Goblins

[Otto26]

Safi, plainly, was delighted at the opportunity to be in the water. Dart watched her hands trail through her hair and over her body, the sunlight painfully bright as it sparkled on the droplets and rivulets that wended their way through the landscape of her flesh. As she made her way over towards him he was struck by just how different she was.

The shamen spoke of the cycle of creation and Dart listened respectfully, though he kept his opinions on the subject to himself. He suspected that every race had it's own version of the cycle and that, while it might contain a core of truth, each race put it's own face on the cycle. Who truly knew if the bright elves, the dark elves, the gobh'lin, the orkin, or the humans had come first? Who truly knew if the dark elves had been cast forth in a war with the bright elves or if the orkin had been birthed by humans and gobh'lin? Such things no longer happened and it mattered little. But the stories made one more likely to see the commonalities. The differences were sometimes obscured, and they were many.

Safi's delight in the water was alien to Dart. He liked to be clean as much as the next gobh, but he also knew that the water would dry his skin. Too much exposure to it would lead to painful cracking and bleeding. The sunlight was worse, drying his skin while tingling uncomfortably, like being covered in ants. Too much of that would create bleeding blisters. Yet Safi seemed to enjoy it.

But her flesh that could stand up to such rigors so easily was so fragile in others. He watched as she drank from the waterfall and then reached out a hand to pull her behind it, inches from him. His free hand cupped one of her breasts, lifting it so he could better see the ring within her nipple. The nipple itself was somewhat swollen and he rememberd the ease with which the metal had slid through it. He squeezed the nipple and the look on Safi's face told him everything he needed to know, the flesh was still tender and he could easily cause her pain. A female gobh would barely have felt the pressure he applied, even with damaged skin.

Dart turned Safi sideways and his hand traced down her back, over the curve of her ass and along the stripes left by the rope. 'It very nearly tore the skin,' he thought in surprise. Humans and elves were frequently called 'soft meat' by gobh'lin and the orkin had a term that meant much the same, but Dart was still surprised at the damage he'd caused. Again, a female gobh would have shrugged off those lashes. The rings would be useless for attaching a lead to, one good yank would clearly cause excessive damage. 'So frail, and so weak. Hardly worth the effort of enslaving.'

On the other hand... He turned her so she again faced him and his eyes fixed on hers as his free hand slid down her belly and between her thighs. The hair there was soft and downy and sparse, barely able to be felt and almost impossible to see. His finger traced over the folds of her flesh and then stopped, lightly pressing right on top of her pearl. He could see discomfort in her expression, but he also saw her pupils widening and her heartbeat quickening in the flesh at her throat and the warming of her throat and upper chest.

Yes, there was also that. A female gobh wouldn't react like that unless she was in esterus. That happened two or three times a year and always led to a frenzy. "Perpetually in rut," Dart observed quietly. Rape was always a problem on raids; the gobh'lin would get a wiff of rut and they'd simply... snap. Then they'd lie around afterwards, trapped in the denar and easy pickings. And, of course, they'd damage the fuck meat. 'If I hadn't been thinking about keeping her around for a couple of nights,' Dart thought, remembering what he'd done with Safi and what he'd felt like doing but hadn't... 'Ripper was less aggressive. Because he'd just finished fucking Safi? I think so. And the second time I fucked her the denar was less strong. Because I'd already been through it shortly before? Most gobhs get a fast fuck and then the denar takes them and the other males take their turn on the female. Maybe if we had a regular fuck... That could work.'

More than work, he realized. He could use Safi not just as a reward for obedience, but as a way of making his gobhs able to perform better, more consistently. A satisfied grin split his face and he gave Safi's button a quick rub. "Do you know what happens to fuck meat in a gobh'lin town?" he asked.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Do you know what happens to fuck meat in a gobh'lin town?"

Safi was trembling at this point, her body flush, skin colored a deepening dusky pink color. The look in Dart's eyes, the touch of His hands, His examination, had taken Safi by surprise, she unable to mask her reactions to Him.

Now she stood, hidden behind the waterfall, shivering, but not from the cold, not from the water, but instead her body was reacting yet again to what He was doing to her, His fingers dipped between her legs, finding and manipulating her most sensative of places, and that small, but now aroused, clit. Her eyes lidded, lips quivering, Safi's breathing deepening just a little.

The confusing combination of pleasure and pain once more coursing thru her, her blood heating, her heart racing. He did not cease His touch with the question tho, continuing His stimulation, making her squirm against His hand.

Honestly, Safi didn't *know* what happened to fuck meat in a gobh'lin town. Not until now. She had heard the stories, of course. All Elves and a good number of Humans had heard the stories. Horrible stories of vicious rapes, savage beatings, and brutal deaths. Stories of agonizing pain, of enduring gang rapes by groups of Gobh's. It was known that Goblin females only came into *heat* if one wanted to call it that, twice a year maybe, and that Goblin males more often than not, used their prey before devouring their prey.

But all that had been stories, told by others. But Safi was beginning to realize that those stories she had heard were ringing true. So maybe she did indeed *know* what happened to fuckmeat in a Gobh'lin town.

Safi turned her head away, trying to hide the low moan that He illicited from her with His fingers, still stroking along her now slick, warm, and very wet, slit.

"Please my Lord" she whispered, trying to keep the fear from her voice. "Please, keep me for Yourself. Please don't.... " she hesitated "please don't make me endure .............." she could not finish, the thought more horrifying than she could comprehend. "I will do anything You ask, anything You command, I will...." her words were cut off by a low moan, she again rocking to His hand, seeking more pleasure, much to her own shame.

"Please, I would rather You kill me than make me endure ........." she did not have to go on, she knew that He was well aware of what she meatn. To be raped, over and over, by hoardes of Goblins, Safi would choose death over that, if given the choice. She would be dead anyways, when they were done with her.

 

[Otto26]

'So, she knows, or thinks she knows,' Dart thought. Either possibility was sufficient for his purposes, though he was having difficulty concentration on his purposes right now. Safi seemed predisposed to respond to his actions, but he was just as predisposed to react to her. Her stifled moan vibrated along the length of his body and her scent seemed to be trapped by the water, filling the close space and tickling the back of his mind. The feel of her wet pussy against his finger, her hips softly driving against him, was as intoxicating as any alcohol he'd ever drunk.

He wanted her to come on his hand, to physically cement her surrender; her delicious, hopeless surrender. A hungry growl rumbled deep in his belly. But it was a dangerous game to play. If he lost control... If he lost control he'd fuck her and then fall into the grips of the denar. Perhaps not a power denar, but perhaps so. And even if it wasn't a powerful denar he'd still be weak, disoriented. If she was determined she might manage to drown him in the water and take to the woods. With Slash-Throat and Ripper sleeping she might have time to make good her escape or simply alert people to the presence of something near the forgotten town.

He stroked slowly, deliberately, and focused on his words.

"For myself? Oh no, Safi. One gobh keeping away the crowds of hungry gobhs driven wild by the scent and sight of such succulent fuck meat? Not possible. A gobh with followers, though, he might manage it. But how would he keep his followers in line?"

He could have simply come out and said it. There was no good reason to prolong her ignorance. But he was enjoying it. He was enjoying the way her body writhed against his touch, the fear and hope that mingled in her eyes. The rapid rise and fall of her soft, full chest. He growled again, forcing himself to focus on control.

"He'd do it by rewarding them, Safi, and the best reward would be...?"

He saw comprehension dawn quickly in her eyes. 'Not stupid,' he thought. 'Quick. That could be useful.'

He nodded slowly, barely perceptibly, and never ceased staring deep into her eyes. "Yes, Safi. You are the treasure and the reward. So long as you are pleasing to me, I will be moved to protect you. So long as you obey me, I will have the means to protect you. If I get bored or you become disobedient..." he trailed off and let her draw her own conclusions. Intelligent conclusions. Frightening conclusions.

 

[RainingHeat]

His slow, obscene stroking was sending ever increasing waves of pleasure coursing thru her body. And she found herself moving in tandem to His motions, hips rolling forward and back ever so slightly. Her mind was having a hard time at the moment realizing that He, being what He was, and given what He had already done to her, could bring her pleasure and not pain. But that was exactly what He was doing, with the glide of His taloned fingers.

"For myself? Oh no, Safi. One gobh keeping away the crowds of hungry gobhs driven wild by the scent and sight of such succulent fuck meat? Not possible. A gobh with followers, though, he might manage it. But how would he keep his followers in line?"
"He'd do it by rewarding them, Safi, and the best reward would be...?"

She was taking deep breaths now, a flush coloring her face, the heat slowly spreading downwards. Her breasts, bared, ringed, aching still, swayed as she moved to His hand, the nipples deep red, swollen from the abuse that had been inflicted, yet Safi could feel them warming, tingling.

She knew what He meant. She knew what the reward He spoke of was. He was stroking that reward, He was feeling the softness, the wetness, of that reward, His clawed fingertip exploring the tightness of that reward. She was the reward, her sex, her mouth, her breasts, her nipples, her flesh. Use of her, pleasure with her, raping her, mating her, fucking her, was the reward.

"Yes, Safi. You are the treasure and the reward. So long as you are pleasing to me, I will be moved to protect you. So long as you obey me, I will have the means to protect you. If I get bored or you become disobedient..."

"I...." she moaned low, the sound rippling from the very depths of her. She felt her wetness spreading, coating His fingers and the palm of His hand as He continued to manipulate her. "I understand........... my Lord" she managed to breathlessly whisper.

