From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem Chapter 25: Enlightened

Rotten. Fucking. Fish.

Sothing no woman ever deserved to hear. Especially when just hours later, another man had treated her like a queen—no, like a goddess.

Raedon had practically ascended to Nirvana from just catching a whiff of her. That goblin man had buried his face in her thighs like it was his dying wish.

'Raedon was practically making the most beautiful woman as well, giving pleasure that you have never and could in a million years...'

Her thoughts were swirling, replaying every single sinful second.

The way Raedon's cock had shot up like it was saluting royalty just from slling her.

The way his tongue moved—long, hungry, reverent—as if she was dessert at the end of a thousand-year fast.

The way he whispered bootiful like he fucking ant it. Like her curves were divine scripture and he was ready to worship on his knees.

She closed her eyes, let out a shaky breath, and slid her hand down between her legs like it belonged there—which, at this point, it absolutely did.

Her fingers t slick heat. She gasped. Slow circles. Her thighs tensed.

And in her mind, it wasn't her husband's voice she heard—it was that filthy little nace Raedon, groaning, licking, making a glorious ss of her sanity.

That damn thing of his was soo fucking hard.... Because of her.

She smiled bitterly. Her husband? That man couldn't get it up if she dressed in whipped cream and begged on all fours.

She used to think the problem was her. Maybe she wasn't sexy. Maybe she was too serious. Too much hero, not enough harlot.

But today?

Raedon proved her wrong with nothing but a tongue and raw enthusiasm.

She was desirable.

It just took a three-foot goblin with a monster dong and no manners to remind her of that.

"By the way, honey," ca Alex's voice like a bucket of cold piss. "Celeste and the others might be dropping by. So things need addressing. With you, too."

He turned over and began reading his maps again, like he hadn't just broken her out of her fantasy and reminded her of everything dead between them.

Alice blinked. The hand between her legs froze.

"...I see."

She wanted to scream. She wanted to laugh. Instead, her brain—bored of reality—took a detour into the absurd.

Alice knew the truth. Knew it deep in her bones, no matter how many tis she tried to ignore it or drown it in responsibility.

That group—Celeste and her cabal of power-hungry misfits—had left a steaming pile of chaos in their wake, and sohow it always ended up at her doorstep.

Even if she wanted out, the universe kept dragging her back in, fingernails scratching on the tiles.

Her thoughts drifted to that long-haired, bone-thin mage with his "luscious" laugh that sounded like it belonged in a brothel run by peacocks.

She'd once thought he was sophisticated until that incident.... Now the re mory of him made her gag, like she'd swallowed a used sock dipped in perfu.

But then...

Raedon's face crashed into her brain.

That ridiculous goblin, all raw instinct and no filter. No politics. No posturing. Just pure, unrefined chaos in the form of a walking green erection.

She actually chuckled. God help her.

Then her emotionally constipated husband had to speak.

"I might leave for the forest tomorrow. I'm taking that stupid goblin with . Might as well give you so free ti from his idiocy."

Her breath caught. Free ti? From Raedon?

She wanted to protest—but what the hell could she say?

"No, don't take him, I need that traitorous, serpentine tongue of his back between my thighs"? Or maybe: "Please, I miss his veiny, thorny cock like a flower misses the sun"?

Yeah. No.

So instead, she swallowed her pride—and the scream in her throat—and muttered,

"Okay."

But deep inside she felt it. A stupid, aching pang. She was going to miss him. Miss the way he stomped around like a horny caveman. The way he said " horny" with the tragic sincerity of a rejected poet.

Then it hit her.

Hard.

'Wait a minute?!'

Her breath caught in her throat, eyes going wide.

'The way he talked to her... after waking up.'

That wasn't caveman talk.

That wasn't " want boob" nonsense.

That was... clear. Articulate. Intelligent.

'What the?! What the actual hell?!'

Alice's heart started racing.

'Library. Fuck. I need answers.'