[GOBLIN'S GLORY] Chapter 10.2 Dominance

Dink’s gasping for air was interrupted when Lady Estra suddenly lunged toward him. She grabbed his hand with both hands and pressed her lips to his. Her tongue hungrily explored the inside of his mouth, tasting her sweet nectar. She pulled back, looking deeply into his eyes with a vulnerable expression. He gave her a self-satisfied smirk.

“Now it’s my turn. Get on your knees,” Dink commanded.

“Yes,” Lady Estra breathed as she obeyed.

“Yes, what?” Dink asked as he looked down on the kneeling elven maiden.

“Yes, Master,” Lady Estra said. her body shivered after saying the words.

Dink could feel her surrender to him through the bond. She was now his, body and soul. She still desired his draconic bloodline, but now there was more to it. His expression became firm as he stared into her invigorating eyes.

“Clean me. I’m still covered in filth from the battle, and who knows what else,” Dink instructed, looking toward the transport cart. Murkuk was sitting cross-legged inside while focused on the haunch of the roast phantom cat he was eating.

“Yes, Master,” Lady Estra said eagerly.

The nape of Dink’s neck tingled as the elven maiden channelled mana. An arcane sigil appeared, hovering in the air in front of him. It bathed his body in light, removing the filth as it passed. His body felt refreshed and reinvigorated after the spell ended.

I haven’t been this clean in centuries, it’s a good feeling. The best I’ve gotten is being tossed into a wooden tub of cold water to wash the blood off me. That in itself is a rare occurrence. It only happens when my thoughts start to drift and I misjudge my cut. I’m not usually so careless.

Dink gripped a handful of the seductively kneeling elven maiden’s lustrous strawberry-blonde hair. He pulled on it to tilt her head back to face him. Her face twitched as she grabbed hold of his wrist. He slapped her across the face. She looked up at him with her teeth grit in defiance. A red tint had appeared on the flawless skin of her cheek.

“Look at me. Is there something you want to say to me?” Dink asked while holding her head still by hair.

Lady Estra squirmed as she tried to break his grip. Dink slapped her a second time, harder than the first. Forcing her to meet his gaze. Tears were welling in her eyes as she pouted with a vulnerable expression. She stopped moving and released his wrists as he felt submission through their bond.

“I said look at me. Don’t forget that I’m a monster. I will take whatever I like and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. Do you understand?” Dink asked coldly.

She nodded obediently. She flinched as Dink slapped her again. This time she prevented herself from grabbing his wrist again. Clenching her fists instead.

“Speak. I asked you a question,” Dink commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Lady Estra replied meekly.

He could smell her arousal as he felt a wave of power well inside him. His draconic bloodline was stirring in response to his lust. She felt the dragon aura wash over her, shivering with longing.

“Good. You belong to me now. My own personal fuck doll. It was fun to start with, but I won’t accept any more defiance from you. If you do it again, you will be punished. Is that understood,” Dink firmly stated.

“Yes, Master,” Lady Estra replied obediently.

“This is for your little game earlier,” Dink said as he slapped her once more.

She was facing away from him, rubbing her reddened cheek as tears streamed down her face. She refused to look in his direction. He could feel her pulsing with desire as she tentatively began to play with herself. He gave a defeated smile while gently shaking his head in bemusement.

He reached down to grip her delicate chin, turning her to face him. She returned his gaze with tear-stained defiance. Dink released her chin to slap her another time, this time with less force. He grabbed her hair once more as he tore off his loincloth. His impressive manhood stood proud in front of her hungry lips. She didn’t wait for instruction as she gripped his shaft, placing the tip against her wet tongue.

She began to dance her tongue around the head of his phallus. Holding it in place with a loose grip as she tilted her head to run her tongue along the length of his shaft. She looked into his eyes while slowly licking upward before wrapping her lips around the head. Her tongue felt amazing as it circled his manhood inside her tender red lips. Her hand maintained its loose grip as it began to slowly move in twisting up-and-down motions.

She focused on the phallus in her mouth with wild abandon. She briefly pulled her head away to wet her lips before unexpectedly spitting on the head of his phallus. She lightly placed the tip against her lips as she relaxed her throat in preparation. She suddenly dove her head down, encasing the entirety of his potent phallus, sticking her tongue out at the base of his shaft to lick his balls.

Dink moaned in pleasure as he gripped her silken hair with both hands, tilting his head back in ecstasy. He began thrusting deep into her throat. He enjoyed the wet sound it made as he fucked her face with abandon. Saliva drooled down her chin while her hands tightened into fists as she held her breath. Tears welled in her eyes as she bravely endured while his balls slapped against her chin. Dink stared into her vulnerable eyes as his breathing became ragged. She seemed to sense his building climax, pulling back to focus on dancing her tongue over his shaft and tip unpredictably. Drool stretched from his rock-hard manhood to her chin as she kissed the shaft. Moving her mouth down its length, she moved her mouth to lick underneath his balls, staring up at him with undisguised desire.

Her hands moved faster over the length of his shaft as she took his balls inside her mouth. She gently sucked as she wiggled her tongue against them. Dink’s body stiffened as his grip on her hair tightened. She quickly moved her enticing lips to encase his manhood as he climaxed. His body arched in pleasure as he thrust his phallus into the back of her throat, pulling her head toward him as he tilted his head back. His body jolted as he pumped his seed deep into her mouth.

Dink removed his phallus from her mouth, catching a glimpse of his seed resting on her tongue. Her face grimaced at the salty taste as she swallowed his load, looking up at him eagerly from her kneeling position. He admired her dishevelled appearance as he released her hair. Her lustrous strawberry-blonde hair was an absolute mess filled with knots from his hands. Her tantalizing breasts were soaked in saliva drooling from her chin. A bruised handprint was beginning to appear on her cheek from his abuse.