As He had been speaking, and stroking her, slowly, they both had been backing up. Neither realizing it, in the midst of all the other sensations both were feeling. It wasn't until Safi felt her back touch to cool, wet, stone of the wall behind her, that she realized the He had been backing her up. Tho the look on His face as almost as surprised as her own. As He had stepped slightly forward, and she being stationary, His hand pressed into her, His long middle finger pushing upwards and inside, the tightness suddenly gripping Him, pulsing around the length. Safi arched her back slightly against the wall, feeling the penetration. Her cry was muffled by the constant sound of the waterfall. Unless one were listening, one would never really hear anyone behind that rushing water.

Her body tensed, His movements continuing with His fingers, her soft keening moans met by His own deeper growls. It took only another moment for her to surrender to her body's pleasure and cum, the stimulation of her clit, the penetration even just by His finger, sending her over the edge, the orgasm racing thru her. She arcing against the stone, her body shuddering, shaking, a flood of sweet, slick, warmth spilling over His fingers, His hand, dripping. Her muscles spasm, grasping His still inserted finger, the velvet soft walls of her pussy undulating over the knuckle, her hips rocking up to Him. She could not stop what He was doing to her, or what her body did in response.

She dragged her nails across the stone wall at her back as she writhed, ashamed that He could make her feel such pleasure, and react to it. But He was her only hope, and her only protection from being gang raped by dozens of vicious Goblins. He was her Lord, her life.

She threw back her head and cried out.

 

[Otto26]

Dart was stunned that he was still able to think. Her scent, her cries, her body writhing on his hand; these things yanked at reactions that formed the core of his being. He should have been incapable of thought, incapable of anything save mindless sexual assault, and yet... He wanted it, wanted to surrender to the lust that boiled in his blood. He wanted to impale Safi on his spear and fill her to overflowing with his hot seed, to feel her soft flesh upon his tongue, to hear her cries and taste her sweat and blood.

But he was able to think! Not well, admitedly, but well enough to know that he needed to get Safi back to the lair where it would be safe to relax his control. He wondered if he could guide the lust; direct it. 'That would be good,' he thought. Thinking about exactly what he could do, however, was a dangerous trail. 'Back to the lair first.'

He pulled his wet hand from between Safi's thighs and brought it to his mouth, long tongue lapping at her honey, the musk clinging to his throat and creating staccato waves of excitement each time he inhaled. Grinning, he rubbed his finger against her nostrils, leaving her scent where she could smell it too. Then he slowly pulled her beneath the waterfall and up onto the shore where he un-hobbled her and started to walk towards the lair.

His mind, casting about for something else to think about for the moment, wondered about the ruins of the mill. Dart had seen many mills in his time, and these ruins didn't have the look of a grain mill. 'But if they weren't using the water for grain, then they were using for...? Iron? That would be interesting. It would mean they had a source of iron somewhere nearby. We found no pits, not even any remains that could be pits. So a mine. But we didn't find one of those either... I'll look at the map, talk to Slash-Throat. A mine could be useful. Or dangerous.'

Dart could feel the change in the atmosphere of the lair even before he smelled the newcomer. He was sitting in the corner, away from Slash-Throat and Ripper, and staring at the entrance. 'Great Hook's emissary,' Dart thought. 'A traditionalist.'

The emissary was easy to smell, his body covered in the traditional body paint that was both a stimulant and a mild hallucinogen. Dart had forced Ripper to forgoe wearing his paint only after a brief and mildly violent struggle. Scouts didn't stink and shouldn't fight; which was why the gobh'lin tended to be horrible scouts.

They growled quietly at each other until the emissary apparently decided his exalted position allowed him to speak first without any loss of status. "I am Talon. Great Hook comes."

"Welcome, Talon," Dart replied. "We are ready for Great Hook."

"You have already raided," the gobh observed, his eyes hungrily on Safi.

Dart realized that Safi was hanging back and gave the chain a yank, pulling her close to him.

"She wandered close to the lair and we took her for fun," he said.

"Good fuck meat," Ripper offered quietly, but his eyes never left the emissary and his hands were still.

"I will take her," the newcomer stated. "I act for Great Hook and she is spoil, for Great Hook to dispose of."

Dart didn't laugh. He didn't come anywhere close to the idea. But he was amused. Talon was obviously hungry, his cock visibly rampant and he was unconsciously licking his lips. But he also overestimated his position.

"This scout is mine," Dart declared, "and this meat as well. The spoils of the raid belong to Great Hook, but the spoils of the scout belong to me. And mine," he added. Slash-Throat and Ripper became very still and, if anything, their looks became more intense. 'That was a good thing to say,' Dart thought.

Talon's eyes somehow managed the trick of taking a better look at Slash-Throat and Ripper without losing sight of Dart. His reaction, his petulant anger, was plain to see. But his words made it clear that the battle was going to Dart. "Great Hook will decide when he arrives. For now let things remain as they are," he declared.

'The battle but not the war,' Dart thought. 'Good enough. Great Hook will put him in his place when he arrives. I am giving him such a victory as he has never dreamed of and Safi will be the least of my rewards.' Dart nodded his head and sat down. Slash-Throat seemed to relax, while Ripper did not. Talon ostentatiously lay down and closed his eyes. His cock, however, remained stiff.

Dart did chuckle then and he decided to rub Talon's nose in his victory. He rested his back against the wall and pulled his member out of the loincloth he wore. "Come here, Safi," he instructed. "Come feed my hunger and dance on my cock."

 

[RainingHeat]

She had to lean back against the cool, damp, wall for support, her body quaking, she taking deep, gasping breaths. Her face was flush with her heat, the scent of her seeming to wind slowly around both her and Him. It was the scent of mating, the scent that told a male that the female was wet, warm, slick, and ready.

She watched with lidded eyes as He licked His dripping fingers, His long tongue snaking out to curl around each length. She felt a shudder crawl up her spine as she wondered, in her aroused state, what that long tongue would feel like licking, lapping, tasting her sex. It was a thought that made her blush even deeper, she turning away for a moment, not wanting Him to see the look in her dark, smoldering eyes.

When He ran His fingers beneath her nose, her own scent now present in every breath she took, she met His gaze once more. He said nothing as He tugged on the leash, pulling her from beneath the waterfall, back to shore, allowing her to walk once again. She too stayed silent, for the moment lost in her own thoughts. She followed behind Him by a couple of steps.

Safi perhaps did not have Dart's keen sense of smell, but she too felt a change, and moreso, she saw Dart tense, ever so slightly. They were approaching the lair, and as they rounded the corner, Safi's sharp eyes saw the Newcomer, just as Dart did. Tho she knew, again from His body language, that He already knew there was a Visitor at the lair.

Safi took a step back and behind Dart, trying to hide her bared, damp body from his stare. As the Newcomer drew closer, a scent assaulted Safi, overpowering even her own sexual smell that Dart had so conveniently rubbed under her nose. She blinked, her large eyes glazing over for a moment, before she refocused them. She did not like that scent, and turned her head slightly to breath a bit of fresher air. A tug on the leash brought her closer to Dart, she still partially hiding behind Him.

She listened to the interchange between Talon and Dart, feeling the Stranger's eyes roaming hungrily over her body. His arousal was not lost on her. She began to tremble slightly, praying to herself that He would not award her to the Stranger to use. Both Slash and Ripper stood close by. She looked at both for a moment, pleading with her eyes to not be given to the Stranger, before lowering her gaze. Only Ripper had met her plantive stare, but she could not read the Goblin's face. Would Ripper even care if another used her? Would Dart?

"I will take her," the Newcomer stated. "I act for Great Hook and she is spoil, for Great Hook to dispose of."

Safi had to fight to keep her pleading whimper from slipping past her lips. But she was surprised when Dart stood His ground, taking an almost defensive stance.

"This scout is mine," Dart declared, "and this meat as well. The spoils of the raid belong to Great Hook, but the spoils of the scout belong to me. And mine," he added. Slash-Throat and Ripper became very still and, if anything, their looks became more intense.

Safi stepped further back behind Dart, the chain leash clearly visable from His clenched fist to the collar about her throat. It was more than obvious she belonged to Him. Him and Slash and Ripper.

She knew that the other Goblin, Talon, was none to happy, his leering look once more roaming over her damp form. But, he backed down to Dart, at least for the moment. "Great Hook will decide when he arrives. For now let things remain as they are,"

Even she knew, this would not be the end of this little confrontation, altho for now, it was.

She follwed Him as He moved to the wall, slowly sitting down, His back against the hard surface.

"Come here, Safi,"
"Come feed my hunger and dance on my cock."

She was not stupid, she knew what He was doing. She had hoped that her little display and reaction at the waterfall had been enough to satisfy Him, but in reality, she suspected it had not. He would have been fucking her regardless of the Newcomer, this just added to the scene. A show of His dominance, and His ownership of the *spoils* so to speak. A little performance for the new Goblin. And, Safi knew that she could not put up any kind of fight. If Talon suspected that Dart did NOT have control of her, he would simply take her away from Him, and more than likely, take away any command Dart had. She could not challenge His dominance, if she hoped to survive. The devil one knew was better than the devil one did not. Dart had shown His intelligence, and even the tiniest bit if compassion, in not killing her, and had shown honor in His word, keeping the others from raping her up the ass, or smashing out her teeth for that matter. It was Dart, she trusted, out of her choices at least.

"yes, my Lord" she whispered, loud enough for the others, including the Newcomer, to hear. He was sitting, she, was still standing, only a couple of feet away. Nipping at her lower lip in her nervousness, she stepped to Him, now, ironically, standing over Him, naked. Her skin was still damp, a random trail of water slowly sidling down along her curves. Her sex, clearly visable to Dart, given the position, still aroused, slick droplets of her climax still clinging along her tender, reddened pussy lips. If He had placed His hand there again, He would have found her still very warm.

