Monster Milfs love Human bullies! Chapter 2 (Patreon)

The sun… It blinded Zal’s beady little eyes as it came pouring in through the windows. His head was pounding, like a herd of roaming bull-bears were racing back and forth inside his brain. He could barely stand, newer, darker bruises littering his belly and legs, clearly he’d gotten quite a beating from a certain human brute this morning. Thank the gods he practically comatose and couldn’t feel any of it. Slowly, Zal worked up the strength to tear himself up off the floor, his spindly little legs limping forward and carrying his frail, battered body into the kitchen. Mmmm… Zelda’s home-cooking… 

His stomach was rumbling like a snoring Wolf-lion, gods he was starving… ‘Please, please, pleeease, just let me eat something…’ He prayed, anxiously clenching his fists so tight that they were bleeding all over again. He followed that delectable aroma straight to the source, and found his Momma naked, gargantuan tits and fat, hulking ass-cheeks glazed with oil, sitting square on Radley’s enormous lap; his glorious naked body painted with bright, creamy lipstick stains all over, while his gigantic, twitching cunt-splitter was stuffed between Hetta’s supple, spongy, wobbling twerk-shelf. 

His greedy lips were latched around her obscenely swollen teat like a newborn babe, devouring her dish-sized areola and puffy, gumdrop-like nipple, while sweet, vanilla and caramel flavored Mother’s Milk poured down right his starving gullet. Hetta’s bright blue eyes were bulging out of her skull, her fat, pillowy lips falling open and her thick, slobbery tongue spilling out, as the blushing, golden-blonde gobbo MILF desperately nodded and begged for her Master to suckle on her overgrown udders even harder!

Zal was sick to his stomach just looking at it, and of course, Hetta didn’t even notice he was there until she caught a glimpse of Radley smirking and glancing at the insignificant little pissant. All she could do was muster up a tiny, forced smile, before Radley started gnawing viciously on her incredibly sensitive nipples.

As Zal climbed into his seat, his eyes permanently glued to the floor, he took a quick peek over his Zelda. Naked and glistening, just like their Momma, “She” bounded back and forth across the kitchen with a purpose; his impossibly fat, gelatinous emerald-green globes of wobble-meat smacking hypnotically right in front of Zal’s face, making his disgustingly puny pin-prick rise shamefully inside the tattered rags he wore for pants. Zelda was cooking up a five-star meal, a homestyle breakfast that humans just loved! He brought platter after platter of piping hot food over to the kitchen table, beaming with pride and a sense of accomplishment, while he looked up at his Master with big, wide, pleading eyes, begging for even a scrap of praise.

And like their Momma, Zelda wouldn’t acknowledge his baby brother until Radley glanced in his direction. It was like he didn’t exist until Radley said so. Like nothing mattered until that overbearing bruiser said it did. Zal just kept his head down, not uttering a single word, while he listened to his Momma’s whimpering moans and his “sister’s” needy little cries.

"Hey, Zal! What's wrong? You not even gonna thank your mom and sister for the meal they made for you? It might be a pretty measly portion for a royal blood human whose actually worth the pig that was killed to get this bacon on this plate." Radley snorted at the puny Goblin male with a wicked smile on his face, his fist clenched around the tiny fork in his hand as he stabbed into a veritable mountain worth of savory bacon, perfectly prepared wheatcakes made from Hetta's own special bland, and absurdly expensive bee-hornet syrup...the kind that was only harvested once every three years...and which Yarg had last fetched for their family only the year before he died.

"Y-you're...m-mom, t-that's dad's syrup, isn't it?"

"Oh, what? This stuff? It's pretty good, nowhere near what we've got in the palace though, guess I couldn't expect more from some uncultured Greenie bitches though. Oi, fat ass! Where the hell is my griffin sausage huh? I asked for it ten minutes ago and you're still making me wait!" He barked out, slamming his fist against the table and sending a huge, rumbling vibration through the very floor itself as the wooden table's craftsmanship was put to the test beneath his herculean strength, legs splintering and creaking and barely staying solid, spurring Zelda into action as she rattled off apologies and hurriedly jiggled her way from the stovetop to top his plate with the fattest link of sausages Zal had ever seen.

Just as rude and crass as he'd always been, Radley poured atop his sausages a veritable river of syrup, as though intentionally watching for Zal's reaction and relishing in the pure frustration buzzing beneath his eyes as he dug into his meal like a snarling animal hungry to feast on the flesh of its beaten prey. 

"Shit, if there's one compliment I can give you Goblin bitches, you sure do cook a mean breakfast. I'd say you little monster freaks could turn this place into an Inn, but I doubt many would come with those tiny beds of yours...well, unless you brought the customers over by shaking those massive whore asses right in their faces!" Radley spoke between wet, greasy munches of his food, punctuating his statement by SMACKING one syrup slick hand over Zelda's massive green ass-globe and immediately stuffing a sausage in her mouth when she opened it with a gasp.

"Yeah, that's a pretty great look for you, guess we know why goblin lips are so damn fat now, don't we-"

"S-STOP! Just stop it! I mean...d-don't you think you're wasting the breakfast Zelda and Hetta have prepared for you by...p-playing with Goblin servants like us, sire-" Zal suddenly screamed, immediately regretting it as the air bore a cold chill and Radley stood to his towering height, head nearly hitting the ceiling as he looked down on the puny pipsqueak like he was an ant, smiling wickedly with his hands tugging ominously at the waistband of his loincloth.

"Now now, I think a future king should be able to learn how to do right by his servants, even as they may be inferiors like yourself. In fact, I think you could use some sausage of your own in your meal...all of you goblin men look so thin and weak...maybe some protein will do you all some good." He announced, his manly voice booming through the room as he SLID HIS LOINCLOTH OFF AND LET EVERY LAST INCH OF HIS GIANT, TURGID MONSTER COCK SPRING FREE BARE AND UNTAMED BEFORE SLAPPING DOWN ATOP ZAL'S PLATE AND SCATTERING WHAT LITTLE SCRAPS OF FOOD ABOUT ALL OVER THE PLACE!

Everything that big, brutal white-walker bully did just boiled Zal’s blood. It burned him so deep feeing so powerless, so incredibly helpless to stop him. He watched his Momma and sister falling over all themselves to wait on the big, smug bastard hand over foot! It was beyond sickening. The worst, however, was seeing how gleefully he wasted the precious syrup his father spent days painstakingly farming from bee-hornets’ nests. Zal could still remember all the huge, painful welts all over his body from where the bee-hornets stung him. He was groaning in agony for days, but Zal never saw him once without a warm smile on his face. And now, here Radley was, literally wasting all of his father’s hard work and sacrifice like it amounted to absolutely nothing; all while his Momma happily fed the overgrown, pale-skinned beast like a newborn babe. He saw the way Zelda’s big, glimmering gold eyes lit up as Radley shoved a big, fat, greasy sausage link right down his greedy little gullet; sealing his fat, pouty lips so starvingly around it, suckling every ounce of oil and salt right off that thick, meaty casing, while her cheeks hollowed out whorishly and a long, noisy “SSSCCCLLLUUURRRPPP” loudly rang from the fat-assed sissy-slut.

Then, poor, pitiful Zal made a massive mistake. He spoke out of turn. Zelda and Hetta both looked at him like he was some kind of otherworldly creature, while Radley loomed over him like the ferocious, snarling monster of a man he was. The pathetic greenie cuck was shaking like a leaf, looked like he was about five seconds away from pissing himself in pure terror, as the sound of Radley’s deep, dark, spine-chilling voice rattled him right down to his very core. His beady little eyes went wide as Radley suddenly unwrapped the unimaginably fat, veiny, gut-busting Aryan behemoth packed inside his tattered loincloth. Every last monstrously meaty inch sprang forth right in front of Zal’s meek little face, and SLAMMED right down onto his plate; splashing food and globs of scalding hot pre-seed all over Zal’s miserable face.

“W—What do you mean…? ‘Protein’…? Oh gods…” Zal’s eyes looked like they were going to pop right out of his skull, once he’d finally realized what Radley was hinting at. “P—Please, Sir, please don’t! I—I promise I’ll be good! I—I won’t speak without permission again, I promise!” He begged, tears welling up in his eyes, while a frenzy of hisses and snarls tore from his Momma and sister’s alluringly fat, cock-gobbling lips.

