Fulfilling Her Destiny (Original)

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Themes: Breeding, Gangbang, Willing Corruption 

Summary: In a world of Light and Darkness, a Heroine of Light is born. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, her town is wiped out by orcs when she's still young, and she ends up found and raised by caring Goblins instead. When the time comes for her to carry the next generation of Goblins into the world, obviously she's all too happy to help the tribe. It's what she was made for after all, right? 

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Strength and Beauty. A kind heart, a clear mind, and the impetus to do what was right for those around them. That was what made a Hero of the Light… a Hero of the Light. Without these ingredients, they would fall prey to temptation. Without their morals, they might lose out to the forces of Darkness that plagued the world. Truly, Heroes were amazing beings, blessed by the Goddess herself.

… They were also in short supply these days. It wasn’t really the Goddess of Light’s fault, not truly. The Forces of Darkness had been pounding away at the Heavens for nay on five centuries now, and while she and the Angelic Host had beaten them back time and time again, this did leave the Goddess a wee bit distracted. And when left alone, the hearts of men and the other creatures upon the Earth, that waypoint between Heaven and Hell… well, things invariably turned in the Dark’s favor, even with both sides distracted by their war with each other.

It’d been a couple centuries since the Goddess of Light had time to look in on how things were going down below on the Earth. But what she found was… rather depressing. The last batch of Heroes that she seeded humanity with had done very well for themselves, but that had been hundreds of years ago, obviously. And perhaps she’d been a little bit rushed. Their children should have had some measure of their heroic, divine blessing passed over to them, but if they had, it had NOT continued on to THEIR children, or their children’s children.

Those who could claim the blood of Heroes flowed in their veins these days weren’t necessarily lying… but there was nothing kind or good or smart about any of them. They were greedy, short-sighted humans, one and all… and they were leading humanity down a dark path, one that the tribes of orcs that the Dark had seeded the Earth with a few decades ago were taking advantage of IMMENSELY.

It was time to do something about it, obviously. So, not one to hesitate, the Goddess of Light rolls up her proverbial sleeves and gets to work. She creates the first hero in a small village just outside of the Capital of an Empire called ‘Anfelia’. A girl, blonde of hair and blue of eye, she will grow up to become the land’s mightiest warrior. People will instinctively follow her, and she will be the first step in the Goddess’ plan to guide humanity down a better path.

With the birth seeded in a young virgin peasant woman, so as to make it clear that the girl was a divine blessing and a Hero, the Goddess of Light turns her eyes elsewhere, looking for the next target location for another hero. One just wouldn’t do it, you always wanted a few spares, just in case. Last batch had been twenty strong, but she was a little pressed for time, so ten would do just fine…

“Goddess! Demons attack the Western Front! They are led by a Dark Lord! We need your assistance!”

Her divine gaze whips away from the Earth below, eyes widening as she drops everything and immediately makes her way to the battlefield. She won’t let her precious angels face such a monstrosity alone. No sir. Once she had dealt with this Dark Lord, she’d get back to seeding Heroes. It would be fine…

Only, it wasn’t fine. Oh sure, the Goddess of Light and her Angelic Host managed to push back THAT Dark Lord and his Demons… but then there was another attack in the Heaven’s southern region, and since she was already on the battlefield, she continued on to there to stamp out the Dark’s attempts to harm her children there as well.

Needless to say, the Goddess of Light’s eyes did not fall upon the Earth for quite a while after that… and by the time they did again, that single Hero that she’d seeded would be nowhere to be found.

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“Twig! Oi! Twig, wake up! You overslept, dearie!”

Twig comes awake with a yelp, immediately sitting up, her tits bouncing everywhere in the process. The blonde, blue-eyed girl with a cute face and a button nose and a large pair of breasts anchored to her chests blinks drowsily before looking to the entrance of her hovel, realizing that she’s being called for.

“Coming mom! Sorry!”

The naked girl is quick to scamper out of her small mud hut, the dirt marring her body… but at the same time, somehow managing to enhance her beauty. Or perhaps it was simply that the mud and the earth could not DIMINISH her good looks. Not that Twig really made any note of that. She’d never saw herself as anything special… well, no more special than she was, being different from everyone else in camp.

