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When Soap had seen the posting on the village bounty board, he hadn't thought much of it. The job was simple: one hundred gold to whomever could exterminate the horde of goblins that had been wreaking havoc on the little village for the past few weeks. He’d learned from the townsfolk that as far as goblin hordes go, it was a fairly small one. No one had ever seen more than two or three raid their livestock at a time, and scouting parties had revealed they seemed to live out of a cave— not a large encampment. Not yet anyway. If left undealt with, the horde was sure to grow. Best to handle them now while their numbers were manageable.

It was a job not without risk of course, but a seasoned adventurer like himself should be able to handle it even without his usual party. Soap carefully makes his way through the forest in the direction of the cave, grinning to himself as he imagines the look on his companions faces when he drops the sack of gold in front of them. Gaz and Price will be sore to have missed out. The bragging rights of a solo victory will be almost better than the gold.

Almost.

Crouching silently in the brush, Soap stares into the mouth of the cave, taking in every detail he can before he can set forward. There are signs of life, scattered debris and bones around the entrance, though no obvious traps or alarm signals that he can see. He's careful nonetheless as he creeps forward, eyes and ears strained for any and all movement as he makes his way in.

Soap is honestly surprised by the lack of guard at the cave’s entrance. Though, he supposes if the goblin’s numbers are still so few, they might not have been able to post a watch.Still, Soap doesn't let his guard drop for a moment though as he makes his way deeper, keeping his steps light and daggers at the ready for any action. The air inside is cool, and a gentle breeze winding through suggests the cave system goes on much deeper than he thought and Soap makes careful note of the narrowing channels as he slinks further in, leaving hidden marks for himself to guide him on his exit.

There's no light inside the cave of course, Soap hadn't expected for there to be; most species of goblin didn't need light to navigate in the dark, so the lack of torches comes as no surprise. Any cavedwelling enemy might have the advantage if Soap hadn't come prepared himself. Rubbing a thumb over the hilt of his favourite dagger, he activates the rune carved into the blade and from one blink to the next, the previously pitch black tunnels are clear to him. Soap continues his trek deeper and deeper into the winding caves.

Soap’s footsteps are nearly soundless as he navigates the tunnels for what must be miles, his sense of unease growing with each silent step. He discovers intermittent signs of goblin presence the deeper in he goes, at least proving he’s moving somewhat in the right direction. Claw marks along the walls, painting on the rocks. He's dealt with enough of them to know the tells easily, but it does little to ease the unsettled weight in his gut. He didn't know just how deep this cave system went, or how far in the horde would be. The further in Soap crept, the harder it would be to retreat should the need arise. Still, he shrugs away the doubt and pushes onward: whether it be from the confidence he had in his fighting ability, or his own foolish pride, he can’t say.

Another mile into the snake-like tunnels has Soap contemplating turning back, to return at a later time with his party. The faintest sounds of voices has him stopping in his tracks, ears straining to hear. Rounding a narrow bend, he can make out the distant glow of firelight deeper in and downward.

Soap moves forward more carefully than ever before, every sense on high alert, muscles coiled and ready to spring as he approaches a ledge overlooking what appears to be… a Camp. Soap's heart drops when he processes the sight below him. The cave is so much more intricate than he was led to believe, as it opens up into a large clearing where more than two dozen goblins move about that he can see. Lit torches line the walls of the cave where different tunnels lead off, and there are several tents set up in various places around the camp. Soap can see a cooking fire burning brightly with a large pot boiling over it.

There's a great throne-like chair covered in different animal pelts near the largest tent close to the centre of the clearing. Soap can only assume the large, imposing form sitting in it must be the horde leader. Cold sweat beads on the back of his neck as he watches the creature speak to a smaller goblin. It wears a mask of bone that looks eerily like a human skull, and even from this distance, Soap thinks it must be nearly the size of an orc.

Shit.

There's no way in all the Hells that Soap would be able to handle one of that stature alone without risking serious harm, much less with more than double the amount of goblins he had been prepared for. To move forward alone would be suicide. He needs to leave and return with reinforcements. He bites his lip hard in thought, doubting if even his usual party of three would be enough. As strong and experienced as Price and Gaz were, they may need to hire extra hands…

He shakes his head. He’ll worry about it later, after he reports back.

As Soap slowly slinks back from the edge, thinking of the best course of action for his return, he hears a quiet shifting behind him. Knife in hand, Soap whips his head around, but before he can make a single move, a harsh blow to the back of his head has the world going black.

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Pain and darkness swirl behind Soap's closed lids as he slowly returns to consciousness. He bites back a groan as he tries to regain his wits about him. Soap remembers looking over the goblin camp before everything went dark, and he tries to keep his breathing even and heart steady when the realization sinks in, sitting heavy and stonelike in the pit of his stomach.

Soap has been captured.

He dares to crack open an eye, wincing as even the low torchlight seems too bright, and tries to take in his surroundings without giving himself away, starting to try and formulate a plan of escape. A plan that seems more hopeless by the second the more information he takes in.

The first realization is the cold metal collar around his neck, attached to a chain staked firmly in the ground just a few short feet away, his wrists bound together in tight corded leather in front of him. Leashed up like a dog. The next bit of information that trickles into Soap's still spinning mind is that he can feel the cool packed dirt floor of the cave on his bare skin.

His completely bare skin. Every piece of armour, every article of clothing, every single scrap of cloth Soap had been wearing, has been taken from his body. He's completely and utterly naked, cunt fully visible to his captors. Ice cold adrenaline shoots up his spine, his heart beating painfully hard in his throat.

Movement in his periphery makes Soap snap his head up, and he realizes where in the camp he is: the middle clearing, surrounded on all sides by several goblin bodies standing, leering, over him. Not ten feet away is their leader, sat tall in his throne of bones and pelts, head resting on his hand while he watches, his expression impossible to read behind the skull mask.

