Cuthbert and the Cleric - Chapter 3: Goblins and Greed

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!NSFW! Cuthbert and the Cleric Ch 3: Goblins and Greed !NSFW! Tags: Gay/yaoi, trap/crossdressing, oral, anal, cum inflation/cumflation, distended stomach/stomach deformation, group sex, gangbang, vaginal, impregnation, sex as a sport Note: Ctrl+F ~s~ to skip right to the action (there's two) They did not make it to town by sundown. In fact, all the fighting and the fucking from earlier had left them so exhausted they barely made any headway by the time the encroaching night forced them to stop and make camp. Ziri was now in a thoroughly sour mood and whined while she worked, and Cuthbert quietly chuckled at how poorly the world-traveling cleric handled extended camping. Inyelw'n the elf duchess wasn't doing much better, quietly fuming as she tried in vain to scrub off every dirt stain her dress had picked up on the hike. Clearly, he was the only one who had grown up sleeping in everything from horse stables to wet alleyways. So it befell to him to provide camp for the ladies, and he felt strangely masculinized as he gathered wood for the fire. Cuthbert had been trying not to dwell on the plain fact that both his companions were significantly more powerful than him, and actually taking care of them for the first time felt better than he expected. These sentimentalities are likely the reason why he was too distracted to notice the ambush. Again. A dark bag dropped over his head and a dozen tiny hands bound him with rope, sending him crashing to the ground before he could so much as yelp. When Cuthbert did scream out he was immediately gagged, a length of rope around his head forcing the dirty burlap sack into his mouth. It tasted sour, and he was happier for not knowing why. The creatures, unknown beyond their small hands with long fingers and a steel grip, bodily hoisted him into the air like a length of lumber and carried him away, chittering in what was either a hyperactive language or a strange laugh. For all his struggling he couldn't budge an inch and visions of being spitroasted over a fire invaded his thoughts, filling him with a terror he couldn't act upon. After an eternity of being manhandled about the forest, Cuthbert was unceremoniously flipped and dumped onto a rough wooden floor and a metal clang signaled his completed capture. He could hear further chittering sounds in the distance and what were possibly whoops of victory, but beyond that he was left to his own thoughts. Several minutes of stewing later the chittering grew louder as several voices approached, opening the metal door and dumping two more squirming bodies next to him. Hoping for the best, he tried to call out, "'Iri? 'At oou?" "'Uh-ert?" a muffled feminine voice replied. Thank Pelor, his team was still alive. They were all trapped by monsters and surely about to be eaten, but for now they were alive. Inyelw'n was still struggling and grunting wordless oaths, and after a moment her efforts culminated in a flash of heat and the smell of burning fabric. Once she had untied them Cuthbert quickly tried to assess the situation, but beyond the bars of their cage he could see little more than underbrush and the light of multiple small fires in the distance. As for his teammates, they appeared unharmed but Ziri was raking her hands through her auburn hair and looking about with wild eyes--she was actually having a panic attack, and after fighting off a full-fledged succubus Cuthbert didn't think anything would phase her. "Oh no. Oh Freyja, this can't be happening..." "Ziri? Ziri. Madeline!" He had to shout and grab Ziri by the shoulders to break her concentration, but she stopped her hyperventilating and met his eyes. "Ziri, do you know where we are? Who took us?" "...Goblins. We were taken by goblins!" Ziri practically shouted, bringing her freak out back in full force. "I've read about when goblins go savage, they're going to kill you and keep Inye and me as breeding slaves. And their seed is so fucking potent, even Freyja can't protect us!" Hearing her name made Inyelw'n's pointed ears perk up. "Excuse me? I will die before I allow myself to be reduced to cattle! I'm sure I can blow this door open, if we act fast we can likely catch them off guard and escape." Ziri just shook her head hard enough to send her hair flying. "No good. Do you hear how many of them are out there? Dozens, possibly hundreds! They'll skin us and eat us before we ever make it back to camp. Unless..." The cleric's eyes somehow grew wider as a thought dawned on her. "...We distract them. Cuthbert!" She grabbed onto the marksman, her growing intensity making him more than a little worried. "I have to ask the world of you, but you can save all our lives. I need you to trust me! If they take us we're done for, but if you offer up yourself that'll serve as a distraction and we can all escape when you've tired them out!" "Uh... offer myself for what?" "For, um, breeding. But it's okay! You're a man, they can't get you pregnant, and when goblins get too riled up they can't tell the difference anyways... so I've read. Please, Cuthbert. Please." he swear he could see tears welling up in Ziri's eyes as she pleaded. Ah, hell. If the alternative is death... "Alright, Ziri. I'll do it. But he swear, if you escape and leave me--" "Great! Inye, trade clothes with Cuthbert! We have to make him look like a woman and make you look like a man." Inyelw'n shrugged