Chapter 267 Carnal Desires

As Hermit took the lead, clutching the worn-out rope with a fear born of years spent in captivity, Suzuka followed closely. With her trailing behind him, acting as a submissive and obedient slave, they emerged from the dense forest into the open expanse before the makeshift gates of the goblin breeding farm. The sight that greeted them was one of sheer hostility.

In a matter of moments, the evil goblins, alerted to their presence, poured forth from their wretched habitat, brandishing crudely made weapons with malice in their eyes. But Hermit, with a lifetime spent in the breeding farm, knew the intricacies of their twisted customs all too well.

With a deft movement of his hands, he signaled to the guards from afar, a gesture that spoke volumes in the language of the evil goblins. Recognizing the sign, the guards lowered their weapons, a hesitant truce settling over the scene as they awaited Hermit's approach.

As they drew closer, Hermit stood tall beside Suzuka, his stance betraying none of the fear that gnawed at his insides. The evil goblin guards, their eyes fixated mostly on Suzuka's alluring figure, emitted a chorus of low growls and sinister chuckles, their depraved desires evident in the way they leered at her. Unlike goblin slaves like Hermit, these evil goblins had a taste for naughtiness, particularly when it came to females. Their vile intentions were clear in the way they leered and jeered, their twisted grins revealing rows of jagged teeth as they imagined the horrors they could inflict upon her beautiful body.

The evil goblin guard stepped forward, his demeanor oozing with malice as he sneered at Hermit, his eyes lingering hungrily on Suzuka's form. With a voice like gravel, he demanded an explanation.

"Who do ya think ya are, waltzing in here with such a good-lookin' slave? Bringing a fine piece of meat like her with you? What's the meaning of this? Talk, you little runt! Explain yourselves, or we will make you!" he growled, his breath reeking of rot as he leered at Suzuka. 

Hermit's voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation as he began to spin his tale for the evil goblin guard, his words carefully chosen to evoke sympathy and understanding.

 "Y-you see," he stammered, his eyes darting nervously between Suzuka and the guard, "our breeding farm... it was raided by mighty adventurers. Mighty warriors, they were. They fought mercilessly, they did. We... we fought bravely, but... but in the end, they were too strong. We had no choice but to flee for our lives."

His words were punctuated by a shudder of fear, his hands shaking as he recounted the harrowing events of the raid.

 "The adventurers... they were relentless. They pushed through our defenses with ease and slaughtered everyone, leaving us with no other option but to escape into the forest."

The evil goblin guard's response was a guttural snarl, his words laced with the harsh tones of their native tongue as he snarled at Hermit with a mixture of anger and disdain.

 "You ran like a coward from a fight! And now you come crawling here, begging for shelter like the pathetic weakling that you are? We don't need worthless cowards like you! You belong with the rest of the filth-ridden, shit-smeared goblin slaves, where you can bask in your cowardice! Leave the slave here and scuttle back to your wretched hole and leave us true goblins to handle our matters. We have no use for spineless cowards like you!" he hissed, his voice low and grating with rage.

Hermit's response was sly and calculated, his words dripping with deceit as he wove a tangled web of lies to appease the wrath of the evil goblin guard. 

"You misunderstand, honored guard, I was not fleeing in cowardice, but rather in loyalty to our esteemed master of the breeding farm. I served as one of the master goblin's guards. When the adventurers breached our defenses, I and my fellow guards attempted to aid our master in his escape, along with this slave here," he said, nodding towards Suzuka.

"But our plans were foiled by a band of treacherous adventurers who ambushed our secret escape route. We were outnumbered and outmatched, and only I and the slave managed to survive the slaughter."

The evil goblin guard's response was a displeased snarl, his anger evident in the furrow of his brow and the curl of his lip. But as Hermit spoke, the guard's anger seemed to subside, replaced by a grudging understanding.

His eyes flickered briefly towards Suzuka, lingering for a moment on her graceful curves before returning to Hermit with a steely gaze. 

"And what was the name of your master goblin?" 

Hermit's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, "His name was Grok'Thul, the mighty overseer of our breeding farm."

The evil goblin guard's response was unexpected, his gruff demeanor giving way to a burst of hearty laughter as he slapped his knee in amusement. 

"Grok finally got what he deserved, that bastard! I always hated that goblin and now I will have fun with his breeding bitch! Ghegegegehehee!"

But as his laughter subsided, the guard's gaze turned more thoughtful, his eyes narrowing as he took a closer look at Hermit. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded to himself, as if coming to a decision.