Soap juts his chin out stubbornly, meeting the dark gaze of the large beast, refusing to show fear despite his extremely vulnerable position.

"My party is not far from this place." He lies boldly, "If you kill me, you won't live long enough to regret it."

There's a chattering around him at Soap's threat, goblin speech that Soap can't understand.

Soap watches as a smaller, leaner one leans up to say something in a high croaking voice to the leader. He thinks it calls him 'Ghost'.

Soap can see the lower half of his face is uncovered by the skull mask, a scarred mouth and strong jaw. A muscle jumps on the leader's face and that mouth twitches into a kind of smile.

Or grimace.

Soap can't really tell the difference beyond the sharp teeth that are revealed when the large goblin leader, Ghost, speaks to him.

"Oh, little human." He says, voice low and rough, so much deeper and raspier than the high reedy chittering of his goblin underlings. Soap can practically feel it vibrate through him, even at this distance. "We have no intention of killing you."

The words are more threatening than if he'd said he was going to behead Soap right then and there.

Ghost leans back into his throne, relaxing like a lazy king, watchful, half lidded gaze never leaving Soap where he lays bound in the centre of the camp. Soap feels cold sweat break out on his skin, limbs feeling heavy with adrenaline as anxiety stabs through his heart like a hot poker. The dozens of hungry gleaming eyes bore into Soap's naked flesh. He can feel the strange, terrifying energy crackle in the air like static before lightning strikes.

Soap shakes his head, swallowing hard, and with a slow wave of the leader's hand, the horde descends at once.

Soap tries to scurry back, but is stopped with a harsh choke when the chain goes taut, yanking the collar painfully into his throat. Bright leering eyes surround him, calloused hands reaching and grabbing at his skin, pulling him every which way. Soap shouts and snarls, kicking a leg out when his ankle is grabbed. He manages to catch one grinning goblin face on the chin with his heel, forcing it off him only for it to be replaced by another.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" Soap spits uselessly, flailing and attempting to fight off the seemingly endless bodies around him. An impossible feat when faced with his bound hands and short leash. He's outnumbered, overwhelmingly so, but that doesn't stop him trying.

Even as he's held down by several clawed hands, arms held above his head and legs pried open, Soap struggles and twists, snapping his jaws fiercely. Even when he snags one of their boney little hands between his teeth, hearing its shrill yowl of pain feels hollow. Over the mass of goblins crowding in on him, he can see the leader, Ghost, watching from his throne. Smirking. Sneering. Soap spits in his direction, cold searing hate filling his veins. He opens his mouth to hurl a curse at the leering, haughty bastard, only to choke on a shout as he feels a sharp, stinging bite on his chest.

Soap looks down, eyes hot and angry, to see one of them at his tit, sharp teeth clamped down hard around his nipple, tugging at it harshly. Soap hisses, not unlike an angry cat as it pulls off the now aching red bud and laves a slimy wet tongue over it, again and again, lapping at it like it might produce anything. It does nothing to ease the sting of the bite, and Soap tries uselessly to arch away, only to find himself pressed against a different body.

His stomach twists into sick knots when Soap feels the press of something firm and hot into his palms, arms held tightly above his head as he squirms on the ground. Looking up at his hands, he sees, feels, one of them has worked their small fat cocks into his hands, strong bony fingers clamped around his bound wrists as it uses his hands to jerk itself off.

Soap cringes hard, trying to yank his hands away to no avail as he feels it start to leak against his palms, the creature grunting lewdly as it slicks up Soap’s hand. Despite their smaller size, they use their numbers to their advantage, keeping Soap pinned down by the endless amount of them. Another leaking cock presses against Soap's skin, digging into his exposed armpit, as another drags over his chest, leaving a slick trail of precum over his skin.

Soap shivers in disgust as their jittery, wet sounds of vile pleasure grow cacophonous around him

"Stop!" Soap shouts, disgust curdling in his stomach as more and more of the creatures press their leaking cocks into his skin, grinding against any exposed flesh they can find. Soap feels ill when one grabs him by the hair, pulling harshly and forcing his face into its crotch, the thing thrusting at him like a dog and is seemingly unbothered by the feeling of Soap's stubbled jaw rubbing against its cock. Soap clamps his mouth shut tight, nearly biting his cheek, shuddering as it leaks all over his face, horrid little balls dragging against his cheek where it ruts against him, trying to force the head past his lips.

He won't let it, refuses to allow that thing into his mouth, grunting through his nose in discomfort as it grinds his face, huffing and groaning like an animal. Wet, dribbling warmth spills into his hands, coating his fingers and sliding down his arms. Lower down his body, warmth splattering across his chest, he can feel it trailing down his torso, pooling and coating his heaving belly.

He whimpers through his nose as the goblin trying to fuck its way into his mouth shudders against him and sprays cum across his face, apparently unable to last long enough to reach his goal. Soap slams his eyes shut against the smattering of cum, tears pricking his eyes, sick with shame as one by one the chittering, jeering creatures coat him in their filth.

Soap jerks his head away harshly, frustratedly trying to wipe his face against his shoulder, and only manages to dig the steel collar into the skin of his neck painfully. Somewhere in the distance, he hears the deep gravely voice of the goblin lord Ghost, more distinct and resonating than the dozens of panting raspy barks around him. He says something Soap can't understand, in goblin he assumes. One of them, much closer to Soap, yaps in response, and Soap feels a weight heft onto his chest.

He cracks open one glaring eye, mouth sill clamped shut, and sees a twisted hungry grin above him, straddling his chest. Soap meets the glowing yellow eyes with a silent sneer as it takes its short thick cock in hand, slapping it against Soap's cheek. He's gearing up to bite, when he feels something prodding at his cunt, and Soap freezes, body going cold from head to foot.

The goblin above him reaches out, and Soap has enough forethought to suck in a sharp breath before it clamps his nose shut. He shakes his head back and forth, bucking up trying to dislodge the creature, all of the creatures, on him, but he can't get the leverage with so many holding him down, and the insistent prodding and petting at his cunt has panic rising in his throat like bile.