and took off her dress, and with great reluctance he disrobed from his chainmail and leathers. "Good, good. Now Inyelw'n, if you tie your hair about your face it should pass as a beard... thank goodness my gambeson hides all my curves..." Ziri quieted as she fussed with the elf, then stopping to pat dirt on her face as fake stubble. "Good thing you already don't have hardly any facial hair, Cuthbert. You look great!" He grimaced as the feminine garment slid over his head. The shame of having to wear a dress... at least it wasn't constricting. His thoughts snapped back as some bushes next to them rustled and a figure ran off towards the lights. "Damnit! Ziri, a guard must've seen us! It'll never work now!" The cleric, in her distress, couldn't think of anything else, and a moment later two figures approached to give Cuthbert his first proper look at the goblin species. Standing at likely just a hair over three feet for the taller and a few inches less for the shorter, the most prominent features of the short creatures were giant, pointed ears that fanned out and back from their skulls to catch even the most subtle sounds. Complimenting the ears were large eyes, an upturned nose, and a wide mouth full of sharp teeth. Glancing downwards he saw their proportions were almost-but-not-quite human: with legs that were a tad too short and arms that reached down to their knees, the creatures came together in an image that made him think of flightless bats. "Um, greetings!" Ziri shouted, lowering her voice to a gruff drawl that would've been hilarious in better circumstances. "We men have a woman here who is willing to give herself up to you if you let us go--" One of the figures held up her hand to silence Ziri. With an hourglass figure that bordered on the absurd, the female goblin was clad in leathers covered by a cloak that made her look like some perverse fertility goddess, although the crow's feet on her eyes and her reliance on a tall walking stick belied her true age. The other was clearly younger and similarly dressed with short hair and a flat chest, but impressive hips and backside that advertised prime mothering material. With a motion the younger one unlocked the cage door, and without a word Cuthbert stepped out and walked down a beaten earth path flanked by the two green creatures After they were out of earshot from everyone the older goblin spoke up, "I do not know if your friend is desperate, stupid, or evil, but you cannot survive this." The blunt honesty and harsh, broken Common stopped him in his tracks; he had never heard a goblin speak before and it was less than pleasant. The older goblin glanced back at him with a flat look and continued, "You are to be seen by Chief Dragdalk, who has an endless... appetite? And will not stop until you are either with child or dead of tiredness. We can help you." "What? Why-why would you--" "Not all of us are driven by lust, human," the goblin snapped. "Do you accept my help, or do you accept death?" Cuthbert gulped and nodded at her offer, and the goblin began to wave her staff in his direction and chant in a course language. His gut writhed as the spell hit the marksman, buckling his knees from the shock of his intestines doing a flip or three. When the feeling subsided the goblin nodded and said, "There. I have gifted you the resilience of our kind, may it let you outlast my husband." The other goblin unceremoniously prodded him forward, into a clearing where all the other goblins were waiting and he was hit with the full force of their predicament. A great bonfire was burning in the middle of the clearing, circled by a dozen carriages in various states of disuse as countless goblins danced and cheered on any surface they could stand on. At the far end a crude platform had been built out of scraps, atop which sat a gilded makeshift throne and what must've been the goblin chief, Dragdalk, looking bored until he saw their entrance. The noises of the crowd were drowned out by his focus on the chief as he was pushed onto the platform and the goblin scrutinized him with a piercing gaze. Although still shorter than the human, the chief towered over all the other goblins with a full head of height and managed to stare Cuthbert down with hard-won authority that forced his eyes downward--oh by Pelor, his dick was HUGE! The goblin chief wasn't wearing pants and his green member swung in the open, more than long enough to knock against his knees with enormous fist-sized testicles and absolutely terrifying in his casual dominant stance. ~s~ "I hear you're willing to give yourself up to me," Dragdalk stated matter-of-factually, the spears at his back forcing Cuthbert to take halting steps towards him. "This is good, the willing always bear healthier children. Be good to me and I will make your life here a happy one. Now on your knees, get me ready." Cuthbert’s legs buckled at his command and he gulped at the monstrous task before him, not having the slightest clue where to begin. With an unsteady hand he reached out and gripped the hot flesh, giving an experimental tug that was answered by a happy twitch. Cuthbert could feel Dragdalk's pulse quicken in response to his touch, veins throbbing all along his shaft as the bell end swelled with arousal. Working the shaft with both hands, he was able to get it to half mast where it was pointing directly at his face. Stars above, the musk was overwhelming and he found myself unconsciously licking his lips as a tiny