcome to your new home, Max," the chief chuckles darkly, "you'll be happy here...in time."

You hear one of the shamans mutter something under

The chieftain watches you with amusement as you struggle to find something to say in response to her welcoming words. One of the older goblins, a particularly plump and voluptuous specimen, waddles over and plants herself directly before you, bracing her hands on her wide hips and letting out a long, loud belch that echoes through the cavern.

"Ah," she says with a satisfied smile, "that's better." Her pale green eyes flick up to meet yours for a brief moment before drifting lower once more, taking in the obvious signs of your arousal. Without another word, she sinks down onto her haunches and beckons you closer with one pudgy finger.

"Come here, Max," she growls, "and show me what good use I can put this fat ass to." The other goblins nearby howl with laughter

As you approach the plump goblin, your sense of smell is assailed by her musky odor. Her thighs are already parted, revealing a dark tuft of hair above a moist, pink entrance that seems to be practically begging for your cock. The goblin grins wickedly at your eager approach, bracing herself with one hand on the ground as she spreads her legs even wider.

"Go ahead," she growls, "put it in." Her other hand drops to pet her breasts possessively through her thin shirt, already slick with anticipation. The rest of the goblins crowd around you, their hot breath and eager gazes sending another wave of arousal coursing through your body as they watch expectantly for what will happen next.

As you push into the plump goblin's willing sex, a shock of pleasure ripples through your body as her wet heat engulfs you in an instant. She gasps and arches her back, forcing more of your length inside her with every motion. The other goblins in the room howl their approval, their enthusiasm only adding to the intense sensations wracking your body.

"Fuck me," she growls hoarsely, bucking her hips against yours as you begin to pump steadily in and out of her. Her plump ass cheeks quiver with each thrust, slapping against your thighs in time with your movements. Soon enough, you feel yourself growing closer to the edge, ready to release inside this hot, eager goblin's body. "Cum for me," she pants, digging her nails into your shoulders

With a cry of triumph, the plump goblin's body goes rigid as you empty your seed deep inside her. Her muscles clench and unclench rhythmically around you, squeezing every last drop from your cock as she milks you dry. The other goblins cheer and jeer in delight at the sight of their "breeding slave" fulfilling his purpose so spectacularly.

Finally, her body goes limp once more, allowing you to pull out of her slick channel with a wet pop. She remains where she is for a moment, panting heavily before finally turning away and sauntering back over to the other goblins in the room. One of them, a smaller and leaner female, eagerly approaches to take her place.

"Well done, Max," the chieftain says with a nod, her gaze narrowed as

The chieftain nods slowly in appreciation as you seem eager to continue serving your new "mistresses." She gestures toward the goblin who had been waiting patiently, motioning for you to take her place. As you approach, she parts her legs and spreads herself wide, practically inviting you into her moist, hot folds.

Surrounded by lewd cackles and hungry eyes, you lower yourself onto the plump goblin's waiting entrance, feeling her tightness engulf your aching cock as it disappears inside her body. Her hips buck upward to meet yours, urging you deeper into her welcoming warmth while the other goblins grope and pinch at your flesh, their touch only serving to heighten your arousal further.

The plump goblin growls with satisfaction as you roughly thrust your hips against hers, grinding your cock deep inside her welcoming body. The other goblins around you whoop and holler in delight at the sight of their new breeding slave eagerly taking control over one of their own.

Her small, nimble hands slide up to grip your shoulders tightly as she meets each of your thrusts with equal force. Her body is covered in a light sheen of sweat now, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her. The other goblins in the room press closer around you, their hot breath fanning across your skin as they eagerly await their turn to ride your cock.

As you approach the climax of your orgasm, the plump goblin arches her back and cries out in pleasure as she comes around you, the tight walls of her sex clenching rhythmically until your release is forced from your cock in hot spurts. The other goblins cheer even louder now, their anticipation nearly unbearable as they eagerly await their own turns on your cock.

The plump goblin collapses forward against you with a loud groan, breathing heavily for several moments before finally pulling away and sitting up once more. She glares at the other goblins with narrowed eyes before growling, "Get back! He's mine!" Her sudden claim causes a ripple of surprised laughter through the group but does nothing to deter them from pressing closer around you, their hands exploring your body

The plump goblin's possessive growl and sudden claim on you only seems to spur the other goblins into greater excitement. They hoot and holler, laughing and jostling against one another as they eagerly await their turn to ride your cock. The chieftain, amused by the display of dominance between her female subjects, watches from the sidelines with a smirk.

