Lyssandra activated the skill. A line appeared on her character interface:
[Status] Pregnant.
She read the line and stood there, her mind a chaotic storm of thoughts.
She couldn't focus on any single one, only the fact that a new life was growing inside her, making her body jittery with an overwhelming mix of emotions.
But somewhere deep inside, she was glad. Perhaps even… satisfied.
Her LIB stats at 100, were clearly affecting her, but in the end, she was content with this turn of events.
"What's done is done," she murmured, running her hand over her bulging belly. "I can't take it back now."
She wondered if the child would be a boy or a girl… or better yet, like her.
"If it's a girl, the things i can do to her…" The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she shook her head forcefully, trying to expel the lustful, dirty ideas from her mind.
She composed herself, adjusted her outfit, and decided to leave the matter for now.
Yet deep within her mind, something stirred—a dark, creeping tendril that curled and writhed, whispering, "ToO sOoN."
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"So hungry."
The only thing consuming her mind was hunger.
She squirmed on the dirt floor, her body trembling as her stomach roared. Since she had committed the grave taboo, the Great One had forbidden her from eating. Two days had passed, but to her, it felt like an eternity.
The vegetable fields where other goblins were tending to the mushrooms and potatoes were just beyond the edge of her vision. She could almost smell the earthy scent of the food, the promise of sustenance.
She had begged them a few times before, but only with words of course. Her body? Was already bound to the Great One; she would never dare use it to barter for food.
But no one had the courage to disobey the Great One's command. Their minds were still haunted by the sight of their burning kin, writhing in flames, dying in the most terrible way.
A week had passed, but those memories were still as vivid as if they had happened yesterday.
She endured. Her short, dark hair was tangled and sticky with sweat and dirt. Her lips were cracked, not from a lack of water, but from hunger. Her eyes were sunken, their green hue dull and lifeless.
She tried to sleep, but the pain of her empty stomach kept her awake. Two days without sleep, her body aching with every movement.
"I can't take it anymore," she whispered. "It hurts… everything is so dizzy. I even forget my name."
"My name?"
"Yes my name, what was it?"
She closed her eyes, struggling to recall it. Her mind was hazy, the words slipping away like smoke.
"My name is… Naya."
But as the hunger gnawed at her, one thing remained certain.
She was starving.
Then, the time had finally come. Her punishment was over, and she could eat once more.
She rose unsteadily, each step feeling like dragging a mountain on her back, the weight of every breath making her knees tremble.
"I can do it," she told herself, not daring to even speak aloud, the words locked in her chest.
Reaching the Great One's hut was a trial in itself.
She pushed open the flap, and the scene before her was as always: bright, radiant, and she - the Great One undeniably was the center of attention.
She sat upon the bone throne, cradling a slime she had retrieved from the battlefield. The creature nestled into her embrace, its gelatinous form shifting with warmth and affection.
On either side, four other female goblins stood, their bellies still swollen from the Great One's essence. They chatted with her, their eyes alight with satisfaction and reverence.
Naya's face flared red with jealousy.
It should have been her.
It should have been her whose womb and belly filled to brim with the Great One's essence.
She clenched her fists, the weight of her hunger and resentment burning in her chest.
But she did not voice it. She could not.
All she could do was serve as a vessel, a silent, obedient servant.
Then, halfway to the throne, her legs gave out. She fell to the ground with a soft thud, her palms scraping against the rough, earthy ground.
Pain flashed through her arms, but she didn't stop. She pushed herself forward, crawling on her knees, the dirt and grit biting into her skin.
Her breath was ragged, her heart pounded like a war drum. Her fingers scraped the floor, digging deep into the earth with every inch she managed to push herself forward.
She could feel her muscles burning, her bones aching, but she did not stop.
Her eyes locked on the Great One, her destination. No pain, no exhaustion, nothing could stop her from reaching the throne.
She was going to survive.
She was going to fill herself with the Great One's essence, no matter what it took.
She moved like a creature possessed, her body twisting, crawling forward with every ounce of strength she had left.
She finally made it. Crawling to the base of the bone throne, her prize lay just before her, the magnificent cock she had longed for.
"I begged you, Great One, please let me eat," she whispered, pressing her forehead into the ground in a kowtow.
Lyssandra's eyes were cold as she looked down at the pitiful creature before her. But as the cruel sovereign and lenient goddess, she had already decided that the punishment had been enough.
She lifted her bare feet, positioning them just in front of Naya, and used them to gently lift Naya's head. The goblin looked up, tears already welling in her eyes as she stared at Lyssandra's intricate toes. The urge to suck them was overwhelming, and without a second thought, she did so.
Her lips wrapped around the toes, her tongue tracing the arches and creases, as if they were the most precious of treats.
After a while, Lyssandra lifted Naya's chin with her feet and forced her to meet her gaze. "I forgive you. Now you may eat."
No more words were needed. Naya lunged forward, her body a blur of movement as she attacked Lyssandra's cock.
With each powerful suck, her lips molded to the thick, veiny shaft. Her tongue curled around it, sliding up and down, licking the mushroom-like head with fervor. She kissed the sensitive tip, her mouth moving like a hunger-driven animal, desperate to suck the precum out of it.
Her hands clutched the base of the shaft, guiding it deeper into her mouth, her throat adjusting to the size. She sucked with all her might, the texture and scent of Lyssandra's cock filling her senses.
She worked the cock with relentless energy, her movements hungry and unrelenting. Her lips, her tongue, her fingers—all were consumed by the need to take more, to claim it.
Naya took it deeper and deeper, until the majority of Lyssandra's cock was already inside her.
She glanced around, but the four other female goblins were staring at her in shock, their faces frozen in surprise, as if they hadn't expected her to do something like that.
But she ignored them. She was almost there, just a few centimeters more, and she could reach the Great One's balls, feeling them with her tongue while the rest of the massive cock filled her stomach.
But she struggled.
"I… I can't breathe."
She realized only then that her windpipe had been completely blocked by the enormous cock, and she was suffocating.
Naya pulled her mouth away from Lyssandra's cock, gasping for air. Before she could pull out, a pair of hands seized her head and pushed it back.
"Who said you could do that?" a wicked voice purred.
Naya looked up and saw the cruel amusement in Lyssandra's eyes.
Without giving her a chance to breathe, Lyssandra thrust her hips forward, driving the massive cock straight into Naya's face.
Naya's nose pressed against Lyssandra's underbelly, and the sheer force of the intrusion sent a shudder through her body.
Her eyes rolled back, only the whites visible. Her crotch had been soaked with juices before, but now a torrent of love juice poured out, flooding the ground in a thick, translucent pool.
Lyssandra let out a satisfied laugh as Naya's body went limp, her mind lost in the sheer overwhelming pleasure.