voice far in the back of his mind balked at what he had been reduced to. Without another word the goblin gripped him by the shoulder and spun him around, forcing him to stay on his hands and knees towards the cheering crowd. The cold night air hit his skin as his dress was flipped up, exposing his bare ass and very not-female genitals to the chief. One hand leveraging on his hip tightened as the goblin growled behind him, and as the lump grew in his throat Cuthbert realized that this goblin was not nearly as desperate as Ziri had hoped. "Grr... no matter. I've been saving up for tonight, one way or another." Pressure grew against his backside until his anus opened up and accepted its fate, Dragdalk's cock sliding in until his colon was filled to capacity. He paused and for a heartbeat Cuthbert thought this was the worst he would have to endure--for all his unused length the goblin's meat wasn't exceedingly thick--but his grip on his hips redoubled and he began pushing past his biological limits. With a sickening gurgle his insides shifted, organs stretching and aligning for the single purpose of accepting every inch of this invader. Pinned and helpless beneath the chief, Cuthbert’s mind was swimming just as much as his guts. Not only was this the first time I've ever been fucked by an actual man, but to his surprise the public spectacle of it all was strangely exhilarating, and he found myself growing hard despite the circumstances. The chief would stop and rock back slightly whenever his insides put up any sort of fight, never pulling out but fucking him deeper with every thrust until he felt a pressure bobbing inside his abdomen. he looked down and saw a bulge growing in his stomach, painless but no less amazing as the goblin finally hilted himself inside Cuthbert and let out a contented sigh. "I must say, I'm impressed!" the goblin chortled. "Few humans are whore enough to take a hobgoblin's full might!" Dragdalk gave his prisoner's ass a hard slap, causing Cuthbert to yelp and jerk against his veritable flesh leash. This only encouraged Dragdalk, who smacked his ass again and again until the skin burned and tears welled up in his eyes. He clenched and flinched, unable to fight back until a rhythm was established that had him rocking back and forth along Dragdalk's shaft. "Oh, that's a good whore. Show me how bad you want my children." Dragdalk had stopped spanking him, and looking back Cuthbert saw his hands had dropped to his sides and the goblin wore a look of smug content on his face. Well, if it makes this end faster... he steeled his resolve, made a show of biting his lip, and began fucking myself against Dragdalk with every bit of force he could muster. His ass still stung every time his hips connected, but he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the strangely arousing fullness and constant pressure on his prostate. Just imagine it was Ziri taking care of you... A moan escaped Cuthbert’s lips and his hand drifted down to his own stiff prick, and within moments he stroked himself to climax. Still on his knees and still in front of countless cheering goblins, he painted the inside of his dress with a whorish oath and his contracting ass sent the goblin following quickly after. Compared to his wimper, Dragdalk's climax came in a roar and he felt the throbbing all through his intestines as an ungodly amount of seed was pumped directly into his stomach. It was shameful to say how good it felt to be stuffed full, but as he slumped forward he was satisfied to know he had at least survived the whole ordeal. His head swimming, almost drunk with sex, Cuthbert looked up to find himself suddenly surrounded by a dozen guardsmen... and they were all openly masturbating. A clawed hand gripped a fistful of his hair from behind, yanking his head back until he felt hot breath on his ear. "Thought you could trick me?" Dragdalk hissed. "You'll get treated like the whore you are." The hobgoblin threw his head down, and with a shout the guardsmen jumped him like it was open season on his body. Turns out Ziri wasn't completely off track, as these goblins were so sex-crazed that they couldn't coordinate and several ended up fighting each other. Those that could focus on the prone marksman pounced without hesitation, plunging dicks into his ass and mouth so fast he couldn't tell who was doing what. In their enthusiasm the goblins didn't last long, giving him his first taste of their incredibly potent seed. Goblin cum is so bitter! And the load was seemingly neverending, forcing him to swallow whole mouthfuls to avoid spilling any and potentially pissing off his captors. With nary a second to catch his breath, the climaxed goblin was pushed out of the way by another eager go-getter and stuffed any available hole they could find. At one point he was picked up like so much a rag doll, the goblins showing their strength of numbers as they carried him bodily towards the throne. There Dragdalk had seated himself and was idly stroking his massive erection, enjoying the show his guardsmen were putting on, and they practically threw Cuthbert onto his mast. Legs on the armrests and his hands gripping the chair back, he was forced to make eye contact with the chieftain and his smug as fuck smirk while he automatically started to bounce his ass on his meat. "I hope you're not getting tired yet," Dragdalk idly mused. "My boys have so much energy to spend. Now turn around, I don't want you look at me." He