Monster Milfs love Human Bullies! - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

(Hahahaha! You guys thought I was done? Nah, you're not getting rid of me that easily. I've got a ton of bigger, better, lewder, FILTHIER ideas on the way, INCLUDING a few collabs that I'm sure you're all going to absolutely adore! But for now, simply enjoy another helping of MILFy monsterslut goodness, and rejoice at my return, my beloved followers.)

The Frieren lord threw his head back with a deep, rumbling groan of exertion that had Zal's eardrums rattling about in his skull at the deafening power that lingered in that manly voice that sent tremors shaking through the air and made the sleeping monstergirl whores of Rimecoast's slum lands shake with needy, aching want for the giant white bull that was the source of such an overpowering roar. His huge, beefy body had already more than filled the wooden bathtub to its limit, leaving Zelda and Hetta with no choice but to plant their huge, soft, bubbly green curves over the tight, chiseled muscles of Radley's hulking thighs and washboard abs...an inconvenience that they were happy to put up with to further serve their lord and ensure his big, strong arms didn't get tired out soaping up every last inch of his humongously strong body to scrub away all the sweat and dirt and FILTH that coated him...

"Yeah, that's it bitch boy. Scrape that fat cock clean with that dumb little Gobby tongue...actually, you haven't even proven yourself worthy of that yet. Maidens from the best bathhouses the kingdom has to offer line up like beggars for the right to serve as personal washmaidens for my family, and you think you have that right with this tiny kiddy pool of a bath? Heh, you Goblins truly are dumb. Now get that sissy slut tongue lower, bitch, I want you to slurp up these big, greasy human nuts clean and THEN get to work scrubbing my ass with your mouth. Didn't you and your momma wanna prove you were good greenie bitches? Well now's your fuckin' chance." Radley ordered Zelda as ~~she~~ he mewled and nodded with a brainless look on his face, his aching clit cock rubbing against the solid steel flesh of the lord's astoundingly huge tree trunk thighs while he slowly moved to follow his commands...

But the young lord was far from done yet, and his next move sent a soaring wind of excitement through Hetta's heart that Yarg, bless his heart, had never even come close to in the decades he'd spent courting her before she finally (begrudgingly) accepted his hand in marriage. She was so, so glad with how Radley seemed so taken with little Zelda that he hadn't forgotten her yet, and she was eager to steal every last morsel of attention she could from that hulking human hunk as he issued his next orders to her!

"And you. You think I can't smell those fucking slut juices spilling out of you? You've got the scent of a bitch in heat and it's even filthier than your 'boy' here. A nasty little whore like you has to be cleaned before she can think of serving as a washmaiden, so you're gonna take over scraping all the sweat and dirt from this big fat human dick that your son was just slurping on while I clean up that filthy fuckhole you've got between those thick thighs." He told her, his tone of voice making it clear that this was no request, but an outright order from the mega hung noble stud as he smacked his hand across her pillowy cheeks and made the water filling the tub slosh about and spill over from the sheer rippling motion of her endlessly clapping asscheeks.

Of course, with how mesmerized she was by his studly might, Hetta was instantly in motion to meet his command, her massively fat, marshmallowy cheeks casting a shadow over Radley's face as she hoisted her bottom half up and climbed over him before letting her obscenely thick ass crash down with a lewd THWAP! her cheeks instantly hit with a firm, dominant smack on both sides by Radley's huge hands digging into that mouthwateringly soft assmeat while she barely even managed to reach his cock due to how lengthy his musclebound torso was compared to her entire body! Only barely managing to grasp the base of his massive breeding pole and smack it down onto his stomach where she could easily run her tongue along the overgrown, vein-riddled monster-shaft while her mind blanked in the face of the sheer glory of a mighty human alpha's massive cock saturating her taste buds completely with its pungent, all-consuming flavor of sex and sin~

Radley was right. Completely, undoubtedly, unequivocally right. Zelda hadn’t proven himself yet, and he was nothing but a stupid, pea-brained greenie fag-sleeve for thinking otherwise! How dare he defile the Young Lord’s sweaty, filthy, greasy monster cock with his disgusting little tongue when he hadn’t even gotten permission yet! Luckily for the empty-headed little sissy-doll, Radley was such a kind and benevolent Master! Listening to him rumble and groan like an absolute BEAST sent needy, wanton shivers rolling down Zelda’s spine, his agonizingly stiff green clitty erupting sooo hard as his irresistible Aryan God gave him his “blessing” to go ahead and worship that musky, grimy, sweat-soaked nut sack weighing him down like a pair of colossal, meaty pendulums. One whiff of that rancid, mind-ruining stench was enough to leave the pint-sized emerald-green sissy-sleeve seeing stars, but that clearly wasn’t enough for him. He took in deep, starving breaths like an opium-crazed junkie, pathetic little clit gushing endlessly and fat, puffy fag-pussy leaking like a bitch in heat, as his sloppy, drooling tongue came spilling out of his piping hot maw. Gods, if his father could see him now, just how disappointed would he be? A piece of Zelda could feel old Yarg turning over in his grave, but that didn’t stop him from bringing his alluringly fat lips down to Radley’s overgrown nuts.

The floor around the trembling greenie fag-tease was slathered in a puddle of his own girly juices, as he slowly dragged his tongue across the firm, leathery flesh of Radley’s huge, hulking balls, caking his tastebuds in a sticky film of sickeningly musty, manly, mind-rotting stud-filth! He slurped all over the vast expanse of those colossal, cum-churning nuts, while his tiny, soapy hands glided up and down the imposing teenage Adonis’ magnificently musclebound legs, scrubbing and scraping and squeezing with all the might his puny greenie fingers could work up! He spat and slobbered all over Radley’s loudly rumbling nut sack, painting that gorgeous pale skin with big, wet, needy lipstick stains, before he slowly unhinged his incredibly flexible jaw and devoured one of Master’s giant, veiny balls in one ravenous motion! It was like a genuine jawbreaker, filling every crevice of Zelda’s sopping wet, steaming hot mouth, as he tightened up his jaw and mashed his maw around the bloated, beefy morsel of man-meat like a starving little whore. A disgustingly loud “GGGLLLRRRKKK” and “SSSCCCHHHLLLUUURRRPPP” spilled out of the bathroom, burning Zal’s ears, while Zelda pouched Radley’s nut into his overstuffed cheek, suckling, gurgling, and slurping down every ounce of sweat and filth he could, before fitting ANOTHER jumbo-sized Alpha nut into the other cheek! Gods, he wanted sooo desperately to impress the young, accomplished, dashing Aryan Lord, wanted to prove to him that he could be the best little greenie nut-slurper around! Even as he struggled to breathe, and his jaw felt like it was going to snap in two, Zelda didn’t dare give up, mashing his powerful mandibles, sucking down on Radley’s nuts like a vacuum, while his heart-shaped gold eyes rolled mindlessly into the back of his teeny-tiny skull.

ᴼᶠ ᶜᴼᵁᴿˢᴱ, ᴹᴬˢᵀᴱᴿ﹗ ᴵ’ᴸᴸ ᶜᴸᴱᴬᴺ ᴵᵀ ᵁᴾ ˢᴼᴼᴼ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ, ᴵ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴵˢᴱ﹗ ᴵ’ᴸᴸ ᴸᴵᶜᴷ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᴸᵁᴿᴾ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵁᶜᴷ ᵀᴵᴸᴸ ᴹʸ ᵂᴴᴼᴸᴱ ᴶᴬᵂ ᴮᴿᴱᴬᴷˢ﹗ ᴵ’ᴸᴸ ᴮᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴱᴿᶠᴱᶜᵀ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᴬᵀ-ˢᴸᴬⱽᴱ ᶠᴼᴿᴱⱽᴱᴿ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴱⱽᴱᴿ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴱⱽᴱᴿ, ᴹʸ ᴴᴬᴺᴰˢᴼᴹᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴺᴳ ᴸᴼᴿᴰ﹗” Hetta snarled like a wild animal, her fat, meaty green pussy trembling so painfully with desire, as her humongous, heaving shelf of jello-y, monster-sized ass-fat came CRASHING down on top of his ruggedly sculpted face! She ground that squirting, steaming, quivering pussy-meat back and forth across his broad, prominent nose and perfectly soft lips, throwing her head back in unimaginable ecstasy and letting her shameful, slutty gobbo-juices come pouring out even faster, all while she pressed herself down on him with all her might, grinding and gyrating and wobbling her voluptuous, motherly hips as fast as she could! “CLOPCLOPCLOPCLOP”, the sound of her meaty emerald wobble-flesh SMACKING back and forth against Radley’s face mixed with the nasty gurgling of Zelda’s slobbery choking, flooding out of their tiny, sin-scented hut and letting all their monstrous neighbors know that a REAL MAN had finally arrived at the Grimehallow house! She was furiously grinding her slutty, sloppy little face against the Frieren heir’s enormous, sweaty, musky teen cock, grabbing it with both of her teeny little hands and jacking it up and down all slow and seductive, trembling as the first oversized wad of chunky, yellowish, finely aged ball-snot came trickling out from that colossal, gut-busting cockhead! She dragged her piping hot tongue up the length of Radley’s awe-inspiring spire of mammoth-sized noble cock-meat, scooping up that rancid helping of tastebud-ruining pre-jizz and relishing in every last fat, jumbo-sized sperm-cell swimming inside her greedy little mouth!

