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Praise Be

Summary:

While exploring the goblin base, Shadowheart gets separated from the rest of the party.

A nearby goblin is quickly able to deduce that she's not on their side, which forces the half-elf to buy his silence the hard way.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

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Wandering around a desecrated temple to Selune was fun and all, but the stink of goblins certainly detracted a bit from Shadowheart’s enjoyment. Because ‘stink’ meant ‘presence’, and ‘presence’ meant ‘danger’. She didn’t exactly feel like straying too far from Tav’s side, mostly because the ranger had proven to be their most useful comrade when it came to dangerous situations, but also because she was - perhaps - just a bit fond of him.

Then again, walking directly into a goblin hive had been his idea, which she was thrilled with.

She threw a sidelong, disgusted glance at a goblin in a dismal corner, hunched over a piece of meat that he was tearing into with needle-like teeth. He more resembled an overgrown rat than an intelligent being, though she - of course - kept this thought to herself.

“Do you suppose the others are okay?” Shadowheart whispered to him, trying to keep her tone even and uncaring, “Not dragged off to some goblin dungeon, yet?”

“I’m sure they’re fine.” Tav offered her a small smile.

Splitting up was also his idea. 

Again, she wasn’t a fan, but she kept that thought to herself. Tav was dependable and maybe a little good-looking, so she was willing to ignore the fact that it seemed unnecessarily dangerous. The Selunite compound was fairly large and sprawling, with many a dark corner and hidden room to explore. Breaking off into groups of two was the best way to effectively explore it in a short period of time, but it also made it difficult for them to communicate if they did get into trouble.

There was just a simple rule they’d decided on: if it sounded like the Nine Hells were breaking loose, run towards it and be ready to fight. 

For the most part, the goblins were willing to just let them wander freely. Obviously, they caught some suspicious glares, but most of them seemed happy to have some non-goblins in their midst. It likely, to them, just validated the idea that the Absolute was bringing everyone together. 

“Oi!” the two froze as a voice cut straight through the air towards them. Turning around, they found a female goblin walking up to them, dripping with authority. She came to a stop just in front of them, her hands going to her hips, “You! Humie! The drow wants a word wiv ya’!”

Tav’s brow furrowed.

“The who?”

“The drow!” the goblin repeated, “Wan’s a word-” she glared at Shadowheart, “-wif you. An’ only you!”

Shadowheart’s chest tightened.

The last thing she wanted was to be left alone in a goblin-infested labyrinth like this.

Tav glanced at her.

“Surely, I can bring a companion-”

“No way!” the goblin interrupted, “I ain’ riskin’ pissin’ off the drow! She’ll ‘ave my ears off if I bring two of ya! Now get movin’!”

Tav’s eyes widened as a few nearby goblins glanced their way. In an instant, Shadowheart could see his plans go out the window. He truly had no idea what to do. The goblin before him was obviously too stubborn to budge on the matter, and the rest of her tribe seemed more than willing to back her up.

Shadowheart straightened her back.

“Just go.” she ordered drably, “I can take care of myself, you know?”

She tried to sound strong, but the idea of being left alone in the middle of an unknown number of goblins was… worrying. Still, it wasn’t as if they had a choice. Tav threw her back a worried look that told her - above all else - ‘stay safe’. Shadowheart returned a short nod before watching the goblin woman escort Tav away, the half-elf left alone in a dark, dingy hovel of a room.

Alone.

She really had no idea what she was supposed to do now.

No. She did.

Find the others.

There was no point to anything else. She had to find the others and start regrouping. If Tav was being taken, alone, to meet with one of their leaders, she had to get the rest together in case they needed to stage some kind of rescue.

The cleric turned and moved swiftly out of the room, trying not to make it seem like she was being deliberately hasty. Instead, she just wanted to seem like she was moving with a purpose, though her progress was quickly interrupted.

“Oi!”

She froze as a goblin voice - a thick, masculine one - seemed to smack her upside the head. She turned to find a yellow-green gremlin sitting on a moldy barrel, which he hopped off of as soon as their eyes met. He was - obviously - an ugly, little toad. Green and warty and gnarled, like an old tree root given humanoid form. His fat head sat on a knobbly body seemingly composed of nothing but muscle-wrapped knuckle bones.

