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.

While you were busy with your magical ritual, the other goblins had taken notice of what you were trying to do and grew even more excited. They quickly surged forwards, surrounding the newly-grown tree and trying to rip chunks out of its bark as if they could somehow obtain a piece of this newfound power. Unfortunately, all they managed to do was inflict damage on their own kind while making the tree grow even stronger and healthier than before.

Eventually, the chaos died down and the tribe's attention once again turned towards you. The chieftain stepped forwards, a sneer playing across her lips as she examined your naked form. "You think you can outsmart us with your magic?" she growled, towering over you despite being only slightly taller than an average goblin. "We'll see about that."

Chieftain's eyes widened in surprise as you presented her with the glowing artifact, hoping to curry favor and possibly escape your fate. The touch of the magic item caused instantaneous changes in her body, making her even larger and more powerful than she was before. Her breasts swelled to almost unnatural proportions, as did her hips, and a tail sprouted from her lower back, twitching playfully behind her. A pair of leathery wings grew out of her back as well, adding to her already considerable threat display.

Unable to contain her lust, the chieftain grabbed you roughly by the shoulders and dragged you over to a nearby pile of furs and animal skins. "You...you think this will change anything?" she growled, thrusting your head down towards her engorged sex as she roughly forced your mouth onto her swollen clit.

The chieftain grunted in annoyance as she felt you smiling against her sensitive flesh, and pulled your head roughly away from her crotch with enough force to almost dislocate your jaw. "Shut up!" she snarled before forcing your face back down between her legs. She wrapped her powerful tail around your waist, holding you in place as she fucked your face without mercy. "You're still just my breeding slave," she growled into the crook of your neck. "And I intend to use you until there's nothing left of you."

The chieftain let out a series of high-pitched squeals as your tail tightened around her waist, and she arched her back further, moaning in pleasure as you rode her. Her powerful hips bucked and jerked against your body, each thrust driving your cock deeper into her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she neared climax once more.

With a primal cry, the chieftain's body tensed violently, her insides gripping tightly around your shaft as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over you both. She rode out the sensations for what seemed like an eternity, her breath coming in ragged pants between moans and gasps. Finally, spent but far from satisfied, she collapsed back onto the furs, pulling your still

The chieftain let out a satisfied grunt as she felt you spurt your seed deep inside her, the warm liquid flooding her insides and triggering another round of pleasure. Her tail flexed around you, gripping tighter in response, drawing out every last drop from your spent cock before finally releasing you with a wet pop.

She looked down at you, panting heavily as she ran her hands through the mess of sweat and other fluids that now coated her body. "Good little breeding slave," she growled appreciatively, her voice still rough from exertion. "Now sleep." With a flick of her powerful tail, she sent you flying across the room to crash into another pile of fur.

As you lay there, exhausted and aching in every muscle, you couldn't help but wonder if this was what your life had now become - a series of brutal sexual

As you slept fitfully in the stifling heat of the cave, images of your former life danced through your dreams like shadow puppets on a wall. Your family, your friends...they all seemed so far away now, if they were even still alive at all. It was strange to think that just days ago you'd been planning a quiet life for yourself, free from the dangers and horrors of adventuring...and yet here you were, surrounded by creatures that wanted nothing more than to use your body as their personal breeding slave.

The warmth of another goblin pressing up against your back woke you with a start, and you opened your eyes to find yourself being roughly shoved onto all fours. A stench filled your nose; the musky scent of a particularly sexually aggressive female goblin. Before you could even process what was happening, she was already atop you, her nails

"Hey," you whisper, looking up at the goblin warrior who has just pounced on top of you. Her body is tense and ready for battle, her muscles flexing as she stands over you, blocking out all other sounds except for her harsh breathing.

The goblin chieftain, standing nearby with a satisfied grin on her face, leans in closer to your ear and whispers, "This is Krokulaxa, the strongest female goblin in our tribe. She's always looking for new challenges...and fresh meat." Her warm breath tickles your ear as she continues, "You should be flattered that she chose you."

