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Although you usually aren't one for big parties, and you don't
love
hearing one raging a few floors away while you're trying to study, something feels a little different about walking down the hall and hearing one in full swing on a night when nobody else should be around.
With it being a long weekend, most monsters had packed up their bags two days ago and headed home to celebrate the holiday with family, or just go out for big, blowout celebrations before they'd have to return and put their noses back to their books. You've barely seen anyone around the last couple days except for the lunch ladies and a couple professors, some of whom have been happy to chat and help you get ahead on your schoolwork since you're clearly such a
diligent
student. But even with the praise it's still dreadfully lonely, and the idea of that feeling abating is what has you creeping closer towards the door of a dorm you've never even passed by–just heard the noise rising up the stairwell when you passed the door that leads to the basement.
It's loud, but almost more with chatter than with music. The dialect is strange but somewhat familiar, it's surely a type of Dungenaic language that's used by a certain grouping of monsters–that raw, gritty tone is enough to tell, along with a few words you think you catch in passing but can't translate on the spot.
Honestly, you might be standing there forever if not for the door swinging open, and for you to suddenly be faced with a monster that's only a little more than half your size, so you have to look down on him. He's gangly and hunched, with huge clawed hands and sickly green skin–what you're looking at is a goblin in the flesh, and what he's looking at is a human girl with raised brows and a mindless expression on her face.
"Hey, human." He greets you gruffly, clearly curious as to what you're doing here but not at all displeased about it. If you had enough sense to follow his eyes, you'd see how they flick down to try and get a glance up your skirt.
"Hi…um, is there a party? Can I come in?"
As awkward as it comes out for you to just casually invite yourself to a stranger's dorm party, the goblin just shrugs and moves aside, gesturing for you to step inside–and moving to lock the door when you do, the latch shut and shutter locked over the peephole.
But you don't notice, and the doorman quickly hurries you towards the couch, where five other goblins of varying size sprawl themselves out without bothering to straighten up in the presence of a guest. There's a spot between two of them on the couch that looks like it was meant just for you, so you sit yourself there and gather up your skirt so it doesn't flare out over each of their laps. Cards are laid out on the coffee table along with crushed beer cans and half-empty glass bottles, and when the one on your left hands you an opened one with a mixture of pink liquid sloshing around inside, you just take it gratefully and shoot back a couple swigs to their growing delight. The one you just met turns the stereo up as he passes by it, before sitting himself on the floor opposite to you and picking his hand back up from whatever game they're playing.
Whatever that was that you drank, it's kicking in
fast.
The whole room starts spinning within minutes, the walls blurring into each other and the goblin's voices all around you making you giggle for some reason.
People say they're gross and dirty, but they're not that bad. They gave you free booze and invited you in, isn't that nice? It's so nice that your tummy feels weird.
Each thought blends into the next, and the next, until you're nothing but a little lightheaded doll sitting on their sofa and laughing out answers to every question they have for you.
One of them asks if you have a boyfriend, and you shake your head 'no' with a giggly smile. Another tells you you're pretty, and you squirm shyly in your seat. The one on your right started rubbing your thigh at one point but you don't really notice, too wrapped up in cheering on their little game and letting your skirt be flipped up without you touching it.
These goblins are so nice. They're so cool. They make me feel all warm inside.
They aren't playing cards anymore, but nobody won. They're just crowding around you, hands sweeping across the table to knock everything off and sending cans clattering to the floor. One of them tugs at your sweater and the buttons come flying off, but your chest is so warm you welcome the cooler breeze prickling your skin when they finally rip that undershirt off and pull your bra away from your body. And there's hands everywhere; squeezing, groping, pinching your nipples and their voices cackling above you when you whine. Someone's warm mouth closes over one of them, and when he sucks on it your mind goes blank for a second that lasts forever–and when there's fingers prodding at your panties and they're mocking you for how soaked you are, all you can manage is a nod and a whimper before you're being lifted off the couch and thrown over the newly-cleared table.
Thud.
