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[BONUS] Fulfilling Her Destiny Pt. 2 (Original) [RELEASED]
🕑 Added 2019-12-27 03:24:02 +0000 UTCCommission
Themes: Breeding, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly
Summary: Part 2 of this Prompt Poll Winner. In which our Heroine of the Light's adventures continue, ten years in the future. And by adventures... well, she gets fucked and bred more, of course!
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In the last ten years since Twig had become a Prize, the human woman hadn’t gained even a single iota more of intelligence. But then, that was perfectly fine, wasn’t it? What need did she have of thoughts and smarts and all that stuff? She wasn’t a scholar; she wasn’t even a hunter. She didn’t need any sort of skills save for one… how to get fucked.
Of course, that didn’t change the fact that Twig was supposed to be a Hero of the Light. She was supposed to be the first sign that the Goddess’ love and adoration remained strong, the first Hero of Light not born to a previous Hero of Light in centuries! Given the way that the divine blood had been diluted in the descendants of the past batch of heroes, something had had to be done. Twig was that something… or she was supposed to be.
Imbued with all the power that the Goddess could put into a tiny, mortal body, Twig should have grown up to become a leader, or failing that, at least an adventuring hero who righted wrongs and fixed injustices. Her heroic spirit SHOULD have led her down that path regardless of how smart or not the girl was… unfortunately, fate had conspired against her and the Goddess that had created her.
The Goddess of Light had been forced to leave and do battle before she could place the customary protective charms upon her new hero, and before she could seed the Empire of Anfelia with more divine heroes as well. Her distraction had cost her, as not but a fortnight after Twig was born to a mother who loved her and a father who would work hard for his girls, their town was ransacked by orcs, and every single man, woman, and child were put to the sword. Twig only survived unscathed because her mother was smart enough to hide her.
But when the goblins had come through hours later, scavenging the destroyed town, they’d found her instead. As such, Twig had grown up with them, with a goblin mother and a goblin tribe who had instilled a very different set of values in her. She was a Hero of the Light, and that came with a certain desire to see justice done. But when all you’ve ever known your entire life was goblin justice… well, one’s priorities can become rather skewed.
Perhaps if something had happened to Twig’s goblin tribe, the big-breasted blue-eyed blonde could still have been thrust onto her heroic path. As it was, however, the goblins that had found and raised her have never been better. This is partially due to Twig herself. But it’s also due to other factors as well. Put simply, when she’d come of age, Twig had been made into the Prize. A Prize was a very important role within the goblin tribe… literally.
If it were not, then Twig’s heroic sensibilities would probably have twinged to the fact, and even though the rather dimwitted girl wouldn’t have understood why, she would have felt compelled to find a way to BECOME important. But as it stood, being the Prize in a goblin tribe made you very nearly as important as you could get. Twig was THE girl that every successful hunter and warrior in the entire tribe got to fuck when they came back from a hunt or a mission that had gone right.
She was also the tribe’s main source of breeding as a result of this, her body made to produce babe after babe for the tribe’s benefit. This too, might have played a part in making Twig’s divine blood satisfied with it’s current situation. It would definitely be said that her divinity was tricked into such a situation, but nonetheless…
Basically, by breeding Twig nonstop, the goblins were unknowingly filling one of the requirements that the Goddess commonly put upon her female heroes. After all, everyone knew that boys were stronger faster than girls. A girl could definitely train to be stronger than most men and could eventually overcome the innate obstacles that came with her gender, but nevertheless, male heroes usually lasted longer, and also weren’t ever raped and defiled when they were beaten by the monsters they fought. Instead, they were just killed and most of the time eaten.
As it was, the reason behind having a female hero over a male hero for the first (and unknowingly the last) of the Goddess’ new batch was because the female hero could eventually give birth to further heroic souls, producing heirs that would carry on her legacy, after she’d gone on to become Queen or Empress or whatever as reward for her heroics.
That was the destiny the Goddess had envisioned for Twig. If Twig had ever been told as much, she would have laughed at the thought. Empress Twig… don’t be silly.
As it was, Twig was quite happy being the Prize. As were the three human daughters she’d ended up inexplicably popping out over the last decade. Twig had in fact given birth to more goblins then she could count, producing both goblin boys and goblin girls by the bucketloads in her first year as the Prize alone. Given that goblin gestation took all of a month, Twig had been giving birth steadily for the last decade.
Most non-goblin Prizes couldn’t handle the workload (and most of the time, being a non-goblin Prize meant you were doing it nonconsensually) but Twig was, of course, different. She was a Hero of the Light. Which meant that, in the end, she was a fair bit more durable than most human and elven girls. More than that, she was more durable than any goblin could purport to be as well.
Put simply, to be the Prize for a decade like Twig had been was unheard of. But then, in the last ten years, a LOT had changed for the small goblin tribe. For one, they weren’t so small anymore. For two, they had eventually expanded, leaving behind their old camp spot to move into a ruined town that was right next to a river, erecting dozens of goblin hunts in the burnt-out wreckage of the human town.
Normally, this would have been the height of folly. Taking human land, even wrecked human land, always brought the humans back down on their heads eventually. It might not be this goblin generation, it might not be the next, but eventually, the humans always came back for their stuff. Except, that wasn’t going to happen, the Chieftain said. Because apparently, the orcs had overrun the Empire of Anfelia at some point, which meant the humans had been reduced to little more than chattel.
Twig didn’t pretend to understand what all that meant, save for that it meant she and her daughters were safer then ever, she was pretty sure! Her human daughters had of course grown up quickly, a combination of their goblin fathers and her divinity making them mature at an accelerated rate, just like her goblin children did.
