Monster MILFs love Human Bullies!-Chapter 1 (Patreon)

The life of a Goblin was a hard one. Hunted, despised, loathed, and treated like second-class citizens, it was a brutal experience for male Goblins that dared to enter into Mankind’s world. Zal knew this firsthand, beaten and belittled his entire life for his cursed green skin and monstrous appearance. It made him angry, made his blood boil, but what could he do? Deep down inside, Zal knew he was weak, destined to a life being pushed around by bigger, stronger, meaner humans, but he just couldn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it. At least, that’s what he told himself before seeing Radley every single day…

If humanity was chockfull of vicious, bigoted white-walkers, then Sir Radley Frieren was like the Apex Predator. Son to Lord Frieren, ruler of the Lordship of Rimecoast, Radley was different from the other nobles Zal has had the displeasure of encountering. He wasn’t just one of the snobby, spoiled, silver-spoon brats that turned their nose up at wretched creatures like Zal, no, he took great, painstaking pleasure in making sure Zal fully understood his rotten lot in life. A truly cruel, violent, black-hearted beast, hiding his true nature behind that annoyingly flawless face. The women of Rimecoast simply adored the strapping, 16-year-old lothario; even non-human females, women whose peoples have been enslaved or slaughtered at the hands of the Frieren lineage, melted into a puddle when that sexy, swaggering, silver-haired Adonis breezed through the village. Zal hated to admit it, but in front of anything with a pussy, Radley Frieren could be downright charming, but with muscles that massive and a bitch-breaking monster cock of infamous proportions, how could he not be? Men, however, knew Radley’s true face, the rumor mill constantly churning out sordid tales of his latest exploits.

“Sir Radley’s stolen another man’s wife, you know.”

“Sir Radley was caught fucking a royal dignitary at the Champions’ Banquet.”

“Sir Radley knocked up another bar wench. What’s that, the 10th one this week?”

“I heard, when the father caught Sir Radley with his daughter, he beat the old man half to death and fucked the girl over his unconscious body!”

On and on the stories went, each one sending Rimecoast’s men into a panic. Were their wives and daughters next? If they somehow displeased the Crown Heir, would they come to find their families bred like mindless sows? It turned men, proud, stubborn, red-blooded men, into spineless, shuffling sycophants whenever the young tyrant was near. They knew if they just stayed off his radar, then they might be safe…

But that simply wasn’t possible for Zal. Radley told him long ago that he was “special”, a perfect punching bag to test all of his hard-fought training on. Day and night, Zal hauls himself off to the Lord’s Estate, and when he’s not shoveling shit from the horses’ stalls, or cleaning the filth from Sir Radley’s shower drain, he’s getting the stuffing knocked out of him during the musclebound bruiser’s sparring practice. He’s totally lost count of how many bones he’s broken, how many times he’s been left for dead, but what he can remember is that sick, twisted grin drawn across Radley’s face every time he cries out in pure agony…

And tonight, like every night, was no exception. Zal, half-conscious, bruises piled high on top of one another all over his rail-thin body, hauled himself up off the blood-soaked floor of Radley’s training quarters. His wrist was snapped so bad that even a twitch sent him into convulsions. Breathing was damn near impossible with how many broken ribs he had. And seeing… Well, let’s just say that his eyes were so swollen that he’d be lucky to see a week from now. All in all, this was a lighter beating than usual, seems Sir Radley wasn’t in the mood to go all-out today…

Somehow Zal found the strength to move, and hobbled himself back to the village… Momma would be off soon, and he needed to walk her home, needed to keep her safe… Hetta Grimehallow was the polar opposite of her depressed downer son. “Luck” was her star sign, as she always said, and she never let life get her down. She was plucky, happy-go-lucky, and always had a smile on her face. Humans appreciated that, especially the type that came down to the Lusty Devi’sl Tavern, where she was their most popular bar wench!

Hetta was always highly requested, men couldn’t get enough of the ditzy little greenie. She was “special”, a hardworking goblin, not like those no-good thieving bastards always take, take, taking! Hetta was one of the good ones, a good little gobbo, which is why she always came home stuffed with tips!

It was yet another raucous night, shanties being sung by bards, while human ruffians hooted at all the pretty little barmaids carrying heavy mugs of mead and fresh-hot food. Of course, all eyes were on Zal the moment he entered. The bar had a strict policy, “NO GREENIE MALES ALLOWED! ONLY GREEN-SKINNED BITCHES MAY ENTER.”, and he could feel all their icy glares shooting daggers at him. They snickered and sucked their teeth as they watched the bloodied little emerald monster limp to the counter.

“I—I’m looking for Hetta…? H—Her… S—Shit… Shift is almost up, right?” He asked the barkeep, struggling to keep himself upright. The snotty, pudge-ball of a tavern owner rolled his eyes, letting out a long, exasperated sigh.

“You’ve got a lot of guts comin’ in here, kid. Tonight of all nights, heh. She’s in the private suite with a ‘special’ guest. Go and take a look for yourself.” He chuckled, wiping down his glass and watching that pitiful little loser stumble off to find his poor, sweet Momma…

The closer he got to the suite, the more he could pick up on a peculiar scent wafting through the air… It smelled so familiar… He only realized what it was when he got to the door. It was an odor that sent terror surging through his body. As he twisted the knob and stepped inside, he found his beloved Momma… And his brutal bully.

Hetta was half-naked (not that she wasn’t constantly spilling out of her too-tight cocktail dress), her skintight, curve-squeezing red-leather dress was hiked up, letting all that ridiculously round, jello-y green ass-fat just hang out; mouthwatering globes of heavy, hulking, beyond meaty twerk-flesh clapping mindless to and fro, waves of darkly-freckled jiggle-meat rippling back and forth like ocean waves, while she was planted square on that impossibly muscled, menacing stud’s enormous lap. He had a huge, frosty mug of mead sat down on her colossal, insanely soft, springy ass-cheek, using it like it was a goddamn coaster, while his huge pale hand was rummaging between the supple, squishy, overgrown valley of her bright green cleavage; tugging down on the top of her dress, letting more and more perfectly perky, meaty, suffocatingly fat titty-meat come spilling out, unveiling her huge, puffy, forest-green nipples one by one, as he forced wads of cash between her monster-sized udders, giving each one the firmest, meanest squeeze they’ve ever had! Hetta’s cute, round face was beet-red, as she sat perfectly still, just as Sir Radley had commanded. She couldn’t risk spilling a single drop of that delicious mead after all.

Meanwhile, a shirtless, sweaty, gorgeously glistening Radley, drinking his fill and copping a feel of those spellbinding sow-tits, craned his neck, letting those intimidating, emerald green eyes fall on the scary-looking, blood-soaked cretin that just interrupted all his fun.

“W—WHAT IN THE GODS’ NAME IS GOING ON HERE?! MOMMA? WHY ARE YOU WITH HIM?” Zal screamed, all that pain overtaken by deep-seated rage.

“SHHH! Quiet down, Zally! I’m with a client!” Hetta scolded, only noticing how bad her son looked for what seemed like a split second, before turning her attention right back onto the shirtless young royal pressed against her. She looked so meek, blushing like a young maiden, pouting those perfectly fat, pillowy lips, while playing with a strand of her sleek, silky blonde hair.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry about all this, Young Lord. I—I hope this doesn’t reflect poorly on our establishment here! Zally, quit being a pest and apologize to the Young Lord!”

“ME? APOLOGIZE TO HIM? MOMMA! LOOK AT ME! SEE WHAT HE DID TO ME? THAT BRUTE! HE… HE…”

“ZALLY! THAT’S ENOUGH!” Hetta screamed. Zal was taken aback, he’d never heard her raise her voice before… “I know you’re always getting in scraps because you’re mouthy and moody, but blaming it on the Young Lord? That’s a new low, my little gobby. I mean, you’re older than Sir Radley too, little Zally. He’s just a boy, and you’re nearly a man. Do you really expect me to believe a noble would hurt you? I’m sure it was some other little street urchin. You’re always makin’ up stories, Zally. Please, it’s time to just grow up…” Hetta sounded so exhausted, wagging her finger and shaking her head like she was just at her wits’ end, but why did it look so wrong, feel so wrong, with Radley’s hand still down her dress?

“Young Lord, I promise, he’s a good gobbo, just like me. We aren’t one of the bad ones. He’s just a little sensitive, that’s all. Don’t take what he says to heart, okay? I know a big, strong, courageous knight like you wouldn’t dare pick on someone so small and frail like my Zally. You’re a true hero, all you knights are ♥” Hetta chirped with the biggest smile, beaming from ear to ear, while her big ol’ bouncy ass-cheeks clapped in rapturous applause.

Radley Frieren was a man who's titles ran as deep and as long as the river styx itself! The Troll Trampler of the North, The Iron-bodied huntsman, The hero of Orc's bane valley, he had as many names as he did strong, turgid, taut muscle fibers pulsing and rippling across his entire body with a vitality that could only have been blessed by the war God Ixtar himself, if not spawned by an incarnation of such a divine figure himself. But for all the names that he could be called by all manner of his admirers and enemies (or, more accurately put, his victims) , but the one thing no one could even think to call a man like him was unnoticeable.

Every single aspect of the heir to Frieren's presence spoke to a single overwhelming word that seemed to embody his very being and somehow be felt from his very body, EXCESS. Everything about him was simply more, so, so much more than any man under the banner of his family's war flag had, or even could hope to be, he had more sturdy muscles and stronger, thicker bones than even the hardiest of palace guards employed by the wealthiest royal houses of the land, such that he could sling the toughest of thoroughbred horses over his shoulders like they were mere sacks of potatoes in his beefy, barrel sized arms. He had more wealth than any in the land could even think to do with, such that he often seemed to intentionally make a point to burn through as much as he possibly could on lavish parties and indulgences that only seemed to somehow turn into his favor.