 "Alright then. Tell me, you little runt, what were your duties in that sorry excuse for a breeding farm?"

Hermit's response came with a hint of eagerness, his voice tinged with a mixture of shame and defiance as he spoke. He had been waiting for this moment, just as planned.

"My duties included overseeing the torment of the slaves. My master goblin, Grok'Thul, he... he took great pleasure in the suffering of others. He said I had a talent for it, that I could make the goblin slaves and hatchlings squeal just right."

The evil goblin guard's response was twisted with sadistic delight, his grin widening into a grotesque smile as he heard of Hermit's past duties.

 "Well then, runt, it seems you'll be right at home here. I'll put you to work right away."

He gestured towards the worn-out tents of the breeding farm, his tone eager as he continued, "Go on then, introduce yourself to the goblin slaves. Give 'em a good beating, a little taste of what's to come. But, It pains me to say this, no killing, only beating. We're short on slaves at the moment. Only hatchlings are abundant at the moment, fresh out of the egg. Most of our goblin slaves were slaughtered by monsters a few days ago."

He added with a cruel smirk, "They've already been beaten and tortured for the day but another round won't hurt. Make them squeal."

With that, he dismissed Hermit with a wave of his hand, his eyes gleaming with anticipation at the thought of the suffering that awaited the unfortunate slaves. Hermit's stomach churned with disgust at the guard's callous disregard for life, but that was exactly what he was aiming for. Now he will be able to go and visit all of the goblin slaves and tell them the plan. 

As Hermit was engaged in a heated conversation with the evil goblin guard in their guttural tongue, Suzuka stood frozen in place, her body relaxed as if she was sleeping while standing. With her head bowed and her eyes vacant, she played her role to perfection, a broken slave resigned to her fate.

The other goblin guards, their twisted minds consumed by lewd desires, circled Suzuka like vultures closing in on their prey. Their eyes glinted with perverse hunger as they leered at her, their tongues darting out to wet their lips in anticipation. With each step they took, the stench of their depravity grew stronger. With lewd grins plastered across their grotesque faces, they drooled and squealed in perverse delight at the sight of such a beautiful female in their hands.

Their senses were assaulted by the intoxicating scent of Suzuka's femininity, a scent that drove them into a frenzy of primal desire. With lustful intent, they rubbed their egg-laying straws with their grubby hands in anticipation, their movements growing more frenzied with each passing moment.

They sniffed the air like wild animals, their senses heightened by the scent of Suzuka's femininity, their mouths watering at the thought of claiming her as their own. With grubby hands and lecherous grins, they closed in on her, their movements predatory and menacing.

Boldened by their carnal desires, one of the goblin guards approached Suzuka, his filthy grubby hands reaching out to caress her delicate sun-kissed skin. With a lecherous grin, he brushed his fingers against her thigh, the touch sending shivers of delight down his spine.

But even as the goblin guards closed in on her, Suzuka remained stoic and unmoving, her resolve unshaken by their vile advances. But Hermit's reaction was the opposite of Suzuka's. 

 Hermit's reaction to the scene unfolding before him was one of overwhelming terror, his entire being consumed by a crippling fear that threatened to engulf him whole. As he watched the goblin guards pawing at Suzuka's body with their grubby, slimy hands, a grotesque mask of horror contorted his features into an indescribable visage of disgust and panic.

His face twisted and contorted in ways that seemed almost unnatural, his skin wrinkled and creased with the weight of his fear, his eyes bulging with the intensity of his terror. It was a sight so terrifying that even the evil goblin guard took a step back in surprise, taken aback by the sheer magnitude of Hermit's horror. He could not discern if Hermit was angry or was in great pain.

But Hermit's fear was not for Suzuka's well-being, nor was it for his safety. No, his terror stemmed from a deeper, more primal source - a fear for the lives of his fellow goblin slaves. In his eyes, Suzuka was more than just a mere mortal; she was the closest thing to a god or goddess that he had ever known.

And he knew, deep down in the depths of his soul, that if Suzuka were to snap in anger - as she was to do at even the slightest provocation - the consequences would be catastrophic. The entire goblin breeding farm would be reduced to nothingness, every living thing within its walls obliterated in a wave of divine fury.

It was this knowledge that caused Hermit's face to contort in such unimaginable horror - the realization that the fate of his kin rested in the hands of a being whose power was beyond comprehension, and whose wrath was beyond measure. And as he trembled with fear, he prayed silently to whatever gods might be listening, begging for mercy in the face of such overwhelming horror.