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Life, Death, and Goblins

A wise man in the Monarchy of Esin once said that nothing can be certain in life except for death... and goblins...

“Hey, Mazerk... are you sure about this?”

“Of course I'm sure! Why wouldn't I be sure? It's just a forest...”

Tendel Forest was a thick little area. With looming trees and thick canopies, nights here could at times feel as dark as midnight. Sure, there were fireflies here and there that lit up the area, but they weren't the brightest. No, if you travel through Tendel Forest at night, you need a candle.

Down this dirt road that traveled through Tendel forest, one could see a caravan. It wasn't the largest of caravans, being modest in size, with an obsidian surface that helped make it blend in with the darkness and the shadows. Drawn not by an engine but by a horse, this caravan slowly traveled down the road, rocking left and right as it did so.

At the driver's seat of the carriage were two men: an older man who appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties, and a younger man in his mid to late twenties. The older man – cheery and jovial – lazily kept his hands on the reins of their horse, while the younger man was so bored, he was struggling to keep himself conscious. All they had before them was a seemingly endless road lit up only by the candle which hung over their heads.

“Mazerk...” said the young man as he huffed slightly, “My eyes can't keep open for much longer. I'm really struggling to stay awake here...”

“Ohohohoho! You young men! Always craving excitement and adventure!” said the older man, “Just relax, Tulo! This is an easy job, and it pays well; you should be ecstatic! I wish I had it as easy as you have it now at your age!”

“Bleh...” muttered the young man as he leaned against the driver's seat's handlebars, “That's easy for you to say... you're used to driving horses for hours on end,” he looked around, “I mean... at least get us an engine. Mobiles move much faster than this.”

“Oh Bessy's a fast girl,” said Mazerk as he looked over, “And no engine's gonna get us through this dirt road any faster. Chances are we'd just get stuck anyway,” he jabbed the young man's side, “Just relax yourself, Tulo! If you really need to get some rest, go ahead. Ain't no one around here but us anyway, and I won't tell our bosses you were sleepin' on the job!”

“Why do I doubt that...”

Tulo shook his head and ran his palm along his face. A few times he looked over, where he saw Mazerk grin back at him.

“Would you stop smiling at me like that,” he said, annoyed by the old man's cheeky grin.

“Ohohohoho! If you're that annoyed and you're that hellbent on stayin' up, why don't you head over to the back of the caravan?” said Mazerk as he jabbed Tulo in the side again, “Go and brew yourself a cup of coffee. We're makin' good time, and'll be in Nikton by the middle of the night.”

On one hand, stopping for a quick break would only draw their trip out longer. On the other hand, he really could get himself a cup of coffee, less he fall off the driver's seat in an unconscious heap.

“Okay... fine...” Tulo mumbled as he stood up off the driver's seat, “Let's take a five minute break.”

Mazerk chuckled at his side and shook the reins of their horse, bringing her to a halt. Tulo meanwhile walked over to the back of the caravan, passing by its side, where the name 'SOLUS JEWELERS CO.' was written in bright, gold letters upon the caravan's black surface. And when he grabbed the door at the back of the caravan and pulled it open...

“Aah...”

Jewels. Dozens upon dozens jewels. They were all locked within glass containers, being diamonds, golds, rings, necklaces, anklets, bracelets, chokers; anything and everything one could ever desire in terms of jewelry. How much money was collected in this trailer alone? Far more money than Tulo would ever see in his life!

If he were a less scrupulous man, perhaps he would have stolen some – if not all – of these goods. But doing that would only cause him to be hunted relentlessly by law enforcement, bounty hunters, and guilds alike. Hey, Tulo may be looking for excitement in his life, but not that much excitement.

Reaching to the side, the young man opened a secret compartment, revealing their coffee maker. With a bag of beans resting next to it, all Tulo had to do was pour the beans in the top, pour the water at the bottom, grind it all together, and use their lantern for a quick heat source. With all that, he'd have some coffee ready in a matter of minutes.

So he did it. He ripped open that bag of coffee beans, poured water from his flask into the bottom, and started grinding it all together. The clear liquid within slowly turned a murky brown. All he needed next was the lantern, and--

Swooop! Thwak!

“Urgk!?”

“What the...?”

Alerted, Tulo quickly ran back to the front of the caravan... with one hand hovering above the pistol at his side. He swore he heard Mazerk cry out in pain, but when he got to the front of the caravan, he saw nothing. Bessy wasn't alarmed, instead clomping her hoof against the ground... and the driver's seat was empty.

“Mazerk?” he called as he looked around the area, “Mazerk? Is everything okay?” he looked around again, “I swear, if this is some stupid joke, I'll shoot you...” Stomp! Crush! “What...?”

Tulo looked down and pulled his foot back. Beneath his sole was a crushed box of cigarettes. Mazerk's box of cigarettes. Only he'd smoke Rubins, because he had a taste for that terrible tobacco. And it's not like he just casually discarded this. First off, Mazerk (oddly enough) doesn't litter, secondly... why would you throw out a box of cigarettes when it was halfway full?

Confused, Tulo lifted up the crushed container... before pulling his pistol from his hip.

“Mazeeerrrrk!” he called out as he searched through the forest, “Mazerk! Where the hell are you, you old fool!? Mazerk? Mazerk!” Swoop! Thwak! “Gah!?”

Flying past Tulo's head – missing by just a few centimeters – was a smooth stone. It careened through the air, ringing through it, before striking the caravan behind him. Confused, he turned to face the stone... before bringing his gaze over into the direction he saw it come from.

Eyes. Three sets of eyes. They all stared at him, glowing like the eyes of a dear in the middle of the night. One stood behind a tree, another stood beside it, while one more hung from the tree's canopy. And all three of them were locked upon Tulo

“What the...?” Swoop! Thwak! “Ack!?”

Another stone flew from one of the sets of eyes, this one striking Tulo in the chest. He winced and pulled back, before quickly taking aim with his pistol. Without hesitating, he squeezed the trigger...

POW! POW! POW!

Three bullets flew from the barrel of his revolver, flying through the air... and missing. Sure, he may have stricken the surface of a tree, or maybe a random bush, hell, maybe some unfortunate animal may have been hit. But as for the sets of eyes? None of them were hit, and all of them were beginning to converge upon him.

They moved, their bodies silhouetted against the night sky around them. Tulo could see a few things from them – like how short they were – but that's where things ended. They were just a trio of shadows rushing towards him... before one of them suddenly leaped up.

Swooop! Thwak!

“Gah?”

Stab!

An arrow. It flew from the drawn bow of the shadow in front of him, and struck the ground between Tulo's legs. He gasped and pulled back as he quickly realized just how deadly the situation had become. Stones hurt, but they're just rocks. But an arrow can penetrate him!

“Grh! D-dammit!”

Confused and frightened, Tulo quickly turned and ran away, pushing himself into the forest to escape the trio that were chasing him. He hadn't even realized what he was doing until his legs were already moving, pushing him to leap over bushes and force his way through vines as he ran deeper and deeper into the woods. With each step, the light from their caravan's lantern began to fade... while the sounds of his assailants grew closer and closer.

“Dammit!” he shouted as he looked over his shoulder, took aim with his pistol, and--

POW! POW! POW!

Three more shots roared from his pistol... and those three shots missed as well. The eyes of his pursuers continued darting around and through the woods, chasing Tulo like they were hounds, and he was a hare. One of them broke out from the rest however, and this one was quick to leap into the air. In their hands was something they swung around and around in circles, before tossing it at him.

Swoot! Swoot! Swoot! Swoot! Swoot! SNAG!

“Gah!?” Thud! “Oof!?”

Bolas? That thing just threw bolas at him!?

They wrapped around Tulo's ankles, forcing his legs together, and bringing his escape to a halt. Falling forward, he collapsed into the ground, groaning as dirt and mud slammed into his face. When he pulled himself up, he saw his pistol was a few inches away, causing him to gasp. Quickly he scrambled towards it, but--

Stomp!

A foot fell over the pistol. Tulo's face turned pale and his eyes wide as he stared at the foot.

This small foot.

This green foot.

Slowly, Tulo pulled his eyes up towards the person before him, shivering in place as he did so. Looking back at him was a girl. A short girl. A stacked girl. A girl with green skin. She was thicc and curvy in a variety of areas, with her hips so wide, and her thighs so plump. Her chest too was big and busty, bouncing as she breathed in... and out... in... and out. And her clothes?

Her clothes.

Her clothes weren't made of fabric and textile like his clothes... but were instead forged out of leaves... and bones. Makeshift in nature, she wore thick and long leaves over her legs in a grass skirt, while her chest was covered in the rib cage of some unfortunate animal. Her skirt too had bones wrapped around and through it to reinforce them, and she even had sandals made of bones on her feet. And what appeared to be an animal’s pelt sat on her shoulders like some sort of shawl!

And to tie it all together, on this short woman's head was some animal's skull. It covered her head from the nose up, leaving only her chin and mouth visible... as well as her green eyes as they glowed through the eye sockets of this skull.