As a result, all three of Twig’s daughters had joined her as Prizes at this point, and the four women were always ready and willing to satisfy the needs of the hunters and warriors who returned from successful outings to make use of them. This was the situation that the only Hero of the Light left found herself in. And Twig couldn’t be happier about it.
As a horn sounds, signaling the return of their hunters, Twig smiles and crawls along on her hands and knees, both her fat tits and her pregnant belly swinging and swaying back and forth beneath her, even as her plump away sways back and forth behind her.
“Girls! We’ll have company soon~ Make sure you’re presentable!”
They were, of course, all covered in mud and dirt, though they weren’t exactly grimy or anything like that. It was more like… well, all of the huts in the newly made goblin village were of course sized for goblins. Even the hut in the center of the ruined town, made large to fit her and her daughters, was sized for goblins as it also housed her aging goblin mother. As a result of this, Twig and her human daughters had to crawl around on all fours while in doors.
It made perfect sense, at the end of the day, and sure they got a little dirty, but with the river right next door, the goblin tribe neither wanted for water, nor for bathing. Still, neither Twig nor her daughters headed for that river now. That wasn’t what the would-be heroine meant when she called out for her girls to make themselves presentable.
No, what she’d meant was to present themselves for the incoming hunters and warriors that would be making use of them that evening. It only takes about five minutes for the goblins in question to arrive after they’ve dropped off their kills and given their report to the Chieftain. When they do, when the hunters and warriors of the tribe step into Twig’s home, they find four fat asses raised into the air, along with four dripping, gushing, breathing wet cunts, Twig and her daughters’ pussy lips flexing and opening and closing all on their own in anticipation of what was to come.
Currently, only Twig was pregnant. Her daughters had all given birth in the last week, and this was the first hunt since then where the Prizes would be used for more than recreational purposes. Obviously, if ever a goblin wanted a quick suck, they could rely on Twig and her daughters to handle their erections. But if they wanted to breed… they had to EARN that.
Cackling gleefully, the young goblin hunters dash forward and mount Twig’s daughters. The three goblin boys penetrate the three human girls, causing Twig’s offspring to squeal… even as Twig’s OTHER offspring begin to fuck their half-sisters as hard as they can. Because yes, by this point, all of the tribe’s best hunters and best warriors can be said to be Twig’s children.
It was certainly not what the Goddess had intended, but in the end, Twig had passed on her divine blood to both her humans daughters AND her goblin offspring. It would probably take a couple more years for it to become truly apparent, but the goblin tribe was actually in a very, very strong position. More than anyone knew, more than even they knew, simply because the elders of the tribe were still set in the old ways of cowering in fear and avoiding the notice from the larger creatures around them.
When one of Twig’s male goblin offspring ultimately replaced the Chieftain in the next couple of years, well, things would likely change dramatically. And the goblin tribe might just become a true force to be reckoned with in their area of the world. But that… that was a story for another time. For now, as Twig’s human daughters are soundly fucked and bred by their half-brothers, Twig herself smiles as the goblin warriors all crowd around her, their massive, disproportionate green cocks slapping onto her flesh, smacking into her soft, voluptuous body.
Twig happily opens wide for the first of her sons and takes his goblin cock right down her throat as he cackles and fucks away at her mouth. At the same time, two more of the goblin warriors, denoted from the goblin hunters by being bigger, burlier, and less stealthy, pounce onto Twig’s ass and thrust into her butthole and cunt both, filling her lower orifices up immediately.
Their massive goblin dicks piston in and out of her orifices, and Twig couldn’t be happier. As the three goblin warriors fuck her, and the three goblin hunters fuck one of her daughters apiece, there’s no doubt in the blonde dimwit’s mind that this is exactly where all of them belong. After all, what better role in life could Twig have hoped for then to be the Prize of a goblin tribe as mighty and as benevolent as this one?
Her mother had taken her in as just a baby instead of eating her, and the goblins had raised her as one of their own, even letting her human daughters, freakish as their births had been, grow up to become Prizes right alongside her. There was no doubt in Twig’s mind that she would gladly spend the rest of her life being a Prize for the goblin tribe. There was no doubt in the big-breasted, blue-eyed blonde’s mind that this was exactly where she belonged.
Perhaps if the Goddess had not otherwise been indisposed by this point, she might have been able to right this sinking ship. If not with Twig herself, given how far gone her first heroine was, then maybe with one of her daughters. Though, they too had all been raised to want for nothing more than a cock in their cunt and a baby in their womb.
Perhaps a few of Twig’s goblin boys could have become Heroes of the Light in their own right, if the Goddess had been willing to look past her disgust and distaste and had sent then visions of what they needed to do to save the world from the Light. But as it stood, the Goddess would not be doing any of that. There was a reason that the orcs had overrun the Empire of Anfelia, after all. And it was not a good one.
But that too was a story for another time, and certainly not something that our dear little Twig cared about. All that mattered to her was excelling at the duties of being a Prize, and in that regard, our little would-be heroine of the Light was doing quite a good job, that was for sure.
The orgy between Twig and her daughters, and the goblin hunters and warriors of the tribe goes well into the night, as none of them need a break on account of the divine blood coursing through all of them, human and goblin alike. The hunters and warriors leave load after load inside of the holes of the Prizes afforded to them because of their success, and by the time they’re done, there’s no doubt in Twig’s mind that her three daughters will be just as pregnant as she is by the next day.
All is well, all is as it should be. The tribe is hale and healthy and has never been stronger… and in the end, that’s all that matters to a Prize like dear Twig.