Safi slowly, almost seductively, lowered down, leaning forward just a little, so her bared breasts brushed alonside His face, swaying slightly, the gliding against His chest as she descended. Her sex, poised over His long, hard cock. She let her body lower further, as He grasped His cock, she still wet and slick enough where His cock easily slid deeply into her as she came down upon Him., penetrating her, claiming her as His. The tightness grasping Him, wrapping around Him, the muscles embracing, wetness flowing anew, sending warm drops of her juices down to stimulate and caress His balls.

Her back arching, eyes closing as she cries out, unable to stop the sound from erupting from her lips. Long, still wet hair, dancing over her back as she moved, before she shifts forward, hips lifting alittle from Him, her body coming to rest against His own, head to His shoulder, her moans now gracing His ear. She lowers again, once more enveloping His cock fully, the velvet walls of her sex pulsing around His shaft with every beat of her heart. She was sobbing quietly against His shoulder, ashamed at what she was doing, humiliated, and scared. Yet, the worse part, she felt pleasure, radiating up and thru her from where He penetrated her, filling her with His cock, the head pressing to her womb, her slow movements upon Him, gliding upwards, and grinding down once more, His soaking cock delving deep into her heated depths, the sound almost as loud as her vibrating moans that escaped her quivering lips.

She felt the eyes of the others on her, Ripper, Slash, and Talon, watching as Dart took what was His.

"My Lord" she managed to gasp, her words accented with a deep, heated moan "MMMMMMMMmmmmmm Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh MMMMMMMMmmmmmm"

This was not something she had to fake. Her pleasure, her motions upon Him, her moans, were all very, very real, as was the wetness and heat that now enveloped and sheathed His cock, and the fluids that ran down to His balls.

 

[Otto26]

Dart's hands reached out to grasp Safi's ass, strong fingers digging into her flesh and holding tightly as he helped her along, lifting her along his shaft and then slamming her back down onto it. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, soft flesh given sharp counterpoint by the metal rings that scratched him. Her hungry cunt seemed to suck him in and cling to him, reluctant to release his shaft and overjoyed each time he filled her again.

She was perfect; doing exactly what he needed her to do. Which was fortunate, because Dart had gone past reason the moment she'd lowered herself onto him. The smell of her alone would have been enough, but then she'd slid down his body, leaving a trail of her honey along his flesh and brushing her full breasts across his face. Her moans now...

His fingers tightened and he felt his claws begin to sink into her flesh. Her moans were now flavored with pain, but it was a touch of salt combined with her sweet pleasure and the combination was maddening. He threw back his head and laughed, short barks of joy that rang against the stone floor and walls.

Talon, Ripper, and Slash-Throat were openly staring at them, eyes drinking in Safi's wanton dance and Dart's raging hunger, but Dart was unaware of them, of anything but Safi as she rose and fell and rose and fell and her moans danced along each nerve and her scent slowly strangled him and her hair became a tent that separated them from the rest of the world.

A hand snaked up the side of her body and grabbed her hair, pulling back to expose her throat and bend her body towards him as he slammed her down one last time and his mouth went to her neck and sucked hungrily at her sweaty flesh. He convulsed, his entire body shooting up into her, and then again, and then his seed was overflowing the cup of her cunt and running down his cock and over his balls and onto the floor where it mingled with her wetness.

He growled against her as his pleasure seemed to continue past all possible expectation and his heavy balls emptied themselves into her.

 

[RainingHeat]

She rocked upon His lap, her body lifting, and lowering as He directed, the lips of her pussy stretched over His cock, swallowing the length of Him with each motion, her sex seeming to drink from Him. The sensations racing thru her were incredible. Safi had never known, never felt, such intense pleasure, coating every nerve ending, quivering thru her trembling form.

She began to roll her hips as she moved, the pressure that enveloped Dart's raging cock changing, increasing, as she rode Him. When His claws tore into the flesh of her ass, bringing forth the fresh, sweet scent of blood to mingle with the thick scent of the two of them mating, Safi cried out in pain. The sound only enhancing the moans that had been continuously flowing from her lips.

When Dart pulled back her head, exposing the vunerable curve of her throat to Him, for a moment she thought He would end her life right there. Was the scent of blood, of sex, too much for Him? Would it drive Him to rip into her throat to taste of that sweetened aroused liquid fire?

Her cries were held as her breath caught, He thrusting upwards, so deeply inside her that the swollen head of His cock pushed into the very entrance of her womb. A spasm shot thru her, as His mouth came to her throat, claiming the soft, moist flesh, lips, fangs, brushing along the vein just beneath the surface, the pulse of her heart felt as He tasted, sucked, Safi closing her eyes, letting free her last, almost despairing, yet passion laced moan, her throat vibrating against Dart's questing lips.

She felt His release, the sudden, searing flood of His seed as He emptied Himself, splashing against her womb, coating the inside of her, flooding, spilling out around His embedded cock. It took only a moment, the blink of an eye really before Safi's own orgasm exploded thru her, the heat of His seed, the spasm of His cock, having triggered her own release. Her eyes shot open, she able to see the other 3, albeit upside down, as she came, her scream tore into the air, she shaking upon Dart, pleasure, pain, fear, and shame, all shook thru her in that moment. Her pussy clamping almost painfully around Dart's cock, she spilling her own juices over His, mixing, becoming one, as they were one for that moment, He still buried within her shuddering body.

Her climax was quite the site to see from the point of view of the other three Goblins. She gasping, shaking, flush with heat, the scent of sex, and blood, surrounding her, thin rivulets of blood coloring her ass where Dart still dug in with one hand, her body arched as she shook, head back, her mane entangled in His fingers, He holding her captive that way.

When her orgasm finally waned, she collasped, spent and exhausted, into Dart's arms. Weakened, she lay against Him, naked, His semen and her own slick fluids, spilling out of her.

 

[Otto26]

The denar, when not completely debillitating, was enjoyable. The scents of sex and blood were still heavy and thick in the air, the muscles were still relaxed, the sense of exhultation that flowed through the body was still present, but the sense of helplessness, of being trapped in his own body, was gone. It was, Dart decided, much better. He wasn't planning on going back to the old way anytime soon. Ever, if he had anything to say about it.

Safi was nearly limp against him, softly moaning and, apparently, in the grips of her own denar. Dart had not observed this amongst females before and he was intrigued. His hand pulled her body back from him and he sucked a breast into his mouth, careful not to let his teeth do more than simply scratch. It had been far too long since he had eaten proper food that bled, and too much blood in the air might make him lose control. Safi was far too useful to be destroyed through simple carelessness.

He sucked at the firm flesh and his tongue looped into metal ring through her nipple and insistently tugged. Safi wordlessly complained, but her complaints were tinged with pleasure and he felt her cunt squeezing him. He smiled, as best he could, and gave the breast a last hard suck before releasing it.

He pulled her head forward and stared into her semi-focused eyes for a long moment before continuing his examination of her. He'd left a bruise upon her neck where his mouth had pulled at her flesh. The patch was large and already bright red and darkening towards a purple. He felt a wash of satisfaction and decided he'd mark her more permanantly when time allowed. It would be fun to feel her flesh part beneath his claws, to hear her whimpers of pain, and taste her blood. 'Yes, I will definitely do that,' he thought with a deep anticipation. 'But first..'

First there was the matter of cementing his control of Slash-Throat and Ripper. And the matter of tormenting Talon. Dart grinned and lifted Safi's bloody ass, raising her off his cock. "Good girl, Safi," he praised her. "Now lick it clean." His hand forced her head down towards his semi-rigid cock.

"You gave the fuck meat a name?" Talon demanded. His astonishment was plain in his tone, plainer still in the fact that he'd been able to speak at all while fighting the lust evident in every line of his body.

"Why not?" Dart replied. "She's my meat and I'll do as I wish. In any case, Safi is good fuck meat; well behaved. She likes this," he asserted with a smile as she began to clean him. He gave her ass a slap and then brought his hand to his mouth, licking the traces of her blood from it. It was cool now, and starting to dry, but the flavor still sizzled on his tongue and made his muscles tremble in appreciation.

"Look at her ass," he pointed out. "Nice and raised, all ready for Slash-Throat."

Slash-Throat, cunning Slash-Throat, took the hint and grinned as he approached. Dart opened his mouth to remind him that Safi's asshole was still off-limits, but Slash-Throat motioned with his hand and Dart knew he didn't have to say a thing. He lowered his hand and brushed Safi's hair aside so that Talon would have a better view of her sucking him. Behind her, Slash-Throat licked her bloody ass cheek and then snugged himself up to her, hand drawing forth his rigid flesh.

 

[RainingHeat]

The taste of her own pleasure, her own juices, mingling with the heavier, saltier taste of the Goblin's seed, coated her lips, her tongue, as she did as she had been told, slowly licking Dart clean. Safi knew the little show for the Newcomer was not over. She knew the other two, Dart's underlings as she was beginning to think of them, would be allowed to use her.

Allowed to use her....

Allowed..... allowed by Dart.

By asserting His dominance over her, He was showing, and proving, His Dominance over the others. He was not stupid, Safi thought to herself as she repositioned her hips a bit, raising up, letting her legs part alittle wider. Her well used pussy lips, reddened from her arousal, dripping wet from her own orgasm, and Dart's seed, the dark entrance to her body, to her womb, the scent of her, sweet, fresh, drawing Slash-Throat forth. She would not fight this, she could not.

She felt the glide of Slash's tongue, the sting of him tasting the raking of Dart's claws, tasting the blood that Dart had brought forth, seeping from the wounds that lay claim to the curve of her ass. Her low whimpering moan vibrating past her quivering lips, and along the semi-erect shaft of Dart's cock that now rested embedded deep in her mouth. She suckled Him, licked Him, tongue working over the length of Him, down to His balls, where she lapped the juices of her own climax clean from each. Her breath was warm, tickling along His flesh, catching for a moment when she felt Slash's tongue, and then his body as he nudged up against her, fumbling to free his rock hard, engorged member.