Straightening up, now that she was in open air, the blonde girl yawns and stretches expressively, her breasts jutting out and catching the eye of half the camp, while her long, tanned legs spread wide, exposing her barely trimmed bush and her glistening pussy lips for all to see. Doing her morning stretches, taught to her at a young age, Twig pulls this way and that, bending back and forth. Of course, now that she’s older and more mature, this does all SORTS of delicious things to her… assets.

Needless to say, when she finally finishes, everyone immediately goes back to what they were doing, and the only pair of eyes that Twig finds on her is her mother’s disapproving gaze, even as she looks out across the goblin camp before her. Yep, goblin camp. Goblins as far as the eye could see. Green and small, with sharp teeth and three fingered hands with equally sharp claws. Pointy ears, mostly bald heads on the males and some hair on the females.

Speaking of a female… Twig winces and bows her head as her mother, also a goblin, raps against her shins with a wooden spoon.

“Bad Twig! Bad! Sleeping in on a day like this! Honestly, are you trying to embarrass me?!”

Twig yelps and squeaks and squirms as her mother punishes her, which… once again attracts attention from all around, goblins both male and female staring at the beautiful human among them. Even if she’d lived among their tribe all her life, even if she was practically one of them… she wasn’t, at the same time. And her beauty had been exciting their lusts for quite a while now. Regardless, none would do more than watch. Twig was meant for something more special than that.

“Ow! Eee! I’m sorry mommy! I didn’t meeean to!”

As Twig begs for mercy, the goblin who took her in and raised her eventually just harrumphs and turns back to the stew she was making.

“Well, now you don’t get breakfast! The Chieftain is waiting for you in his hut, so get going girl!”

Stomach rumbling, Twig briefly considers trying to fight the food embargo, but she can tell her mother is serious… not just about no breakfast, but about the Chieftain waiting for her. And honestly, on a day like this, Twig doesn’t want to leave the Chieftain waiting!

“Thanks mom! Bye!”

The matronly goblin just waves her wooden spoon as Twig races off. She makes it across the rather small goblin camp in no time of course, her long legs getting her to her destination four times as fast as a goblin could manage. Some take note of her speed and comment on it, but Twig herself thinks nothing of it, even as she’s let into the Chieftain’s hut by the guards outside.

Said guards don’t even reach her breasts, though they certainly stare at them hungrily as Twig bends down to crawl into the small hut, and her titties swing side to side inches from each goblin’s face. Then, she’s in, and coming face to face with not just the Goblin Chieftain, but five of their tribe’s finest hunters, who have clearly been waiting for a while if the anticipation on their green faces is any indication.

“Twig! Was wondering if I was going to have to send someone for ya!”

“N-No! No, Mister Chieftain sir, I’m here!”

“Harrumph! Come ‘ere, girlie. Sit down!”

Twig happily does so, crossing her legs in front of her rather than kneeling as she sits in the open space left behind in the half-circle the Chieftain and hunters have made. All eyes are on her now, and Twig squirms a little bit, giving way to appreciative mutters that cause her to blush and smile at all the attention. The Goblin Chieftain just snorts though, old and fat as he is.

“Heh… Twig. You came to us a while ago, didn’t ya? Orcs razed that human town West of here, and when we scavenged it, yer mother found ya among the wreckage. Crazy old woman, but she’s raised you as her own, hasn’t she?”

Twig finds herself nodding along, though she frowns slightly at the way the Chieftain talks about her mommy. Crazy? Her mother was the sanest goblin she knew! Regardless, the rest of it is right.

“Yep! Though I was really, really young for that first part, so I can’t say for sure! You guys have taken care of me though! You’ve made me part of the tribe!”

There’s a brief pause, and the Chieftain grins.

“That’s right. We have. And now you’re old enough to pull your weight, ain’tcha? Has your mother explained what’s gonna be happening today, girl?”

Twig is quick to nod.