obliged, riding the hobgoblin reverse-cowgirl and exposing his humiliation to the crowd in a whole new way. He couldn't make out what kinds of revelry were going on in the larger crowd, but the guardsmen had been whipped into an even greater frenzy watching their boss violate the human. Some of them crowded around him and struggled for the use of his hands and others madly jacked off until they shot hot ropes onto his chest; a few even got so desperate to breed that they started wrestling amongst themselves, pinning and fucking each other with reckless abandon. Desperate to focus on something to keep his sanity, he picked out one such pairing and watched them in action. One goblin, with a streak of red hair, tackled another one that was busy masturbating and struggled for a brief moment. The surprise was clearly all the leverage Red needed, for he made short work of pinning the other's hands behind his back until he squeaked defeat. The loser put up plenty of resistance when Red mounted him, but the look of shame was quickly replaced with a lolling tongue and dripping precum as he gave into being Red's bitch. At least Red was kind in victory and gave the other goblin a reach-around. To his own shame he must've been getting into it, as he was riding Dragdalk's cock faster than intended. The chief dug into his sides with his clawed hands as he brought him to climax again, and he tried his best to not squirm from the pulsing and gurgling his guts felt. By now his stomach was sticking out as if he had eaten a full meal, he doubted he could take much more and he begged Dragdalk to just let it end already. In response the chief openly laughed at him, before casually pushing Cuthbert off his lap and he went spilling onto the floor. The marksman was immediately flipped over onto his back and tackled with renewed vigor. His mouth was forced open by some invading goblin meat and several sets of hands held his legs open for his back end, but he was so exhausted he couldn't struggle if he wanted to. At least some kind or desperate goblin went to town on his own cock; first hands, then mouth, until he felt the full weight of someone sitting on his crown. Wish he could've seen the show, but his vision was constantly blocked by goblin testicles as he was mercilessly throat fucked. Feeling a cock slapping against his engorged stomach while someone rode him is what finally sent him over the edge, losing himself to the haze of pain and pleasure as he was turned into an outright cumdump until he blacked out. ... He must not have been out for long, as when Cuthbert came to he was still on the stage next to the bonfire. Only instead of being surrounded by insatiable guardsmen, he looked up to see Ziri, Inyelw'n, and the two female goblins from earlier trying to rouse him. The look of concern on their faces said plenty about how he must've looked, but the goblin chief was back on his throne and looking bored. "Now... what do we do with you lot?" Dragdalk drawled. "I'm still owed children. Bah, leave me, I will decide in the morning." Without a word of explanation Cuthbert was hoisted to his feet, a loud rumble from his stomach breaking the tense silence. Ye gods, he looked like he was pregnant! His cum-laden stomach strained the fabric of his dress, swaying under its own weight and making it almost impossible to balance. Each of his companions slung themselves under his arms to steady him, and they were shuffled out of the ring of light from the bonfire. It was only a short walk before the dark trees had absorbed nearly all sound from the gathering, and there they found themselves at the glowing mouth of a cave. "Ugh... what're we here for?" Cuthbert managed to slur out. "This our home, you need to rest and heal. Come, come." The cave mouth was simple and lit with torches on the walls, but a short distance inside showed endless branching paths and rooms furnished with stolen goods. Their eventual stopping place seemed to be a bathhouse made from a natural hot spring, billowing steam and lit by strange glowing blue moss in the pool. Cuthbert’s companions released him and practically dashed out of the room without speaking, followed closely by the younger goblin. "Ah, do not mind them. Undress and wash, it will help." He slid out of the soaked and tattered remains of his dress before waddling into the pool, while the matronly goblin sat down on a creaky chair. Cuthbert adjusted on the warm rocks, trying to get comfortable under the strain of his engorged belly. "So why are you giving us so much help against your husband? For real, this time. You're nothing like the other goblins, and I don't even know your name." She visibly squirmed before answering that her name is Yolyu. "We were not always like this. I still remember, when young, things were peaceful. One day a curse fell onto our clan, girl births became rare and Dragdalk rose to power promising a solution. The woman are encouraged to be as breeding cattle but it seems outsiders don't have curse, and sometimes even birth stronger hobgoblins..." Yolyu trailed off as the other goblin trotted into the room, alone. She bowed towards him and spoke up for the first time, saying, "Your companions are resting. Mistress Ziri says she is sorry for this, and something about Fray-ya." He nodded and corrected her, "The goddess Freyja, you mean. Sounds like Ziri." "Thank you, Klivikx. Now help our hero wash and heal," the mature goblin instructed, and without hesitation the younger