He feels small calloused fingers spreading his pussy open, as a cockhead is gliding against the sole of his foot, the sound of grunting and high reedy moaning to his left where a goblin suckles his tit painfully. The lack of air makes him dizzy, his eyes growing wider with his rising panic as the slick blunt head of something drags up and down his folds. Above him another goblin has started fucking Soap's already sticky hands again, clamping their hands around his fingers to force his grip tight.

Soap's air is running out, dark spots dotting the corners of his vision as he tries to shake off the one clamping his nose shut, and then the goblin between his legs pushes forward. Across the room, glowing amber eyes watch from behind a mask of bone as Soap finally cries out as his body is breached, cock shoving its way between his lips while his cunt is fucked open by frantic spearing thrusts.

His screams of angry protest are muffled around the foul cock in his mouth, and while the creature's length is barely enough to reach the back of his throat, it's hard desperate thrusting against his face makes it difficult to catch a breath. Soap tries to jerk his body away, horror and disgust growing inside of him with each passing second; he can feel the fat little cock in his cunt stabbing harshly in and out of his body, clawed hands gripping his hips while the goblin fucks him like a hound, rapid and hungry with less than zero regard for the body it's using.

The one fucking his mouth is a sick mirror to the one below, gnarled fingers twisted into Soap's hair as it mounts his face, grinding its cock in as deep as it can, forcing John's head still as the goblin tries to all but crush his nose against its pelvis as it starts to cum against his tongue. Soap gurgles loudly, gagging and choking as viscous, bitter fluid floods his mouth. The goblin pants and groans like a pig as it rolls its hips against Soap's face, pressing in deep to force every disgusting drop into his mouth.

Soap refuses to swallow the foul liquid, coughing and spitting when it finally slides out. Spit and cum slide down his chin, pooling in the hollow of his throat as he tries to spit again and again between wet breaths. The goblin between his held open thighs groans loudly and slumps forward, and Soap can feel the twitching warmth leaking into his cunt. He snarls, snapping his teeth in fury, sending spittle flying as his hands ball into fists. The creature that had been stroking itself with his hands yelps like a kicked dog when John inadvertently squeezes the hell out of its cock, jerking away and covering itself.

Serves it right, Soap wishes he's pulled the fucker's cock right off, though the tiny visotry brings him no comfort.

"I will fucking kill you!" Soap shouts, voice cracking. He can feel the sickening dribble of cum leaking from his cunt the goblin pulls out, only for another to immediately shove it's way in to replace it, moaning as it starts to thrust against Soap's wet hole. "I will cut the balls off of each and every one of ye's before I slice your bloody throats- nh!"

Soap grunts, body spasming as the goblin angles upward on its thrust, body going tight as it rails that sensitive spot over and over again. He kicks a leg out uselessly before it's grabbed again and forcibly bent,keeping him spread wide. Soap screws his eyes shut, sweat beading on his brow as he tries to keep himself from making any sort of noise as he's fucked into.

It doesn't feel good. He doesn't want to feel any sort of pleasure from what is being done to him, even as sparks dance unwillingly up his spine with every thrust against his g-spot. The creature makes an ugly grunting as it stills inside him, filling him once more with thick cum and Soap shudders in disgust, forcing himself to ignore the throbbing in his clit.

He opens his mouth to hurl more threats, only to be painfully cut off by a harsh yank of his hair, head snapping back with a yelp. He barely has time to register the uncomfortable way his neck cranes before his vision is covered by a goblin mounting his face, leaky cock smearing a path across his face to his mouth.

"No-!"

Protest interrupted once more by a short stubby cock shoving into his mouth. It's worse this time than the one before- the angle of his neck making the metal collar dig into his throat just shy of choking him, along with Soap needing to time breathing through his nose around the degrading slap of balls against his face.

He can't stand the feeling of the cock dragging across his tongue, grinding against the roof of his mouth as spit bubbles around the seam of his lips. Tears well in his eyes, stinging as he struggles to breath around the brutal mouth fucking. The creature grunts and groans above him, barely heard above the various other sounds of sick pleasure around him. He feels more spattering across his belly, followed by a dragging wet tongue over his tender nipple once more.

'Stop it…' He thinks miserably, squeezing his eyes shut, a tear escaping his the corner of his eye as his body is rocked back and forth between the creatures fucking him from both sides; with his head forced back, the tear slides into his hairline.

Firm nobby hands grab his pecs and squeeze them together, claws digging into his muscles it forces cleavage onto him. Soap can't see, not with the goblin trying its best to breed his throat, but he can feel his tits being held together as another one joins in, rubbing its dribbling cock between them.

Soap can't stand the disgusting sounds of their pleasure, the wet slapping and their harsh grunting as they grind and fuck against any and every part of his exposed flesh that they can get at. Cum dribbles out of his cunt and slides down over his asshole as another one cums inside of him. How many is that now? He's losing count of how many of the depraved beasts have had their way with his cunt.

Soap arches and groans around the cock in his mouth when sharp pain shoots from his tits, the goblin squeezing his tits together pinches his nipples harshly, making Soap lift his back in an attempt to escape the biting sting. It makes a reedy sound of pleasure from the vibrations of Soap's cry around his cock, grinding it deeper into his mouth and forcing his jaw painfully wide. Cum splatters between his tits, streaking down his already drenched body as one of the chittering creatures slides off him.

He can't breathe again, hands squeezing rapidly, frantically trying to catch on anything to help him get some leverage. To allow him to suck in any amount of air to his lung, but his mouth is filled with cock and cum, and his nose is buried in pulsing, throbbing balls as his throat is forcefully, thoroughly bred.

Soap has no choice but to swallow this time, his lungs burning for air hardly distracting from the foul cum being forced down into his belly. It fills his mouth as the goblin grinds its hips languidly against Soap's face, cum and drool leaking out of the corners of his mouth, out of his nose.