And most importantly, and perhaps most unfairly of all, the heir to Frieren was more powerful than any man, beast or wimpy greenskin welp to the north of the Kingdom! And with some of the rumors that were sprouting these days, it seemed like in a short while from now, the elder lord of Rimecoast would soon set his sights on exalting his family to an even greater height and leaving them the highest rulers over the entire land! And if being so obscenely powerful and endowed with privilege wasn't enough in and of itself, Radley seemed to bear a cruel, sadistic desire to put that power to test as much as he possibly could, but merely displaying his absolute supremacy over land, servants and rivals alike would do nothing to satisfy the ego of a man like him....no, Radley was nothing if not a man of theatrics, he had an eye for weakness like he could sniff out that which stood opposed to his brutal, almighty strength, as though his very being was designed to chase after such weaklings and eradicate them for daring to exist in the sight of their superior.

Zal, in his time of foolish naivete when he actually believed in such stories, had heard tales all across the land of the kindness and generosity of the lord of Rimecoast and his strong, heroic son, most of all from the ever so obsessed Lucy Lightfoot, who collected tall tales of the family and their every good deed like Gold coins by a greedy merchant dabbling in shady business with unpleasant characters of all sorts, and once he was old enough to strike out a living, with his kindly elder brother Zelda steeped in housework that he took on while Hetta was working in that awful tavern, he was eager to seek out a wage and board with the young Frieren, hoping that in time, perhaps even he could hold a distinguished position of his own. He hated how his mother always told them to slave away at the hands of those big, mean, thuggish human bullies who pushed him around and treated his own mother like some amusing toy, cracking their big, brutal hands all over her soft green wobble-meat and filling his dreams with the sounds of her girlish, empty headed giggles as her tits WHOPPED! with heavy human palms smacking against them while her ass WHAPPED! in the same deadly, awe-inspiring tune of human sexual sadism...but despite that, Zal had never been opposed to working hard, he'd always looked up to his father, dearest elder Yarg, the oldest and most respected Goblin to walk this village long before it had become an outpost for the Frieren family and their depraved human family, who had sold everything he had of his modest farm to have their family keep the home he had built for them with his own two hands.

It didn't please him to think he was working for the same family that had wrestled his father's life from his dying arms and left him with the mere fading childhood memories of Yarg...but perhaps Radley would be different from his father as the rumors whispered by milkmaids across the village all said! He was sure that in time, if he could put their differences aside and see Radley for who he truly was, then the young Frieren could do the same...and they could even be friends if time could heal all wounds as the old saying went...

But almost the very same day he was first employed, Zal had been exposed to the true face hidden behind the brick-jawed, Golden-tanned, silver-haired beauty that covered the surface of Radley's true being. Radley was like a predator in all the worst ways, every day coming up with new ways to undermine Zal and shatter his ego while keeping him just motivated enough to crawl back to the palace to be beat on and dragged through the mud like the puny Greenskin shit shoveler he was. There was a sick, awful joy that permeated the devilishly handsome grin he held on his face each time he left a new giant, aching bruise on Zal's head, a huge, shiny black eye that took weeks to heal, or even a broken bone that had him limping back from time to time like a wounded animal in need of a nurse's aid.

The worst days, however, were the ones where Radley didn't seem to do anything. Where he merely watched and snorted and laughed, as though the very existence of those inferior Goblins in his employ was a jester's show being put on for him, but each time, the fear that prickled through Zal's body was almost worse than the pain he inflicted when he was outright treating the poor Goblin boy to a firm volley of punches in the corner of his castle. Every time Radley took a "break" from ceaselessly torturing poor Zal, he would come back with a new heart-sinking method to break him in body and spirit, from using him as bait in one of his hunting trips and tossing him into the wilderness to be chased by rabid Bear-wolves and Goose-Foxes like an animal, to making him read out the love letters he'd received from all manner of princesses and wealthy Baron's daughters begging for his hand in marriage, or simply another night with his awe inspiring monstercock plundering their inner folds like no other man could...before whipping his green skin read each time he stumbled over the fancy words and ill understood expressions those stuck up nobles saw fit to use all the time, reminding him that no woman would EVER deign to show such affection to a greenie like him even if he could cast Cupid's love spell upon their maiden hearts!

Today had been the first day Radley had been back home after a week-long sword tournament in the frosted valleys of Hearth's mountain, one which, of course, he had won with ease. Bringing back the enchanted sword of Sylbira and proclaiming himself the youngest ever to hold the title of crimson bladesman, Zal had been waiting with an almost expectant feeling, wondering morbidly what cruelty that Radley had planned for such an epic victory this time, it was somewhat anti-climactic to merely be taken out back and tossed around like a foolish plaything as he was used to, but he was much relieved to think he would be getting off with merely that much...

Though now, as he watched the wicked smile rising on the hulking, Ivory-skinned conqueror of a man's face glimmering down upon him while his mother chastised him for daring to speak out against such a distinguished lord, he already knew exactly what his tormentor had in mind, and he was sure it would be the most awful humiliation he had faced yet.

With an echoing crash of the wooden mug hitting the floor, clearly brought about by Radley's groping hands on Hetta's meaty hills of giant, jiggling jumbo assmeat wickedly tossing together an avalanche of bouncy emerald bootyflesh together, Radley's mead had spilled to the floor with a suddenness that made the entire room shift to silence in expectation of his response, his very presence shifting the air as he seemed to snort like a bull with red hot rage that made Zal's tiny legs tremble and his hands quiver and shake with awe at the sheer strength the human before him exerted merely by showcasing his wrath before he finally lashed out with a wide swing of those thick arms of his, making Zal duck instinctively before he found that that move was clearly not meant for him, instead launching straight into the massive valley of Hetta's Gargantuan green cheeks and EXPLODING with an echoing KRAK~~!!! that shivered through every inch of the goddamn tavern and nearly the entire village itself as Radley pulled Hetta back like a goddamn ragdoll and snorted roughly like a minotaur with his thick hands being utterly SWALLOWED by the absurd size of her huge, juicy ass.

"GODDAMN IT! Just look what you fucking did, you little Greenskin wench! You keep going on and on about how you're one of the good ones in your useless fucking race, but you can't even hold up some damn mead with these big phat fucking asscheeks you have! By the Gods, are you a Goblin or a goddamn COW??! Maybe I should just take my next drink out of those big fat udders instead, huh? I'm drunker than a sea mad sailor right now, maybe some titmilk from one of you greenie whores will be a good hangover cure eh? Maybe then I'll consider letting your stupid son off with a warning this time, even though the little bitch shouldn't be here in the first place..." Radley bellowed out, his strong voice every bit as mean and assertive as Zal remembered it, fighting not to let his weak bladder betray his wishes and piss through the haggard rags Radley had made of his pants as he tried and failed to say something, ANYTHING to defend his mother, falling short as his survival instinct won out against his altruism, left powerless to do anything but watch as his mother was groped and talked down to like some streetwalking whore! God, what would his father think if he could see this…

‘FINALLY!’ Zal thought to himself, resisting the overwhelming to let the satisfied smile threatening to breach his expressionless face manifest. Finally, Hetta could see what a cruel and barbaric brute the esteemed Young Lord truly was. After that drunken, bigoted tirade, surely she could understand all of the pain and suffering her precious baby boy has endured at the hands of that pale-white monster. Unfortunately for the ever-unlucky Grimehallow, all Hetta could do was whimper, whine, and look up at the inebriated teenage behemoth with a wide-eyed, pleading look on her face, as the searing-hot “THWAP” of his rough, calloused hands CRASHING down on those darkly-freckled globes of mammoth-sized ass-fat tore throughout every square inch of the tavern. “KRAK” “CRASH” “SMACK”, each brutalizing WRAP of his monstrous white hands sent those gelatinous mounds emerald-green twerk-flesh rippling even more wildly, bouncing and clapping and colliding violently faster and harder, while an utterly spellbound look filled her incredibly cute round face. Her fat, slobbering tongue came lolling desperately out of her steaming hot maw, as she arched her back as hard as she could, and TWERKED those doughy, dimply, outrageously heavy ass-cheeks like her life depended on it; ungodly fat, MILF-y green-skin jiggle-meat jumping ferociously to and fro, while Radley’s beast-sized paws sunk into that hulking tub of Goblin-booty like the hungry Predator he was, kneading and squeezing until every last inch of flesh was covered in dark-red, blistering hot handprints.

The more Hetta wobbled and twerked, the harder her jumbo-sized milk-kegs, gigantic, cream-filled udders just BEGGING to be milked dry, leapt out of her too-tight dress, grinding passionately back and forth across Radley’s gorgeously glistening chest. She gnawed starvingly on her pouty bottom lip, as she slowly nodded her head at the Young Lord’s unreasonable request. It was the least she could do, feeding him her delectable Mother’s Milk. After all, she was disrespectful enough to spill his drink! She should’ve behaved herself and been a proper coaster for such a highly valued client! Her sweet Zal, and beloved Yarg, they just didn’t understand what it took to be accepted. Sacrifices needed to be made if monsters like them wanted to live in Man’s world.

Hetta’s cheeks filled with a scarlet-red heat, while her insanely fat, swollen nipples were already leaking such sweet, creamy tit-milk at an alarming rate. “I—I’m so deeply sorry, my Young Lord! It’s my fault for being so useless! I can’t believed I’ve caused you such an inconvenience!” Hetta said, like she was a Priestess confessing her sins in the sanctity of the Church.

“P—Please, Young Lord, let me take you back to my home so you can we can help you sober up! It’s the least we can do! I’ll bathe you, feed you, and put you to sleep so you’re right as rain in the morning! Oh by the Gods, please allow me to make up for my mistake! Please, grace our home with your noble presence, my Young Lord!” Hetta’s every desperate plea punctuated by another wet, meaty “THWAP”, as her colossal green ass-cheeks clapped even harder in excitement! Suddenly, the terrifyingly pungent aroma of hot, mind-melting Alpha musk was slowly being mixed with another sweeter, sugarier fragrance… The scent of a bitch in heat, as Momma’s monstrously thick thighs were being soaked in a shimmery sheen of her own depraved juices.

