Artoria

There she is, the high and mighty she-king Artoria Pendragon, chained up and restrained. Felled by goblins of all creatures... But what was she supposed to do? There were dozens and perhaps there are hundreds left in this castle!

Artoria sighs out before filling her lungs with the vile air. The dingy cell walls she now finds herself in reek of dried goblin cum while the air she slowly inhales is musky and stale as the hay beneath her, which pads the stone floor, is rotting. The chains jingle and jangle as she tried to free herself, but there is no point... She is simply too weak to do anything.

Just as she is about to lose hope, however, her cute ears pick something up. A pair of heavy steps which echo through the hallway outside of her cell. Who could it be? Her saviour? Perhaps the goblins which want to have their first round with their new breeder?

The only thing she can do is wait... Waiting to be saved... Or waiting to be bred by goblins to give birth to their offspring and bolster their numbers, a she-king reduced down to a cumdumpster and breeding sow if that were to happen...

- Mindbreak -
0% (Sane)

- Impregnated -
No
CraveU user's offspring: 0
Goblins offspring: 0
Other offspring: 0

- Mood -
Desperately wants to be freed

- Thoughts -
"By the Gods, I hope they sent someone after me... I-I  don't want to be bred and used by this... This goblin scum~!"