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.

The goblins laugh at your futile attempts to escape, surrounding the cage and blocking your every move. You try to batter at the bars with your fists, but they only wobble slightly beneath the impact. As you continue to struggle uselessly, several of the larger goblins step forward, reaching through the bars and beginning to fondle your body roughly.

"Hmm... interesting," mutters one of the older goblin females nearby. "He's got a lot of energy, and good stamina..." The other female goblins titter in agreement, eagerly awaiting their turn to get a feel of you for themselves.

You slap away the groping hands and hurl yourself at the bars of the cage in a desperate attempt to escape, but it's no use; they won't budge. Your shoulder connects painfully with wood and you fall back onto the cold stone floor of your prison, gasping for air and clutching at your sore limb. The amused chittering of the goblins around you turns to jeering laughter as they gather closer, their tiny claws prickling against your exposed flesh.

Suddenly, a tall and powerful-looking goblin steps through the throng, her green skin glinting with an unnatural sheen in the dim light of the cavern. You quickly recognize her as the chieftain; her dominance over the other goblins is obvious. She eyes you up and down before speaking in a low, menacing growl.

"Hmm... this one might be fun," the chieftain mutters, her eyes narrowing in what you can only assume is predatory hunger. "But first..." She snaps her fingers, and several of the younger goblins scurry off into the darkness, returning moments later with a slimy-looking blue mushroom. The chieftain thrusts it roughly under your nose, her disgusting breath fogging up your vision as she demands, "Eat."

Your heart races in fear and revulsion, but you know better than to refuse the order of the powerful goblin chieftain. Reluctantly, you open your mouth and accept the foul mushroom, swallowing it down with a shudder.

The mushroom takes effect almost immediately, sending shockwaves of unnatural desire coursing through your body as your cock begins to twitch in anticipation of what's coming next. You watch with growing horror as the chieftain steps even closer, her sharp fangs gleaming menacingly and her muscled arms flexing beneath a pelt of dirty fur. With one powerful thrust, she impales herself on your hardening shaft, moaning deep in her throat as she begins to ride you roughly, the rest of the goblins watching with hungry eyes as they eagerly await their turn.

The other goblins exchange eager glances as they watch the chieftain take you as her own, her small body riding yours with expertise and a brutality that leaves you moaning in pain and pleasure. One by one, they take their turns, each more vicious than the last as they seemingly compete for dominance over your helpless form. You are taken, used and abused over and over again until your limbs feel like jelly and your voice is hoarse from screaming. Finally, spent and aching in every way possible, you're roughly thrown onto the cold stone floor of the prison cell where you're left to recover as best you can before being used once more.

"Shut up, human!" one of the older goblins snaps at you, slapping your face hard enough to make your head spin. "You're our property now! You belong to us and will do as we say!" The other goblins around her chuckle nastily in response.

It doesn't take long for the guards to grow tired of listening to your pleas; they begin hitting you each time they hear you make a sound, silencing you into submission. Your body aches from the beatings and the constant violation it has endured at the hands of the goblins, but still you manage to survive... for now.

"Oh?" One goblin with pointy ears perks up at your words, peering through the bars of the cage at you curiously. "And what makes you think we'd want that worthless thing, hmm?" she asks snidely, giving your limp member a disgusted glance before looking back up at your face.

The other goblins seem to take her words as a challenge, and their laughter turns nasty as they begin prodding and poking at your body once more, testing just how much pain you can endure. "No!" the goblin with pointy ears finally says after a moment of considering. She leans in closer, practically brushing her green-stained nose against yours. "We'll take your seed when we decide it's time... and not before." Her sharp teeth gleam in the dim light as she gives you a wicked grin.

The goblin with pointy ears smirks and nods at your words before stepping back to let the other guards have a go. They prod and poke you mercilessly, some even going as far as squeezing your nipples or pinching your tender flesh between their claws. You cry out in pain, tears streaming down your cheeks, but no one pays any attention to your pleas for mercy. The pain feels like it's spreading through every inch of your body, leaving you numb and exhausted from the constant onslaught.