“Don’t listen to Zally, Master! He’s just being a big baby! Master is doing us all a favor right now, Zal! Don’t be so rude! Go on, Master, pleeease! Hose all our plates down in a big, greasy helping of bubbling hot stud-slop! Give us all the protein you can! Oh gods yes, pleeease! Do us wretched little greenies a favor by packing our food full of all your delicious, salty baby-batter, Sir!” Hetta squealed at the top of her lungs, as she lurched forward, squeezing one hand around Radley’s humongous, sloshing nut sack, while the other tightly gripped his rock-hard fuck-spire; kneading, groping, stroking every goddamn inch, while she spat all over the fearsome teenage Adonis’ gargantuan shaft and sweaty, musky balls, furiously beating his monster-meat until Zelda suddenly jumped in and joined her!

“Exactly! Don’t you breathe another word, Zal! Gods, you’re such a whiny little ingrate! Sire, he’s just a simple-minded little gobbo-runt! Ignore him, pleeease! Oh my fucking gods… ♥♥♥” Hearing Zelda really snapped what was left of Zal’s shattered heart in two. Hearing her grunting, groaning, desperately whining for her precious Aryan Master to drown all their breakfasts in a deluge of the thickest, gooiest, most sickeningly chowder-y nut-sludge imaginable… It nearly sent that perma-virgin cuck in a catatonic state!

“It tasted like fucking heaven last night, Master ♥♥♥ I knowww… I’m a bad little girl, aren’t I? I’m so sorryyy… I just couldn’t control myself! I promise I’ll be better, I’ll be your perfect little bitch-boi, Daddy! I promiseee… Just feed me some more, pleeeease! Drown all this food in your hot white seed, Sire! I’ll slobber up every last fucking morsel, I swear it!” Zelda whispered under her breath, just loud enough for Zal to hear every last fuck-crazed word, while she and her Momma drenched Radley’s mammoth-sized womb-wrecker in even more sugary-sweet drool and pumped their small, squeezing fists harder, faster, meaner up and down his terrifyingly thick, jaw-breaking shaft.

“Please… Sir Radley, don’t… Please… I can’t… It… It’s going to too far, please…” Zal wept quietly, while his family was busy digging their fat, drooling tongues between the beefy, rippling ridges of Radley’s shredded, perfectly sculpted abs; drinking up every drop of sweat they possibly could, as they painted the entirety of his broad, chiseled chest in various glossy shades of pink and red lipstick!

"Huh? Are you denying my gift, you little Goblin whelp? I could grab your puny little greenie head and smash it on this table right in front of your mommy and big-booty bitchboy of a brother right fucking now. But no, I want you to be able to enjoy every fucking morsel I'm about to offer you inferior monster bitches. So you better shut your little mouth and say thank you before I crack open your jaw and stuff your breakfast down your throat. You should be thanking me, maybe taking a mouthful of a real man's seed is gonna stop you from being so damn weak and tiny...or maybe you'll just become another fat-assed Gobbo wench like your brother here! Let's find out, shall we?" Radley viciously sneered down at Zal, reveling in the sheer overwhelming power he felt in this moment, his hands free to dig into both Hetta and Zelda's obscenely huge curves to further the all-consuming pleasure they worshipfully laid upon his raging hard fuck-spire.

His right hand clapped down upon the mouthwatering milktanks of Hetta's massive titshelf, fingers smushing into those jiggly orbs of fuckable flesh while he eagerly SMACKED one hand down on a thoroughly abused cheek of Zelda's enormous ass, sampling the beta boy's supple rump while snorting like an elephant bull, rapidly thrusting his hips between their dainty, spit-slimed, cock-stroking hands with his balls quaking powerfully and signaling the impending spray that Zal dreaded with all his being, but was too overcome with fear at what could happen if he enraged Radley even further to try fighting back...

"NGHHHHH FUCKKKKKKK! THAT'S IT YOU TINY LITTLE GOBLIN WENCHES, BEAT ME OFF RIGHT INTO YOUR FUCKING BREAKFAST SO CUCKY BOY HERE HAS A MEAL WORTH SAVORING FOR ONCE! SHIT~" Radley bellowed mightily, his chiseled body on full display as he roared out his pleasure, balls bucking and trembling while the absurdly huge cum-vein lining the underside of his shaft swelled and tensed and shivered until…

A MASSIVE, POTENT, PUTRID SPRAY OF CURDLED HUMAN JIZZ SPRAYED OUT WITH MORE POWER THAN AN ARCHMAGE'S WATER SPELL, BLASTING OUT LIKE A BROKEN FIRE HYDRANT AND UTTERLY SMOTHERING ZAL'S PLATE WITH SUCH AN EPIC OVERFLOW OF GREASY NUT-SLUDGE THAT HE COULD BARELY EVEN SEE WHERE HIS BREAKFAST BEGAN, AND EVEN STILL RADLEY WASN'T DONE. HE HUFFED AND BELLOWED LIKE THE MONSTROUS HUMAN FUCK-BRUTE HE WAS, SMACKING HIS HANDS INTO ZELDA AND HETTA'S OBSCENE CURVES LIKE HE WAS WHIPPING HIS FUCKSLAVES INTO ACTION, WHILE EVERY NEW PUMP AND MASSIVE SPRAY IN THE OVERWHELMING ONSLAUGHT OF HUMAN VIRILITY HE LET OUT UTTERLY CAKED THE TABLE AND KITCHEN AND ONLY BARELY AVOIDED HIS OWN PLATE, SMOTHERING EVERY MORSEL OF FOOD IN THE OVERWHELMING TASTE OF SUPERIOR STUD-SEED THAT WOULD LINGER FOR WEEKS IN THE MOUTHS OF WHOEVER DARED EAT IT~

A piece of Zal finally just felt like it broken into a million little pieces. He wasn’t quite sure what it was? His will to live? His fighting spirit? His pride and manhood? Whatever it was, Radley’s crushed it, just like he did everything else. He could see it in that sick, gleeful gleam in that smug, white-walker bastard’s eye. He was loving every disgraceful, disgusting second of this. LOVED hearing Zal’s own Momma and Big Sis snivel and whimper like the neediest little monster-whores. LOVED watching those quaking, clapping, relentlessly wobbling globes of emerald-green ass-fat jump and jiggle as his brutal, conquering fists CRASHED down on them! LOVED feeling their sloppy, sticky, teeny-tiny hands squeezing mercilessly around his rock-hard, mind-breaking cunt-splitter, pumping, jerking, worshipping that gorgeous Aryan colossus like a couple of babbling religious zealots! It made Zal even sicker to his stomach that… A piece of him started to love it too. He could feel envy bubbling up in the pit of his belly… He wanted to be Radley, wanted his power, wanted his strength, wanted his life… Of course, the little greenie cuck-slave knew he would never, ever live as anything but the wretched little monster he was. His fate was sealed the moment his stupid gobbo parents decided add one more little green speck to this world.

Zal didn’t dare look away, no matter how loudly his mind screamed at him. His body remained frozen in place, as he listened to Radley’s beastly, spine-chilling howls and watched his rippling, rock-hard body lurch, lunge, and thrust forward into those greedily-squeezing greenie fists. Finally… FINALLY! It was coming! Zal would bear witness to it himself! He would see firsthand why the Frieren men were the terrifying conquerors they are heralded as!

The first rope spurted out like a gushing geyser, blasting out all over the kitchen table, hosing it down in an inches-thick coat of that white-hot, unbelievably chowder-y, and thickly congealed nut-sludge brewing so loudly in Radley’s violently rumbling nut-sack! It was thicker than goddamn batter, and more potent than anything a hundred little gobbo-cucks like Yarg or Zal could ever produce themselves! Zal’s eyes nearly came bulging out of his teeny little skull when he noticed something wriggling around inside all that mind-bogglingly hot Alpha seed… There was no way… Just no way… Those couldn’t have been his swimmers, could it? Those big, bloated, overgrown tadpoles swimming around, hunting down anything remotely resembling a fresh, fertile egg to breed. No fucking way! And of course, Radley wasn’t finished, nowhere near close. HE CAME AND CAME AND CAME, until the entire kitchen, hell, the WHOLE HUT JUST REEKED OF BUBBLING, BOILING, ADDICTIVELY MANLY SEED! Jizz-soaked walls, floors, counters, cabinets, everything was absolutely DRENCHED in a piping hot sheen of chunky white human spunk! So much cum that it had to have been proof of Radley’s godhood that he was even still standing afterwards! EVERYTHING on the table, except Radley’s own platter of food, was gunked up with gooey, sloppy, mouthwateringly thick baby-batter that Zal had to keep himself from hurling at the sight of it.

What made the poor little greenie punching bag’s belly ache even more was seeing Hetta and Zelda both suddenly JUMP AT THE CHANCE TO SCARF DOWN THEIR PORCELAIN-SKINNED MASTER’S RIDICULOUSLY CHUNKY, CHEWY, PROTEIN-PACKED JIZZ-MEAL! They dug into their plates full of fresh white slop with both hands and shoveled as much down their starving maws as they possibly could, feasting like a couple of wild jackal-hounds! In the blink of an eye, their plates were licked completely spotless, not a speck of food or cum left in sight, as unhinged their extremely flexible jaws and showed off their fat, sloppy, drooling tongues to their young hung overlord, just so he could see how impeccably clean of spunk their mouths were!

