She withdrew her waist back, her cock slid down from the goblin ass cheeks.
Then she activated [Slime Mimicry], made it stretching from 30 cm to 60 cm in length, the girth swelling from a 5 cm diameter to 10 cm.
Now the tip hovered just in front of her pussy.
"Deep breath, it won't hurt, I will count to three."
"1…"
"2…"
Suddenly she thrust in, Thwarp!
The whole cock buried deep inside the short, silent goblin.
It stretched beyond the vagina and inside her whole stomach, pushing organs aside with ruthless power.
It surged up to her collarbone, a rod of living heat.
The goblin eyes opened wide it could fit a ping pong ball.
Her iris dilated, the black consuming the white as she looked down at her own stretched form. "I can't breath!"
Her mouth slowly opened, smaller, then wider with every ragged breath.
If she just reached down a little, she could kiss the huge bump on her collarbone caused by the intrusion.
Then came the realization.
She could feel every inch of cock filling her to the brim.
The pain was extreme. Her womb stretched to its absolute limit. "How can this possible? How am i still alive?"
Love juice flowed down the edges where the friction burned the stretched skin.
She groaned, the sound muffled by her swollen lips.
There was pleasure there, sharp and dizzying in its own right.
Endorphins flooded her body as nerves overstimulated.
She couldn't tell if she wanted to cry or come.
"I… I… can feel your heart pulse…" the silent goblin finally breathed.
"With [Flesh Conduit], it is easy to do this without harming them," Lyssandra thought.
She enjoyed the wet, warm, and tightness of the small goblin pussy.
Her fingers threaded through the dark hair on the back of the goblin.
"I can feel your heart too." she said while standing up slowly.
Literally, her cock was now rubbing the heart of the silent goblin inside.
She sat down on the bone throne with a confident smirk.
Her cock bore the full weight of the goblin's whole body.
She was dangling like a helpless fish skewered on a giant stick.
Her limbs hung loose, trembling as she moved with Lyssandra's cock.
Every sway of the goblin was mirrored inside.
The room fell silent, save for the wet slapping sounds.
The sex between Lyssandra and the silent goblin was brutal and savage.
She pushed forward again, a slow, torturous thrust.
The goblin gasped, her legs wrapping around the impossible girth for balance. "Wait…"
Without letting the goblin finish her cry came the rapid pistoning motion.
Up, down, in, out, deep inside her body and beyond the stomach.
Thump… thump…
The heart beat against the slick rod inside her.
A mix of muffled cries and shivering moans escaped the goblin's throat.
"Too much! Too much! I'm gonna die!!!"
Tears streamed from her wide crossed eyes, her body going limp yet spasming uncontrollably.
Each time Lyssandra pumped, the goblin jolted, suspended in the air like prey.
Her fingers twitched, seeking purchase that wasn't there.
It was less sex and more consumption, a biological violation that felt strangely euphoric.
She screamed again when Lyssandra pushed her neck with the weight of the throne.
"That's it… take every bit… or be crushed." Lyssandra panted.
She leaned back, pulling the silent goblin fully down onto her hips, forcing her internal organs to dance to her will.
Then Lyssandra commanded, her voice carrying absolute authority in the dim light.
Two goblin females stood aside to suck her erect nipples.
They latched onto her tits made her eyes rolled back in pleasure, drool escaping their greedy mouths as they rubbed her breasts with their hands.
She arched her back, a shiver of pure lust running from her chest down the cock protruding.
Then another goblin, knees spread wide, got down on her back, began to lick and knead the balls of Lyssandra above her puffy pink lips, using her hands and saliva to spread it thin on her tongue and on her face like a feast of flavor and lubricity.
Her body was covered in warm oil-like slime that shone, her heavy buttocks grinding back into the heat, every slide of her tongue on Lyssandra's crotch causing her eyes to twitch, her limbs to twitch and spasmodically twitch.
Lyssandra reached out, using her free hand.
Her fingers closed around the neck of the silent goblin, a gentle but firm grip.
With one fluid motion she yanked her back and forth along the axis of her cock.
Like a string pulled taut by a harpist.
In and out.
The belly bulged massively with each thrust, a rippling hill rising and sinking as if in response.
A shape visible through the stretched translucent skin under the belly button up to her throat that barely survived the weight.
The stomach itself expanded into an oval that forced her ribs outward, straining against its soft cartilaginous ribs in a way that was unnatural for a creature that could survive for so long in the heat and cold.
It moved from left to right like an egg rolling in a wave pool under pressure.
When Lyssandra thrust in hard, the skin would turn a deeper hue as it accommodated more of the deep length and circumference within its wall of living tissue.
Then her face distorted with pleasure.
With one hand still on the neck of the silent goblin and with a rough push.
"Ahnnn!!!" she screamed, the orgasm like a tide and force in a rising geyser inside her crotch that was shaking the whole throne.
She cum hard.
The vagina beneath clenched tight, wrapping the goblin tongue in a vice-like spasm.
Lyssandra's cock swelled even more, growing with an impossible magical girth to almost 70 centimeters.
It spurted out a massive number of sperm deep inside the silent goblin.
Straight into the womb, flooding it with life and essence.
Her stomach became bigger and bigger, expanding under her skin as the semen filled the chambers with pressurized milk-white fluid.
It was so big that, if she laid on her back, it would look double her original size.
A taut, swollen sphere of breeding.
The goblin's face was messed up. Her eyes bulged outwards in pain, and a combination of tears, snort, and saliva mixed with her sweat.
Her bangs were stuck to her sweaty forehead, drenching with her fluids and the hot, dripping fluid.
She felt like she was dying in a pleasure realm. A glorious death brought by a lover that was also her god and master.
But she wouldn't know that from this moment forward. From now on and perhaps to her dying day.
She couldn't live without this cock anymore. No goblin or being in the whole Dungeon would compare to her satisfaction.
No one had fucked her so thoroughly. No one had given her such a unique, terrifying sensation as she had now been touched by this cock.
Being a sex toy would be a better term for her status here.
A receptacle. A breeding doll.
Then Lyssandra took the goblin off her cock. With a twist, a slap that released the friction of skin rubbing against cock.
From the fuck she had just given, the goblin's vagina was ruined. Big. gaping. It was just too huge to even contain more, let alone what was coming from within the stretched elastic orifice.
It hung open, as her body dangled in the air held by Lyssandra.
Sperm rushed out, wave after wave of warm thick sperm running down to the open mouth of the another goblin below, eagerly catching the falling white flow of sperm and licking and gulping it.
"Who's next?" she asked after gently putting the silent goblin down. The goblin tottered on shaky legs, her massive stomach making her center of gravity impossibly low, barely able to maintain balance on the stone floor.
Her hands rubbed the soft skin of the belly as she gazed in adoration at the monster above, and so did all goblins behind her.
Then four of the other female goblins stood up straight.
Their faces eager, filled with fear but mostly lust and hope of being claimed, of being filled to the brink of death once more.
Anticipation ran thick and salty in their sweat, mingling with their sex juices as their breasts puffed, nipples already standing stiff from expectation.
The mating continued, lasting hours into the night with only a candle flickering against the wall as time ceased to matter except for one thing, sex.
Sound of pleasure, or of pleasure as though it were death, or of pain masquerading as pleasure, echoed and reverberated through the damp stone and wooden floor, blending with wet squeaks, shriek, and a wail of animalistic joy and misery.