Your body feels so heavy you can barely lift your head, but you won't need to very soon–you won't have to do anything at all.
Isn't it weird to be naked around a bunch of people?
Your mind wanders, although there's not a hint of a shiver that would come with feeling so exposed, not even as they circle around you to completely surround your weak body. One of the mid-sized goblins with a bluer tint to his skin comes round to stand by your head, his hand coming down to press into your hair, and you preen when he chuckles at your insistent fingers coming up to tug at his loose, raggedy bottoms. Those sweats are filled with holes and covered in grass stains and god knows what else, as is most of the clothing that goblins tend to wear–it makes it easy to get off though, and you wiggle adorably when he grunts out something that sounds like praise in his language when you tug them down.
There, now it's not weird, is it?
Any remaining consideration of weirdness vanishes when you get your first look at that cock bobbing in front of your face. Despite not being huge lengthwise, it's huge because it's
girthy
–it's so thick your legs clamp together, tummy twisting up with a feeling you can't place as you evaluate it with a slackened jaw and big, dewy eyes. He's got those veins in a spiderweb all up and down the shaft, pumped full of blood and purplish against his muddy-green skin, and it
floors
you to think about how that bumpy texture would feel in every open hole you've got available.
Everyone talks about how filthy and gross goblins are, but you bet they've never seen a cock like
that,
or else they'd all change their minds.
The only thing that could distract you from such a sight is the feeling of a liquid being poured all down your back; oily and cold at first as it runs into your crack but it warms quickly with several pairs of hands rubbing it into your skin–and into your
sensitive
areas. They finger it into your ass to coat your rim and another one slathers it over your pussy, stroking it around your clit several times before plunging his claws inside to slicken up your walls. One of them even reaches around to smush it into your face, pushing more fingers inside your mouth and clapping his other hand on your asscheek when you suck on them, clearly enthused by your willing participation.
When they flip you over you get more squirted all over your tits and your tummy, hands squeezing and pinching your skin to lubricate you from top to bottom and soften up all those areas they wanna use. "Do you guys think I'm
pretty?
Izzat why you wanna…
wanna…
" You trail off, and it seems to make them laugh harder as they keep groping you. When they speak over you this time, you can sort of make out what they're saying–and each word makes you wetter than the last as they converse with their cocks out like you're not even there.
"Listen to the slut try to talk. She's cute."
"Haven't had a human in years–bet she's even warmer on the inside."
"Think she'd sign up to be a clan breeder? She's so much cuter than those weirdos they usually get…"
Each one has abandoned their clothes and rags by now, standing proud in their natural forms while the one that greeted you first climbs on top of you, and straddles you just below your chest to let that huge, girthy dick flop down and jiggle each of your oiled tits as it sinks between them. But only one thought crosses your hormone-addled mind;
They called you cute! You're cute! The goblins think you're cute, they think you're cute enough to breed!
That same bumpy sensation brings you back into your main focus again, the cock rubbing between your tits and the goblin that owns it humping them with gritty, squealy grunts–it occurs to your dumbed-down brain that you can help, and you do so by cupping your breasts together and watching in wicked glee as his hips start bucking faster. You can see the swollen tip of it peek out from the top every few thrusts, and with a giggle you dip down to flick your tongue over it just to feel his clawed nails dig into your tits as he groans and lets loose little spurts of precum on your chin. But those awed stares from the others can't keep to themselves forever, as the one you'd been getting an up close and personal view of grabs your face and pulls you down to hang your head over the edge of the table, his cock gripped in his gangly hand as he shoves it against your lips with little regard to your comfort.
"Taste it, human."
You're all too happy to, and even when he parts them quite unceremoniously, your passing moment of discomfort at having your mouth filled is quickly replaced by the glee of being used as your throat stretches naturally to accommodate him. Either by the drink they drugged or the lube or both, your body offers no resistance and neither does your mind, tongue greedily laving over the goblin's musky shaft while two others shove your legs apart, and do the same that he did to your mouth but to those two other holes that needily swallow up everything they have to give.