“Master ♥ I don’t think Zal is eating! He’s being such a bad little gobbo! I think he needs a little discipline, don’t you?” Zelda sounded so whiny and needy, as he lazily licked the sweat off his musclebound Aryan god’s gorgeously chiseled abs. All Hetta could was nod mindlessly in agreement, while she dropped down to her knees and started huffing, suckling, and spitting all over her teenage lord’s mammoth-sized jizz-kegs.

"Heh, I'd rather not waste my sword training arm on this little runt for now. If Zally here thinks he can go without accepting the gift I so graciously poured out for a pack of monsters of all things, then let him...not that I don't feel utterly insulted by some twiggy goblin welp turning down such a lovely meal I poured such effort into preparing for him. But since Zal feels so confident that he doesn't need it, he can starve for today, and I'll have him come along with me for my next hunting trip to see how resourceful our little guy can be."  Radley proclaimed, smacking a hand down on Zal's shoulder casually and making the poor Gobby boy wince with pain, the force of what must have been little more than a love tap to the Frieren heir seeming like a force stronger than gravity itself that would threaten to crush him entirely all in one go!

The mere mention of a "hunting trip" brought back awful memories of the things Radley would do when he dragged the tiny monster boy deep into the secluded forest where no one could hear his screams...the nights of isolation serving as bait for a prized Fox-Bison or deadly Wyvern that the expert human huntsman saw fit to add as another head on his trophy wall...one that Zal would often look upon in terror whenever he neared the lord's chambers and wonder when he would be put on it…

At the merest mention of sir Radley’s infamous hunting trips. Zelda, or at least the microscopic sliver of cock-ruined bitchmeat occupying Zelda’s head that masqueraded as a brain, remembered them well. Sir Radley would haul pathetic little Zal off into the deep, dark, treacherous depths of the forest for days on end, and when he would finally return, it was like the miserable little greenie saw the ice-cold face of Death itself. His body was always covered in bruises, like he was beaten within an inch of his life. Zelda could still remember one of these “hunting trips” in particular, like it was permanently etched into her mind. It was at the tail-end of an especially harsh winter, and Radley, all bundled up in his heavy, rich furs, made his favorite little whipping boy spend the entire trip wearing nothing but the flimsy, most tattered rags he could find. After days out in the wilderness, and nights filled with the most brutal, skull-bashing beatings imaginable (all in the name of Radley honing his blade work and using Zal’s frail little body to do it) Zal was left to stumble home, the freshly fallen snow piled up far past his waist, while Radley took a horse-drawn chariot all the way back to his family estate. It took almost a day and a half for Zal to limp himself back to the village, and he collapsed face-first into the front door as soon as he stepped foot on his front porch. It was a miracle he didn’t freeze or starve to death, but Zelda always took that as a sign of Zal’s inner strength. It didn’t matter what those big, mean musclebound humans said about gobbos, because she always knew that their kind had a will and tenacity to survive that was unmatched by anyone else.

Of course, thinking back on it now, a bleak little thought bored its way into the forefront of Zelda’s delirious, cock-addled mind. ‘Maybe it would’ve been a good thing if that lousy little greenie just dropped dead during that trip…’ It was quick, exiting Zelda’s mind just as soon as it entered, but even she couldn’t help but feel a tad ashamed for even dreaming up such a hideous thought. She loves her whiny, spineless, cowardly little brother, doesn’t she…? Of course she did, she had to, that’s what any good “big sister” would do…

"Oi, Greenie bitch, the fat-assed bitch boy I mean, is this how you treat a guest, huh? I know your jizz-addicted slut brains are too goddamn stupid to know it, but you can't just pig out right in front of a guest before feeding him...much less when I've fed you a hot, helping portion of you Gobbo-sluts' favorite meal." Radley barked at Zelda, instantly kicking the girly wobble-slut into high gear, apologizing profusely while the pale-skinned lord simply smirked and reclined in his seat, kicking his feet up on the table and feasting on every delicious bite of sweet, savory Goblin-cuisine both ladies eagerly fed him while eyeing up the nasty, jizz-encrusted plates of their own meals buried beneath his white hot stud-sauce like starving dogs admiring their latest chance at a meal.

Before Zelda could even process the fact that he was calling himself a “she”, she immediately yelped out a desperate, needy apology for being such an inconsiderate hostess to the flawless, strapping Alpha Adonis looming over her entire pint-sized family! Rushing to cater to his every demand and atone for the unforgivable sin of disappointing his lofty expectations!

There wasn’t a single thought behind Zelda or Hetta’s eyes that wasn’t completely, utterly, and wholeheartedly focused solely on Radley. How he felt. What he was thinking. Was he pleased with them? Would he stay with them? ‘Oh gods, please, make him stay for as long as he can!’ Their brains squealed in absolute unison, BEGGING with the Heavens up above to keep this monstrous human bruiser in their lives FOREVER AND EVER! They fed him so lovingly, kissing his perfect lips each time a spoonful of delicious, piping hot food left his mouth, all while they each whispering hushed sweet-nothings under their breath; detailing how hopelessly and helplessly devoted they were to their impossibly strong, irresistibly sexy young overlord, how they would give up their bodies, their minds, and their souls to stay by his side, and how much better their teeny-tiny world was now that he was in it!

"M...may I have permission to head to my room, sire?" Zal asked, supremely uncomfortable with the feelings the sight before him provoked and desperate to get away by any means possible, though his natural instinct to ask for permission clearly displayed his instant request to leave was, in Radley's mind and those of his family, an admission of his eternal weakness and that he was little more than a weak, useless sissy bitch compared to him.

"Do what you want, twig-dick. I'll just be here eating a hearty breakfast you're not having...but damn, I almost feel like I'm gonna miss this place when my father sends a carriage...maybe I should take you sluts to go and leave good old survivalist Zal to fend for himself eh?" Radley sneered at his victim, immediately returning his attentions back to the phat-assed cuties doting on his every desire, though in his words remained one tiny fleck of hope for poor Zal to cling to…

Even as Zal piped up, his family seemingly couldn’t hear a word escaping his lips. Once again, it was like he didn’t exist until Radley deigned to acknowledge him, and then his Momma and Big Sis’ eyes just momentarily flicked past him; a passing look that came and went in an instant, before their big, wide, heart-shaped eyes went right back to gazing so passionately up at Radley’s sculpted square jaw and glimmering emerald-green eyes. And their desperate, pleading eyes went as big as saucers once Radley oh-so-casually brought up the idea of taking the two teeny-tiny, outlandishly curvy fuck-dolls back with him. They VIOLENTLY nodded their little heads until Zal was sure the both of them had given their brains a couple dozen bruises, while needy, babbling whimpers frantically spilled from their fat, sloppy, drooling lips.

“O—Oh my gods, pleeease, Master! P—PLEASE! Take us with you! We promise we’ll be good! We’ll take care of you even harder than we did today! We’ll wait on your hand and foot, I know we will!” Zelda was the first to pipe up, before her Momma excitedly jumped in!

“Y—YES! PLEEEASE, SIR! W—We’ll be such good little greenies, you have no idea! Zal will be just fine by himself, won’t you Zally? You’ll be a good little runt and stay here by yourself, while Momma and Sissy go slave away for our gorgeous Young Lord? You’d do that for us, wouldn’t you? It’s the least you could do, Zally! You know how hard me and your Big Sis work for you. Isn’t it about time that you did something to make US happy?” Hetta sounded almost… Angry. Like the very thought of Zal denying her this golden opportunity just boiled her blood. Zal couldn’t utter a single word, his mouth just opening and closing over and over. He wanted to speak, wanted to tell his Momma that this wasn’t right, that she and Zelda had lost their minds, been bewitched by that hulking human bastard and his humongous white monster cock, but he just couldn’t. It was like absolute terror had petrified his vocal cords. Instead, he just watched his Momma squish her ungodly heavy, spongy, milk-filled udders even harder against Radley’s steel-like frame, while she and Zelda both CLAPPED AND BOUNCED those mouthwateringly thick, doughy, freckly shelves of ass-fat up and down for Radley to enjoy. Hetta’s bright blue eyes were so full of love, care, and tenderness, nothing close to the cold, detached looks she’s been giving Zal since bringing this overbearing Aryan Alpha into their lives. She purses up her pouty, perfectly pink lips, planting a flurry of clingy, needy kisses all over Radley’s lips, cheeks, neck, and shoulders, before coaxing his big, beefy, oversized tongue out and slurping on it so hungrily; practically worshipping the thick pink muscle, licking, kissing, gently caressing it with her own tongue, while smearing Radley’s flawless face with big, pink, overblown lipstick stains.