“M—Momma… Please… Don’t do this.” Zal whispered like a prayer, shaking so hard in anxious terror that it looked like he was having a seizure.

“I have to, Zally. The Young Lord’s family has done so much for monsters like us. We have to repay all of their kindness somehow.” Kindness… The same “kindness” that took his father away from him, the same “kindness” that’s left him beaten to a pulp more times than he can count, the same “kindness” that had his own mother twerking and slobbering like a brothel whore desperate for her last gold coin. “Kindness”, if this was kind, he didn’t even want to fathom what cruelty really was.

My little Zally used to love nursing on my breasts, hehe… Although, he might’ve been suckling on my teat a bit longer than most babies do… We gobbos have the best breast milk around, that’s why we make for the best wet-nurses! I’m sure you’ll be savoring every last drop, just like my tiny green Zally ♥”

"Didn't ask to hear you take me on a trip down memory lane, you gobbo bitch. But I guess I appreciate the offer. It's unbecoming of a noble to stay in some ramshackle hut with a bunch of greenskins...but since you seem so desperate to offer your apologies, it would only be kind of me to accept." Radley remarked, smiling with a grin that might as well have been the devil's himself from how it made Zal's poor heart shake and tremble with unrestrained fear before he reclined in his seat, idly fanning himself and acting much more drunk than he could possibly be...Zal had seen the man down entire barrels of Giant's mead and mow down hordes of soldiers in training mere seconds afterwards, the mere thought that the mugs of bitter tavern brew he had gulped down had him anywhere near his limit was simply laughable, but unfortunately, Radley was right to think goblin's were...less learned than most if Hetta was to be representative of their race's intellectual talents.

"Hmph...not surprising you remember so much about breastfeeding your kid here, that little greenskin is such a baby I wouldn't be shocked if he was suckling on these teats just this morning! Too bad for him I don't like sharing my meals, maybe weaning off mommy's milk will help him grow up and quit being such a damn crybaby." Radley spat out viciously, openly mocking the puny goblin male to his own mother's face while she could do naught but mewl and nod and jiggle her outrageous curves in those big, strong human hands. Radley was a titan of size and strength even compared to other humans, but next to Hetta? He made that teeny bundle of fuckable flesh and curvy green assmeat look like a doll in his presence, and she certainly felt like one as his heavy hand encircled the jiggly curve of her slightly pudgy midsection and plucked her off the floor like she weighed nothing at all.

The already straining cloth of Hetta's dress was pulled dangerously taut with but a single finger as sir Radley pushed his digit between the hulking mountains of massive emerald titmeat bouncing tremendously from her chest, the awe inspiring impressions of her jugs leaping free in a single tug of his wrist that left them hanging over his smiling face, stiff nipples standing hard as the prized diamond carved hunting blades of the Frieren weapons hall and spitting out thick arcs of milky white, sugary stud-feed that saturated the air in a sickeningly sweet scent to match the muggy scent of Radley's sweat stained, shirtless body stinking up the private room.

"GODDAMN! You were one lucky fucking kid, weren't you, Zal? How the hell did you end up such a wimpy little weakling when your mother had you sucking on a pair of baby feeders like this, huh?! Your mom's got tits fatter than a Holstaur's and she's probably got more milk than one, too! This'll definitely do to get me over how drunk you got me with the shitty mead in this place...but don't think that's enough! I'm definitely gonna need a nice place to sleep before I pass out, so getting me a bed in your house is the least you can do, even if its a shitty greenskin hut..." He went on, his tongue slipping out to tenderly trace the huge, saucer sized areolas of Hetta's ripe, bouncy breasts, one hand digging tightly against her cleavage and making her whine and groan under the lewd assault of his wandering hands.

Zal couldn’t help but blush at the sight of his Momma’s bare breasts bouncing so obscenely. It wasn’t unusual for Hetta to traipse around the hut naked while preforming chores, but this? The sight of those mammoth-sized emerald-green udders jumping back and forth in front of Radley’s face, stiff, oversized nipples growing harder and fatter from sheer excitement, as the irresistibly sweet, strawberry-tinged scent of his Momma’s steaming hot cunt-slop bombarded Zal’s overstimulated senses. This was nothing like when Zal used to nurse from his Momma’s teat, no, this was all too lewd. He could see it from the look on her face, that dazed, pleading look, her shimmering blue eyes narrowing so desperately on Radley’s irresistible lips, watching as his tongue trace over her huge, puffy forest-green areolas. Hetta was enjoying this far, far too much. Every hot, steamy breath from Radley made her own breathing hitch, as hushed, needy begging spilled from the outlandishly voluptuous Goblin MILF’s insanely plump, pouty lips. She gasped so deep, a stunned, shocked moan escaping from the platinum blonde bar wench, as Radley’s big, brutal fist dug into the unimaginably fat meatiness of her gargantuan green tit; crushing the monstrously massive, swollen milk-keg harder and meaner, cupping underneath and squishing his sausage-sized fingers into all that mind-bogglingly spongy teat-flesh, darkening Hetta’s deep green skin with sore, aching bruises all over. Each CRUSHING grope made those gigantic, milk-stuffed udders of hers furiously gush with sweet, creamy Mother’s Milk, spurting out all over Radley’s flawless face and chiseled frame, as Hetta’s affectionate eyes bulged mindlessly out of her delicate skull.

“O—Oh My Gods ♥♥♥” She snarled like a sex-starved succubus, as every vicious deluge from her painfully swollen monster-tits only made her breasts and nipples even more insanely sensitive. All the stupid, slobbering Goblin slut could do was grunt in painful delight each time Radley milked her like a cow, but she couldn’t be fully satisfied until wrapped his hungry lips around her humongous, over-stuffed teat and nursed from her like a newborn!

“D—Drink! I—I mean, please, drink up, my Young Lord! H—Have a taste a least! B—Best not to let it all go to waste, right? P—Pleeease, Young Lord, I know you’ll just love it!” Hetta begged, all while feeling that infamous slab of cunt-ruining noble cock swelling violently beneath her!

"Bitch! Don't you dare give me an order! Monster sluts like you are meant to listen and obey their superiors. If I wanna suck these fat, milky cow tits you got jiggling on this tiny fucking whore body you've been strutting around like a goddamn prostitute!" Radley spat out, his voice tinted with a venomous tone as his vile, misogynistic rantings cut through poor Zal like a knife. What was he doing staying rooted in place like that! Yarg had always taught him how a real man, Goblin, Human, or whatever else, could only call themselves a man if they could protect what was theirs withe everything they had. Even against the vicious onslaught of the Elder Frieren demanding the slum lands of the lesser races, he had stood as tall as his meager little legs could carry him and held defiant to their human overlords as a man should, and yet here was his son, looking like he would be blown away like a leaf in an autumn wind just from the sheer bellowing might of Radley's epic, thunderous voice...

He knew his inaction was shameful, his silence deafening, his heart pounding away in his ears as he heard the voice of his father stabbing into him like a molten spear of disappointment, echoing with the weight of his shameful inadequacy until an even greater, more harrowing sound took over.

A wet, sticky SCHLRPPP~ followed by the resounding GULPS that Zal had long since familiarized himself with from years spent watching Radley feast on fine mead and freshly hunted game as he kicked him around like a dog meant to clean up the spilled scraps of food that lined the dirty floor...with his tongue, and the image that awaited him only made it all the more horrifying. Radley, with the mighty size of his huge, heavy hands, which looked bigger than a bear-wolf's skull crushing palms, had SQUEEZED TOGETHER BOTH TITANIC ORBS OF MOUTHWATERING MILK JUGS TOGETHER AND LATCHED HIS FAT, TOUGH, SPIT-SLATHERED TONGUE OVER THEM WHILE SMOOCHING HIS LIPS OVER ALL THAT BOUNCY BREASTMEAT AND DRINKING EVERY COPIOUS SHOT OF STUD-FEEDING MILK FROM HER MAMMARIES!

The excess flow of her enormous bimbo baby feeders was so copious that even Radley couldn't manage to swallow all of it, the thinnest trickle of milky white Gobbo goodness running down his chin and the graceful bulge of his adams apple, across the sculpted bulk of his chest, and the firm, rippling mass of his abs that seemed carved from a steel that would make the greatest forgemen of the dwarven smithing tribes. If anything, his insane, indomitable physique only seemed to grow more impressive, his massive tree trunk legs enlarging and thickening until they burst through his meager mercenary wear and leaving mere tattered streaks of cloth that his angry, drooling cocktip could be seen right through, surging and bucking like it had a mind of its own and looking nearly as tall as Zally himself!

He had no idea how his mother's milk had somehow endowed this...this behemoth of a man with an even greater strength and power to his awesomely carved, musclebound figure than it once did, but it clearly had, and as Radley finally approached sucking those milky teats dry and pulled his mouth away with a wet, lewd POP! and a smug, satisfied grin gracing his chiseled jawline. "Shit! With milk that good you should be serving this instead of that Mare's piss the barkeep calls mead! By the Gods...from now on, I'm gonna need a shipment of every last drop of all that sweet gobbo milk you're pumping out, you fat-titted cowslut, and that means no more letting wimpy little Zal slurp up the stuff anymore, I don't need my drinks being painted by the stench of that rotten mouth of his...and besides, your kid hasn't been doing nearly as good a job shoveling manure as he ought to be! Consider this offer I'm giving you a way to make sure he keeps earning a wage despite how little work he does! Though, maybe you can't blame him with those tiny Goblin twig arms of his..." Radley remarked, shocked at the delectable sweetness of the Goblin matron's milk even as he went on rudely groping at her sensual curves and treating her like a piece of meat!

