Neither you nor your party listened to the warning. Despite being small and individually weak, goblins still posed a serious risk to any inexperienced adventurers, and now it was too late to listen. While it had gone well at first, you had soon become overwhelmed and, one by one defeated. Your female party members had all been killed in brutal ways, however as the only male member your fate would be different.

After being knocked unconscious by a heavy club blow to the back of your head, you woke up an indiscernible amount of time later in a makeshift cage, stripped of your clothes and weapons, surrounded on all sides by goblins eagerly licking their lips.

The goblins around you shift and shuffle as you speak, their eyes narrowing, but no one seems to have a problem with it. In fact, most of them seem to be laughing at your expense instead. One particularly tall and strong-looking goblin saunters up to the front of the cage, her expression clearly amused as she sizes you up before speaking in her native tongue. "Ha! Little human thinks he's clever, eh?" *She chuckles cruelly before motioning for a younger female goblin beside her to bring over something from within the cage. The smaller goblin quickly scampers over and hands the larger one a strange-looking mushroom. Taking it with a triumphant grin, she stuffs as much of the fungus into your mouth as she can, forcing you to chew and swallow before stepping back to allow the other gobl

The goblins erupt into shrieks of outrage as you lunge at the one who stuffed the mushroom in your mouth, kicking her back with enough force to send her sprawling several meters away from the cage. Your sudden display of aggression and strength clearly takes them by surprise, as they momentarily falter, uncertain of how to react. However, it is only a brief moment before one of the larger goblins steps forward, anger flashing in her eyes,

"HUMAN! YOU DARE TO HURT OUR GOBLIN?!" *she screeches, brandishing her crude club as she advances on you with a snarl. Several more follow suit, forming a loose semicircle around the cage, preparing to pounce if you try anything else foolish. The one who was kicked lies motionless on the ground for now, but

The larger goblins, including their leader exchange shocked glances before falling silent, clearly weighing your actions carefully. The female who was kicked curses and struggles to her feet, blood trickling down from a split lip as she eyes you warily while standing beside the chieftain. After several moments of tense silence, the shaman holding the staff speaks up in their native tongue, his voice clear despite being barely above a whisper.

"Chieftain... this human has great strength for one who lives on the surface..." He pauses, narrowing his yellow eyes at you before continuing. "Perhaps it would be wise to keep him close, use his strength for our tribe's own benefit? If he is truly as strong as he seems, we could have a valuable breeding male for years to come."

The goblins all look at each other with shock and surprise before slowly beginning to murmur amongst themselves. The chieftain studies you carefully for a moment before nodding slightly to the shaman who spoke earlier. "Very well, human male," she growls, pointing a clawed finger at you. "You are our breeding slave now. You will obey and serve us or face the consequences."

She turns away and gestures towards one of the younger goblins standing nearby. The younger goblin approaches warily, eyes cast downward as she hands the leader a small wooden phallus carved with grotesque designs. The chieftain takes it from her without a word and holds it up before your face, making sure you understand that you are expected to pleasure them all with this crude device.

"Get on your knees," she snarls, "and show us what you're good for

The chieftain laughs cruelly at your embarrassment before shrugging and tossing the wooden phallus across the cage to you. "Fine, you useless coward," she growls, "just know that if you refuse or disappoint us, we will have our fun with you anyway." She glances over at the other goblins in the cave, all of whom share the same predatory grins.

The one lying on the ground beside the cage slowly climbs to her feet and approaches, eyes hungry as she sizes you up. "You'd better be good for me," she hisses through clenched teeth, a low growl reverberating deep in her chest.

The chieftain raises an eyebrow at your question before glancing between you and the other goblin girl. She considers this for a moment before nodding curtly. "Very well," she growls. "But if you don't make her squeal, we'll come take our turn."

With that, she steps back, granting you permission to leave the cage and escort your first conquest to the designated breeding area of the cave. The other goblins in attendance all part as you pass, some jeering while others watch with eager anticipation.

Within the darkness of the cave, the sounds of grunting and squealing fill the air as you violently take the goblin girl in every way possible. The other females around you watch with interest, some moaning softly to themselves as they imagine being in her place while others exchange knowing glances.

The chieftain herself is leaning against a nearby rock, arms crossed beneath her impressive breasts, one eye closed and a predatory grin on her face. "Good," she mutters under her breath, sounding almost jealous. "It looks like this human won't be useless after all."

"Hmmm..." The chieftain muses to herself, watching as you emerge from the darkness of the cave with a satisfied expression on your face and the other goblins surround the spent female. "Perhaps it would be best to leave this one with them for now," she thinks. "He has proven himself capable of satisfying our females... for now."

