My name is Princess Alana of the Elven kingdom, and I am the only child of elven royals. As such, it was my destiny to one day rule these sacred lands. This duty had been passed down for centuries, with each royal only ever producing a single child, as elves live a very long time and reproduction is difficult.
This responsibility is one of even greater importance due to our kingdom's location on the great continents. After all, we aren't located on the elven continent at all, but are in fact on the frontier to the wild lands, a dangerous and savage continent inhabited not by humans or beastkin, but by wild monsters and barely sapient tribal species like goblins and hobgoblins.
Since our nation is one established in hostile lands, our military might is one of the greatest in the region, allowing us to push ever deeper into the continent, uncovering valuable resources we can then sell for great profit.
But my father made a great mistake when believing nothing on these lands could touch us, as after centuries of expansion, the roving tribes of hobgoblins and their less breathing somehow managed to band together and begin to push us back.
It was small at first, far off outposts going dark and carriages being ambushed, but things soon started to escalate.
Unlike the savage creatures we expected, the goblins used clever tactics and batted us into traps, cutting off our military power at an alarming rate. This behavior was utterly bizarre as they hadn't shown any signs of clear intelligence before.
But before I knew it, a horde of squat, ugly green creatures had broken down the centuries-old walls and flooded into the capital, slaying elves in droves now that many of the soldiers had succumbed to their traps and ambushes.
But unlike the previous times I had seen slain or captured goblins, these had much paler skin and pointy ears, all but confirming the awful rumors I had heard.
Quickly making our way to the throne room along with my two royal guards, we hear a commotion inside the chamber and open the side door to find it being invaded, large muscled hobgoblins sending elven guards flying with their large wooden clubs, many already lying dead on the ground as they died protecting my parents.
My two guards split off and rushed ahead into the battle at the center of the throne room, trying to push back the attackers while I ran over to my parents, the king and queen holding each other at the far end of the chamber.
I hugged my mother and cried softly as the battle raged on, our side gradually losing with elves falling one after another, only stopping when every last elven protector was slain.
But instead of advancing on me and my parents, the foul creatures simply parted, forming a path to the main entrance of the chamber, from where a figure emerged.
He was clearly a goblin, but his features were even more striking than those of the others, his skin so pale it was the color of snow, with eyes of deep crimson and ears identical to my own. He was larger than most goblins but not as massive as the brutish hobgoblins; instead, only slightly larger than a normal elf. Yet his body was covered with rippling muscle, and he had an intelligent gleam in his eye.
But what really caught my eye wasn't this mysterious figure, but the being he was riding like a horse as he entered the chamber.
I wasn't the only person to realize either, both my mother and father gasped at the sight of the missing knight commander, stripped and beaten as she was forced to crawl on all fours like a dog, the despicable albino goblin sitting atop her.
Commander Elis... What have they done to you?
But despite being treated like an animal, red marks covering her behind from where the goblin slapped her, her body covered with suspicious white liquid, and her crotch soaked, it was her blissful expression that really confused me.
The goblin slapped her ass violently, the sound echoing across the large chamber, but the former knight commander only moaned louder with a pleased expression, some liquids squirting out of her holes onto the carpet as she continued crawling towards me.
When the albino goblin had reached the end of the battle, hungry goblins and hobgoblins, he looked over at me and stared me in the eyes while smiling.
"Keep them all alive, but castrate the king. I want to make him watch what I'm going to do to his precious wife and daughter." The goblin spoke, surprising me but also further confirming my situation and what horrors were awaiting me.
After all, goblins have no real intelligence, being considered a monster race rather than a sapient one. But that all changed when a number of female elves vanished from a merchant wagon, the goblins having used them as breeding stock to increase their population. It was a terrible fate for those poor women, but what they birthed only made things so much worse, after all, goblins with elven blood developed far greater intellect and were thus able to make complex decisions for themselves.
Female elves had been going missing all over the kingdom for months before this uprising, nobody realizing what was truly happening until it was already too late.
But just because these half elf goblins are more intelligent doesn't mean they lost their cruel and sadistic ways; the creatures simply developing even more creative ways to break us.
And so as I watched my lost friend, the knight commander drool happily as her ass was fingered, and a dozen creatures surged forward to capture us. I wished for death in that moment as I knew my life from now on would be nothing short of hell.