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.

The man watches impatiently as you wash the last of the slime from your body, his expression unreadable. As you begin to feel cleaner, he finally speaks up. "Alright, we should get moving." He extends a hand to help you up from the rock.

The man carries you back through the forest, his grip firm on your upper arm. As you approach the makeshift base, you see several other survivors milling about, tending to wounded or simply trying to stay warm. The air is charged with energy and anticipation as they prepare for what could be their final assault against the slimes that have terrorized them for so long.

When you finally reach the center of camp, one of the other rescuers sees you and hurries over. "Thank goodness,"