A pair of cool, soft hands pressed against my bare back. It was Mother Celia.
"Very good... Glak..." Her voice murmured close to my ear, a happy sigh mixed with laziness. I could smell the tempting scent of Mother Celia's tongue in my mouth. Her warm breath, carrying her unique smell, brushed against my sensitive pointed ears, sending a shiver through me.
"You do... even better than I dreamed..." Her fingers, with the slight coolness and heart-stirring softness special to her holy job, slowly traced the rock-hard muscles of my back. She felt my breath rise and fall fast from the hard work and leftover fear, along with my burning body heat.
"See this strength... this raw wildness..." Her voice was full of open admiration and joy-a mother's pride in her child's natural gift, but mixed with a lover's passion for her beloved's power. "How... pure and strong... how... completely intoxicating..." Her fingertips traced the line of my spine, sending a tingling wave of pleasure through me.
She moved to face me, raising her holy hand to wipe the spit from my lips, her look intense and greedy. "My son... my Glak..." Her voice was low and rough, touched with a demonic pull. "You have proven your value... proven... the sinful power within your blood…"
She held my face, forcing me to meet the bottomless flames in her eyes.
"Not enough... far from enough..." Her breath grew rough and hot, a sickly, stunning blush spreading across her face. Her once-holy features now gave off a scary, demonic pull.
"You must grow stronger... mightier than all those so-called noble human knights... mightier than this fake holy light!" Her fingers tightened, her neat nails nearly digging into my skin, her voice thick with a twisted, near-crazy passion.
"Son... my son... go conquer! Go steal! Go crush! Throw those proud, self-righteous virgins-those holy maidens, knights and sorceresses -from their high places! Turn their sacred wombs into beds for your offspring! Break them into female dogs, made only to birth your monsters!" Her gaze grew blurry, as if she already saw her final heaven-a world made from blood, semen and total sin.
"And I... I will watch... I will help you... I will clear your way... I will give you more... more holy sacrifices..." Her words broke, her blue eyes full of clear tears-yet these were not tears of sadness, but a hot spring mixing the joy of huge sacrifice with twisted motherly love.
She drew closer, her full, tempting lips nearly brushing my ear, whispering the final sin in a breathy murmur like a lover's secret. "I will wait for you... wait until you grow strong enough... to rip apart my holy robes with a violence greater than your conquest of Lila... to crush my pride! To push that dirty, powerful thing of yours... covered in the semen of other holy maidens... deep inside me! To conquer me! To ruin me!"
"Beneath you... I, Celia... will no longer be the Holy Mother..." "But yours... my son... my Demon Lord... the most vile! The most desperate to conquer!!" "Your exclusive bitch!"
With that, she stumbled back a step. The unnatural blush and passion on her face faded like a tide, bringing back her caring, calm look of the Holy Mother. As if the demon who had spoken those shocking, sinful words had never been.
Then, she turned. Her holy robes brushed the cold floor as she left the dungeon silently, lantern in hand, its soft holy light glowing as before. The iron door slammed shut behind her, locking out the light.
I fell to the floor beside the passed-out Lila. Once the high-born flower, the chosen one meant to carry heroes for humanity with her pure, holy blood... Now her stomach was a little swollen, her lower body a mess, goblin filth flowing from her. Those valuable, tender eggs inside her were being soaked and dirtied by the seeds of darkness... She was no longer the hope of the holy light, but mine, Glak's...
My first female dog.
In my mind, Celia's sinful words-full of ruin and the need to submit-echoed like thunder! Ruin her? Conquer her? Make her my breeding animal? My... own mother?
An ambition darker, bigger than the goblin's animal lust, like a bottomless beast roared greedily and fiercely from the depths of my soul! Lila's golden virgin blood, sticking to me, suddenly soaked into my veins. Memories from before my arrival surged from the deepest parts of my mind! Alongside the wildness in my goblin bloodline.
I remembered everything…
In the dungeon's cold, I grinned-a expression mixing pain and confusion with a hint of the Goblin King's wild fierceness. I could barely hold back my urge to spray my seed into the deepest parts of Celia's holy womb, into the Mother Goddess's own ovaries... Surely she had prepared several fertile holy eggs for me...
The dungeon fell silent once more, broken only by the crackling of the oil lamp's wick and... The faint, almost gone breaths of Lila beneath me.
The air thickened with a lasting, sharp stench-the goblin semen's unique, corrupt smell, mixed with the pale gold of the saint's blood and the maiden's fluids. Like real, thick fog, it covered this dirtied ground where the sinful ritual had just ended.
I, Glak. Or really, the soul from another world now living in this goblin body, was feeling a new sense of being torn apart. Pieces of the traveler's memories washed over my messy thoughts like a cold wave: tall buildings, busy traffic, a normal life... completely mismatched with this bloody, dark world full of forbidden desires.
Two minds crashed violently, merging. Finally, a new 'l' appeared-colder, greedier, better at using this body's raw power-taking control.