The sound of his deep, mesmerizing voice crashed throughout every nook and corner of the meager, swill-serving tavern like the sound of crashing thunder. Never, ever in her life had a “man” (if you could even call the underwhelming specimens she surrounded herself with true men at all) raised his voice at her. Her beloved Yarg, her betrothed, the one who claimed her virginity on their wedding night and brought her two precious green bundles of joy, was too soft-spoken for that. Too gentle. ‘TOO WEAK’, a sinister voice rang in the deepest, darkest recesses of Hetta’s dazed and delirious mind. Radley, however, was quite literally the polar opposite. His deep, vicious baritone voice was almost always loud, commanding, and forceful. It was larger-than-life, and left any woman who heard it purring like a starving sex-kitten… Hetta included. All she could do, as he spat ferociously in her needy, slobbering face, was desperately shake her head. She couldn’t even speak, her mind bombarded by overwhelming, mind-ruining pleasure.

Her heart-shaped eyes sunk into the back of her skull, as Radley, with the unimaginable force of a Ox-Lion, SQUISHED all of her jiggly, gelatinous green teat-flesh together into one monstrously meaty heap, and latched his ravenous lips around BOTH of her fat, puffy, achingly stiff nipples! Even poor, pathetic Zally had to marvel at how his oversized maw devoured his Momma’s massive, meaty areolas completely, engulfing over HALF of her gargantuan emerald teats like a ferocious beast relishing in the sweet taste of his helpless prey. His Momma was nothing but a babbling, mewling mess, drooling like a braindead whore, tongue spilling out of her steaming hot mouth, while the thickest, creamiest stream of sweet, sugary, caramel-tinged breastmilk lathered Radley’s leathery gullet. Those gigantic, endlessly swollen udders could feed an entire village worth of hungry babies, packed to the brim so much rich, potent nutrients and protein that it was almost like divine intervention that Zal and Zelda turned out the way they did. As Zal watched whatever semblance of his gentle, absent-minded ditz of a Momma completely vanish right before his eyes. Now, she was nothing more a mindless, mooing cow, that got off on getting MILKED by her big white master. Radley’s throat bobbed faster and faster, as more and more sweet, creamy liquid ambrosia washed down his throat and filled his starving belly. He milked, and milked, AND MILKED, covering Hetta’s incredibly sore udders with dark, wet bites and big, bruised fingerprints all over, as his muscles expanded and his physique SURGED even more monstrously in size!

Even as her gargantuan green milk-kegs grew empty, Hetta still groaned and whined like a submissive little cum-dump just begging to be deflowered, as Radley finally tore his milky-white lips away from her extremely sensitive monster-tits. What made the whole ordeal utterly excruciating for the miserable, sludge-green whelp cowering in the corner, wasn’t the half-lidded, pouty-lipped look permanently etched across his Momma’s face. It wasn’t how many times she seemed to shudder and shake, letting out another fragrant surge of messy pussy-slop all over Radley’s shredded pants. And it certainly wasn’t how much her whole body seemed to undulated underneath him, grinding mercilessly back and forth, fat freckly mountain of ass-meat wobbling to and fro, as she mashed her puffy, agonizing pussy against that terrifyingly thick, womb-bludgeoning bat tearing apart what’s left of his pants at the seams. No, it was giddy, damn-near ECSTATIC grin on her dumb little face when Radley admitted just how delectable her Mother’s Milk truly was!

“T—Thank you, My Lord ♥♥♥ Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” She yelped, gasping for air and practically on the verge of joyful tears, while his fearsome white hands, the rugged, rough fists of a conquering Aryan warrior, groped, squeezed, and kneaded her doughy emerald curves all over; SMACKING, CLAPPING, WRAPPING, AND MASHING THAT MEATY, BUBBLY, MARSHMALLOWY-SOFT FUCK-SOW LIKE SHE WAS HIS OWN PERSONAL PLAYTHING!

Zal, completely emotionally spent, finally looked away as his Momma’s pretty pink tongue darted across Radley’s perfect lips. “SCHLICK” “SCHLURP” “SLOPPP”, nothing but the purest of tongue-filled nastiness for her Young Lord, followed up by the sweetest, sugariest “Mmmmm…” from the brainless, blithering monster fuck-sleeve, as she slurped all over his lips, chin, neck, and cheeks, cleaning up any remnants of milk she could until his immaculate face was glistening like an oil painting.

“Z—Zally?” Hetta finally deigned to acknowledge her son again, her eyes still spinning and her tongue still flopping out across her chin. “Be my good little greenie and carry Master Radley’s things, pleeease? You’ll need to start mending our Young Lord’s clothes as soon as possible, if you want to be done by morning!” She said so matter-of-factly, but Zal couldn’t help but notice the slightest look of pity sitting behind her BWC-obsessed expression.

“Oh, Master, I promise, I won’t feed anybody but you a single drop. This milk belongs to you, and you alone ♥♥♥ Gods… My legs… They’re like lead… I don’t think I can walk all the way home, Master…” Hetta said with big, wide, pleading eyes. “Pretty pleeease, My Lord, do me the honor of carrying me back home? I can feed you even more milk on the way back! I promise, I’ll wait on your hand and foot when we get back, just like a monstrous little greenie like me should!” The bosomy blonde gobby-bimbo begged like it was her dying wish, all while Radley’s trousers was reduced to nothing more than a tattered loincloth; letting that steel-hard, searing hot white rod saw back and forth between the mind-melting squishiness of Hetta’s ridiculously round, meaty, mammoth-sized ass-globes.

“I’ll scrub the greenie, monster filth off every last inch of your flawless young body until my hands are raw, My Lord. I promise. Me and my boys are the good ones, and I’ll prove it to you, I know I will ♥♥♥”

"Heh, your mom here did a hell of a good job giving me a fine drink, even if her stupid gobbo brain had her spilling my mead here, she's more than earned a good carry back to your little monster hut. Oh, there's a bunch of coin-sacks in one of those bags that I got from the tournament...normally I'd just keep them all, but the palace treasury has been getting quite full so...I suppose I could toss you little greenskins one bag, consider it a tip, thank your mother for having such delicious milk in these huge wobbly cow-teats of hers. But if I find a single coin more than that gone, I'll crush your tiny bones into fairy dust one by one...one for each little coin you stole from me with those thieving peasant hands of yours." Radley proudly declared, his declaration of his charity being met with even more swooning calls of praise and devoted worship from Hetta's fat, slobbery whore lips as she hung suspended in the air in the mighty hold of only one of Radley's huge, hulking arms.

Empowered by the strengthening nutrients of Hetta's borderline magical milk brimming in his veins, Radley barely even grunted as he piled up a huge wad of luggage tossed to the corner of the private room that had to be nearly three times Zal's size, and without the slightest care, recklessly tossed it down upon Zal's poor, tiny, malnourished frame, his bony spine and weak, dainty little neck dangerously close to snapping from the sudden weight placed upon him as his knobby knees shook and shivered and he panted like a little bitch at a weight Radley could fling around effortlessly in his sleep.

"Ay, hurry the fuck up, Greenie. We don't got all day. Your mom's got her huge fucking whore tits and massive ass making it hard on her to walk, I know you're a shitty servant, but you could at least try to be a half good son and show us the way to your place so she doesn't have to. It's the least you can do when I have to carry her giant jiggly monster curves around, not like I can trust some weakling who can't even go through basic sword training to know how to carry a lady." Radley spat down at him, his words echoing and pounding about in Zal's mind as the poor goblin boy nearly toppled over entirely at the force of a kick to his behind that left him stumbling out of the door, subjected to the jeering laughs of the tavern's human customers who watched eagerly as his legs slowly picked up a steady pace crawling across the floor on the verge of snapping underneath that weight.

Their laughs were quickly silenced as Radley and Hetta soon followed, the air consumed by an all consuming scent that was twice as bad for Zal with his meager height making him that much closer to the source of the REEKING CLOUD OF HEAVY, MUGGY BALL STENCH THAT WAFTED OFF FROM BENEATH THE TINY LOINCLOTH ON RADLEY'S LOWER HALF, HIS FAT NUTS SUPERCHARGED WITH AN EVEN MORE VIRILE LOAD COURTESY OF THE NUTRIENTS IN HETTA'S STUD-FEEDING MILK SWELLING HIS BALLS WITH A THICK, PROTEIN PACKED SURGE OF HEAVY, MONSTER-TAMING BALL GRUEL THAT HETTA'S SENSITIVE GOBBO NOSE COULD DAMN NEAR SMELL THROUGH HIS SKIN!

Radley carried Hetta specifically to maximize her embarrassment and destroy any sense of shamelessness she might have had left as he paraded her in front of her customers, envious gazes filling their bright red faces as he snorted and grunted like an Ox-Bull in heat, intentionally lengthening his journey across the tavern as though to send a clear message to every inferior male, human and goblin alike, as to one thing and one thing alone.

Hetta GrimeHallow was the heir of Frieren's new personal slut, and anyone who had a problem with that would have to take it up with the nearly 7 foot teen warrior stud prowling across the tavern hall and risk falling to his mighty sword.

“A WHOLE bag of gold coins! Isn’t that just wonderful, Zally! Isn’t our Young Lord just so incredibly generous! Ah, aren’t we sooo lucky that monstrous little greenies like us can be in the presence of such a gorgeous, inspiring man!” Hetta giggled so sweetly, licking at her young master’s perfect lips, while he stood and hoisted her ridiculously meaty body up like it was as light as a feather. She dangled in the air, straddling Radley’s mammoth-sized, pussy-pummeling fuck-spire, as she eagerly gyrated her wide, matronly hips and ground all that emerald-green pussy-meat back and forth across that long, hard, throbbing symbol of Aryan Supremacy. The colossal pillar of cunt-colonizing human cock was coiled tightly by huge, bloated veins fatter than Zal’s spindly little fingers, each pumping more blood down to the steel-hard Aryan colossus than what was pumping through the pathetic, puny green shit-stain’s entire body. The harder it twitched and pulsed, the faster Hetta mindlessly raked her entire fat, squishy, endlessly gushing pussy back and forth against it; sweet, steaming hot strawberry-flavored cunny-slop spilling all over the floor, and forming a massive trail that followed Radley’s feet everywhere they go.