Krokulaxa's body trembles with anticipation as she looks down at you. Her eyes gleam like polished jade, and her thick lips curl back in a snarl that bares sharp, yellowed teeth. The goblin warrior licks her lips slowly, drawing circles around your mouth before leaning forward and biting down on your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. She growls deeply in satisfaction as she feels your flesh give way beneath her teeth.

With another powerful thrust, Krokulaxa impales herself on your cock, moaning loudly as she takes you deep inside her body. Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, slapping against the ground with enough force to send puffs of dust flying into the air. With every movement, Krokulaxa's weight presses down upon you, driving your cock further inwards, threatening to split you apart at the

The release was like nothing you'd ever experienced before; your body spasming and jerking uncontrollably as you fill Krokulaxa with hot, thick seed. The goblin warrior gasps and shudders beneath you, her muscles going lax as she collapses against your chest in a boneless heap.

As the last tremors fade from your body, you watch as Krokulaxa's eyes slowly drift shut, her breathing becoming deeper and more regular. A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you realize that despite everything, there may be some small comfort to be found among these savage creatures. That thought is quickly dispelled, however, when the chieftain clears her throat loudly nearby, reminding you that your role in this tribe is not yet over.

The chieftain raises an eyebrow at you but relents with a shrug, motioning for Krokulaxa to move off of your prone form. "Very well then," she grunts, gesturing towards a pile of furs nearby. "Rest up, breeding slave." As if on cue, several other goblins step forward with expectant expressions, eager for their turn with the newly drained male. You bite back a groan as you climb wearily onto the furs and await your next conquestor.

Krokulaxa grins wickedly down at you as she feels your struggles against her weight. Her powerful thighs squeeze tightly around your hips, holding you in place like a vice. The other goblins around the chamber let out an excited chattering noise as they watch Krokulaxa keep their prize pinned down beneath her.

With one last, triumphant growl, Krokulaxa shoves her hips forward, forcing your cock deeper into her body once more. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back as she starts to ride you roughly, intent on making sure that the tribe's strongest warrior has the last say in matters.

Krokulaxa gasps and shudders violently beneath you as she feels your hot seed filling her up once more. Her tail thrashes wildly against the ground, sending puffs of dust flying into the air as she gives in to the pleasure coursing through her body. With one final thrust, she empties herself onto you, collapsing limply atop your chest in a post-orgasmic haze.

The other goblins in the chamber erupt into excited shrieks and howls, congratulating Krokulaxa on her victory over the breeding slave. As the cheers die down, you feel surprisingly comfortable beneath her weight, your exhausted body eager for a moment's rest. Despite everything that has happened, this...feels almost like home now.

You curl around Krokulaxa protectively, wrapping your tail snugly around her body as if to say that she's yours now and no one else can have her. Your exhaustion has left you feeling surprisingly tender towards the goblin warrior, and you find yourself looking forward to spending more time with her, sharing this strange new bond between captor and captive.

As you both drift off to sleep, intertwined like two lovers in a bizarre and twisted embrace, you can't help but wonder if there might be some sliver of happiness to be found among the brutal chaos that is life with the goblins...or if it will all just be more of the same endless cycle of violence and submission. Only time will tell.

Krokulaxa's eyes widen in surprise as she feels her belly swell with life, her normally battle-hardened features softening into a look of wonder and disbelief. She turns to you, breath catching in her throat as she asks incredulously, "Is this...? Did I...?" Her tail lashes anxiously against the ground behind her as she struggles to comprehend what is happening to her.

The other goblins nearby, noticing the change in Krokulaxa's demeanor and the swelling of her belly, erupt into cries of excitement and awe. The chieftain steps forward, nodding solemnly as she studies the goblin warrior. "Indeed it seems so," she growls approvingly. "Krokulaxa has proven herself once again, this time not only as our strongest fighter but also