Ilsa's bossom felt good, warm and throbby. That described her lower lips as well, actually. She was granted little time to contemplate this, in her woozy state, although she definitly was right about the assesment of all those goblins admiering superior elfish beauty, ravishing her with their eyes. If perhaps not with all the things she expected in mind.
She dreamt of a high and mighty elf, a firstborn noble, on her hands and knees, being taken by the small, primitive creatures that couldn't even reach her properly. It took three of them to do the job one normal man should be able to do! Then again, there were not three, but thirty, eager and happy to do whatever they wanted to their sow, fucking her, filling her, grinning and joking to each other in their crude language as they stained her perfect skin with their cum, a swirling dream of sensuality in which, to her admitted shame, the elven noble found herself spiralling into a climax, at the sheer rediculousness of it all.
And then, she awoke.
She awoke naked, her body throbbing nice and warm, if a little sore. Several goblins around her, asleep, naked, with stupid grins on their faces, and the whole weight of the 'dream' hit her. As did the feeling of defilement all over her body, her dark nipples, her cum-stained skin. Against the elfish resistance, the goblins potent mixture had worked.. it just had ended faster than expected. She'd been poisoned, violated.. and if she was unlucky enough, impregnated by one of these creatures spawn. Impossible!.. or?
She pushed herself up with effort. She had to banish the rage at her defilement out of her mind, had to fight the urge to slaughter these creatures.. lest they wake up and poison her again. She had to gather her things, and then, rush to cleanse herself, throughoutly. This had not felt good, no matter what lingering lies the drugs and her body told her.
She grabbed her things, worried, as she almost startled a goblin, her eyes lingering upon it's green-
She ran. Away from her shame, out of the camp, and, towards, luckily, the sound of rushing water. A river, coming from an underground cave into the open ravine she was in, indubitably cool, but just what she needed, right now.
She never realized that her rushed exit had, even through her elven grace, been a little too loud to not attract
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as she stood at the lakeshore, a lithe, elven, but now subtly more fertile looking beauty...