The chieftain growls low in her throat at your insolence, but the challenge only seems to spur her on. Her movements become faster and more forceful as she begins to truly ride you like a beast, her strength leaving you gasping for breath as she takes what she wants from you. The other female goblins cheer even louder now, encouraging their leader to dominate you completely.

The chieftain's eyes widen as you cum deep inside her, your hot seed filling her up and triggering her own release. She shudders violently in orgasm, her body quivering as she milks every last drop of pleasure from your cock before finally collapsing forward onto you, their combined weight making it impossible for either of you to move.

Around them, the other female goblins continue to cheer and clap, celebrating yet another successful breeding session with their prized slave.

The young goblin pulls you roughly towards one of the larger platforms in the center of the breeding den, where several other female goblins are already gathered around. Their eyes widen with hunger and lust as they watch you being brought over, their hands reaching out to stroke themselves suggestively while they wait for your arrival.

The young goblin drops you unceremoniously onto the platform, causing your body to thump painfully against the hard stone beneath. "Here he is, ladies!" it proclaims, stepping back with a smug grin on its face. "Enjoy your plaything for tonight." Before you can react, strong hands grab hold of you and begin stripping you of what little clothing remains as several more goblins approach, eager to join the feast.

"Mmm, maybe next time we could try using some toys..." Aelia teases with a wink, her eyes sparkling mischievously despite having just finished climaxing. Ziloth nods eagerly in agreement, eager to explore new avenues of pleasure together with their master.

"Oh my!" Aelia exclaims, surprised and delighted by Anton's continued attention. Her body tenses up again, her chest rising and falling quickly as she enjoys the aftershocks of her orgasm while he continues to bring her back to the brink once more. "So good... Master..."

The blue goblin stretches lazily upon waking, her distended belly gurgling loudly as she releases another satisfied belch that echoes through the cavern. She pats her swollen stomach affectionately, feeling your squirming form still safely contained within her digestive tract. "Mmm... good breakfast," she murmurs in broken common tongue, licking her lips at the memory of swallowing you whole. Around her, the rest of the tribe begins their morning routines - some tending cooking fires, others sharpening weapons, while a group of younger goblins playfully wrestle nearby.

The chieftain approaches with narrowed eyes, her muscular arms crossed over her chest. "Blue one," she growls in the guttural goblin tongue, "you keep human too long. Either digest properly or share with tribe." The blue goblin pouts protectively, wrapping both arms around her bulging middle. "Mine!" she insists, her belly letting out another loud gurgle as if to emphasize her claim. The standoff continues until the shaman intervenes, suggesting a compromise - the blue goblin can keep you until nightfall, after which you'll either be fully digested or redistributed among the tribe.

As the argument settles, you feel the blue goblin's stomach acids intensify their work, the churning becoming more aggressive as she clearly intends to finish digesting you before the deadline. Her hands rub slow circles over her taut belly, occasionally pausing to feel your struggling form beneath the stretched skin. "Shhh... be good food," she coos, her voice a strange mix of cruel amusement and bizarre affection for her living meal.

The day passes slowly within the goblin lair, each moment seeming like an eternity as you wait to find out your fate. Your host feeds you small bites of half-cooked meat and rotten fruit, laughing cruelly at your attempts to escape from her grasp. You struggle against her powerful stomach muscles, but it does little to dissuade her from treating you as nothing more than a plaything.

The chieftain's expression slowly shifts from confusion to understanding as she processes your words. "So you're saying that we aren't any different from you?" she asks carefully, her voice barely above a whisper. "That our suffering doesn't matter because yours is greater?" Her eyes flicker over the other goblins before returning to meet your gaze.

There is a moment of silence as the implications of your words sink in. The chieftain looks down at her claws, her expression unreadable. "

The chieftain's eyes widen in surprise at your comment. "What?" she manages to choke out before regaining her composure. "I see...so you think I am the one who is mistaken." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before speaking again. "Very well then, human. If that is how you truly feel, perhaps there is no hope for us after all."

Without another word, she turns and walks away from you, the other goblins falling into step behind her.

"You're in our den now, human." The chieftain growls, her gaze fixed intently on you. "This is your new home. And since we are going to keep you here... you will do as we say." She pauses for a moment, seemingly considering something before she continues. "As for why you're naked... well, it makes things easier for everyone involved."

*The young goblin warrior steps forward, her expression unreadable beneath her helmet.

"Don't play dumb with me, human." The chieftain snarls, anger flashing in her eyes for a moment before she regains her composure. "You're our breeding slave now. We will use you to make more strong goblins." She gestures to the young warrior, who steps even closer. "And as for what that means... well, it means you'll be bred with often. And since we can't have our breeders getting sick or hurt..."