“ᶠᵁᵁᵁᴳᴳᴳᴳᴴᴴᴴ ♥♥♥ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴮᴬᴮᴵᴱˢ ᴬᴿᴱ ˢᴼ ᴮᴵᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴮᴱᴱᶠʸ ᴬᴸᴿᴱᴬᴰʸ﹗ ᵀᴴᴱʸ ᵂᴬᴺᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴹᴱ ᴾᴿᴱᴳᴺᴬᴺᵀ ˢᴼᴼᴼ ᴮᴬᴰᴰᴰ﹗ ᴵ ᵂᴬᴺᴺᴬ ˢᵁᶜᴷ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ ᴬᴸᴸ ᵁᴾᴾᴾ﹗ ᴵ ᵂᴬᴺᴺᴬ ᴿᴬᴵˢᴱ ᴬ ᵂᴴᴼᴸᴱ ᴺᵁᴿˢᴱᴿʸ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴹʸ ᴮᴱᴸᴸʸ, ᴹᴬˢᵀᴱᴿ﹗ ᶠᴵᴸᴸ ᴹᴱ ᵀᴵᴸᴸ ᴵ ᴮᵁᴿˢᵀ﹗ ᵁˢᴱ ᴹᴱ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴬ ᵀᴱᴱᴺʸ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ᴶᴵᶻᶻ-ᵀᴼᴵᴸᴱᵀ﹗ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ’ˢ ᴬᴸᴸ ᴹʸ ᴳᴿᴱᴱᴺᴵᴱ ᵂᴴᴼᴿᴱ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᴬᵀ ᴵˢ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴬᴺʸᵂᴬʸ ♥♥♥” Hetta groaned as she swung her jaw open like a steel-trap, tears of pure joy streaming down her mascara-caked cheeks, as she gobbled up Radley’s frighteningly fat, meaty mushroom cockhead and skewered her impossibly steamy, sloppy, spongy-soft gullet down on inch after throat-splitting inch of that underaged fuck-slab! This cock that’s ruined so many pussies in just 16 short years. This cock that’s trampled marriages all over Rimecoast. This cock whose blood has been responsible for the needless slaughter of so many creatures just like her, including her own husband. This mind-breaking monument to UNQUESTIONABLE HUMAN SUPREMACY, she wouldn’t DARE tear her supple, squeezing, vise-like gullet away from it! She CLENCHED so tight that it was practically a second-skin, stretching her fat lips so far and wide that they were almost as thin as razor blades around that addictive teenage behemoth! Her wet, sudsy udders scrubbed up and down Radley’s carved and sculpted chest, washing him all over, while she impaled her fat pink esophagus with the hugest, fattest, and meatiest cock she’s ever had the pleasure of slurping! She would never be able to get every last inch buried down her obscenely bulging throat from this angle, but that didn’t stop her from trying, furiously smashing her windpipe down as hard as she could, filling the air with a wet, hot “GLRK” and sickening “SCLORP” each time she pulled up and SLAMMED down like some stupid little cum-dump!

The sounds of raunchy, primal pleasure only fit for a hyper hung alpha male of the highest order to experience was booming throughout every last block of the messily built slum neighborhood as an unmistakable aura of lust and depravity swirled about from the Grimehallow household and caked the entire building in a hot, muggy stench emanating from Radley's hulking, musclebound mass and making Zal's eyes sting with the sheer potency of that mind melting scent each time he took it in, making the task of mending his human bully's clothes even more daunting as he fought to get it over and done with before he came back and beat him to a pulp for failing the task he was assigned!

As though Zal needed more distractions to keep him from ever managing to get done with the intricate task of knitting that Zelda had been trying to teach him for years now (oh how he wished he'd paid more attention now), a hot, lewd, sickening SCHLLLLLLRRPPPPPP~ rang out alongside a twin set of equally needy, soft, suckling lip smacking noises that set his mind aflame with the possibility of what might have been happening in that bathroom...

But nothing in Zal's imagination would match up to the sight of Radley's huge, beefy Aryan biceps tense and ripe with hot, surging veins as his hands dug greedily into the overwhelming avalanche of wobbly green assfat jiggling heftily over his face while he suckled and licked and SLURPED~ the emerald green honeypot squished between the tiny crevice created by Hetta Grimehallow's AWESOMELY FAT, JUICY GREEN DUMPTRACK ASS AND PILLOWY COCKMILKING THIGHS! But even as he dove between her legs and feasted on the ripe, cherry flavored nectar of her oozing cunt, Radley was the farthest possible thing from submissive, his big, hot, slippery stud-tongue didn't just eat her out, it devoured Hetta's pussy with an overflowing gusto like he wanted to claim it, his huge tongue punching deeper than most "men's" inferior cocks would while he SCHLICKED and SCHLRRRPED and GULPED every last inch of her inner folds like a lion devouring its defeated prey.

His eyes rolled back unexpectedly right as Hetta lost herself in squirting bliss, embracing the flared head of that pulsing, angry, massive ivory bullydick and punching it deep into her gullet such that he had no choice but to buck his hips instinctively and groan, a chunky wad of thick, nutty alpha-grease pouring out from his cocktip with the yellowing curdles of a soupy custard, but thicker and chunkier and greasier, slamming into the back of Hetta's throat right before he came to his senses and YANKED his sloppy stud-cock free from her inner depths before smacking it down over her face with cruel, violent intent! Smearing his nose clogging pre grease all over her face and grunting like a bull as he pried his face away from her shivering cunt and growled with a primal rage that only made the quivering Goblin whores more needy and wanting for him!

"Bitch, the FUCK do you think you're doing, huh? Didn't I tell you little Goblin bitches you're not worth doing more than scraping my cock clean with those filthy slut tongues after the shitty bath you got me? And now you're trying to deepthroat this dick and snatch my load, huh? Gonna try and do one of your crazy monster rituals with a real man's seed? Knew you little Greenie sluts were too empty headed to be trusted to do a job right. Now shut the fuck up and do EXACTLY what I told you before I call Zally over and crack his fucking spine as punishment for your shit. Hell, you'd probably love that, you filthy whore of a mother." Radley lashed out with vicious intent, rage and disapproval clear in his voice as he punctuated his questions with a hard, heavy wollop to the back of Hetta's teeny head each time, finally grabbing her by the throat and nearly ringing her neck out as he forced her to comply to his wishes and he let her go with an angry snort and a wad of spit shot on her cheek.

Zal had heard about the unimaginable stench of sweaty, rugged, musclebound human conquerers, a stench so foul and pungent that filled the land like a thick, heady haze as their army approached non-human territory. An odor steeped in the blood and sweat of innocent monsters being senselessly slaughtered for the sake of humanity’s so-called “civilization”. It triggered an almost primal urge to run and hide like the weak-kneed, utterly inferior creature he was… The same way he bolted from his father’s arms when he was just a child, as Lord Frieren trampled over their homes and cut down anybody foolhardy enough to stand in their way. Zal was practically on the verge of tears, shaking uncontrollably like an anxious wreck, as Radley’s deeply disturbing, twice as HOT, MUSKY, AND FOUL AS ANYTHING HE SMELLED ON THAT TRAGIC DAY, enveloped not just their home, but their entire section of the slums. It seeped deep into the wall, embedding itself in any surface it possibly could, as fat, meaty, monster-pussies from all over quivered, ached, and gushed mindlessly just from a mere whiff of that utterly mind-ruining aroma. Their starving, repressed cunts agonized for a REAL MAN, A HUMAN STUD CAPABLE OF BREEDING THEM LIKE THE SIMPLE-MINDED JIZZ-TOILETS THEY WERE ALL BORN TO BE. Wives, sisters, daughters, Radley’s musk didn’t discriminate whatsoever, leaving brains empty and pussies squirting, while their clit-dick, pussified, natural-born cucks for “men” could only shudder and nearly wet themselves as their instincts told them that a TRUE ARYAN CONQUERER WAS NEAR!

Zal, sitting in a puddle of his own pathetic piss, hunched over like he was trying to collapse in on himself, didn’t dare turn his head. No matter how sloppy, slutty, and unbelievably noisy Radley and his family was being, he wouldn’t (or couldn’t) get up from his spot without “Master’s” say-so. He worked his fingers to the bone, accidentally pricking his twiggy little fingers over and over with his sewing needle, as he tried to make a whole new pair custom trousers for that big, overbearing human brute out of nothing but scraps of tattered cloth and prayer. It was an impossible task, but Radley knew that, and that’s why he gave it to his favorite little greenie shit-stain. This was going to be Zal’s lot in life. He couldn’t keep fighting against. What was the point? He should just accept it…