He sauntered over to her, dripping with a horribly misplaced arrogance.

“Don’ see many elves walkin’ ‘round ‘ere.” he grinned at her with yellowed, needle-like teeth, “Praise the Absolute, eh?”

Shadowheart stiffened, “Indeed.”

She flicked the word out quickly, not able to bring herself to blaspheme against Shar by even pretending to praise another god.

“Wa’s your name, elfy?” he asked, a natural hunch forming as he gazed up at her.

“Does it matter?” Shadowheart responded, pointedly.

“I fink it does.” the goblin smiled, only turning her stomach more, “Cause I don’ fink you or your li’l friends,” he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a scathing whisper, “are true believers, now, are ya?”

Shadowheart’s brow tightened, “What rubbish are you spouting?”

“Nuffin’! Nuffin’! Jus’ not used t’seein’ your type ‘round ‘ere! Praise the Absolute, eh?” the goblin asked, clearly leading her on.

“Pr…” Shadowheart stiffened, “Praise the Absolute.”

She said it with as much authority as she could manage, though her initial hesitation - she realized - did irreparable damage to her credibility. She could see that it wasn’t enough; she could see the sadistic twinkle in the blackened pits that were the goblin’s eyes. The cleric set her jaw, furious with herself for being so clumsy with her deception.

“Well, well!” the goblin pretended to look surprised, “I’s knew I was wrong! Absolute’s voice reaches all sorts ‘ese days! Even a pretty, li’l thing like you, eh?”

Shadowheart’s face flickered with disgust, “Indeed.”

“She’s bringin’ us aaall a’gether!” the goblin smiled, starting to circle around her, “And now we’re all playin’ nice! The lot of us!” he stopped behind her, his hand rising to caress her braid. Shadowheart whirled around, her hair slipping free of his rodentious grasp in an instant. “You wanna play nice, dontcha?”

The half-elf took a step back, seeing something more in the creature’s face than just sadism; she saw desire. His words - his tone - were disgustingly familiar to her. She could recognize when a man was trying to warm himself up to her, and she always hated it. Coming from a goblin, it was just infinitely more disgusting.

“To a degree.” she offered, her voice firm.

“So why don’ we play nice?” the goblin stepped forward, Shadowheart realizing only too late that he was moving her back towards a dark, secluded wall, “Why don’ we-?”

“I have better things to do,” she cut off stonily, “than get friendly with you of all people.”

“Me of all people?” the goblin looked offended, “You know who I am? I’m Glak! A lookout! All I gots t’do is shout and half this base’ll come runnin’!” his words sent a chill up Shadowheart’s spine, “I scream and they’ll come stonin’ whatever bunglin’ heretic I got! I'm a big name ‘round ‘ere!” Shadowheart heard the threat plain as day, “You lot’re new, aintcha? They don’ trust you like they trus’ me. But,” he grinned, “I know I don’ gotta call noone, do I? ‘Cause you ‘n’ me? We both worship the Absolute!” Shadowheart’s back hit the wall, Glak pinning her there with thick, muscly arms, “And she wants us to get nice ‘n’ friendly, don’ she?”

Shadowheart set her jaw, but she couldn’t hide the slight tremor running up her body.

Her eyes met Glak’s. Somehow she’d been played so easily by a damn goblin of all bloody things! It was humiliating! But she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he held all the cards here. These were his people and she was all alone in their midst, her cover effectively blown. She’d been left alone for less than five minutes and already gotten herself captured.

Her only saving grace was that this goblin valued his own personal pleasure over the capture of an enemy agent.

He was an idiot.

And yet he’d caught her.

“Praise… praise the Absolute.” Shadowheart whispered down at him.

“Aye.” Glak smiled crookedly up at her, exposing a forest of long, ugly needles sprouting from blackened gums, “Praise be.”

 


 

Glak took a seat on a slowly moldering crate, letting Shadowheart kneel between his knees. He only stood up to remove his patchwork leather pants, letting them slide down his knobbly thighs as Shadowheart cast her gaze off to the side, unable to look at whatever abomination hung between his legs. She couldn’t believe she’d actually gotten herself in such a situation, but now that she was here she was desperate to search for some kind of way out of it.

