From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem
Chapter 86: Finally...Rest.

Chapter 86: Finally...Rest.

The pounding had been so relentless, so mind-shatteringly filthy, she couldn’t even feel her body anymore.

It was like she’d left her flesh behind and floated somewhere above, watching herself get wrecked.

Her ass cheeks? Red as a sinner’s confession.

Her kitty? Swollen, raw, still twitching in little helpless spasms.

Her milkers? Marked up with angry bite prints, sore from being mauled like sacred offerings.

Her lips were puffed and glistening, bruised from hours of sucking and stretching around that monstrous cock.

She turned her head slowly, dazed eyes drifting to the side.

Rae lay there, passed out in bliss. Breathing soft.

Peaceful as a baby—if babies had ruined wives and a cock that looked like a shrunken but still menacing insect.

Even in its defeated state, the damn thing was still bigger than Alex’s pride and joy.

’W-whatever. I did it for the innocent Rae to come back. Yes... that’s it.’

She told herself the lie, clinging to it like a holy scripture as she wobbled her hand down between her thighs.

Her fingertips grazed her poor pussy—wet, sore—and she scooped up a smear of slick green liquid.

She sniffed it. Sweet. Bitter. Forbidden.

’It is... a bittersweet ending.’

Her eyes fluttered closed, lashes damp with exhaustion and something else.

’Yes. I did this because I’m the only one who can handle that monster.’

’That’s right. It’s not like I wanted to get fucked into a drooling mess—no way in hell. There was no choice.’

’What if that monster had been unleashed on the outside?’

’What if he’d ruined some poor woman’s pussy forever?’

She let out a tiny, shuddering sigh.

’No... I saved them. I took it all. For the greater good.’

Her body throbbed in agreement, sticky and spent.

’Yes... that’s... right...’

’It’s a good thing I stopped him.’

’Yes. Yes. That’s the right thinking.’

’I did this because I’m a hero. Not because I wanted to get fucked stupid and satisfied...’

She nodded to herself, her messy hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks. Conviction. Totally unshakable.

Then, with her face still flushed and her body leaking, she brought that glistening finger up and slipped it past her swollen lips, licking it clean with a soft little hum.

’Damn... he came too much... My womb feels like it’s overflowing.’

But she wasn’t panicking. Not even a little. No racing heart. No shame.

It wasn’t like she was going to get pregnant.

Please. If she’d been some ordinary woman, she’d be knocked up on the spot, ruined for life with a belly full of goblin spawn.

But she wasn’t ordinary. She was a healer.

She knew every spell to cleanse, seal, and keep her womb her own.

’Is this going to be my destiny each time this bastard crawls out of his hole?’

She shook her head, eyelids heavy, thighs still trembling with aftershocks.

’No... I can’t think about that now.’

She needed rest. Strength. Enough energy to cast her cleansing spells.

With one last twitch and a tiny, satisfied sigh, she let herself collapse into the wrecked bedding, mind drifting off into dark, sticky dreams.

...

Celeste sat cross-legged in a rigid lotus position, as if sheer discipline could anchor her spiraling thoughts.

The icy aura around her crackled and churned, swirling like a thousand translucent blades hungry to carve up the air itself.

This wasn’t normal.

She was usually the calmest among them.

The cool-headed pillar when everyone else was losing their spines.

The unflinching one, even when standing eye to eye with monsters like the Goblin King.

But that was before.

Before she’d laid eyes on him—that young goblin with the same damn spear the Goblin King had wielded like a divine scepter.

Inside her mind, the memory replayed on a vicious loop.

The way he moved—fluid and unsettling, as if the spear was just another limb he’d been born with.

The way he shifted his weight, every step precise and predatory.

She’d studied countless warriors, memorized thousands of forms, but nothing prepared her for that unhurried confidence.

And that, more than anything, made her shiver.

He was so damn nonchalant.

Unbothered. Standing there like some lazy god of war who couldn’t be arsed to pretend he was impressed.

Even when faced with six of the kingdom’s strongest heroes...

The same six who had defeated his king, burned his village to smoking embers, shackled half his people into cages, then exiled the other half deep into the forest.

And he looked like he was just stretching before a nap.

’What the hell is he?’

She’d tried everything.