“ᴵ’ᴹ ˢᴼᴼᴼ ˢᴼᴿᴿʸ, ᴹᴬˢᵀᴱᴿ﹗ ᴵ ᶜᴼᵁᴸᴰᴺ’ᵀ ᴴᴱᴸᴾ ᴵᵀ﹗ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴮᴵᴳ ᶠᴬᵀ ᵀᴬᴰᴾᴼᴸᴱ ˢᵂᴵᴹᴹᴱᴿˢ ᵀᴬˢᵀᴱᴰ ᵀᴼᴼ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ﹗ ᴵ ᶜᴼᵁᴸᴰᴺ’ᵀ ˢᵀᴼᴾ ᴹʸˢᴱᴸᶠ﹗ ᴵ’ᴹ ˢᴼᴼᴼ ˢᴼᴿᴿʸ ᴵ’ᴹ ˢᵁᶜᴴ ᴬ ᵀᴴᴵᴱⱽᴵᴺᴳ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ᴾᴵᴱᶜᴱ ᴼᶠ ᴳᴿᴱᴱᴺᴵᴱ ᴾᵁˢˢʸ﹗ ˢᴼ, ˢᴼ, ˢᴼ, ˢᴼᴼᴼ ˢᴼᴿᴿʸ﹗ ᶠᴼᴿᴳᴵⱽᴱ ᴹᴱ﹗ ᴵ’ᴸᴸ ᴰᴼ ᴬᴺʸᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ, ᴵ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴵˢᴱ﹗ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴾᴸᴱᴱᴱᴬˢᴱ, ᴰᴼᴺ’ᵀ ᵀᴬᴷᴱ ᴵᵀ ᴬᵂᴬʸ﹗ ᴵ ᴺᴱᴱᴰ ᴵᵀ﹗ ᴵ ᴺᴱᴱᴰ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴵᶜᴷ ᵀᴱᴱᴺ ᴰᴵᶜᴷ ᵀᴱᴬᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᴼᴾᴱᴺ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᴬᵀ, ᴹᴬˢᵀᴱᴿ﹗ ᴵ—ᴵ ᴹᴱᴬᴺ, ᴵ ᴺᴱᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᴷᴱᴱᴾ ᶻᴬᴸᴸʸ ˢᴬᶠᴱ﹗ ʸ—ʸᴱᴬᴴ, ᵀᴴᴬᵀ’ˢ ᴵᵀ﹗ ᴵ ᵂᴬᴺᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴾᴿᴼᵀᴱᶜᵀ ᴴᴵᴹ﹗ ˢ—ˢᴼᴼᴼ ᴵ’ᴸᴸ ˢᴸᵁᴿᴾ ᴵᵀ, ᴸᴵᶜᴷ ᴵᵀ, ᴷᴵˢˢ ᴵᵀ, ˢᴸᴼᴮᴮᴱᴿ ᴬᴸᴸ ᴼⱽᴱᴿ ᴵᵀ, ᴾᵁᴹᴾ ᴵᵀ ᴮᴱᵀᵂᴱᴱᴺ ᴹʸ ᴳᴵᴬᴺᵀ ᴳᴿᴱᴱᴺᴵᴱ ᵀᴵᵀˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᶠᴬᵀ ᴹᴱᴬᵀʸ ᴬˢˢ-ᶜᴴᴱᴱᴷˢ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴬ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ᶜᴼᶜᴷ-ᴰᴼᴸᴸ﹗ ᴵ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴵˢᴱ ♥♥♥” As Zal heard his mother “defend” him, a sudden swell of courage began to fill his body. He felt himself (even as his mind BEGGED him to stop) climb up from his seat on the floor, his limp little legs lumbering over to the hot, foggy, musk-flooded bathroom, and crane his neck through the wide-open door to sneak a peek inside! He wanted to scream, pound his puny little fists against Radley’s overwhelmingly musclebound frame, and kick him out of their house and off “their” land (not like these monstrous cretins even owned any of it)! Of course, he immediately deflated like a balloon as he saw the completely ENRAGED scowl on the frightening teenage bruiser’s face. Radley stood over her and Zelda, their colossal emerald ass-cheeks twerking furiously the entire time, as he wrung Hetta’s dainty little throat like a madman, tongue flailing back and forth in the hopes of catching another big fat wad of fresh Aryan drool, as he SPAT across her face like she was just another pathetic breeding sow (which she was). Zelda was slurping desperately on Radley’s fingers, burying them right down to the knuckle in his steaming hot whore mouth, before Radley took his sloppy hand and STRUCK the simpering little fag-doll square across the face.

“ᴹᴼᴹᴹᴬ ᴵˢ ˢᵁᶜᴴ ᴬ ᴸʸᴵᴺᴳ ᴸᴵᴸ ᴮᴵᵀᶜᴴ﹗ ˢᴴᴱ’ˢ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴬ ᴳᴿᴱᴱᴰʸ, ˢᴱᴸᶠᴵˢᴴ ᵂᴴᴼᴿᴱ ᴸᴼᴼᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴴᴱᴿ ᴺᴱˣᵀ ᶠᴵˣ ᴼᶠ ᶠᴬᵀ ᵂᴴᴵᵀᴱ ᴴᵁᴹᴬᴺ ᶜᴼᶜᴷ﹗ ᴵ’ᴹ ˢᴼᴼᴼ ᴹᵁᶜᴴ ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ᴸᴼʸᴬᴸ ᵀᴴᴬᴺ ᴴᴱᴿ, ᴰᴬᴰᴰʸ﹗ ᴵ—ᴵ ᴹᴱᴬᴺ, ˢᴵᴿ ᴿᴬᴰᴸᴱʸ ♥♥♥ ᴵ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴵˢᴱ ᴵ ᴬᴹ﹗ ᴵ’ᴹ ˢᴼᴼᴼ ᴹᵁᶜᴴ ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ᴼᴮᴱᴰᴵᴱᴺᵀ ᵀᴴᴬᴺ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴰᴵˢᴿᴱˢᴾᴱᶜᵀ ᴼᴸᴰ ᴾᴬᴵᴿ ᴼᶠ ᶠᴬᵀ ᴳᴿᴱᴱᴺ ᵀᴵᵀˢ﹗ ᴵ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴵ ᴬᴹ﹗ ᴵ ᶜᴬᴺ ᵀᴬᴷᴱ ᴰᴵᶜᴷ ˢᴼᴼᴼ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᵀᴼᴼ, ᴵ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴵˢᴱ﹗ ᴾᴿᴱᵀᵀʸ ᴾᴸᴱᴱᴱᴬˢᴱ, ᴰᴬᴰᴰʸ ᴿᴬᴰᴸᴱʸ﹗ ᴵ—ᴵ ᴹᴱᴬᴺ, ˢᴵᴿ﹗ ˢᴴᴼᵂ ᴹᴼᴹᴹᴬ ᴬ ᵂᴴᴼᴿᴱ’ˢ ᴾᴿᴼᴾᴱᴿ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᴮʸ ᶠᵁᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᴬᵀ ᵀᴵᴸᴸ ᴵ’ᴹ ᴺᴼᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴬ ᴸᴵⱽᴵᴺᴳ, ᴮᴿᴱᴬᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ, ᴮᴿᴬᴵᴺᴰᴱᴬᴰ ᶜᵁᴹ-ᴰᵁᴹᴾ﹗ ᴵ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴵˢᴱ, ᴵ’ᴸᴸ ᴴᴬᴾᴾᴵᴸʸ ᴰᴿᴵᴺᴷ ᵁᴾ ᴬᴺʸᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ʸᴼᵁ ᴳᴵⱽᴱ, ˢᴵᴿ ᴰᴬᴰᴰʸ﹗ ˢᴾᴵᵀ, ᴶᴵᶻᶻ, ᴾᴵˢˢ, ᴬᴺʸᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ♥♥♥ ʸᴼᵁ ᶜᴬᴺ ˢᴹᴬᶜᴷ ᴹᴱ, ᴮᴱᴬᵀ ᴹᴱ, ᴰᴱᴾᴿᴵⱽᴱ ᴹᴱ ᴼᶠ ᶠᴼᴼᴰ, ᴵ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴵˢᴱ﹗ ᴵᴺˢᵀᴱᴬᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴮᴱᴬᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᶻᴬᴸᴸʸ ᵀᴼ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ, ᴮᴱᴬᵀ ᴹʸ ᴾᵁˢˢʸ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᴬᵀ ᵁᴾ ᴵᴺˢᵀᴱᴬᴰ﹗ ᴵ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴵ ᶜᴬᴺ ᵀᴬᴷᴱ ᴱⱽᴱᴿʸ ˢᴵᴺᴳᴸᴱ ᴵᴺᶜᴴ﹗ ᴵ’ᴹ ᴬ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᴸᴵᴸ ˢᴵˢˢʸ﹗ ᴬ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ᴳᴵᴿᴸ ♥♥♥” Zelda screeched like a banshee, earning himself an intense, icy glare and ravenous growl from his own cock-starved Momma!

“ᴰᴼᴺ’ᵀ ᴸᴵˢᵀᴱᴺ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᶜᴼᴺᴺᴵⱽᴵᴺᴳ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ᶠᴬᴳᴳᴼᵀ﹗ ᴴᴱ ᴰᴼᴱˢᴺ’ᵀ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴴᴱ’ˢ ᵀᴬᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ﹗ ᴵ’ᴹ ᴬ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᴹᴼᴹᴹᴬ﹗ ᴵ’ᴹ ᴼᴺᴸʸ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ᶻᴬᴸᴸʸ ᴴᴱᴿᴱ﹗ ᴵ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴵˢᴱ, ᴹᴬˢᵀᴱᴿ, ᴵ’ᴸᴸ ᴮᴱ ᴬ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᴮᴿᴱᴱᴰᴵᴺᴳ ᴮᴵᵀᶜᴴ ᶠᴼᴿ ʸᴼᵁ﹗ ᴵ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴵˢᴱᴱᴱ ♥♥♥” Hetta cried out, gasping in delight as Radley’s iron fist clenched even more viciously around her deeply bruised throat! Hardly any oxygen at all was going up to that simpleton greenie slut’s teeny-tiny little brain, all while she SQUIRTED like a goddamn geyser; practically pissing her sugary sweet juices all over herself each time Radley so much as flexed his mighty white fist around her black-and-blue windpipe!

Zal watched on in horror, as his family fought to “defend” him from that brutal, bullying noble’s merciless torment. And there was simply nothing a stick-thin weakling like him could do to stop it. Even his own big brother, a kind, genuine, and upstanding young man, lurched forward to give that big white tyrant a “piece of his mind”. Of course, what Zal couldn’t see was that Zelda only lurched to finesse that bloated, throbbing teen horsecock down his throat! The puny little phat-cheeked pissant was clearly trying to egg Radley on, hoping to earn himself an angry, hate-filled choke-out of his very own! The pillowy-lipped little faggot couldn’t stop himself though, impaling over half of Radley’s gargantuan 16-year-old fuck-slab down his squishy, soaking, cunt-like gullet, while his entire windpipe looked like it could snap in two at a moment’s notice!

“ᴳᴸᴿᴷᴳᴸᴿᴷᴳᴸᴿᴷᴳᴸᴿᴷᴳᴸᴿᴷᴳᴸᴿᴷᴳᴸᴿᴷᴳᴸᴿᴷ” “ˢᶜᴴᴸᵁᴿᴾˢᴸᴼᴾˢᴸᴿᴷˢᴸᴸᴸᴵᴵᴵᶜᶜᶜᴷᴷᴷ” “ᴳᴸᵁᶜᴷᴹᴹᴹᴴᴴᴴᴾᴾᴾᴹᴹᴹᶠᵁᵁᵁᴳᴳᴳᴴᴴᴴᴴᴰᴵᶜᴷᴷᴷᴹᴱᴬᵀᵀᵀᵀᴬˢᵀᴱˢˢᴴᴼᴼᴼᴳᵂᴼᴼᴼᴰᴰᴰᴰᴰᴰᴰ” The curvy little jizz-toilet lost his goddamn mind, openly gagging, mindlessly choking, needlessly slobbering around Daddy Radley’s overgrown bitch-breaker like some skank high off a sex potion! The more Radley grunted, snarled, and tried to tear the pint-sized throat-slave off his donkey dick, the tighter his quivering pink throat-pussy got! Fucking faggots like Zelly were so unruly! They needed a real dominant Master to keep them in line! The big-booty bitch-boi stared his Master deep in the eye, those huge, heart-shaped pools of pure gold filled with every ounce of devotion and admiration the teeny little sissy had in his whole heart, all while Hetta just sat there, pouting, whining, pushing Zelda back and forth, trying to get him off Daddy’s dick and feed it down her own starving little throat-cunt!