It's too much, Soap's lungs scream for air and dark spots dance in the corners of his vision. He can't take it, he's going to pass out. He's going to die- suffocated on goblin cock and drowned by cum.

The shame of it burns almost as badly as his need to breathe. He hopes the goblins dispose of his body somewhere it won't ever be found so that no one will see the state that poor John MacTavish was left in. Maybe they'll eat his body once they're done with it.

Soap doesn't even register the prodding at his asshole then, too busy coughing and sputtering on bitter cum as the goblin fucking his mouth finally, finally pulls out, freeing his airway with a sick gasp. Soap pulls in lungfuls of air between wet coughing, trying to spit and purge the thick spend coating his tongue.

He groans miserably, nose clogged with snot and worse, face wet and sticky. Doesn't need to see himself to know he's a right fucking mess. Fouled in a way he doesn’t think will ever feel clean again.

He cracks a weary, watery eye open, blinking cum and tears out of his vision. Through the writhing sea of goblin bodies crowing him, Soap can see where the goblin lord sits in his throne, still watching. Soap can see the bulge of something large beneath the leathers he wears. It twitches between the great beast's legs when Soap shouts out, eyes going wide with pain and panic as his arsehole is breached.

If it weren't for the generally diminutive size of their cocks, and the sheer amount of cum coating his hole leaking from his cunt acting as lubricant, Soap would have been much worse off. Still, the lack of prep of any kind, and the immediate ruthlessness of its thrusting has Soap's face screwing up as he pants through gritted teeth in discomfort.

Again and again, Soap is fucked and filled and covered in sticky wet filth. Body moved and bent and manipulated by the seemingly never ending mass of hands forcing him to bend and arch for them to use. He's only able to try and catch his breath when the goblins move about him to change positions, taking turns to ruin him over and over again.

And still, through it all, their leader watches him. Every time Soap catches a glimpse of him through the horde of creatures, he finds deep dark eyes locked on him.

Soap is on his knees, grunting into the cool stone floor of the cave while two goblins fuck into him from behind, when that deep carrying voice speaks up.

"Enough."

The one sawing its short thick cock into his arse digs its claws into his hips, forcing in one last time with a guttural moan before it slides limply out of his body, dribbling cum on its way out. The one at his cunt does the same, unloading one last time into him before it too draws back. Without the dozen or so grasping hands holding him up, Soap's hips drop to the floor, laying in the puddle cum below.

Soap lays there panting, body trembling and weak, exhausted to his very bones. There isn't a single part of him that doesn't feel sore and bruised, every inch of his skin feels slick and filthy, covered in goblin spend, inside and out.

The goblin leader says something that Soap still doesn't understand, and through bleary eyes he can see him wave a large hand in Soap's direction. Suddenly the grasping, clawing hands are back, gripping him by the arms and carrying him- dragging him really- across the cave floor. Soap uses what minimal strength he still has to try and resist, baring his teeth and trying to shrug them off to no avail.

Soap is deposited onto the ground in front of the throne and he struggles up onto his knees, glaring up at the massive, more orc-like than goblin, leader of the horde.

Ghost.

He's even more intimidating this close up, rippling muscles of his bare chest obvious under a layer of fat, large hands fit for crushing enemies in their grasp, massive thighs like the trunks of oak trees. The skull mask only covers a portion of his face, leaving his mouth and jaw visible; Soap’s gaze follows a twisting scar from at the corner of his mouth up the side of the creature's face where it disappears under the mask.

His whole body appears to be littered with scars now that Soap is unfortunately close enough to see them,clearly having seen, and won, many battles in his lifetime. Unsurprising that such a beast would be made leader of a horde of goblins. When Ghost opens his mouth to speak, Soap can see his large white fangs clearly. Though they seem more like tusks.

Soap tries not to imagine them ripping flesh from bone.

"Lasted longer than I anticipated," He says, the deep timbre of his voice snapping Soap's wandering eye back up to his face. "Impressive, for such a frail species."

Soap spits at the foot of the throne, sneering up at the beast with as much hate he could muster in his exhausted gaze.

"Impressive vocabulary," Soap croaks, voice raspy and raw from having his throat thoroughly abused. "For such a stupid species."

Not his most eloquent insult admittedly, but it's the best his sluggish, fucked out mind can muster given his current state.

Clearly it doesn't land as hard as Soap hoped it would, judging by the twitch of a smile from the large goblin. Amused by the little human’s continued show of force.

He leans down to his side, saying something to the other creatures hovering nearby, once again in that tongue Soap can't understand, and a few of them start to move in on Soap once more.

"Don't-!" Soap tries to shrink back, but their rough and persistent hands grab him, manipulating him almost easily once more and forcing Soap to face away despite his ceaseless struggling. Two of the creatures grab the chain of his collar, yanking hard and forcing his head down onto the floor while the others grab tightly to his hips, lifting his backside up.

Presenting his filthy, dripping holes to the goblin king.

Heat burns in Soap's core, rising to his face and making his ears ring with humiliation. It's one thing to be fucked over and over by more than a dozen rabid beasts, but it's another thing entirely to be put on such shameful display.

Soap struggles viciously with a snarl, but the goblins holding him in place simply dig their claws into his flesh tighter to keep him still, a foot on the back of his head keeps his face crushed against the stone floor, while the metal collar digs painfully into his neck.

behind him, Soap hears a creaking, then shifting steps approach where he lay vulnerable for inspection. Suddenly, solid warm hands grip each round cheek, palms nearly big enough to encompass each mound.

Soap tries to kick, but his legs are held firmly down and Ghost chuckles behind him, squeezing and massaging Soap's bruised ass thoughtfully.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" He shouts, face burning even hotter when he feels the leader's rough thumbs on either side of his cunt lips, squishing them together and Soap feels a glob of cum ooze out of him. The sensation makes him sick with shame, his stomach roilling more so when Ghost spreads him open, just shy of uncomfortably wide, exposing his abused and tender insides to be seen.