“P—Pretty pleeease, my precious Young Lord. Oh gods, I couldn’t stand not seeing you again, not even for a second. I need you, we need you. W—We want to be civilized, just like you ♥ Pleeease! Don’t leave a couple of miserable monsters like us here! T—Take us! Keep us! You’ll own us completely! We’ll be so devoted! Why would we ever want to leave? Our home will always be with the Frierens, Young Lord ♥♥♥” Zal’s ears were still ringing after hearing his Momma just, out loud, declare her undying loyalty to the big, smug, sadistic bastard whose been beating him senseless for years. There was no way this was real… No. Goddamn. Way.

"Heh, you know, I wouldn't usually dare to sully the Frieren palace with the presence of a bunch of filthy little monstergirl bitches...but considering what great hosts you've been, I might consider it. Haven't you always been complaining about how you need to make money for your family, Zally? Bet you thought you were being the 'man of the house' trying to provide for your cockslurping slut sister and greenie whore mommy...but that's what 'men' do. I'd be ashamed if I were in your position...but its clear that mommy here isn't making any good money at that shitty tavern I found her in, so why don't I hire them both, huh?" Radley proposed, his hulking hands sliding in between both Hetta and Zelda's juicy, jiggling whore-asscheeks, grinning with an evil look that reminded Zal of the wicked wolves in the fairy tales Yarg used to tell him in his youth.

"He'll be gone soon, his father will send a chariot and call him to the palace today ...last night was awful, but there's no way it'll happen again Zal, it won't...it CAN'T" He thought to himself on loop as though desperately trying to will it into existence, locking the door to his room and wrapping the filthy rag that made up his bedsheets around his head in a futile attempt to make the noises of unrepentant human hunk-worship disappear, meek and desperate as though he hoped to cast a wish from a fairy godmother to free him of his torment.

But Zal would soon learn that fairy Godmother's were a mere folktale, and that his reality was only doomed to get far, FAR worse…

He could feel the trembling in his little heart, praying to himself that that couldn't happen, that he would at least be spared the humiliation of watching his mother and brother be utterly defiled in front of him every day he had to slave away in that vile, dark palace where the worst memories of his life were had. And that harrowing thought ran through his entire being as he rocked unsteadily in his room room, his grumbling belly punishing him for tossing away his one chance at feeding himself, even as his nostrils still twitched in disgust at the awful, rancid scent of curdled human ball-broth that had sunk into the walls of the hut as though reminding Zal of the smell he would be taking in for a long, long time from now…

"Please, dearest Bargeth. If you truly are the God of Goblins as my father told me...please, do not let my family be sent to the Frieren palace. I will swear to any plea, take any oath...just please, PLEASE don't let HIM get to them again..."

He whispered lightly to himself, his words doing nothing to shroud the sounds of his family's blissful giggling cries of adoration to the enormous, sperm-spewing human hunk they served in the kitchen with all their hearts, remembering the tales his father once told him of the radiant faerie God of the Goblin race and how she saved her loyal servants in their darkest hour and kept their race from extinction. He'd stopped believing in her years ago, but at this point, nothing but a miracle could ever save him, and he cried out to himself for aid from the heavens like the pathetic weakling she was…

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For two weeks after that fateful day, things had been quiet, even Radley never seemed to bother him around the palace as he'd promised, instead busying himself with his sword training and travelling away from their land to ravage the newest scouting camps of the Kingdom's enemy with lord Frieren himself. 

That night felt like a blur. Like Zelda and Hetta were both lost in a deep, dark, lust-fueled daze, until finally that big, hulking human Adonis left their humble little abode and returned to that gorgeous, sprawling palace of his. Suddenly, it was like a switch went off in the back of their heads, as an intense sense of shame and guilt loudly reverberated through their minds. As neglectful as Hetta was, even she couldn’t help but feel pangs of regret every time she even looked in Zal’s direction. All the awful, hateful, resentful words she spewed at him that night were still ringing in the back of her mind, playing over and over on a non-stop loop. What would her beloved Yarg think of her if he could see her now? The way he must’ve been rolling over in his grave…

Of course, things were even worse for poor Zelda. Hetta was a shameless, closeted human supremacist (even if she didn’t like to admit it), but Zelda was always supposed to have his little brother’s back. He was supposed to protect him, keep him safe, and cheer him on whenever he stumbles, but that night… He turned into somebody he didn’t even recognize. That slobbering, twerking, cock-gobbling slut-doll was nothing like the gentle, soft-spoken elder brother that’s been singlehandedly raising Zal all these years. What made Zelda feel like an even bigger failure to his beloved baby brother, was just how willing he was to let himself become a brainless, blithering sissy-bitch. Why was it so damn easy for him to give up shred of masculinity he had left? To let himself be mauled by the big, brutal hands of a REAL ALPHA MALE? To be SPANKED, SMACKED, AND DEGRADED BY A BRUTISH, BIGOTED BEAST MASQUERADING HIMSELF AS A REGAL NOBLEMAN? Even just thinking about Radley’s mind-melting stench and sweaty, salty taste was enough to get Zelda’s needy, teensy clitty (which had gotten even smaller since that fateful night) aching so desperately. He couldn’t even remember a single night in these past two weeks where he hasn’t fallen asleep with one of his Momma’s big, fat, monster-sized dildos (though it still couldn’t compare to the absolute MONSTROSITY between Radley’s musclebound legs) buried deep inside his greedy, squishy, gushing sissy-cunt! He could never admit this out loud, but… By the gods did he miss him. He missed his hunky, hulking Young Lord with every ounce of his heart!

Of course, in front of Zal, it was all smiles from his Momma and Big Brother. It was like they were both working overtime to make up for everything that happened, but deep down, Zal knew that nothing could ever truly erase everything he witnessed on that dreadful night. Hell, half the slum lands heard that abominable human brute howling like a ferocious BEAST, and now every time Zal steps out of the house, he’s bombarded by looks; sometimes worried, sometimes judgmental, sometimes mocking, but all eyes were always on him, silently asking the same thing, “How could you let that happen?”. Still, two weeks of complete silence from Radley was enough to ease Zal’s aching mind, and a tiny sliver of him just prayed that he found himself a new target to completely and utterly destroy.

And soon enough, Zal had almost managed to convince himself that that was the case, for a tiny reprieve of a few days, he almost thought that perhaps his tormentor had finally moved on, that in drenching his home with his potent, virile, sperm-filled monster load and degrading his family into a pair of fat-assed cum-sponges, he'd finally gotten to the point of boredom and found some new victim to relentlessly pick on, that his woes had passed and he would be freed from the years long subjugation under the almighty power of that hyper-hung embodiment of chaos and destruction that had walked into his life.

That was, until he heard the horn of the royal messenger in the slum lands one morning, his family's ears perking up as those next words rung out and tore through him like a gunshot piercing his tender heart.

"Hear ye hear ye! A decree from the Lords Frieren is issued to the residents of the Grimehallow household! By the power of this Kingdom, the persons Hetta and Zelda Grimehallow are ordered to serve as the maid and valet of lord Radley Frieren, and the seal of this Kingdom demands you perform this duty to the best of your ability."

Zal didn’t even remember how he ended up here, just bits and pieces whirred by in his loudly buzzing mind. The Royal Messenger, the looks of excitement and panic on Hetta and Zelda’s faces respectively, all of the whispers and looks from their neighbors… It was all too much, far, far too much. Zal just remembered running, he didn’t care where or how far, he just needed to get away, darting deep into the heart of the forest.

He ran and ran and ran, until stumbled on a rock, and slammed face-first down a ditch, landing right near the bank of a breathtaking, crystal blue spring. It looked like something straight out of one of his father’s fairytales. Zal didn’t know why, but he just started to pray. He pleaded to the gods, to the Goddess Bargeth, for a miracle.

“Please. Save me. Protect my family. Keep them safe.” Suddenly, Zal felt an overwhelming warm blanket his entire body. So kind, so peaceful, so comforting. It soothed the pounding in his head, as he let out a small sigh of relief.

“Fear not, my child. I will protect you.” A woman’s voice spoke in Zal’s ear, whispering like she was standing right behind him. Zal turned his head back, and finally spotted her, a radiant white faerie floating off the ground. She was just a smidge smaller than even the Halfling Lucy, but her mind-bogglingly curvy, wobbly, outrageously stacked body was even voluptuous!