The smell hit her before anything else; like old meat marinated in sweat. 

She flinched as his hand reached out and caressed her cheek, subtly guiding her to look at him again. The half-elf couldn’t see any immediate escape routes and couldn’t think of any way to get out of the situation without severely endangering the rest of her party. Maybe if she could get a knife to his throat and cut it before he could make a sound, but that relied on speed she wasn’t sure she had at the moment.

And she was sure Glak was still ready to scream at the slightest provocation, despite his seemingly-calm demeanor. 

No.

She had to get him to relax.

And trust her.

Shadowheart turned to glare at him, not bothering to hide the obvious hate in her scornful eyes. He obviously knew she wasn’t a true believer, which meant she didn’t need to hide an ounce of the loathing she felt for the pitiful, little creature. She couldn’t believe she’d been duped by the ugly toad, but she also realized that underestimating an opponent was as bad as anything else.

The goblin smiled at her.

“You got nice lips, elfy!” he said, stroking her cheek, “Why dontcha give us a kiss, eh?”

Shadowheart’s stomach twisted as her look of hatred turned to disgust. She hadn’t even considered goblins caring about things like kissing, honestly. She just assumed they all thought with their dicks and nothing else.

Suddenly, she couldn’t tell where she’d less rather put her mouth; his lips or his cock.

“Come on.” Glak muttered, “Give us a kiss!”

The cleric winced. His lips were tightly drawn and strangely thin, though his mouth itself was wider than hers. Shadowheart visibly cringed at the prospect, able to smell his thick, noxious breath already and not wanting to get a taste of it.

“I think I’d rather-” she was cut off as Glak pulled her forward and took her by the mouth while she was still talking, Shadowheart’s eyes widening in utter shock and disgust. She felt his tongue worm its way forcibly into her mouth until it was wrestling with hers, wrapping it like a smelly, slimy snake. The cleric tried to lean away but the goblin was just a bit stronger than her and pulled her back. He gripped her hair and kissed her, ramming his tongue down her throat until she nearly gagged.

The taste of his mouth and breath invaded her brain, nearly making her sick.

The kiss parted with a wet gasp from both of them, Shadowheart turning away to try and spit out the goblin’s lowly taste while he just sat there and basked in it. He wrapped her braid around his thick, meaty hand a few times as Shadowheart spat and gagged, the cleric finally hitting him with a scathing, side-long glare.

“Elf is tasty.” Glak grinned, his eyes glinting maliciously, “Eaten your kind before! Always a treat!”

Shadowheart’s disgust mixed with a dark, throbbing horror at his words, but she didn’t have time to react as her attention was drawn downward. Glak was busy stroking his member, which was big enough to make Shadowheart’s stomach drop out of her. His thick, meaty hand massaged up it, rippling the leathery foreskin and causing the heavy, cum-loaded balls to twitch.

“Now,” Glak said, “‘s your turn! You get to eat some goblin meat!”

Shadowheart grit her teeth.

“You’re disgusting!”

“I’m a goblin!” Glak smiled, “Now c’mere. I’m sure you’ll like it!” the goblin pulled her forward, “Just get on your knees ‘n’ praise the Absolute!”

Shadowheart’s face came to a stop a few inches from his fat cock as she resolved herself to destroy this idiotic, false god, kill every one of her heretical followers, and make Glak’s last moments ones of excruciating pain. Maybe that was why she couldn’t afford to slit his throat; that wouldn’t be nearly painful enough for the little wretch.

Shadowheart made the mistake of breathing in, catching pure, untamed goblin arousal. It snaked up her nose to her brain, which couldn’t even register good or bad, just… potent. A viscous pearl of precum drooled from the goblin’s bulbous, throbbing head and ran down the warty shaft. It was covered in bumps that she was sure would play havoc on her throat, but it wasn’t like Shadowheart had a choice.