She stood before Tulo, breathing heavily as her glowing eyes pierced his very soul. He opened his mouth to speak – maybe shout at her or beg for mercy – but she silenced him when she pulled over the staff in her hand. Much like the clothes she wore, the staff she wielded had various skulls and bones hanging off it, creating this rattling noise as she raised the staff up and began shaking it.

“Guurrrraaaaaaaaawwwww!”

Rattlerattlerattlerattlerattlerattlerattlerattle!!!

“Gah!? Hgggh!?”

Bringing up his hands, Tulo placed them over his ears to block out the loud sound of her rattling staff. But in doing so, he felt someone or something land on his back! Eyes widening, he tried to see who it was that suddenly sat on him, but he instead felt hands forcefully grab him. More he struggled, but they were all in vain as his hands were forced back. His legs too were forced into the air, while thick ropes or maybe vines were tied around his wrists and ankles, keeping him bound. He was hogtied!

“Wh-what the!?” Smack! “Ouch!? What the hell!?”

Looking up, that short green woman with the staff grinned at him, before bringing her gaze up and saying,

“Uchawxk. Cok'j kubo xam udt kxo ect mud rusb ke kxo heutj udt huat kxoah jxak!”

Tulo was confused and bewildered by what she said... only to suddenly be pulled back through the forest. His groans of pain went ignored by his assailants, who began dragging him through the woods and back towards the road. And when the light of the lantern finally returned and he could see his surroundings.

“Heh heh...! Hey kiddo...”

“M-Mazerk...?”

Tulo brought his head up. Hogtied just like him and resting on the side of the road with this hapless smile on his face was Mazerk. The old man was trying to keep his spirits up in this situation, but it wasn't working.

“Mazerk!?” Tulo shouted, “What the hell is happening!?” Smack! “OWWW!?”

“Goblins, boyo. It's goblins...”

“Go... blins...?”

The word 'goblin' brings up a variety of feelings in many different people, with that feeling typically being 'annoyance'. Goblins could be dangerous in large enough numbers, but all you needed to do was swing a sword around and they'd be lopped to pieces. Many goblins were wild and feral beings that adored shiny things, and were barely smart enough to wear clothes! For many starting adventurers and sellswords, hunting down goblins is a beginner’s quest. Hell, many extermination businesses also exterminate goblins for no extra price!

Goblins are just barely above rats in the eyes of many!

But not these goblins. These goblins? They were something else.

Tulo pulled his gaze up as best he could, watching as his attackers revealed themselves in full. There weren't three, but four goblins, and all of them – all of them – were women. Four very short, very stacked women!

Their bodies were all curvy and thicc in all of the right places, with wide hips, thicc thighs, and busty breasts. But they all had various differences from one another as well. There was one with long black hair... and incredibly long and sharp nails. There was one with wild ginger hair who carried a sling. There was one with short white hair that carried a bow in her hands and a quiver of arrows on her back. And then there was the one with all of those bones on her body; the one that Tulo assumed was their leader.

Their differences extended beyond their hair and tools. Like the one with the long nails; she had the longest skirt of them all, and the leaves hung over her chest like a curtain. Like a traditional archer, the one with the bow had a breastplate on her chest to cover her, one that seemed to be made of a tree's thick trunk. And the ginger-haired one with a sling had a variety of totems hanging from her neck.

The quartet of goblins gazed down upon Tulo and Mazerk, who struggled against their bounds. No matter how much they tried to free themselves, they couldn't move nor could they break these vines. All the while, the goblins giggled above them, before shifting their attention towards their caravan.

Together, the quartet rushed to the back of the caravan, where they quickly opened it up. Tulo's face turned pale as he watched the group of goblins raid their diamonds, pulling out the containers and smiling with glee.

“H-hey! Stop that!” shouted the young man, though his cries fell on deaf ears.

“I'd just let 'em be, Tulo. Ain't nothin' we can do in our position,” said Mazerk.

“Gah...! B-but the diamonds!” he said, to which Mazerk shook his head.

“We just gotta accept it, Tulo…” said the older man with a hapless chuckle, “I hope your resume is lookin' good, cuz I don't think Solus Jewelers is gonna be too kind 'bout us losin' their shipment.”

Hearing that caused Tulo to grit his teeth. His face then tightened, growing hard as anger veins pulsated on his head. And after a few minutes of choking on his anger, he shouted out--

“Gaah... fucking...! GOBLINS!!!”

…

The Ring of Omelia.

Centuries ago in an age remembered only by the oldest of elves, there was a powerful demon. This demon – who is only known as Mordred – hounded the world with his nigh endless army in a brutal gambit to take over the world. The world was besieged by monsters who slaughtered great numbers of men, women, and children. And those captured by his army... well... it was probably best not to ponder what happened to them.

To defend themselves from this great demon, the mortals of the past prayed to their gods... and their gods listened. Unto these mortals, they bequeathed great and powerful tools to help ward off the demon Mordred and his army. They blessed mankind with a blade that could cut through anything, a tome that held the mightiest of magics, and a ring which would protect its bearer from any and all attacks. With these mighty tools of magical origin, mankind warded off Mordred and his army, defending their land from his conquest.

This is all almost complete bullshit.

Yes, there was a demon lord who attempted to take over the land centuries ago. Yes, mankind prayed to their gods to save them. And, yes, their gods did answer to bequeathed mankind weapons to defend themselves. But in all tellings of this old legend – the Ballad of the Five Crusaders – never – not once – do they ever speak of a ring.

Believe him, he's looked into it.

Ian Solus. Does that name ring any bells to you? If not, then the business he runs will! Solus Jewelers Co. wasn't just a jewelry store that's located somewhere in Stahlheim. In many ways, Solus Jewelers Co. is thee jewelry store! So much so, that if you were to buy a diamond somewhere within the mighty metal metropolis, then chances are, it has passed through Ian's hands.

All Ian's life, his family have known ore. While they mostly act as politicians within their monarchy's senate, it was not always that way. Generations ago, they were a mining business, and were known to own many mines that dot the Eisin mountains in the north, from which they gained their massive wealth. Nowadays however, their jewelry business is but a small aspect of their larger fortune, thanks to their other businesses and political ideals.

That's not true for Ian however. While the rest of his family were pleased with schmoozing up to the king and queen of Eisin as well as their fellow senators, he was happiest here in his office. Even when the information he was receiving was less than ideal.

Despite his high position as owner of Solus Jewelers, many were often stunned to learn that Ian was a young man. A fit and strong young man, but a young man nonetheless. Only around the age of twenty-seven, Ian had stern and sharp yellow eyes... as well as long, flowing, scarlet red hair that was tied back into a braided ponytail. A tall man too, he had this powerful presence to him that was always sure to turn heads whenever he was at a social event. His handsome features didn't hurt things either, with his cool expressions and even cooler voice. The clothes he wore only enhanced his allure, as he was often adorned in this black, Victorian-esque cloak that wouldn't look out of place on the shoulders of a viscount from Fenera.

Almost everything about Ian said 'high-society', be it his clothes, or the manner in which he carried himself. But all of that paled in comparison to his terse and almost indifferent way of speaking. He suffered no fools, and expected nothing but the best of those he worked with. So when he was told that one of his shipments – and a large shipment at that – was stolen, how was he supposed to feel?

Before him were Mazerk – an older man and someone who's been driving for his company for three years now – and Tulo – a young man who had been driving for him for only six months. Both were scratched and injured, sporting various markings on their bodies, with bandages and bandaids, while sporting looks of disappointment. Ian had already been told why they were like this, but it begged repeating...

“You were attacked... by goblins...?” he said, his cool voice echoing through his office.

“N-not just goblins!” said Tulo as he tensed up, “I swear, Mr. Solus, these goblins weren't like normal! Th-they were like... a trained group of bandits or something! They...! Had tools! They knew how to use slings and arrows, and they coordinated their strike to attack us! They weren't like any goblins I've ever seen!”

“Ah...! The boy's speakin' fast,” said Mazerk as he stepped forward, “But what he said is true, Mr. Solus. I admit – and I take full responsibility for this – that we decided to take a back road to get to Nikton instead of the highway. We were makin' great time, far better time than I've ever made, when we decided to stop for a break. Just a quick smoke and some coffee, cuz Tulo couldn't stay awake--”

“Hey!?”

“But when we stopped, we got attacked by that group of goblins. There were four of them, all of them girls, and all of them barely came up to my hip. But it's just like Tulo said; they were skilled and practiced. This wasn't their first time attackin' some caravan and stealin' its cargo. Even the way they seemed to target us in particular makes me think that they knew what Solus Jewelers was, and... well... we know how goblins get around shiny things.”

Ian's eyes swept between his subordinates upon hearing this information, his frown growing wider. While being attacked by goblins is bad, that didn't change the fact that they were goblins! Do you know how many goblins Ian himself has slain back when he was a Knight of Eisin? Far too many to count, let alone remember!

