Eleina leaned against the door, her breaths coming in gasps as she clutched the heavy tome against her chest. Her mind was a whirlwind of images, the raw brutality of her father's encounter with Maria fresh in her memory. She couldn't deny the strange, dark arousal that had coursed through her veins as she watched.
Eleina looked around her room, her eyes falling on the large bed in the corner. The bed was adorned with velvet curtains, rich and luxurious, but it was the memory of what had happened in the library that filled her mind.
She slipped off her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk and lace. She lied there, naked, her body flushed with a mix of fear and arousal. She could still hear her father's voice, his harsh, crude words echoing in her ears. "Say you're my filthy little whore."
Eleinas breath quickened, her nipples hardening at the memory. She reached down, her fingers brushing against the dampness between her thighs. She was wet, her body responding to the filthy images and words that played in her mind.
She slipped a hand between her thighs, her fingers gliding through her soft skin. She shuddered, her hips shaking as she touched herself, her body craving the release that had been building since she witnessed her father's brutal fucking of Maria.
Eleinas fingers found her clit, her touch light and teasing at first, then more aggressive as her arousal grew. She imagined her father's rough hands on her, his fingers digging into her flesh as he forced her to submission. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she rubbed her clit, her body trembling with need.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in uneven gasps. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to feel the raw, brutal power that her father had wielded over Maria. She wanted to be fucked like that, to be taken and dominated, to feel the touch of his hands on her skin and the burn of his cock inside her.
Eleinas fingers slipped into her pussy, mimicking the forceful thrusts of her father's cock. She imagined him behind her, his powerful body pressing against hers, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her.
She let out a soft moan, her body arching as she fucked herself with her fingers, her thoughts consumed by the filthy, brutal scene she had witnessed.
She could feel her orgasm building, a heat that started in her core and radiated outward, her body tensing, her muscles contracting rapidly.
She threw her head back, her eyes closed, her breath coming in short and sharp gasps as she chased the edge, her body aching for release.
But as she lied there, her body convulsing with pleasure, she knew it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed to feel the raw, brutal force of a man inside her, to feel the power of someone taking her, claiming her, fucking her like she was theirs to use.
The primal lust, a curse of Merholds was taking a hold of her.
Eleinas gaze was drawn to the large, ornate mirror that stood in the corner of her room. She could see the reflection of her body, her back arched, her hips thrusting against her fingers, her other hand pinching and twisting her nipple.
Her body slick with sweat, her hair a wild mane of blonde silk. She watched how she played with herself. It was not enough, it would never be enough.
Climax was not coming.
Exhausted, she gave up and her heavy body fell on top of her bed.
Hours passed and Eleina woke up from her deep and unsatisfying slumber.
Her body still tingled with the memory of her intense self-pleasure. She opened her eyes, and the first thing that greeted her was the ancient tome she had stolen from the library, Arx Bestiarium, lying on the bedside table.
She reached for it, her fingers tracing the intricate emblem on the cover. She knew she should feel guilty for taking it, but the book carried her family's emblem. She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the illustrations of mythical beasts and their descriptions.
One creature in particular caught her attention: the goblin.
The image depicted a creature with twisted, green limbs, sharp teeth, and a long, thick cock that dangled between its legs. Eleina felt a strange thrill as she read the description, her body responding to the primal, raw nature of the beast.
'Goblins are creatures of pure lust and violence, the text read. 'They are drawn to the scent of arousal and will stop at nothing to satisfy their carnal desires. To easily capture one, you must enter their territory, the Neverwood Forest, and lure them with the scent of your arousal.' Eleinas heart raced as she read the words, her body tingling with a mix of fear and anticipation. She had always been curious about the forbidden, and this was no exception. She wanted to experience the raw, primal power of a goblin, to feel its brutal strength inside her, completely unaware that Merholds curse had her soul in firm grip.
Eleina spent the day preparing, gathering herbs and oils from the castle's apothecary to create a potent aphrodisiac, as described in the book.
She mixed them in her chambers, the room filled with the scent of rosemary, lavender, and something darker, more primal. She anointed her body with the mixture, rubbing it into her skin, letting the oil soak into her pores, the scent enveloping her like a cloud.
As night fell, she made her way to the Neverwood Forest, the cool air nipping at her exposed skin. The forest was a place of shadows and hidden dangers, the trees twisting and towering over her, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. She could feel the eyes of predators watching her, their hunger palpable.
She wasn't afraid, though. She was excited, her body humming with anticipation, the scent of the aphrodisiac a beacon that was calling out to the goblins.
Eleina had read the stories, the warnings pointed out in the book. Goblins were not like men; they were monsters, driven by a single, insatiable desire: to fuck, to impregnate, to claim and conquer. She wanted that, needed a monster.
She walked deeper into the forest, the trees growing denser, the shadows darker. She could hear the distant howls and grunts, the sound of something large moving through the trees.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in short, excited gasps. She was close. She could feel it.
Suddenly, a twig snapped behind her, and she spun around, her eyes scanning the darkness. There, emerging from the shadows, was a goblin. Its skin was a mottled green, its body twisted and misshapen, its eyes burning with an intense, primal hunger...