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Goblin Slayer: Aftermath	By : Valleyvixin Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Arat the Amazon had retired from active adventuring, unofficially. She undertook a few missions to keep her status, but her availability had a new, and hard to explain restriction. On her knees, with her hands bound and connected to the pulley in the ceiling by strong rope, she looked up in awe as her former slave, her first goblin, hammered his hard cock into her mouth.
Half her height, a third her weight and less than a tenth her physical power, he leered at her as he dug the claws of one hand into her auburn hair, and wrapped the other one around her lush breast, squeezing until milk shot over his fingers.
Thrusting away, he looked down into the eyes of the once proud Amazon spearwoman as his cock spewed the goblin cum she was so addicted to. She struggled to swallow, but some dripped down her pendulous milk heavy breasts and onto her pregnant belly. The slave compact sign blazed on his shoulder, the mark of his binding to her will, the guarantee of her safety.
Pulling his cock out of her mouth, he reached for the whip on the wall, and began to laugh as he went to begin her daily instruction in obedience, knowing her Amazon vitality, the power of a high bronze level adventurer would keep his whipping from endangering this latest of his children that grew in her belly. The one goblin she saved from the battlefield had fathered scores now inside the Goblin Slave House, where shame faced women paid good coin to pretend to be slaves for a night to the sexual power of the Goblin.
He could take his time, the Goblin Slave House was not open for business until sundown, but his children had work to do tonight. There were new Adventurers to train.
Inflammarae and the Guild Girl were a study in contrast as they walked towards the Goblin Slave House. Inflammarae was exotic, long almost purple hair set over a face whose natural expression was bored amusement and world weary sophistication. Her witches hat and robes were cut daringly to expose a chest whose ridiculous richness had doomed more than one opponent who focused on what he would do to her when he should have been focusing on surviving facing one of the most powerful combat mages the Adventurer’s Guild had seen in a hundred years. She did not look bored right now. Few enough had ever seen her nervous, trapped between excitement and fear, so the look was not one they would recognize upon her aristocratic features.
The Guild Girl shared the golden eyes of Inflammarae, but there the similarities ended. A hard working girl and fixture of the Adventurers guild, she had the hard compact body of a girl who lugged materials from the collection benches every day, and who ran back and forth to the posting boards non stop adding guild tickets for jobs. Normally she was polite, professional and deferential. Her mousy brown hair and chaste professional dress designed to keep her non threatening while at the same time not drawing any unwanted male attention from the bawdy adventurers. Tonight she did not look mousy, tonight she strutted with a hip rolling lasciviousness that matched the naked hunger on her face. She talked and talked about the wonders, the horrors, the terrors, and the mind shattering bliss of the Goblin Slave House. The cheerful girl next door radiated a wanton sexual need and profound sexual power that had enthralled the world weary Inflammarae almost against her will.
“It is perfectly safe. Arat the Amazon but a slave pact on the goblin she rescued. They can’t actually damage you, and they have to let you go at the end of a session or if you use your safe word. They aren’t free, this is the house of slaves after all. Human’s rule, goblins are property. It is the only reason we let them live.” The Guild Girl said, her eyes wide and earnest, but then a wash of pure submissive lust rolled over her, and she rubbed her hands over her tight boddice, cupping her breasts, and she continued her description of House activities.
“You are a powerful witch, you can shatter castle walls with a word, burn ogers to ash with a spell, brush aside a storm of arrows and send a tornado to destroy the archers. You can’t ever let the adventurers think you are never not in control or those creeps will never let you alone right? The goblin’s don’t count. They can’t respect you. They can’t think of you as anything but a woman. A big titted piece of fuck meat they want to get their claws on. They don’t fear your power, they took the Sword Maiden, the woman who slew the demon king and fucked her into submission, trained her to take three goblin cocks at a time and lick their cum off the ground. They whipped her daily, and made her heal herself so she could be gang fucked by dozens of them until she couldn’t dream of resisting them. If the Goblin Slayer hadn’t pulled her out, the most powerful woman in the world would be popping out goblin babies and sucking goblin cock until she came herself to death!”
The Guild Girl was cupping one breast, her hand running over the front of her leather pants, rubbing with a hungry urgency as she was lost in the vision of humanities savior reduced to a series of fuck holes and cum receptacles for the lowest, least dangerous monster on the guild’s kill list.
The Guild Girl turned and grabbed Inflammarae’s hands and looked into her eyes, the blazing golden eyes of the meek Guild Girl burned into the vulnerable golden eyes of the normally proud and urbane Inflammarae.
“Wouldn’t you give anything to know what that felt like? To know what kind of pleasure it took to break the will of the Sword Maiden, to make the Chosen of the Gods of Light crawl on her knees to lick the cum that dripped out of her holes? To surrender all of your power to creatures you could crush with a word, with the lowest of your spells. To hang helpless while their fang, claw and whip taught you that you were nothing, and the best you could hope for was to beg to be used again and again for goblin pleasure? They don’t see you as a person, they can’t. What is better, they are slaves, they will stop at the safe word, they cannot talk to anyone so no one will ever know!”
The Guild Girl stopped at the door to the Goblin Slave House and knocked. When Arat the Amazon, visibly and heavily pregnant opened the door, she smiled as first Guild Girl, and then Inflammarae, the most powerful witch in the local Adventurer’s Guild held up their tokens.
“Welcome to Goblin Slave House ladies. Know that I bound the first goblin to this house with a slave compact, and bred the rest of them myself. There are no free people in this house. No one to ever whisper about what goes on here. The rooms save my own are bound so that no disease is possible. No pregnancy is possible at all in this house unless you chant the counter spell that is written on the walls of the room. Healing and restorative potions are available in the lounge where our guests will have a meal and restore their sensibilities from the nights festivities before leaving. We can’t have the most respected members of our community stumbling out of here like well fucked debutantes after some nobles debauchery.
With a giggle, Guild Girl entered, dragging the trembling Inflammarae behind her. Goblin Slave House was about to initiate a new member.
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