Safi's body tensed for that moment, another cry passing her lips as she gasped for breath, just as Slash-Throat pushed forward, his cock easily sliding into the dark entrance to her sex, slick juices coating him, warming him. Tears began to slowly lace down her cheeks. She was sore, inside and out, and Slash-Throat's cock only enhanced how sore and uncomfortable she was, given how often she had been used as of late, and still being so very tight. Her cries of pain, mingled with pleasure now, as the Goblin began pumping into her, his length pulling out, then dipping back in, the sheath of her sex molding around him, fitting like the finest made softest leather war gloves, the velvet grasp of her drawing him in deeper with each thrust.

Safi's body began to move with Slash-Throat's. Hips rolling, her form shuddering as the Goblin rode her. Her mouth tight on Dart's cock, her cries felt by His length, His balls. She being pushed into Him as Slash-Throat's rhythm increased. Again that wet sound began to fill the air, along with the scent. Safi's eyes rolled back as she gave into the pleasure that now replaced the aching, sore, pain. She was moaning now, soft keening sounds coming from the depths of her. She lifting her head, Dart's cock slipping from her mouth, she looking up at Him, eyes meeting His. She licking her lips as she cries out, her body pushed forward again, Safi begins to lightly kiss along Dart's chest, finding His own nipple, kissing it, tickling it with her tongue. Slash-Throat's pounding into her almost violent now, as he becomes lost in the sensations her body was giving him.

She felt him explode inside her, felt the thick jet of his seed, she pushed against Dart, crying out, as once more, her body betrays her, and allows yet another vicious orgasm to wash over her, her screams rising, a flood of her heat spilling out for Slash-Throat, offering him the same passion, the same pleasure she had given to Dart.

And there was still Ripper to pleasure...

 

[Otto26]

Dart looked down at Safi as she trembled against him, her mouth stil warm and wet against his nipple, and wondered. She was... enjoyable. True, she wasn't screaming. Neither was he plunging into her hot depths. But the feeling of her naked body against his was enjoyable. It was something new to Dart, unique in his experience, and he wondered what it was about this that brought him pleasure. It was most definitely pleasurable, filling his soul with a satisfaction in much the same way that her screams and hungry cunt and the look on Talon's face did.

The latter thought brought him back to his purpose and he grinned maliciously.

"You see?" he asked Talon. "Good fuckmeat."

It was hardly a subtle twist of the knife, but Dart didn't particularly care about subtle at the moment. If Talon was going to lose control Dart wanted Ripper or Slash Throat able to assist him in the kill. Ripper was ready, eager even. His body vibrated with obvious desire to attack Talon. Slash Throat was in the denar but, like Dart before him, seemed to be awash in the glow without having become helpless. He looked pensive, as if he was plotting.

"Roll over, Safi," Dart commanded. He matched his actions to his words, hands grasping her hips and flipping her over onto her back. She was sweaty again and the warm moisture gave her flesh a vital sheen that Dart had a sudden urge to consume, akin to the hunger for the warm tang of blood in a fresh meal. Safi was already spreading her legs when Dart knelt over her face and reached forward to seize her legs and pull them back and wide.

"Your turn, Ripper," he announced. "Safi's nice and ready for you. Look at that empty cunt, just begging to be filled. Beg Safi," Dart said, "let Ripper know how much you want him."

Not that Ripper needed any encouragment. Safi's cunt was, indeed, wide open. The red lips were distended and puffy and they glistened with sweat, honey, and cum. A trail of cum, thick and sticky, clung to her thigh and she was still shaking. Dart tightened his grip on her ankles and resisted the urge to hurl himself upon her. He felt himself hardening again and had to remind himself that he didn't want to damage her excessively.

'Ripper first, then some rest for her,' he told himself. 'Plenty of time later.'

 

[RainingHeat]

"You see?"
"Good fuckmeat."

Safi cringed when she heard Him call her that, the shudder running thru her body and against His. A soft moan escaped her lips, accenting the shudder.

She dared not turn and look at the Newcomer, but could feel his eyes boring deep into her. She imagined he had a raging hardon. Would Dart eventually let him, Talon was his name, right? Would Dart let Talon use her? She lifted her gaze to Him as she thought that question. Would He? But the look of pure.... something... was it disgust, disdain, outright hatred, in His eyes told her that Talon would not get the pleasure of tasting, or sampling, the lust, the denar, that she could bring.

"Roll over, Safi,"

His words quickly chased her out of her thoughts. Roll over. He already had His hands on her hips, and was forcing her over. She did not fight Him. Safi knew that Ripper would be using her next, there was no way to prevent that. She was heated, a glistening of moisture dancing on her flushed skin. She looked almost as if she were glowing, especially her face and eyes.

Dart had opened her wide for Ripper, holding her legs up and back, always in control. Safi knew He was showing Ripper that He was allowing the Goblin to use her, while denying the Newcomer. It would surely infuriate the Newcomer even more. She looked up at Dart, hoping that He indeed knew what He was doing. Diplomacy was not a Goblin trait, and she really did not want to be the prize peice of meat being fought over by 2 alpha dogs, so to speak. She could get torn apart in the process.

"Your turn, Ripper,"

"Safi's nice and ready for you. Look at that empty cunt, just begging to be filled. Beg Safi,"

"let Ripper know how much you want him."

She was trembling. Was it in fear, knowing that she would be fucked yet again? Was it in despair?? Knowing she was trapped with no way out? Or was it in desire, the pleasure that coursed thru her, along with the pain, fueling her to want more, no matter how depraved it may be thought to want to be used by a Goblin of all things.

Beg.... He was making her beg..... for what she wanted.

Beg for what she desired. Beg for survival. Beg for Ripper.

Her voice was soft, almost moaning as she whispered, just loud enough to be heard by the surrounding Goblins, and no others.

"Please Ripper, please, I need to feel you inside me, riding me, mating me, filling my cunt, my pussy, so wet, so hot, for you Ripper. Please." her words dripped with the heat she was feeling, a heat and desire she could not ignore. Her body had orgasmed twice, yet she was ready to go again. Her pussy lips the same blush as her cheeks, the same glow. Her clit, emerged from beneath the protective hood, she could feel it quivering. She had a sudden urge to reach down and touch herself, to stroke herself, but she dared not. Ripper was approaching her, his cock free'd and engorged at her words. She was open and vunerable to him, begging him to take her. But she was looking up at Dart, her head cradled in His lap, as her body accepted the third Goblin, Ripper pushing forward with a grunt and into her, his cock easily delving into the depths of her sex, making her cry out yet again as she tensed, arching her hips to him.

As Ripper rocked hard and fast into her, she screamed out again and again, feeling the head of his cock slamming into her womb. When Dart released her legs, she wrapped them around Ripper's thrusting hips, lifting herself to him as he leaned a bit forward in his movements, her sensative clit now rubbing between her own body and his, her cries turning into begging once more.

"deeper, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh godssssss, deeper" she begged, her voice raising, her keening cries echoing into the quiet around them.

Question was, was she begging as a show for the Newcomer, knowing that she had to perform as she was, or was she begging because she wanted him deeper, needed him deeper, because her body was demanding he fill her deeper and harder and faster.

 

[Otto26]

Dart laughed from deep in his belly. The look on Ripper's face was priceless; lust and confusion mixed in equal parts as Safi fucked him just as hard as he was fucking her. It was too much for Talon and he snarled and leapt, hurling himself at Ripper, intent on driving him off and taking Safi for himself. Dart, despite his careful planning, was taken by surprise. But Slash Throat wasn't. Talon's dive ended against the stick that Slash Throat had swung. The stick broke, but so did Talon's nose, and the gobh fell senseless to the ground.

Dart reached down and tweaked Talon's nose, slowly grinding the broken bone to one side so that it would heal horribly deformed. Slash Throat chuckled.

"Rubbing his nose in it?"

Dart nodded.

"I could kill you, you know," Slash Throat commented.

Dart nodded again.

"But then it would just be me and Ripper," Slash Throat mused.

Ripper, and Safi, apparently hadn't noticed anything. Ripper certainly hadn't. He was grunting and slamming his cock into Safi as fast as his body would move. And Safi was begging for more and grinding her body against him, smearing his belly with her moisture.

"And two gobhs couldn't really keep that fuckmeat. Three might. And you caught her and keep sharing her."

Dart just nodded; Slash Throat had clearly already reached a decision and was just convincing himself of it's wisdom. Anything Dart could say, at this point, wouldn't have a positive effect on his thinking.

"If I killed you I'd just have to watch my back all the time. This way, I just have to watch yours and I still get everything I want. Right?"

Dart nodded.

The pair of them looked over at Safi and Ripper as they came loudly.

"Really good fuckmeat," Slash Throat said with a more than a little wonder in his tone.

"Excellent," Dart agreed. "And you noticed the denar?"

"Weaker. I wasn't helpless. Why?"

Dart shrugged and reached down to roll one of Safi's nipples between his finger and thumb. "I don't know," he said. "Perhaps because we didn't wait so long between fucks? We want blood and screams and sex and we wait so long between times for the last. Maybe if we don't wait so long the denar isn't as bad. Safi will help us find out. We have to be careful though." He pointed to the thin trickle of blood that leaked from her pierced flesh. "She isn't very durable."

"We could get another," Slash Throat suggested.

"True, but would another be as good? Safi has the heat. So long as she has the heat I see no reason to break her."

Slash Throat grunted, but it was assent; he'd accepted Dart's authority, even if he was unsure about the reasoning behind his decision.