Soap squeezes his eyes shut, trying to keep bile from rising up his throat. If he were sick, the only thing he'd puke up would be several loads of cum at this point.

"Stop it." Soap croaks, voice breaking with humiliation. "Don't- don't look-!"

A finger prods at Soap's asshole, almost curiously and Soap bites back a whimper when it presses inside with a wet squelch. Thicker than half of the cocks that had fucked it open, Ghost's digit works its way deeper into his hole.

Soap bites his lip, grunting at the feeling of Ghost slowly stretching him on his fingers. He can't hold back the gasp when two thick fingers of his other hand slip into his cunt with a sticky sound. His body clenches when Soap tries to jerk away from the probing against his walls, only for the beast to tsk at him and curl the fingers in his ass impatiently, tugging harshly at his rim and making Soap yelp loudly.

"Be still." Ghost rumbles firmly before going back to exploring Soap's tender insides.

He's methodical, almost, in the way he works his finger in and out of Soap's body, nearly clinical. Ghost fucks him slowly with his fingers, occasionally pulling out to gather the spilled cum sliding down his thighs only to work it back inside him.

It's worse like this, Soap thinks miserably. At least the animalistic fucking he'd endured until now had been mindless, impersonal. Degrading and unpleasant no doubt, but being slowly and methodically worked open, to have his very centre spread open for inspection and peered into, was humiliating in ways Soap could barely wrap his addled mind around.

Ghost's fingers reach deeper than the little goblin dicks before him, and it isn't long before Soap's body begins to betray him. He sucks in a shuddery breath as Ghost pays special attention to that soft spongy spot in his cunt that has him biting back moans. He doesn't want any part of this to bring him pleasure, and Soap has to screw his eyes shut, pressing his face into the stone floor to distract from the building warmth in his gut as Ghost hones in on that spot.

"Don't be stubborn, little human." Ghost says, and Soap can hear the smug undertone in his deep voice. "I can feel your cunt quivering. Is our little whore finally starting to enjoy himself?"

Soap snarls, eyes flying open hot and angry, trying to spit a curse over his shoulder only to choke on it as the goblin leader thrusts another finger into him, three now, stretching his pussy open and grinding against his g-spot.

Ghost laughs cruelly when Soap coughs on a moan, trying to disguise the sound of it, as the too thick fingers begin fuck harshly in and out now, the squishing wet sounds from his cunt echoing off the cave walls.

Soap can feel the building pressure as Ghost's fingers work inside him, forcing pleasure into him despite Soap's efforts to resist. He pants through his nose, sweat beading on his brow as Ghost curls into that spot again and again.

"Come on now," Ghost says "Let's get you to loosen up. Let it go, pet."

Soap shakes his head the best he can with his face on the ground, body quivering. He's so wet, he can hear every slick sound of those thick fingers pumping into him. He groans around his lip, biting hard enough to taste blood, and Ghost chuckles behind him.

"Nh…. Ah!"

Soap flinches harshly, body rocking forward when Ghost removes the fingers from his ass and starts to rub at his throbbing clit with his calloused thumb. Having been neglected this entire time, the sudden shock of it has Soap careening towards an end he so desperately wants to avoid.

Not here. Not at the hands of this fucking beast.

Ghosts' fingers pump into his harder, curling again and again as he circles against Soap's clit expertly.

"Cute little thing you have here, human."

Ghost pinches Soap's clit between his thick fingers, hard, and in an instant, Soap has lost.

"Stop! Stopstopstop-!" Soap shouts, voice as quivery as his thighs as he tries to squirm away from it. It's impossible though, held firmly in place by Ghost himself, hands bound and leashed down. Soap can do nothing as the onslaught of pleasure overwhelms him, crashing through his system like a river through a burst dam.

"Fffuck-!" Soap chokes out brokenly, body seizing up as a toe curling orgasm is forced onto him by cruel, precise hands. Hands that have more than certainly ended the lives of countless humans. Hands that rend flesh from bone and crush enemies between them. Hands that work Soap through one of the worst, and most amazing orgasms of his life.

Hands that don't stop as Soap twitches and writhes under them, panting and moaning as his cunt clenches rhythmically around the fingers inside him.

"There we go," Ghost croons, monstrous voice falsely sweet, "Good pet. Isn't that better?" He withdraws his fingers from Soap’s cunt with a sickly wet sound, though at this point it feels like half of his damn hand. He clenches down unconsciously, as if to keep them inside, body refusing to let Ghost go. Soap feels open and empty without them.

Hollow.

Soap lays there with his ass in the air, sweating and gasping like a wounded animal, eyes bleary as he tries to blink the haze from his vision, only to realize they're tears. The shame burns worse than anything he's ever felt, to be brought such intense release, to experience even an ounce of pleasure from the worst situation one could be found in. Soap's only comfort is in the fact that his party members are not here to bear witness to his complete and utter ruin.

Behind him there's a rustling, shifting movement before the sound of a low breathy sigh. Soap lifts himself just enough on his forearms, weak as he feels, and peers over his shoulder. His heart nearly stops in his chest at what he sees, body going tense as cold fear replaces that buzzing warmth sat in his belly.

Ghost stares down at him from behind his mask, having freed his cock from his leathers, stroking the massive thing slowly. The head of it peaks out of the beast's fist with every lazy stroke; it’s larger than Soap's fist, the girth of the damn thing as thick as an arm at least.

He's using cum scooped from Soap's body and his own wet spend to slick up the absurdly large thing, a thick syrupy bead of precum dribbles from the slit, and Ghost aims himself so that it lands on Soap's twitching hole, and Soap flinches as it does. For a moment, they're connected by the thin shimmery thread before Ghost's fist closes over the head of his cock again, snapping the string of precum with a huff that reminds Soap of a bull.

