Three months. That's how long it had been since Arthur gave me a place here—since he gave me purpose. Every night, every dawn, every breath I lived for the same task: to serve, to birth, to be useful.
Now, lying in the straw, I could barely remember the feel of solitude. My body had long since adapted to this endless rhythm, my skin always warm, always flushed, always aching.
My holes were always swollen and aching, the desire to be filled intoxicating. I had to force my urges down, press them into silence.
Three of them were on me at once—Arthur's goblins, his summons, his brood, and my duty.
One pressed me down from behind, thrusting into my soaked core, another forced its way into my mouth, filling me with grunts and the bitter taste of him, while the third held me open with greedy claws, pushing deeper until my body trembled under the weight of them all.
"Mnn—ahh—! Arthur… Arthur, I'm working, I'm—useful!" My voice broke into gasps and muffled cries around them, each syllable clinging to his name like a prayer.
Every thrust sent sparks through me, each stretch, each slap of flesh against flesh driving me closer to that unbearable edge. I couldn't stop the moans, the broken pleas spilling out as tears streaked my face.
"Please—ahhnn—don't send me away. I'll give you more, always more. I'll never stop—I'll—ahhh—!"
Around me the goblins snarled and groaned, their grotesque harmony of lust filling the stable. My belly was already swollen again, heavy with the next litter, and yet my body welcomed every moment, every hot spill, every thick flood that claimed me.
Three months had passed, and there were already eighty of them—eighty goblins born from me. And still I begged for more.
Still I begged for Arthur to see me.
Their bodies crashed into mine again and again, a rhythm that drowned out thought, drowned out shame, until there was nothing left but heat.
Every time I tried to think, it felt like something was already there, buried deep, whispering before I could form my own thoughts.
My knees slid in the straw, arms trembling as I clung to the ground, one goblin driving deep into me from behind, another rutting against my lips so hard I gagged, while the third clawed at my breasts, pumping into me with desperate thrusts.
The use of my butthole was new. I had never done that before, but being filled like that — all holes at the same time — was brutal and delicious.
"Ahhh—Arthur—! I'm yours, I'm working for you, I'll never stop—please—" The words came out broken, muffled by the thick weight in my throat, but they spilled from me like a confession, frantic, needy.
I desperately try to breathe fresh air while my mouth remains empty.
My body betrayed me—shaking, clenching, quivering around them.
Every nerve screamed, every thrust forced another cry, another moan that I couldn't swallow back. The air stank of sweat and musk, thick, heavy, and still I begged for more, for it never to end.
I feel every movement, every centimeter of their length inside me — pulsing, trembling and cumming.
The one behind me slammed harder, his seed flooding deep, and the sudden rush tore a scream from me, high and ragged. The others followed, spurting into my mouth, my womb, my skin, until I was soaked, overflowing, my body painted and dripping with them.
Their hands on me — on my hips, my belly, my breasts… it was too intoxicating. The taste of sweaty skin against sweaty skin… but I still wouldn't give in to those insane desires. I belong to Arthur.
I collapsed forward, still trembling, still gasping, but they didn't stop.
Their cocks continued, nonstop, digging deeper.
Another wave of thrusts, more snarls, more claws, as if my climax only drove them wilder. And through it all, I smiled through the tears, through the ache, whispering hoarsely:
"If I keep giving, if I keep birthing… Arthur will see me… he has to see me…"
They were lined up.I could hear them even before I raised my head—the shuffling of bare feet on the straw, the impatient growls, the heavy, wet sound of their own hands stroking themselves as they waited their turn.
I was on all fours, shaking, my hair stuck to my face with sweat and drool.
One was still inside me, rutting with frantic thrusts, while another tugged at my head, forcing my mouth open wider for him. Beyond them, the others stood in a crooked line, eyes burning with hunger, their cocks hard and glistening, ready.
The sight of the queue made me whimper—half despair, half feverish excitement. My body screamed for rest, but the thought of so many waiting for me, needing me, filled me with a twisted warmth.
"Please—ahhh—don't push so hard—I'll break—" I gasped, only to moan louder as another spurt filled me. My belly already felt heavy, stretched, yet the endless cycle never stopped.
One finished with me, pulling out with a wet sound, and immediately another leapt forward to take his place.
No pause. No mercy.
Just the relentless demand of the line behind him, each desperate to claim me, to use me.
Sometimes I wonder how much cum they left inside me — probably a whole lake of it.
Their claws grabbed my hips, my shoulders, my hair.
I never gave them a blowjob — it was always a facefuck, a deepthroat.
My body was nothing but a vessel, trembling and soaked, and yet—I smiled weakly through tears.
"As long as I serve… as long as I give them what they want… Arthur will keep me close… he'll never send me away…"
And behind my blurred vision, I saw the line stretch longer, more goblins pouring in, restless, snarling, waiting for their turn. The night wasn't ending. The night never ended.
I used to be afraid I'd get too loose for Arthur… but then I remembered he was simply too big — it wouldn't matter.
The memory of his massive member, horse-like size made me more willing — and the goblins always ended up taking advantage of that.
My dumb pussy aches for Arthur, but it was the goblin's cock that proved it.
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Arthur analyzed the data the system delivered to him with growing curiosity.
"Wow, Merlin is gaining a lot of experience, huh?"
"The panel flickers before my eyes, a cold system report hovering in the air. Numbers, calculations, cycles… everything laid bare. I breathe slowly, letting it wash over me."
📜 System Log — Breeding Progress Host Vessel: Merlin Duration: 3 months (90 days / 2,160 hours) Assigned Task: Continuous Breeding Farm
Three months already. I hadn't realized how fast time moved while her body worked endlessly for me.
📈 Birth Statistics - Gestation Cycle: ~1 birth every 3 days - Average Litter Size: 3 goblins - Total Births: ~27 - Total Offspring: ~80 goblins
Eighty. From her womb alone. I picture the line of snarling creatures, all carrying my mark through her. Eighty… and still growing.
💦 Ejaculation Statistics - Month 1 (1 goblin, 20 min cycle): ~720 - Month 2–3 (3 goblins, 20 min cycle): ~4,320 - Total Ejaculations: ~5,040
Five thousand releases. I close my eyes and imagine the rhythm — her moans breaking every twenty minutes, her body never given rest, her holes stretched and filled without pause. Five thousand…
🧪 Fluid Volume (estimated) - Avg. ejaculate per goblin: ~5 ml - Total Cum Received: ~25,200 ml - Converted: ~25.2 liters
Twenty-five liters. Enough to drown her if it were all at once, yet she swallowed it all, took it all — womb, mouth, ass, skin. She became the container, the vessel, nothing wasted.
⚔️ Usage of Orifices - Mouth: ~1,512 times - Vagina: ~2,520 times - Anus: ~1,008 times
Every number is a memory — her gagging cries muffled around a cock, her trembling thighs as another tore into her womb, her choked sobs as they forced her rear open again. And still she whispered my name, begged not to be discarded.
🩸 System Summary - Vessel Status: Stable, exhausted, hyperfertile - Total Goblins Born: ~80 - Total Ejaculations Received: ~5,040 - Total Fluid Volume: ~25.2 liters - Total Orifice Usage: ~5,040 - Projected Growth: Population expected to surpass 150 in next 3 months
The numbers end there. Clinical. Mechanical. And yet, as I stare, I feel the weight of what they mean: eighty lives, five thousand uses, twenty-five liters. She has become everything I needed her to be. My vessel. My factory. My proof.
"And she'll keep going," I whisper to myself, closing the panel with a faint smile. "She'll give me more. Always more."