"AUGHHHHHH SHIT! GODDAMN GREENSKIN DICK-DITCH SISSY BITCH! YOU'RE SLURPING ON MY COCK LIKE A FUCKIN' LEECH!" Radley hissed through his perfect, pearly white teeth with an enormous, booming strength in his manly voice that would make a Wolf-Lion cower in fear, and which had Zal's twitching, trembling hands poking into his skin and dripping scarlet red droplets of his own blood over Radley's mended clothes. He was all too sure that he was in for a fearsome punishment he would never forget once that awful human tyrant had finished with his family, and yet without even trying his huge, hulking bully had wormed his way into his mind, he could almost feel the oppressive aura of Radley bearing down upon him from behind him, snorting like a minotaur and wrapping his thick fingers so tight around his wimpy little neck, threatening to crush it just as Yarg was crushed beneath the boot of those human oppressors. He hated it, hated his weakness, hated how overwhelmingly powerless he was in the face of such cruel, unyielding white might destroying any sense of pride or will in his poor greenie heart.

Zelda, for her part, had a far, far different reaction as she faced the brutality of the angry, rampaging human hunk of a man with all it's beefy, vein-riddled, obscenely fat, throat-punching glory smacking her in the face as he GRABBED the cock-addled sissy in the midst of his sloppy, needy, utterly depraved suckjob, powering through the vacuum suction of the emerald skinned whore's impossibly stretched out throat and letting all his violent wrath show as he brutally SMACKED his fat dickmeat over his cheek with a blistering force that was sure to leave a bruise that would be seen for weeks to come.

"The fuck did I tell you two cunts, huh? Or do you just WANT me to ring your fucking throat like the worthless little cocktool you are? Is that it? You're jealous that I'm not trying to break your useless Gobbie whore brain by cutting off your fucking oxygen too? I'd usually choke you out on this fucking dick so you know that nasty human cock-musk is all you deserve to be inhaling with that broken bitch brain of yours, but both of you little monster-sluts would probably want that, wouldn't you?"  He questioned, eyebrows furrowed with a potent look of disapproval as he singlehandedly cut off the flow of air to Zelda's brain with a mere pinch of his massive, meaty sausage fingers utterly dwarfing the pint-sized fuckdoll's slender, swanlike throat as he lifted both him and Hetta above him like dolls!

Even with their eyes watering from the pain of his disciplining grip, drooling as their tongues hung out like the dumb, depraved animals they were, they still couldn't get enough of their big, burly human stud and the addictive taste of his overwhelming musk pushing into their fuck-drunk brains as they gladly licked along his fingers and relished the sweat dripping from his godlike form. They were acting every bit like the brainless monster whores he expected them to be, and in punishment, he absolutely clobbered their faces with his ULTRA FAT CLUB OF DIAMOND HARD IVORY COCKMEAT, IMPRINTING HIS STENCH OVER THEIR FACES AND GRIPPING THEIR HAIR SO THEY REMAINED JUST OUT OF REACH TO SUCK AND SLURP AND CHOKE THEMSELVES ON HIS DIVINE MANHOOD LIKE THEY OH-SO-DESPERATELY DESIRED!

By the end of it, the two looked like battered wives in the wake of his unrelenting assault on their pretty faces, cheeks marked ruby red with cock shaped imprints marking his iron clad ownership over their bodies while their desperate tongues lashed out to slurp the oozing remnants of sticky pre-goo that laced their chins and cheeks...only to be backhanded with a hot, echoing SLAP to their tender faces that rattled their cock-addicted minds against their teeny monster skulls and left them desperately gasping in a lewd ahegao face that Radley looked down upon with a wide smirk of approval.

"Maybe that's gonna teach you dumb little monstersluts how to follow orders like good servants. Father always told me how your kind can only learn to follow the strongest men when you've been put in your place and smacked around like the inferior wenches you are. Since you wanna clean me so bad, I'll let you, but you're doing it my way. It's time you put those massive greenie asses to use for once as my personal bathsponges, if you vile little monsters are gonna walk around with jiggly whore bodies like those, you better be using them to serve your lord at the very least."

A piece of Zelda’s mind finally just SNAPPED. That responsible, respectable, kind-hearted outer shell was broken, leaving behind nothing but a slutty, slobbering, BWC-worshipping slurp-sleeve she’s been trying to keep hidden all these years. As Radley’s ferocious white fist wrapped viciously around her dainty little throat, she let out a deep, deathly groan of pure, unbridled ecstasy, eyes sinking deep into the back of her skull, tongue flailing mindlessly out of her piping hot maw, while the total lack of oxygen going up to her brain left the mindless, cock-starved sissy-slut seeing nothing but stars! Getting utterly CLOBBERED by Radley’s heavy, blunt battering ram of a cock was like one of Zelda’s deepest, darkest fantasies come to life! Even as his cute little face darkened up with big, red bruises and hot, stinging welts all over, she still squealed and squirted, pumping hot, sugary sissy-cum all over her suffocatingly thick thighs, each time the overbearing white bully beat she and her braindead slam-piece of a Momma like the disrespectful pieces of monster-pussy they were! Poor Zally, worthless as ever, could only listen in horror at the sound of Radley’s fearsome cock-slab and giant Aryan fists connecting to his family’s supple emerald flesh! It sent a sickening shiver racing down his spine, as each dense, bone-rattling “SMACK” filled his ears and brought back the traumatic memories of the great Lord Frieren and his men curb-stomping his poor father until he was almost unrecognizable. Of course, Yarg’s ghastly cries of pain didn’t sound nearly as pleading and fuck-crazed as Zelda and Hetta’s did! Even as the vicious “SMACK” of his violent backhand could’ve easily snapped their delicate jaws in two, the pair of slobbering, fat-cheeked greenie fuck-dolls simply gasped, groaned, and whimpered for their indomitable white Master’s approval like any good little whore would!

Once he was completely satisfied with his punishment, Radley laid down on the floor, while Zelda and Hetta climbed on top of him; their backs facing one another, as they squished their humongously fat, wobbling shelves of emerald-green wobble-flesh around the cunt-crushing, womb-stomping white monstrosity Radley called his cock. With their feet planted firmly on the floor, they pulled themselves up into a slutty, humiliating squat, and bounced their little meaty bodies up and down, bouncing their very voluptuous hips faster and harder, while twerking their soapy, squishy, clapping cheek-meat all over Radley’s rock-hard teenage whore-wrecker! Hetta reached over and poured an entire bottle of peach-scented body wash all over she and her son’s ridiculously round rumps, scrubbing down Master’s mammoth-sized rod even harder, all while they giggled mindlessly with all those dark, blistering bruises painted across their brainless expressions.

“Like this, Master? Just like this?” Hetta teased, flinging her long sloppy tongue back and forth, and letting her gigantic, meaty tit-shelf fall up and down with a wet, heavy “CLOMP” each time she came crashing down HARD on Radley’s big fat teen horsecock.

“T—Thank you for beating us stupid little greenies up like that, Sir! Thank you so, so, sooo much! It means so much to us! It’s the only way we’ll learn! We promise to be good! We swear we’ll be good little monster-bitches from now on!” Zelda squeaked, still fantasizing about the taste of Daddy Radley’s musky, sweaty, filthy fuck-spire rearranging his greedy, gagging pink gullet! The sight of his cute little clitty bouncing back and forth between his gargantuan green thighs, as he came over and over and over again, was enough of a humiliating sight that it made pathetic little Zal just want to hurl. There was nothing he could to stop them, to stop Radley, all he could do was sit there and stare like a pitiful peeping tom!

"Fuck yeah, as much as you Gobbo-sluts are braindead bitches, you can at least shake those asses worth a damn...but if you want me to let you off, you better put in more work than that! You hear that, Zal? Your beta bitch brother and fat assed mom are gonna have to shake their juicy jello cheeks like cheap little tavern whores just to make sure I don't crack that useless spine of yours! Radley cackled aloud, his hands locked behind his head as he laid back on the floor, relaxing like a king being served by his loyal, obsequious concubine whores as the wet, meaty, echoing noises of their gargantuan Gobbo ass-shelves smacking against his sculpted body with a never-ending THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP! punching Zal's eardrums as he hunched over and cried into his lap, blood soaked hands still struggling on the verge of finally doing a half decent job of mending the new lord of the Grimehallow house's clothes.

"Hey, bitch! Quit that shit right now and look at it before I come over there and give you two black eyes. You see how these bitches bounce their big fat bubble butts all over this fat human cock? Can you even imagine you trying to do that with your pathetic fucking Goblin weenie? I'm sure you were probably hoping you could score some stupid greenie wife that would actually let your teeny faerie sized dick worm around inside them and spew your weak, watery load...but fortunately for you, I'm going to start keeping closer watch of this slum town of yours, so I'll make sure any monster whore you try for is RUINED by this fat white dick so they can't even feel a limpdick like you." His bully grunted with a hot, heavy tone, cock surging between the never-ending ocean of juicy emerald assflesh wobbling atop his crotch.

Zal's poor, teeny heart was all but broken at the idea of having to look at the depraved scene going on behind him, a manifestation of his failure to live up to what Yarg had asked of him... but what else could he have done? The humans were so big and mean and tough and unyielding...and Radley? He was like a monster upon monsters, an unrivalled king who gave no choice but to appease him or be crushed beneath his overbearing will, and without him around to at least try and push back against him there was practically no telling the lengths that hulking human bully might have gone to harm poor Hetta and Zelda!

