Her pulse thundered in her ears as the goblin forced her down against the cold cavern floor. His claws dug into her shoulders, pinning her in place. She shivered, not from fear—but from the unbearable heat coiling through her body.
The monster lowered his head, his breath hot and rancid against her skin, before latching hungrily onto one of her swollen nipples. She arched in shock, a cry slipping past her lips.
"Ah—no… stop, I'm… losing…" she whimpered, though the sound was soft, trembling with something far from real resistance.
Each greedy suck made her chest tingle, her cursed body betraying her, sending waves of weakness through her arms and legs. She tried to shove him off, palms pressing to his shoulders, but her strength faltered, and her voice cracked into a broken gasp.
I can't… I shouldn't… but it feels—
Before she could finish the thought, the goblin shifted, snarling low, his clawed hand forcing her breasts together. His rigid shaft pressed between them, sliding along her fevered skin. Her eyes widened, mouth falling open.
He thrust again, the obscene friction making her cry out. "N-no… not there… oh gods, he's… between them—!"
Her breasts squeezed tight around him, each motion rubbing harder, faster. She squirmed beneath him, face flushed scarlet, body jerking with shameful heat.
"Oh no… I-I'm really losing…!" she moaned, words trembling as if they could undo what her body was already giving in to.
The goblin's pace grew rougher, his hips slamming as her breasts cushioned each thrust, slick heat rising between them. She gasped with every motion, her voice trembling, high and broken—yet her eyes shimmered with a strange gleam.
"Oh nooo… I-I'm really being… overwhelmed," she whimpered, yet deep inside, the thought twisted differently: This warmth… it's too perfect. I'm… happy? Why does it feel so good to be used like this?
Her fingers pressed against her chest as though trying to pry herself free, but instead she ended up squeezing tighter, trapping him more firmly. The goblin groaned, saliva dripping from his fanged mouth as he hunched over her, rutting faster.
She bit her lip, her voice cracking again: "S-stop… if you keep going, I'll… I'll really lose…" But beneath the trembling words, her mind betrayed her: Yes… faster… I want him to finish… to break against me. I can take it.
Her legs shifted restlessly, her hips writhing as if she were struggling—yet the rhythm of her movements only pressed her chest more snugly around him. She let out a bubbling laugh, stifled, twisted with heat. "Oh no… I'm such a failure as an adventurer, letting this happen… ha…ha…"
The goblin snarled, his thrusts erratic now, his shaft pulsing with the inevitability of climax. She felt him swelling between her breasts, the pressure driving her thoughts into a feverish whirl. He's going to… inside… he'll break first, and then I'll win… yes, yes, lose yourself in me…
Her lips parted in a trembling moan as hot seed spilled upward, splattering across her chest and throat, dripping down the valley of her breasts. The goblin shuddered, his strength collapsing with the release.
She tilted her head back, gasping, her face still flushed. "Oh… n-no… he really… came all over me… how humiliating…" Her voice wavered, full of shame. But inside, she shivered with a strange, giddy happiness, her body thrumming with triumph. Perfect… he's finished… I won. I really won like this.
The goblin slumped over, spent, sliding weakly off of her body until he collapsed to the ground. She wiped at her sticky skin, her breathing still uneven, but a small, unbidden smile curled at her lips.
This curse… it makes me weak, it makes me strange… but maybe, just maybe… it's also my strength.
Her knees buckled as she stumbled backward, falling onto the cavern floor. In that instant, the goblin's hips jerked forward, and his shaft slipped past her lips. She widened her eyes in mock shock, muffling a squeal around the sudden intrusion. Her hands pressed against his thighs as if to push away, but instead she found herself holding him steady.
She pulled back just enough to gasp in a trembling voice, her words tumbling out between ragged breaths:
"Oh no… I-I fell… and it went right in my mouth… ahh… n-now… now I have no choice… I'll have to suck him… until his defeat is complete…"
The words were wrapped in shameful tones, yet her mind spun with hidden delight. Yes… perfect… this way I can finish him quickly. My body is so weak to this shame, but if I bring him down here, I'll win again…
Her lips sealed around him, cheeks hollowing as she drew in deep, desperate sucks. Her tongue traced frantic circles, each movement both panicked and precise. The goblin groaned, hands tangling in her hair, thrusting shallowly into her throat.
She gagged lightly, tears at the corners of her eyes, but instead of pulling away she pressed herself deeper, swallowing him down, forcing her throat to take it. Between muffled gurgles she thought wildly: Yes, give me everything… finish inside me… and collapse like the others. I'll endure this shame—because this is my victory.
She moaned softly around his length, her own sounds vibrating through him, making his body quake with rising urgency. He snarled, his hips trembling, until at last the flood came.
Hot, bitter release spilled down her throat, forcing her to gulp in quick, messy swallows. Her hands clutched him tighter, milking him desperately, determined not to waste a single drop.
When he finally sagged, twitching and drained, she pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Her chest heaved as she whispered, voice quivering:
"Oh no… I-I really had to… swallow it all… s-so humiliating…"
But her heart fluttered with giddy pride, her thoughts betraying the truth: Another victory… I won again.
Her throat worked desperately as she swallowed, gulp after gulp of thick seed sliding down into her belly. The goblin twitched in her grasp, his body already collapsing from exhaustion, but still she clung to him, lips sealed tightly around his shaft, drinking every drop as if victory itself depended on it.
Her lashes fluttered, cheeks flushed scarlet, her body shivering with the humiliating pleasure of it. It's so warm… so much more than the others… my body's burning… but this is a win, another one…
At last, the goblin slumped forward and crumpled onto the ground, his strength gone. She wiped her lips, panting, when suddenly—
[System Message: Victory Achieved – 70 EXP Earned.]
Her eyes widened, a startled gasp leaving her lips. "Seventy…?!"
She blinked, confused, almost disbelieving. Until now, every goblin she had fought with her branch, every one she had taken down through sheer stamina and timing, had given her only 10 to 40 EXP each. Eight of them had already fallen under her blows in this cave, and with every ear she cut as proof, the system had chimed its quiet reward. Steady, predictable… always small numbers.
But this one—this humiliating, shameful fight with her lips, her throat, and her trembling body—had given her nearly double the highest reward she'd ever received.
She pressed a hand to her chest, breathing fast, her heart hammering. Why… why so much? Was it because I… endured it that way?
Her cheeks burned hotter, and she shook her head violently, stamping her foot with a weak cry:
"Th-that doesn't matter! It's just the system being strange, that's all…! I'll ask the guild later…!"
But as she gathered her breath and reached for her branch again, her thoughts betrayed her, slipping into a shy, giddy murmur deep inside: Still… seventy XP… from something so embarrassing… I can't stop smiling…
Her lips curled into a secret, trembling smile as she prepared to keep hunting, her body both sore and strangely eager.