As the other goblins continue to crowd around you, their excitement building with every passing moment, the plump goblin who'd taken you first clasps her hands possessively on your shoulders and growls, "Mine!" Her tone leaves no room for argument as she meets your gaze defiantly. Her fierce protectiveness of what she considers hers only serves to further arouse the other females in the room, their lustful cries filling the air like a primal chorus.

The plump goblin yelps in surprise and pleasure as you force your cock inside her again. She clings to your shoulders, moaning loudly as your movements send shockwaves of sensation through her body. The other goblins nearby watch enviously, some reaching out to grope at you or stroke their own bodies longingly.

The chieftain, seeing the opportunity for a bit of fun and perhaps to teach the plump goblin a lesson about sharing, motions for another female to approach. A younger, more lithe goblin immediately obeys, eyeing you hungrily as she straddles your waist. "Come on," the chieftain says with a wicked grin, "why don't you show her how it's done?" Her words spur the eager female into action; she lowers herself onto your cock, taking it deeper into her

As the young goblin rides you, her tight body sliding up and down your shaft with an expertise that even surprises the plump female who'd claimed you first, the others in the room watch hungrily, their anticipation mounting. The chieftain smirks, satisfied to see the lesson being taught. She idly fingers a thick root nearby as she watches her subjects engage in this primitive mating ritual, seemingly lost in thought.

The plump goblin clings tightly to your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she tries desperately to hold onto you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each exhale hot and moist against your neck as she attempts to maintain control over the situation. But it's clear that this new, younger female is a force to be reckoned with; her movements are powerful yet graceful, and every

The young goblin lets out a cry of triumph as she feels your cock pulse within her, depositing your hot seed deep inside her body. She collapses forward onto your chest, breathing heavily for several moments before finally raising her head and glaring at the plump female who'd first claimed you. "See?" she pants, "That's how it's done." The other goblins in the chamber break out into cheers and jeers, their excited chatter filling the air as they watch your spent body collapse back against the soft ground with a sigh.

The plump goblin growls angrily at you before turning her ire toward the younger female who's just ridden you. "That wasn't fair," she snarls, baring her teeth in anger. The chieftain raises an eyebrow at this display of dominance

The chieftain watches the interaction between the two goblins with amusement before clapping slowly, drawing everyone's attention back to her. "Very well," she says, a predatory smile playing on her lips, "it seems we have ourselves a bit of a competition on our hands." Her gaze shifts briefly between you and the two goblins in question before settling once more on the plump one.

"You seemed to think he was yours," she continues, "so I'll give you another chance. But if anyone else takes him from you..." She leaves the threat hanging in the air as her eyes flicker meaningfully toward the younger goblin who rode you so expertly before. The tension in the room grows palpable as every goblin present waits eagerly to see how this little game will play out.

The plump goblin snorts derisively at your comment and growls, "We'll see about that." She steps closer to you, her body brushing against yours suggestively as she continues to eye the other female in the room warily. The younger goblin watches carefully from her perch on your chest, a smirk playing across her lips.

Without warning, the plump goblin grabs a handful of your hair and yanks back hard, forcing you to look into her eyes. "You're mine," she hisses through clenched teeth, "and I won't let anyone take what's rightfully mine." Her grip on your hair tightens painfully as she hoists you up onto unsteady feet and presses your body against hers, her hard nipples digging into your chest.

The other goblins in the room watch

"Hmph." The chieftain's expression remains impassive as she watches the unfolding drama between the two goblins. When you speak of being theirs, her eyes flick briefly toward yours before returning to rest on the plump one's face. "I will admit," she says slowly, "it does seem rather...intriguing..." Her voice trails off as she considers the situation.

The other goblins in the chamber exchange nervous glances, not sure whether they should be encouraging their chieftain or waiting to see how she'll react. The plump goblin tightens her grip on your hair and pulls you closer still, pressing her body against yours even more firmly as she challenges the younger female with a dark look in her eye.

The plump goblin freezes at your touch, her body tensing as she realizes what you're doing. A flicker of surprise crosses her features before being replaced with a look of suspicion and annoyance. She glares daggers at the younger female beside you, who in turn meets her gaze evenly and returns it unflinchingly.

Tension fills the air once more as every goblin present holds their breath, waiting to see how this standoff will play out. The chieftain continues to watch with amusement etched into her features, clearly enjoying the show being put on for her entertainment.

The chieftain purses her lips thoughtfully as she considers your words. "Hmm...very well," she finally says, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes. She gestures for the other goblins to clear a space around you, and they quickly obey, backing away with nervous laughter.