Poor Zal thought his back was finally going to snap, as he lumbered forward like an overworked pack mule, grunting in agony, as his rail-thin frame nearly collapsed beneath the incredible weight of all of Radley’s luggage. Perhaps it was a blessing though, that his neck was pinned down by all that weight that he couldn’t even look up from the floor as he walked. Now, he couldn’t see all those smug human faces as he stumbled through the tavern, couldn’t see who was laughing and jeering at him. In a way, Radley was saving him the embarrassment!… Oh Gods, now he was starting to sound just like his Momma!

But all the laughter finally stopped once they caught a whiff of the mind-rotting, womb-ruining, brain-breaking stud-musk emanating from the outlandishly massive, musclebound behemoth trailing behind the puny little greenie-slave. Radley’s stench reeked more than that of 20 “men” combined, an odor so foul, so pungent, so strangely addictive, that it left every fat-teated whore and fat-assed sissy within the tavern gasping, grunting, and leaking so messily. “Men”, however, were quite petrified, shaking with terror like they just encountered a Poltergeist. Their eyes followed Radley, darting between the gargantuan teenage slab of Frieren virility, and the emerald-green fuck-sow mashing her greedy goblin cunt back and forth across it like a bitch in heat; arching her back, swinging her heavy, homegrown dumptruck ass and those Elephant-Rhino sized baby-feeders to and fro, as she laced her arms tightly around her young, underaged Master’s strong neck and GROUND her pussy against his noble cock until it was RAW, RED, AND AGONIZINGLY SWOLLEN.

“THWAP” “CLAP” “SMACK”, every wobble and bounce of her ungodly fat, spongy-soft ass-fat filled every nook and cranny of the musk-filled tavern with the obscenely wet sounds of desperately needy twerking, before every single whore in earshot started following Hetta’s lead; arching their backs and clapping their round, heavy, hulking ass-cheeks like braindead strippers, filling Radley’s ears with a rapturous applause and feeding his mammoth-sized ego even more.

Zal came crashing into the tavern door, holding the heavy, solid oak open, while Radley took his sweet time finally leaving the tavern. The studly Aryan conquerer personally stopped each time Hetta needed another sloppy, tongue-raping kiss, tossing Zal a look filled with arrogance and contempt every time he was mercilessly abusing his Momma’s greedy gullet. Once he finally reached the door, every pale white inch of Radley’s unfathomably gorgeous face was slathered in an inch-thick sheen of Hetta’s bubblegum pink lipstick, his lips caked in more of the glossy, sticky makeup than her own, as the Goblin MILF’s sloppy, sugary drool was dripping down his strong chin and all over his humongous, boulder-like pecs.

And somehow, his musk seemed to get even stronger once they got outside, forming a sweltering hot, muggy haze that engulfed the surrounding area. Each breath Hetta took only made her pussy squirt even more whorishly, the voluptuous green fuck-doll gushing with so much goddamn sweetness that Radley’s glistening pale behemoth and heavy-set sack of jizz-gurgling nuts were left completely and utterly SOAKED, and just glistened so stunningly beneath the moonlight.

While Radley had somewhat let up in his incessant showboating once they had passed the tavern, he was all too eager to continue putting on a lewd display of Hetta's monstrously meaty curves jiggling to and fro in her whorish work attire, his stomps rumbling through the entire land of Rimecoast with a thunderous echo so heavy that maids would tell the tale of how every predator within the huntsman's forest had been scared off all at once in a single night, acknowledging the might of an unrivaled apex predator in their vicinity and avoiding him as best as they could on the mere chance they might incur his wrath.

A small parade had formed around him as his presence was made abundantly clear, his hands tugging at Hetta's bundled up dress in all the wrong places with the most half assed attempts to make his wandering hands seem like mere mistaken gropes from a drunken human brute (despite how he never seemed to stumble once even as Zal fought with his entire life with the knowledge that a single misstep could mean death for him), until her "dress" had been reduced to little more than a star spangled tube wrapped tight around her fluffy midsection, her copiously curvy body jiggling and wobbling endlessly as Radley's rock hard cock ground into the soaked outer edges of her pussy and bounced against her thick ass and ripe cuntflesh with a resounding WHAP on every step he took.

Zal could feel his insignificance as he gave a meager thought to asking for help from Radley, looking up to find his mother utterly smitten with the thuggish human conqueror treating her like a piece of Hen-Rabbit meat laid in front of a starving carnivore. As though he couldn't get more brazen in his imposing, overwhelming assertion of his desire to seed and breed the goblin bitch in front of him, Radley mustered a weak groan that was clearly faked, his legs "stumbling" forth before he just barely caught himself and SMACKED HIS HUGE, BEEFY HANDS INTO THE INSANELY HUGE, MARSHMALLOW SOFT MOUNDS OF EMERALD GREEN BOOTY FLESH BOUNCING OUT FROM HETTA'S REAR AND SUNK HIS FINGERS INTO THEM FOR GOOD MEASURE, HIS HOT, HEAVY BREATH PUSHING CLOSE TO HER ENRAPTURED FACE AS HE ROSE AND GROWLED LIKE AN ANIMAL WITH HIS MASSIVE MANHOOD PULSING AND PUSHING IN BETWEEN ALL OF THAT SUGARY SWEET GREENIE PUSSYMEAT~

"Shit greenie! Could you move any damn slower? Your mom here damn near ended up falling cause of how much you've been making me walk around here like I'm some stupid ass dryad on a pilgrimage or something. Good thing your mom has this massive shelf of sweaty assmeat to hold onto so I could keep her safe, isn't it? Now be a good little monster wimp and hurry the fuck up!" Radley chastised Zal, his anger and ferocious bullying might coming out with a force he'd never seen before as his next kick to the poor goblin's bottom was dangerously close to striking the teeny grapes that were his nuts as his back hitched dangerously close to making a fatal cracking noise at the movement.

"W-we're close, sire. J-just a few more paces to the...the boonietown...you know, where all of us monsters had to move into when the village was cleared to make room for a town square for h-humans..." Zal remarked, grossly ashamed of himself as he thought of the position he was in. God, he was older than this massive human giant of a man, and yet here he was getting pushed around and treated like some unruly servant being punished by a spoiled noble. His heart ached, not only for himself, but for every Goblin and lesser race deemed unfit to be treated equal by these brutal human overlords who deigned to act like Gods in their presence...but all he could do for now was grit his teeth and make sly, passive aggressive remarks to the young Frieren, dragging his feet as his stamina inched closer and closer to expiring by the minute, hoping that Zelda would be able to rebuff this brute and talk some sense into their mother like he always did, the reliable older brother he was…

It was a marvel how even the cool night air seemed to sizzle against Radley’s skin, like the powerful, mind-rotting musk wafting off his monumental, magnificently muscled physique formed a dome around himself and the surrounding area. Despite how chilly it was, Hetta and Radley’s bodies were simply caked in sweat, dripping obscenely off her glimmering emerald-green curves, while Radley’s rock-hard monster cock pummeled between her sloppy, drenched ass-cheeks, pumping back and forth with the speed and power of a ferocious Bull-Bear. All Hetta could do was twerk even harder, wobbling those colossal, creamy-soft hips and gigantic, jello-y globes of greenie ass-fat as hard as she possibly could, all while Radley’s fearsome fingers dug even more fiercely into the gelatinous shelf of MILF-y, monster-sized clap-flesh the pint-sized fuck-doll was hauling around! Zal shuddered as he heard his Momma’s desperate, pleading whimpers punctuated with animalistic grunts and vicious “SMACK”’s from the towering Aryan bruiser looming over him like a dark, twisted shadow.

“H—He’s sooo lazy sometimes, isn’t he Master? Such a bad little greenie! Y—You’re so lucky our Young Lord is sooo generous, Zally! So kind and benevolent! Oh Gods ♥♥♥” She squeaked, letting loose another sticky, syrupy surge of mind-numbingly sweet pussy-slop, all while she mewled like a slobbering little slut-sleeve! “Pretty pleeease, smack it harder, Master! Oh Gods, I want to feel big, dark bruises throbbing all over my skin! All this fat, wobbly gobby-ass is all yours, so pleeease, beat it up however you like ♥♥♥” She whispered, just loud enough for poor Zally to hear, as the vicious, blistering “THWAP”’s crashing down on her homegrown tub of glistering green twerk-meat grew even more unhinged! Even as Radley’s foot came CRASHING into Zally’s backside, beating it until it was black and blue, he didn’t dare ease up on that jiggling, marshmallowy mountain of green jelly he’d grown so obsessed with.

Finally, after stumbling through the dark, dilapidated dirt roads of the monster slums, Zal saw the warm lights of his family’s meager hut. It certainly paled in comparison to even the smallest cottages in human settlements, but the Grimehallows put a lot of work into making it a proper home. A part of him couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the sweet-scented Bluebells Zelda planted outside, or the bright red door Hetta painstakingly painted right after they moved in. It brought back memories of simpler, happier times. Of course, all those pleasant memories would soon be replaced with the sickening stench of Radley’s brutish musk. Zal knew no matter how hard he tried, he would never get such a foul odor out of their walls.