one started to strip. He couldn't help but watch her, it'd be nice to see what an actual woman looks like. Back turned to me, Klivikx dropped her cloak and unlaced the leather corset she was wearing. Next came the tight leather pants, straining slightly to get them over and down her ample green ass, before spinning around to show... she was really a he, complete with a frightening cock that was a little shorter than the chief's but nearly twice as thick. Yolyu chuckled at his obvious reaction and explained, "Do not feel bad, Klivikx fools most people. Does he make you uncomfortable?" Klivikx stopped, one foot in the water, and looked at Cuthbert with doe-eyed embarrassment. Damnit, dick or no he actually looked cute with those bright, violet eyes. "No no, it's okay. You just surprised me." The goblin trap beamed at him and hopped into the water, splashing to his side and getting right to work on his kinks with a massage. To his amazement the goblin had incredibly dexterous hands and worked his sore body to butter, going so far as to relax his straining stomach and make it feel like he wasn't about to explode. As he shifted around to the front, he couldn't help but notice that Klivikx had grown fully aroused and his green cheeks blushed crimson when he realized he was looking. "S-sorry, it is not often I get to aid a real human man." Cuthbert grinned at the compliment but expressed concern that he didn't feel very manly after what just transpired. "Oh no, that happens all the time. Usually when a soldier fails his duties... we even have a dress of shame." I hmphed and tried to change the subject. "So what's your stake in all this? You and your mom seem like the only nice goblins here." "Hmm? Oh, Mistress Yolyu is not my mother. After she was wed to my father, it was found out that Mistress Yolyu is, umm, barren? And was shunned for it. She learned to be the clan shaman instead, and took me in when I was shunned." "Well, that was awful nice of her. What happened to you?" Klivikx began to fidget slightly as he explained, "When I was supposed to take my rites to manhood, father got mad at me for something and had me relieve the soldiers as punishment. And I... I really liked it. Now I'm the oldest to never take rite of manhood, and father will never let me." His heart actually lurched a little and he assured him how unfair that was, but the young goblin nonchalantly shrugged. "I don't mind, anymore. I love Mistress Yolyu and I get to read any books my brothers don't destroy." Silence fell for a moment, no sound penetrating the cavern besides the gentle lapping of the water on the rocks and the not-so-gentle gurgling of the cum in his stomach. "So... what happens now, Klivikx?" The goblin hmmed in confusion. "I survived daddy's little show, what comes next? Can we get out of here?" "I... guess so, yes. Mistress Yolyu will make sure you and your companions can leave." "And what, you lot will just keep kidnapping and raping anyone that comes too close?" Klivikx just drooped his head, shame emanating off the little green man in waves, and Cuthbert groaned. He was going to regret this. "Is there anything we can do as outsiders to stop this?" Yolyu spoke up and he nearly jumped, having forgotten she was even there. "You could shame Dragdalk. My husband is vain, and if you force him to submit in front of the clan he will be shamed. How are you at combat? Erm, fighting? We would have to get you close." Cuthbert gulped, not sure how to explain that he’s been trounced by everything that's ever bothered to fight him. Before he could embarrass himself Klivikx piped up and said, "What about the rite of manhood? He would get close then." "Excellent idea, child," The matron goblin said, smiling for the first time. "I will make the arrangements and--" "Whoa wait, hold up," Cuthbert suddenly said, using enough force to make sure they listened. "What the hell is this rite of manhood you're dragging him into?" Yolyu explained, "Oh, that is simple. You impregnate your mate in front of the chief to grow our numbers. I will find the most fertile of our mares for you, it should help." "Uh... that's great, thanks." He wasn't sure how he felt about having a goblin kid of his run around this madhouse, but it didn't seem like he had any choice now. Nothing to do about it but wait, and try to sleep. After the bath was done and Klivikx was thanked deeply for the helpful massage, he was lead to another cavern where a few beds had been made out of animal skins. Inyelw'n was asleep and snoring like a barbarian after a night of heavy drinking, but Ziri had instead knelt in front of an odd pile of rubble against one wall. She was utterly still aside from the occasional shifting of her lips, and he figured whatever meditative trance she was in it was best to not disturb her. Cuthbert collapsed into his own bed and was asleep before he could even realize how exhausted he was. ... The first thing Cuthbert noticed when he awoke the next morning was how surprisingly well he had slept. The second was that his stomach had miraculously flattened back to its original shape, as if it hadn't been carrying several gallons of goblin cum a few short hours ago. The third was that Klivikx was standing over him, eagerly dragging him out of bed. The little goblin barely gave him enough time to get dressed in his leathers--his MALE leathers, thank you--before dragging him out into the blinding sunlight. It was just after dawn and there was a sweet