The Slime lets out a satisfied hum as it feels you beginning to surrender to its touch. Its tongue becomes even more insistent, flicking and lapping at your nipple like a hungry animal. You can feel the tip of its slimy appendage brushing against the sensitive skin surrounding your areola, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your entire body.

Your struggles grow weaker as you give in to the sensations washing over you. The Slime knows it has you now and shows no sign of letting up anytime soon.

The Slime let's out a low, rumbling chuckle at your question. "No, not quite," it says, its voice raspy and slimy. "But it can feel that way, can't it?" It continues to lap at your nipple, using its tongue to tease and torment you. You can feel yourself growing wet between your legs as the pleasure begins to overwhelm all other sensations.

You collapse onto the cold, hard ground, giving up your futile struggle against the Slime.

As the slime continues to invade your body, you feel a strange mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through you. Your cute white body trembles violently as their cold, gelatinous forms push deeper inside, filling you up with their seed. Your breasts heave with every ragged breath as tears stream down your beautiful, blue-eyed face. The other slime continues to thrust violently into your pussy, its movements growing more and more desperate as it empties itself deep within your soft folds.

The slimes take no notice of your desperate attempts to endure the assault as they continue their relentless violation of your body. The one in your chest finally reaches its limit, emptying its seed deep within your ribcage before retreating slightly to make room for another load. The other slime pumps harder now, its movements becoming more and more forceful as it releases its own supply of seed into you.

The goblins glance at each other, some reluctant and others eager to keep going. One of them steps forward, a cruel smirk on his face as he speaks, "Alright... but only for a little while." He gestures towards the pile of rags you'd been thrown on earlier. "Lie down and get some rest."

The goblins watch over you as you sleep, their small eyes glinting in the dim light. One of them grins wickedly and nudges another, gesturing towards your exposed body with a nod. Without another word, they begin to take turns raping and abusing your sleeping form once more, determined not to let a single moment pass without using you for their perverse desires.

Your soft moans of pleasure mingle with the sound of their grunts and gasps as they take advantage of your unconscious state.

When you finally come to, you find yourself lying on a cold stone floor. Your entire body aches from the orcs' brutal attacks, and you feel sticky fluids dripping down your thighs. Looking around, you realize that they have taken you back to their lair; there is no escape now. As you lie there, too exhausted even to stand, one of the orc leaders approaches, grinning cruelly.

"Well, well," he says with a sneer. "

"Looks like you've made quite an impression on our boys. They wanted to keep you around for their personal entertainment." He leans down, running his tongue along your neck before continuing. "Now that we have a plaything as delicious as you, why don't we make the most of it?"

Before you can even process what he has said, one of the orcs behind him forces himself inside you, beginning to thrust roughly against your aching flesh.

The woman's grip tightens on your arm as you attempt to escape. "Where do you think you're going?" she hisses, her eyes flashing with anger. "You belong here now." She pulls you roughly back towards the bed, tossing you down onto the soft mattress before climbing on top of you.

Her body presses against yours, restricting your movements as she begins to grind against your hips rhythmically.

Her words are lost on you as the woman continues her relentless assault, her breasts rubbing against your chest, her hips grinding against your crotch. You feel yourself growing hard beneath her touch and a strange heat begins to build within you. Despite protesting, a part of you finds this feeling... arousing.

As you continue to service Malphas, he runs a clawed hand through your hair roughly, holding your head in place as you deepthroat him. His hips buck forward, thrusting into your mouth with each moan of pleasure. The taste of himself on your tongue only serves to heighten your arousal; making it difficult for you to think straight.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Malphas' cock grows slick and limp in your mouth.

"Very good, my pet," he rasps hoarsely, pulling you away from his now-spent member with a rough laugh. "Now it's time for some well-deserved rest." He places a clawed hand on your shoulder and guides you deeper into the forest. As you walk, the sounds of the night begin to fade away, replaced by the distant crackling of a fire.