But according to Mazerk and Tulo, these goblins were different, skilled enough to use tactics that didn't just involve using a mass amount of numbers. And from how the two were found – hogtied like a couple of, well, hogs – this group of goblins knew how to keep their prisoners bound. At least they didn't kill them or Bessy.

Honestly, that horse was proving herself more worthwhile to keep than these two bozos...

“This is... ridiculous...” Ian mumbled to himself as he stood up from his desk, “I'll think about how to deal with your failures. In the meantime, you two are suspended until further notice. Go home and get some rest. And...” he leered at them, “For your sake, you two better pray those diamonds return in a timely manner.”

For two people who lost a shipment of riches, they were getting off easy compared to Ian's contemporaries. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Regardless, neither Mazerk and Tulo were planning on waiting around and finding out, as they silently thanked their boss before slipping out through the door behind them. That left Ian alone, who reached out for a wired phone on his desk. Picking it up and pulling it to his lips, he said,

“Andrea. Can I see you in my office, please.”

And then placed the phone back down. Several moments later.

Eeaarrk!

The door opened up.

“You called, Mr. Solus? I assume this has something to do with the recent lost shipment?”

Ian looked up. In front of him was a fox woman dressed in business casual with short blonde hair, circular glasses, and a professional and indifferent expression. This was Andrea, his secretary.

“Yes, this has something to do with the lost shipment,” he confirmed with a sigh as he leaned back in his chair, “Did you already investigate things?”

“Of course I did,” said his secretary as she pulled out a clipboard and slowly began looking through it, “The area Mazerk and Tulo were attacked in is called the Tendel Forest. And for the past year, there has been an increased number of goblin attacks along this road. They usually steal from merchant vessels, and abscond with a variety of things, typically jewelry and meats.”

“Tch... how obnoxious,” Ian mumbled as he crossed his arms, “Why haven't the local guilds dealt with this mess? Isn't goblin eradication their business?”

“From what I was able to gleam through my research, the guilds in the area find dealing with these goblins to be beneath them,” Andrea explained, “The local law enforcement also do not deal with issues such as monsters, only bandits. And exterminators are not hunters. Truthfully...” she looked back at her boss, “It all comes down to payment. With these goblins being... well... goblins, no one wishes to waste time or effort on performing a mission they'll be paid lightly for. And – again – their goblins, so all the calls to deal with these goblin bandits have promised a low pay.”

“Ugh... no one wants to pay a lot to deal with goblins, and no one wants to be paid lightly for dealing with goblins,” he shook his head, “Such is the way of capitalism.”

Ian groaned as he sank into his chair, appearing very unlike the debonair businessman he presented himself as. Andrea tilted her head at him.

“What are you planning to do, sir?” she asked, “Would you like it if I hired a guild to eradicate these goblins and take back our goods?”

“And, what? Risk having such unscrupulous men have complete access to our stolen goods?” he shook his head, “If we hire a guild member to take care of these goblins, whose to say if our inventory won't appear lighter than before. And you know me; I counted it all by hand myself. If even one diamond is missing, I will know,” he shook his head, “I'm not going to risk that.”

“So what do you propose we do, sir?”

Ian didn't have an answer, at least, not an immediate one. Instead he stood up and placed his hands behind him, where he turned and walked over towards the windows at his back. The metropolis of Stahlheim was a grand city, one made of countless metal and steel structures. From his vantage point, he gazed over all of it, and could see the mighty metal walls that encapsulate the city.

Seeing it all thump with life and steel before him, Ian took a deep breath as his thoughts began to settle. The answer was, honestly, quite easy. If no guild wanted to deal with these goblins, and he himself did not trust them to return his goods safely, then that left only one person trustworthy enough to handle this situation.

“I'll do it myself...” Ian mumbled as he turned to face his secretary, who grew surprised at his statement.

“C-come again, sir?”

“I said I'll do it myself,” he stated as he walked up to her, “I'm not going to let these goblins run off with my jewels, not when I can do something about it. So...” he faced the door, “Clear out my schedule for next week, Andrea. I'm going to be out for a short while.”

“Wait? N-next week? So soon?”

“I cannot risk the goblins losing my goods,” he explained, “And it's already been a few days since the attack, so who knows where all of the treasure is at. The sooner I leave to deal with this little issue, the sooner I can rest peacefully at night.”

“But... Mr. Solus, you're being hasty,” said Andrea as she approached him, “Just... hire a guild you trust. Dealing with goblins is beneath you! A-at the very least hire a guild to accompany you!”

“No need,” he said with a shake of his head, “I'm sure I can handle goblins myself. I used to do it all the time as a Knight of Eisin, so what's so different now?” he paused again, looking at her as he opened the door, “I trust you can handle everything while I am gone.”

“But.. ah! Wait, Mr. Solus...” she mumbled, watching as he pushed through the door, “Ugh...! Always so... hardheaded!”

…

The Knights of Eisin. When he was a younger man trying to make his way through the world free of his family's shadow, he joined the Knights of Eisin. They were his kingdom's – the Monarchy of Eisin – premiere law enforcement and army. But it was during his years at the academy where he learned knighthood that he came to a terrible realization.

The Knights of Eisin were abysmally ineffective.

Perhaps this isn't too surprising, considering how numerous the guilds were in the monarchy. Many people found it easier to hire sellswords and bounty hunters than going to their local knight outpost for help. To be fair, Eisin is a large land, but it still speaks ill of one's belief in their knights when they'd rather trust random adventurers and swordsmen than their own law enforcement.

But Ian didn't need to trust guild members or the law; he could trust himself.

Medvaka was a sleepy town overlooking the grassy hills and the windmills that rested upon them. And overlooking the sleepy town that overlooks the grassy hills and windmills was Ian's personal estate. Well, technically, it was one of his family's many summer homes, but none of his siblings nor his parents have stayed at this home in years.

Ian didn't mind. He quite preferred the loneliness their Medvaka estate offered him!

It was morning as he stood outside his estate, gazing out over the vineyard they owned. Even this early in the day, his groundskeeper and farmers were tending to his fields, plucking fruit and storing them within baskets. Normally, he'd be indoors going through various shipping manifests, inventory lists, and other paperwork. Instead, he stood at the back porch with his hands behind his back, awaiting the arrival of...

“I'm here, Master Solus.”

Ian turned. Rolling up behind him via an engine was a truck... with a carriage being drawn behind it. It was a bulky vehicle, one with a jet-black color, and a long hood with its engine sticking out of it. Four bespoke wheels rested on the truck, and the seat was an open hood that was wide enough to hold two people, much like a horse drawn carriage.

And at the driver's seat of this truck was an old man, one who was older than Ian by a few decades. Dressed like a typical butler, he had small, circular-rimmed glasses, well-groomed gray hair, and a curly mustache with a long goatee.

“Everything is in order, Wentworth?” asked Ian as his butler dismounted from the truck.

“Down to your every specificity,” he answered with a bow, “Though, as I was preparing your carriage, I got a call from your secretary, Andrea. She again implores that you cancel this quest of yours, and instead call a guild or backup to aid you.”

“Bah... I've already set my mind, Wentworth,” said Ian as he climbed aboard the truck, “Please tell Andrea to drop this. I'm heading down to Tendel, and nothing can stop that.”

“I did. And I'm sure she will call again in the next few hours, though by that time you will already be long gone...” Wentworth then paused for a moment as he rubbed his glasses with his handkerchief, “Master Solus... may I be so bold as to share my opinions with you?”

“You're always bold, Wentworth,” said Ian as he leaned over his truck's edge to gaze at him, “But, fine, what is on your mind?”

“I cannot help but to agree with Andrea,” he said, “You are still a young man, and young men yearn to head out and adventure. But I cannot help as if the life you are living is too attached to your business. Everything you do is in relation to Solus Jewelers, and while I appreciate your work ethic, even you must know the importance of taking time away from your duties. And, no, your wine tasting is not enough.”

“We always have this conversation, Wentworth...” Ian bemoaned, “Let me guess... you spoke with Sir Holmes again? Please, tell him I am not interested in courting his daughter. Nor his niece. Nor Mr. Mingham's sister.”

“I know you'd say that. You've said the same thing for all the women who were interested in you,” said Wentworth, “But I also long for the day you'd return home with a woman at your side. I assure you, spending many, many hours in your office will only eat at you. I don't want you to one day wake up and feel frustrated that you threw away your youth.”

“Haaaah... I appreciate your opinions, Wentworth. And like usual, I shall take them to heart. However, right here and now, I have goblins that need hunting, so the day when I return home with a woman at my side will have to wait a little while longer.”

“So it would seem,” said Wentworth as he stepped back, “Take care of yourself, Master Solus.”

Ian nodded, before placing his foot down to the pedal of his truck. The engine began thumping to life soon after, its pistons alternating. And after a few more moments, the truck and its caravan began driving forward, Standing aside, Wentworth watched as his master drove towards the estate's gates, which parted open so he could exit through them.

“Safe travels, Master Solus.”

…

Safe travels indeed.

Tendel Forest was a lot thicker than he thought it would be. Bushes came up to his hips, canopies hung low to his head, and more than a few times he had to cut his way through thickets and vines. This was just some basic forest, right? Why was it so tropical?

