The Goblin Husbandry Project Pt. 07

It was coming again. She could feel her belly, swollen with thick cum, sloshing as Grog again approached orgasm. He was so hot within her, his cock throbbing, his gargantuan testicles tightening against his body and bouncing against her ass.

This time, as he groaned, the cum had nowhere to go. It pulsed against Lappy's cervix and was already out of room, spreading Lappy's tight pussy a bit wider as the pressure forced his load around his own huge cock and it fountained out of Lappy, spraying hot semen all over her limp legs, her ass, and her belly. The flow eventually stemmed, running down Lappy's body toward her head, streaming between her small breasts before Grog lowered her to the stage and took his cock out. It felt like being emptied; Lappy's pussy throbbed and winked in the air.

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She didn't hear the little bit of restrained applause, waking up in the harem, in miss Betsy's lap.

"Doing all right, sweetie?" Betsy asked.

Lappy examined her body for the injuries she expected, nothing presented itself but a dull ache in her hips. Since they should have been agonizingly painful after being pulled from their sockets, she would put up with being wobbly on her feet for some time.

"Ah, yeah, I know that feeling. So, the mister is apparently some bigshot with the church, so he can do all sorts of healing." A small groan travelled throughout the harem within earshot of Betsy, experience talking. "That Grog's a big softie, isn't he? I mean, if you have wide hips..."

"Yeah," Lappy agreed, doing nothing to remove herself from the woman's wide lap. If she had to be mildly injured, she'd rather be so enveloped in the gentle scent of womanhood with some massive breasts in her face. In fact, she thought she might be smelling the scent of milk... "He came in my mouth so that he would be a little softer inside me, didn't he?"

Betsy shrugged knowingly and ran her fingers through Lappy's hair. "That's what I keep telling these girls. Unfortunately, it's not always Grog. But you know, enough of that, go on back to sleep. I promise nothing bad will happen if you just scrape up a little more rest."

She tried to settle herself, to ignore the prattle of the other women, to ignore the ever-worsening condition of her situation, to ignore the conditioning that Palla had to be going through that she could be forced to take abuse like Lappy had already. She thought of a long-past time, when her greatest tribulation of the day was wondering whether Leigh would be coming back to the tower that day, which of the treats she would like before bed, which outfit would best fit the woman's taste, so they wouldn't get any sleep themselves until the early morning when exhaustion caught up with them after a long night of lovemaking.

As much as she loved those days, appreciated them for being better than her days growing up in a hole in the ground, she didn't feel she appreciated them well enough. She felt the tears streaming down her cheek as she silently drifted away.