“Zelda ♥♥♥ Sweetie, come on out and greet our guest! Don’t be rude like your little baby brother now, hehe…” Hetta chirped, as a flurry of outrageously meaty “CLAP’S” suddenly flooded Radley’s ears, while the sound of dainty footsteps came rushing up to the front door. The eldest of Hetta’s twins, Zelda, certainly took more after his Momma than his spindly-limbed brother did. Nothing about the wide-eyed, pouty-lipped, ample-assed slam-piece was even remotely thin, except for that slim, curvy waist and slender, dainty neck. That Elephant-Rhino sized shelf of the squishiest, meatiest, wobbliest emerald ass-fat could even give Hetta’s big ol’ monster-ass a run for its money! So insanely plump, pillowy, and perfectly perky that poor Zelda was reduced to wearing nothing but the tightest, skimpiest booty-shorts and leggings. Even now, his budding little breasts, so soft and supple, were wrapped up in a thin white crop top, with his puffy, swollen nipples poking so stiffly through the fabric. And his gargantuan-sized heap of a ridiculously fat, round, doughy ass was spilling out of a pair of black booty-shorts, cheek-meat and jiggly thigh-fat just hanging out, while his dimply, meaty, monstrously thick thighs were all squeezed into a pair of sheer white stockings. Zelda’s brilliant golden eyes grew as wide as a Fox-Deer’s, as he shamelessly gawked at the frighteningly fat piece of cunt-skewering monster cock staring him right in the face, before even daring to gaze deep into Sir Radley’s piercing, jewel-toned stare. He blushed so deep, nervously stroking his long, silky, jet-black hair, while gnawing on his plump, puffy pink bottom lip (so obviously caked in lots and lots of glossy, sticky lipstick).

“M—Momma…? W—What is Sir Radley doing here?” Zelda’s soft, girly voice trembled, as an excited grin curled across his Momma’s lips.

“He’ll be spending the night with us, sweetheart! Isn’t that incredible? How lucky are we, huh?” Zelda looked stunned, glancing over at his obviously battered brother with those soft, sympathetic eyes, before letting out a quiet sigh. He couldn’t dare say no, not unless he wanted to incur the wrath of the Troll-Trampler of the North. For Zal’s sake, he needed to be… Pleasant.

“A—Alright then… It’s very nice to finally meet you, Sir Radley. Zal has told me a lot about you...” Zelda couldn’t help the tinge of venom that lined his words as he spoke up to the crass and cruel human bully towering over him. “Please, come in and make yourself at home. I was just about done making supper.”

“Good boy! Isn’t my Zelda just so sweet, Master? He’s so grown up, nothing like my little Zally here, hehe! He takes after his Momma, doesn’t he?” Hetta giggled, drawing the teenage brute in for another tongue-rapng kiss, letting Radley spit right in her face, as she slurped up every last morsel of slobber as it came dribbling down the bridge of her nose.

“Z—Zally, go and draw a bath for Master, and make sure it’s extra hot! Master, why don’t Zelda and I get the rest of these tattered clothes off you, huh? Gods, a big strong human stud like you shouldn’t ever have to lift a finger, right? Monstrous greenies like us should be doing all the work, hehe! Mmmpphmmm ♥♥♥ Gods your scent is already seeping everywhere too! It’s like a blessing from the Gods themselves, isn’t it boys? Hehe, Zelda, let’s go into the living room, pleeease! We need to prepare Master for his bath ♥♥♥”

Zelda could feel the oppressive might of Radley's eyes trailing up and down over his body, taking in every last inch of overgrown, deliciously fuckable curves packed into the pint-sized frame of the "man" before him, almost not even noticing the meager, thimble sized impression of the quivering green bitch's laughable excuse of a cock. The overflowing femininity radiating off the eldest "son" of the Grimehallow household knocked every prissy princess and spoiled heiress the Frieren lord had ruined with his burly white breeding club of a cock look as unsexy as a snail-mouse in the face of Zelda's tailor made fuckdoll body!

Radley already remembered the simpering sissy bitch from the few times he'd met him before, how "he" meekly tried to defend his brother in the face of the overwhelming might of the towering human bull hunk more than twice his height and easily even more incomparable to Zal in the sheer weight of thick, manly bully bulk that he so easily used to put twiggy Goblin cunts in their place.

He'd been content to let Zelda off with a harsh, reddened spank on the outrageous shelf of massively meaty Goblin boi-booty jutting out from behind him for him to remember him by, but now, with the potent potion of Hetta's milk making his already astounding libido flare up with an insatiable strength that would put a minotaur in heat to shame, he couldn't ignore the fragrant scent wafting off his newest target as the teeny Goblin bitch bit his soft, puffy bottom lip with a look of shame, fear, and pure unfiltered lust raging in his golden eyes. Zelda was giving off a scent that could only be that of a bitch in heat, and when confronted with such a call, it was only in his nature for a prime stud like Radley's balls to swell and heave with an even FATTER, THICKER LOAD OF HOT, NASTY HUMAN BULLY BALL-SLUDGE THAT HETTA AND HER SONS COULD PRACTICALLY HEAR AS HE SNORTED LIKE THE BOAR-BULL IN HEAT HE WAS, BEARING NO SHAME AS HE CLAPPED HIS GREEDY HANDS AGAINST BOTH ZELDA AND HETTA'S ASTOUNDINGLY HUGE MOUNDS OF MEATY MONSTER BOOTY-FLESH AND PULLED THEM INTO EITHER SIDE OF HIM TO LEAD HIM TO THE LIVING ROOM!

"Heh, would you look at that? Aren't you little Zal's big brother? You're just as fucking tiny as he is...maybe Goblin's just get huge, hulking whore asscheeks the older they get, cause just fucking look at this! Yours might be even bigger than your mother's and she's packing more meat in her giant green cheeks than some fully grown Deer-Rabbits I've hunted! But at least you got some fucking manners unlike your little brother here, he's been real rude for someone hosting a lord's son, so I'd recommend you really pull out all the stops here if you don't want me to get real upset with you slum folk..." Radley declared, the casual nature of his statement only making it all the more deafening in Zal's ears as he quivered and shook with rage. It was all too clear what he was implying, the very same fate that his father had worked so desperately to spare them from, being harassed and violently tossed from their homes and left out in the cold winter frost among the untamed animals of the wilderness was a fate many inhuman species had suffered at the hands of the Frieren lineage, and he had no doubt that Radley would eagerly issue the same orders if he was even the slightest bit displeased with his service at the hands of the lesser races he saw as tools to use and abuse…

"Hey Greenie! The fuck did I just tell you, huh! Didn't your momma here already tell you to run me my goddamn bath!? Why don't you get going already so I can get myself acquainted with this place...surprisingly, your house isn't as shitty as I thought it'd be, who knows, maybe if your mom and sister...I mean...brother here can show me some damn good hospitality, I might change my mind about you monster freaks." Radley spat out harshly, drawing Zal out of his vengeful fantasies right as a thick wad of spit hurled out from the human hunk's perfectly kissable lips landed right on his face, stinging his eye and making him wince with pain as he scrambled away in a hurry.

"S-sorry sire! I'll get right on it, I swear I'll prepare you the best bath you've ever had!" He yelled back, hating himself for submitting so easily to the overwhelming force of this human brute, but remembering his father's sacrifice for their home, he knew better than to risk it being destroyed by upsetting the lord, and chose to meekly accept his fate as he shuffled away and hoped beyond all hopes that he could finish in time for Radley not to torment his family much more than he already had...

That wish already seemed to have fallen on deaf ears, as the OVERWHELMING STENCH OF BEEFY, BACKED UP BULLY BALLSWEAT AND RANCID HUMAN MUSK PERFUMING THE AIR ALREADY HAD BOTH ZELDA AND HETTA IN A DAZE, THEIR HANDS IDLY TRACING ALONG THE MUSCLEBOUND RIDGES OF RADLEY'S ADONIS-LIKE BODY AS HE RECLINED ON THE COUCH WITH LEGS SPREAD WIDE AND HIS HUGE, HEAVING MAST OF 18 INCH IVORY COCKMEAT JUTTING FREE IN THE OPEN AIR THROUGH HIS TINY LOINCLOTH AS THEY "UNDRESSED" HIM! His grin was wide and mischievous as he felt their soft, dainty palms reaching into what was left of his pants to palm his greasy, sweat-soaked alpha cock and mind-numbingly huge breeder balls while gasping in awe at how easily and totally his virility outclassed any Goblin male they'd known.

"Oi, Zelda. Don't you know any manners! Didn't you see how your momma there was gulping down my fucking spit like it was pure ambrosia earlier? Didn't you know that's a custom human greeting amongst us noble folk? Usually I'd just cut my losses if anyone dared forget something so important...but hey, I like you enough to give you a chance, so if you pucker those fat juicy lips for a thick fucking spit wad, I might just forgive you for being so forgetful." He declared, bearing a smile as wide and toothy as a kitsune's grin as his thick, meaty palm clapped down onto the emerald sea of gargantuanly phat, quaking cheekmeat the Goblin sissy sported in a lewd show of untamed lust that made Zelda's quivering clit-cock sputter and shake needily in the presence of such overpowering masculinity.

Oh gods… Why couldn’t Zelda stop taking greedy, desperate whiffs of the powerfully pungent, mind-rotting Alpha musk seeping into corner and crevice of their family’s tiny, rundown hut. Why couldn’t he stop licking his supple, pouty lips, fluttering his wide, doe-like eyes and big, fluffy lashes, or letting out such quiet, needy gasps? He got like this every time he caught a glimpse of the musclebound Young Lord, turned into a mindless, mewling shell of his former self, just desperate to be treated like the piece of fat-assed, emerald-green sissy-pussy he knew he was deep down inside. It terrified poor Zelda just how much his body reacted to Radley’s overbearing presence, how foggy his mind got and how hard his cute, trembling clitty ached whenever he heard that deep, dark, malice-tinged voice of his. His incredibly cute, slender face darkened so deeply with humiliation, as he felt his plump, puffy fag-pussy start to spasm and drool, leaking with such sweet, fragrant cunny-slop that trickled down the contours of his meaty, mammoth-sized thighs. Momma always told him that it was perfectly naturally for “boys like him” to get a little wet like he did, but for Zelda, it was just yet another sign that he would never, ever be considered a “real” man. Not by his mother, not by the villagers, and certainly not by the overgrown brute stinking up his home. He just wanted to go hide out and cry, as his hot, wet pussy just leaked more and more, absolutely soaking up the back of his skintight, ass-hugging booty-shorts.