Slash! Cut! Slash!

“Hmm...”

The moon hung high in the sky, showering its silver light upon the thick forest. All around, one could hear the chirps of bugs, the calls of owls, and the croaking of frogs. And among them, trudging through the forest with a sword in one hand and a lantern in the other, was Ian.

With his long black cloak and strong black boots, he easily blended in with the shadows of the forest, hoping that the added camouflage would help him catch his targets. Around his waist he also had various potions and tonics brought with him, just in case things took a sour turn. He even brought a magical tome... though he'd be the first to admit his practice in sorcery was waning.

Ian's yellow eyes cut through the forest, scanning it thoroughly with his lantern held high. Through its screen, its blue flame shined through the forest, illuminating the area by a twenty yard radius. He had been traveling through here for hours now, having arrived at the forest just a little bit past sunset. By now, it must have been close to midnight, maybe even a little past 1 AM. And yet, he still had copious amounts of energy, and wasn't deterred in his search in the least bit.

Even if finding these goblins was proving itself more difficult than he'd like to admit.

When he left his home, he did so with one of his caravans proudly sporting the name 'SOLUS JEWELERS CO.' in all bold letters. But even after driving through Tendel Forest once or twice, those goblins did not reveal themselves. Did they suspect a trap, or were they just not on patrol tonight? Perhaps they were pleased with the cargo they had already stolen, and weren't looking to gain any new treasure... yet...

So Ian was forced to leave his truck and enter the forest on foot, where he slashed through the foliage with his elegant blade... and his glowing ring.

The Ring of Omelia.

It was a precious family heirloom. The so-called sixth heavenly item bequeathed to mankind to fight the demon lord in legend, it is said that this ring would protect its wearer from any and all oncoming attacks. Arrows would bounce off of them, magical bolts would be deflected, and blades would break upon striking their foe.

That is, if you actually believed this nonsense.

Ian didn't believe it. But he did once... years ago, that is... when he was a young boy. He swore by this ring's magical protection, and yearned for the day he could finally wear it. And that day eventually arrived when he turned thirteen. His father let him put on the ring, and he watched as his son – filled with energy – ran out into the fields and threw himself into a bed of roses.

That was perhaps the biggest mistake of Ian's life. But, hey, his father found it hilarious.

From that moment on, he never believed any legend, any myth, any tall-tale of powerful magical items that were blessed by the gods. This ring was a farce, and the only person he could truly rely on in terms of protection was himself. So why did he wear the ring now even if he knew it did nothing?

Hey, it may not be magical, but it still looks good.

The ring itself was made with marvelous craftsmanship. A golden band that was smooth and spherical, with a cradle that contained a bright, ruby gemstone. A grade AAA ruby gemstone at that. He'd even argue it was in a grade above AAA, but only a mad man would make such a claim in public. While the ring may lack divine protection, he wouldn't be surprised if it was indeed created by some otherworldly force.

Like a hunter from Fenera, Ian's eyes cut through the thicket in front of him, running from left and right. So far, he had not seen sight nor sound of his targets, confusing him. Perhaps he was heading in the wrong direction.

Snag...

Or maybe he was being followed all of this time.

Fwip! Twang!

“Hm?”

A bowstring. A notched arrow. A darting flier. It all whistled in Ian's ears, being out of place among the sounds of the forest around him. He reacted accordingly, quickly swinging his sword behind him with a beautiful--

Slash!

An arrow. With his blade he bisected an arrow. It snapped in twain and fell harmlessly at his feet, alerting Ian... and causing him to look up. In the distance, he saw a pair of glowing eyes. They stood beside trees, and were too far away to properly get a view of. Even the light of his lantern didn't reach far enough to illuminate them.

No matter. That was his target.

Ian didn't say a word. He didn't need to say a word. He just marched towards the eyes, knowing well who – and what – they were. A glow of magic even began flowing from his fingers as his march shifted into a jog, and from a jog into a sprint.

“Hmph!”

He leaped at the eyes, rushing through the forest to capture them. They pulled away just as quickly, and retreated deeper into the woods. Through bushes, over overturned logs, and under thickets he chased these eyes, remaining locked on the silhouette of their body. He could just barely see the curves of their frame, and how their body jostled and jiggled... but that's all.

What? Jiggled? Ngh...

The eyes leaped over another bush, and Ian did likewise in his chase...

Only to immediately fall into a shallow pit.

“What?” Whoosh! “Oof!?”

The pit was a basic-level trap, being just a big enough hole for a human man to get trapped in, with some shrubbery placed over it as camouflage. But the hole was more than that. As Ian recoiled from his fall, he realized that there were thick vines placed at the bottom of the pit... and it didn't take him long to realize what purpose these vines served.

He then looked up... where his eyes fell on the grinning face of a white-haired goblin girl. Her body was short and stacked, with luscious curves, wide hips, thicc thighs, and this ever pronounced chest. And all of it was contained in long leaves and overgrowth that was bolstered by vines. It caused her brassiere to give her chest a generous lift, and she even had a breastplate to cover her. Couple that with the various tools hanging from her hip, the bow in her hand and the quiver of arrow on her back, and she gave him the vibe of an ingenious archer and inventor.

Although he couldn't really focus on any of it, not with her hefty breasts hanging in front of him.

So wide. So big. So curvy. They raised up and down as she breathed, and with her position atop him, he could barely see the smirk that adorned her lips, and the mischievous glint in her brown eyes.

Tug!

“What?”

Perhaps he should have been paying more attention to what she was holding, as opposed to ogling her shortstack body!

In her finger was a vine, one that set off a trap... the very same trap that Ian was ensnared in. Vines slid through their locks, causing the pit he fell in to reveal itself as a net trap! Said net quickly flung upwards towards the sky, lifting Ian up, and hanging him there like some animal.

“What the...?” he said in disbelief, his eyes looking around, “How did...?”

This trap? This trap was far too technical for goblins to pull off! Goblins aren’t industrial like this! Sure, there were plenty of domesticated goblins who were intelligent, but those were far rarer compared to the feral goblins that hound the wild. Many of them didn't wear clothes beyond loin clothes, yet this goblin in front of him had her clothes bolstered by strong vines, wielded a bow and arrow like a talented archer, and was smart enough to employ tactics and traps to capture him.

Mazerk and Tulo were right: They were skilled and practiced.

And it wasn't just one of them. There were four of them.

From the thickets of the forest, more figures emerged. Their bodies were covered in shadows, but as they got closer to him, his lantern illuminated their bodies. Four goblins. Four short, stacked, thicc, goblin girls! They surrounded him with unique attributes and aesthetics that made it easy for him to discern the differences of.

There was the archer from before, but there was also a goblin with long nails and long black hair. She had these sharp, piercing purple eyes as well, and wore this uppity and even somewhat dainty smile. Her clothing too appeared to be the most extravagant of the four, with her longer grass skirt, and the various golden necklaces and bracelets she wore. All of which were stolen, no doubt.

Beside her was another goblin, one whose hair was wild and ginger. Around her neck hung various totems, trinkets and charms, all of an unknown origin to Ian. While her clothing was made of leaves and vines like the others, hers was longer and form-fitting, almost like a dress. Her eyes were these bright blue, almost crystal in color, and they were glaring intensely at him. And in her hand she held a spear, one she kept trained on him.

And last but certainly not least was her: their leader... the broodmother. Ian could tell she was the leader due to her clothing. Unlike the others which wore mostly leaves that were reinforced by vines, her clothing was mostly made out of bones. Some unknown creature's rib cage clutched her chest, and its femurs and pelvis kept her pelvic curtain raised around her hips. And on her head – keeping it covered save for the few glimpses he got of her green eyes – was the skull of an animal. Perhaps a bovine of some sort going by its shape and horns.

The four goblins all surrounded Ian, their eyes focused on their captive prey. He glared back at them, no longer struggling to escape their net, but remaining weary. They didn't seem threatening. If anything, they appeared just as curious of him as he was of them. They also remained cautious of their surroundings, as if expecting him to have allies.

“Nuj xo ucedo?” asked the broodmother.

Ghukliak. They were speaking Ghukliak: the language of the goblins. Fortunately, Ian learned Ghukliak during his time in the academy. Unfortunately, that was years ago, and it's not like he has practiced speaking Ghukliak often! Crap.

“Vhem nxuk A sud kocc, xo aj ucedo,” answered the archer, her tone sounding somewhat bratty, “A nuj veccenad' 'am uheidt veh xucv ud xeih. Xo aj ucedo.”

What? She was following him around beforehand? At least, that's what he could understand from her words. While he figured he was being watched as he wandered through Tendel Forest, he didn't think it was from afar, but she was outright following him.

Ian felt like he had pretty sharp senses... but apparently not sharp enough. When he got back to the estate, he was going to hone his body so a mistake like this never happens again.

“Xo xuj u jamacuh suhulud ke kxejo wioj no ukkusbot cujk noob,” said the goblin with the long black hair and long nails, her tone somewhat refined, “Udt ceeb uk kxuk hadw! Ak'j je rouikavic!”