They start a little slower, the first one sinking an inch inside your cunt before letting out a
grunt
and piledriving the rest in one thrust. While the other takes advantage of your body jerking and stiffening up at the intrusion, and squeezes the tip right up against your ass, teasing that firm rim inadvertently as he tries to loosen you up. That particular hole you've been saving for a special occasion–but this seems pretty special, right?
Who else could say they tried anal with a dungeon-dweller for their first time?
Especially when you've got that heady sack slapping against your nose and your forehead on every thrust, strings of sticky arousal and spit trailing between you two as his roommate humps your throat and rocks even harder when you gag. And when you do, and your hips lift up off the table, the one taking that precious virginity angles his cock up and rumbles out a string of curses as you finally sink your ass down on his swollen knob.
Those two down below, while they
are
splitting you open at the same time, don't hurt in the slightest. It's a full feeling, and you're still aching for more, but pain doesn't register in the slightest. The last two of your new goblin friends who aren't straddling you or filling you up you can spot in your peripheral, each of them busying themselves on either side of you by gripping their thick, curved cocks and jerking themselves off over your compromised body. It should strike you as gross, as
perverted,
but you buck your hips and hum contently around your friend's girth at the compliment they're inadvertently giving you.
You're so pretty they can't help but touch themselves to you. That's so hot! The least you could do is return the favour, right?
Lucky for you, the goblin perched on your chest has taken over the job of squeezing your tits together to shape them into a hole, his body jerking and spasming as he drools and spits heavier and thicker globs of precum over your neck. So you have two free hands to reach down and fumble to find your soft spot, exposed to the air from your cunt being stretched out and squished up from the goblin cock stuffing itself deep into your guts. The one occupying your ass can't seem to get enough either, pounding away so hard it makes the table wobble at that poor, virginal hole that just gives in to the force of the dungeon-dweller that wants to soak it in cum. They take notice to your delicate fingers working away, though, and once again you can hear their voices pipe up even though you're stuffed up to the ears with dick.
"Look at her rubbing her clit! She loves it so much she needs more."
"Fuckin' cum dumpster. Should've given her this welcome on her first day."
"Yeah, she'd bail on all her classes just to deepthroat some dungeon dick."
"Fuck, that's hot."
If this is the treatment you'd get to look forward to, you would. You'd get kicked out and sneak right back into the dorms just to be passed around like a living fleshlight for these denizens of the underground.
Your thighs tremble as those fantasies swirl around in your muddled head, the lack of air helping your delusions to blossom as the one in your throat pins you all the way down to his hips out of nowhere. His curved cock twitches and engorges itself in the arch of your esophagus, swelling so much you think you might pass out completely from being suffocated–but then, with a growling roar followed by a long sigh, a flood of slimy spend explodes down your throat, and the heat of it calms your senses enough for your jaw to relax completely as he slides out. But he leaves behind a waterfall of odorous semen that pours up your face, staining your cheeks and your nose and your forehead and even your hair as your head hangs limply over the coffee table. He eases out a few more squirts to splash them against your tongue for a taste, which gives him a throaty chuckle when your nose scrunches up at how bitter and acidic it is–and when you finally manage to lift yourself up to look down, you're met with yet another rather unwelcome cumshot as the goblin that's been titfucking you sprays another hot load all over your unsuspecting chin and right across your parted lips. He drags it down between them to give you a few extra dollops smeared all over your breasts, before giving each one a squeeze and biting them both hard enough to leave marks just to cackle as you whine in pain.
For that indiscretion, your hands have fallen still between your thighs for long enough. The two that have been largely minding their own business each grab a wrist, and both of them inch closer to your face while tightening your grip around their gnarled cocks for you to get them off yourself. The one on your left, who's a bit taller than the others, hunches down and pulls you off for a moment to rub his shaft along the length of your chest–pushing the swollen head against your nipples and easing a bit of precum from his slit to douse them, which leaves behind an oddly electrifying feeling that might be another goblin-hormone-ism that you don't know about. But what matters is that it feels
good,
it makes you more sensitive, and you find yourself pushing on his cock and whimpering as you gesture towards your cunt, urging him to do the same thing to your neglected clit. Fortunately he gets the gist, and squeezes out a much fatter glob to rub it in for you with the tip, which instantly sends a vile shudder through you as your clit
burns
with a chill-inducing sting that radiates out through your whole body in shuddering waves. As proper repayment, he takes hold of your hand and nestles it right up beneath him to cup his balls, before yanking on your hair and shoving the full weight of his cock all the way past your tongue and as deep into your throat as he can reach.