Dart reached over and gave the insensate Ripper a hard push. The gobh seemed to be trying to sit back, but Safi's legs had been locked around him. Dart's push sent him sprawling backwards to the accompaniment of Dart and Slash Throat's laughter.

"Enough, Safi," Dart said in warm tones, "you'll kill poor Ripper. If your cunt is still hungry you can climb on me. Else you can wash up in the puddle," he pointed to the corner. "There's food," he pointed at the pile of semi-cured meat they'd brought with them. "If you can't eat that you'll have to wait until darkness when you can gather some fungus."

"Or eat our seed," Slash Throat joked harshly.

"Or eat our seed," Dart echoed. "You might be hungry enough for that. You may sleep here, at my feet," he finished.

 

[RainingHeat]

Safi had heard the distant crack, followed by a deeper thud as Talon hit the floor. But she didn't know quite what had happened. She was much too involved in Ripper slamming into her, his cock plunging deep as he grunted over her. Her own cries mingling with his, the whole of her body shuddering with every movement of the Goblin mounted atop her.

She felt him cumming before he roared in his lust, felt the white hot jets of his seed flooding her insides, just as Dart and Slash-Throat had done, and just as she had done both times with them, she too screamed out her climax, her body releasing yet again to the assualt that she was taking, quaking and arching, her nails clawing along Ripper's back, hard enough to actually leave a mark.

She collasped back against Dart, eyes rolling as if she would pass out from the force of her climax. Ripper too, settled back on his hauches, as if he were about to pass out from the momentum and force of his orgasm.

Safi was brought back to the here and now when Dart reached down to roll her still painful, peirced nipple between His clawed forefinger and thumb, making her squirm against Him, moaning low in pain. A warm drop of blood formed, gliding down from the nipple, along the curve of her breast, marking the skin with a pale red lacing. This followed by another as He continued to press the nipple, Safi's soft cries mingling with the Goblin's deeper voices as they spoke to each other.

She still had her legs wrapped around the relaxed form of Ripper, his cock still inside her, softening, jerking slightly every so often as the very last of his thick seed empited into her flooded sex.

"Enough, Safi,"

Dart's voice was strangely warm.

She felt Ripper being roughly shoved off of her, she unwrapping her legs from around him.

"you'll kill poor Ripper. If your cunt is still hungry you can climb on me. Else you can wash up in the puddle," he pointed to the corner. "There's food," he pointed at the pile of semi-cured meat they'd brought with them. "If you can't eat that you'll have to wait until darkness when you can gather some fungus."

"Or eat our seed," Slash Throat joked harshly.

"Or eat our seed," Dart echoed. "You might be hungry enough for that. You may sleep here, at my feet," he finished

Safi was exhausted, taking deep, panting breaths as she came down from her climax. She shifted, slowly sitting up, head down, long dark hair hanging before her face for a moment. She turned and looked at Dart, noting that He was, indeed, hardened once again from watching her and Ripper. She turned, and without thought, settled back onto His lap, lowering her drenched pussy over His hard cock, feeling Him slip gently inside of her. He had said she was in heat, and perhaps she was. All she knew was that she wanted to feel that hardness once more inside of her, but gently. She moved slowly on Him this time, her body dictating what she should do. The feeling inside her telling her what was right, what felt good. Her hips not really lifting from Him as they had before, but instead, slowly rolling upon His lap, her pussy gliding with the subtle movement against His cock. Her breasts, full, ripe, nipples deep red, one still bleeding ever so little, swaying against His chest.

She had not seen Talon laying on the ground at first, but heard a low, painfilled moan that drew her attention to where he was lying. Her eyes widened when she saw him stirring on the ground, his nose badly broken.

She could set that, if they allowed her too. It was easy to do, tho painful for the patient. But Safi didn't think Dart was about to let her and she was not about to offer. He was the enemy anyways, she thought as she continued to slowly undulate upon Dart. Talon was the enemy, right?

That was a strange thought tho.... Weren't all Goblins the enemy???

As Talon looked up, groggy, he saw Safi, once more riding Dart's cock.

She let her head fall back as she cried out, a much weaker, calmer climax shivering over her body, shaking her yet again, as she spills out her heat over Dart's buried cock. She felt Him cum yet again as well, and like hers, it was much more calm, subdued, but that did not lesson the spurt of His seed into her.

Weakened, Safi climbed off Dart's lap, His cock dripping from her spent cum and the seed of all three of them.

She looked at Talon, before crawling to where the semi-cured meat lay. She was starved, but this was not something she could eat.

"I..... I know where there is fresh meat" she said quietly, crawling back to Dart's feet.

"freshly slaughtered, still bloody" the thought made her cringe, altho roasting such meat over the fire sounded good to her.

"there are human hunters, about 10 miles from here, to the north, near where the valley meets the mountains. Not near the pass, but closer to the river. The woods are filled with game, for the King and his courts. When I passed, only several days ago, the hunters had just made their first kill. I heard them say they would be there for a fortnight, stocking up on meat for an upcoming royal feast. They skin and cure some of the meat there, smoke some of the other meat. Some is left fresh and sent back daily. I am sure they would have fresh venison, fresh boar."

She paused.

"They were one of the reasons I came this way, to avoid capture by the humans"

What would have been worse? Being raped by humans? Or the Goblins that now claimed her. At least there were only 3 Goblins, so far. The humans had numbered near a dozen.

 

[Otto26]

Dart laughed softly and Slash Throat joined in. After a moment Ripper, and even Talon, had begun laughing.

"Oh, I'm sure there's a great deal of bloody meat to be had there," Dart commented. The words reduced the rest of the gobhs to nearly hysterical laughter. Dart found himself caught up in the mood and laughed deeply. He felt good. He felt very good. Safi's last fuck had been pleasant and the denar that followed was enjoyable with none of the associated feeling of being helpless. He'd been impressed with her heat and her apparent intelligence in understanding the role she played. Coupled with the satisfaction he felt from cementing his position with Slash Throat and from the way the taunting of Talon had gone, he felt truly good.

And Safi's suggestion was hilarious, in a gobh'lin fashion. The thought of the hunters, and bloody meat, renewed his laughter. It only got worse when he saw the puzzled look on Safi's face, puzzled and a little afraid. He reached a hand up and wiped his eyes.

"The hunters," he explained, "are now the hunted. Great Hook and the rest will have come right through that area. There's warm meat to be found around this place, but we haven't hunted it."

"Except for the rats," Ripper interuppted.

"Except for the rats," Dart allowed. "But we haven't hunted because the animals are not the true prey."

He saw Safi's eyes widen and felt the corners of his mouth rise in an involuntary smile that bared his sharp teeth.

"Yes, exactly. They will gather here and then head into the forest. Every settlement is marked, the ways prepared. When the gobh'lin sweep down on them there will be fire and murder and plunder."

Ripper growled softly, happily, in anticipation. Dart saw no reason to inform him that they would not be personally slaughtering anyone if his plan proceeded as he envisioned. Besides, the horror in Safi's eyes was delicious.

"You, my pretty fuck meat, will have a chance to be a hero to your people. If you obey me as you should, instantly and without question, then they will be spared the violence of the night. Tonight?" he asked, turning his attention to Talon.

The emissary glared at him and nodded. "Tonight. Great Hook comes with his army and allies. They will rest through the day and on the next night they will kill." He licked his lips and his eyes gleamed with malice and anticipation. "It will become a legend."

'And I along with it,' Dart thought with satisfaction. He gathered the loose end of Safi's chain in his hand and leaned his head back against the wall to rest.

 

[RainingHeat]

Horror indeed was what colored Safi's eyes as she listened to Dart explain what was about to happen. She had not considered that He, and the other 2, had been a scouting party for such an attack. She was not a warrior, she did not think along those lines.

Not until now.....

His words made her belly go cold. That chill snaking it's way up her spine, making her naked body visably shudder.

Fire, murder, and plunder.

Safi knew there were many small villages and settlements and clans in the area. Both human and elven. So many people, so much death. Would they be caught offguard??? Safi knew there had been talk, in her home village, of Goblins. But none really believed that the Beasts could plan, or execute, such an attack as what Dart and the others were talking about.


"You, my pretty fuck meat, will have a chance to be a hero to your people. If you obey me as you should, instantly and without question, then they will be spared the violence of the night."

Her people would be spared. She would do whatever He desired, she had surrendered to Him.

"Thank You, my Lord" she whispered to His words, her voice shaking beneath her quivering lips.

"Tonight. Great Hook comes with his army and allies. They will rest through the day and on the next night they will kill." He licked his lips and his eyes gleamed with malice and anticipation. "It will become a legend." Talon's voice growled with excitement.

Safi stayed silent. She wondered if those men, the hunters she had avoided, had really been slaughtered? Would they have been able to get a warning out to the people? Even just one village?? She remembered that, when she had passed them, they had been indulging in vast quantities of mead and ale. There was a good chance they never even knew what had hit them. More than likely, if they had caught her, instead of Dart and His companions, she'd be dead too. Dart and Ripper and Slash-Throat were scouts. Finding her was a diversion for them. The others, Great-Hook, would not have indulged in any such diversion, she was sure.

Safi's thoughts were interrupted by both Ripper and Slash-Throat's deep grunting, accented by their deeper snores. They had fallen asleep, having used the last of their day's strength in mounting and mating her.

Dart allowed her to cleanse herself in the large puddle in the corner, but even He was falling asleep. He pulled Safi to Him, laying back against the wall, eyes closing, her leash firmly clenched in His fist.

Talon was still awake, having moved to that same large puddle of water, he was using a rag to wipe the dried blood from his broken nose. Safi watched him warily, not trusting him in the least bit. He must have felt her stare, because he turned, meeting her gaze with his own. His lips curling into a slow smile as he wiped the last of the blood from his nose.

