The king stares down at you in shock as water begins to trickle from between your legs. "What?" He demands, his voice rising with alarm. Before he can say anything else, a tiny, squalling cry fills the air and a tiny, red creature covered in slime and blood tumbles out of your body and onto the floor.

"Wh... what is that?" The king asks, staring down at the tiny thing now lying limply on the ground.

The king stands up abruptly, his eyes wide with horror. "No," he whispers, taking a step back. "This can't be..." He turns to one of the goblin warriors standing nearby and thrusts the tiny, bloody creature into their hands. "Take care of it."

As they lead the terrified creature away, you climb shakily to your feet. "I... I'm sorry," you manage to get out before collapsing against the throne, your body wracked with sobs.

The leader moans as he feels you begin to squirm beneath his touch. He pulls roughly on your hair, making you take more of him with each thrust. The other goblins continue their assault on your body, taking turns violating every inch of skin they can reach. Your protests are muffled by the leader's cock as he continues to fuck your face without mercy.

The leader's thrusts grow faster and harder, his moans filling the clearing as he nears climax. He yanks your head back roughly, forcing you to look up at him. "You like this, don't you?" he growls, grinding himself against your face in time with his words. "You belong to us now."

Meanwhile, the other goblins continue their relentless assault on your body.

The leader of the scouts looks annoyed as one of his underlings beats him at rock-paper-scissors. "Fine," he growls, tossing the knife to the victorious goblin. The other scouts cheer and jeer as they watch their comrade approach you, grinning manically.

The goblin kneels down beside you, knife glinting in his hand. "Don't worry," he whispers, "it'll all be over soon."

The goblin leans in close, pressing his body against yours as he trails the knife down your chest and stomach. "Mmm... You smell nice," he whispers before bringing it up to your neck, teasingly scraping it across your skin. He chuckles darkly, enjoying the power he has over you in this moment.

With a sudden thrust, the knife pierces your skin and draws blood. You let out a muffled cry as pain sears through your body.

You risk a glance back over your shoulder as you continue to run. Your heart leaps into your throat when you see several more figures emerging from the shadows, their forms blurred by motion but unmistakably larger and less goblin-like than those who pursue you now. With renewed hope, you redouble your efforts to flee.

The leader's guards growl in frustration as they watch their prey slip through their fingers, but they don't dare slow down or risk being left behind.

The leader's eyes widen with rage as he sees the figures emerging from the shadows, and realizes they must be human soldiers sent to rescue you. He roars in fury, urging his minions to give chase and recapture their prize before it slips through their fingers. The race becomes even more desperate and brutal as they pursue, claws and teeth bared, intent on bringing you back to their lair.

The King Goblin's eyes narrowed, anger flaring in his gaze as he watched the elf willingly take their cumshots without flinching. He knew she was broken, but the sight of her enjoying their abuse only served to fuel his rage. In that moment, he made a decision – the elf would be theirs forever, but she wouldn't escape unscathed.

The King Goblin barked orders at his men, instructing them to bind the elf tightly before dragging her deeper into the forest. Their cruel laughter echoed through the trees as they disappeared from view, leaving behind a trail of cum-stained leaves. The elf's fate was sealed – she would be their plaything, forever subjected to their depraved desires.

The leader grinned evily. "What shall we do with it?" He asked. The other grinned back and shrugged.

"Let's take her to the king!" one of them shouted, lifting you off the ground. They began to carry you through the forest, heading for the goblin lair.

Their laughter rang in your ears as you were carried through the forest, the weight of their hands pinning you down as they took pleasure in feeling up every exposed part of your body. Your struggles grew weaker and more desperate, tears beginning to stream down your face from fear and humiliation.

Suddenly, a goblin guard blocking the path before them calls out, "Halt! Who goes there?" The leader of the scouts quickly steps forward, presenting you as a gift for the king.