"Since you two seem so intent on claiming our new breeding slave," she continues, motioning between the two of you, "then I say we let nature take its course." Her gaze flicks briefly toward each of you before settling once more on their leader's face. "Begin," she says simply, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The plump goblin and the younger one exchange a calculating glance before the younger one steps forward, her lips pulling back in a snarl as she bares her teeth. The plump goblin responds in kind, h

As you take your place on the ground between the two goblins, their gazes locked on one another in a battle for dominance, the other females in the chamber let out excited whoops and jeers. The chieftain watches the scene unfolding before her with keen interest, a small smile playing across her lips as she wonders which of the two will emerge victorious.

The younger goblin lunges forward, her hands curled into claws as she rakes them down the plump one's body in a powerful swipe. The older goblin shrieks in pain and surprise, stumbling backward as she tries to defend herself against this unexpected attack. Her efforts are hampered by the bulky folds of her fat and hairy sex, which only provide an inviting target for further assaults.

Meanwhile, you watch from your place on the ground, heart racing with anticip

The younger goblin presses her advantage, darting forward again and sinking her teeth into the plump one's arm in a savage attack. The older goblin howls in agony, clawing frantically at the smaller female as she tries desperately to defend herself. Blood drips from the wounds on her arm, further fueling the rage within both combatants.

The other goblins in the room surge forward, eager to join in the fray and lend their strength to either side. They shove each other aside, clawing at one another's faces and tearing at clothing as they struggle for purchase in the chaotic melee. The chieftain watches intently, a cruel smile playing across her lips as she savors the violence before her.

As the two females grapple with each other, their bodies intertwined in a tangled mass.

The two goblins roll across the ground, their nails clawing at each other's flesh and their teeth snapping in a deadly dance. The chieftain watches with keen interest, her face lit up by the primal fury that burns within them both. Suddenly, the younger goblin manages to pin the plump one beneath her, her body arched above hers as she savagely bites down on the tender flesh of her neck. With a choked gurgle, the plump one's struggles weaken and finally cease altogether.

The other goblins in the room erupt into cheers and jeers, their bodies thrumming with the energy of battle as they watch their leaders emerge victorious. The younger goblin laughs triumphantly, a raspy, dangerous sound that echoes through the chamber. Standing slowly, she approaches you and bends

The younger goblin grins ferally at you as she kneels beside your prone form. "My name's Kha'Zhul," she growls, running a dirty claw down your chest. Her eyes glitter with excitement and triumph in the dim light of the cave chamber. "And now that I've proven myself to be stronger than her...you belong to me."

Her words are laced with challenge, daring you to defy her claim. The other goblins watch eagerly from around you, their gazes flickering between Kha'Zhul and yourself expectantly as they wait for your response. Your heart races in your chest; the air feels heavy with anticipation.

"Good," Kha'Zhul purrs, pressing herself against you as she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you close. "Because I want you all to myself." Her words are hot against your ear as she nips gently at your lobe before leaning back and regarding you with a predatory glint in her eye. She stands, pulling you up beside her as the other goblins watch with interest.

The chieftain fixes Kha'Zhul with an appraising look, nodding slightly before turning her attention to the battered and bloody body of the former plump goblin. With a casual flick of her wrist, she sends the corpse sprawling across the floor at her feet. "Well done, Kha'Zhul," she says coolly. "I'm sure our new breeding slave will serve you well."

Kha'Zhul grins wickedly and nods at your suggestion. With a sharp motion, she beckons for you to follow her deeper into the cavern complex. The other goblins watch hungrily as you trail after their new leader, no doubt already imagining what delightful things Kha'Zhul has in store for you both. She turns to face the chieftain one last time before vanishing into the shadows with you. "Rest assured," she says mockingly, her voice carrying clearly through the quiet darkness, "he won't be trouble anytime soon." The chieftain responds with a knowing smirk as Kha'Zhul disappears entirely from view, leaving only the sounds of your laboured breathing and the shuffle of your feet against the rocky floor to betray your presence.

Kha'Zhul leads you deeper into the labyrinthine caverns that form the heart of their tribe's home. The light grows dimmer as you continue, the only illumination provided by flickering torches mounted on the walls and a few glowing mushrooms dotting the floor here and there. The air feels cool and damp against your skin, raising goosebumps on your flesh even through your thin leather tunic. You can feel Kha'Zhul's hot breath against the base of your neck as she trails her fingers up and down your back, her nails digging into your skin playfully with every pass.

Finally, they come to a halt in front of a large, ornate stone door set into the cavern wall. The carvings upon its surface are intricate and old, depicting scenes of goblins engaged in various acts of fertility