Ghost releases his cock and Soap watches it droop down under its own hefty weight, his breath growing thin and tight in his chest. Certainly the beast has no intention of fucking him with that massive thing, right?

It jerks up once, heavy and bobbing as Ghost shifts around.

It'll never fit. There's no way. It's the size of a fucking horse's cock and then some.

Panic crawls up Soap's spine, seizing him around the thorat as Ghost places a hand on Soap's hip, his giant fucking mitt holding him firmly as he crouches behind Soap's body, all the other hands holding him down falling away to give the leader space.

"S'gonna be a tight fit," Ghost says, deep voice sounding almost amused. "Even with how sloppy you are after all them cocks."

Soap, despite knowing the hopelessness of his situation, cannot resist the flight response that takes over when he realizes that the goblin lord does intend to fuck him with that monstrous cock. With an uncharacteristically desperate sound, Soap scrambles forward, bound hands in front of him digging into the ground to pull himself away, legs flailing in an attempt to flee the beast's grasp.

But it is hopeless. Even if the collar weren't choking him as he reached the end of the chain, Soap can do nothing to fight off the iron grasp of Ghost's hands digging into his hips painfully hard, and pulling him back into position.

"Stop!" Soap yelps, fear making his voice tight, cracking with urgent desperation. "It won't fit! You'll kill me!"

He squirms frantically in Ghost's bruising grip, landing a kick against his thigh behind him. It feels like kicking a solid wall. Ghost huffs loudly, sounding impatient and he brings a hand down to crack loudly against the globe of Soap's ass.

Soap cries out, feeling like he'd been struck with a wood plank.

"Be still," He growls out, clearly losing patience with the fighting, flailing human in his grasp. He grabs his cock and slaps it against Soap's pussy, harshly a few times. Obviously not bothered enough by Soap's struggle to flag his erection.

He flinches, body jumping with every firm sticky slap of the head against his cunt. He doesn't want to cry, not now after what he's endured, but he doesn't want this to be the way his life ends. Split in half and fucked to death by a goblin lord. He chokes on a sob that he can't hold back, chest heaving as he faces his inevitable end.

There's a soft groan behind him, accompanied by an almost… Gentle pat on his flank. The words that follow are far less gentle, more patronizing as Ghost coos at him, petting his sweat tacky skin, as if trying to calm a startled horse.

"I told you, little human," He rumbles, circling a thumb over his slit once more. "Got no intention of killing you. We've got just the thing to keep from breaking our new pet."

Ghost barks out an order to a nearby goblin, all the while rocking his hips back and forth against Soap's back side, gliding thick that heavy cock up and down his sticky folds. He dribbles precum all over Soap's ass and lower back, leaking profusely and adding to the mess on him.

What could the beast possibly mean? Soap shudders, listening to the slick clicking of their combined sticky mess as he slides between his cheeks. Ghost occasionally presses the head of his too fat cock against Soap's cunt, impossibly wide and hot, just to smear his shimmery pre all over his folds.

Shortly the tapping of feet on the stone floor announces the return of the underling Ghost had sent for, and Ghost removes a hand from Soap's hips. The sound of a cork popping startles Soap into looking up from where he's buried his head against his arm, and he cranes his neck to see what fresh hell awaits him. His brows scrunch in confusion.

Ghost has a glass bottle in hand, dark red shimmery liquid sloshing inside as he tilts it back and forth, staring at the almost familiar contents inside.

It's… A healing potion?

Ghost glances down, catching Soap's confused eye and his scarred mouth quirks up in that almost half smile half grimace.

"Found this in your pack." He states simply. "I can think of a way this might be useful, hm?"

Soap blinks, fear and exhaustion slowing his mind, making it too hard to connect whatever dots the beast is trying to present.

He chuckles at Soap's confused look, a raspy, condescending sound that grates on Soap's frayed nerves.

"You'll see."

Soap opens his mouth to snark something back, only to snap it shut with an audible clack of his teeth when he watches Ghost dribble some of the potion onto his hard cock, slicking it up with his other hand like oil.

The slightly viscous potion reminds Soap of blood as Ghost smears it up and down his girthy cock, and it has Soap's guts twisting in renewed fear.

Oh.

Is Ghost. He's going to…?

Soap shakes his head, eyes going impossibly wide, fearful tears gathering at the corners as the beast lines his cock up behind Soap, on hand on his rump, digging his thick fingers into his flesh cruelly and spreading him as the head of his massive cock presses against the entrance of his cunt.

"Don't!" Soap screeches tries to struggle away once more, sick with adrenaline as cold sweat breaks out over his whole body. It's no use, Ghost's grip on him is unbreakable as he pushes firmly, and steadily forward.

"It won't fit! You Fucking- Ahn! Bastard cunt!" Soap thrashes against his bindings, teeth gnashing painfully together, trying to hold back his shouts of pain as an unyielding pressure is forced against his cunt.

The beast behind him grunts, thrusting forward as he tries to force his dick inside the too small channel of Soap's body. Both hands grip Soap's ass now, spreading him wide as if that will make his entry any easier.

It hurts- fuck it hurts, as the bastard tries to wedge the head of his cock into him. Rocking against him, slicked up with cum and potion, forcing it painfully in, harder and harder until Soap's body finally yields.

Ghost grunts as the head of his cock, thick as a man's fist, pops inside the wet heat of Soap's cunt, Soap screaming out as his pussy is stretched beyond limitations.

The bruising pain of an impossibly wide stretch, the burn of his cunt tearing, is soothed immediately by the potion coating the monster's dick. The oddest sensation of unbearable pain licked away by the warm tingling of healing magic.

Soap's head swims, colourful dots sparking in his vision as Ghost inches forward with a low moan, the human unable to suck in a full breath through clenching teeth, near hyperventilating as his mind and body are swiftly overwhelmed by warring sensations.