So...reluctantly, with a heavy heart making his body feel like lead as he stood to his feet and tried to fight through the tears rolling down his eyes, he turned ever so slowly, facing himself with the sight he had tried so long to ignore as he watched the impossibly huge monument to human superiority that was Radley's musk-marked cock and balls, slathered in soap from the wet globes of those divine, doughy soft monster cheeks clapping on his cock while his fat, hairy nuts CLAPPED against the underside of their thick wet wobble-meat and the pulsing head of his dick poured out with hot, tacky dribbles of pre-jizz that effortlessly outdid even the greatest cumshots poor Zal had spilled into his weak little hands!

Zal was completely and utterly emotionally spent. Truly exhausted, from the inside out. His mind, body, and soul all ached, crying out in pure agony, as he trembled, terrified, listening to the frightening cackle escaping that hulking white ruffian who trampled over his family and his home like they were nothing but rags to him. There was truly no competing with a flawless male specimen like Radley Frieren, in fact, he and that pitifully puny greenie cuck weren’t even playing the same game. Radley was a born and bred conqueror, a pale-white beast whose muscular might and ferociousness made him a natural predator to all things weak and submissive. Zally, pathetic, frail, monstrous Zally was a hapless eunuch, unable to truly call himself a man, doomed to a miserable life of having everything he loves and cherishes being torn away by that smug, emerald-eyed mammoth. All he could do was sit there, or risk another eye-popping, bone-breaking beating at Radley’s fearsome iron fists.

He didn’t dare break eye-contact with his Momma, watching her beautiful sapphire eyes, big and wide and heart-shaped, brimming with absolute love and affection. The sight of it sent a frigid shiver rolling down Zal’s curved spine, as he listened to her desperate, animalistic howling, heard her begging, squealing, pleading for more and more of that brutal Frieren Adonis’ abuse, all while she and her big ol’ booty bitch of son hauled their gargantuan, green shelves of marshmallowy-soft twerk-meat up and down even harder; slapping and clapping those soapy, sudsy, sopping wet mounds of gobbo cheek-meat together like it was their life’s passion, grunting and moaning like their little heads off, as they earned themselves a big, fat, gooey helping of Radley’s thick, chunky, steaming hot pre-nut all over their wobbling emerald asses and perfectly arched backs. It was disgusting watching just how far Radley would go to destroy him. It made him sick to his stomach. He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms so hard that they began to bleed, until Hetta and Zelda’s violently bouncing hips finally came to a screeching halt.

Their colossal, clapping globes of gobby ass-fat were completely slathered in an inches-thick sheen of bubbling teen pre-jizz, as Hetta looked Radley deep in his mesmerizing jewel-toned eyes. “It’s getting so late, Master. And I’m sure you have to be up early in the morning, don’t you? Please, let us put you to bed! Zelda and I will make sure you get a good night’s rest, won’t we?” She cooed sweetly, while Zelda nodded excitedly in agreement.

“A—And in the morning, we can whip you up a delicious breakfast, Sir! Those gorgeous muscles of yours need a real feast to stay that massive, after all!” Zelda said with a dazed smile on his cute little face.

“A—And in the morning, we can whip you up a delicious breakfast, Sir! Those gorgeous muscles of yours need a real feast to stay that massive, after all!” Zelda said with a dazed smile on his cute little face.

“Oooo, yes, pleeeease, Sir ♥ Let us lotion you up from top to bottom, pretty please? I promise, it’ll feel sooo good!”

“Zal, have you gotten Master’s clothes all mended?” His Momma’s stern voice finally pulled him out of his trance, as he slowly nodded his head. A subtle smile curled across her lips. She looked proud, almost, before her attention returned solely to the hulking Aryan Alpha whose invaded their home.

“Why don’t you just lie down in bed, while Zelly and I do all the work, hm? Rest your tired eyes, while we take good care of you, Master ♥ It would be the chance of a lifetime for a couple of little greenies like us! Pleeease, oh gods, pleeease?” Hetta’s wide eyes and pouty lips pleaded, as Zelda’s fat, juicy lips darted across Radley’s sculpted jawline and defined cheekbones, pelting his irresistible face with gentle, worshipping kisses.

“We’ll be good little whores, we promise Sir ♥♥♥ We’ll treat you so, so, sooo good ♥~” Zelda whispered deviously in Radley’s

"Yeah, you two little bitches better be able to do that much. No use keeping around a couple of unsightly monster bitches who can't serve their masters worth a damn. I get the feeling I'll be staying over a lot more too, and I know damn well that a bed made for a teeny little wimp like Zal couldn't keep me comfy all night, but I already know you two sluts will gladly offer to use your soft little fucktoy bodies as cushions for me to rest on, won't you?" Radley grunted in acceptance, a deep, heavy echo thudding through his voice that made Zal all the more fearful as he stood to his full, towering height of near seven feet, massive hands SMACKING against the soaped up globes of the two giggling Gobbie bitches insanely round jello-cheeks clapping and heaving in the air as Radley had to literally squeeze in through the doorway to appear before Zal in his full, fearsome glory…

"Heh, and look at that? Greenie here hasn't even finished stitching my pants together properly? And you didn't even widen them? Isn't it obvious that these won't fit me? Unlike you Goblin vagrants, I actually grow beyond the size of some elf with a birth defect. If this was the palace, you'd be rightly punished for this...but since your family here is being so hospitable, I'll just let it go this time...as long as you wear these tattered old rags over your face all night. See, doesn't that sound easy?" Radley said, snatching the half finished pants from the bench Zal was working on and waving the cloth in front of his face, the overwhelming stench of Radley's musky cock and ball-sweat and ultra-masculine, testosterone-fueled stud swimmers writhing around in his pre-jizz so fat and full and virile that Zal almost swore he could fucking see them!

It was obvious that accepting such an order, such humiliation, would be an utter submission to his fate as the hulking human stud's forever whipping boy bitch, staining his own face and rotting his nostrils with the scent of the potent seed of a better man, a real man, leaving an eternal hint of that stench that he would never quite forget to remind him that Goblin freaks like him served no purpose but to be slaves at the heel of bigger, stronger, more powerful humans who were oh so effortlessly superior and who made even champions of Goblinkind like Yarg look like wimpy beta bitches to be stomped on and defeated by their overpowering might...

But it was just as clear that he had no choice, that with how far gone his mother and sister (wait...no, Zelda was his brother...right?) were, they would see no issue getting on their knees (not that they even had to, they were at the perfect height to slurp and slobber on fat human dick already with how tall he was) and worship Radley's steel-hard, stench-ridden bullydick as thanks for doing it. So with trembling hands and a heart weighing like an anchor with shame, Zal meekly nodded as he accepted the sperm-soaked pants from Radley, feeling his stronger swimmers crawling across his face as he pulled the garment down over his head and choked on the scent of fat, fermented wads of chunky human bully-cream while his tormentor merely snickered in amusement and swaggered away, kicking him out of the path to the bedroom by mere accident...like he was stepping on some bug in his way... all while commanding Hetta and Zelda with a mere snap of his fingers to strut their huge, hefty whore-cheeks behind him and step over the prone form of poor little Zal without an ounce of care for his wellbeing.

Even as the buck-naked, teenage stallion loomed over Zal like the menacing, monstrous, pale-white demon he truly was deep down inside, a small piece of him silently hoped and prayed that this was all just a horrific nightmare. Something truly chilling, dredged up from the darkest corners of his mind to terrify him, only for him to startle himself awake in a cold sweat. Of course, Zal knew that all of this, every excruciating second of it, was all too real. This was a nightmare, but it was one he would never wake up from. He listened to his Momma and “sister” grunting like needy little sows, while the earsplitting “SMACK” of Radley’s fearsome, powerful palms CLAPPING against those gorgeous, emerald-green globes of soft, spongy, unimaginably heavy ass-fat bounced off the thin walls of the teeny-tiny, dilapidated hovel they called home.

It rattled so deep inside Zal’s mind and body that it even made his bones ache with a phantom pain, but of course, Hetta and Zelda simply gasped and BEGGED for more of the tyrannical teen Adonis’ violent abuse! As Radley spat down at the wretched little greenie sad sack’s grimy face, the sound of his dark, rumbling voice filling with a twisted sense of excitement as he informed Zal what his punishment was going to be, his family, soapy wet curves glistening all over, clung to their irresistible white overlord and looked up at with him such adamant, wholehearted worship in their big, hazy, heart-shaped eyes, that it made puny, pathetic Zal want to curl up in a corner and slowly wait for death’s call. As he took in deep, frenzied breaths of the lung-searing, brain-breaking Alpha musk seeping off Radley’s trousers, he shuddered and writhed as the terrifying Aryan knight’s massive, bull-sized stud-sperm wriggled their way across his face, hunting for anything they could knock up, just like they would soon be doing with Zal’s little clan of cock-starved greenie fuck-dolls. It made him want to vomit, his stomach gurgling violently, while Hetta and Zelda strutted right past the nauseated cuck-slave, with their monstrous, pale-white Alpha enslaver in tow!

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Hetta’s bedroom was at least larger than the tiny little closet Zal and Zelda shared. It had a large window, facing out into the rest of their woodland monster-ghetto, with a serviceably sized bed (though not nearly big enough to comfortably house a towering teenage colossus like Radley) nestled right underneath it. What she lacked in proper furnishings (only a couple of chests, a dresser, and an old rocking chair she used to nurse her two boys on), Hetta made up for in cute, feminine accents, a pale pink rug dusted the stone floor, lacy white curtains and twinkling fairy-lights hung over the large arched window, as black-and-white photos of Zal, Zelda, and her beloved Yarg lined the pale yellow walls. The subtle scent of Yarg’s pipe tobacco still wafted in the air and clung to the walls. It soothed Hetta’s broken heart even all these years later, a comforting reminder that a piece of him would always live here. It was one of the last places that let poor Zal dream that his wise, strong-willed, and even-tempered father was still with him, and immediately, Radley’s sickeningly hyper masculine odor drowned all remnants of him out completely. As he came swaggering in the room, the earth quite literally rumbling beneath his stomping feet, his mind-rotting Alpha stench raped the air, seeping in the walls, the bed, and the rest of the furniture, forming a thick, muggy heat that clung to Hetta and Zelda’s bright green skin like a thin sheen of sweat.