floral scent in the air, although the crowd hadn't changed much and it seemed as if the revelries had simply never stopped. Dragdalk was still on his little stage and still pantless, but there was an astoundingly beautiful goblin standing in subservience next to him. She was wiping something glistening off her chin, and Dragdalk was looking smug. The marksman was prodded onto the stage and the chieftain regarded him with obvious disdain. "So, you have agreed to rite of manhood. I guess that would be fine." The female goblin Yolyu must've picked stepped forward, but stopped again at Dragdalk's sudden continuation. "HOWEVER, you do not have a mate. What to do, then?" With a confused look the other goblin stepped to the side while Dragdalk pretended to ponder the question. "I know, I shall choose mate for you! Someone with experience, to make it easy... I choose Yolyu!" Nearly all noise stopped suddenly, though Cuthbert could feel hate shooting off from the matron goblin behind him. The bastard had offered up his own wife, knowing full well she was sterile. "I know, it is very strange to offer my wife to outsider, but I am kind chief. Is there any problem with this?" Yolyu had walked up beside him, and they each shared a worried look before shaking our heads at Dragdalk. "Very good. You may begin at once." ~s~ Cuthbert found himself doing something for the first time in a very long while: he was praying. And not to Pelor, but he was silently sending a prayer to Freyja, begging for her help in this. After all, this was her domain, and he was doing this to save one of her disciples. Maybe it was the desperation, but he swears he felt a wave of good vibes wash over the crowd. He gave Yolyu a look that asked what the next step was, and in reply she dropped her walking staff and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him down into her face for a deep and fever-hot kiss. He felt rather than saw something hard press against his lips, and Yolyu stopped the kiss long enough to whisper, "Drink, quickly. It will help!" The last time he blindly accepted help from the shaman he was left with elastic guts, but he didn't see many alternatives with Dragdalk watching and drank from the hidden wineskin. Fire surged in his belly. The potion was bubbly and bitter, and as soon as he drank the last drop he felt like he was going to burn from the inside out. Red hot iron rods of energy shot through him, alighting his nerves and tensing his muscles. Most of all it washed away all doubts, all external thoughts from his mind except one: he must breed. Yolyu's cloak and leathers put up little resistance as he reached over and tore them aside. Now this was a woman meant for motherhood--emerald hourglass body falling free to reveal a gorgeous network of tribal tattoos and gold piercings, everything heaving with the goblin's heated breath. Some small sane voice in the back of his head noted that her build was remarkably like a shorter version of Ziri, with just enough body fat to make everything jiggle the right way. Who knows when was the last time Dragdalk or anyone paid any attention to this body, but it was time to remedy that. Without any pretense or words exchanged he grabbed Yolyu and gave her another kiss, this time fueled by honest and desperate lust. The potion must have made him more sensitive; he could smell the faint scent of incense below Yolyu's pheromones and any touch from the goblin lit trails of fire on his skin as she awkwardly tried to unbuckled his clothes. Before she could finish he wrapped his arms around her and pushed forward, sending Yolyu to the ground with him on top. he traced his way down her abdomen with his lips, squeezing every curve and tasting her sweat as she shuddered in anticipation. When he got to her pelvis, Yolyu's legs opened invitingly to show him her glistening sex, with trimmed black hair and an engorged clit nearly as thick as his thumb. Perfect. "Teasing" may as well have been a curse to them at that moment--Cuthbert dove into her like a man starved, straining to get his tongue as deep into her pussy as possible. Her sweet taste and musky smell only made him lap faster, eliciting a chorus of wordless happy noises from the goblin. But every moan was a whimper compared to when he moved up to Yolyu's clit, at the very first lick she yelped and tried to scramble away from him. Finding her weak spot made him smile like a predator, and he snatched onto her with the very clear message that she wasn't getting anywhere. He cupped her ample green ass with both hands to lift her up at an upside-down angle, leaving her defenseless as he attacked her again. Licking, sucking, flicking, he overloaded the happy nub with sensations and sent Yolyu hollering to the heavens. Eventually he had to come up for air and saw that the goblin was getting into the rhythm; she had managed to latch onto one nipple with her mouth, and was begging for him to go on with her eyes. The hero was too happy to comply, and he could feel Yolyu trying to grind against his face as he ate her out. Her thick thighs suddenly locked around his head in a crushing vice grip, and even through the muffling flesh he could hear Yolyu scream with climax. The goblin's orgasm hit like a train and she went into convulsions hard enough to knock him over, though her legs didn't give an inch and the little green woman ended up on top. After a suffocating minute of having his head crushed, Yolyu's orgasm finally subsided enough