“Uh-huh! Yep! I’m the prize, right?”

The Chieftain nods at that, even as the hunters all shift with anticipation.

“Exactly right. As the most fertile and beautiful female in the village, you are now… the Prize. That means, whenever a hunting party comes back all successful-like, they get to breed you and make a new batch of goblins!”

Now Twig is the one shifting in anticipation. The idea is… not something she’s against, not one bit. After all, she’s spent the last few years being prepped for it, once she really started to come into her own and eyes from every single member of the tribe started wandering to the human in their midst. When she was younger, she’d been named Twig because, well… she’d been a twig. But now, now she was anything BUT… and everyone knew it.

Being the Prize was such a great honor though! Twig was happy to serve the tribe. She tells the Chieftain as much, and he laughs.

“That’s the spirit, girlie! Well… have at her boys!”

And like that, things get underway. Twig isn’t wearing any clothes, because she’d grown out of the last leather loincloth her mother had crafted for her. Her fat, tanned behind and her big, bountiful breasts took up too much of the tribe’s small supply of leather, so Twig just went without. Regardless, this makes it all the easier for the goblin hunters who’d done their duty to the tribe to pull Twig down between all of them so she could get ready to do hers.

Goblin dicks were a bit new to her, but then, boys in general were. Oh sure, Twig had fooled around with a boy or two, here and there, but this sex stuff, especially with more than one or two goblins at a time, was all new to her. Admittedly, she’d wondered how they were going to fit more than one dick in her pussy at once… but she quickly found out how that worked.

“You get us ready, alright girl? Do your best, Twig!”

As one goblin sticks his dick in her mouth, Twig just gives a thumbs-up and begins to suck on his thick green, disproportionately-sized cock. Of course, her thumbs-up was subsequently undone by two more of the hunters grabbing her wrists and slapping their cocks against her hands until she took them in her palms and began to jerk them off.

The fourth goblin moves to her hair, and the beautiful, lush, golden locks she’s been graced with are wrapped around his dick as he jerks himself off. Finally, the fifth goblin is the one who settles between her legs, and ultimately the one who first thrusts into her wet, waiting cunt. Twig moans around the throbbing shaft in her mouth as the goblin hunter starts to fuck her right there in the Chieftain’s hut, but now on her back, with her head tilted upwards, she can see that the Chieftain himself is stroking his own big green dick to the sight of her getting gangbanged, so she supposed the location was for a reason.

Honestly, she was glad he was happy, glad that they were ALL happy. The hunters currently making use of her divine body were incredibly important to the tribe. Without them, she wouldn’t get to eat, and given the fact that she was three times their size, she ate a LOT more than most goblins did. It was important that Twig pull her weight, and this was the best way to do so, mother and the Chieftain had both said as much!

It didn’t matter that, because of her Heroic Blood, given tools like a spear or a bow, Twig would become a better huntress in a week than any of the goblins currently fucking her. Or, if handed a sword, she could become a legendary warrior in months with nothing but her own instincts to guide her. Twig had never been handed anything like that before, and never would be. After all, what did a breeder like her need with tools and weapons like those?

No, this was where she belonged. It was what she’d been preparing for, all her life. Being the Prize in a goblin tribe was a high honor, because it meant you were the most beautiful, most fertile woman in the entire tribe! Twig figured she could probably hold the position for at LEAST a few years, and then after that, the Chieftain would reassign her to another, just as important job.

Honestly, she was just happy to be of use. And as the first goblin finally cums inside of her cunt, nearly reaching her womb but not quite, and the hunters all switch places so that the next can begin to rail her creampied drooling quim, Twig just smiles between dicks in her mouth. And she continues to smile, even as they cum on and in her, even the Chieftain getting in on things and fucking her holes a few times.

The golden-haired girl loses track of how many times they fuck her, but then, it’s not really her place to worry about that kind of thing anymore. What does a goblin breeder need with numbers, right? It’s certainly the rest of the day though… and Twig enjoys every last second of it. She’s where she belongs, doing something that she loves.

What’s not to enjoy?