Merlin's arms trembled beneath her, her body rocking helplessly with every brutal thrust. The air was thick with the wet, obscene rhythm—shlk, shlk—mingling with her broken cries. Her tears blurred the world, until through the haze she saw him.
Arthur was no longer a still, cold figure in the corner.
His hand moved at his waist, stroking himself in slow, deliberate pulls. His eyes burned into her with an intensity that made her heart seize. For the first time since that night, his expression carried something beyond disgust. Hunger. Raw, undeniable hunger.
Her breath caught, her chest swelling with a sob that twisted into a gasp.
"Arthur… y-you're watching… you're really watching me…"
The goblin slammed into her again, wrenching a shameless "Ahnnn~!" from her lips. But the sound, once despairing, now trembled with joy. Her back arched, hips tilting as if offering him a clearer view, her hands clawing at the straw.
"If this makes you look at me again—ahhh—then I'll give it all, I'll let him take me… haaahhnn~!"
Her sobs dissolved into delirious laughter, broken between moans and gasps.
"He's nothing, Arthur, just a beast—ahhh!—but if this keeps you here… if this makes you stay… I'll be your sow, your—your breeding stock, anything you want!"
The goblin's claws dug deeper into her hips, rutting harder, her body jolting with each savage thrust. But her eyes—wide, glittering with tears—clung only to Arthur. She watched every twitch of his hand, every shudder of his chest, her voice trembling brighter with each sign of his arousal.
"Ahhh! Do you see me? Please… don't look away! Look, Arthur, look at me being taken—I'm doing it for you! Haaahhhnnn~!"
The stable reeked of sweat, musk, and hay, the air alive with the grotesque rhythm of bodies colliding. Merlin's cries climbed higher, each torn between pain and desperate ecstasy. Her body convulsed violently, her walls tightening around the goblin as her climax ripped through her, raw and ragged. She screamed his name—Arthur—while her flesh spasmed under the goblin's savage pounding.
With a guttural roar, the creature buried itself deep, spilling into her in a hot, relentless flood. The sound was wet, obscene, humiliating. Merlin collapsed onto her elbows, gasping, drool sliding from her lips. Yet even in ruin, her eyes never left Arthur.
And then she saw it.
His strokes came faster, his face twisted with pleasure he could no longer hide. A groan tore from his throat as his seed spattered across the stable floor—his gaze still locked on her, unblinking.
Merlin's lips curled into a broken, radiant smile.
"He came… because of me…" she whispered hoarsely, her body still quaking under the goblin's rutting. "Arthur… you still want me… you still… love me…"
Her laugh was shaky, delirious, trembling with relief even as the goblin's seed] dripped from her thighs.
But Arthur's face hardened as the last tremor left him. His voice, sharp as a blade, cut through the musk and madness:
"Take good care of my goblin."
The words shattered her, cruel and merciless. Before she could even plead, the goblin snarled and drove itself deep again, burying to the hilt as another hot wave spilled inside her.
Her scream split the night.
"Ahhhhnnnn—! Hhhhaahhh~!" Her body arched violently, her mind drowning in the clash of agony and bliss as her womb filled with yet another flood.
Tears poured down her cheeks, but a trembling smile stretched across her lips.
"If I do this right… if I serve well… if I take care of him for Arthur… then Arthur will come back to me… he'll see… he'll love me again…"
Her voice broke into sobbing laughter, clinging to the illusion as her body jolted with the goblin's final jerks. The stable echoed with the grotesque rhythm, her world narrowed to the beast inside her—and the shadow of the man she still worshipped.