The fat-teated greenie MILF raced over to her chest and tore open a brand-new bottle of Insomnia’s Soothing Body Oil (a very popular muscle relaxant and aphrodisiac), pouring half of it all over the front of Radley’s mammoth-sized frame, before handing the bottle over to Zelda and having him slather the rest all over his colossal back and powerful, perky glutes. It nipped at Radley’s nose with the sultry, soothing aroma of honey, jasmine, and caramel, while the pair of pint-sized, thick-cheeked gobbo-sluts glided their soft, teeny-tiny hands over every rippling, tightly-corded square of muscle they could! Hetta groped, squeezed, and fondled Radley’s steel-hard body to her heart’s content, focusing her efforts on his huge, boulder-sized pecs, flawless, shredded abs, sculpted, oversized arms, and powerful, piston-like hips, digging her fingers into all that taut, toned flesh, rubbing the oil into Radley’s muscles as deep as her diligent little fingers would allow! She was face to face with his rock-hard bitch-breaker the entire time, the twitching pillar of cunt-conquering Alpha cock stuffed between her gigantic greenie udders, while she rocked her tiny body back and forth. Hetta was a good girl and resisted the urge to swallow up every single inch of that hulking Aryan behemoth, biting down so hard on her bottom lip that she nearly blew a blood vessel, before she drenched her squishy, clapping tit-shelf in Insomnia’s Oil, drizzling it all over Radley’s meaty teen fuck-spire, as she tit-fucked him even harder!

Zelda, on the other hand, was hypnotized by the big, bulging muscles of Radley’s unbelievably broad back, his giant traps and lats and big, round, muscly glutes all making his aching little clitty squirt even harder with excitement! His little hands trembled as they traveled down that beefy, rock-solid wall of hulking white muscle, eventually squeezing into his mighty, muscular glutes, before dropping to his knees to oil up his colossal legs and tree-trunk thighs.

His dutiful little greenie-slaves spent gods know long fervently massaging their hulking teenage Master all over, making that soothing, sleep-inducing, and cock-stiffening oil work its magic, before they slowly helped a sleepy Radley into Hetta’s plush, springy bed; half of his enormous body hanging off the end, while his perfect head and chest were propped up slightly by a sea of soft, feather-stuffed pillows.

“Sweet dreams, Master ♥♥♥ And don’t you worry, we’ll take real good care of you, I promise!” Hetta whispered gently in Radley’s ear, before her fat, glossy lips pulled him into one last needy, nasty, tongue-filled kiss. His gigantic, throbbing, leaking Alpha cock, corded by the biggest, thickest veins, and topped with the fattest, beefiest cockhead imaginable, stood at full, agonizing mast between his gargantuan thighs, pointed straight up to the heavens like a shining royal scepter, and pumping fat globs of gooey, chunky, sperm-ladened pre-nut all over his gorgeous abs and monstrous legs, while Hetta pressed her needy little face and sunk her greedy gobby hands into that addictive, underaged slab of nobleman horsecock; dragging her fat tongue up and down, to and fro, and back and froth along his beefy, womb-battering Alpha rod, while Zelda unhinged his jaw and swallowed up his jumbo-sized mushroom tip, spitting, and slobbering, and squirting his brains out like a nasty little bitch.

And as Zal waited outside the room, his ear pressed shamefully to the door, he could hear nothing but the sickest, sloppiest, nastiest “ˢᴸᴸᴸᶜᶜᶜᴷᴷᴷᴷᴷᴷᴷ” “ˢᴸᴸᴸᵁᵁᵁᴿᴿᴿᴿᴾᴾᴾᴾ” “ᴳᴳᴸᴸᴸᴸᴷᴷᴷᴷᴷᴷ” “ˢˢᴸᴸᴸᴵᴵᴵᴵᶜᶜᶜᴷᴷᴷᴷᴷᴷ” ringing out.

Even as the fat, greasy, overgrown specimens of Radley's obscenely huge, tadpole sized Aryan stud-swimmers beat across poor Zal's defeated face like they had the same oppressive will as the human brute they were spawned from in seeking to bully stupid little greenskin freaks like him until they were left black eyed and nauseous and brutally battered into the deepest recesses of total mental and physical submission before their superiors just as Radley would have liked, he managed to crawl over to the locked door to his mother's bedroom, knowing deep down what was inevitably going on beyond that taunting wooden door that seemed to remind him that such blissful carnal pleasures were exclusive to massively hung human lords and off limits even to merely be watched by a pathetic Greenie like him.

He knew it was pathetic, knew it was utterly, completely debased...but a part of him couldn't help but feel his lust be inflamed with the shame that had risen within him, his mind running wild with fantasies of what lied behind the door as he already envisioned Radley skewering out his mother and sister's whorish Gobbo-throats with his steel-hard slab of veiny alpha-meat until they were choking for air on the towering spire of his raging monstercock! The reality of the situation, while close, would likely be even more heartbreaking in revealing just how complicit his beloved family was in debasing themselves as disposable pint-sized slutholes to milk Radley's manly cock for all it was worth~

What Zal had so easily mistaken for the beastly grunts of a human hunk in heat was naught but Radley's slumbering snores echoing through entire village blocks and making the disobedient Greenie wimp's legs quiver and shake at the thought of what a being of such monstrous strength in nothing but his voice alone would do to him. His mind regrettably hearkening back to one of many days when he had to hear Lucy Lightfoot, his halfling childhood friend and long time crush drone on and on about the great legends of the Frieren lineage...

I heard that the baron Frieren can match an Ogre's roar with just a fraction of the strength of his war cries! Isn't that amazing, Zally? He heard, his mind acknowledging that what he'd once taken as little more than a tall tale spun to make their human overlords look like Gods in their eyes could very well be true...and that was only from the rumbling tremors he made in his sleep.

Though to be fair, Radley's effervescent vitality seemed to only escalate as he slowly fell to slumber beneath the soothing hands of Hetta and Zelda, his throat-stuffing human cockslab inflating to new levels of bitch-breaking thickness that made poor Zelda choke and slobber like a braindead back-alley gremlin whore that could barely even gargle down half of his massive cock as it looked almost as big as her entire torso and was definitely at risk of permanently rearranging her organs with its absurd length.

What Zal had so easily mistaken for the beastly grunts of a human hunk in heat was naught but Radley's slumbering snores echoing through entire village blocks and making the disobedient Greenie wimp's legs quiver and shake at the thought of what a being of such monstrous strength in nothing but his voice alone would do to him. His mind regrettably hearkening back to one of many days when he had to hear Lucy Lightfoot, his halfling childhood friend and long time crush drone on and on about the great legends of the Frieren lineage...

“I heard that the baron Frieren can match an Ogre's roar with just a fraction of the strength of his war cries! Isn't that amazing, Zally?” He heard, his mind acknowledging that what he'd once taken as little more than a tall tale spun to make their human overlords look like Gods in their eyes could very well be true...and that was only from the rumbling tremors he made in his sleep.

Though to be fair, Radley's effervescent vitality seemed to only escalate as he slowly fell to slumber beneath the soothing hands of Hetta and Zelda, his throat-stuffing human cockslab inflating to new levels of bitch-breaking thickness that made poor Zelda choke and slobber like a braindead back-alley gremlin whore that could barely even gargle down half of his massive cock as it looked almost as big as her entire torso and was definitely at risk of permanently rearranging her organs with its absurd length.

Humans were truly frightening creatures. Zelda was always completely and utterly terrified of them. They were ruthless savages, his wise old father always told him, immoral beasts with an endless thirst for bloodshed and conquest. Zelda witnessed this firsthand, the day Lord Frieren and his men came to remove them from their homes. The day Yarg was slain right before his sons’ eyes. It was like an almost instinctual fear, one that sent a primal surge of adrenaline coursing through his supple, curvaceous body the moment he saw some massive, magnificently muscled human brute lumbering towards him, but now his fear had twisted into something almost unrecognizable.

As he spread out onto all-fours, hoisting that homegrown shelf of fat, glistening, emerald-green wobble-meat high up into the air, skewering his vise-like throat down on biggest, fattest, beefiest slab of veiny, twitching cock-meat he’s ever seen in his entire life, an anxiety-riddled thought slowly crept up from the back of his mind. ‘How could I ever live without his big, beefy, throat-splitting monstrosity ever again?’, it frightened him to his very core, in a way that would’ve utterly repulsed his dearly departed father. It made Zelda’s heart race, pounding against the soft walls of his budding, blossoming chest, and his throat tighten up even more; that dripping, drooling, piping hot gullet suckling up inch after inch after inch of Radley’s ungodly fat pale fuck-spire, until Zelda could practically feel his soft, spongy esophagus tearing apart! Fearful tears streamed down his cute young face, while his trembling hands gripped, and squeezed, and jerked up and down his irresistible Aryan overlord’s outrageously thick, burly shaft. He looked to his Momma for any kind of support, and soon felt her warm, slender hand gently caressing his ruby-red cheek; her fingers slowly raking through his long black hair, as a sweet, reassuring smile crossed her plump, pillowy lips. This was the first time in so long… That Hetta looked truly proud of her eldest son. She wasn’t just feigning sympathy like she did whenever he came crying home about the village boys teasing him for his girlish features and oversized rear end. No, she was beaming with genuine pride, cooing so sweetly each time he violently gagged on Radley’s giant, throbbing womb-wrecker.

