De'Allen laid awake looking up at the cave ceiling her mind busily rethinking the days events. Tears poured down her soft cheek as she scolded herself for what she had done. She had let the immature Goblins abuse her body for nothing better then wanton lust. More to the point she had encouraged her ravishment. The anger in her heart grew not so much against the Goblins but against her body and its desires. As the last of the Goblin cum leaked out past her swollen cunt lips, she vowed never to do such a thing again.

A week passed as De'Allen hid in her corner of the cave. In that time she learned more about the Goblin clan. She would listen to whispers in the dark from the other female Goblins. They would gossip about events on the outside of the war that was going on. Stories of Goblin victories in battle and defeats passed between the female Goblins of the cave. De'Allen was no nearer to making any kind of friendship with the other female Goblins. But most of them had young Goblin whelps to raise.

Yet as she sat there in the dark of the cave she became aware of another Goblin, a male. It was surprising for De'Allen to discover that a male was able to enter the pits, for De'Allen knew that only the warrior Goblins where allowed entry into this part of the cave. Soon she discovered that he was a social outcast. He was a dwarf male and none of the females would ever accept him. They only wanted the biggest and strongest Goblins to be the fathers of their imps. He would come and go leaving behind food and take away trash and slop pails of dung away.

During that week De'Allen grew lonely for someone to talk to. Her desires still burned deep and in her womb but only twice did she dare to touch herself to relieve her desires. But little did that help her quiet the feelings of loneliness. The closest individual that came near her was the dwarf Goblin who brought her food. She needed someone to talk to if but for a little while.

The sounds of buckets banging on rocks alerted De'Allen that the dwarf was coming to bring her food and take away her slop pail. Sitting up she waited for him. As he approached she thought of possible things to say to him, questions to ask, anything to talk to him.

Indeed he was shorter then the other males being 4' tall, but he was brutishly strong like all the rest of the Goblin males. He wore a small leather kilt around his waist and had a long pole accross his shoulders to help him carry the buckets. As he quietly bent down to deliver her food, De'Allen whispered, "Who are you?"

Looking up in surprise at her in the pale light he thought for a moment and said, "Gabish." He was visably concerned and seemed ill at ease not knowing what to do.

"Gabish, that is a nice name, what does it mean, " she asked hoping that she could get him to talk with her. Her heart brightened at the thought of being able to talk to someone.

Looking away from her at his feet, "It means runt, your ladyship." His speach was much softer and more gentle then the other Goblins and had a hint of timidity. De'Allen could sense that he was easily dominated and fearful.

"Would you stay here and talk with me?" she asked.
"Yes Your ladyship," he said uneasily.
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That night De'Allen sat there thinking about her conversation with the Goblin dwarf. She learned much about the war going on above ground that for now it was much a stalemate. She learned much more about Goblin's society. It was interesting to her just how much the Goblins placed on strength and breeding. That Gabish was looked at as being a hated symbol of weakness. It reminded De'Allen that these creatures where more like animals.

Yet as she replayed her conversation over and over in her mind she could not help but think of how Gabish stared at her naked breasts. Nor could she but help notice the little droplets of ooze that escaped his groin slit. And again her attentions returned to thoughts of her being bred to these vile animals. She just hoped that she had not been impregnated by them.
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Three days passed and each day she looked forward to her conversations with Gabish. And he for his part made it a point to serve her last with food so he could talk to her. And during that time he became less timid and talked with her freely. To De'Allen it was a delight to be talking with a Goblin who was not brutish but gentle. She could still see that he lusted after her and she did not some much mind that he did. It was to her the price she had to pay to endure his lustful gazes at her to be able to talk to someone. But De'Allen couldn't hide from herself the truth that she enjoyed the attention and his looks. For three nights she touched herself to quell the burning desires of her body.

That morining before Gabish brought her her food she arranged herself so that when he came he could see more of her. She had to tell herself this was a game that it was needed to continue their friendship. So she placed a large stone she used for a chair and arranged the fragmented remains of her dress so that it was open to reveal her sex to the Goblin.