“SMACK” Zelda couldn’t even register the pain at first, but then that searing heat rang out across the vast expanse of his ridiculously round, gelatinous ass-cheeks, as deep, animal-like groans escaped from him and his Momma’s slobbery pink lips. Their backs arched and those fat, wobbling green wagons they were hauling around jiggled, clapped, and bounced frantically, all while that mind-numbingly hot and foul human musk permanently seared into their lungs and brains. Dazed and delirious, Zelda suddenly found himself planted right beside his mother on Radley’s oversized lap. The studly, silver-haired teen Adonis claimed their flimsy little couch as his own private throne, muscles stretched and body splayed out in a casual display of his unrivaled perfection; every last inch flexed, and carved, and chiseled so immaculately, just glistening and reeking with sweat and musk that it almost looked unreal up-close. Zelda couldn’t help but drool, literally drool, as slobber trickled down his chin right onto Radley’s mouthwateringly sculpted chest.

“I—I’m so sorry my little baby brother has been so mean to you, Sir Radley. I—I’m sure he didn’t mean it, Zally just doesn’t know any better. Mother and I will treat you just right, I promise ♥ So, pleeease, don’t take it out on the monsters. They’re all good little creatures, I promise they are.” Zelda pleaded, as his own hands, so soft, small, and incredibly dainty, started to betray him. They moved like they had a mind of their very own, traveling up and down Radley’s powerful, oversized chest, worshipping his huge, hulking shoulders, his massive, musclebound pecs, his enormous, cannon-like arms, and his meticulously carved and cut six-pack abs. Fuuuccckkk… It was like worshipping a God ♥ He just couldn’t fathom a mere mortal looking this incredible. His clitty and pussy were both leaking like crazy, while the heavy, wet “PLAP” “PLAP” “PLAP” of he and his mother’s clapping and colliding ass-shelves filled Radley’s keen ears like an obscene melody. The air was just so thick and heavy with Radley’s brain-breaking stench, it was hard to breathe without feeling all woozy and delirious. He and his Momma’s delicate hands traveled further and further south Radley’s flawless physique, eventually reaching the slut-ruining, whore-wrecking, bitch-breaking white colossus jutting out between his gargantuan legs like a thick, veiny white flagpole. Gods. It. Was. So. Fucking. HUGE ♥♥♥ Hetta didn’t even stop to think (not like she could) before wrapping both hands around the underaged pillar of teenage breeding beef, spitting and slobbering all over it, as she pumped back and forth, real slow and sensual.

“Go on, Zel. Reach out and just grab it! Don’t you want to treat our special guest right?” Hetta chirped with a playful grin, watching as Zelda’s trembling hands eventually squeezed the giant, hulking behemoth, while hers went down to give his heavy, grapefruit-sized nuts a firm and greedy grope! She giggled when she noticed the heart-shaped swell of Zelda’s bright, golden eyes, as he stared so intently at the fatly-veined battering ram twitching and pulsing so hard in his hands; already leaking such a thick, gooey slurry of bubbling hot pre-sludge all over Zelda’s tight, pumping fists, as he resisted the overwhelming urge to shove his cum-caked fingers right down his throat and slurp up every last morsel of heavy, human pre-jizz off them! Mother and “son” both “Ooo”’d and “Awww”’d their brains out, pumping faster, squeezing harder, and twerking even more feverishly, all while Zal was in the other room getting Radley’s bath ready!

Then, Zelda felt the vicious, blistering heat of Radley’s frighteningly huge hands CRASHING down on his big ol’ bubbly green ass-cheeks again! This time, it was hard enough to nearly knock the wind right out of his teeny-tiny body, as his thimble-sized sissy-clit full-on squirting in abject delight the immense pain of his stinging, beet-red twerk-meat. Zelda looked at his mother for some semblance of support, but all he got was her nodding mindlessly in approval at whatever Radley was saying. He knew she couldn’t hear or understand a word of it, but if Sir Radley was saying, it had to have been the gospel truth!

“Y—Yes, Sir Radley. I—I’m so sorry for being such an ignorant little monster ♥” He gasped quietly. Gods, his first kiss… Was going to be with Sir Radley? It didn’t even seem to bother him really that it was going to be another man. He only wondered if he was worthy of such an honor… He pouted and puckered his plump, irresistibly pillowy lips, and had such a nervous, half-lidded look plastered across his incredibly slim, girly face. He didn’t dare stop twerking or pumping his fists along Radley’s immense manhood, not even for a second, while Hetta brought her lips right up to Radley’s ear and started to whisper…

"My little Zel hasn’t even had his first kiss yet, Master ♥ Pretty pleeease, make it a special one? She, oops, I mean ‘he’ has had such a big crush on you for ages now. I know it would make him sooo happy if you were real, real rough, hehe ♥♥♥” She said with a devilish grin, nibbling on Radley’s earlobe, while she tore his loincloth clean off.

“Zel, sit properly on Master’s lap. You want him to feel comfortable, don’t you?” Hetta demanded, as Zelda nodded and sat dead-center in Radley’s lap; sandwiching his squishy, spongy, clapping globes of ass-fat around his mammoth-sized womb-wrecker, wobbling back and fro, jumping to and fro, jiggling left and right, simply twerking his ass-cheeks with a very sensual rhythm as he jerked him off between his big, bouncy, emerald-green booty-meat like a pint-sized fuck-doll should! He wrapped his slender arms around Radley’s muscular neck, clinging to him as tight as he could, all while he was shaking like a leaf. Gods, he was just so nervous.

“Go on, tell Master you want his spit, darling. You have to beg for it.” Hetta teased in her son’s ear.

“P—Pleeease, honor me with your spit, Sir Radley. Spit in my face and down my throat, do me the pleasure of emptying all of it deep inside my mouth, pretty please ♥♥♥”

"Hmph. You should be thankful, bitch boy. You know how many emperor's daughters...hell, how many emperor's WIVES I have sending me letter after letter begging for just a taste of my sweat or fingers stroking into their wet, hot little mouths? It's borderline disgraceful for me to be giving a little monsterslut like you my spit...but you seem to be pretty obedient, unlike your dumbfuck brother, so you just keep shaking that pillowy fag fuckpadding all over this fat white dick like a good little Gobby wench." Radley snorted down to the simpering sissy in his lap, the echoing CLOPCLOPCLOPCLOPCLOP~! of Zelda's huge, hefty boy booty slapping down over the bigger, thicker, better shaft of the lord's throbbing human manhood nearly fading into the background as the emerald skinned cutie hung on to every word for dear life, star struck by the baritone depth of Radley's booming voice while his eyes twinkled and burned with anticipation for what was soon to come.

Even when Zelda was stupid enough to dare entertaining the thought that a faggy little bim-boi like him would ever make love to a woman of all things, he'd imagined his first time being...intimate with someone to be soft, flowery, graceful...a storybook delight starting with a smooth, tender kiss of wanting lips meeting one another and taking his first kiss...

Radley couldn't have been more of a different experience...if anything it seemed like the beefy human bully had almost intentionally made sure that Zelda felt as used and degraded as humanly possible while "he" had his puffy cheeks clamped down on by big, thick, manly sausage fingers tightly squishing against his cute face and pulling his soft, spit-slobbered lips into the bigger, stronger man's for a "kiss" that seemed more aptly described as a vicious devouring of Zelda's weak, needy tongue by an epically fat tongue that easily put any goblin male's (and ESPECIALLY poor Zally's...) pathetic excuse of a cock to shame.

Wet, messy, greedy GLOPS and sticky SCHLRPPPPS struck the air as Radley's massive hands struck down upon either of Zelda's fat, fuckable green bootyflesh with all the force of a rampaging bear-bull attacking its unsuspecting prey! Zal, for his part, could only gulp at the sickening sounds he heard, the noises of primal lip smacking bliss barely even registering as a kiss to him and making him worry that the Frieren lord was literally feasting on his family as he fanned the flames of the boiling pot of water he had prepared, desperately willing it to heat up so he had a reason to interrupt without risking being the next thing on the monstrous human bull of a man's menu!

Back in the living room, Radley finally managed to free himself from the vacuum suction of Zelda's greedy lips, controlling the whimpering bitch and stopping him from diving in for another hot, needy session of blissful kissing that put any gross Goblin "sex" to utter shame all by itself, only for poor Zelda to nearly cum right on the spot as his human master aimed a thick wad of gooey spit right into his desperately open maw and let loose with a hot, sticky PTOOEY! that rang throughout the entire room, a hot glob of spit smacking down onto his wet tongue as he preened and begged for more in garbled grunts and groans while Radley merely chuckled and leaned back. His hands dug into the soft valley of seemingly endless Gobby twerkmeat jutting out from Zelda's rear and SMACKED those mounds together with a growl of approval, smiling wickedly at the girly mewl that escaped from the sissy slut's dicksucking lips right as his clenching boy-pussy couldn't hold back and squirted all over the massive, veiny ridges of Radley's bloated human cock!

"Holy fucking shit bitch. No way your son actually just creamed all over this cock without even touching his 'dick'...hell, actually, might as well call it a fucking clit. Your little boy right here is a bonafide BITCH, Hetta. How else is he spraying my groin with all this sticky slut-juice like some bitch from a whorehouse, huh? I'm telling you, she's a bitch with the wrong equipment, just needs the right mage to set her straight with a cunt between those juicy thighs of hers...and how are you two gonna clean up the mess she's made all over this cock, huh? Inviting a guest like me just to make me even more filthy with your sissy slut cunt drooling all over me before I can even get my bath? This would be grounds for drastic action, I must say..." Radley started, striking fear into their hearts at his suggestion as he cackled and grinned at their pouting faces and begging pleas for his mercy like simpering servants seeking salvation from their God...all before he was so woefully interrupted by that bitch Zal as he scampered in on his useless feet, panting with exertion and sweating furiously with beady eyes filled with worry.

"Y-your bath is ready sire...p-please excuse the wait, you may...make use of it now..."

