Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 335: With The Goblins (2)

Everything simply escalated from that point on, the lust drove the goblins crazy with a feral need of spreading legs and filling pussies.

Females tackled males, tongues tangling and hands jerking each other off with sloppy, eager rhythm. A pair of twin goblin sisters double-teamed one wide-eyed brute, one riding his cock while the other rode his face, their moans turning into guttural, animalistic howls.

Two goblins near the fire spit-roasted a panting herm—cock in mouth, cunt on cock—and still found the time to slap her ass like a war drum. Goblin pups watched from the shadows, their eyes wide and sparkling with future fantasies.

And me?

I was their divine centerpiece.

A moaning, bouncing, squirming goblin goddess.

I switched partners without ever stopping the rhythm—riding one until he exploded inside me, then shoving him off with a wet squelch and grabbing the next closest cock with a giggle. They offered themselves to me like sacrifices—drenched in sweat and lust and reverence. Some kissed my feet before entering me. Others buried their faces in my tits like they were drowning in divine milk.

"Breed me, you little monsters~!" I cried, voice raw and ecstatic. "Fuck your goddess like the filthy little green animals you are!"

They obeyed.

Oh fuck, they obeyed.

One goblin buried his face between my cheeks, tongue swirling my asshole with religious devotion. Another mounted me from the front, his cock perfectly curved to hammer my insides with brutal, desperate thrusts. Others just stood close enough to jerk off on me, adding streaks of hot, sticky worship across my belly, my breasts, and my face.

A smaller goblin girl, panting and flushed, climbed into my lap between sessions, rubbing her soaked cunt against my thigh and moaning like a wolf howling at the moon.

"Come here!"

I kissed her on the mouth, deep and wet, then pulled her down to straddle my cock—yes, I brought it back, of course I brought it back. The moment her tight goblin cunt swallowed me whole, she screamed so loud I thought her voice would crack the sky. But she didn’t care, all she cared about was the thick juicy cock stretching her walls to bursting.

I pounded her through her orgasm and kissed her again when she cried. A big, nasty goblin-kiss—licking the tears, savoring the lips, catching the tongue, and never, ever stopping the pistoning in and out of her petite goblin-cunt.

With all the sexual stamina of a fertile goddess and every desire to be the one impregnating this tribe of fertile goblins, I came inside the poor girl after my second thrust.

She collapsed, spent. And was quickly replaced by another goblin.

"Ahh~"

Covered in cum and sweat, with goblins in various stages of exhaustion panting and drooling across my flesh, I giggled drunkenly—body, mind, and soul were ablaze. And this was just the opening act.

The orgy became its own living thing—roaring and rutting and writhing. The ruined fortress echoed with the sounds of skin on skin, wet slaps, and feral groans. No one was spared. No hole was left untouched. No cock was allowed to stay soft.

The goblins fucked until the sun began to set.

Then they fucked harder.

They offered me food, only for me to turn it into lube and pour it down their shafts.

They offered me water, only for me to spit it into someone’s mouth mid-kiss.

I was everything to them now.

Their goddess.

Their queen.

Their fuck-toy.

And I loved every second of it.

When midnight came, the bonfire was the only light left—and I lay atop a pile of exhausted, twitching goblins, dripping with sweat and cum, my womb overflowing with seed that refused to leak out. My body was a soaked, panting mess—but my mind? Clear as a crystal.

"Haaah~ I forgot the fun of having an unlimited sex drive" I mused, idly tracing shapes across the glistening abs of a male goblin sleeping below me.

"Time to start phase two of my master plan"

Truth be told I was speaking bullshit, I had no plan from the start. At first, I was gonna simply drop in and massacre all the goblins in the whole tribe.

Buuut.... you know me. My pussy started itching the moment I smelled that sweet, thick and stinky goblin-cum. So of course I ditched the annihilation plan and went on for a ride.