 Unimaginably heavy, swollen udders, beyond fat and full with the richest, creamiest, most heavenly milk to ever grace the lips of Man, jutted out from her teeny-tiny frame, and were topped with the fattest, puffiest, oversized gray nipples Zal had ever seen! 

Her magnificently massive, marshmallowy-soft rack led the eye right down to those impossibly wide, meaty hips, a suitable base for her ridiculously double-stacked thighs and short, insanely voluptuous legs, and of course, that jaw-dropping ledge squishy, springy, clapping alabaster-white wobble-meat she was hauling around; like two monumental globes of suffocatingly fat, jiggly, doughy twerk-flesh that were more than twice the size of Zal’s head, easily able to smother a little runt like him to death! 

Despite how ludicrously luscious her hyper-curvy body was, the teensy floating faerie had the most angelic face; round and cherubic, with big, doll-like blue eyes, as dark and intense as the evening sky, a tiny, button nose, pinched and pointed high, with such irresistibly fat, pouty lips, so glossy and so pink that Zal’s mouth even started to water, and all of it framed so beautifully by her short, bouncy, snow-white curls. Floating right above her head was a small, golden crown, and a small, black, diamond-shaped charm, the Emblem of the Goddess Bargeth, was clipped into her hair. Her nearly see-through, silk-white robes swayed to and fro so elegantly, as she floated down towards Zal’s face and gently caressed the young goblin’s cheek.

“My young Zal, I understand how worried you must be, but fear not. Your family is stronger than you believe. They may stumble, but that will never be enough to break the bond you all share. I vow to watch over all of you, just as I did your father.” She spoke so confidently, so passionately, it Zal instantly lower his guard. For once, he didn’t need to worry. Now, he had someone new to look out for him…

—

After hours of talking, weeping, and praying to his Goddess, Zal returned home feeling lighter than he had in years. It was like his soul was finally lifted up out of the darkness, bathed in the warmth of the light just beyond the horizon. As he approached his home, he was greeted by three sets of worried, anxious eyes: His Momma’s, Big Brother’s, and best friend’s. Lucy Lightfoot was her, an incredibly cute, tomboyish Halfling that lived just right down the hill. She was always protecting Zal, fighting off his bullies for him and always being his “sworn sword and shield” whenever they pretended to be knights as children. That was years ago, but still Lucy looked the same as ever. Same messy ginger-red hair, held back in two unruly pigtails. Same wide, pale blue eyes, gentle and calming and brimming with compassion. Same pale, peach-and-cream complexion, speckled everywhere with dark freckles. Same teeny-tiny stature, she was the only one in all of the monster slums that was even smaller Zal was. Of course, not everything about Lucy was completely the same. Though she didn’t inherit her own mother’s colossal, creamy-white tit-shelf, the bottom-heavy Halfling did get blessed with a pair of outrageous, obscenely voluptuous hips, so beyond thick and meaty, leading down to those long, insanely juicy thighs and solid, meaty, toned legs. What Zal always immediately noticed was that ass of hers, a pale, peachy-white rump of monstrous proportions, ungodly fat, round, and bubbly, dotted all over with dark freckles that matched the ones painted across her rosy cheeks.

Zal couldn’t help but feel a twinge of happiness, knowing that all of them were worried about him, but all that disappeared the moment Lucy came up and smacked him across the back of the head.

“Where the hell have you been? Do you know how hard we were all looking for you? Don’t ever scare us like that again, Zally!” She huffed, before quickly pulling him into a big bear-hug. “Next time you need some alone time, just find me. I make great company.” She teased. Gods, Lucy was just a ray of light in Zal’s unfortunate life.

“Zally, baby, if you’re not comfortable with us working at the palace…” Hetta murmured, clearly not willing to even finish that sentence, before Zelda let out a long sigh and quickly jumped in.

“Zal, we can turn down the jobs…” Zelda was obviously lying, even he knew that turning down a direct command from the Young Lord would be impossible.

“I don’t think you should.” Lucy’s words shocked Zal, as he looked at her with big, questioning eyes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t like the way Sir Radley treats Zally, but I’m sure it’s all a misunderstanding. The Frieren Clan is one of the kindest noble families in the land. They’ve done so much good for my family, saved us when were going through our rough time… There’s no way Sir Radley can be as bad as Zally thinks. It’s got to be some kind of misunderstanding…”

“Oh my gods!”

“Another chariot?”

“It can’t be!”

“The Young Lord has returned! This must be a blessing from the gods!” The slums were in a frenzy as a gorgeous, gilded chariot, driven by two massive, purebred white stallions, quickly rolled up to the Grimehallow house. The Young Lord must’ve been here to get his answer face-to-face…

The very presence of Radley Frieren, even hidden within his royal carriage as it was dragged through the muck and dirt of the slum town by two thoroughbreds clad in gold and diamond encrusted horse-armor, every bit as muscular and rowdy as their owner with their snorts and whinnies ringing out through the air as the carriage slowly ground to a crawling halt. 

Zal could feel the telltale sensation of bone-chilling fear traveling through him at the very acknowledgment of the fact that Radley was so close, his mind awash with the memories that had so haunted him for the past weeks of the traumatic sights he was forced to behold when Radley had last been here. His face already feeling the spermy wad of thick, coagulated human nut-grease trailing across his face from wearing his horse-hung bully brute's stained and ruined briefs all through the night, hacking and coughing unconsciously as he remembered the foul, rancid taste of testosterone saturated jizz-globs that had spilled into his open mouth unwittingly, his stomach churning at the memory of going nearly a week without food as every last pot, pan and piece of cookware in the hut had been stained with the scent and taste of HIM that he was so desperately trying to forget even as his mother and sister secretly licked over the rusty iron ornaments any chance they got for just a TASTE of that addictive Aryan alpha-grease!

One glance made it clear though that Zal was far from the only one who quivered in fear at the lord's mere presence, most of the younger monsterfolk were too green to remember the horrors of the Frieren lord's outright genocide across the land that was formerly there, but the mere aura of such an overwhelmingly superior being was more than enough to have doors snapping shut and bony hands clicking shut every lock they had in store as though such a puny barrier could actually hold him back somehow!

And Zal might have followed in their footsteps...only now, he had something he had almost never felt since Yarg had so dearly departed from their earthly world, he had confidence. A meager drop of confidence that did nothing to stop him from quaking in his puny boots and imagining how his teeny greenie head could be so easily squished beneath Radley's feet if the hulking human hunk felt even the slightest annoyance listening to such a useless little welp try and voice his protests to his overpowering will...but for once he had the strength to fight the meeker instinct within him and hold his head high as the carriage door creaked open and the heavy boot of the Frieren heir hit the mud with a deafening crunch that sounded all too similar to puny Goblin bones being cracked beneath all that burly ivory muscle.

Sure, Radley might have been an obscenely huge...overwhelmingly powerful, privileged...practically unmatched swordsman with an outrageously thick, bitchbreaking shaft of massively fat monstercock...b-but even still! Radley's power, like all earthly forces, had a limit, and even someone as strong as him had to buckle beneath the might of divine intercession...r-right?

Gulping with terror and his body feeling heavy as lead, Zal, Lucy and the rest of the Grimehallow family watched as Radley rose in all his royal splendor from the carriage, his body looking all the more rugged and strong from the hard days of battle and conquest for the Kingdom that he had been away for, looking every bit like his conquering spirit was yet to be quenched as his eyes trailed across Hetta's buxom body and the outline of obscenely fat, gelatinous shelves of endlessly quaking wobble-meat on Zelda and Lucy so enormous he could see a hint of it even as they stood in front of him.

This time though, the young lord was accompanied by a presence that seemed nearly as intimidating, and yet incredibly unexpected for such a brutal, human-supremacist bigot. Beside him, at a height low enough for her head to be just about level with the base of Radley's monstrously fat seed-pods as they swung about in his haggard, blood-stained pants was another monster, bearing the deep purple skin and wild blonde locks of what could only be a yordle, though her short stature betrayed the strength she clearly had to be carrying a massive claymore twice the size of her in one arm, her clear skill in combat just as apparent as the breeding-ready curves of her body sloshing about with massive teats nearly the size of Hetta's and a wide, overgrown set of immensely round ass-spheres that stuck out like a lewd counter-weight to the overripe Juniper Melons that were her tits! As though to announce the lord's arrival even more grandiosely, her juicy ass-globes smacked against one another with the teeniest shift of her hips, the WHAP! WHAP! THWAPP~ of hypnotizingly huge Yordle ass calling out like the death knell drums that Lord Frieren employed long ago to mark his conquest of this land so long ago...