for her to flop bonelessly off his face. They were both panting with exhaustion, but he still had his own needs and tore desperately at his pants. Unsheathing his tool was all it took to shake Yolyu from her stupor, and she crawled over to him mewling with need. He picked her up with the strength of lust and she wrapped herself around him, legs and arms locking them together with her pussy barely touching his bellend. Yolyu's eyes were lidded, her lips parted slightly in anticipation, and voice extra husky as she begged, "Please, fill me up. Breed me, right now!" Slowly, agonizingly, he lowered Yolyu all the way down his shaft. The shaman's eyes rolled back and she groaned with pleasure as Cuthbert hilted himself inside her, and there they stayed for a beat as they got used to each other. Gods, for a species obsessed with breeding the mature goblin was incredibly tight. Then she started to grind, slowly at first but the pace quickly gained steam until he was slamming her entire body on his dick. The crowd and the world melted away as he melted inside Yolyu, savoring every bump and ridge of her pussy with his heightened sensations. He had no hope of lasting. The feeling of Yolyu's squirming body on his, the heat of her breath on his ear as she begged for more, the thrill of manhandling the goblin and having her love it, this woman was HIS to breed and everything just felt too good. He squeezed down on Yolyu with a bear hug and screamed, climaxing at the same time as her with enough force to leave a puddle of mixed sex fluids on the platform. Next came Yolyu, sliding down his beanpole body with a stupified happy grin and incomprehensible babbling. Somehow, he managed to remain standing as his mate settled into a happy little lump. What was he doing again? Oh, right. The world slid into focus and Cuthbert took stock of his surroundings for the first time. The crowd of goblins was cheering them, to his amazement, and just a few feet away Dragdalk was still sitting in his throne. He was fully erect and stroking himself, but his expression was almost shocked and he just looked so... small. The predatory fire got its second wind and raged in Cuthbert’s belly again, and he pounced on the little goblin before he knew what was happening. Dragdalk was clearly stronger than the human and the better fighter, but he was woefully unprepared and it seemed that this little show had somehow demoralized him. The goblin managed to get an elbow across his chin before Cuthbert could get behind him and slip both arms around his shoulders, grabbing his neck in a full nelson. The bullies at the Fighter's Guild had done this to him plenty of times with two big differences: he was in control, and Dragdalk's bare ass was bumping against his bare cock. He was still ready to go, and if anything the struggle had filled him with sadistic excitement. Dragdalk must've realized his sudden inspiration, because his head craned around enough for one wild eye to swivel at him and beg for mercy. He faltered for a second, until he looked down and locked eyes with Yolyu. His wife, scorned and rejected, one of the only goblins to show Cuthbert any kindness, was all the motivation he needed. The scream Dragdalk let out when he plunged into him silenced the entire field. To his surprise the hobgoblin's anus was loose and put up no resistance, leaving him to wonder if he had a secret shame. And he hadn't even noticed it, but during the struggle all the armed goblins had rushed to their chief's aid. They had frozen mid-step when he started fucking Dragdalk, and were instead watching them to see what happened. So, might as well give them a show. Cuthbert shuffled until he was able to force Dragdalk into facing towards the crowd, his arms stuck awkwardly to the side and his erect cock bobbing towards his subordinates. The proud hobgoblin whimpered slightly as the human began to piston him, but try as he might he couldn't squirm out from under Cuthbert. Just like he had seen with the fighting goblins during his own humiliation, as soon as Dragdalk was forced into a submissive stance he began to give in. He started pushing back against Cuthbert, and although he was cursing him in every way imaginable his body was begging for more punishment. "Hey Yolyu," he panted, "how manly does your husband look now?" The shaman shared a sadistic grin with Cuthbert as she caught on and started jeering at Dragdalk, nudging any nearby goblins to join her. It wasn't long before all the goblins were laughing and heckling their leader in their own chittering tongue, and even though he couldn't make sense of the insults he could feel the shame they burned into Dragdalk. And yet... he could swear the chieften was enjoying this, when he loosened his grip slightly he didn't fight and when he let go completely he instead started jerking himself off with both hands. He was completely broken, just that quickly! Cuthbert quickly slapped Dragdalk on the ass between thrusts, causing the hobgoblin to yelp. "Hey! You don't get to touch." Dragdalk whimpered but went for his own meat again, so he slapped him again and yanked back on a fistful of his hair. "I said, whores don't get to touch," he hissed in his ear. "What are you again?" Dragdalk croaked, "I'm a w... I'm a w..." "Speak up!" "I'M A WHORE-ahhahhAHHHH!" Dragdalk's pitch flew into a feminine falsetto as he came, bucket loads of the sticky stuff splashing all over Yolyu and several guard goblins. His ass spasms were