The Corruption of the Elven Princess part II

August 29

When Lisara’s eyes fluttered open, it was to a world of hazy, shifting green light. The *** was a dull throb at the back of her skull. She was on her back, still in the cave, the rain now a distant whisper. But she was not alone.

Three figures stooped over her, their forms barely discernible in the fungal gloom. They were small, barely coming up to her waist even when hunched over. Goblins. The realization was a bucket of ice water in her veins. They were chittering to each other in a language of clicks and guttural grunts, their large, luminous eyes wide with a mixture of *** and boundless, terrifying curiosity.

One, bolder than the others, reached out a grimy, three-fingered hand and hesitantly touched her hair. It recoiled as if burned, then reached out again, this time with more confidence, burying its fingers in the damp golden strands and gave it a sniff.

“Itz smells like flowers, makes me feel tingle” said the goblin. The others crowded closer, their combined musk—a wet, ***istic scent of unwashed bodies and something strangely sweet and acrid, like fermenting fruit—thickening the air, making it hard to breathe.

Panic surged, hot and sharp. She tried to scramble back, but a sudden, dizzying wave of nausea ***d her to lie still. Her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. The goblins swarmed.
They were all over her, a flurry of small, hot bodies and rough, exploring hands. They seemed utterly mesmerized by her size, by the sheer scale of her limbs, the smooth expanse of her elven skin. Their smell made her feel lucid and warm, like a drug filling her nose, ears and mind as she rolled her eyes trying
to get a grip on herself.

“Soft! Like mud, but warm!” one chirped, its little claws tracing the curve of her hip through her soaked robe. Another was diligently, almost reverently, licking the rainwater from her arm, its rough tongue scraping against her skin. Each pass of that tongue sent an involuntary shudder through her, a confusing jolt of revulsion and something else, a spark of heat that coiled low in her belly. She hated it. She hated the ***, the dirtiness of it. Yet her body was a traitor, a flush of warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with the cave's damp chill. She looked through the hazy slits in her eyes to see these three foot goblins were basically naked and they were…. Well…. Rather larger than she expected.

Despite their small stature, their phalluses were disproportionately large, thick and greenish, bobbing eagerly between their legs.
The sight sent a jolt through her that was equal parts horror and a horrifying, burgeoning fascination.

“Look at her teats! They’re like mountains!” one goblin squeaked, its grubby hands pawing at her breasts, mauling the soft flesh through the thin, wet silk. Another had managed to wedge itself between her legs, its hot breath panting against her core as it nuzzled its face against her robes, inhaling deeply. “She smells even betterz down here, she makes me grow” said the goblin sniffing her through her under garments as he grabbed his cock and gave it a tug.

The air was growing thicker, heavier. The sweet, acrid musk was no longer just a smell; it was a presence, a palpable *** that clung to the back of her throat, making her head swim.

This was the Rarmusk she had read about in forbidden texts, an elixir of addiction, a scent that could break an elf's will. The books had called it a poison. Her body, traitorously, was calling it an incense.
She tried to form a word, any word. "Stop." It came out as a breathy whisper, lost in their chittering. "Unhand... me." Her arms were lead weights, her tongue a useless slab of meat in her mouth. The mental fog was rolling in, a warm, woolly blanket that smothered her thoughts of protest, of escape, of duty.

All that remained was the reality of the situation: the rough hands on her skin, the hot breath on her thigh, the overwhelming scent that was making her own core clench with a needy, unfamiliar ache.
One of the goblins, the one who had been licking her arm, grew bolder. It scrambled up her torso, its surprisingly strong little legs pinning her shoulders. Its face was inches from hers, its breath a gust of meat and sweet fruit. It opened its mouth, a pink cavern filed with needle-like teeth, and then its tongue, long and surprisingly agile, lapped at her lips.

The taste wasn’t completely repulsive, yet a shudder of pure, unadulterated lust shot through her. She felt her hips lift off the ground, a silent, desperate plea for friction, for more.

The goblin between her legs took this as an invitation. With a triumphant grunt, it tore through the delicate fabric of her undergarments. The sound of ripping silk was obscene in the quiet cave. Cool air rushed against her most private flesh, followed instantly by the hot, wet press of the goblin's mouth. A cry was torn from her throat, half-scream, half-moan. It was nothing like the chaste, courtly kisses of the elven lords she had been paraded before.

“All of you stopz it.” Said Brute a larger chubbier goblin who had arrived to see what the commotion was. He walked over to Lisara who was lying down in the middle of the cavern. The rain still pouring outside with an almost relaxing sound against the sound of the forest and acoustics of the cave.

