As I surveyed the clearing in the forest, my mind churned with plans for fortification and expansion. With sticks firmly planted in the ground, forming a makeshift wall around the camp, I ensured no predator could sneak upon me as I toiled away.
But my needs extended beyond mere protection. I craved more supplies and, with them, more goblins to collect them. Turning to my system for guidance, I delved into the depths of my goblin heritage, seeking insight into the ways of my kind.
The system revealed the grim reality of goblin architecture—buildings born from necessity, shaped by cruelty. Among them, breeding dens stood as monuments to domination, both over captives and the land itself. In these dark chambers, slaves were held captive, their lives subject to the whims of their goblin overlords.
Yet, for me, such atrocities were not just acceptable—they were indispensable. Driven by a perverse sense of necessity, I saw breeding dens and slaves as vital tools in my quest. As night fell and exhaustion weighed heavily upon me, I took stock of the materials I had gathered for my grim task. Strips of tough plant fibers lay scattered around me, a testament to hours of painstaking labor.
Grateful for the knowledge gleaned from a movie I once watched about a man stranded on an island with only a soccer ball for company, I meticulously crafted these fibers into strong, resilient strings. Each strand was a lifeline, a testament to my resourcefulness and determination to survive.
With the strings in hand, I began the arduous process of weaving them together, forming sturdy ropes that could withstand even the strongest of struggles. Five ropes, each meticulously crafted to resist the thrashing and writhing of those who would be held captive within the breeding den.
As I sat amidst the remnants of my labor, fatigue creeping into my bones, I knew that the night held no rest for me. But with the ropes now at my disposal, I resolved to wait until morning to begin construction on the breeding den—a sinister monument to my ambition, fueled by the darkness that lurked within my soul. With the first light of dawn, I set to work on my grim task. Using the crude axe I had fashioned from a sharp rock and a sturdy branch, I began to cut down trees to build the structure that would house my breeding den.
The walls took shape slowly, resembling a crude shed with no roof. I left a small window, nothing more than a wooden cross, and fashioned a door with a simple lock to secure the interior.
Moving on to the roof, I pieced together wooden planks and leaves, binding them tightly with the sturdy strings I had crafted the night before. It was a modest shelter, but sufficient for my purposes—for now.
As I surveyed my handiwork, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over me. The breeding den stood as a testament to my determination to carve out a place for myself in this world—a place where I could exert control, even if it meant resorting to the darkest of means. And though a cave might offer better protection in the future, for now, this crude structure would serve its purpose well. As the afternoon sun cast dappled shadows across the forest floor, I emerged from my newly constructed breeding den, my senses alert and keen. With my bow slung over my shoulder, I set out into the wilderness, my footsteps barely making a sound on the forest floor.
With each step, I scanned the surroundings, my eyes darting from tree to tree, searching for any signs of movement. The rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, the chirping of birds in the canopy above—it was a symphony of life, each note a potential clue to the presence of my prey.
As I ventured deeper into the woods, I began to climb, the rough bark of the trees scraping against my palms and knees. With practiced ease, I ascended higher and higher, my gaze sweeping over the forest below.
But despite my vigilance, the forest remained eerily quiet, save for the occasional flutter of wings or scurry of tiny feet. No sign of the adventurers I sought, no hint of the prey that would bolster my tribe and secure my dominance in this unforgiving world.
Disappointed but undeterred, I continued my search, determined to find suitable prey before nightfall descended upon the forest once more. With every passing moment, I knew that my survival depended on my ability to adapt and thrive in this hostile environment.
As I climbed from tree to tree I realized the sound of rabbit feet I heard Before was becoming quieter I realized that I must have adventureed into a predatora territory.
I had to be vigilant of my surroundings I don't know what kind of predators are in the area. As I adventured into the area further i head a mixture of howling and moaning in the distance I ventered to my left and after a few minutes of travel from the tree down below I saw something that made my penis harden pushing up my loin cloth out of the way.
As I looked down I saw two wolfs one all black and one all white going to town. the black wolf pushed his knotted penis in and out of the white wolfs dripping pussy as they let out moans of pleasure the female wolf panting and thrusting her self helping the black wolf push deeper In her pussy they were lost in there lust and did not notice me staring from the tree top.
I began to rub my dick surprised of my own arousal I moved my hand up and down copying the pace of the two as I was pleasuring myself I realized I had found my prey for the breeding den.