The Goblin King

A sharp pang of fear shot through Celebrian at the mention of the evil wargs, wolves of great size,
intelligence, and malice. No doubt the orcs intended to watch her torn apart by the savage beasts.
But a small part of her felt relief that it would soon be over; after what she had just been
through, death seemed an almost pleasant prospect. She did not resist when the guards pulled her
towards the center of the cave. She felt the cold metal of a shackle clamped around her ankle.
She moved her leg; looking down, she saw that she was chained to an iron spike driven into the
rock. Then the guards withdrew, look fearfully at something behind her. She turned, slowly,
following their gaze. There were at least four dozen wargs, each the size of a pony, stalking
towards her out of the mouth of one of the tunnels. The beasts walked with a slow, easy grace,
glancing from time to time at the orcs, but mostly eying her hungrily. At the head of the pack,
leading them, walked one larger than the rest, a grey- furred wolf with an aura of majestic evil.
Celebrian heard the sound of something being set down behind her, but kept her eyes on the
advancing wargs. The wolf-chieftain stopped just in front of her, examining her with glinting amber
eyes. He licked his chops, and it seemed almost that he was grinning. Then his body tensed as he
prepared to spring. She breathed a whispered prayer to Elbereth that he would be quick. The wolf
leapt up soundlessly; Celbrian gave way before it and tripped on something, falling backwards
before the beast. But instead of hitting the stone floor she landed on wooden boards. The wolf's
forepaws pressed down on her shoulders while its hind- paws rested on the ground between her feet;
the snout was inches from her face, the white razor-sharp teeth gleaming as it looked down at her.
Was it toying with her? And why had the orcs placed what felt like a table behind her? For the
wolves' "feast"? The wolf turned his head to one side and barked and snarled to one of his
underlings in what almost sounded like language; he repeated his orders to several other wolves.
Celebrian felt them tugging at her dress, tearing the cloth off from several directions. She
glanced to her left and saw one wolf shredding the sleeve off of her arm; on her right another was
doing the same. Down between her legs she saw... Her gaze locked on the huge red penis protruding
from the warg-chief's grey-furred sheath. Suddenly realizing what was about to happen, she
struggled to get up, but the wolf bore his weight down on her and bared his fangs, snarling
viciously less than an inch from her face. She did not dare move as he grabbed the front of her
dress in his jaws and tore it away, exposing her firm breasts. Tauntingly he licked and nuzzled at
them, his wet pink tongue lapping at her nipples and cleavage. She squirmed, feeling the wolf's
hot breath on her neck before he lapped at her chin, then began licking her face. She started to
move her head aside but stopped when the wolf snarled again. It moved back down to her breasts,
slurping loudly as he washed his tongue all over her nipples. Celebrian squirmed again, in fear,
and in shame, because despite her terror and disgust she could feel her nipples stiffening from the
wolf's savage foreplay. She felt the last of her dress torn away from her lower body, and also the
wolf fur brushing against the inside of her thighs. She felt the tip of the wolf's penis pressed
against the entrance to her sex, and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him. The wolf
looked down at her, staring straight into her eyes as he drove his enormous cock into her with a
single powerful thrust. Celebrian gasped in spite of herself. So big! It felt so... so... "No!" she
told herself. "It's horrible! I'm being raped by an animal, a wolf... evil! I must fight it, must..
