A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 270: Rearguards of the Hero Party (6) **

Goblins are the lowest level monsters.

The lowest level monster on the same level as a goblin is a slime, but there is no monster weaker than a goblin.

This is because goblins serve as the minimum standard for being called a 'monster.'

Even if there is a race that is weaker than goblins, that race is classified as a beast, not a monster.

In this world, the goblin is the weakest of the monsters, and from a game perspective, the best opponent to gain experience when your level is low.

However, there is one characteristic that is difficult to leave out when talking about goblins, and that is their sexual desire.

There are several other types of monsters other than goblins that are crazy when they see a woman.

For example, things like orcs or tentacles are representative examples.

However, the goblin's sexual desire is particularly unparalleled.

When a goblin sees a woman, he is always excited and rushes at her.

Similarly, even orcs, who are famous for their sexual desires, show a normal priority of putting combat before women when in the heat of battle, but goblins put their sexual desires first at any time.

I said everything because the only exception is when your life is at stake.

Some researchers have proposed the hypothesis that this heterogeneous desire for sexual desire is an instinct to preserve the species, citing the fact that there are no females in the goblin race. However, because the race itself is too weak to depend on females of other races, goblin individuals are It was also a discarded hypothesis.

Anyway, the important point is that the goblin's sexual appetite is so enormous that even researchers cannot understand it and have created and discarded various hypotheses.

And it was obvious what the condition would be like for the women who spent a night defenseless in the same room with such a goblin.

"Ahe... "

Early in the morning, the warm sunset dyes the walls of the village buildings red.

The inside of an inn in a quiet village was filled with a heat that was unbecoming of a time when it was just dawn.

The heat caused by the love affair between a man and a woman.

If we were to look for a more accurate expression, it could also be said to be the heat caused by mating between a male and a female.

The scene in the room was violent enough to use such explicit expressions.

Sil-Pierre was lying on the bed, staring into space with her blank eyes.

She couldn't even put on the tattered piece of cloth and couldn't even think of closing her naked legs, which were spread haphazardly.

It was the result of being violated by goblins all night.

Between the legs spread helplessly, yellow semen was sticking and drying to the point that it was difficult to recognize the location of the vagina.

The green hair scattered on the bed was covered in so much dried semen that it was hard to recognize its original hair color, and it was difficult to find a place on her face that wasn't covered in semen.

Her face was like that, not to mention other parts.

Silpierre looked as if he had just taken a bath in semen, making one wonder where on earth a goblin's small body could produce that much semen.

Of course, the bedsheets were not in good condition.

The bed, which had been soft and fluffy, was now damp and wet, and the places where the semen had dried here and there were strangely hard and unpleasant.

But fortunately, Silpierre, the owner of the bed, was not upset. This is because she was raped by goblins all night and was almost on the verge of losing consciousness.

Even though she was not aware that she was being violated, her body responded honestly to pleasure.

Moreover, even though goblins are the lowest level, they are monsters. As she was almost soaked in the medicinal semen, Silpierre's body became more and more sensitive.

As time passed, my body became more sensitive, and by the time dawn came, I was reaching climax every time the thick dick hit my cervix.

In that state, she was bullied without even being able to resist, so it was natural that no matter how physically strong Silpierre was, she would reach her limit and collapse.

There was a reason why Silpierre was lying in her bed, covered in her semen, staring into space with her distraught face.

Then where is the goblin that made Silpierre look so miserable?

After using Elf Onahole all night and feeling satisfied, did he go somewhere?

Of course, that didn't happen.

The goblin's sexual desire was similar to human greed, and was never satisfied.

Goblins were a race that coveted females until that moment, even if they died from exhaustion while shaking their hips.

It is said that the only thing that takes precedence over sexual desire is life, but that only occurs when death is clearly in front of you, such as when you are hungry or when a knife appears before your eyes.

The goblin's intelligence was too poor to think complexly about the possibility of death if its stamina runs out while assaulting a female.

Because of this, the goblin was still shaking his hips without being satisfied.

However, the target changed from Silpierre to Berti.

There was no special reason. It was just that Bertie caught the goblin's gaze while he was in the middle of assaulting Sylpierre.

That's all. However, for a goblin who lives with sexual desire, that alone was more than enough reasons to rape.

The goblin poured semen into Silphiere's womb again and approached Bertie's bed.

Berti was sleeping peacefully, not knowing what would happen to her or what was happening next to her.

The ugly touch of desire assaults Berti.

Berti, who was not wearing trousers like Silpierre, but was wearing only a thin pair of pajamas, was roughly stripped of her pajamas and had her virginity taken away.

Since this happened while he was comfortably wandering in a dreamland, Berti was not even given the opportunity to rebel and sleep away.

Having had her virginity taken so easily, Berti opened his eyes with the shock of the first penetration, but then changed his position and went back to sleep.

However, there was no way I could sleep well while my newly virgin pussy was being stabbed with a large cock.

After being violated for several hours, I was able to wake up with the sound of birds announcing the morning.

At that time, Berti already looked no different from Silpierre.

The semen poured into her body, which was smaller than Silpierre, to the limit, filling her uterus to the extent that her slim belly slightly swelled, and her thin pajamas were soaked in semen and gave off a terrible smell.

"Sister, sister."

"Ah... "

Fortunately, Berti, who was attacked by the goblin for a short time, still had enough stamina to wake up in the morning.

Berti spoke to Silpierre to wake him up as usual, but Silpierre, unusually, was unable to wake up.

"Sister, in the morning... Yes??"

Berti, who was trying to shake Silpierre's body by bending down, suddenly lowered his head and trembled.

It had reached its peak with the goblin still clinging to Berti's waist and continuing its furious pistoning.

It had only been a few hours since losing his virginity, but in that short time, Berti's body had developed to the point where he could easily climax.

The goblin ejaculated again into the already swollen uterus and took out his dick.

I don't know how much I did last night, when I spent more time soaked in love juice than in the open air, but it seemed to be a little more green than yesterday.

The cock pulled out of Berti's vagina, splashing a few drops of semen that remained in the urethra.

The splattered semen accidentally entered Silphiere's mouth. Only then did she come to her senses.

"Ah, uh... What? Ber... T?"

"Uh, sister. Good morning... This is it."

The sight of two women, covered from head to toe with traces of intense copulation, facing each other and greeting each other in the morning, was very strange.

Especially if there is a goblin hanging on a woman's back, holding her by the waist.

Silpierre, who is as resilient as she is strong, recovered quickly once she came to her senses.

Silpierre thought that for some reason her body was throbbing here and there, she said.

"Wow. I'm feeling achy here and there for some reason. "Can you heal me?"

"Sure. Really. I'll write a clean one too. "You didn't shower yesterday and just slept."

"Ah. Did you?"

Yesterday, Silpierre tried to wash in the bathroom attached to her inn room, but she couldn't because the goblin grabbed her butt and wouldn't let go.

The goblin caught them, and they couldn't wash them, but their perception was that they hadn't washed them for some reason.

She didn't think there was anything strange about it at all.

Silpierre scratched her head and frowned as her fingers caught where her semen had dried and pulled at her hair.

As soon as Berti used the cleanser, the traces left on her body disappeared, and she was able to regain her smooth and soft hair.

Soon after, Berti used the clean on himself as well. For some reason, I couldn't sleep well last night, so even washing up in the morning felt like a bother.

The goblin stamped her feet and vented her anger when the two females she had marked as her overnight were returned to their original condition.

However, when I remembered that I could mark it again once it was clean, I stuck to Berti, whose semen was still dripping from her pussy hole.

It was a goblin-like, simple way of thinking.