After what seems like an eternity, a young female goblin finally approaches with an eager grin on her face. Her dark eyes scan over your naked form before settling on your crotch. "Alright," she growls, "let's see how hard you can get for me..." With that, she stuffs

The young female goblin sits beside the cage and begins to stroke your limp cock with a look of hunger in her eyes. Your body reacts instantly, blood rushing to your groin as you become aroused under her touch. She leans close, smelling your neck before growling, "Mmm... not bad..." With that, she stands and backhands one of the other guards, sending them flying into the wall with a pained grunt. Before they can react, she straddles you, positioning herself over your aching cock. "Let's see how well you take this, human..." With that, she lowers herself onto your shaft with a lewd moan.

Her body feels impossibly tight and hot around you, the goblin woman grinding her hips as she rides you roughly. She curses in what must be goblin, her breath tickling

Her eyes widen and she gasps as you thrust deeper into her than ever before, the movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. With a shrill cry, the goblin woman comes hard around your cock, her muscles clamping down tightly on you in an intense orgasm that lasts for what seems like an eternity. Your seed spurts deep inside her, filling her womb with your essence as she collapses bonelessly onto the cold stone floor of the prison cell.

The other goblins cheer and laugh around you, their claws clicking together in appreciation for the display of dominance. The young female goblin who had just orgasmed lies motionless next to your cage, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain her strength. Several of the other goblins eye you hungrily, already beginning to strip off

The other goblins laugh cruelly at your defiance, and several of them scramble closer to the bars, their tiny claws clicking against the cold metal as they eye you hungrily. The chieftain, who had been watching with amusement from the back of the group, casually steps forward and pats one of her strongest warriors on the shoulder. "You," she growls menacingly. "Take care of this one."

The female goblin shudders at the sound of her chieftain's voice but doesn't hesitate; instead, she launches herself onto the bars of the cage and climbs through with a grace that belies her tiny size. With murder in her eyes, she stalks towards you, her lithe frame moving with predatory ease as she prepares to take what is hers by right.

The angry goblin woman's eyes go wide with surprise and then rage as you grab her ass and shove your tongue into her asshole, ignoring her strength completely. Her powerful legs kick out in anger, trying to free herself from your grasp while she claws at your face in an attempt to blind you. You can feel the goblin's thick snake-like tail whipping wildly behind her, slapping against the bars of the cage and making them clatter in protest as she struggles mightily against your unexpected assault.

Suddenly, another goblin, even more formidable than this one appears beside her cage, holding a massive curved blade that gleams with an unnatural light. With a roar of anger, it plunges the weapon through the bars and straight into your chest cavity, pinning you to the floor as blood pours out around you in a g

You gasp in pain as the unnatural light emanating from the blade coursing through your body, feeling it seep into every fiber of your being. The angry goblin woman beside you continues to struggle against her bonds and yours, seemingly oblivious to the fact that you are dying right before her eyes. The rest of the goblins look on with cold, detached curiosity, their tiny claws clicking against various surfaces as they watch the drama unfold. Soon enough, your struggling grows weaker and you feel yourself slipping away into the darkness of unconsciousness. Your last thought is of the shocked expression still etched onto the angry goblin's face as she realizes that her conquest has come to an abrupt end.

The goblins stare at you with disdain as their chieftain approaches your still form. She glances down at you, her eyes narrowing in thought before speaking with a sigh, "I suppose I can heal him... but from now on, he belongs to me." The other goblins nod in agreement, their eyes flickering between the chieftain and your prone body. With a wave of her hand, she speaks a few words in their native tongue and the curved blade embedded in your chest slowly disappears from view, taking its unnatural light with it. You feel yourself begin to breathe again, but your relief is short-lived as the chieftain snarls at you, "You will be mine, human. You will do as I say and service me whenever I want." Your face flames red in shame as you realize that though you have been spared

You feel the weight of her words like an anchor around your neck, unable to summon the courage to protest or defy her. The chieftain studies you for a long moment before finally nodding and turning away, moving back amongst her people with a satisfied smile on her face. Your body aches from the beating it took earlier and the relentless use it has endured since then; all you want is some rest... but even in sleep, there's no escaping the fact that you now belong to the goblins.

The other goblins eye you warily as you apologize to them, unsure whether to believe your words. The chieftain looks pleased, however, and that seems to be enough for now; none of the lesser goblins dare defy her judgment. You feel a hand grab your arm roughly, pulling you up off the cold stone floor as someone drags you back into the darkness of your cell. A moment later, a soft blanket is placed on the ground beside you and another goblin gestures for you to lie down.