Ghost growls, head lolling back as he massages Soap's ass in his massive palms, rocking forward bit by bit into Soap's writhing little body.

"So fucking tight, pet." He grunts, cock jerking as Soap's cunt spasms in pain, contracting as it's torn and mended and stretched with every inch shoved inside. He pulls back just slightly, dribbling a bit more potion onto his length before shoving back in even deeper with a low resonating moan. Still barely half way into Soap's twitching hole, cunt lips stretching painfuly wide around the leader's girth. Ghost massages the human's poor bruised pussy where it tries to open up for him, smearing the blood red potion over him.

"Take it out," Soap moans miserably against the floor, stomach clenching and chest heaving, unable to do anything but lay there as his cunt is broken and remoulded to fit the shape of the goblin leader's cock. "*Please*- s'too much…!"

Ghost chuckles and grinds his hips forward, deeper and deeper into his body still, making Soap suck in a wet breath, sobbing as the tears flow freely now.

"Almost there," Ghost croons, "Doing good for me, pet. Gonna make this cunt all mine, hear? Little whore, just for me."

Soap shakes his head, cheek dragging against the cold stone floor, a mess of tears and drool on his face as the goblin continues to ruin his body. A crushing, bruising, ache pulses through his gut as the head of Ghost's cock kisses the end of Soap's cunt, pressing firmly against his cervix.

Ghost draws back and shoves forward, nudging it, trying to find more room that simply doesn't exist, trying to force the last bit of length into Soap's body.

"Ngh-!"

His body feels too small. Too stuffed. Soap can barely breathe around the girth filling him.

"M'gonna…" Soap whimpers, entire body trembling now, either from shock or pure overwhelm, his words are becoming harder to find as Ghost starts to slide steadily in and out. "Gonna bre-eak. It hurts-!" He stutters soft protests, body rocking as Ghost has to hold him still to inch his cock out, as if his cunt can't bare to let go of the goblin's cock, before nudging back in against his cervix again and again.

"That so?" Ghost asks, voice mockingly sweet. "You broken, pet?" He squeezes Soap's ass in his palms, scarred mouth twisting into a cruel smile under his mask of bone. He pushes in as far as Soap's body will let him, feeling the human tense up with a shout. His cunt can do little more than spasm, already squeezing Ghost so tightly from the sheer stretch of him.

"Can't have that, can we?" Ghost's thumb moves to circle Soap's asshole, watching it twitch under his touch. Cum oozes out of it, forced out as Soap's body is made to accommodate the cock taking up so much space inside his cunt. "Let's make it better then, shall we?"

He chuckles and works his thumb past the rim, Soap whimpering loudly, writhing under him in weak protest. Ghost can feel his cock through the thin wall of muscle separating his channels, and he lets out a low hungry growl. There's truly no more room inside the boy for anything other than Ghost's cock.

Perfect.

Soap can't see what Ghost is doing, too overwhelmed to even try to lift his head to look. His lower half feels like it's on fire, like his body is being split in half from the inside out, the minimal amount of potion on Ghost’s cock only able to ease the searing ache so much. It may keep him from bleeding out on the beast’s dick, but the further inside he pushes, the worse the damage is going to be. Soap's body unable to relax, instinct trying to push the invading, battering ram of a cock out.

Suddenly something cool and solid is being pressed against the rim of his asshole, and Soap blinks his eyes open, a confused little murmur escaping him.

"Mn- What…?"

Ghost presses the rim of the potion bottle into Soap's entrance, forcing it in despite the tight fit and tipping it, pouring the contents into Soap's body.

Buzzing, tingling warmth floods Soap's system as the bottle is emptied into him, his eyes flying wide and gasping loudly as his guts clench and spasm.

"Ah! Fuckfuck!" Soap shouts loudly, throwing his head back as he tries to move, nails digging into the cave floor. Pure, unfiltered energy courses into his body, warmth like liquid honey sinking into him and making his bones feel like jelly. It's unlike any sensation Soap has ever felt in his life. The overbearing, unyielding pain in his core melting away and replaced with the rippling thrum of magic.

It feels like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart.

Ghost groans above him, slipping a finger into Soap's ass after the potion bottle is empty, ensuring not a single drop spills out. Soap's body suddenly feels elastic, the path carved out by the monster cock forced inside him is healing around its shape, body moulding to fit him inside. The lack of space suddenly a non issue as Ghost is finally able to sink his last few inches in with a deep growl.

Soap feels like he's drunk a barrel dragon whisky, mind swimming in sensations he can't even begin to comprehend, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Ghost's hulking form settles over him, cock nestled so deep inside his body, it feels impossible to fully expand his lungs. The unyielding pressure is there, but pain doesn't come. Only the warm wave of magic washing over him again and again. Every piece of Soap that Ghost breaks apart is mended by the potion poured directly into his guts.

His body, his mind, morphs around the shape of the monster inside of him, and it's the most incredible feeling that Soap has ever experienced in his life. He feels himself melt into the cave floor, mind going blissfully empty as Ghost blankets him with his large, warm body, belly fitting neatly into the curve of Soap's back like a puzzle piece.

"Theeeere we go." Ghost croons sweetly into Soap's ear, rocking his cock into Soap's wet cunt. Soap moans wantonly, shivering as desire dances up and down his spine before settling warmly in the pit of his full belly. "Nice and easy for me, pet. That's it, good boy."

Ghost fucks him slowly against the cave floor, bringing a hand up under him to grab his jaw in hand. Soap can barely keep his eyes open, mouth slack and mind miles away, as Ghost tilts his face towards him, large tongue sneaking out to bully past Soap's bruised lips.

It's not a kiss so much as a wet claiming of his mouth, but Soap moans sweetly for it all the same, dragging his smaller tongue clumsily against the goblin lord's.

Ghost draws back and Soap whimpers at the loss, chasing after Ghost's tongue before becoming distracted by a particularly deep thrust rocking him forward, mewling in pleasure.