Besides... a big fat goblin horde would be just the thing I need. As slaves, of course, someone had to work to gather materials for the city.

’I think I’ll have them work in the mines for now at least until I find the dwarves’

Arwen had recommended that we should hire dwarves since they were the most skilled craftsmen in the universe. Elves could work too and sometimes they were very talented but elves were slim in numbers compared to the dwarves.

Arwen still doesn’t know that I could breed anything, with enough time and the right seed I could drown this world in elves if I wish. I don’t do it simply because I’m a goddess, and gods have their own brand of responsibility.

The Balance of all things.

In my humble, horny opinion it’s just some cosmic divine bullshit, just let everything breed if it’s capable of breeding, nature will find balance on its own.

Back to my goblin situation. I had no problem enslaving these goblins, four thousand slave miners is not something that I want to miss on, however, I need to slay a few of them, males in particular for one simple reason.

Amputation

"Kiiiiik!!"

In one of the chambers in the old fort, goblin males were actively ’modifying’ goblin futas turning them into females with a brutal style that caused a shiver down anyone’s spine.

And the worst part of it was that the goblin futas were completely into it, like they wanted to be ’changed’ becoming ’normal’ and find a place in the tribe.

I hated it.

Judging and hurting others based on something they didn’t choose in the first place, like their gender or the color of their skin, was ugly, stupid, and not worth a fuck. If you want to do that sort of thing, at least judge based on things that have a fucking meaning, like morality, behavior, clothes, or the simplest things like taste for food and music.

Things that you can choose and change, not things you’re born with.

"These behaviors really piss me the hell off!" I mumbled grumpily, snapping my fingers. One after another, all of the male goblins in the old chamber exploded, leaving nothing behind but a pool of blood.

"My city will be a haven for people of all kinds. No more hatred, only love," I declared, my voice echoing through the now-silent chamber. The remaining goblins, both futas and newly created females, looked at me with a mix of fear and awe.

SNAP!

With another snap, a thick red mist began to rise from my body and seep into the entire fortress, growing brighter and thicker with each passing moment. With my mastery over blood magic, planting the blood seal on all of the four thousand was as easy as baking pie.

"..."

Okay, scratch that I never baked a pie but you know what I mean.

"Hmm?" I closed my eyes, and my senses picked up something strange. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

There inside the cave the goblins had created was another large hall, and for some reason my crimson mist couldn’t get inside.

"Interesting," I murmured, my curiosity piqued. I decided to investigate, my steps echoing through the now-silent fortress. Passing the cave entrance, the air got cold and damp, filled with moss, wet dirt, and the scent of goblin musk.

After a good five-minute walk navigating the murky cavern, a dim, fiery glow up ahead signaled my approach was nearly complete. The closer I got, the thicker the air grew—boiling with a scent I know too well.

Pheromones.

Not mine—this was different. Thick and rich. Almost overwhelming in its intensity, enough to leave the average person in a pleasure-induced haze. But I was no ordinary person.

And I was so fucking excited.

My heart skipped a beat the moment I emerged in a room almost larger than the entire fortress. And I found its secrets.

There in the middle of the cavern, surrounded by the hulking, huffing, moaning, squealing goblin herd. A being. A queen. A giant fucking 6 feet 3 inches goblin female. And with breasts the size of beach balls and wide, meaty hips with a giant fat bitch clit in between.

I felt like a lost kid, walking for the first time at an adult sex shop and thinking ’Why are these things here?’

"Holy shit" I cursed in awe, my pussy and nipples reacted, twitching and rubbing, ready for the action.

Why? Easy because this goblin queen was literally practicing my divine art.

Breeding.

Goblin after goblin, they slipped from her pussy into the world. Giving birth like it’s the most common thing in the world.

It was so fucking sexy I had an orgasm.

"This goblin is perfect" I muttered, eyes sparkling like diamonds. "Gonna catch this one myself, She’s going to love living in my city"