A small piece of Zelda knew what would happen if this “kiss” really did come to be. Knew what it would mean for him, mean for his family, mean for his brother, but… He just couldn’t stop himself. He could feel his conscience, always nagging in the back of his mind, urging him to “be a man” like his father, pleading for him not to allow this ferocious Aryan conquerer, this monstrous brutish stud whose lineage has been soaked in the blood of their ancestors, to claim his plump, pillowy lips as yet another trophy. Normally, Zelda would listen, heed his instincts, turn tail, and run as fast and as far away as he possibly could, but tonight… Tonight he was far too drunk off the sickening, stomach-churning stench of rancid, hyper-masculine Alpha musk to give a damn. His tiny emerald clit felt like it was about to burst, so stiff and swollen that it was excruciating, and his puffy, steamy, drooling sissy-pussy was gushing and leaking so embarrassingly, slathering the back of his ass-popping short-shorts in a big, sticky wet spot! He didn’t dare stop twerking, mashing and wobbling those spongy-soft monster-cheeks around Radley’s steel-hard, mammoth-sized cunt-splitter with all of his might, the frantic “CLAPCLAPCLAP” of smacking, clapping, clomping jiggle-meat assaulting pathetic little Zal’s ears all the way from the bathroom. Zelda trembled desperately, practically seizing, as Radley squeezed down on his face, gripping it so tight and firm that he could’ve easily bruised his supple green skin without even trying. He was just that strong.

And that kiss… Fuuuggghhh… That kiss. Zel completely lost it, as Radley’s bigger, fatter, meaner tongue forced its way deep into the hot, sugary confines of his pretty pink maw. He practically choked on it, as it bullied every last inch, while the teeny-tiny, fat-cheeked sissy clung to the huge, overbearing bully noble like a damsel in distress, whimpering and moaning like such a nasty little fuck-tease that it even made his shameless whore of a mother start to blush. Radley devoured those addictively soft, fat, girly lips, gnawing, nipping, teething, suckling, all while Zelda desperately followed his lead, slurping on his monstrous tongue, worshipping it with sloppy, wet kisses, widening his pretty little windpipe as Radley jammed every last inch of that giant, hulking muscle deep, deep, DEEP inside! Slobber was filling the leaking, drooling, trembling fuck-sleeve’s belly to the brim, he could even feel himself getting drunk off the drug-like throat-slop, savoring every single drop like it the finest of wines, a rare and exquisite delicacy meant to be savored and worshipped!

“THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP”, Zelda swung that gargantuan emerald wagon as hard and fast as he possibly could, pumping up and down Radley’s outlandishly long, pussy-reaming rod, and feeling steaming hot wads of chunky, yellowish pre-nut spraying out across his slender back and long black hair. His jiggling, jello-y, utterly gelatinous wobble-shelf was getting CAKED in such a hot, gluey deluge of bubbling, boiling human seed, more than 30 greenie runts could produce all together, and Radley hadn’t even CUM yet! That kiss changed Zelda’s life, awoke a starving, sex-crazed slut slumbering deep inside him, and it was thanks to Sir Radley! Gods, would he be eternally grateful! And with a sickeningly loud “SCHLURP”, the flawlessly chiseled teen Adonis tore his irresistible lips away, his gorgeous face dripping in Zelly’s sugary, cherry-tinged drool and glossy pink lip-stain, before he SPAT right down the hopelessly mewling fag-doll’s gaping, furnace-like mouth. ᶠᵁᵁᵁᵁᵁᴳᴳᴳᴳᴴᴴᴴᴴᴴ…. Zelly couldn’t help it. It just… Happened. Dazed and delirious, he eventually felt the growing wet spot on his crotch, and looked down to find that he had squirted like a bitch all over himself. He should’ve been mortified, but with Radley’s hands possessively squeezing and smacking on his colossal emerald ass-cheeks, it all just felt so… Right.

“ᴵ’ᵐ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ… ᴬ ˢᵗᵘᵖⁱᵈ ˡⁱˡ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ… ᴰᵘᵐᵇ ˡⁱˡ ᶠᵃᵗ-ᵃˢˢ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ… ᶠᵘᵘᵘᵍᵍᵍʰʰ… ˢᵒ ᶠᵘᵘᵘᵍᵍʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵃˢᵗʸ…” Zelda babbled incoherently, licking up and down Radley’s glossy lips, while his big ol’ slutty Momma happily joined him!

Zal was nothing more than an afterthought to his Momma and big brother now. Even after he came shuffling back into the room, they didn’t dare stop gushing over Radley, hands squeezing every flexing, bulging muscle they could, lips kissing and slobbering all over his perfect face, chiseled jaw, muscular neck, and powerful shoulders, all while his monstrous hands dug into those crashing, smacking globes of gobby ass-fat like he owned them!

“ᴵ’ˡˡ ˡⁱᶜᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ, ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳ. ᴵ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉ… ᴵ’ˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵗᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵖᵒᵗˡᵉˢˢ… ˢᵗᵘᵖⁱᵈ ˡⁱˡ ⁿᵃˢᵗʸ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁿᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗᵉᵈ ᴵ ᵃᵐ… ᴴᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ. ᴰᵘᵐᵇ ᵒˡ’ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴹᵒᵐᵐᵃ ˢᵃʸˢ…” Zelda squeaked, grunting like a wild animal, as every blistering SMACK Radley unleashed on his fat, marshmallowy ass only made him SQUIRT like an even bigger, dumber, needier bitch!

“S—Sire…? T—The bath…?” Zal spoke up again, even more softly this time. Finally, Zelda let out a grunt of acknowledgement, craning his neck back, and completely looking through his baby brother with those glazed-over eyes and that fuck-drunk look painted across his pretty little face.

“Shouldn’t you be mending Master’s clothes by now, Zally? Honestly, the nerve of this child of mine! Master is gracing us with his presence, and you have the audacity to just stand there gawking? Gods, please guide my son, as dim-witted he might be.” Hetta sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

“You want to lick Master clean, right Zel? We have to be especially diligent when it comes to these big, beefy human nuts and huge, sweaty teen cock too! You want to do a good job for Master, right? Earn another kiss?” Zal noticed how his Momma’s grin changed. No longer wasn’t it sweet and joyful, but dripping with sinister intent instead. It was almost like she took glee in seeing Zelly like this, seeing him debase himself for the humans she worshipped like the gods. All Zelda could do was shake his head feverishly, as his Momma let out an excited giggle.

“Good girl! Oopsie, I mean “boy”, hehe! Come, come, let’s get a move on!” She chirped, climbing off the couch, taking a hold of Zelda’s hand, and helping the thick-cheeked sissy back onto his feet. His legs felt like jelly, he could hardly move, so he clung to Radley for support, Mother and Son straddled on either side of his herculean frame, scraping their tongues across his sweaty, sissy-cum soaked quads, before Zal got Radley’s sweaty, jizz-drenched loincloth thrown right in his face!

“Zally, don’t be lazy now. Get to work making Master a new pair of pants. They better look even better than before by morning, got that? We all have our part to do, my sweet little greenie ♥” Hetta said so proudly, while she and Zelda drooled and spat all over the veiny, hyper-virile fuck-spire jutting out so unreasonably between Radley’s legs. That pure white royal scepter was going to plant the next heir to the Frieren name in some lucky little slut’s womb someday, and a piece of these two simpering, empty-headed little monster-whores hoped it would be one of them! Their eyes stayed glued on Radley’s enormous noble spear, as they eagerly escorted him into their tiny little bathroom. It wasn’t much, just a tiny little tub only big enough for Radley to stand in. Hetta and Zelda desperately tore their clothes off, wobbling their monstrous curves buck-naked like a couple of brainless tribal bitches just asking to get bred. They took big, heaping helpings of liquid soap into their hands and started washing all over his rock-hard chest and gargantuan arms; squeezing, squishing, massaging vigorously everywhere they could, even worshipping those meaty veins popping out across his humongous, bulging biceps like they were royal treasures! They took his hands, big and strong as bricks, and scrubbed down his fingers, which were twice (hell, three times) the size and width of Zelly’s cute, aching clitty.

The shameless little faggot even slurped down a couple, shoving them knuckle-deep down his greedy little maw, while Hetta climbed Radley and started washing down his big, round, muscly glutes. Mindless little whore spreading those gorgeously toned mounds of flesh apart and started tonguing at his tight pucker, getting it nice and clean, before Zelly turned his attention over to that long, hard, twitching rod. He soaped it up with both hands, pumping faster and harder, as he knelt down on the floor, clitty squirting like crazy between his legs! He flicked his tongue across Radley’s oozing cock-slit, nice and slow, drinking up a fresh-hot supply of chowder-y pre-sludge, before slurping all over that jumbo-sized, womb-busting mushroom tip like it was a huge, sweaty, musk-tinged lollipop!

Zal had to crane his neck just to see what was going on from the living room, and caught a glimpse of poor Zelly on his knees, that hypnotic shelf of monstrous wobble-meat bouncing like crazy, as a sickeningly sloppy “SCHLURP”’s rang from the curvaceous piece of pint-sized fag-pussy.

His eyes met Radley’s for a moment, fierce, piercing green orbs burning into his with the domineering might that twinkled off his gaze, and with haste, Zal turned around, eyes focused squarely on stitching the towering Ivory bull’s clothes back together. All the while, he lamented his shame, the weakness of his soul that kept him stomped beneath the boot of his oppressor, sniffling sorrowfully with the tiniest thought that someday, somehow, he could tap into the courage of his father and the Goblin warrior ancestors he had heard so many stories of, that their spirits would rise within him and he could cut through the seemingly impenetrable flesh of his monstrous tormentor…

But such hopes would remain a childish dream, and as Zal stitched and pricked his fingers with his tear-filled eyes blocking his vision, he could only beg that the noises of wet, hot, stud-worshipping pleasure spilling from his mother and brother’s mouths would quieten so he might, even for a moment, forget the awful scene carrying on just behind the open crack of the bath-house door…

That wish too, would go ungranted.