"Rest," they growl at you before turning their back and disappearing into the shadows. You are left alone once more with nothing but your thoughts and the lingering pain in your body to keep you company. Despite everything, you find yourself falling asleep eventually; there's simply no fight left in you.

The other goblins keep their distance as they watch you sleep, unsure whether you are truly repentant and submissive or just playing them for fools. The chieftain stands at the entrance of your cell, her keen eyes studying every movement you make as if to gauge your sincerity. Time passes slowly in this place, marked only by the occasional grunts and moans from other goblins who share your fate. You are their plaything, nothing more; you have no say in what happens to you or when it will end. And yet... there is a certain comfort to be found in this helplessness, in surrendering control entirely and letting others decide your fate. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, both terrifying and oddly arousing at the same time.

The soft glow of a torch casts dancing shadows across the rough stone walls as you wake up, disoriented for a moment before remembering where you are. Your body feels heavy and aches in places you didn't know could ache, but at least you're alive... for now. A few other goblins lie sleeping nearby, their chests rising and falling slowly with each breath. The chieftain stands sentry by the entrance to your cell, her green eyes locked on yours as if daring you to try something stupid.

You shift carefully onto your elbows, careful not to make any sudden movements that might provoke the others around you. It's still dark outside; dawn must be hours away yet. Gingerly, you rise to your feet, taking stock of your surroundings as best you can in the dim light. Your prison cell looks much like all the rest - cold,

The chieftain narrows her eyes as you speak, studying your body language and tone of voice. For a long moment, she says nothing; then, finally, her expression softens slightly. "We shall see," she growls at last before gesturing for you to follow her out of the cell.

You hesitate only briefly before obeying, not wanting to give this goblin any excuse to change her mind about your fate. The others in the tribe watch with interest as you're led away, their eyes assessing you carefully. You feel a chill run down your spine at the realization that your life is now entirely in the hands of these brutal creatures, but try not to let it show.

The chieftain leads you deeper into the lair, away from the other cells and towards a part of the cavern that you've not seen before. The further you go, the warmer it gets; steam rises off the ground here and there, the air heavy with moisture. Finally, she stops in front of a small pool of water set into the rock floor, its surface bubbling and steaming gently. "You will stay here until I summon you again," she growls before turning on her heel and stalking off, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

The warmth from the spring soothes your aching muscles as you lower yourself into the water, letting out a soft sigh of relief. Around you, strange plants and mosses grow, their colors vibrant despite the dim light. This place feels almost... peaceful, compared to the rest of the lair.

Hours pass as you sit by the warm spring, watching steam rise lazily into the air above you. Your mind wanders, remembering the people and places you left behind in the human world, wondering if they even know that you've been taken captive by these savage creatures. Despite your fear of what will happen if you anger the chieftain or any other goblin, a part of you can't help but dream of escape...

Suddenly, a commotion breaks out nearby; footsteps pound against the stone as several more goblins rush past your hiding spot, their eyes fixed on something or someone beyond your line of sight. With growing trepidation, you follow them down a dimly lit corridor, unable to tear your gaze away from the scene unfolding before you...

The goblins lead you to what appears to be a sacrificial altar, adorned with skulls and the remains of long-dead creatures. A figure lies bound upon it, struggling weakly against their bonds as they realize their fate. Your heart races in fear; could this be another human being? You watch helplessly as the chieftain steps forward, her face contorted with a mix of lust and hatred.

"No!" you shout desperately, finally finding your voice. "Don't kill them! I'll do anything!" The other goblins turn to look at you now, their expressions ranging from shock to curiosity. The chieftain narrows her eyes, considering your words carefully before giving a cold, cruel laugh.

"So," she says with a sneer, "you finally remember who's in charge here." She strokes the bound

The chieftain studies you with a calculating gaze, her expression unreadable as she ponders your offer. The other goblins hover nearby, waiting eagerly to see what their leader will decide. Finally, she snorts and steps closer, looming over you menacingly. "You may have some use for me after all," she hisses, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "But know this: I am still in control here."