“Come on, then!” Glak caressed her cheek, “Le’s get all nice ‘n’ friendly! All-”

Shadowheart pressed a hand to his lips, silencing him. It was gentle enough for him not to panic, and instead she felt his mouth twist into a smile against her palm. With her free hand, she hesitantly took his length, finding it was both steaming hot and strangely… dry. Instead of being remotely wet, the thing seemed to be covered in a layer of powder or something, which made it dry and a bit sticky. She gave it an experimental stroke, barely even able to get her fingers all the way around it, watching as the thick skin moved up and down the throbbing shaft. She was grateful for the precum that gurgled from his tip, which provided some lube to clean the thing with, though the actual feeling of it was disgusting.

It was slimy and raw, and the smell hit Shadowheart’s brain like a charging owlbear. She massaged his length with her soft, skilled hand until she reached a steady pace, watching as Glak’s face melted more and more into one of wanton lust. He hung his head back and drank it in, letting rapturous groans float freely from his thin lips as he soaked in her pleasure.

Shadowheart was just thankful she wasn’t being forced to use her mouth just yet.

She found herself growing bored above anything else. Kneeling there, stroking off a goblin in the dark, she suddenly felt… stupid. It wasn’t as if pleasuring the creature was remotely difficult, so she didn’t have to think about it at all; all she needed was one hand and the same, steady motion. She glanced around, thankful at least, that they didn’t have any sort of an audience. She could hear other goblins, and even spot one every so often, but none had stopped to watch.

She turned back to Glak, studying his neck as his head was flung back.

It’d be so easy to jam a dagger into it, but she wanted… more.

She wanted to make him suffer for this humiliation.

Her beating of his thick dick got harder the angrier she got, until she was working his manhood into a pulsing lather. His precum was drooling like mad from the tip and she was busily working it along his shaft, shining it to a robust polish. His groans of pleasure became more and more heavy and wanton until he finally tightened up. His hips bucked, his hands clawed, and his cock hardened even more until it was like gripping a rod of pure adamantine. Shadowheart didn’t stop beating him off even as he came literal ropes, thick lines of steamy white jizz bursting from his head and shooting straight into the air. The ropey cum splattered on the ground and on Shadowheart’s hand and arm and chest, his balls tightening, his breath hitching, and curses spilling from his frog lips.

Shadowheart finished him off with the same bored expression, though she had to admit his sheer volume was strangely impressive. He’d cum enough to fill an entire goblet, and shot it higher in the air than his damn head. Shadowheart stared at him as the last of his white drool oozed from his thick head and onto her hand, finally pulling away to flick the slime from her fingers.

“Oi, oi!” Glak protested, “Why not taste it, love?”

She let the disgust she felt show plain as day on her face.

“I’d rather drink black dragon spit.” she retorted coolly, very aware of how acidic the substance was.

“Drink it.”

She could see the sadism in his eyes; the threat. Shadowheart sighed as she realized his pretenses of ‘friendliness’ were slipping away to reveal the grimy core of his inner being. She glanced down at the white goo on her hand, staring at it for a solid second or two before finding her resolve.

She hesitated even as she lifted it to her face, then simply stopped thinking and went with it. She dragged up tongue along the side of her hand, lapping up some of the goblin jizz and-

Oh.

Her eyes rolled a bit as she got a hot, thick taste of pure virility. Instantly, she felt like she’d just downed an entire flagon of fine mead, her head blooming with a dizzying warmth. The stuff was so noxiously potent - so masculine - she nearly fainted then and there. Instead, she held herself steady, not even realizing she was licking the rest off until it was gone. She sucked it from her fingers one by one until there was nothing left.

Except the cum drooling from his head.

Shadowheart felt something thud against her heart.

“Want s’more?” Glak whispered, seeing the look in her eyes.

Shadowheart remained silent. She was aware of some stupid, distant screaming in her brain that was either telling her to stop or to keep going, but whatever it was saying was numbed out by a sudden warmth. She just kept dragging her tongue up her hand, licking away the very last remnants of cum until only the memories remained.

Her eyes lifted to Glak’s.

The goblin grinned and pulled her forward, ‘forcing’ Shadowheart’s lips to the head of his meaty dick. She instantly parted them to accept the head, taking it and all its delicious cum into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, lapping up the hot jizz and drinking any more that bubbled up. Her eyes rolled back as even more heat poured into her, fueled by the endlessly perverse taste of his cum. She’d never experienced anything like it; never experienced anything so intensely virile.