"Hetta and Zelda Grimehallow...I trust you are aware that Lord Frieren demands an answer to his request of service from you? As my lordship's sword and shield, I trust that you all will know the great honor bestowed upon you...unless Goblins truly are as unwise as it is said they are?" The Yordle spoke on Radley's behalf, the barrel-chested brute merely snickering with a suggestive smile and letting his eyes pull down to his bodyguard's own heaving purple ass-shelf, leaving her to blush hotly, coughing to herself before she demanded an answer from the family.

Somehow in the two weeks since that torrid, depraved night at the Grimehallow house, young, strapping, irresistibly sculpted Radley Frieren had become even more unimaginably massive and stunningly gorgeous since. Adorned in his royal raiments, a golden laurel wreath crowned atop his perfectly coiffed sterling silver hair, complimented by the many golden and jeweled rings gracing his mouthwateringly thick, beefy fingers, and gilded, diamond-encrusted chains and medallions hanging off his strong, sturdy neck. His sharp, angular jawline looked so perfectly carved that it could cut glass; his powerful, bulging muscles seemed so much bigger and stronger that every vascular, popping vein looked twice its normal size; the hulking, teenage Adonis, not even reaching his 18th birthday yet, even looked like he had hit a monstrous growth spurt overnight, shooting up at least half a foot out of nowhere! It TERRIFIED Zal to know that this was what humans were capable of! That a brutal, barbaric meathead like Radley could get even BIGGER than he already was! He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy shooting through his mind. He knew he would never get any bigger than he already was, destined to be completely and utterly dwarfed by the likes of cold-blooded conquerors like the Frieren bloodline.

Even with his boots and trousers still soaked in the muck and filth of battle, and his fists still sullied by the blood of his enemies, Radley like was an oasis in a scorching desert for the monstrous women of this lousy, poverty-stricken slum. A tall, radiant Aryan vision to quench their desperate thirst, while their sons and husbands locked their doors and closed their windows, for fear of what the youngest and most ruthless of the Frieren Clan might do.

Fortunately for all of them, Radley only seemed interested in making Zal squirm, and getting his two needy goblin bitches back in line. Despite her incredibly diminutive size, Poppy the Yordle, one of the recently enslaved concubines he and his men acquired as their reign of terror swept across the Northern Lands, spoke with such authority as Radley’s personal messenger. Her gargantuan curves could even give Hetta some much needed competition, as those absurdly enormous monster-milkers jutting ridiculously from her teeny-tiny chest were threatening to come bursting out of her far too-tight tube-top, and all that jaw-droppingly round, meaty, mountainous ass-fat was completely hanging out from the back of her skintight denim hot pants, bouncing and clapping and quaking so relentlessly while her gigantic, jello-y wobble-flesh devoured her flimsy little booty-shorts like a pair of tiny little panties. Even if she couldn’t see him, Poppy could still feel his dark, ravenous eyes trailing down every last inch of her obscenely voluptuous, hyper-feminine figure, while she spoke down to Zelda and Hetta with all the disdain her ferocious Aryan Master expected of her.

Hetta couldn’t speak, far too mesmerized by Radley’s gorgeously glistening chest and heavy, hulking monster bulge to even think properly. So, like a good son would, Zelda stepped up and spoke for the both of them. Even in his baggy, shapeless shirt and shorts, he could still sense Radley undressing him with his dark, predatory gaze. He blushed so deeply, his tiny heart racing against the thin walls of his budding, A-Cup chest, as he looked the intimidating blonde Yordle right in her imposing violet eyes.

“U—Unfortunately, we’re going to have to decline our Lord’s offer… I—It just wouldn’t be a good fit for our family at the moment…” Zelda stood his ground, but didn’t dare glance in Radley’s direction. He knew, one look in those spellbinding pools of gorgeous emerald green, and it would be all over. Every ounce of willpower and courage he worked up would vanish in an instant.

Even Hetta looked like she was struggling to keep her composing, squeezing tightly at Zal’s hand, while she furiously gnawed on her pillowy bottom lip. Her anxious blue eyes were solely fixed on Radley’s flawlessly shredded, sculpted, rippling abs, watching beads of drug-like sweat roll between those unimaginably beefy, bulging ridges and wishing she could scrap her tongue across every last inch until it was completely red and raw! She and Zelda were both trembling so violently, every muscle in their bodies completely spasming, while heavy, shaky breaths loudly rang from the pair of pint-sized fuck-dolls.

“You’re declining my Master’s offer? That’s… Unheard of. Nobody turns down my Master. Ever.” Poppy sounded shocked, but her face certainly didn’t give it away, remaining as emotionless as always. “Do you know how many would kill to be in your positions right now? To have a Frieren, Crown Heir to the Lordship of Rimecoast, come to this disgusting little slum and call on you personally? You’re really just going to spit in his face like this? I knew Goblins were a simple-minded race, but this? Your people must be a truly bumbling species after all, it is a wonder milord’s house spared your kind from complete annihilation beneath his boot if this is how you thank him.” Poppy’s voice was like venom, dripping with such loathing and malice that it actually startled Zelda, putting him on the verge of tears. Lucy was going to jump in and defend him, before Zal reached over and covered her mouth. The less attention she got from Radley, the better.

“I—I…” Zelda held back his tears, his trembling voice finally coming out again after a couple seconds of quiet gasping and frightened whimper. “I understand that it might seem disrespectful to the Young Lord to decline such a generous offer. My family and I are truly grateful for all he’s done for us, for taking Zal under his wing and watching over him like he has, but… T—This isn’t a decision we made lightly, I promise you. We’ve gone through a lot as a family, the death of our father being the most notable tragedy, and we simply need this time to focus on regaining some normalcy in our lives. I’m sure his Lordship will understand, given the death of his wife, Sir Radley’s mother… S—So… I—I… I—I’m so very sorry, Sir Radley… B—But we simply cannot accept your kind and generous offer this time… P—Please, don’t look down on us because of it…” Zal looked like he was going to break down and start weeping tears of joy. This was the Zelda he remembered, the kind and protective Older Brother that would give anything to keep him safe.

“You… I… What ungrateful little creatures these Goblins are… You could at least look your Lord in the eye when you’re speaking. Tell him all this yourself if you’re so bold, Goblin.”

No, no, no, no… Zal’s happiness immediately turned into full-blown panic, a terrified look filling those beady little eyes, as his hand slipped from Lucy’s mouth and reached out, grabbing at Zelda. He furiously shook his head, silently BEGGING him not to look into those enthralling green eyes. He knew what would happen if he did. Of course, Zelda couldn’t say no. He knew the consequences, he just prayed he was strong enough to resist…

He finally craned his neck up, trembling golden eyes locking onto Radley’s breathtaking stare, as the cute, aching clitty throbbing so viciously inside his oversized shorts nearly BURST on the spot! He instinctively arched his slender back, hoisting his colossal, clapping green ass-cheeks even higher in the air, while his lungs filled even deeper with the hot, pungent, mind-rotting musk hanging in the air like a muggy, humid haze!

“I—I’m so sorry, Sir…” His lusty, fuck-starved voice was dripping with such needy honey, like he was moments away from begging the overbearing, bullying Aryan brute to pin him down and fuck him senseless. “W—We have to decline your offer… I—I’m so, so, sooo sorry, Sir… P—Pleeease, forgive us… W—We still worship you… A—As we do all of the Frieren bloodline… Y—You’ve done so much for wretched monsters like us… W—We owe you everything…” He finished with a nasty, hushed moan, shaking like a leaf, as his teensy greenie clit was grinding against the rough fabric of his shorts, already leaking so much sticky, sugary, mind-numbingly sweet sissy-squirt. Still… He managed to get through it, and a sense of pride was starting to swell inside him. He stood his ground and protected Zal! Zelda just hoped Yarg was watching and smiling, pleased with the fine young man his eldest son was becoming!

"Now now Poppy, you always have struggled to have a...gentler touch, both in and outside of the battlefield, allow me to speak to them, thank you." Radley's voice boomed out, instantly drawing Poppy into obedience and nearly making Lucy nod and drop to her feet beside the young Yordle woman, her eyes glazed over in admiration even as she could tell just how inappropriate it was to fawn over the Frieren lord...but he just looked so cool with wisps of his silvery hair flowing in the wind and his dreamy eyes looking down confidently at such diminutively short monsters as them and...oh God, was that a Nemean Lion pelt he was wearing?

While Lucy was too caught up in blissfully freaking out over just how close she was to the longtime object of her absolute adoration, Radley bent down at the hip to meet Zelda face to face, lips achingly close to colliding in blissful, brain-melting passion just as they had so many weeks ago and just as the plush-lipped sissy bitch boy had been dreaming of ever since he'd left. He tried to speak, to mouth out the words of protest he could already feel ringing oh so hollow in his heart compared to the growing desire to please that enormous human hunk in every way a big burly human bull like him deserved, breaths like shivering clouds of steam pushing out from his plump cocksucking lips as Radley reached his hand out and softly clutched her by the chin, his grip warm and soft and wonderful and yet effortlessly constricting to keep his bitch nice and quiet to hear his orders and obey like a good whore.

