As a Goblin, I will have a harem

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Seeing Freya in such a state, Lorraine's emotions were difficult to express in words.

Watching her refuse to give up despite the despair, Lorraine felt an unusual sensation stir in his chest.

Perhaps this is the thrill of playing with prey?

No wonder Freya was so addicted; it turns out that watching the prey beg is such an intriguing experience.

A faint smile appeared on Lorraine's lips, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "Well, I'll give you another choice…"

At these words, Freya's heart seemed to leap, and her eyes sparkled with hope—hope rekindled from the depths of despair.

"Really… really?!" She exclaimed.

Her voice trembled with disbelief and joy, as if she had grasped her last chance.

"Thank you so much. When I get back, I'll have my father reward you well!"

However, the playful smile on Lorraine's face did not fade. His eyes remained deep and inscrutable, hiding some unknown secret.

In this tent, Freya's fate was already in Lorraine's hands.

"The other option I give you is the red-hot iron rod."

Lorraine's words were as chilling as ice in the middle of winter, causing Freya's heart to plunge back into the abyss.

She watched as Lorraine walked towards the campfire outside the tent. When he re-entered, he held a red-hot iron rod, once used to tend the flames.

At that moment, Freya's heart nearly stopped beating.

Lorraine's smile remained cold, as though he was savoring the despair that played across her face.

"I'll give you one last chance. Will you choose this red-hot iron rod or my rod?"

His voice was calm and indifferent, as though he were discussing something as mundane as the weather.

But for Freya, it was a cruel choice, one representing nothing but endless pain and humiliation.

Freya stood motionless. Her heart, which had just been filled with hope, was now shattered, drowned in despair once more.

Her beautiful eyes, once full of pride, were now dull and lifeless.

She never imagined that the "choice" Lorraine would offer her would be so inhumane, so cruel.

Freya's body began to tremble. Every breath felt like torture.

Her eyes were fixed on the two rods, and the panic and helplessness in her chest reached its peak.

At that moment, she was not only terrified for her body, but for her dignity and future as well.

She tried to swallow the bitterness in her mouth, lifting her head with great difficulty, searching Lorraine's face for even a trace of pity.

But what she met were his unreadable eyes and his mocking smile.

Freya's heart grew cold. She understood now that, in this cruel game, she had no choice but to accept her fate.

At that moment, Freya's spirit broke completely.

Her once noble, untouchable status now seemed so fragile in the face of such cruel reality.

She knew, deep down, that no matter which stick she chose, the outcome would be pain and shame beyond her ability to endure.

On the verge of total despair, Freya's soul seemed to wither away.

'Maybe if I satisfy this perverted monster's demands, he will let me go. As long as I return to the kingdom alive, I'll make sure my father sends troops to destroy this forest!'

Under Lorraine's pressure, Freya stopped resisting. She closed her eyes as if accepting her fate.

A lowly goblin was about to violate her, the high and mighty first princess of the kingdom.

The thought filled her with overwhelming shame.

"Ah, you've taken too long. It seems it's returned to its original state. I think I'll use the red-hot iron rod after all."

Lorraine saw Freya's disdainful expression and raised the iron rod, waving it in front of her.

Realizing what he meant, Freya quickly lowered herself to the ground and began breathing heavily, like an obedient servant.

"Please… Master, please give Freya your orders…"

"Is that all?"

At Lorraine's words, Freya trembled, her face flushed. She gritted her teeth and allowed Lorraine to do whatever he wished.

Watching Freya's performance, Lorraine's breathing grew heavier.

He waved his hand, motioning for her to lift her head and turn around, keeping the puppy-like submissiveness.

"Freya, do you know? There are two hardest things in the world. One is diamond, and the other is a goblin who can speak human language."

Lorraine stood behind Freya, his hot breath against her ear as he whispered.

Hmm?

Freya knew that diamond was a rare and precious mineral, often used by nobles as decoration or in the making of magic wands, which helped channel magic more efficiently. It was considered one of the hardest substances in the world.

But why would a goblin who could speak human language be one of the hardest things in the world?

Wait… isn't he talking about the goblin in front of her who can speak human language?!

What does this mean?

Soon, Freya understood Lorraine's meaning.

"You… you are too…"

At that moment, Freya's mind was a complete mess. She could no longer think clearly.

Even speaking had become impossible.

