Perils of Adventure Ch.01 - Silke - Sex Stories

Perils of Adventure Ch.01 - Silke

... cock thrust through the wooden ring spreading her lips and into her mouth. When the throbbing shaft brushed against her tongue she was surprised to find it tasted little different than a man's. A particularly sweaty man who hadn't bathed in several weeks, perhaps, but a man's nonetheless.

At first the goblin riding Silke's face seemed content thrusting away wildly into her mouth, but before long it grew agitated. The little fiend fixed her eyes with its own and chattered loudly, its bizarre language making no more sense to its captive than that of a songbird. When his outburst prompted no change in the whimpering thief's performance, the goblin only became increasingly cross. Incensed, he started to slap at his captive's face, rough, clawed hands clapping against her flushed cheeks in rapid succession. The helpless girl squealed at the assault, her inarticulate cries muffled by the monster's stiff rod and an inability to move her jaw. Only when her assailant opened his mouth and pantomimed a large lick did she finally realize what he wanted of her. With the last shreds of futile resistance already beaten out of her the obedient thief began to lick, her hesitant tongue probing at the invading shaft like it was coated in poison. While hardly an inspiring performance, her attempts were at least enough to end the rain of blows against her face and trigger a groan of pleasure from her abuser.

Scarcely more than a minute passed of Silke actively servicing the foul monster ...

... in her mouth before he shuddered and blew his load all over the thief's tongue. If a few drops of goblin seed had been enough to make her want to heave, tasting an entire load of the stuff was plenty sufficient to bring a fresh wave of anguished tears to the girl's puffy eyes. When the creature withdrew his cock a moment later she began to sputter in a desperate attempt to eject its seed with what little control she had of her mouth, but before she could make any real progress another of the greenskins had taken up the same position and was pushing past her lips. Knowing defiance would bring only more pain, Silke began to suck.

Laying on her back in the middle of a goddesses forsaken cave with a goblin she hadn't even seen ploughing her cunt and another humping her mouth while their predecessors' vile loads befouled her face and womb alike, Silke felt completely and utterly worthless. She wasn't, though. Far from it. To her captors, the defeated adventuress was a prized possession. Their colony had fallen on hard times of late and wasn't nearly numerous enough to comfortably take down an entire party of combatants like the one that had stumbled into their domain. That weakness, however, only served to make the lone captive they could safely procure all the more precious. She would be a priceless treasure to keep them entertained through the boredom of long, subterranean days and start the restoration of their clan. It was only natural that the capture of such a prize would ...