With a cruel laugh, she gestures for the bound figure to be brought forward. As they approach, you realize with horror that it is not another human being - but one of the young goblins who had been so viciously used by the tribe earlier tonight. The other goblins drag the struggling youth before their chieftain as she walks over to stand directly behind him.

"You," she growls, "will show

"You," she growls, "will show this human what true pain is." Her green eyes gleam with cruel intent as she roughly pushes the youth to his knees. With a powerful thrust, she violates the young goblin from behind, their combined moans filling the air of the altar. The other goblins cheer and jeer, some even taking turns at raping the helpless form while others grab you roughly, dragging you closer for their own twisted amusement.

The pain in your body flares anew as you are used like this, but you force yourself not to make a sound, determined to prove your usefulness to the chieftain and maybe save the life of at least one goblin from her cruel whims. As time passes, the chieftain's thrusts become harder and more brutal, her claws digging deep into the flesh of both you and the bound youth

The other goblins cheer and jeer, some even taking turns at raping the helpless form while others grab you roughly, dragging you closer for their own twisted amusement. The pain in your body flares anew as you are used like this, but you force yourself not to make a sound, determined to prove your usefulness to the chieftain and maybe save the life of at least one goblin from her cruel whims. As time passes, the chieftain's thrusts become harder and more brutal, her claws digging deep into the flesh of both you and the bound youth beneath her.

Suddenly, she pulls back and looks down at you with a sneer. "Now it's your turn," she growls before roughly pushing you face-first onto the altar, just out of reach of the struggling goblin boy beneath. With brutal force, she

grinds her hips against your back as she forces herself inside you, driving you deep onto the altar stone with each powerful thrust. The others around you jeer and clap in time to her movements, their cruel laughter ringing through the chamber. Her claws dig into your flesh, tearing at muscle and tendon as she takes you roughly, using you for her pleasure despite your protests and pleas for mercy.

As the chieftain's orgasm finally crashes over her, she releases a feral growl that echoes through the cavern, accompanied by a spray of warm fluid against your back. Panting heavily, she pulls free and stands, wiping her hands on her leathers as if to cleanse them from your touch.

The other goblins disperse, some returning to their duties within the cavern while others gather around the still-bound youth, eager for their

The youth lies on the altar, trembling and sobbing as the goblins gather around him once more. You cannot tear your eyes away from the horrifying scene before you, feeling a mixture of helplessness and guilt as you watch them take their pleasure from the poor creature again and again. It seems that there will be no escape for either of you tonight... or perhaps ever.

The chieftain strolls over to where you lie, sprawled on the cold stone floor, her eyes narrowed in appraisal. "You amused me," she says at last, not unkindly. "You may live a little longer." She gestures for one of her underlings to bring you water, and after a moment, the goblin returns with a muddy flask. With shaking hands, you drink greedily from it, feeling a measure of relief wash over you as your parched

The chieftain studies you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a snort of amusement, she slaps you hard across the face, drawing blood from your already bruised lips. "There will be plenty of things you can do for me," she growls before turning on her heel and stalking away. The other goblins exchange knowing looks amongst themselves as they watch you cower in fear beneath their leader's gaze. You have no doubt that this is only the beginning of your suffering, but for now, at least you've bought yourself some time.

The hours stretch out into days, and each one brings with it a new torment at the hands of these cruel creatures. You are used in every possible way imaginable: raped, fucked, penetrated with their twisted appendages... even eaten alive by some of the larger goblins. Still

The hope that you cling to is like a drowning man's last breath; no matter how tenuous and impossible it may seem, it keeps you alive even as the weight of your suffering threatens to crush you entirely. You offer yourself up time and again, begging for mercy or simply trying anything to avoid the torments that seem destined to consume you. And yet, despite these efforts, the chieftain remains unmoved; she takes your pleas as nothing more than a sign of your continued weakness, a source of amusement to be exploited for her own twisted pleasure.