Safi turned away, moving to curl up at Dart's feet, as He had instructed. It wasn't that she wanted to sleep there. The ground was hard and dirty, but she was nearly exhausted, and her body and mind were beginning to demand sleep. She lay her head down, eyes closing, sleep overtaking her quickly.

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"OOOooooo MMMmmmm" her low moans rippled past her lips, the sound a bare purr in the quiet.

Safi trembled, caught in a dream that felt all too real to her.

She still lay at Dart's feet, the Goblin snoring rather loudly in His deep sleep. He had loosed His grip upon her leash, enough that she had some freedom of movement without disturbing Him. She found herself lain upon her back, her legs spread wide apart. Between her parted thighs, was Talon, his face buried within the softness, and the heat, of her sex. Safi gasped, eyes rolling back, Talon's long tongue darting in and out of the dark entrance to her pussy, he lapping at her, tasting her, clawed fingers parting the aroused lips, opening her to him.

She tried to cry out, to call out to Dart, but all that came from her lips were those low, moaning, purring sounds, her body betraying her, she lifting her hips to his mouth, her skin flush as the pleasure washed over and thru her. She felt Talon chuckle against her, as he licked at her hooded clit, coaxing it from beneath, arousing her even more.

Did Goblins even do this??? Her frantic mind screamed out... Did Goblins know of this kind of pleasure, this kind of erotic arousal? Safi knew that mortals did this, she had seen them, and she knew elves did this as well, pleasure in all forms was very important to elves. But Goblins??? She gasped again as she felt his sharp fangs grazing over her reddened lips, his tongue once more snaking inside her, he drinking of the sweetness that her own slick juices provided.

A moment later, she felt the climax overcome her, she tensing, arching from the ground, grinding her hips to his mouth, shuddering, her sweetness spilling from her, for him to savour, devour. Her cries again muffled, moaning, head thrashing side to side a she came, tears flowing down her cheeks.

Safi shifted, her body twisting slightly, as if trying to move away from something, someone. A moment later, her eyes fluttered open, her breath catching at the sensation that raced thru her, wet, warm, she was shaking. Blinking, her eyes slowly focused. She was still at Dart's feet, he breathing deeply and steadily as he slept. Had he meant to fall asleep, she wondered? Both Ripper and Slash-Throat were dead asleep as well, their deep throated snores could still be heard. Safi sat up alittle, trying to get her bearing after such a dream, and again felt a warm, wet sensation between her slightly parted legs. She was slick, heated and she could feel the slightest of pulsing, as if she had cum.

Cum in her sleep...

The dream.....!!!!!!

That was when her eyes met Talon's. He was laying across from where she and Dart were, against the opposite wall, awake and smiling as he licked his lips.

 

[Otto26]

The chill of the evening crept across the forest as a visible mist that settled into the low places and gathered in the spots where the wind didn't reach. Though the mist did not descend into the old basement, the chill did, and Dart awoke to the feel of it against his skin. He stretched, loosening his muscles and enjoying the feeling of warmth that created. Talon, sitting against the far wall, regarded him smugly.

Dart felt a rage surging within him, but controlling it was simple, far simpler than it had ever been. The suspicion that drove that rage he never even considered controlling, still less did he consider stifling the vindictive plan that sprang to mind; he was of the gobh'lin and to be any other way was... inconceivable.

He yanked on Safi's chain, drawing her close until her breasts were against his chest. His free hand pushed between her thighs and a finger forced its way inside her. Her sex was wet and warm and his finger pressed against her silken muscles while his thumb found her love button and rested firmly on it.

"Hot already," he remarked with satisfaction, "and so clean." He bent his head to hers and his lips pressed against hers as his tongue prised them apart and entered her mouth. Her body moved, in struggle or excitement he couldn't precisely tell and didn't really care; both excited him. He sucked the breath from her body, inhaling until she panicked and struggled in earnest, suffocating in his desire.

He released her mouth and allowed her to gasp for air as he chuckled. "You did an excellent job getting clean, Safi. After Slash-Throat, Ripper, and I filled you with our seed I thought you'd be days getting it all out. And yet," he twisted his finger inside her, "I find no trace. You couldn't have done better if you'd had some sort of tool to suck the seed from your cunt."

He smiled maliciously at Talon over Safi's shoulder and twisted the knife a little. The other gobh snarled silently but suffered the insult without retribution. Dart's eyes noticed the love bruises on Safi's neck and his lips covered her flesh again, sucking hard at it and raising a fresh mark.

'We might have some time,' he considered. 'I could go ahead and mark her now.'

Safi's body was trembling and he pushed her away from him roughly, sending her sprawling. Ripper and Slash-Throat laughed.

"Check the snares and the perimeter," Dart ordered. "Then check the other lairs. Great Hook will want to rest for the day and attack tomorrow night."

Without argument, without even the usual rote challenge of hesitation, the two gobhs exited the lair. Dart rose and found a drinking bowl which he tossed at Safi. A couple of pieces of charcoal from the fire and one of the smooth stream rocks followed.

"Grind the charcoal," he ordered. "Make it fine, and hurry."

He didn't bother to watch to see if she'd obey; he knew in his bones that she would. Instead he sat down next to Talon and pulled out a whetstone. Talon was trying to sleep, to make good the loss he'd had from standing watch all the day before. Dart stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking the sweet taste of Safi from his finger.

"So clean," he murmured and savored the ripple of hatred that shook Talon.

Humming quietly to himself, Dart began to hone his foreclaw, giving it the razor edge he'd need when Safi was done preparing the charcoal.

 

[RainingHeat]

The evening's chill found Safi still awake. She had been unable, or more accurately, afraid, to go back to sleep, after such an intense dream, and had lain awake against Dart for what felt like hours, altho it easily could have been minutes.

The yank on the chain had surprised her, she being lost in her own thoughts. What had she been thinking about? Home. She had been thinking about home. Thinking and wishing, she were home. Altho, if she had not stumbled into the Goblins, if she had not been captured, raped, enslaved, then she, and everyone she knew and loved, would be slaughtered by, what was his name again? Great-Hook, that was it.

Maybe this was meant to be?

It was just then that Dart yanked on the chain, pulling her up against Him, her naked body pressed to His, she feeling the swell of her breasts crushed to Him, her tender, bared nipples grind against the rough skin of His chest. Her breath caught, a low cry escaping. His hand felt, gliding so easily down between her legs, that cry turning to a moan, one of despair, and arousal, as His finger pushed within, the tightness closing around Him. Safi tensed, letting her head fall forward against His shoulder just as His thumb found and pressed hard into her clit, awakening that sensative organ. "OOOHHHhhhhh ggggooooooddd" she whispered, the warmth of her breath felt along His skin, her lips trembling. Her wetness bathed Him almost immediately, soaking His finger, slick and dripping.

"Hot already," he remarked with satisfaction, "and so clean."

Safi lifted her head to His words, only to be silenced by Dart's rape of her mouth, His lips forcing her own to open and accept His questing tongue. Her own slid down under His, caressing, as He tasted her, she nearly choking and struggling to pull back, struggling to breath, yet He would not release the long, deep, claiming kiss. Safi's whimpers could be heard in the quiet, Ripper and Slash-Throat having awakened, silencing their snores, they watched with rapt attention.

Safi squirmed against Him, trying desperately to breath thru the kiss that Dart still refused to release, until that last moment, when her quivering had grown slower, weaker, her body no longer undulating so sweetly against His as she tried to fight for life, that He broke the kiss, His tongue snaking from her mouth with a last lick, Safi gasping for breath.

"You did an excellent job getting clean, Safi. After Slash-Throat, Ripper, and I filled you with our seed I thought you'd be days getting it all out. And yet," he twisted his finger inside her, "I find no trace. You couldn't have done better if you'd had some sort of tool to suck the seed from your cunt."

Her dream flashed thru her mind. Had Talon..........

Yet her thoughts were interrupted...

"AHHHHHHH" her cry rippling past her lips "tttthank You.... my Lord" she managed to stammer, looking away from Him, just as He lowered His head to her well marked throat. She could not see what the three had done to her as they had fucked her, but she could feel what they had done, the deep bites and bruises, a Goblin's version of a hickey, dotting her soft, creamy skin, Dart adding another as He raked His teeth along the sensative curve. Her body moved upon His hand as He claimed her throat, His twisting finger delving deeper, she rocking lightly against his hand, her cry turning to a low, purring moan as her arousal grew, her clit pulsing now.

"ppplease" she begged.

An Elf, begging a Goblin to be fucked. It was quite the site. Was Safi still putting on a show for Talon? Or was her want so great, she could not cease that pleading beg?

But Dart pushed her away, sending her naked body sprawling onto the dirt, she rolling to her belly. She could hear the gutteral laughs of both Slash-Throat and Ripper, and turned her head away in shame, her long hair falling forward, hiding her now flushed face. She lifted to her hands and knees, not realizing that her ass was facing Talon, who could now see the supple curve of that ass, still marked by the raking of claws, her creamy thighs parted, the lips of her sex pinkened, dripping from Dart's maniupulations, the dark entrance to her womb opened ever so slightly, inviting, tight, beckoning......

She finally turned, seeing Talon staring at her, his eyes now fixated on her breasts, nipples erect, deep red.....

Safi stared back, but only for a moment, the bowl being tossed by Dart catching her eye. She turned, and managed to catch the bowl before it hit the hard ground and cracked or broke. Safi did not want Dart punishing her, she was lucky her reflexes were as quick as they were.


"Grind the charcoal,"

"Make it fine, and hurry."