When he came to deliver her food, she sat waiting for him. Immediately he saw the soft folds of her cunt, the silk silvery hair that covered it. He could hardly talk to her that morning as his gaze was locked on it. De'Allen knew the affect it was having on him and contrived to open her legs more to let him see a better view of her cunt.

Still that morning made her more excited and she felt the warm glow burning deep in her womb. Her body ached to be touched but she sat there talking to the Goblin delighting in his torment.
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De'Allen awoke to the sounds of strapping coming toward her. It was late in the night and she froze in fear. She dared not move. She could hear something crawling on the ground coming toward her. Then from the dark a hand covered her mouth and held there. Her hands reached up to pull it away, but the hand was too strong.

Suddenly she felt a pair of lips grasp her left breast and draw it down a Goblins throat. The other Goblin's hand snaked across her belly down to her sex; his middle finger groping for the entrence to her womb. Looking over her left shoulder she could see Gabish. His tongue whirred around her nipple as the whole of her breast was sucked down his throat.

Instantly upon seeing it was Gabish, De'Allen, reacted and stopped trying to pull his hand away from her mouth. Gabish realized she was not going to fight him and pulled it away.

"Oh Gabish, please don't," De'Allen moaned. But he continued sucking her breast then pulled back his mouth. The breast made a popping sound as it escaped his huge mouth. Then he reached accross her chest to find the right breast with his mouth. His right hand came to her left breast and he gently grasped it and started to knead the nipple with his thumb.

Her right breast disappeared in his mouth. "Please, Gabish stop," her breathing becoming more horse. "Sssssss," escaped from her lips as the whole of her right breast disappeared down his throat. She opened her legs to allow his hand to work on her groin. His rough short thick fingers finally penetrating her. "Oh Gabish, nooooooo!"

Immediately waves of desire tingled in her stomach running down to her cunt. De'Allen knew this is what her body wanted, for it had betrayed her so often. She arched her back into Gabish's mouth to try and get more of her breast down his throat. In response he worked his tongue faster around her nipple.

Like a snake, he started to slide his body down the length of De'Allen's body. He let go of her right breast from his mouth and his left hand took its place. He traced with his tongue the conture of her chest and stomach as his tongue sought her cunt.

De'allen's hips thrust hard against Gabish's face as his tongue found her cunt. "Ahhhhhhaaa, oh please, oh please,"De'Allen panted. her head rocked side to side. "Oh my, please," she continued as his long tongue went inside her. Her knees came up and she locked her ankles around the back of his head.

For what seemed an eternity she hung on the edge of her orgasm. But as it over took her her hips rocked against his face and the tongue that had entered her. And soon she could no longer take his tonguing her. "Gabish, please mount me," she whimpered.

Pulling his face away from her cunt, he looked at her puzzled, "You wish Gabish to breed you?" The shock of De'Allen's request unsettled him.

"Yes, please do it now," De'Allen panted. Her whole body was on fire and she craved to have his cock embedded in her womb. She knew it was no use to resist her urges and gave into it.

Gabish crept up on her and spread her legs open, and despite being a dwarf his cock was longer and thicker then a normal Goblins. The head of his cock split the folds of her cunt open as it slid in. his testicals where swollen with hoards upon hoards of Goblin sperm. "Ah Elven woman we make good Goblin whelp, you see," he said as the full of his cock entered her.

The shock of Gabish's words filled her mind. Her body didn't care for it for all her efforts was trying to be inpregnated. With each of his trusts deep in her cunt, she knew the possibility of his words coming true. The growing spasms in her lower stomach muscels told her that her womb would certainly try to absorb as much of his seed as possible. Yet as Gabish's pre-cum flowed into her she had an inner calm. The building second orgasm awaited his.

Tightly her legs wrapped around Gabish then Gabish started to pound his cock harder into her and faster. "Ah breed me!" she cried so that her voice echoed off the walls. A flood of his sticky yellow cum exploded in her and her orgasm met his. She knew in the corner of her mind that likely he would visit her every night and for certain that if it where possible she would have a whelp growing in her belly. @