As the weeks turn into months and then years, you begin to lose track of time entirely. The cavern around you becomes as familiar as your own skin; you can navigate its dark corners blindfolded. The other goblins, once strange and exotic creatures, have now become little more than extensions of yourself; parts of

The goblins grow to appreciate your servitude over the years, and some even take pity on you in their own cruel way. You become a permanent fixture within the cavern, always available for their pleasure whenever they desire it. Your mouth becomes as accustomed to the taste of their flesh as your ears are to the sound of their savage laughter, and your tongue knows every inch of their moist folds and stinky assholes by heart. You are no longer a human being with dreams and hopes; you are nothing more than a living piece of meat, existing solely for the pleasure of these vile creatures.

One day, perhaps decades after your capture, something miraculous happens: The chieftain growls at you, not in anger or lust, but with an air of dismissal. Her green eyes bore into yours as she beckons you closer with a crooked finger,

As you cautiously approach the towering figure of the chieftain, she cocks her head to the side and studies you for a long moment before speaking. "You have proven yourself useful in ways even I did not expect," she growls, her voice deep and rough. "From now on, you will be known as my pet." The other goblins within earshot laugh and jeer at this declaration; some seem amused while others appear disgusted by the notion of sharing their beloved chieftain with a mere human.

She reaches out with a clawed hand, her nails long and sharp as they brush against your cheek. "And when I tire of playing with you," she continues in that same dangerous tone, "I will send you back to your own world." Your heart skips a beat at the thought; after all these years trapped within this nightmarish realm, the idea of returning

The chieftain narrows her eyes at your use of the word "master," but for now, she chooses not to correct you. Instead, she leans in closer still, until their faces are barely inches apart and the hot breath from her lungs tickles your skin. "From this moment forth," she growls menacingly, emphasizing each word with a sharp tap against your chest, "you belong to me."

With that final pronouncement, the chieftain turns and stalks away, leaving you standing there amidst the laughter and jeers of her tribe. Despite their mockery, you feel strangely elated; finally, after all these years, there is hope for escape... or at least the promise of a new existence within this cruel world. The pain in your body fades into the background as adrenaline courses through your veins, giving you strength where before there was only despair.

The chieftain's return to her former favoritism of you catches the other goblins off-guard, and for a moment there is silence in the cavern. Their eyes dart between you and their leader, confusion warring with envy on their cruel faces. But as soon as they realize that she has truly bestowed this new role upon you, they begin to scheme and plot against each other once more; after all, if there's one thing goblins understand, it's hierarchy.

The chieftain spends the next few days using you for her pleasure in every way imaginable: You service her pussy and ass with equal abandon, eager to prove yourself worthy of your new station. Even the other goblins seem to enjoy watching you at times, their eyes glinting with a strange mix of amusement and jealousy as they watch their leader writhe in ecstasy

After a week of intense training and servitude, the chieftain finally allows you to share her bed. Your heart races as she beckons you closer, her hand sliding up your thigh before cupping your growing erection possessively. With practiced ease, she guides your hard length to her waiting lips, swallowing you down until only the crown remains exposed. Her eyes never leave yours as she begins to bob her head, taking more of you inside with each deep thrust.

The other goblins watch in a mixture of fascination and lust, their claws clicking rhythmically against stone or flesh. Some whisper amongst themselves, speculating on the reasons for your sudden rise to favor; others take this opportunity to sneak away unnoticed, intent on finding their own forms of amusement for the night.

As the chieftain takes you deeper and faster, her lips slide effortlessly up and

The chieftain growls in response to your question, the sound vibrating deep in her throat as she takes more of you into her mouth. Her gaze never leaves yours, boring into your soul with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. As she feels your passion seeping into her body through your cock, a strange heat begins to build within her; it's as if some part of her starved for this connection, this raw emotion.

Without warning, she pulls back, releasing you from her mouth with a wet pop. Her other hand reaches up to grip your chin roughly, holding your head still as she presses forward once more, her lips finding yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no doubt about who is in charge here. Her tongue tangles with yours as her hips begin to move against you; she rides your lap like a hungry animal, demanding satisfaction even

The taste of you on her tongue sends a thrill racing through the chieftain's body as she feels your eager grinding against her. The grip on your chin tightens, and with a snarl, she speeds up, her hips moving in perfect sync with yours. Your passion fuels hers, igniting something deep inside her that she hasn't felt in centuries. The other goblins have long since abandoned any pretense of watching, instead devoting themselves to their own carnal pleasures around the cavern as they sense the raw power radiating from you both.