Coaxing, threats, cold stares that could freeze marrow, to squeeze answers out of the ragged goblin survivors.

To pry some hidden secret about their dethroned king, their forbidden techniques.

But all she’d gotten were blank stares and mumbled confusion.

Because even they didn’t know.

She sighed and shook her head, pale hair stirring in the cold.

Months.

It had been months since they began this hunt. Endless searching. Dead ends. Half-baked rumors and worthless trails.

And all of it had been fruitless—until that night.

’That spear he was wielding... it’s definitely the Goblin King’s.’

There was no mistaking it. She knew exactly what that weapon could do—had studied every scrap of lore, every old report.

’Does this mean we really defeated the Goblin King... only for this young one to step into his place as successor?’

Her thoughts tangled into a knot of questions, all sharp and impossible.

Who was he?

How did he move like that?

Why did he look at them with that cold, disinterested stare, as if they were the insects and he was the boot?

But none of it mattered now.

’Thinking about this is useless.’

She clenched her gloved hands in her lap, feeling the frost bite her skin.

’I have to defeat him. No matter what it takes.’

Her pulse slowed, turning cool and razor-sharp.

Maybe this was it—the moment she finally stopped playing nice and cracked open the power she’d locked away.

The power she’d sworn she’d never use unless the world itself started tipping off its axis.

She’d nearly unleashed it before—had been a heartbeat away from turning the Goblin King into a smoking crater.

But her companions had stopped her, clinging to her arms, practically screaming in her ear.

"Don’t do it, Celeste! Don’t cross that line!"

So she hadn’t.

And the Goblin King had lived. Beaten, yes—but still breathing.

And now here stood another goblin—just as maddeningly calm, just as obscenely powerful, clutching that spear like he’d been born with it in his grubby green fist.

This time, she wouldn’t hesitate.

’But if I use it... then what?’

Her thoughts gnawed at her like teeth.

’What if there’s more than one of them out there?’

’More creatures like that goblin?’

’Who’s going to stop them if I’m powerless?’

That was the catch. The price no one ever talked about.

This power—her last resort—wasn’t some convenient miracle.

Once unleashed, it would strip her bare. Turn her into an ordinary woman with nothing left but her name.

No magic. No strength. No defenses.

And no guarantee her abilities would ever return.

It could take months... years... or never come back at all.

The thought left a sour taste in her mouth.

She sighed again, her breath pale in the cold air. Everything about this was wrong. Frustrating. Dangerous.

And then—

She felt it.

That familiar, suffocating presence blooming at the edge of her senses.

Her eyes snapped open, pupils narrowing.

’Darkness.’

’His darkness.’

The same force that had lured them here.

The same darkness that had dismantled their formation, broken their momentum, left them scrambling in confusion.

And now—

She could feel it pulsing in the distance, deeper in the forest. Cold and watchful.

’He’s luring us in.’

She realized, her heartbeat rising.

Just like before—same hour, same flare of malice in the air.

She rose to her feet, her cloak swirling around her legs, and stepped to the tent flap.

The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle.

’W-What does he want?’

So many questions churned in her mind, each more maddening than the last.

’What is he trying to gain?’

’Is he waiting for us to drop the protective shield, so he can pick us off one by one again?’

’Or is this something else entirely?’

Celeste pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat. No—feeling something deeper. A sharp, bruised place in her pride.

’No.’

She clenched her teeth, a cold certainty settling in her gut.

’He’s mocking us. Mocking me.’

’Fine.’

Her gaze swept the campsite, checking every shadow, every tent flap.

Not a soul was outside. Even Lily was still tending to Lyra and the others.

’This is it.’

If it was only her—if she went alone—she could still escape if it all went wrong.

If it was just her, she could make sure the others stayed safe.

She closed her hand into a tight fist, nails biting her palm.

’I won’t let him defeat us again.’

They were the last defense this kingdom had.

If they fell—if she let her own fear paralyze her—those creatures would come spilling out of the forest in an unstoppable tide.

And countless innocents would die beneath their claws and blades.

She wouldn’t allow that.

Drawing a steadying breath, she took one last look around the camp.

Still no one.

Then she slipped into the trees, cloak snapping behind her, and vanished into the darkness.

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