“She needz the musk ring first”…. Said Brutus who signalled to the four other goblins to move around to her head. Lisara’s vision swam, a dizzying kaleidoscope of green light and small, leering faces.

They were arranging themselves around her head. She understood what was coming. She had read the term in a forbidden scroll, a whispered horror among prudish elves. A rarmusk ring.
The smaller goblins stood over her, their legs planted on either side of her head, their thick cocks beginning to stir and swell. The air grew impossibly thick, the sweet, acrid scent of Rarmusk intensifying until it was a physical presence, that filled her lungs, coated her tongue, and settled behind her eyes. She felt her body begin to tingle, her mind filing with visions of goblins taking her body, filling her holes with their cocks, binding her body so she was fully accessible to their tongues, hands and toys.

She felt herself aroused in her visions, enjoying them using her body, doing things she never could imagine. The noble elven princess was being unraveled, by the raw, primal scent of these creatures.
The walls of her composure, built over years of rigid elven training, were crumbling into dust.

A primal ache, deep within her throbbed to life in her core.

Her body, a vessel of refined elven grace, was now a canvas for their baser instincts.
Brutus and the goblins were now stroking their cocks, looking at this giant elven body beneath them, dripping their pre cum onto Lisara face and hair as she became completely lost to lust.

‘Is this why her mother hates goblins, is this why elves are forbidden from interacting with them? Because goblins have a sexual power and control over us?’.
As a powerful elf, Lisara was still not fully succumb to the five goblins around her, trying to get her to turn into their sexual deviant for the night, but even she was struggling to fight it. She tried to muster a spell, a simple command to push them back, a burst of light to blind them. But the words were ash in her mind, the magical energy ***tered like dust in the overwhelming pheromonal haze. Every attempt to focus only deepened the intoxicating spiral, drawing her further into the mire of her own burgeoning desire. The heat between her legs was a furnace, demanding fuel.

They weren't just molesting her anymore; they were worshipping her, a giant goddess of flesh, the source of this heady, life-altering scent.

The cocks began to give off a deep hum, vibrating as they did so as their heads slowly tilted upwards towards the ceiling of the cave and their deep guttural moans began to echo as they jerked their bow sizeable cocks over Lisara’ body.

“get her ready” said Brutus who signalled to the group to prepare her body.

“We’ve never had elf before, big bosses say you best to fuck.” Said Brutus who knelt either side of her head as his now thick green girthy sweaty cock flopped onto her face.

“They say once you getz musked you ours forever. Thatz elves never stop wanting goblin fuckz” as he grinned his thick pole and heavy balls all over her beautiful regal face.

The other goblins had taken off her boots and torn her long dress to a short skirt like tattered mess.

Lisara opened her mouth as her legs were spread and pulled back towards her chest and her satchel placed her thick round ass cheeks.

She could hear a deep faint hum coming from the growing dick as it hovered above her face. The veins beginning to darken and become raised along the shaft seemed to be seeping and dampening the surface of it. The smell was alluring and she felt a hypnotic feeling washing over her mind and body. Her sensitive parts of her body responding and feeding back to her mind she needed to lick the thick goblin pole hovering above her face.
She stuck out her long pointed tongue and licked the goblins dick as it continued to grow and harden. It was a primal instinct. The scent was no longer an *** but an invitation, a key turning in a lock she never knew she possessed. The taste on her tongue was earthy, salty, and then a sweetness which drove her to lick more. It was the taste of her undoing, and it was delicious.

Her noble ***, her very elven essence screamed in protest. This is debasement! But the scream was a distant echo, drowned out by the roaring in her ears, the hum from the goblin cock and taste of its precum.

The goblins began to get very excited as they saw her pussy. To goblins this was a large beautiful ass and pussy to them, a feast for goblins sexual appetite.

Her pussy was a neat slit, framed by delicate golden curls, already glistening from her response to this new onslaught. The tight pink entrance seemed to pulse with a life of its own, beckoning them closer.

Their faces alight with wonder, crowded around. The chittering rose in pure, unadulterated lust.

“I smell” Said one goblin who got closer to her crotch and inhaled. “Shez musked but she wants more.” Said the goblin as he placed a small finger inside her tight elfen cunt. Lisara flinched, a gasp tearing from her lips as the rough digit invaded her, deeper into her it went.

Her hips bucked, an involuntary movement that only served to drive the finger deeper. The goblin chirped in delight, twisting its finger inside her, exploring her slick, sticky walls.