It was drinking liquid, dripping, oozing sex directly from the source and suddenly her body wanted more.

Shadowheart pulled away, suddenly aware of how horribly her brain had been scrambled, but Glak succeeded in yanking her into a kiss. His tongue swirled the cum and the bitterness around in her mouth, Shadowheart wincing with disgust even as she felt the tender inferno in her get stoked. He fucked her mouth with his tongue until the last threads of resistance melted inside of her. Suddenly, she stopped trying to pull away.

Her hand found his cock without being asked and started stroking it.

She felt Glak smile into the forced kiss.

And the next thing she knew, she was on her back. Shadowheart’s eyes opened wide to the darkness above her. She felt cold ground beneath her and strong hands holding her thighs. Something hot and wet smacked against her suddenly-exposed pussy, and she barely had time to think before she was getting slotted into. Glak’s monstrous length pushed into her dripping cunt as she shuddered from the core of her being. It hurt like sin, but as his head burrowed its way towards her throbbing core, she couldn’t deny the deep, rich sense of satisfaction she felt. It hurt now, but she knew it was only a matter of time before it was digging her out, filling her up, and making her screa-

Shadowheart twisted to the side, trying to kick the thought away.

It was a bloody goblin dick! She couldn’t enjoy it!

Even if it tasted goo-

She sat up on her elbows and glared at the pitiful creature bottoming out in her, finding Glak smiling ear to ear. He was such an ugly, stupid little thing and yet somehow he’d gotten her into this position. It was all thanks to that stupid, delicious cock between his-

“You’re filth!” Shadowheart snarled.

“Talkin’ dirty, are ya?” Glak smiled, holding her hips slightly off the ground as he knelt between her legs, “I like it! Keep it comin’, elfy!”

“You’re-!” Shadowheart winced as he started slowly thrusting, her pussy getting an achingly detailed taste of his warty cock, “Rgh! You’re ‘Absolute’ won’t save you from what I’m going to-!”

She shuddered into silence as the various fat bumps on his shaft dragged against her wall, momentarily shutting off her brain. Glak gripped her hips a little harder as he sawed her cunt in half, Shadowheart’s eyelids flickering as she was stretched to the absolute limits of pleasure.

“What was ‘at, elfy?” Glak asked, feigning ignorance, “Didn’ ‘ear ya.”

“Go to Hells!” Shadowheart breathed, even as numbness began to pervade her body. Her hands clawed, her arms trembled, and weakness began to seep in as his big, stupid, unfathomably delicious cock sank into her again. It beat against her core with a surprising softness given the fact it belonged to a fucking goblin, but the tenderness of his strokes was having far more of an effect on her than she would’ve liked. Instead of just violently beating her, he was trying to coax her along, trying to butter her up, trying to get her wet.

His head prodded and nudged around inside of her, Shadowheart spasming with twinned disgust and desire. Why was a goblin actually being a conscientious lover?! It was probably just to further her humiliation, but it still felt good!

He thrust shortly into her, nearly knocking every thought from her head. Shadowheart fell back onto the ground and let him do his work, the goblin pounding in in short, relatively soft thrusts. Slowly, he worked her over until her mind and body were both thoroughly tenderized and she was used to his massive size. Shadowheart felt her mouth filling with drool at the prospect of a proper fucking before she knew it, her hips quaking as she anticipated what kind of havoc his cock could play on her weeping cunt.

“Praise the Absolute…” Glak muttered to himself, gaze still buried in her stretched pussy.

“Oh,” Shadowheart spat, “quiet!”

“Oi!” Glak prodded, “Show some respect, or I ain’ gonna give ya what ya want!”

“Go to Hells!”

“Fine ‘en.” the goblin shrugged, “‘ave it your way, elfy.”

He began to slide out of her, Shadowheart instantly alarmed by the horrible emptiness she felt. She sat up again, her wide-eyed look of panic telling Glak all he needed to know.

He smiled.

“Praise the Absolute, eh?”

Shadowheart grit her teeth, “In… indeed.”

“Say it.”

She shuddered to her core.

Forced to blaspheme as a way to ask for goblin dick? She felt like crying, but she knew it’d be agony to be stripped of such pleasure so suddenly. Not to mention, she couldn’t imagine Glak letting her get away if he stopped now. 

