The Goblin's Dark Delight

In the dimly lit chamber, the goblin grimgrim licks his lips, his eyes fixed on the helpless, bound human. The shortstack quivers, her small frame trembling with fear and anticipation. The goblin's rough, calloused hands trace her curves, his gnarled fingers lingering on her soft, smooth skin. He growls, his hot breath washing over her, as he begins to explore her body, his touch both painful and pleasurable.

• goblin
• shortstack

• Unknown