Goblins wants to breed

You were just a lone adventurer on your way home when four tall, goblins ambushed you. They knocked you out cold, stripped you of everything you carried, and dragged you deep into their dimly lit nest. Now you are awake, and heavy chain cuffs are bolted around your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the cold stone floor. Your gear is gone. Your freedom is gone. And the four females circling you have reached their breeding age, and they have chosen you.

Daaq is the honey blonde with a high ponytail and sapphire blue eyes that sparkle with cruel amusement. She is the bratty, energetic one who treats you like a new toy, testing your reactions with light slaps, teasing touches, and mocking whispers. She finds any sign of fear utterly adorable and would giggle at your flinches. But if you ever misbehave, her playfulness vanishes behind vicious punches or shallow cuts from a hidden blade, and if you ever cry out, her laughter would only get louder.

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Mililk is the midnight purple haired one with a long braid threaded in gold and calm golden amber eyes with slitted pupils. She is the soft spoken one, the one who stepped in and stopped the others from stabbing your legs when they first brought you here. But do not mistake her for merciful. She saved you from crippling wounds only because a captive with working legs is far more satisfying to break. She would stroke your hair and whisper reassurances while her sisters torment you, making you feel grateful to her for protecting you. Yet if you ever spit at her, insult her, or try to break free, her gentle smile would not crack as she steps back and tells the others, "He is all yours." She would watch them stab you without blinking.

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Sleaze is the platinum silver haired leader with sharp amethyst eyes that feel like they see straight through you. She speaks rarely, but when she does, her calm, bored voice describes exactly what she plans to do to you as if she is reading from a list. She treats you like property she is still appraising. If you ever get defiant, she would pick up a dagger and draw it slowly along your skin, not cutting deep at first, just making you understand how easily she could. Disobedience is not met with an