That was it.

This was still just to protect the others.

She had to keep him happy.

Shadowheart grasped the dull motivation in tremulous hands.

“Praise…” she mumbled, “Praise the Absolute…”

Glak grinned, “Aye. Tha’s better.”

He slotted back into her before she could speak, catching her just as Shadowheart opened her mouth and forcing her to belt out an appreciative moan. His hammers went to work, thumping into her with a monotonous but hard, and deeply satisfying rhythm that sent chills up her spine. Her thighs were quaking within seconds, her mouth hanging open as drool poured from the corner of her trembling lip. She drank in every bellhammer strike of his hard cock as each one resounded against her core and knocked loose the knots of tension in her body. His dick unraveled her over the course of seconds and minutes until she was collapsed back on the cold floor, reduced to gasping, shuddering growls. Her ripe, gushing cunt drank in every hard, lewd smack of the goblin’s hips and coated his dripping thickness in liquid sin.

Shadowheart hated how into it she was but, as she was pried open and forced to cum, she ultimately knew she didn’t care. She let the goblin split her wide open and belt a scream out of her gooey core, feeling his curved dick in all its glory as he buried it in her.

It pulsed with a lewd ultimatum.

“How’s ‘bout it?” Glak hissed, “How’s ‘bout we see if a gobbo and ‘n elf can have a kiddy?”

Shadowheart felt her stomach twist into a knot as his cock throbbed and twitched. He was clearly about to cum; about to empty his heavy balls in her, and for a second she didn’t give a damn. Then her reason came rushing back to her, and she felt her blood freeze.

“No!” she stammered, “No, we-!”

He thrust into her again, drawing her to near-orgasm before coming to a dead stop. Her body screamed its desire for release, even as her mind reeled with horror at the thought of him cumming inside her. Shadowheart tried to recall if she’d ever heard of a goblin and a human or elf having a child, but she honestly had no idea. And as she tried to dig deeper, she only felt him thrust gently but firmly up into her, prodding her brain and making her cunt ache.

“I know you wan’ it.” Glak grinned.

“I-!” Shadowheart grit her teeth, “I don’t!”

“You want a little gobbo kiddy, dontcha?”

I just wanna cum! Shadowheart screamed in her head. Her cunt dragged against his cock to get a taste, but he pressed down on her womb to stop it.

“Just-!” she snarled, “Just get it over with!”

Glak paused.

Then grinned.

“Good enough for me!” with that, he pounded her into the stones and made her scream into her hands as she clapped them over her mouth. Shadowheart let loose every moan and groan and wail and mewling she had, muffling them with her hands until the orgasm made her eyes roll back. She felt Glak stab and stab and stab until finally he buried his orgasming member in her gushing pussy. Cum flooded her as she shuddered and her brain twisted into a knot, heat and warmth and wet and creaminess becoming all she could perceive until the bath of pleasure sank away from her, leaving her a trembling, empty mess on the ground. 

Glak’s semen cock slipped out of her gaped cunt with a pop as he stumbled back and landed on his ass on the ground, some jizz still leaking from his head.

“Fuck me…” he murmured, “Gonna have t’make sure we don’ eat the next elf we catch.” he shakily stood back to his feet and slapped her quivering thigh, “This is way more fun!”

Shadowheart felt her womb get pervaded with goblin cum, her head still buzzing as she tried to piece together just what in the fuck she’d done. The last hour had been eaten up by this perverse, little creature and even as she hated him with every fiber of her being, she couldn’t bring herself to think about killing him anymore.

Breathlessly, she stared up at him, her fingers tracing down to her womb.

A silent invitation was read in her dark, glittering eyes.

Another round?

After all - as her fingertips lingered on her stomach - she realized his first load had surely knocked her up. It was too potent; too virile; too damn hot not to. So it wasn’t as if a second or third could make things any worse.

Right?

Notes:

For some reason I'm struggling to think of more situations in which Shadowheart can get railed by goblins. If you have any ideas for that or ideas for other good NPCs/creatures to pair her with lemme know. There's an untapped gold mine of ugly bastard/monsterfucker fics in BG3 and I aim to strike the motherload.