Grind charcoal? Why did He want her to do that? But Safi knew better than to question, and nodded, gathering up the ebony charcoal and the stone Dart then threw her way. She set to work doing as He asked, pounding the charcoal and twisting the stone to grind it into a fine, midnight black powder. She did not see Dart's little taunt of Talon, she was too intent on her chore.

When she did look up, seeing Dart sitting next to Talon, rhythmically sharpening His foreclaw on a whetstone, she began to get just a little....... nervous. His claws were razor sharp as it was, or so they looked to Safi. She was thankful that Dart had been careful with His claws while fucking her, knowing He could tear her apart, from the inside if He desired, with those claws. She knew that every time He slid a finger inside her, she could feel that claw, buried deep into the most vunerable part of her.

The bowl of ground ebony powder in hand, Safi got to her feet and approached Dart, lowering quickly to her knees at His feet, offering the bowl to Him as she sat back a bit on her heels, her parted thighs offering both Dart and Talon a view of her sex. She was still damp, glistening droplets tickling along the slightly parted lips, and the downy soft hair that barely covered her.

"The charcoal powder You requested, my Lord" she said quietly, careful not to look at Talon, even tho she could feel his hungry eyes roaming over her body. She was now so close to him, that the scent of her arousal, heated and sweet, could be detected, by both Dart and Talon.

Safi did not turn when Slash-Throat and Ripper returned, with fresh rabbit, a treat for the Goblins, they already arugeing, altho good-naturedly, if one could ever call Goblins good-natured, over who would get time with Safi first. Both were aroused, which was evident from the hardness of their cocks, barely concealed beneath the tattered breech cloths they wore. "You were first last time" Ripper stuttered, tossing the rabbit carcasses aside. "Hey, so what, I need a good sucking!!!!!" Slash-Throat lamented, he too tossing a rabbit with the others. It seemed they were more interested in pleasure with Safi than the fresh meat they had found!!!

 

[Otto26]

Dart continued to sharpen his claw, leaving Safi as she was. His claws became dull far too quickly for his liking, and sharpening them was a chore he found tedious. In truth, he rarely sharpened them at all, preferring to rely on the weapons he carried and a skill at moving limbs until the joints tore. For this task, however.

The entrance of Ripper and Slash-Throat was almost comical. After all the complaints about a lack of fresh meat, they were arguing about who was to mount Safi first. Slash-Throat, of course, was baiting Ripper. It hardly mattered who was first and Slash-Throat was cunning enough to know that. He was also gobh enough to enjoy baiting Ripper. And Ripper... Ripper just loved to fight. He probably viewed the baiting as a verbal fight and took pleasure in it.

Dart carefully examined his foreclaw and then ran it slowly along the whetstone to remove what might have been a nick. Satisfied, he looked over at Safi. Her arms were trembling from the effort of holding the cup out to him. It was a small suffering, but he smiled as he took the cup from her and examined the powder. Grunting in satisfaction he sat the bowl down and motioned at Safi.

"Hold her. Arms and ankles," he ordered.

Slash-Throat had probably been anticipating the command and Ripper simply didn't hesitate. The two gobhs leapt upon Safi, growling softly in joy at the pleasure of subdual; even if Safi barely had any time to struggle. Her face was painted with puzzlement that transitioned quickly to fear.

"Her thigh," Dart said casually, ignoring her questions.

Slash-Throat, at her ankles, and Ripper, gripping her wrists above her head, rolled Safi onto her side. Dart straddle her and sat down on her knees, his clamped legs and weight further pinning her.

He held up his foreclaw where Safi could see it and the fear in her heart began to dance on the marked skin at her neck. He smiled and laughed at her whimper.

"If I don't mark my spoils, someone might try to take them," he said. The explanation was intentionally vague, deliberately obtuse.

He leaned over Safi and made the first cut. His claw cut cleanly through the soft, pale flesh and Safi's blood welled up like a bright crimson spring. She struggled, then, and Ripper pulled at her arms, drawing her body taut and preventing her from ruining the mark. He made another cut and then leaned over to lap the blood from her skin.

It took a little time; Dart was being careful, both to avoid cutting Safi too deeply, and to make the marking clean. After every few cuts he sucked the blood from the shallow wounds and then continued. It was pleasant. Safi's screams became sobs and the taste of her blood was a little intoxicating. In no hurry at all he finally finished incising his name on her thigh and began to carefully rub the charcoal powder into the wounds. It would help the wounds to heal quickly and cleanly as well as giving the incised design nice dark color.

"It will look good against the pale skin," Ripper commented at the same time Dart had reached that conclusion himself. He nodded in agreement and stood up.

"Stand up, Safi. I want to see how it looks."

 

[RainingHeat]

Safi had a very bad feeling about this. She didn't know why, or what, but a chill had formed in her belly and was now radiating out, causing her to shiver. This only served to intensify her discomfort, she still holding the bowl out to Dart, and He choosing to ignore her, at least for the moment.

When He finally took the bowl, with barely a grunt of acknowledgement, Safi finally relaxed, at least a little. She fully expected to be ordered to pleasure Slash and Ripper, at least, if not Himself and the Newcomer. Truth be told, she was already aroused, after Dart had fingered her as He had, and she was heated and wet, and could feel several droplets sliding down her inner thighs.

"Hold her. Arms and ankles,"

It took a minute for Safi to register what Dart had said, and done, motioning for Ripper and Slash to grab her. Why would He do that? The thought had only just flashed thru her mind when both Ripper and Slash were upon her, forcing her to the ground. In her shock, she cried out, trying to pull herself free, not that she could, and she knew that. But the body and mind had a fight or flight response at times and flight was no option at all.

Writhing, as she is stretched out on the floor, her eyes fall to Dart once more, He slowly approaching her.

"My Lord... my Lord... what..... what are You doing? Please, please don't" she was not sure at all what was happening or why. She had been good, they had been pleased, why was she being held down? She struggled and squirmed, but that only served to alert the other two to pull her tighter.

"PLEASE, What have I done WRONG?????" she pleaded, her voice cracking, wavering, dripping in cold fear. That chill had fortold something and surely this was it.

"Her thigh," Dart said casually, ignoring her questions.

Safi was forced to her side, presenting her outter left thigh to Dart, who settled Himself upon her, further stilling her struggles.

He held up his foreclaw where Safi could see, her bright eyes widening as she focused on the razored tip. "What, what are You doing?" she pleaded, the words ending in a despairing whimper. Her heart was pounding, thundering in her ears, the pulse easily seen along her very marked throat. Ripper reached down with one hand, easily holding her wrists with the other and lightly touched where he could see it moving. Safi looked up at him, watching him lick his lips. She did not like the looks of this at all, and honestly thought, in that moment, that they were going to kill her.

"If I don't mark my spoils, someone might try to take them,"

Mark His spoils???? What did He mean by............................................. Her thought was cut off by the sharp pain that suddenly exploded in her thigh. She felt His claw, slicing along tender flesh. "NO NO DON'T" she cried out, but of course that did not stop Him. She pulled violently against Ripper and Slash, trying to free herself, the pain driving her motions, but they only pulled her tighter, stetching her taut between them, stilling her so Dart could finish His work. It was a horrifying sensation of sharp pain and the softness of His tongue as He licked the fresh flowing blood, sweetened with her pain and fear. He would slice into her, then lean over and lap at her, over and over again, pain followed by that wet lapping. She prayed it would stop. Her screams had faded into low whimpering moans. Screaming only exhausted her, and she needed her strenght to fight the pain that now burned all thru her.

By the time He was done, she was sobbing quietly, her body barely shaking, but her thigh firmly held still. Even tho He was done, she still felt the pain, aching, throbbing, along her entire left leg and into her hip.

Ripper and Slash let go of her, sitting back on their haunches.

"It will look good against the pale skin,"

What would look good? Safi numbly wondered, not moving right away, not lifting her tear stained face. What had Dart done to her? This was something she had not considered, being marked, as He had said.

"Stand up, Safi. I want to see how it looks."

How it looked? Safi hesitated for a moment, before she finally lifted her head, and got to her hands and knees, working her way up to her feet. Swallowing hard, she stood up straight, the name now etched into her thigh easily visiable, His mark, His claim to ownership of her.

She looked at Him with sheer horror and shame on her face. If she had survived this, and managed to escape, she could have gone home and never mentioned what the Globlins had done to her, how they had fouled her, tainted her, raped her. How she had surrendered, how she had enjoyed the dirty pleasure they made her feel. It would have been her secret. Yet now, now she was marked. Just having that name, torn into her thigh, would tell any who saw that she belonged to someone, that she had been enslaved, used. It was not something she could hide. And everyone knew that slaves were used in the most degrading of ways.

She could never go home.

All these thoughts raced thru her mind at once, as she met Dart's eyes. Could He see what she was feeling? What she was thinking? Did He know what He had truely just done to her?????

Talon did, that was for sure, the smirk on his face told her that.

"Oh gods" she sobbed, turning her head away while Dart and the others examined the new, dark, name that would forever brand her as His. "Why did You do this to me.... "

Ripper was staring at her, not hearing what she was saying and not caring. It wasn't directed at him anyways. He was running his long tongue over his lips.

"my turn??? " he looked at Dart "Me first???" His cock was raging hard, and his eyes were focused on her sex, as it had been thru out the whole ordeal, except for that one moment of admiring the mark.

Slash on the other hand, had a totally different question.

"What about us? She belongs to us to. Shouldn't my and Ripper's name be on her too?"

 

[Otto26]

Dart's mark.