She mentioned his caravan from before, confirming to him that these were the goblins responsible for that earlier attack. She also mentioned his ring.

“Nxuk jxeict no te nakx xam?” said the ginger as she faced the broodmother.

Yes, good question: What were they going to do to him now? They had him captured, so would they kill him? No, that didn't seem like their MO; they didn't kill his men from before. So were they going to just let him free? Maybe... but most likely not considering their attraction to his ring.

Was Ian worried? Not at all. While these goblins were smarter than he gave them credit for, that didn't mean they were a danger to him. Quite the opposite, really; he wanted to be captured. The only reason why he didn't break out of this net was because he wanted to remain in place.

So easily he could activate his magical talent and immolate the net he was captured in, or just swing out with his blade to cut through them... but he didn't. If he scared them off, they'd just hide in the forest, and he wouldn't be able to find their hideout. And if he didn't find their hideout, he wouldn't be able to find his stolen goods.

Was it embarrassing acting like caught prey? Yes. But until they showed him mortal harm, he was going to continue playing this role.

“Cok xam tend,” the broodmother said as she slammed her staff into the ground, “No sud ijo xam.”

Wicked grins appeared on the lips of the three other goblins, and they all turned to face Ian together. Growing defensive, he readied his sword in a showing of force... only for that ginger-haired goblin to suddenly throw a pair of bolas around his blade. They wrapped around his blade, and with a light tug...

“Ghn?”

She pulled it from his grasp.

Of course, Ian let her pull it from his grasp... but he was still surprised by how strong she was. Moreover, the intelligence of these goblin bandits surprised him. How many tools did they have access to?

Moving over, the archer goblin came to the vines that kept Ian suspended, where it was tied around a tree's thick root. And after untying it...

“Oh dammit...” Fwump! Thud! “Ooof!?”

He collapsed into the same pit he fell in before. Again it dazed him, and again when he looked up, he came face to face with one of those goblins. It was the one with the long nails, and she was grinning at him. She also had no qualms with drawing her finger forward, and poking it against his chin.

“Jkudt if, mud-kxadw!”

Or...

Stand up, man-thing!

Somehow, he understood that.

Continuing to play the role as captive prey, Ian obeyed, and stood up to his feet. The long-nailed goblin giggled at his submissiveness, before turning to face her broodmother with a nod.

“Cok'j wok rusb ke kxo xatoeik!” she said whilst raising her staff, “Udt boof yeih oyoj ed kxo mud-kxadw!”

Xatoeik? That was... hideout! Yes, that's it! Hideout! They were taking him to their hideout!”

Ian remained silent yet indignant juuuuuuust enough to not rouse suspicion. The ginger-haired goblin had come over with a vine in hand, which she used to tie his hands together, binding him completely. Quite the tight tie too.

“Yei'ho u houc giaok edo, uhod'k yei?” she said whilst looking up at him, her long ears twitching.

“De vhukohdaqadw nakx kxo mud-kxadw,” the long-nailed goblin scolded her... for whatever it is she said. Ian missed it. The ginger-haired goblin didn't seem too bothered anyway, as she shot her more gaudy friend a snarky pout.

Together, the bandits began tugging Ian along, causing him to stew quietly in place... while his eyes darted about. He scanned their location thoroughly, committing it all to memory so that he could easily make his way down here when he needed to recollect his things.

Fwump!

“Gah!? Wh-what!?”

Only to have the wool literally pulled over his eyes. Or... well... animal pelt in this case.

Ian's eyes were covered, making it impossible to see as the broodmother had placed her animal pelt over his head. And with his hands bound, he couldn't pull the pelt off his head. Ian was stuck in darkness, with the only sounds being the ambient noises of the animals around him... as well as the teasing giggles of the goblin bandits.

Was he worried? A bit more than before, but he still wasn't frightened. While he could use his magic to blow them away, or his other skills to escape these binds, he kept playing the role of defeated prey. Still, the fact that these goblins used such tactics on him was... telling. They weren't the common variety gaggle of feral goblins that attack traveling adventurers. These goblins were talented... skilled... and knew exactly what they were doing.

For what felt like half an hour, he was tugged along through the forest by his hands. Occasionally, that ginger-haired goblin would poke him in the butt with her spear, or the archer goblin would tug on the vines that kept his wrist bound, or the long-nailed goblin would poke at his ring. The broodmother remained indifferent however, with only the sound of her rattling staff echoing into his ears.

Soon, the feeling of the forest floor beneath their feet shifted into... something else. The ground was suddenly hard and coarse, feeling not like soil and grass, but instead like hard stone and rock. The sounds of the forest also grew muffled, becoming distant as they entered into something. A cave? Somewhere in Tendel Forest was a cave? Was this where they were hiding out from?

Hm...

“Kao xam ke kxo fejk,” the broodmother said, “Mubo jiho ak'j kawxk!”

Tug!

“Hnng!”

Forcibly pulled along, Ian was led over... somewhere, where he was tied to... something. A few times he pulled against the post he was tied to, only for it to not budge in the slightest. Meanwhile, the quartet of goblins all giggled as they began moving around him, circling him several times. He heard them speak, but they were all talking so fast that he couldn't possibly decipher it all.

He did hear the last thing said by the long-nailed goblin however.

“Xo'j u houc fhokky mud-kxadw, ajd'k xo?”

Or...

He's a real pretty man-thing, isn't he?

Briefly, Ian's face grew blank. She was calling him 'pretty'? That was not a compliment in this situation. What were they planning on doing with someone like him? And were they going to remove this animal's pelt from his eyes!?

Well... yes, actually...

Tug!

“Ah...?”

The animal pelt was pulled from his head, letting him gaze at his surroundings... where his eyes grew wide.

Just as Ian surmised, they were in a cave... and a well-lit cave at that. Various vines and ropes were strewn about on the cavern's walls, holding up candles and lanterns of various origins that kept the area appropriately lit. More proof that these goblins were industrious.

More objects of various origins dotted the area. Stolen barrels that looked like they came from one of Eisin's port towns, stolen furniture from places like Tyde, even things like fabrics and tapestry from somewhere as far as Guarude. From the signs of things, these goblins have been working here for years, with two being the least from what he could gleam.

But none of that mattered, not to Ian. He was more focused on finding his goods. But no matter how many times he wheeled his head around, he couldn't see the jewelry stolen from him. Sure, there were some diamonds and necklaces placed upon things like tables and desks, but they were far too little! So either the goblins sold them in this time (which he doubted), or this cave was far larger than what he could currently see.

Poke!

“Ah?”

“Kxaj mud-kxadw aj lohy sihaeij,” said the orange-haired goblin as she poked his cheek, “Nxuk uho yei ceebadw veh, mud-kxadw?”

What was he looking for? His goods, of course! And now that he was in their cave, it was time to break free of these binds and dispatch these goblins. While he took no pleasure in killing another creature – he was no hunter like many of his friends – that didn't mean he would hesitate either. All he needed to do was--

Grab!

Nothing. He was going to do nothing.

Hands fell on Ian's hips, making him stiffen in place. These hands – quick and nibble – undid the straps that kept his long coat on his shoulders, causing it to fall from his body. His body beneath was revealed; these slacks that gripped tight upon his strong legs, and this button up top that was equally tight along his chest.

A stunned expression sat on Ian's face and his cheeks turned red with embarrassment, while the four goblins around him all gawked in awe. There were sparkles in their eyes as they marveled at his athletic frame and handsome features. Those cool yellow eyes that shimmered like gold... the scarlet hair that was redder than the setting sun... his strong and athletic frame that wasn't broad or wide... oh... it all made him unique among the men they were used to. Even the way he carried himself was immaculate.

Ian... did not share their enthusiasm.

As the goblin quartet muttered among themselves, he fidgeted in space. What was he even doing here? This farce had gone on for long enough! It was time to bring it all to an end! So...

Zwwwooooooosssshh!

“AH!?”

“HUH!?

“OH!?

“NXUK!?”

Without warning, incantation, or even hand symbols, a pillar of fire suddenly erupted from Ian's feat! This pillar swirled and whirled as it rose high, touching the ceiling of the cave, and completely engulfing him. The four goblins were forced back by the fire, less they be burned asunder. Instead, the vines they used to keep him bound were reduced to ashes, freeing him.

The veil of the flames parted open, revealing Ian on the other end. He glared down upon the three goblins as he stood above them, his yellow eyes intense. Wait... three goblins? That's not right! There were four of them! The broodmother was still there, as well as the one with the long nails, and the other with the ginger hair! Where had the archer gone?

Tug!

“What!?”

SPLASH!

“OOF!?”

A bucket. For some reason, a bucket was hanging above his head. He hadn't noticed it before... perhaps this place was used to torture victims they captured? That didn't seem right. Maybe this water was used to feed animals they had caught instead? Regardless of the 'whys', a bucket of water had been pulled over, falling atop Ian and dousing his flames.