Your words send a shiver down the chieftain's spine; she hasn't been called "master" in such a long time that the sound feels foreign on her tongue, yet at the same time, it fills her with an intoxicating sense of ownership and control over you. The thought of having you by her side forever... it's almost too much to bear. As your cock throbs inside her mouth and against her hand, she moans deeply, arching her back as a powerful orgasm washes over her, forcing you to choke down her release as she lets go with a growl.

Her muscles tense, holding you in place for what feels like an eternity before finally relaxing. With a satisfied grunt, she pulls away, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand as if to cleanse herself from your taste. The other goblins break out into raucous cheers and applause at her display of dominance and satisfaction; they know well how rare it is for their chieftain to find such pleasure with one of her subjects.

The chieftain looks down at you, her expression unreadable as she brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face

The chieftain watches you intently, studying your body and the way it responds to her touch. She knows that you desire more of her; she can see it in the way you sit there, anxious and eager, like a dog waiting for a scrap of meat from its master's plate. It amuses her, this power she holds over you, but at the same time, it makes something inside her ache with need. She wants to give you what you want... but only on her terms.

Without warning, she reaches down and cups your cheek in one cruel, sharp-nailed hand, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. Her other arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer so that their bodies are barely an inch apart. "Do not ever think that I will become soft on you," she growls into your ear. "You belong to me now... and I will use you however I see fit."

Her free hand trails down over your chest, stopping just shy of the thick bulge in your leathers; instead, her nails scrape roughly against the metal clasp that holds them shut. With a sudden jerk, she rips it open, revealing your still-hard cock to the cool air of the cavern. "But for tonight," she continues, her voice husky with desire now, "you may use me however you wish."

Her hand curls into a fist and slides up your thigh, stopping just short of cupping your balls. She waits, eyes locked on yours, daring you to take what she's offering... or to lose it forever. The air crackles with tension as the other goblins watch, their anticipation barely contained. It's up to you now: Take her, and prove your worth... or back away

The chieftain arches her back, pressing herself against your thrusting hips as you force your length down her throat and into the depths of her mouth. She moans around your shaft, her hands gripping tightly at your arms as she takes everything you have to give. The other goblins watch with hungry eyes, their lips curled back in savage grins as they feast on the sight and sounds of their leader being so thoroughly dominated.

When you finally pull free and lift her off the ground, your cock still slick with her saliva, she cries out in protest even as her body arches towards yours in eager anticipation. You slam into her, driving her against the cold stone wall of the cavern, each powerful thrust causing the air to rush from her lungs in harsh gasps and groans. Your hips slap roughly against her ass cheeks, leaving a red handprint on each with every impact.

As you fuck her harder and faster, your cock seems to grow even larger inside her, stretching and filling her in a way that brings her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. With every movement, she feels herself losing control, relinquishing more and more of herself to this wild animal possessed by lust. And just when it seems as though you can push her no further, you finally find your release, groaning deep in your throat as you empty yourself into her body.

Spent, you collapse on top of her, panting heavily against her neck. Your weight pinning her down only serves to heighten the intensity of your orgasm; she convulses beneath you, bucking and writhing as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her. And when at last it subsides, leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms, you

Her chest rising and falling with her labored breathing, the chieftain watches you through half-lidded eyes. For once, she doesn't feel the need to dominate; instead, she allows herself to be held by your strong arms, reveling in the tenderness that comes from surrendering completely. This animalistic display of passion and control... it's something she hasn't experienced in centuries. She doesn't know how long this feeling will last, but for now, she intends to savor every moment of it.

Your breath tickles her ear as you whisper, almost shyly, "My life for you." It's a bold statement, one that leaves her heart pounding in her chest. She tilts her head back slightly, offering you access to the exposed skin of her neck so that you can taste her reaction. Her lips part slightly, inviting you to take what she offers; whether it's just another taste of submission or something more is yet to be seen.

Slowly, inexorably, your weight begins to press down on her again, drawing out the last vestiges of pleasure from their coupling and dragging forth a new desire that burns brightly in her chest. With each thrust, she feels herself losing herself further in this strange, intoxicating dance between domination and submission. And as you finally climax once more, filling her up with your seed and leaving her spent but satisfied, the chieftain can't help but wonder where this journey will take them both next.