Even as his pint-sized clitty was bursting feverishly with excitement, squirting all over the soft sheets, and his throat was splitting apart at the seams, his chest bulging around the unimaginable shape of Radley’s truly inhuman wrecking rod, all the fear and anxiety slowly started to melt away… As Zelda’s golden, heart-shaped eyes gazed gently into his Momma’s caring cerulean blues, he somehow mustered up the strength to SLAM his starving, squishy throat-cunt right down to the bloated, beefy base of his Master’s violently twitching teenage horsecock. Radley’s overgrown, fist-sized cockhead pounded mercilessly into the furthest reaches of Zelda’s cum-sloshing belly, as a dazed, delirious look of pure ecstasy spread across his slobbery, jizz-smeared face. He had finally found his purpose: Living as Sir Radley’s submissive little greenie cum-dump for the rest of his natural life!

While Zelda was furiously rearranging his own guts with the slumbering teenage Adonis’ gargantuan bitch-breaker, Hetta climbed atop his gorgeous, chiseled face and smothered him beneath those monstrously fat, freckly globes of ass-meat! She furiously ground her fat, oversized pussy-lips against his soft, irresistible lips, mashing her plump, meaty green cunny back and forth, real slow, while she grabbed a hold of his massive, muscular hand, grinding his huge, hulking fingers against her stiff, trembling clit in small, firm circles. She then took his other hand, sliding it up her soft, chubby frame, and dug it into the humongous, heaving rack of jiggly emerald tit-fat hanging from her chest. Even half-asleep, his hand still clung with a ferocious death-grip, mashing her fatty udder-flesh, brutally grinding her huge, puffy nipples back and forth between his calloused fingers, while she locked her suffocatingly thick thighs around his head as tight as she possibly could!

Even in his unconscious state, the Aryan alpha male seemed hellbent on utterly twisting and perverting the Grimehallow "girls" into a pair of absolutely cock-obsessed harlots who couldn't care less for dignity or pride or a single one of the virtues that great Yarg had fought and died for at the hands of the same family of human oppressors they were so desperately serving with all their might! The overstuffed orbs of Radley's massively fat, sloshing bull-bear nuts audibly GURGLING like a hungry beast with a stomach rumbling for more offerings of fresh, meaty prey to gorge on to its satisfaction! His greasy ballsweat rose and clouded the entire room in a thick, muggy fog of his eye-watering stud-scent, making Zelda choke all the more as his throat distended and his entire midsection swelled in the shape of his human overlord's mighty cockshaft~

"Fucking Goblin bitches...snore...just choke on that human cock till you get a thick fucking spray of this nut....not like you even deserve to breathe if you can't be a decent monsterwhore..." He idly murmured in his sleep, silenced right as Hetta plopped her wet, juicy, cuntlips over his face, smothering him in the exotic scent of strawberry daquiri's and passionfruit essence slipping over his marbled chin and handsome face as he seemed to instantly, unconsciously pick up her delectable taste and feverishly feast on the ripe offering of sticky cuntslop she offered him.

And Zal could only ball his fists in shame as his rival...no, his overlord, his completely overpowering human oppressor made his family feel such joy, such overwhelming, mind-breaking lust, reduced them to such a shameful, pornographic vision of their race tailor made to please him and him alone...and he cried for his father, lamenting his own weakness as the messy gunk of Radley's virile pre-grease slid over his face and managed to slide into his tongue and make him cough and hack at its overpowering, rancid taste...

And somewhere, in the deepest vestiges of his soul, Zal cried for the fact that it was not he who could sample his brother's delectable boy-lips, or his mother's sweet, sloppy, steaming monstergirl cunt...but only the better, superior man. A man that he could never hope to match or defeat...or at least...not by himself…

There was a saying amongst female goblins, one that most hear right after the end of their wedding ceremony when they’re brought before their life-long mate. “Pleasure is an illusion. Do not seek what you will never find.” It was something that Hetta’s own mother told her, whispering it into her ear like it was some kind of dark secret. Back then, Hetta didn’t quite understand what it meant, but after her first year of marriage to her beloved Yarg, she finally realized it. The life of a “good goblin woman” was one that lacked any and all excitement. All thrill. All pleasure. All forms of fleeting ecstasy were a notion that only foolhardy greenies clung to. Sex was something that was rote, solely for the purpose of procreation and nothing more. It was why most goblin males found humans absolutely repulsive. The thought of having sex for pleasure? What a waste. She could still hear grumpy old Yarg muttering under his breath about how “those pale white-walkers are just a bunch of beasts rutting in heat. Truly barbaric.”, but Hetta never believed that, at least not completely. As she listened to the completely raunchy tales her hulking human clientele loudly boasted about down at the tavern, a small piece of her started to crave it. SEX. PLEASURE. PASSION. Even as she laid in bed next to her beloved mate, Hetta’s filthy, animalistic desires consumed her, soaking up her fat, meaty greenie cunt, while she spread her unimaginably thick, doughy thighs apart and imagined some big, beastly human brute sliding his rock-hard monster cock deep inside of her. When she finally buried Yarg, now a single mother of two scared little babes, Hetta truly believed that sex would just become a distant memory. Something that just lingered in the furthest, darkest reaches of her mind, while she laid alone at night, touching her steamy, sinful pussy and dreaming up her desperate fantasies…

Now, as she suffocated a slumbering Radley beneath her huge, puffy, slobbering emerald cunt, Hetta finally understood that pleasure and sex was all that she would ever be good for! Her pussy was a gushy, drooling mess, plush, doughy cunt-folds grinding relentlessly against Radley’s broad nose and supple lips, while his tongue darted free from his mouth and eagerly slurped across her thick, juicy cunny; drinking up that sweet, sugary, strawberry and passionfruit-flavored slurry like it was the nectar of the gods. She didn’t even know her pussy could get this soaked, cunny trembling, and quivering, and squirting free even more hot, sticky lust each time Radley’s overgrown tongue teased one of her cunt’s nerve-ridden weak points! Juices flowed down his sculpted face and muscular neck, soaking up the sheets and the mattress, while Hetta clapped her wobbling green ass-cheeks and squeezed those mammoth-sized thighs around her Lord’s head even harder! She forced both of his big, brutal hands into her heavy, hulking tit-shelf, sinking those humongous Aryan fists into all that squishy, spongy, springy green udder-fat, while she took one hand and SMACKED it down on her gigantic, wobbling tit, and then took the other and SMACKED it down on the opposing one. She SMACKED, and SMACKED, and SMACKED, and did this until both of her humungous, milk-ladened udders were BEET-RED with her stinging handprints! Hetta squirted like an even bigger, needier bitch in heat, as she took one of Radley’s hands, and swallowed up three of his massive, sausage-like fingers. Her cheeks hollowed out, slobber spilling down his hand, as she slurped back and forth on those huge white digits; licking loudly, choking desperately, slobbering mindlessly, as she forced them all the way down her greedy gullet! GODS! The way she would gladly lick him from head to toe for the rest of her natural life! It would proudest accomplishment of her wretched gobbo life!

Meanwhile, fat-assed, sissy-bred Zelda was reduced to nothing but a sniveling, slobbering, Aryan-obsessed cock-socket! He furiously dragged his quivering, clinging, vacuum-tight esophagus up and down that ungodly fat cunt-skewer; pulling those plush, irresistibly fat fuck-pillows he called his lips all the way up to Radley’s gigantic, spunk-spewing cockhead, before violently IMPALING himself right back down to the beyond beefy, bloated base! As he listened to the deep, rumbling snores and sleep-talk escaping his mighty, musclebound Master’s foul mouth, he sped up his ravenous, gag-filled throat-rape like any good little gobbo-whore would. Fatter, gooier, chunkier ropes of boiling hot pre-nut spewed relentlessly down that skintight, trembling suck-sleeve of a throat, injecting all the hyper-potent, white-hot Alpha seed straight into Zelda’s ballooning belly!

Eventually, with the most disgusting, obscenely loud “ˢˢˢᴸᴸᴸᶜᶜᶜᶜᶜᴿᴿᴿᴾᴾᴴᴴᴴᴴᴴᴴᴴ” Zal had ever heard, Zelda tore his needy, gluttonous throat-pussy away from Radley’s addictive, mind-ruining fuck-spire, and climbed on top of him; squishing his ridiculously round, spongy, clapping globes of gorgeous green poundcake around that rock-hard Aryan behemoth, GRINDING his puffy, swollen, doughy fag-pussy up and down against his huge, hulking bitch-breaker, while he BOUNCED, JIGGLED, SMACKED, AND PUMPED his bouncy pair of fatty boi-cheeks all over the big, brutal bully’s infamous donkey-horse dick. Zelda pulled himself up into a slutty squat, bouncing his big ol’ bubbly booty-meat faster, while his needy, gushy fag-cunt lubed up Radley’s twitching steel fuck-spike like crazy! He suddenly SNATCHED Radley’s hands away from his Momma’s overgrown udders, and SLAPPED them right down on his jiggly, jello-y mountain of wobble-meat, KNEADING AND SQUEEZING AND SMACKING THEM OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, all while the pair of brainless, blithering greenie cum-dumps CAME uncontrollably at the exact same time!

The sudden sensation of the enormous, dangerously huge mounds of endlessly clapping Gobbo assmeat furiously SMACKING! down atop Radley's chiseled groin echoed across the halls and through the entire slums like an ominous war drum signaling an approaching conqueror to ravage the land and totally overpower the poor, impoverished monster population that lived inside of it. Which might not have been far from the truth considering that the two simpering Goblin whores hellbent on imbibing his frothy, pungent Aryan alpha nut like it was the gift of the Gods themselves felt their very minds and bodies being molded to serve and worship fat human breeder dicks like their very lives depended on it~

Everything about Radley's sheer, overwhelming presence seemed to flood their minds and invade what little will or dignity or pride in their Goblin heritage and history may have once existed. Yarg was right about humans, they were conquerors, born conquerors...only he had no right to judge them on that, why should he? Big, strong, brutal conquerors deserved whatever they wanted, and it was all too clear from the muggy stud-scent, hyper-virile nut-sweat and broad, burly, musclebound physique he sported that Radley was a conqueror among conquerors! He deserved...no...demanded worship of only the highest, most devoted order, and who were a pair of insignificant Goboo-whores like Hetta and Zelda to deny it to him?