"Now, Zelda...don't be so shy. I know I might not have shown it, but my stay here was one of the best I've ever had...would you believe that you're a much better cook than most of those prissy kitchen bitches we have in the Palace? And your mother's...talents would be of much use to us in the palace now that the war effort is starting. Be honest with me now, my dear...it's him isn't it? Little Zally? I was trying to go easy on him so he'd see how much of a help I can be to this family, but of course, he's still as ungrateful as ever." Radley said, his deep, manly voice ringing out against Zelda's ears like a hypnotizing rhythm before turning to a bitterly spat collection of hateful words the moment he mentioned Zal's name.

"Shush now dear, I know that you'll try and defend him, but think about it for a moment...is it really fair? You spend your time cooking, cleaning, slaving away for this incompetent little bottom feeder every day since your father passed and what do you get? To hear him whine and complain and prattle on worthlessly about how dejected he is and how sad he is because he can't keep up with what we do in the palace and do his goddamn job...it pains me to see you sacrifice everything you want for him, Zelda. You should choose what you want, and I already know it, I know what both of you have been craving ever since I left here last." Radley told the shivering boy beneath him, tilting Zelda's chin up and dipping down to capture her lips on his in a blissful moment of sweet, sweet release, the phat-assed, freckly-cheeked greenskin sissy's heart leaping in his chest just as his massive, hulking mass of hefty forest-green assfat clapped together against Radley's hands with a mighty "WHOP!" that even had Poppy doing a double take from her kneeling position.

Zal, as silent as he had been in the hopes that Zelda would quickly tell that brutish human bastard whose boss, had quickly seen the sudden, fiery need in Zelda's eyes the moment their lips connected that was all too familiar to him from the many nights he spent restlessly thinking back to those worshipful, adoring eyes his brother gave his bully, a faint part of him wishing that somehow he could look at him like that, too…

From the moment Zelda heard that deep, dark, utterly irresistible voice, “she” knew it was over for her. There was no way to stand up against it, the way that Radley’s heavenly lilt invaded the furthest reaches of “her” mind, making “her” cute, teensy-tiny clitty quiver and tremble and leak even more obscenely inside “her” shorts, while she witnessed the full power of his gorgeous, lustrous emerald green gaze as he stared so deep into “her” brilliant golden pools that Zelda could’ve sworn he was peering right into her very soul!

“She” couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, all “she” could do was just standing, panting, whimpering, mewling like a needy bitch every time she felt Radley’s scorching hot breath nip at “her” supple green skin. As he clutched “her” chin so firmly, but with a gentleness that made her lust-addled mind completely melt, Zelda’s soft, doughy legs felt as limp as jelly, wobbling and buckling beneath “her”, as “she” clung to every last word ringing from his supple, utterly kissable lips like it was the Celestial Gospel!

He… He complimented “her”… Nobody had ever done that before, not Zal, not Hetta, not even “her” late father. All that Zelda did for “her” family, all the sacrifices “she” made, all the blood, sweat, and tears “she” shed, none of “her” so-called loved ones ever seemed to make “her” feel as valued, as loved, as cherished as “she” was at his exact moment. It was like the entire world completely disappeared, leaving only “she” and her studly, strapping Alpha Lord behind. Zelda felt tears welling up in “her” gleaming, golden eyes, as Radley seemingly read the deepest, neediest desires buried inside “her” heart. It was terrifying how easily he understood “her”, understood what “she” needed…

And as he tilted her head up, and suddenly pulled her into a slow, sensual, mind-ruining kiss… SHE WAS HIS. She melted completely, clinging to him like a swooning, simpering maiden, pushing her pouty, glossy pink lips in deeper, hotter, needier, while the vicious “WHAP” “THWAP” “SMACK” of Radley’s brutal, blood-stained hands CRASHING down on Zelda’s hefty, homegrown shelf of wobbling twerk-fat completely bombarded Zal’s hollow, ringing mind. There was no doubt, no resistance, not even an ounce of remorse, only deep-seated, animalistic passion tearing apart Zelda’s Aryan-obsessed psyche. She pushed her fat, juicy tongue in, swirling, coiling, slurping across Radley’s mammoth-sized muscle, while viciously pillaged her piping hot, strawberry-tinged maw; dominating it just as he dominated the battlefield, all while Zelda’s soft, mewling moans simply grew louder, hotter, and even sluttier! Her agonizing greenie clit was squirting so embarrassingly, spraying out wave after wave of sticky, sugary, intensely sweet fem-slop each time Radley’s monstrous fists SMACKED and SQUISHED into her gargantuan gobbo plap-meat; her wide, childbearing hips furiously jiggling back and forth, shaking all of that hypnotizing greenie wobble-flesh to and fro like the sluttiest brothel whore, all while Master completely RAPED the sugar-soaked depths of her plush pink esophagus with that beastly human tongue of his! It was so complete, so fulfilling, so utterly and completely divine…until like with every good thing in her life, that piss-green shitstain of a brother had to butt in and ruin it…

"S-stop it! Y-you stop right now, Radley! I...I know I've always been afraid of you, but not anymore! My father always told me not to stand for human oppression, and I'm taking his advice! Y-you think just because you've got those big, massive muscles and that thick, hard, heavy...s-sword of yours that you can just push us around...well, even if you're a lord, you're no God! D-don't make me summon the Goddess Bargeth to trample over you and your soldiers just like she did to force your father out of our land years ago!" Zal spoke up, his voice cracking more than a thin sheet of glass being smacked with the face of a hammer as he felt the wet, needy sounds of his bully's tough, manly tongue invading every inch of Zelda's sloppy throat while he groped and palmed and THWACKED! his heavy human hands against all the soft, doughy gobbo poundmeat his palms could sample.

A bitter look of annoyance that instantly shut the teeny greeny boy up and made him regret even thinking of those words arose on Radley's face as he ceased his greedy makeout session with the cockthirsty gobbo-slut in his arms, lips pulling free from Zelda's lips with a wet, slimy SCHLLLLRPPPPP~ that clearly showed how desperately she tried to suck him back in with her greedy whore tongue.

"...Bargeth? Heh, oi Zally, I knew you didn't have much going on in that puny greenie skull of yers, but you can't tell me you got your own people's history that wrong, can ya? I dunno if you're lying or not, but even if you ain't...well, sorry to tell you, but Bargeth can't do shit. You signed a deal with a Goddess with a vow against violence. But hey, tell you what, if your old lady Bargeth really does get me to change my ways by tomorrow, I won't have you come on tomorrow's hunting trip with me...and trust me, it's gonna be a good, long, hard one...might even need to bring Zelda here with us as our personal cook...of course, you don't mind watching the tent at night so I can keep your dear older SISTER here safe, would you?" Radley laughed wickedly back at the pathetic goblin boy, a gathering crowd chuckling with laughter as the village elders balked at how foolish the boy was to invoke the name of Bargeth against the esteemed Frieren lord, the raving madmen of the town screaming to themselves that their sole protector would now be forever lost, while countless accusatory fingers and mocking laughs were pointed straight at poor little Zally…

For a moment, as Radley’s tongue tore from the squeezing, suckling, slurping grip of Zelda’s needy, juicy gullet, she couldn’t help but feel an immense RAGE seeping through her mind; RAGE at Zal for trying to ruin this monumental moment for her; RAGE for all the years she’s wasted coddling him; RAGE… RAGE… RAGE! All it took to finally get her blood to stop boiling, was listening to the dreaminess of Radley’s glorious voice. It soothed her in a way that no drug or liquor ever could. Even as the growing crowds surrounding their meager wooden hut started pointing and laughing at poor, pathetic Zal, all Zelda could manage to do was plant needy, starving kisses on her Lord’s precious lips.

So, like any worthwhile best friend would, Lucy stepped up to Zal’s defense. The plucky ginger Halfling trotted right up to the hulking teenage Alpha Adonis with a stern look on her face, but a doe-like, worshipping look in her big, beautiful blue eyes. Her voice was trembling, shaky and breathless, as it left her seductively plump, pouty lips, as she resisted the overwhelming urge to start singing her immense praises over the studly, impossibly powerful young Lord and his many, many, MANY heroic feats!