Ghost grunts into Soap's ear as his hips move faster, huffing like a bull now that he can more easily fuck into Soap's loosened body. Ghost wraps his arms tightly around the human under him, holding him close as suddenly Soap's world is tilted, Ghost forcing them into a kneeling position and drawing Soap up into his lap.

Soap's head falls back limply against Ghost, the chain on his collar clinking musically with every upward thrust as the position drives Ghost's girthy dick impossibly deeper into Soap's body. Ghost holds firmly onto Soap's jaw, forcing his gaze downward at his body where he sits on the goblin's cock.

"Gods," Soap moans wetly, tears mixing with the spit and drool down his stubbled face. "S'o fucking big," Soap stares with dazed blue eyes as his belly is distended from the sheer size of the goblin cock deep inside him, bulging out with every thrust. Soap's bound hands fall to his belly, feeling the persistent nudging under his palms.

Ghost groans in his ear, and Soap can feel the rumblings against his back, through his whole body. It makes his eyes flutter as Ghost grinds in nice and slow, rolling his hips up languidly to press his cock against Soap's hands from the inside. Soap's mouth drops open, eyes rolling back at the sensation deep inside his belly.

It hurts in a very distant, detached sort of way. The pain like a far away echo while the persistent pressure against every pleasure sensor in his body is lit up like festival lanterns.

"So sweet for me now aren't you?" Ghost growls hotly against Soap's ear, nipping it between sharp teeth and Soap nods, agreeing though the words don't truly register in his drunken mind. He's wasted on the feeling of magical pleasure, of being crammed full to bursting. No room in his mind or body for thought or pain, just stuffed with nothing but Ghost.

"Gonna knock this pretty cunt up," Ghost is picking up speed now, large heavy balls swinging up with every thrust, the sound of them slapping against Soap’s dripping wet skin echoing off the cave walls. "Useless for anything else now, ruined it, haven't I?" Slick from Soap’s cunt slides down Ghost's thrusting cock, the syrupy wet sound accentuating every thrust, practically harmonized with Soap's continuous moans and needy whines.

He nods again, panting loudly, not hearing the words or their meaning, losing himself to the sensation of Ghost inside his very being. He sobs in agreement to anything and everything Ghost says, vision blurred with tears as he watches Ghost's cock bulge in his belly again and again. Distantly he can hear the chittering of goblins surrounding them, the disgusting sticky sound of their tiny cocks in hand, watching their lord take Soap's body as his.

Soap can't find a single part of himself that cares. Instead he throws his head back, spreading his legs wider as he tries to rock himself against Ghost's length. Ghost growls against him and Soap can feel the press of teeth against his skin, large hands grabbing Soap's muscled thighs and holding firmly, spreading him wide as Ghost fucks up into him without a care.

"Fuck! Fuck yesyesyes!" Soap cries out, writhing against Ghost in ecstasy, the angle of his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside Soap's body, crammed full of the goblin as he is.

"Do it!" Soap shouts, voice breaking as he begs, beyond wrecked from overuse, "Fucking breed me!"

Ghost growls against him, large hand coming up to slap Soap's sopping cunt meanly as he drives mercilessly up into him.

"Greedy little whore," Ghost snarls into the back of Soap's neck and does it again, relishing the way Soap shouts and, somehow, clenches even tighter around his cock.

The third strike lands directly on Soap's throbbing, engorged clit, and Soap feels his vision white out, body going taught like a drawn bow as he's forced to cum, unable to stop the hot liquid spraying out onto the cave floor as he squirts on Ghost’s cock. He might scream, Soap can't be sure. He can't hear anything other than his own pounding heart in his ears as Ghost sinks his sharp teeth into his shoulder. He feels the rumbling groan from Ghost's chest and the throbbing of the cock lodged deep inside his cunt as he empties himself inside of Soap’s body.

How there's room inside him for the amount of cum Ghost's heavy balls pump into him, Soap can't say. He doesn't know anything aside from the bone deep exhaustion that crashes down over him as his cunt is pumped full of thick cum, pulse after pulse settling hotly into his womb, dribbling from the tight seam of his stretched pussy down the goblin lord's heavy sac.

Soap's vision fades to black as he slips into unconsciousness in Ghost’s arms, pulsing cock still lodged inside of him.

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Moons later, Soap sits prettily at the foot of his great Lord's throne, hand resting delicately on his swollen belly. He gazes up at his husband adoringly as Ghost barks out a command to the half dozen foot soldiers in front of them. Putting together a hunting party, from the sound of it. Soap's grasp of their language is still spotty, but he knows enough to get by now.

Ghost glances down once the underlings are dismissed, warm amber eyes meeting Soap's own with a fond crinkle behind the mask. Soap beams up at him from his place of soft furs, waiting patently for permission. Ghost rumbles out a soft chuckle, reaching a hand down to tug gently at the delicate gold collar around Soap's neck, beckoning him up.

Soap rises, somewhat clumsily due to the size of his pregnant belly, and is lifted easily into Ghost's lap, a large hand coming up to pet over the round heavy shape of him.

Soap preens under his Lord's touch, bare legs spreading in the hopes that hand will find its way lower, as it so often does.

"Your son grows strong by the day, my lord." Soap breathes, letting those large hands explore Soap's naked body, only ever adorned in the beautiful gold collar around his neck.

Ghost hums thoughtfully, nodding, letting a thumb rub over Soap’s swollen tit.

Soap reaches out, grasping the skull mask in both hands before gently lifting it from his face, letting himself take in the unobstructed view of his mate.

Soap can hardly remember what brought him to Ghost all those moons ago, but looking upon the scars of hard won battles crossing his broad and handsome face, he can't imagine being anywhere but at his side, from now until forever.

They gaze at each other for a warm quiet moment before Ghost holds Soap's chin in hand, pulling him in for a deep, claiming kiss, hand settling possessively over the curve of his belly where their son continues to grow stronger by the day.