The goblins began taking turns exploring her holes. They were like curious beings with a new, fascinating toy, their explorations devoid of any tenderness, filled instead with a greedy, clinical curiosity. One would rub her clitoris, circling the sensitive nub until she was writhing, a low moan escaping her throat. Another crawled down and flicked their tongue over her asshole, its rough wet tongue thin but insistent, stretching the tight ring of muscle as it disappeared into her rectum. Each touch, each ***, was a fresh line of corruption etched onto her soul. The princess was gone, she wanted to be taken.

Brutus continued to keep her *** by smothering her face in his dick and balls as she lapped at it. He realised they couldn’t play with her long, his leaders would want her so they had to progress this encounter. he crouched up above her face as she opened her mouth and stuffed his now girthy 8 inch slick honeyed cock into her mouth.

“Hmpppphh” she moaned as Brutus groaned with lust and smiled.
He proceeded to move above her into a press up position, cock still half way into her inviting mouth and began to pump himself in and out of her throat.

Glug, gluk, gluk, glug, glok were the sounds filling the cave as Lisara took the cock into her wanting throat.

She could feel and taste the wetness from its cock as it pounded her as her legs were splayed wider by the other goblins.
The goblins were now lapping at her pussy and asshole with their long tongues, thick with saliva and gunk, their rough textures dragging against her sensitive flesh. she felt a long tongue of one of them probe deep

Into her rectum again as another goblin climbed up and rested its cockhead against her now very wet pussy. It wasn't pushing in, not yet, just resting there, a hot, pulsing pressure that promised a deep, fulfilling stretch. The heat of it was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the cool, damp air of the cave.

Lisara wanted more, she wanted her visions to become reality. Lying on top of Brutus with him inside her cunt as the other four goblins took turns pounding her thick elven ass, pulling her hair and pinching her tits as they worshiped her by providing her continued orgasm.
she’d never even thought of these things before today, how does she now understand them and see them so clearly? A question in her mind which remained unanswered as she sucked down Brutus fat cock as he turned his body so her head tilted back, allowing him to start fucking her throat like a cunt.

She felt a sensation at the entrance to her pussy, the goblin at her hips had stopped licking her ass as the other started to push into her.

The blunt head of its cock pressed against her slick folds. There was a moment of resistance, a tight welcoming stretch as another sizeable cock began to fill her. Then, with a wet, squelching pop, the goblin slid his entire cock inside her hole. A gasp escaped her lips, muffled by the thick length of Brutus still filling her mouth.
The feeling was overwhelming. A firestorm of pleasure and and warmth. The goblin's cock was hot, a brand of heat inside her, its flared head pulsing against her walls. It felt larger than it looked, a primal, stretching fullness that seemed to touch every spot inside her pussy. This is what it feels like, to be pleased.

The goblin, emboldened by her hole clenching and pulling on its cock began to move. Its thrusts were clumsy and erratic, a frantic, pistoning rhythm that was devoid of any grace but possessed an ***istic urgency that was breathtakingly effective. Each slap of its small, hard hips against her thighs sent a jolt through her. It was a primal mating, a raw, unfiltered act of possession, and Lisara's body sang with it. Any deep rooted protest within her was drowned out by the roaring in her ears, the fire in her loins, the unbelievable sensation of being filled, stretched, and used as the two goblins fucked her two holes like the vessel of pleasure she now was to them.
Her hands, which had been lying limply at her sides, now moved of their own accord. One flew to her breast, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, pinching her own nipple hard, then pulling her dress down so the goblins could se her full breasts in the dim light of the cave and their lantern light. The other moved to the back of the goblins head slamming into her cunt, not to push it away, but to pull it closer, to urge it on. She was an active participant in her own defilement.

“Fuck me goblins, make me cum”

The other two goblins were not idle. They scrambled onto her stomach, their little hands roaming, their mouths sucking, and flicking their tongues over her nipples. The dual sensation was exquisite agony, a symphony of rough pleasure that built upon the frantic rhythm. She was a feast for these creatures, and the realization sent a surge of liquid heat through her that made her entire body clench. The goblin began to push deep into her pussy and she felt a larger swelling at her entrance. Unknown to Lisara, the goblins
have a knot at the base of their cocks, that when fully aroused swells to the size of an elven fist.

The goblin gave a final, brutal thrust, and the knot ***d its way inside her. A lustful groan was ripped from her throat, a raw, guttural sound of orgasm and ecstasy. The stretch was immense, an almost unbearable fullness that felt as though it might split her in two.