That wasn't too much of a problem, really. His fire was borne from magic, not nature. He could cause flames to sprout around him whenever he wanted. Instead, he turned, glaring towards the distance where he saw the archer goblin gaze back at him.

“You four are starting to test my patience...” he mumbled... though he knew they didn't understand him, “No more of this...”

In the distance, he saw his sword. The ginger-haired goblin had stolen it before with her bolas, and brought it into the cave with them. It sat behind her... but a sudden stirring caused the blade to levitate. Her ears twitching, she heard the blade ring as a strong gust of wind picked the sword up behind her. And with a jerk back of his hand...

“Hmph!”

Ian caused his sword to come flying towards him, where he grabbed it by its handle. Armed once again, he looked towards the goblins, before pushing his hand through his hair.

“You four can't understand me, but I'll give you this warning nonetheless,” said Ian, “Return my things, and no harm shall befall you. Otherwise...”

Slash!

In a show of force, Ian cut his blade through the air. It may have been years since he's had to properly face someone in true combat, but that did not mean his capabilities were dulled in the slightest. The goblins grew weary of him, understanding he was a dangerous foe... but not scared in the least bit.

If anything, the one with the long nails seemed almost excited.

“Veccajx mud-kxadw!” she shouted, “No'cc rhadw yei ke xooc!”

“Tch... go ahead and try...”

Without hesitation or warning, the long-nailed goblin ran at him, still grinning with this almost sadistic glee. Ian could even swear he heard her laugh like some haughty noblewoman! Despite her short stature and her jiggling... assets, she moved surprisingly fast, clearing the distance between them in a matter of seconds. And with a mighty pounce, she leaped through the air, and swung at him with her nails.

Klash!

“What?”

Well... not nails. They were more like claws in how they clashed with his blade.

Ian stepped back, shocked by the long-nailed goblin's strike, but quick to recoil. Readying his blade once again, he prepared to defend himself from another attack... only for his eyes to grow wide. In a fraction of a second, he turned around, and--

Slash!

Cut through an arrow that had been flung towards him. The archer goblin tried putting him down while her ally kept him occupied. Clever girl...

His hand curling through the air, he summoned his magic once again, causing a torrent of wind to appear behind the archer goblin. Her brown eyes grew wide as she was suddenly pulled in towards him, watching as he raised his blade high. But before that sword could slash towards her...

Swoop! Swoop! Swoop! Swoop! Swoop!

“Tch!”

Slash!

Bolas came flying towards Ian, forcing him to cut through them. They fell at his feet, but that moment gave the archer goblin enough time to escape his perimeter... and allowed the long-nailed goblin to again leap up and slash at him.

Klash! Klash! Klash!

Again and again and again, his blade clashed with her talons. And with each strike, he heard her chortles fill the air around him. What? Did she get off on battle or something? And... wait... was it him, or were his clothes suddenly feeling... light?

“What the...?”

The long-nailed goblin leaped back, her hand pulled to her mouth. With this uppity and cocky giggle that wouldn't be out of place on an arrogant princess, her purple eyes looked Ian up and down. Along his body, there were various splits and tears cut through his clothes, revealing his chest... his arms... even his stomach.

And the musculature that laid on all of it.

“Woooooowwww...”

Ian gritted his teeth, annoyed that he had been caught off guard by this goblin of all creatures. She however was marveling at her handiwork... and at the body she revealed beneath it.

So... handsome!

“This is absurd...” Ian growled as he swung his blade around before readying it, “I'll cut you down to size.”

Ian rushed at the long-nailed goblin, slashing at her with his blade again and again. She was immediately forced to backpedal, pulling away from him in an attempt to defend herself. For some reason, she wasn't being as aggressive as she was before... and neither was Ian.

Was something wrong with him? He was trying to kill her, right? Do you know how many goblins he's killed in his past? Let's just say... enough. They were nuisances; like rodents that can use tools. And, no, they're different from anthro-feral rodents who wield tools... that's besides the point! Goblins were goblins, and that's that!

So why did he fail to bring his blade against her? Why was he swinging his sword a little slower than he should be? Why wasn't he just using his magic to freeze her, or burn her, or blow her away?

Because of her body.

Focused though Ian was, his cheeks were a beat red as he approached the long-nailed goblin. He's clashed blades with dames before in a sparring match, but this was different. In those cases, his opponent was wearing, ya'know, clothes. When they moved, he didn't see her breasts bounce around, or her thick flesh quiver and quake. But against this goblin, that's all he saw. The long leaves and animal pelts she wore for clothing did little to obscure her erotic, shortstack body beneath. If anything, all the jewelry she wore only made it more impossible to ignore her body!

How could one gaze away from the erotic body of the shortstack goblin, when gold and diamonds glittered in the lights of the cavern? The way she moved – left and right – was surprisingly deft and talented, never moving too fast or too slow. Everything was damn near perfect! How many battles has she been in? This was not your garden-variety goblin.

He even struggled to consider her feral.

KLASH!

With one more strike, Ian's blade clashed with the long-nailed goblin's claws. He had gotten atop her, and was forcing her down with his superior size and strength. She gritted her teeth, glaring at him with those purple eyes of hers as she struggled to stand firm. But with each passing second, her legs began to buckle, and she felt herself lean further and further back.

Fwip! Twang!

But Ian wasn't a fool. As the long-nailed goblin kept him occupied, that gave the archer goblin the perfect time to fire another arrow. And like time and time before, he swung around to cut her arrow in midair, stopping it from injuring him.

But that too was a ruse.

Swoop! Swoop! Swoop! Swoop! Swoop!

Those arrows were a feint.

Snaagg!

“What!?”

Wrapping around his ankles were bolas which forcibly tied his legs together. Tight little things; they caused Ian to grow stiff. He gritted his teeth and prepared to cut the bolas free from his body, but before he could get the chance, a whip-like rope was tied around his blade. He looked over; it was that ginger-haired goblin again! She gripped his sword tight, and with a pull...

Swip!

“Gah!?”

She pulled it free from his hands, forcing it to the ground. Now Ian was surrounded by these goblins again without his sword, and with bolas tied around his legs! Damn! How did he let this happen!? He could always summon his magic again – and he was about to do so – but he couldn't believe he trapped himself in this situation in the first place!

But before he could call his blaze, the broodmother approached him. He stared at her skull mask, watching as she readied her staff, and--

Push!

“Oof!?”

Quite a strong goblin. She actually winded him.

SPLASH!

“NMM!?”

Ian fell back... where he landed into a pool of water. He sank to the bottom, but was tall enough that his head remained above the pool's surface. Wait a second... this wasn't a pool; this was a--

“Tub? A... bathtub?”

His eyes darted around the circular rim of the tub. Firstly, it had immaculate craftsmanship. Like a natural hot spring, it was laden with stones and stalagmites that stuck out through the pond's surface. But the bottom was nice and smooth, slightly round too, making it comfortable to sit in. The rim of the tub was also adorned with things like small lanterns and... were those (stolen) soaps!?

Confused, Ian looked around his surroundings, before gazing up towards the quartet of goblins above him. They all looked back down upon him, the long-nailed and archer goblins both grinning, the ginger-haired goblin appeared curious, and the broodmother being... almost indifferent. He started to rise up, prepared to keep this fight going, but--

“Hiyaaaah!”

“What the?” Splash! “Ooof!?”

The long-nailed goblin suddenly leaped into him, face first. She slammed into his chest, pinning him further against the tub he was in as she rested upon him. Her big, plump, juicy breasts, pressed against his flat chest, while she gripped his shoulders with her long nails and claws. And after recoiling from her sudden tackle, Ian gazed forward just in time to watch her raise one of her claws up high.

Swipe!

He expected her to cut him, and in a way, she did... just not in the area he thought. Instead of aiming for his jugular, or his eyes, or his chest, the long-nailed goblin cut through his hair. It was one cut – one precise slash – but his braided ponytail was undone before their very eyes.

“Wooooooowwww...”

And there it was again; that sparkle in the long-nailed goblin's eyes.

She gawked at Ian as his scarlet hair fell messily along his face and back. He stared back with gritted teeth and a blush on his face, watching as she placed her palm on his head, and moved aside his wet hair. His face revealed in full, she could marvel at his handsome and – admittedly – pretty features.

His flesh lacked blemishes. His glowing yellow eyes were incredibly sharp. The red hue of his scarlet hair was so attractive. His shapely nose was smaller and pointed; unlike a male goblin's nose which was as long as a dagger. Putting it lightly...

Ian was beautiful!

His beauty and physique was only amplified as the waters of the makeshift tub slid along his body. Strong pectoral muscles, shapely and toned arms, this illustrious figure that would be perfect on a fencer; how could she not stare at it all?

And with her being so close to him – and the both of them not entangled in a fight – Ian got a closer appreciation of the long-nailed goblin as well. Her great, big, pendulous breasts, pressed up against his flat chest. She had long black hair that fell along her back, and a curly bang that arched up and fell along her face. Speckles of freckles dotted her face and her body, adding texture along her green flesh. Her pointed ears were pierced with various rings and studs, with two big golden hoop ear rings that dangled as she moved. And her purple eyes?