That's entirely fair considering how lubricated your mouth is with seed by now, plus, the other goblins seem to have become
fascinated
with that little button and there's quite a few fingers prodding and pinching at it. Whatever spell that's fallen over the nerves there just makes any touch feel
ten times
as intense, so with every graze of knobby fingers while you're jerking one off and being fucked raw by the others, you feel that heat inside you surging hotter and hotter every second that you spend pinned beneath them all.
"I call dibs on her ass next."
"Fine, I want her to deepthroat me anyways. Her pussy's fucking amazing, though."
"She's fuckin' lucky it's not breeding season. Imagine explaining it to the Dean?"
A chorus of garbled chuckles erupts from them, swiftly cut short by two voices stuttering and growling low like animals–the desperate rocking against your hips is a telltale sign of what's to come, and though your body wants you to close your eyes, you keep them open and whimper around the cock warming your throat. Cause just in time, the goblin on your chest slides off of you and lets you really
see
what the others are doing to you; something buried within you bulges beneath your stomach with every hard thrust, and your moans of awe and pleasure are sooner drowned out by the nearest goblin ejaculating into your mouth, his balls tightening up in your hand as he trembles and grips your hair tight to keep you from spitting. And as he does, the two working on your lower half lose what remains of their composure, and drag their tough nails down your tender hips and thighs as they meet their respective ends and bloat your belly with endless spurts of hot,
disgustingly
slimy goblin cum.
It's better that your mouth is occupied, even when he pulls his limp self out and brings his balls to your lips to replace it, urging you to lick them clean despite only smearing them further with the cum that seems to be producing straight from your stomach. The second the others pull out you can
smell
their release, the seed they've pumped into your womb and your guts so potent that it fills the entire apartment. Any soul for miles could smell the goblin on you, and you can't even think about the lengths you'll have to go to tonight to try and scrub that stink away before everyone returns. The last one that's still fucking your hand doesn't assuage that thought, as his cock spasms one last time before shooting off ropes of cum all over your chest, hitting your messy tits and your stomach and even dribbling down your arm–right before he uses your hand as a cumrag and wipes himself off with it, too.
Dirty bastards.
"More,"
Your voice trembles, hips rising off the table and uselessly humping the air, with goblin sperm still leaking out of every hole you've exposed to the humid air. While your thoughts are finally your own, it seems your body isn't off the relaxing drug quite yet….but you can't say it's really a bad thing, since you aren't feeling any of that soreness or those aches you definitely should be. And you would be a liar if you said you didn't get a thrill out of being used like…like a
dungeon-dweller's sex toy.
"Hear that? Little
slut
wants more." One of the biggest ones grins with a mouthful of sharp, yellowed teeth, pawing at your thigh to pull your legs apart and get a good look at how soaked with cum you've become. "Can't get enough. Let's fix that, boys."
Another clawed, sickly-strong hand pries your other leg open, and as the goblins swap positions you feel the swollen tip of a fresh cock sliding through your folds and making an even
bigger
mess as your walls clench and drip with more slime. Feeding it in slow barely even hurts, even with how thoroughly abused your pussy is by now–and the same goes for your ass, your entrance tightening up at the second intrusion but offering only a pleasurable lack of resistance once he forces his way inside.
It feels way better to be full. Your brain is so much emptier now, it's nice.
It's gonna be a long night at this rate, but at least they've got plenty of those drinks they can spike, and lots of time to keep their new plaything as pliant and
brainwashed
as they could ever want.