And then, the knot locked in place. The goblin stilled, its body trembling, and then a wave of molten heat flooded her insides. It felt amazing to both Goblin and elf. The sheer volume and warmth of the load was sucked into her body by her quivering cunt, spamming uncontrollably around the thick cock spurting inside her soft walls.
“I fills you princess” said the goblin as he rutted inside her firing the final ropes of seed into her milking fuck hole. It pulled out his thick pole from Lisaras pussy with a slick audible plop.

The cum began to fall out of her, dripping onto the rocks and moss below her with an audible sound.

“Cleanz her boys, my turn next” said Brutus was he pulled his cock out of her mouth as two other goblins continued to nibble and tease her breasts.

Lisara breathed deeply as her face, slick with the wet musk of goblin dick felt the cool air of the cave. She had just had her first orgasm from being gang fucked by goblins and she knew this was just the start.

As the load from the first goblin continued to drip, Lisara began to find her voice “what’s…. What’s happening to me” she said with an *** and happy tone rubbing her own clit as she raised her head to see the two goblins sucking her full tits and Brutus swinging his cock I to view as he fell to his knees between her splayed white legs.

as the goblin finished licking and cleaning her pussy, Brutus began to rub his fat dripping cock up and down her lips as he watched this giant elf masturbate looking at him.

“You see elf” he said rubbing his thick cock from her asshole to to the top of her cunt.
“Our cocks have a scent that makes you drunk for us”

He began to line up against her pussy as he nodded to the other goblins to hold her legs right back and continue to maul her tits and flap their cocks on her face.
“Then once you iz drunk we make you feel all nice with these dickz and tonguez. Because then you gets to take our cum” as he sank his 8” cock all the way in until his hot heavy balls rested against her puckering arsehole.

She groaned as her head fell back, mouth ajar like she was drunk on mead as another goblins cock slid into her mouth.
She moaned yet again as her brain processed the delicious taste of goblin cum and her own sex, their cum far more potent and enticing their pre cum.
“And our cum turnz you into a Rartoy. You will soon does anything for our dickz cum”
“Un,, unn ” Said Lisara who shaking her head but was clearly drunk with lust as she continued to suck dick.
“Well you slutz, let’s see what happens now”

Brutus began to pound Lisara from tip to hip, the sound of their skin slapping together filled the cave as the other goblins merrily chanted and toyed with her body. The words "Rartoy," "drunk for us," "anything for our dickz" ftes Repeatedly in her mind, propelling her senses towards another orgasm. The old Lisara, the princess, felt like a ghost haunting a body that was no longer hers.
Each of Brutus's powerful thrusts stretched her pussy, making her groan and gag around the goblin straddling and humping her face . His cock, a pillar of searing heat, rammed into her, stretching her, the veins rubbing against her walls and her g spot as the heat and vibrations felt like nothing she’d felt before.

“Make me giddy again, make me giddy” said Lisara as she rubbed her swollen clit as Brutus clapped her, using her splayed legs to support him. The goblins sucking her tits wanted some of the action and began to jerk their cocks as they suckled her tits even harder.

She was on her back being spit roasted by two goblins half her size as two more sucked and squeezed her large tits whilst two more waited their turn.

Clap clap clap, she focussed on the sound of Brutus slamming her and she closed her eyes and cast a spell to send a vision of herself out if he soul so she could witness as her own voyeur what was happening.
Her own voyeur saw the scene she could fully feel but not fully see.
Brutus fucking and stretching her now sloppy hole, squelching around his thickness as her torn dress, hiked above her waist moved in unison with his thrusts.
The goblin sucking her tits and goblin pounding her faced whilst a little smaller than Brutus made up for that lack of stature in enthusiasm.
Seeing her own gangbang and feeling it at the same time was so intense,
She felt another wave washing over her. She was going to have another orgasm, but this one felt like it would be different. The cum from the first load had made want and desire nastier sex. Not only that her clit had nearly doubled in size to normal and her nipples and other body parts more sensitive to sexual touches.
Her head thrashed from side to side, her golden hair, now turning a faint, ethereal silver at the roots, a sign of her elven heat beginning to awaken, sticking to her sweat-slicked face.
Brutus really began to fuck her hard his balls slapping against her asshole, sending pulses of pleasure through her whole body.

“Times to cum hard elven slutz, spread her wide boys and make sure you fill her tummy up at the same time”

She couldn’t hold back any longer and her body tensed up and began to shake so hard the goblins holding her legs struggled to keep her still.

glug gluk gluk glug she gargled in rhythm of the goblins pounding her face as Brutus pushed deep and grunted loud, filling the cave with another lustful noise. He had pushed his own knot deep into her and began to fill her with his cum. It was so warm and felt so good Lisara thought she may pass out.