And so, Zelda's embarrassment at the huge, hulking, outrageously thick globes of jello-y emerald twerkmeat that he was so constantly bullied and mocked for had all but dissipated in an instant as he pulled out every last stop to please and tease that marvelous shaft of brutal human cockmeat for all he was worth! His greedy, sloppy, slippery boi-cunt splashed out with slick juices over and over again as he flexed his marvelous freckled booty-spheres and CLAPPED! them down in tremendous rhythm with a skill that would put even the most practiced brothel whores to shame!

With the sensuous pleasure of all that phat, bubbly soft boi-meat jiggling and clapping over his raging hard alpha-dick and overloading his slumbering mind with pleasure, Radley couldn't help but groan beneath such an unexpectedly talented touch. The born sluttiness of the Goblin sissy shocking even him as he sank his greedy fingers into every last piece of doughy Green twerk-flesh he could find like the ample handholds they were and BUCKED BACK LIKE A HORSE-DOG IN HEAT, HIS MASSIVE, VEINY COCKSHAFT SLIMED WITH PRE-GOO AND ZELDA'S OWN SWEET SISSY-JUICES SPLATTERING ACROSS THE ROOM AS THE HYPER HUNG HUMAN BENEATH HIM RAMMED HIS COCK BETWEEN HIS FAT BOI-CHEEKS LIKE THEY WERE HIS PERSONAL ONAHOLE~!

All the while, Radley's groans and grunts reverberated right against Hetta's spasming slut-slit, her long untouched clit quivering and jittering like mad from the mere vibrations of his overwhelming voice in a way that Yarg had never made her feel with his entire weak, wimpy Goblin boy body. He slammed his fat, studly tongue inside of her like he was forcing her to hand over every last drop of the sweet, fruity cunt-nectar spilling from the lips of her entrance, and with the sheer power with which he commanded her body even in his unconscious state, she couldn't help but comply, spasming uselessly with her eyes rolled back and her tits bouncing in the air as she screamed out her sheer joy and adoration for being enlightened to the superiority of fat, WHITE human bullycock~

She wasn't the only one who had neared her peak though, the endless rhythm of Zelda's clapping ass-shelf PLAPPING against all sides of Radley's massive cock grew even louder as the hulking human alpha took total control, his balls gurgling with an ominous GLRCHGLRCHGLRCHGRRRLLLLL~ while the finger-sized veins marking his beefy stud-cock pulsed and sweeled with an even greater, fatter, thicker girth just waiting to explode a river's worth of human bullynut all over Hetta and Zelda like they'd wanted for so, so long~

Zelda’s hole, that sloppy, needy, steaming hot sissy-cunt he was cursed with, leaking, drooling, and squirting mindlessly like a goddamn geyser, slathering Radley’s Aryan Alpha rod in wave after wave of his addictively sweet, sugary, tangerine and cherry flavored cunny-slop. His wide, wobbly hips violently launched his teeny-tiny body up and down, bouncing those ridiculously round, jello-y globes of freckly emerald ass-fat HARDER, FASTER, AND EVEN MORE ANIMALISTICALLY AROUND THE THROBBING, JIZZ-SPEWING CUNT-CONQUERER HE WORSHIPPED LIKE A GOD! His tongue came flailing out of his piping hot maw, spilling out across his chin, while those golden, heart-shaped eyes looked completely glazed over, rolling deep into the back of his tiny skull, as the slumbering colossus beneath him PULVERIZED his aching, stinging ass-shelf as hard as he possibly could; pounding his musclebound hips, squishing those humongous, homegrown mounds of wobble-meat together mercilessly around his agonizingly stiff fuck-slab, while he shuddered and grunted like a wildebeest-leopard from the ungodly wetness of his own personal, spongy-soft greenie Fleshlight! His big, brutal fingers sunk so deep into those overwhelmingly fat, squishy ass-cheeks that it made Zelda’s quivering little clitty completely BURST all over Radley’s flawlessly sculpted chest, caking his sweaty, rippling abs and gorgeous, burly chest in all that creamy, sugary-sweet fem-cum!

Meanwhile, Hetta was furiously SMASHING her fat, meaty, slobbering cunt down on Radley’s sleeping face over, and over, and over again! “THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP”, the sound of all that wobbling gobbo-flesh CRASHING down on top of her irresistible teenage overlord reverberated across their small, dilapidated hut and rattled deep inside Zal’s wounded mind. As his huge, beefy tongue punched its way deep inside Hetta’s vise-like pussy, she came even HARDER; her delicious juices spurting out even more feverishly each time he BASHED against her soft, trembling G-Spot! She howled like a wounded animal, throwing her entire body back and forth, letting those mammoth-sized monster-milkers swing to and fro, while she practically drowned his face in an endlessly slurry of her own sticky, scrumptious cunt-nectar!

The air inside the room started to get even heavier, as both of those pint-sized greenie fuck-dolls could sense that impending, explosive CLIMAX! They grunted and growled even more ferociously, throwing their bodies up and down harder and meaner, desperate to finally get that HUGE, SLOPPY, LIFE-CHANGING NUT ALL TO THEMSELVES!

With a massively powerful, tremendously echoing SMACK! of each of his huge, hulking hands down against the bouncy hills of giant, jiggly assflesh clapping over his groin, beating Zelda’s sweat-soaked globes of perfectly plump pound-meat like they owed him money! The immense size of Radley’s constantly twitching teen fuckshaft plowed between the soft crevice of her cheeks with a rapid-fire rhythm that sent his chunky, constantly outpouring pre-grease and sweat flying across the room with the ever-growing beat of THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPPPPPS~!  that followed the smack of his hips into the poor Goblin sissy’s massively fat arse cheeks.

All while the monstrously large human barbarian of a man’s thick, manly throat gulped down the endless overflow of fruity fuck-juices flowing out from Hetta’s pretty pink pussymeat like the saccharine sweetness of her inner parts had invigorated him with a beastly strength to BREED AND CONQUER INFERIOR MONSTER-SLUTS LIKE THEM WITH HIS MASSIVELY FAT COCK-LOG LIKE NO OTHER MAN OR USELESS GOBLIN MALE COULD~

Both of the fat-assed, dick-no-tized greenie whores felt the entire world stand till, their hearts clenched with baited breath and waiting desperately as the air was totally saturated in cock-stink and ball-musk, their highly tuned slut-senses almost sniffing out the massive wad of sticky stud-seed that brewed within the mighty orbs of Radley’s virile ballsack, utterly stuffed with giant tadpole sized swimmers just waiting to bury themselves within the nearest waiting whore’s womb and breed out inferior Goblin genes to carry his superior progeny. The rumbling stirs of his weighty nuts built to a massive crescendo of hot, wet, gurgling GLRGLRGLRGLRGRRRRCHHHHHH! before finally…

A FAT, JUICY, LAVA-HOT SHOT OF TACKY, GLUE-THICK HUMAN BREEDER JIZZ SPAT OUT FROM THE END OF HIS COCK RIGHT BETWEEN ZELDA’S JUICY GOBBY FUCK-PHATTY CHEEKS! A SINGLE SHOT SPLASHING OUT IN SEEMINGLY ENDLESS WAVES AS THE DEBAUCHED DANCE OF THAT SHORTSTACK GREENIE SOW ATOP HIS COCK ONLY INTENSIFIED!

OH GODS! HERE IT COMES! HERE IT FUCKING COMES ♥♥♥ It was like the entire room was spinning, as the pair of drooling, delirious, cum-addicted greenie jizz-toilets gasped and grunted and convulsed violently, while the slumbering Aryan titan beneath them finally let that agonizingly rigid, raging slab of womb-wrecking fuck-meat ERUPT in all of its violent glory!

"SPRRRRRRTTTTTTT! SPLURTTTTTTTT! SCHLRRRRRRRRT~ !” Went the sound of his impossibly thick pussy-scraper as it bloated to an absurd girth and mass, hotter than a freshly forged dwarven blade as each new wave of dense, thick, bitch-breeding human ball-broth lanced across Hetta and Zelda’s bodies and marked them with his seed like a true human conqueror planting his mighty flag over the lands of his defeated enemy and claiming them for himself.

The first shot of boiling hot, unreasonably thick baby-batter SPLATTERED across the ceiling, before round after round, each one thicker, gooier, and hotter than the last, came bursting out all over Zelda and Hetta’s pint-sized bodies; their unimaginably doughy, emerald curves CAKED from top to bottom in an inches-thick coat of sticky, salty, addictively musky Alpha seed, unleashing so much godforsaken human jizz all over the place that the hot, dizzying stench of it would never again leave these four walls! And speaking of walls, trails of steamy, mind-rotting nut-sludge dripped down them like rainwater, as seed splashed wastefully across the ceiling, the bed, and every other inch of Hetta’s bedroom until the place looked like aftermath of an Elephant-Rhino’s mating ritual.

All while a single tear ran down Zal’s cheek, his face covered with dried, crusty jizz flakes that nearly glued his eyes shut, thankful merely that Radley was merciful enough to shut the door, even as not knowing what unfolded behind the door pierced the deepest parts of his wounded heart…

The pair of cum-drenched gobbo-whores slowly climbed off their still soundly sleeping Lord and Master, and took the chance to lick the sweat and spunk off his glistening, gorgeous muscles until he was absolutely spotless. Even as the gut-wrenching scent of his hyper-potent Alpha jizz began seeping into their bright green skin, Hetta and Zelda didn’t once tear their sloppy, slurping tongues away until Sir Radley was clean as a whistle, all while poor, pitiful Zal listened to their braindead giggles and loud, obnoxious slobbering through the door…

Zal was exhausted. His bones ached, and his shattered heart cried out in pure agony. Somehow, he found the will to finally close his eyes and sleep, curled up in the fetal position, suckling on his thumb, right in front of his Momma’s door...