“L—Lord Radley… I—I… U—Ummmm…” Gods, why was she getting so tongue-tied? This was so embarrassing! Lucy’s freckled cheeks began burning with a scorching-hot redness, as her mouthwateringly doughy, curvaceous body was shaking with complete and utter terror. “I—I know Zal can be a little dense, I mean, sometimes he’s a total blockhead… B—But he’s a really good person, I swear it. I—I don’t know why he’s always acting so mean to you, but it’s really just a testament to how benevolent you are that you’ll let a mere monster like him talk to you like that ♥” Wasn’t she supposed to be defending him? “O—Oh… I—I mean… It’s not right to badmouth a person’s Goddess like that, you know? I—I’m sure this Bargeth really does care about Zal and the rest of the Goblins, right? I—I would love to meet her too someday… U—Ummm… But don’t think I’m criticizing you or anything, Lord Radley! I—I wouldn’t dream of it! You’re far more intelligent and worldly than a little Halfling like me… A—And your bloodline’s been blessed by the Goddess of War and Conquest Belldandy! I—It’s where the Frieren men get their immense strength and vigor from, right? So blessed and highly favored, it’s no wonder you’ve nearly captured every acre of territory in the Northern Lands!” Lucy just babbled, prattling on and on and on, before Zelda finally gave her dainty hand a firm squeeze, getting to stop and take a breath before she makes herself pass out.

“M—Master, this is Lucy Lightfoot. I believe you know of her family? Your father gave her parents work after a string of bad luck put them in massive debt.” Zelda explained, while Lucy nodded meekly.

"Lightfoot, huh? That old Halfling family that came to my father's house some 5, 6 years back? Oh I know you, your mother is quite popular back in the Palace...from the look of you, it seems like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Radley complimented her, a lusty smirk on those wet, spit-slobbered lips of his as he looked down at her like a predator slobbering over fresh prey, the peaks of her teeny b-cup tits standing stiff and hard as diamonds for him to watch with her huge, heaving halfling cheeks unconsciously smacking together as she bounced on the balls of her feet and watched his enormous cockbulge tense against his shorts...w-was that because he was looking at her?

"Well now Zal, I find it quite funny how you're surrounded by such good company and have no good sense of your own. Lucy...why don't you come to our sword trials in the palace next week? Its usually not open to your kind but...I get the feeling that a woman like you knows how to handle a heavy sword, no? You'd be such a great asset to the Frieren lineage from what I can tell, a young, vibrant little thing like you would be a huge morale boost for our soldiers in the war effort..." Radley told the young halfling, her cheeks raging hot as she tried to brush off his compliments all while Zal stood bewildered and utterly astounded...

No...it was happening again, all over again...and now with Lucy too, all of them fawning over him, falling for his flattery like puppets under a string, their soft dainty hands clamoring against all that thick, beefy human muscle while the eyes of the whole village were cast down on him, judging him, looking at him like he was some sort of leper!

He could feel his mind splintering like he was losing all sense of self and sanity, hyperventilating as he caught his mother leaping in to pile on praises to sir Radley, encouraging Lucy to sign up for tryouts where she would no doubt be utterly defiled by his bully's hulking human pussy-splitter before he even had a chance to tell her how he felt...no...no...

"No! Y-you're lying, aren't you! You have to be! T-there's no way that my father would lie to me about something like that. I swear on everything, Bargeth is real and she'll punish you for being such a disgusting, awful, human tyrant! Just you wait and see..." Zal started, only to be stopped immediately the moment he felt himself knocked to the ground, restrained by Poppy's powerful tree-trunk thighs squeezing down on either side of his head and nearly making it pop like a watermelon being crushed from how engorged and breathless he was.

"...You really never learn, do you? I'll tell you what, since your momma and your sister here don't seem to mind getting hired as my palace aids, I'm gonna take them with me while you stay here and pick up some of the slack for them for once in your miserable little life, and when tomorrow comes, I want you outside the palace gates ready for our three day hunting trip, and if Bargeth comes just once in that time and gets me to stop, you can take your family and I'll never step foot in this sorry little slum again. But if I win...your family get to be personally employed servants to my family for life. You'd like that, wouldn't you little greenie bitches?" Radley asserted, firmly voicing his demands before punctuating his words with a heavy, booming SMACK! to two gigantic hills of enormous forest-green cheek-meat on both Hetta and Zelda's gravid, round derrieres that had them mewling into his sides like the pair of teeny heifer whores they were!

Zelda felt like a trespasser in her own body, like she was seeing everything going on from an outside perspective. She could hear the immense pain in her brother’s voice. She could hear the loathing and malice dripping from Radley’s throaty roar. She could hear it all, but still… She couldn’t do a thing to stop it. All she could do was cling to these massive white muscles, mewling like the neediest little fuck-doll, while the belligerent teenage bully that loomed over every last creature in their ratty little slum berated her baby brother with such glee. Even as Radley’s pint-sized Yordle bodyguard was busy crushing his skull between the monstrous might of her jiggly, yet shockingly solid thunder-thighs, Zal wouldn’t, no he COULDN’T give in. He grit his teeth, struggling to stay conscious, while clawing furiously at those huge, doughy purple legs completely cutting off his air supply. Even while his annoyingly handsome tormentor was practically spitting in his face, using his own goddess’ name in vain, Zal would never relent. Radley was a liar, every fiber in his being believed that. Bargeth, merciful goddess and benevolent protector, she would prove Zal right in the end. Even now, he prayed, silently, to his teeny-tiny deity, wishing for her strength and mercy right at this very moment.

Of course, for a cruel and ruthless heathen like Radley, mercy was a concept only the weak relied on. He had the blood of conquerers coursing through his veins, and he wouldn’t rest until this pitiful little cretin suffocating before him understand that wholeheartedly.

He spoke down to Zal’s family like they were his pets, the sizzling heat of his open palm CRASHING down on those hefty green globes of unimaginably soft, springy cheek-meat ringing out out like bullets, while he branded them both with a big, bright, blistering handprint they’d be trotting around with for days. Zelda knew it was utterly disgraceful, but every time he called them “bitches”, she could feel her trembling, pin-prick clitty absolutely erupt with sweet, sticky jism. Gods no, fight it, Zal wanted to beg, but not a single word was coming out thanks to these damned monster-thighs locked around his windpipe! Hetta was chomping at the bit to see the Lord’s palace, but Zelda was hesitant… Fighting with the little devil on her shoulder until finally…

“M—Master… Please… Tell her to stop hurting Zal…” Zelda spoke up for her baby brother. 

“L—Lucy, you can look after Zal while we’re away, can’t you?”

“H—Huh? O—Oh! Of course I can, Zelda, you don’t even have to worry about him!” Lucy chirped, finally snapping back to reality, getting up close and personal with the Yordle warrior to tear her off Zal!

Zelda walked right up to Zal, helping him up onto his feet, as an anxious smile curled across her plump, pillowy lips. “You’re a man now, Zally. You have to be strong, for all of us. Master… I—I mean, Sir Radley is a… Challenge that you’ll just have to overcome. Who knows, maybe you’ll prove him wrong, right? Hehe…” Zelda’s words might’ve been reassuring, but her eyes told a completely different story. Filled with apathy, she could hardly look him in the eye for more than a second, before her head dropped down to the ground. Zal had seen this look before, in the eyes of the human ruffians that watched Radley terrorize him day in and day out. It said “what a miserable little creature. Wouldn’t it just be better for you to learn your place?”. He expected it from humans, to underestimate Goblin strength and resilience, but from Zelda? It broke Zal, wounded him in a way that no broken bone or cracked skull could ever do.

Zal watched silently, eyes empty and mouth falling open, as Radley sauntered back over to his gilded chariot, Poppy shooting daggers with her eyes at the meddling Halfling and the disgusting greenie worm cowering by her side, while Hetta and Zelda climbed inside and claimed their rightful places atop Radley’s enormous legs; straddling his tree-trunk thighs, Hetta’s fat, glossy lips instantly smashed against the overbearing bruiser’s, while those fearsome white hands sunk viciously into those monster-sized mounds of jiggly, jello-y, emerald-green ass-fat. His Momma, like always, didn’t even glance in his direction, didn’t even wave goodbye, but Zelda… She gave her baby brother one last fleeting look, mustering up a weak smile, before Radley’s irresistible lips mauled hers. The brutal Aryan Alpha tongue-rammed her pretty pink gullet like an absolute beast, CLOBBERING her gargantuan gobbo twerk-shelf so hard that even the glass on the windows was shaking from the ungodly force! Hetta had already dropped down to her knees, doing gods know what just beyond Zal’s view, while the teensy Yordle bitch joined her. All Zal could make out was a sickening “SCCCHHHLLLUUURRRPPP” assaulting his ears, before the giant white stallions finally headed off in the direction of the palace…

Zal just stood there, seemingly catatonic, for hours… When he finally realized where he was, the sun had long since set… Lucy was gone… His family was gone… All he had was himself…