." She gasped again as the wolf began pumping his cock in and out of her, and she struggled not to
acknowledge the pleasure it was giving her. She tried to ignore the exquisite pain of the wolf's
penis stretching her with each thrust, the tickling of the fur rubbing the inside of her legs, the
sticky wetness spreading around her sex, the rough wet tongue licking at her rigid nipples. She
could feel her climax building inside her, and each time the wolf's cock slid in and out of her
sopping pussy it pushed her closer. Her mind recoiled from the idea of being brought to orgasm by
an animal -- worse, a servant of darkness -- but her body did not care. She tried to block it out
by thinking of her husband -- surely he must be on his way to rescue her! But then all she could
think of was what would Elrond think when he saw her lying there being taken by a wolf. And the
fact that the wolf had a larger penis. She squinted her eyes and moaned as the enormous lupine cock
plunged into her again, intensely aware of every inch. Yes, at least twice as big. She could no
longer deny the pleasure it was giving her; with each stroke her sex burned like fire. But it was
not just the sheer size of the penis that aroused Celebrian, nor the steady, powerful, unrelenting
thrusts with which the warg-chieftain rammed it's organ into her. The feelings of fear and
helplessness had merged into a weird sensual thrill, and she gasped passionately as the grey-furred
beast ravaged her like sexual prey, the wolf using her body to satisfy its lust with the same
ferocity that it might devour a deer to satisfy its hunger. But still, she fought against showing
it. She struggled to remain still and silent while the tension of her body wound tighter and
tighter. She would not give her orcish captors the benefit of seeing a lady of the Noldor beg an
animal to fuck her harder. She would not provide them the sight of the wife of Elrond Halfelven
screaming in orgasmic bliss, impaled on a wolf's cock. Cock! So big... so deep... so... good... no,
mustn't!... must stop! so good! must fight it!... so.... big... so... "Ohhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"
Celebrian wrapped her legs around the wolf's hindquarters as she threw back her head and screamed
with pleasure. "Ohh!Oh!Oh!Yes!Oh!Yes!" She ground her crotch against the warg's, trying to drive
the beast's penis deeper into her spasming sex. "YES!Oh!oh!oh!ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!..." Soft
murmurings continued to escape her throat as her climax wound down and she lay there, rolling with
the force of the wolf's thrusts. As she savored those thrusts she became aware that they were
quickening in pace. She also heard a low growl rising in the wolf's throat. The growling grew
louder, and the louder it got the faster and harder the penis drove in and out of Celebrian's
drenched sex, each time eliciting an appreciative gasp, until the growl became a fangs-bared
snarl, the thrusts became rapid, savage hammer-blows, and Celebrian's voice rose in a delirious
lust-crazed wail punctuated by the shriller cries of her climaxes. Finally Celebrian felt the cock
slide all the way into her and hold there. A second later she felt it pulse, followed by the
sensation of hot warmth filling her, wolf-semen streaming against the walls of her womb in forceful
spurts. Celebrian's scream announced her orgasm as she arched her body against her grey-furred
captor. Above her the warg raised its head and howled. The whole pack took up their chief's call
as he reveled in his conquest, asserting his dominance over her with a flood of semen. The wolf
slipped his cock out quickly and slid off of her. Mustering some of her returning strength,
Celebrian sat up and watched as the warg-chief walked through his pack. The other wolves crowded
around him, pushing aside the others with snarls and barks. Whenever the chief glanced towards one
or the other it fawned on him, as if seeking a favor of some kind. Celebrian watched, curious.
Suddenly the wolf-chief stopped and looked at one of the larger members of the pack, then uttered a
sharp half-bark, half-growl. The other wolf rubbed appreciatively against the chief and howled,
then turned. The rest of the pack made way as the recipient of the leader's favor trotted, head and
tail held high, towards Celebrian. Her eyes went wide when she saw the erect penis dangling beneath
him and grasped the implications. "Elbereth, be merciful," she whispered. "There are almost
*fifty* of them!" She slid down off of the wooden platform where the warg-chief had raped her;
his semen trickled out of her pussy and dripped down her legs. Watching the approach of her new
bestial paramour, she sank submissively to a hands and knees posture. She pushed her ass into the
air in invitation, waiting anxiously. She felt the wolf climb up tp mount her. She tensed, legs
spread slightly, eagerly awaiting the first brutal thrust. The wolf did not disappoint her. Soon
Celebrian's body rocked under the savagely-fucking beast, her breasts quivering with every stroke.
As her orgasm began to erupt within her, she thought of her expected rescuers, and she whispered
another prayer to Elbereth: "Please, don't let them find me too soon!"