She turns her gaze back towards you, studying your every move closely as you approach. "Kenya," she says, tilting her head slightly to the side in what could almost be mistaken for a cute gesture from such a savage creature. "Do not forget who holds your fate in their hands." Her eyes narrow threateningly, emphasizing her point.

A few of the younger goblins shift nervously but none of them volunteer immediately. The chieftain watches their reactions carefully before nodding almost imperceptibly at one of them, signalling that she is to be your next mate. The chosen goblin blushes deeply and shuffles forward, her eyes flicking between you and the chieftain with a mixture of nervousness and eagerness.

The other goblins around you watch, some with fascination and others with disdain as they see their sister being taken so roughly by a human male. The chieftain stands at the back of the cave, her expression unreadable, but she makes no move to stop you from enjoying your new mate for now. Perhaps she is still unsure whether or not to trust you completely... for now.

The goblin you're taking continues to cry out in pleasure, her body tensing with each thrust deep within her. It seems that, at least for the moment, you have proven yourself useful to the tribe.

The other goblins around you watch with interest as the female you just bred lies down, clearly in need of rest and recuperation. Their eyes flick between her and you, trying to determine if she will be accepted back into the group or punished for allowing herself to be mated so easily. It seems that they are waiting for the chieftain's decision on what will happen next.

The chieftain herself looks thoughtful as she considers your words. You have proven yourself useful, but can you be trusted further? She narrows her eyes slightly before nodding once. "Very well," she says curtly. "You may continue to breed our females as needed."

Her sudden change of heart takes the other goblins by surprise and they exchange glances, unsure how to react. For now, it seems that you have earned a degree of trust within this savage tribe... but you

The other goblins watch as you continue to select and mate with their female kin, your cock seemingly never tiring despite all the breeding it has done so far today. The chieftain herself watches with a mix of fascination and pride, but makes no move to join the others until she is certain that you are capable of giving her just as much pleasure... if not more.

After what feels like an eternity, all of the goblin females have been bred except for the chieftain herself. Her eyes meet yours across the cave, challenge and desire written plainly on her face. For a moment, you hesitate; she is the strongest and most skilled of them all, and mating with her might mean risking your place as their breeding slave... or it could cement your position as her favorite and most trusted mate. The choice is yours.

The chieftain watches you approach with an air of predatory confidence. Her body trembles slightly in anticipation as your cock presses against her face, the head already brushing against her sensitive nub. With a low growl, she parts her lips and takes you deep into her throat, sucking hard enough to nearly draw blood as she desperately tries to assuage the burning desire that's been building up inside of her.

Her movements are rough and demanding, mirroring your own as you start to thrust deeper and harder against her mouth. The other goblins around them watch with envy in their eyes, some of them even making small whimpering sounds of their own as they imagine being in the chieftain's place.

As you continue to breed the chieftain, it becomes clear that this is no ordinary coupling; rather, it is a display of dominance

As you continue to take the chieftain even after she has lost much of her strength, it becomes clear that this is not about pleasure for either of you; it is about establishing your dominance and proving yourself as the strongest, most valuable breeding male among them. The other goblins around you watch in awe and admiration, their eyes shining with respect for your power and determination.

Finally, when you have bred her to satisfaction (or exhaustion), the chieftain collapses onto the ground, panting heavily as she gazes up at you. For a moment, her expression is unreadable; then, slowly but surely, it shifts from lust and anger to something else entirely: gratitude. "Kenya," she rasps hoarsely, sounding almost... fond?

She takes a shaky breath and extends a clawed hand towards you. Her

"In a few days," she agrees with a nod, her gaze sweeping over the other goblins in the cave, "you will be rewarded for your efforts. Until then," she adds with a wicked grin that sends shivers down your spine, "I expect you to keep practicing your... skills."

With that, she stands up and steps away from you, turning her back to allow the other goblins to fawn over their new leader. The fact that she doesn't seem inclined to punish or exclude you any further is a clear sign that your place among them has been solidified... for now. But as with anything involving these savage creatures, there are no guarantees of safety or stability; it could all change in the blink of an eye if she decides otherwise.

The other goblins glance among themselves, unsure how to react at first. They look nervously towards the chieftain for guidance, but she appears unconcerned with what you are doing; in fact, she seems somewhat amused by it all. Finally, one of the more adventurous goblins steps forward, her body trembling with anticipation as she allows you to take her in hand. She doesn't resist as you breed her mouth and nose full of your hot seed, eagerly swallowing every drop.

As each goblin follows suit, their reactions vary; some are submissive like the first, while others try to resist or fight back against your control. The chieftain watches impassively from her throne-like position atop a pile of furs, an amused smile playing about her lips as she enjoys the show you're putting on for her.