The sheer volume of it, a geyser of molten honey, flooded her womb, and she felt it seep into her very cells, a corrupting, life-altering baptism.

Just then, the goblin fucking her face gave a final, desperate thrust. A thick, hot stream of cum shot directly down her throat, forcing her to swallow. The taste was like honey and moss, a heady cocktail that made her magic surge and her inhibitions crumble into dust as it mixed with the sweaty musk from the goblins crotch.

“Good princess, you mayz be a big one for us, but your still as tight as the sweetest goblin” said Brutus shaking the last of his load over her glistening sweaty lips as he watched his load drip off her onto the floor.
“Let’s carry her to the bosses, they will want to see her next, unless she wants the rest of you to fill her?” He asked her I inquisitively.
The other four goblins all started to cheer, wanting a turn at the large elf.
Her body was a wreck, a beautiful, quivering mess. The cave's damp chill did nothing to soothe the fire raging beneath her skin. Cum dripped from her well-used cunt, a warm, sticky trail down her thighs. Her face was a mask of fluids goblin cum, saliva, and her own tears of ecstasy. She looked up at Brutus through heavy-lidded, silver-flecked eyes, her elven blue and green now swimming in a sea of primal need.

“Please,” she whispered, the word a broken plea. But what was she begging for? An end? Or more? Her body answered for her, a languid arch of her back, a hands reaching out not to push, but to grasp her own legs and pull them open for the next set of goblins. The other goblins saw it as an invitation, a green light for their own desperate lust.

They descended upon her again. It wasn't a graceful joining of bodies, but a frenzied, chaotic pile-on. One goblin scurried between her legs, easily disappearing inside her cunt as a second crawled to propel its three inch tongue into her relaxed anus.

“Oh wow” Said Lisara clenching and nibbling her asshole as the goblins tongue pistoned in and out of her puckering arsehole. The goblin didn't answer with words, just a guttural grunt as it pushed forward. The stretch wasnt as intense, a different flavor of fullness that made her toes curl. Her cry was swallowed by another goblin, who took Brutus's place at her head, grabbing a fistful of her silver-streaked hair and forcing its cock past her lips. It tasted of her own pussy and the first goblin's cum, a depraved cocktail that sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated filth straight to her core.

Another scrambled onto her chest, its bony knees digging into her soft breasts as it began to frantically wank its cock, aiming its tip at her face. The fourth simply humped her leg like a dog, its hot, wet precum slicking her skin. She was a landscape of lust, every inch of her being used for their pleasure.

They continued to fuck until another knot managed to sheathe itself fully, its own smaller knot swelling and locking it inside her. The dual sensation of being plugged at both ends, stretched to her absolute limit, was the final push over for a third time. Her orgasm tore through her, a violent, convulsive wave that made her scream around the cock in her throat. She felt her cunt spasm, gushing a flood of her own clear, sweet-smelling squirting fluid, drenching the goblin humping her leg and the cave floor below. Her magic, untamed and wild, crackled in the air, a faint, silver shimmer that danced around her sweat-slicked skin. Her hair, now a river of pure moonlight silver, cascaded around her face, a flag of her complete and utter surrender to her heat.

One by one, they came inside her, hot pulses of cum filling her hole, her throat, splattering across her tits and face. She was a canvas ***ted in their seed, a testament to their primal prowess. When they finally pulled away, she lay there, a trembling, gasping mess, utterly spent, yet a deep, gnawing hunger was already beginning to stir in the pit of her stomach. Exhausted she lay their arms splayed almost asleep. She felt like she had to try and get up, to leave the cave, but her mind told her otherwise. Her hand simply sliding over her breasts and down to her swollen clit and began masturbating once more.
More visions fired into her mind, huge goblins fucking her with giant cocks, elves having orgies with all the creatures of the realm, her own step mother on her knees sucking a goblin in a throne as a centaur mounted her.

“Tie her, we take her to master and misses”

They began to bing her arms and feet and tie her to a large wooden pole to carry her deeper into their labyrinth. They grabbed her bag and staff and brought her belongings with them.

Before they set off Brutus moved in front of her and lifted her weary head up by the chin to look him in the eyes.

“you feel good!?” He said, knowing from her sex drunken slumber he knew she did.
“Mmmmm what happened?, what did you do to me? something I’ve never felt”
She didn’t want to move, she wanted more of them, she wanted to be fucked and filled again and again by the very beasts she now saw as her equals.
Maybe there was a reason elves and goblins didn’t mix, this was the result….