She never imagined that Lorraine, though barely a meter tall, hardly reaching her waist when standing, could possess such outstanding abilities.

Freya had never imagined that even the heroes from the picture books in the castle's library were no match for the goblin standing before her, named Lorraine.

"Look at this thick butt~" Seeing the thick a*s of Freya, Lorraine smiled, touched it and then spanked tightly making her moan in pain.

Spank!

"Hihghhhhh!"

"Hahahah!" Lorraine laughed, held her a*s from both sides and spread it, revealing Freya'a hairless vagina and ass hole.

"Heheheh! I am going to enjoy this slutty vagina!" Lorraine said with a wide smile making his already monstrous looks more monstrous.

"P-Please! Please let me go! I beg you!" Freya asked with anger and disguist but suddenly something big and hard entered inside her vagina, making her moan loudly in pain.

"HNGHHHHHHHHH!"

"Heheheh~ I love it!" With a evil smile, Lorraine said feeling his cock inside Freya's tight vagina. Then without any mercy he started thrusting inside her vagina like a wild beast, holding her waist tightly, digging his nails inside her butt.

Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap!

"Grhhhhhh! Please have mercy! Ahhhhhhh!"

Freya was moaning in agony and pain but in pleasure also. She was hating the fact that she was feeling pleasure while being viloted by a filthy goblin but knowing that she couldn't do anything, she could only moan while being violated by Lorraine.

Lorraine's veins bulged as he continued to strike Freya—not with his arms, but with his cock.

Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap!

"Aaaaaah~ Hinghhhhh~ Please! Ohhhhhhh~"

Freya collapsed to her knees, while saliva was coming out of her mouth. Lorraine was thrusting from behind while hugging her waist tightly, licking her back with a wide smile, savouring her taste.

"Hahahaha! I am going to fill you womb with my thick cum!"

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Meanwhile, inside the castle of Gray Kingdom.

At that moment, Joey sat with his gentle mother, who spoke lovingly of Freya— the good girl who was soon to be wed to Joey.

"Dear Joey, you know that Freya is such a lovely girl. Soon, you two will be married."

Joey's mother spoke gently as she stroked the back of his hand, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and joy.

"Although the land controlled by the King of Giorar is not as vast as that of our Gray Kingdom, the precious iron ore resources in their kingdom are exactly what we urgently need."

She continued, her tone revealing her deep consideration for the family's future.

"My dear, you should have learned from the teacher that although the territory of the Kingdom of Giorar is barren and its iron ore resources are cheap due to inconvenient transportation, this is precisely the key to our marriage with them..."

"Our Gray Kingdom can provide them with the necessary support, so the power of our two kingdoms can be consolidated."

Joey's mother continued, her eyes shining with hope for the future.

The tension in Joey's heart had dissipated, replaced by an acceptance and expectation of this marriage. The close connection between the two families' territories and the frequent exchanges between family members made this marriage seem both natural and necessary.

Joey recalled that ever since he was a child, he had been captivated by Freya's gentle and kind nature.

Her image in his heart was that of an angel, pure and glorious.

Every time he thought of her, Joey's heart would be filled with warmth and joy.

"Mom, you're right. Freya is indeed a special girl... I remember when I was a child, she was always so considerate and loving."

Joey reminisced, his eyes sparkling with affection and admiration for Freya.

At that moment, his mother smiled and nodded. Her understanding and support made Joey feel more confident about the future.

"My dear Joey, I know you may have some complaints about your father. He made the decision on his own to arrange a marriage between you and Princess Freya of the Kingdom of Giorar..."

Joey's mother looked at him with deep regret. Due to the special geographical location of her husband's kingdom, it could only survive on this continent by forming an alliance with the Kingdom of Giorar.

"Mother, it's okay. In fact, I have admired Freya for a long time. I am very honored to marry her and become her husband."

Joey smiled happily. In his mind, he recalled Freya's sunny smile. Her cute little appearance could heal his whole spirit.

"So that's how it is. Oh, Holy Mother of Heaven! This is so wonderful."

Joey's mother, Alice, squinted her eyes and smiled. This was undoubtedly the best outcome for both the entire Gray Kingdom and her son Joey.

But at that moment, Joey suddenly felt a chill run down the back of his neck, and his whole demeanor began to shift.

'What's going on… I've never felt this way before.'

Joey frowned, as if something had suddenly appeared on his head.