Her purple eyes.

How bright they were. How they looked at him. How they glowed with need... and with desire. She needed more. She demanded more! And as she sat upright on his lap, the long-nailed goblin raised her claws up high, and--

Slash! Slash! Slash!

There. Get rid of all those pesky clothes!

Ian gritted his teeth and tightened in place. Why hadn't he moved? Just like with his hair, he let the long-nailed goblin cut through his clothes! She could have injured him... but she didn't. Maybe he knew that was coming?

Regardless of the 'whats' and the 'whys', one thing was clear; Ian's clothing had been torn to near shreds. Like paper thrown into a pond, his tattered clothing floated up to the top of the tub, revealing his tall and strong body beneath. She saw the muscles before, but now there was nothing obscuring the view of his marvelous body. And the more the long-nailed goblin took in, the brighter and brighter her purple eyes grew.

“Woooooooowwww!” she gasped... only for his hands to sit on his shoulders.

“E-enough of this,” said Ian as he pushed her up so he could sit up.

Leaning against the wall of the basin behind him, Ian placed his hand around the surprisingly shapely and thin waist of the goblin atop him. Purely by accident, of course. She meanwhile placed her hands on his chest while straddling his hips, bracing herself against him. All the frantic rush of battling before had been replaced with this more tepid breathing as the two stared at one another... before Ian's eyes began to wonder.

The ginger-haired goblin was to their right, standing with her arms crossed beneath her heaving chest. Her crystal-blue eyes were wide, and her mouth was in this stunned oval shape as she stared down upon Ian and her alley. With her being closer, he could tell now how her hair was tied into these twin braids that hung over her shoulders. And, oh, she was wearing sandals on her feet.

To their left was the archer goblin, who stood with her fists on her hips and these heeled boots on her feet. Brown eyes in this devious glare, she grinned down upon the two while these taunting chuckles left her. The way her white hair curled around her head was quite charming. It was short, but it spiked up at the top, and had parted bangs at the side so nothing could cover her face.

And then there was the broodmother. She stood directly behind Ian, hovering above him. The pelvic curtain of her animal-skin skirt wavered above his head, while doing little to obscure the shapes and curves of her short and thicc body. The quivering thighs, the pendulous breasts, the narrow waist; he saw it all. But he couldn't see her face, not with that animal's skull she wore as a mask. All he could see was the disapproving frown she wore on her face.

“MMMFFF!!!”

“NNMNNMMM!?”

A kiss? He was being kissed!?

Ian's eyes locked forward. Pressed to his lips – and rather forcefully at that – was the long-nailed goblin's lips! She pressed hard against him, forcing her mouth against him in this messy kiss that lacked style and grace. Quite ironic, considering how she seemed to care a lot about her outward appearance. But a goblin is a goblin is a goblin.

The long-nailed goblin kissed against his lips again and again, before once more pressing hard against him. Ian attempted to remain defensive, but it was clear to him that she wasn't going to give up. Her arms even wrapped around his neck to deepen her kiss, as she tilted her head and--

“Nnnnhaaa!?”

Pushed open his mouth with hers. As she was in battle, she was in the bed; this goblin was surprisingly skilled when she wanted to be.

With the savage brutality of a goblin mixed with the grace of a woman, the long-nailed goblin parted Ian's mouth open, allowing her tongue to push into his mouth. His eyes grew wide as her taste pushed into his maw... where it was surprisingly sweet. The redhead tasted strawberries and apples; fruits of different kinds. And her moans...

“Nmmmmm~”

They echoed into his ears, and sent a heat rushing through his body. Dammit. What the hell was happening? This goblin was forcing herself on him, and a part of him was getting aroused by this? It was nearly enough to make him puke!

But he'd endure this humiliation. His sword was taken and they were all around him. While he could use his magic, he also understood that this quartet was more dangerous than he originally believed. Who knows what other traps they had resting around their cave. So for now, Ian sat there, letting the long-nailed goblin kiss him.

The longer this went on, the more voracious she became, as she swirled her tongue all around his mouth and teeth. Her sweet taste mixed with her sweeter moans... which caused Ian to groan back hesitantly. While the two kissed, the ginger-haired goblin drew a little closer... before sitting down at the tub's edge. Removing the sandals on her feet, she kicked her legs over into the tub below, watching as her 'jajkoh' kissed the handsome human they were with.

And that handsome human was far more reciprocal to their advances than she thought he'd be.

Ian's tongue danced back with the long-nailed goblin's, his head tilting so they could deepen the kiss further. It drew a giggle from her lips, followed by a sigh, followed by more melting as she gripped him closer. And as their kiss went on and on, a shudder of desire traveled through the ginger-haired goblin.

Swip! Swip! Swip!

The leafy dress she wore had strings at the back which kept it tight on her body. And it was those strings that created those 'Swip!' noises as she undone them; one by one by one. The dress expanded around her body, exposing her erotic, shortstack curves as she began pulling it off her body. And after pulling it a little bit more...

Shuffhffhffhflfll...

Her dress made of leaves and vines fell to her feet, exposing her naked form below in all of its shortstack glory. Her voluptuous curves, her thicc thighs, her great breasts; nothing was hidden from his eyes. She had puffy areola and hard nipples, both of which were a darker green color which stood in contrast against the brighter greens of her skin. And around her pussy was pubic hair that matched her hair.

The erotic curves of her body all quivered as she descended down into the tub to join the long-nailed goblin and Ian. Bringing over her hand, she placed it upon his leg, rubbing it gently, while her blue eyes watched them kiss... and her fangs bit into her bottom lip.

Such a strong man. The way he held up her fellow goblin was rather impressive. And he wasn't hesitant at all to kiss back. Was he docile? Submissive, even? No, that didn't seem to be it. He was just a hungry and voracious male. All males – human or otherwise – could become like this with enough goading.

“Shlip! Pop! Aaah~!”

The long-nailed goblin pulled back, a smile on her lips as her purple eyes glowed with lust. Looking down upon Ian, a bridge of spit hung from their lips as she brought her hand over towards the middle of her grass bra. And after poking her fingers into it...

Pull!

PLOP-PLOP!

Such huge fucking tits.

Her breasts bounced before Ian's eyes, attracting his gaze forward... and the fact that she had barbell studs through her nipples. They were silver in color, and glowed in the light of the cavern. Coupled with all those piercings in her ears and the fact that her clothing was adorned with jewelry, it became clear she cared a lot about her outward appearance.

And she was proud of her body.

Her smile shifting into a haughty grin, the long-nailed goblin placed her hands on her hips and pushed up her chest, letting it bounce before Ian's face. Once, twice, thrice she hopped up in place, letting her great tits smack against his chin, while she giggled and grinned. Ian got the idea.

Raising his hand slowly, he cupped the underside of her breasts, and gave them a squuuueeeezeee. His fingers saaank into the long-nailed goblin's tits, coaxing a giggling cry of joy from her face. Such strong hands. The way he used his sword before wasn't for show; he had the speed and power to back his prowess up. And now that raw power was clinching her tits, where he started rolling it around and around in circles.

Ian's other hand wrapped tighter around her waist, pulling the long-nailed goblin in closer. She giggled more as she collapsed atop his body, before moaning as her hardened nipple rubbed against the palm of his hand. More squeezing, more rolling around, more groping, and her tongue began to hang from her maw. Ian didn't hesitate, as he pushed out his tongue to grind it against her own.

Splash!

“Fuaaah!”

“Hn?”

Only to stop.

Staring down his body past the long-nailed goblin in his arms, his eyes fell upon the archer goblin. She pulled her head up from above the water and brushed her hand along her forehead, tossing her hair back as she grinned towards Ian... only to slowly descend back under the water. He stiffened in place, confused by what she was doing... only to feel her hands grip his pants.

His belt was unbuckled, his button undone, and his zipper unzipped. And once his tight slacks grew loose around his waist, she pulled his trousers down and down and doooowwwwnnn. Soon after, his pants floated to the top of the bathtub... and his boots were thrown out of them, where they landed on the ground beside.

“Fuaah!”

Once again the archer goblin appeared, wearing this grin on her face as she pulled closer. Placing her hand down between his legs, she rubbed him over and over again... before finally touching...

“Nghh!?”

His cock.

The archer goblin stared down... but also did the ginger-haired goblin... and the long-nailed goblin as well! All three of them turned to stare at his cock... which stood tall between the waters like a mighty spire. Not only was his penis long, with veins running up and down its sides, but it was also so damn thick!

The archer goblin slowly dragged her hands along his shaft, while she and her fellow goblins all looked at it with eyes wide. He must have been the most endowed lover they had ever been with, especially in comparison to other goblins.

Should he be proud of that fact?

Gently, the archer goblin draped her fingers upon Ian's cock, stroking it from the hilt to the tip; again and again and again. Despite being a goblin – a species known for their brutishness – her touch was kind and soft, and she brushed her fingers along his shaft slowly. His member throbbed against her, his veins pulsating, causing his cock to bounce up and down as it slid along her fingers.