just what he wanted and Cuthbert came just as hard, trying his best to breed Dragdalk for the sake of payback. When he finally collapsed to his knees he used the last of his strength to spin Dragdalk by the shoulder and kick him down, presenting his abused and cum-stuffed asshole to the crowd. "Who else wants some of this bitch!?" In hindsight he probably should not have egged the ravenous goblins on, for they descended on Dragdalk like a tide and knocked Cuthbert aside in the process. He wound up landing next to Yolyu, who had just thrown on her cloak as a formality and was absentmindedly rubbing cum into her skin. She was humming slightly, and gave him the warmest grin he’s seen on a goblin. They both turned to watch events unfold, which he mused must have been eerily similar to what he had gone through last night--except, Dragdalk was clearly enjoying himself a great deal more. ... Cuthbert had gotten bored of watching long before the goblins had gotten bored of fucking, so he dressed myself and walked with Yolyu to the edge of the encampment. Inyelw'n could be seen standing on an overturned cart, one hand on her hip and a look of smug satisfaction on her face. "Well well Cuthbert, that was quite the show," she said. "I hope you can keep that fire, you weren't half bad." He blushed crimson and looked at something interesting over there, mumbling some excuse about magic potions. As the elf climbed down Ziri appeared from out of the caverns, and the poor girl looked absolutely haggard. Hair mussed, eyes baggy, he doubted she had actually slept at all last night, but as she ran up to them she looked happy. "I did it Cuthbert, I did it!" Ziri said, with the manic babbling speed she used when too excited. "I found out what cursed the goblins it was a desecrated shrine to Freyja so I was up all night cleansing the grounds and making amends to the damage because I almost got you killed last night and I'm so so SO sorry and I figured this would help and I wanted to make it up to you so I finished a hour ago but went over everything again to make sure and... and..." She trailed off, looking up at him with big eyes that searched for validation. He had understood maybe half of what the cleric had said, and comprehended even less. "Uh... that's great, Ziri. Thanks." Yolyu, however, must have understood exactly what Ziri was getting at. The shaman gasped and held a hand to her bare belly. "You mean... the curse is over?" "Mhm," Ziri nodded, before jerking and surprising them all. "Oh wait! I wanted to give you something, Yolyu." Ziri rummaged in her sack and pulled out a book bound in red leather with the familiar pink infinity sign/female body symbol on the front. "This is our holy book. If you want to make it up to Freyja, read it and teach it. She is a gracious goddess, and She would treat your tribe well. Looks like She's already helping you out especially, eh?" Yolyu took the book, holding it as if it would crumble to dust at a breeze, and bowed to Ziri. "Thank you, Mistress Ziri. I will bring pride to Freyja. In return, I would also give something." Yolyu snapper her fingers and Klivikx appeared in our circle quiet enough to almost give him a heart attack. Where had the little runt been hiding? "If it pleases you, please take Klivikx with you." Four sets of eyes widened at the matron, and the young goblin was the first to speak up. "Mistress Yolyu, a-are you sure?" Yolyu nodded. "I have taught you all I can. You deserve more than this. Go, learn, grow." Then she turned to the adventurers and continued, "Klivikx will be very useful. I taught him potions, he can be quiet as death, and he will relieve you whenever you wish. Please, show him things I cannot." The rest of them were still baffled, and for whatever reason Ziri and Inyelw'n both looked to Cuthbert. He found his voice hiding from the responsibility, shrugged, and said, "Fuck it, why not? He's good people." Klivikx beamed and gave Yolyu a deep hug, which turned into a very deep and passionate kiss that made his compatriots deeply uncomfortable. "S'alright, he's adopted," he clarified, which seemed to help. Ziri cleared her throat when more than enough time had passed for the goodbye kiss and said, "One last condition then, Klivikx. If you're going to travel with us you need to agree to Freyja's blessing, all it'll do is keep you from impregnating anyone. Else we'll never get any adventuring done." She finished off with a wink that made the goblin squirm, but he nodded. "Hey, wait a sec," Cuthbert piped in, "I thought you said goblins were too potent for that. That's why you made me put on Inyelw'n's dress." "Which he ruined, by the way," the elf sniffed. "It works if the goblin willingly agrees to it," Ziri dismissively said. "That's how devotion works. Now, let's pack up and get to Ightwood, I'm not sure how much more wilderness I can handle! Please." -To be continued-
 * Eat or be eaten,* Cuthbert thought with a mostly sane chuckle, and he opened up to take the green cock in his mouth. To his surprise it didn't taste bad, just like normal skin, and the happy hum from the goblin chief told him he was at least doing something right. Redoubling his efforts he tried to channel the best whores he had ever encountered, working his tongue all about the crown while he jerked him off with both hands. Evidently he knew a thing or two about sucking cocks, because in no time Dragdalk abruptly stood up with a full mast tapping against his lean stomach.