 

[Otto26]

Dart grunted in satisfaction. The lines of the marking were clean and uniformly dark. The scars that formed would be raised and he would be able to read them, even in a pitch dark, by running his hand over them. Gobh'lin script had been designed to work in the darkness of a lair or the light of night. The root symbol was formed by a curved line that opened to the left, joined by a curved line that opened to the right, and overlain by a horizontal line that descended on the left and rose on the right. All gobh'lin letters were constructed by using portions of that root symbol and could be written with no more than three strokes of a brush, or claw.

Dart had chosen to use the stylized script affected by scribes who wrote with brushes. The common script, designed for claw on clay, was simple, but Dart had been moved by impulse to use the more ornate style. It had required more cuts for his narrow claw to approximate the broader brush, but he hadn't minded; Safi's pain and her complete inability to prevent him from doing whatever he pleased with her body had been heady drink for his soul.

Even now he gloried in her misery as she regarded her bloody, dirty leg and his name written forever in her flesh. 'She probably thinks this is the worst thing that has been done to her,' he thought. The idea made him snarl lightly in pleasure. 'But the changes I will make in her will go far deeper than flesh. I will carve my name in her very soul.'

"What about us? She belongs to us to. Shouldn't my and Ripper's name be on her too?" Slash-Throat's question knifed into Dart's happiness, killing it instantly.

"You did not think of the raid, or convince Great Hook of the worth of the idea. You did not lead the scout and keep the discipline that hid us from the meat. You did not stalk Safi through the woods and bring her here unharmed for entertainment. The pair of you would have used her up by now and left her fit for nothing more than meat. So.... No, your names will not be carved into my fuckmeat."

He fixed Talon with his stare, daring the gobh to do something, hoping that he would, that Dart would have a reason to vent his bile by venting Talon's. "Go find Great Hook, emissary," he spat the word. "Bring him to the lairs. Now."

Talon smiled at him, satisfied with the discord that existed between Dart and his followers, and left the room with insolent slowness.

Dart turned his eyes on Ripper and Slash-Throat. The latter was holding his hands up, his eyes fixed on Talon's departing back. When he dropped his hands and turned back to Dart the first thing he said was "Later. I understand."

Dart smiled. He'd been unsure, had thought perhaps Slash-Throat was truly thinking with his dick and challenging him. He said as much.

"I wasn't sure."

Slash-Throat shrugged. "We talked. We understand each other. If I wrote my name on her then I'd have to face Great Hook when he comes. Now Hook's tool thinks Ripper and I challenge you."

"So you'll be safe from him," Dart finished. "The risk is mine. If I prevail you have access, and if I fail, you lose nothing."

Slash-Throat licked his lips as he regarded Safi. "Well, not nothing. But I'll be content to write my name inside her cunt with my seed. Later."

"Later," Dart agreed.

"Huh?" Ripper said. "I don't want later. I want her now. My cock needs to be drained. I want to slam it into her hot cunt and hear her squeal."

Slash-Throat slapped the back of Ripper's head. "Don't be any stupider than you have to be, Ripper."

Ripper snarled and pulled his loincloth aside to grasp his swollen member. "I want her now!" he growled.

"Later," Dart and Slash-Throat said in unison.

"Come on, Ripper," Slash-Throat said. "You can try to take her now and Dart and I will kill you or you can come with me and I'll try to explain why this is a good idea. I'll use short words."

Ripper looked as if he was going to explode in confusion, frustration, and anger. But in the end he turned away and walked towards the exit.

"Take some meat, don't let Talon sneak up on you when he brings Great Hook," Dart ordered.

When they had left the lair he turned to Safi. He felt his blood coursing and his cock was stiff and erect.

"I saw the look in your eyes," he said quietly. "You wanted Ripper to succeed. You wanted to dance on his cock and feed your desire. You begged for more of my finger earlier, but you didn't beg well enough. So try to do better now. If I'm pleased perhaps I'll give your hungry cunt something to fill it. If not, there are other ways to make you squeal. Beg, fuckmeat."

 

[RainingHeat]

Thru out the entire little, demonstration, Safi had remained completely quiet. The leash that hung from the crude collar about her throat had been all but forgotten about, it hanging down before her. That did not mean she had any chance of escaping, she got the distinct feeling that Dart had one eye on her, as did Slash and Ripper. Leash or no, she was going no where.

Instead, she took one slow step after another, while they argued and bickered, until she was behind Dart. It was there she felt safest, and, she wasn't stupid, she was showing Talon, and Slash-Throat and Ripper for that matter, just Who she belonged to, and that she knew it.

"I don't want later. I want her now. My cock needs to be drained. I want to slam it into her hot cunt and hear her squeal."

Safi shivered at that, her entire form trembling. She looked away, trying not to meet Dart's gaze, waiting to see if indeed she would be taken again by at least one of the Goblin. She felt the warmth begin to awaken again deep inside her, the wetness, at just the thought of being mounted and mated again, lightly beginning to slicken her inner walls, she feeling the droplets moistening her pussy lips.

"Later," Dart and Slash-Throat said in unison.

She heard, rather than saw, Talon, Slash, and Ripper depart, Slash still giving Ripper a hard time about his need to fuck Safi. She could hear the frustration in his voice as he sniped back at Slash-Throat.

Dart's hushed voice, easily heard now over the waning voices of the others, whispered close to her ear.

"I saw the look in your eyes,"

"You wanted Ripper to succeed. You wanted to dance on his cock and feed your desire. You begged for more of my finger earlier, but you didn't beg well enough. So try to do better now. If I'm pleased perhaps I'll give your hungry cunt something to fill it. If not, there are other ways to make you squeal. Beg, fuckmeat."

Her entire body shuddered at His words. Shuddered in shame, in humiliation, her face flush. She had begged Him earlier, His finger bringing her only the hint of pleasure that she now hungered for. She hated feeling as she did, wanting, needing, desire, for that pleasure, that pain, that He and Ripper and Slash-Throat could bring her. She hated herself for not screaming at Him, for not fighting Him, for surrendering, yet she did not know what else to do. He could bring her so much more pain than He already had, and just that thought scared her to her very core.

She felt Him, so close to her. At least He was alone, that lessoned her humilation alittle. It did not lesson her heat. That warmth continued to build. That want, desire continued to build as well.

She turned her head, looking at Him thru slightly lidded eyes, her gaze gleaming, as if flickering with that unseen fire that threatened to consume her.

"My Lord" her voice was low, husky, nearly purring. Turning fully, Safi went to her knees before Him, parting her legs as she settled, baring her now moist, glistening pussy to His eyes, "it is Your cock I desire, above the others, Your touch, Your seed." she forgot all about the pain that still gripped her newly marked thigh, and could only feel the ache inside her that so needed to be filled, coated, by His cock, His seed, flooding her.

"please, my Lord, make me writhe beneath You, crying out for more, I want to feel You from the depths of me, deep inside me, please my Lord"

She was trembling, a tear snaking down her cheek. The words were sickening to some degree, yet she could not cease them from pouring from her lips.

"I need to be filled, mounted, mated, fucked, feel Your body inside mine"

"I don't want to scream in pain anymore, only pleasure. Please my Lord, please."

 

[Otto26]

His blood raced, his heart pounding in time to the rhythm of her words. Each syllable seemed like a tiny scream drawn from her throat in the pleasure they gave him. He longed to violate her flesh, with his claw, his cock, his mouth. He hungered for her degradation, her reduction to a beast of lust, writhing beneath him in the dust and begging for more of his touch. He was even sorry that the others were gone, that they could not bear witness to her shame and make each moment more satisfying.

His hand rose with a will of it's own, slowly reaching out to grab her hair and pull her past him. He shifted his position so that he was standing behind her, pulling her to her feet and forcing her body against the wall, her head twisted to one side. Dart leaned in and ran his tongue up her neck and cheek, tasting the sweat forming there.

"Poorly done, fuckmeat," he half-whispered, half-growled. He saw the fear in her eyes and nearly betrayed his pleasure with a smile. Nearly.

His unoccupied hand reached between her thighs, roughly forcing them apart. He noted, absently, that he didn't have to force them very far. Callused fingers, claws worn dull through use and lack of attention, roughly spread the petals of her flower and opened her sex wide. Two fingers plunged inside and her body shook. His fingers pistoned wetly and repeatedly into her and Dart could feel her body grasping at him. Carefully he avoided her clit.

"Not good enough for cock. Your greedy little cunt will have to make do with fingers, Safi," he breathed into her ear.

 

[RainingHeat]

His voice held a dark tinge to it, but Safi heard His lust bubbling, boiling beneath. Pressed to the wall, she shook, her body writhing up and down against that hard surface, as His fingers pushed deep inside her. Wetness flowed, coating those duel lengths pressing so deeply within her, thick droplets soaking His knuckles, her warmth slick and tight. The walls of her pussy enveloping, grasping, seeking to pull Him in deeper.

She was gasping, her face flush red, eyes glazing over, lips trembling. Her nails raked the wall as she swayed between it and Him. The soaking wet sounds began to echo in the relative quiet of the dark, dank, basement lair. Her moans mingling with that erotic sound.

"please" she begged, closing her eyes in shame, tears escaping to roll quickly down her cheeks. "Pleasseee..... my..... my Lord" she hushed, the words breathless as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. Fear, shame, and pleasure, all entwined into one nearly overwhelming emotion that threatened to burst forth from her hammering heart, her quivering lips, her closed eyes.

Rolling her hips in a seductive dance, she began to ride His hand, she tilting her head even more, an offering of her collared throat to Him. Her skin shone with a high sheen of moisture, her blood, sweetened with fear and arousal, pumping thru her, the pulse easily seen along that vunerable column.

"Ohhhh goddddssssss" she cried, wanting, needing, more, to feel more, to race over that precipice that He currently seemed to be holding her atop of.

What had she become? Her mind wondered as she cried out to Dart, over and over again.