“Je raw...” she whispered as her head drew closer, “Snnniffffff!”

“Hah?”

Did she just...

Smell his penis?

The archer goblin's nose twitched as she took a heavy whiff of his cock. Even with the waters of the tub surrounding them, she still got an incredible whiff of his natural musk. It made her nostrils flair as she gripped his cock firmer, pointing it upwards as she traveled her nose up and down his shaft.

“Je weet~” she whispered.

“Ooooohhh!” said the other two... though the broodmother remained quiet.

Liiiiiiiick!

Well... she certainly didn't lack bravado.

Ian jolted upright as the tongue of the archer goblin began licking along his throbbing shaft. From the bottom to the tip she dragged that pink muscle, moaning as his flavorful taste began dancing in her maw. Her brown eyes looked up at Ian's broad body, staring past her fellow goblins to stare at his indignant face.

Yes, indignant. This whole situation was... frustrating. Captured by goblins and being nothing more than some sex toy for them; it made him sick to his stomach. At least, it should have. While he felt disturbed in his mind, his body certainly felt otherwise. He felt himself grow hotter beneath the three of them, and his cock grew even harder. Even the hold he had on the long-nailed goblin grew tighter, squeezing both her waist and her tit tighter.

Was he... enjoying this?

Grab! Pull!

“Ah?”

His hand on the long-nailed goblin's breast was pulled away. He looked over, coming face to face with the ginger-haired goblin. In her crystal-blue eyes there was that look of desire as she pulled his hand over towards her chest. The trinkets and charms she wore around her neck clanked against one another as he was forced to palm her great tit. And when he felt the weight of her boob fill his palm, he squeeezzzeed his hand over her, drawing a groan from her lips.

“Aaaaahh~”

“Shlup!”

“Nhhh!”

Down below, the archer goblin had parted her mouth... and pushed his cock into it. Gently, she swirled her tongue along his length, while her teeth plucked at its sides. Such sharp and prickly teeth; they tickled him as much as they pleased him, and it drew a moan from his lips... belligerent though it was.

“Aaaaaahh...!”

Their ears all twitched upon hearing his cry of pleasure... which only further incentive them to dine on his body. The long-nailed goblin began kissing and licking at Ian's neck, smiling and giggling all the while. Her tongue licked him, her teeth nibbled on him, and her lips planted kisses upon his neck, clavicle and shoulder. Down below, the archer goblin sucked his cock with this hungry and voracious need. There were poooowweerrful sucks and slurps that traveled from the goblin's mouth, while her head bobbed up and down, pumping along his powerful shaft.

And the ginger-haired goblin? She must have been the most amorous, for she placed her hands on Ian's cheeks, turned his head to face her, and--

“Nmmph!!!”

“Nmmmm!?”

Eyes closed shut and with this almost desperate need, the ginger-haired goblin pushed her lips hard against his. She was kissing him even harder than the long-nailed goblin! And just like the long-nailed goblin, she pushed open his mouth with her own, allowing their tongues to slide, grind, and dance with one another. Her taste was sugary... soft even... but her hunger was anything but. She cared not for how sloppy their kiss was, as she indulged in it more and more!

And likewise for Ian.

Embarrassing though it was to say, he found himself catching up with her tempo... and even enjoying it. His left hand continued to squeeze the long-nailed goblin closer, while his right hand groped the tit of the ginger-haired goblin. His cock meanwhile pulsated within the maw of the archer goblin, who moaned as his precum oozed endlessly within her maw. With her lips pursed, she dragged them hard along his cock, rumbling along his veins and his glands, while her brown eyes stared up towards his face.

They were this sweltering pit of limbs and flesh, with all four of them indulging in this carnal desire. And through it all, the broodmother watched, her head tilting from side to side... while her thighs rubbed together. Despite that, the frown on her lips never once subsided. She remained... hard. Why is that? Did she not approve of what they were doing?

“Jhe wheeeet~” said the archer goblin between slurps around Ian's cock, slurps that were loud enough to fill the area around them...

Shlurrp! Slurrrp! Slurrrrk! Sluuuuck! Shlrrrrp!

Her head continued moving up and down, drooling spit and saliva all over his cock in this sticky mess, while her brown eyes looked up towards his face. Was it her, or was his cock throbbing harder in her maw? It was hotter too, its taste seemed greater... and she swore it was spewing more of its precum. Wait... she knew this feeling!

“Shlluuuup! POP! Aaahah~!”

Pulling off of Ian's cock, the archer goblin wore this wicked grin as she gripped her tight top by the hem. Up and up she pulled it, causing her great tits to squeeze up further towards her... before she pulled her top off of her chest.

PLOP-PLOP!

Her breasts bounced to freedom as she casually tossed her top aside. And after a bit of wiggling with her hips, she removed the grass shorts she wore on her hips. All of them were tossed out of the pool while she brought her chest forward. Still grinning, she gripped the sides of her tits... and pushed them down around Ian's cock.

“Nnnmmmm!”

Ian moaned against the ginger-haired goblin's mouth, shuddering as he felt the archer's tits sandwich his cock. On both sides he felt the voluptuous tits of the goblin sandwich his member. Her green flesh rubbed along his length, squeezing it tight as his throbbing spire pushed through the valley of her breasts.

Her brown eyes glowed with desire at the long length pushed towards her face. It reached high enough to touch her pointed nose, with her lips resting against the shaft. And how that shaft burned at her, demanding her slovenly devotion.

The throbbing. The twitching. The pulsing. It coaxed her to lick at his shaft, moaning as his salty taste filled her... and made her grin.

“Heeheeheeheehee!”

Squeeze! Plap! Squeeeze! Plap! Squeeeeeeeezzze! Plap! PLAP! PLAP!

Grinning and giggling, the archer goblin groped her tits around Ian's cock, squeezing his cock tight. Again and again he felt the great weight of her breasts bounce on his length, sending pleasure racing up and down his spine. The pleasure was so great, he pulled his lips from the ginger-haired goblin's mouth, giving a moan that filled the air. The goblin meanwhile glared at her friend, annoyed that her kiss had been cut off prematurely.

Pulling away from him, she marched down the tub towards the archer goblin, where she continued glaring at her... before pushing in against her chest...

Plap!

The archer goblin looked up and over, her mouth 'Popping!' from Ian's cock. Beside her was the ginger-haired goblin, who continued glaring at him. Between them however, his cock speared their breasts, grinding along the both of them. They looked down, staring at the bright red head of his penis as precum oozed from them. They then looked up... where they saw the long-nailed goblin's big, shapely ass pointed back towards them.

Without the ginger-haired goblin in the way to occupy his mouth, she took her chance to climb atop Ian's body. He stared up, his teeth gritted as she hovered her great tits above his head... and then pushed it down.

Plop-Plop!

Breasts. Big, busty, goblin breasts. They surrounded Ian's head, swallowing him whole. He groaned and raised his hands, placing them upon the long-nailed goblin's hips... before just sitting there. While he may not enjoy being surrounded in the body of his assailants, he'd be lying if he said her breasts weren't comfortable.

So big. So pliable. So soft. They were just begging to be squeezed, to be snuggled against, to be sucked upon. And as Ian let loose his inhibitions, he dined to do just that...

“Nmph!”

“OH-HOOH~! MUD-KXADW!!! OHOHOHOHOHOHO~!”

Mouth opening wide, Ian latched his lips upon one of the stiff, jade nipples of the long-nailed goblin. She gave this powerful and haughty laugh, one that melted into a shuddering groan as he continued lapping at her tits. Sucking it, licking it, even nibbling upon it, where he pinched upon her barbell nipple studs.

She moaned more and placed her hand on the back of Ian's head, rubbing it close while pushing her tits deeper into his maw. Fuuuuuuuck he sucked tits so gooooood. When was the last time she was with a man-thing that was so... ravenous? The way he licked her, nibbled upon her, sucked her, sent rushes and bolts of pleasure all the way through her short and voluptuous body. She needed moooorreee.

Down below, both the archer and ginger-haired goblin seemed to vie for dominance over Ian's cock. The ginger-haired goblin would push in, coaxing her ally to do likewise, sandwiching and smooshing his cock between them. Between the endless grinding of their big breasts, and being swallowed whole in the long-nailed goblin's tits, Ian felt the heights of pleasure quickly approach him. He just couldn't take it anymore!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“OH?”

“HUH?”

Both the archer and ginger-haired goblin looked down. Between them, pumping in and out like the piston in an engine, was Ian's cock. His strong and powerful hips drove his length through their breasts, making it all bounce up and down, along with the waters of the bathtub. They were astonished by the power of his thrusts, watching as his dick slammed and slammed and slammed!

That noise! That strong noise!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Even the long-nailed goblin had to look over her shoulder towards his strong hip movements, a look of genuine awe on her face as their captive man-thing showed how strong he was... and how great his orgasms were too.

“HMMPH!”

Squeeze!

“AAH~!?”

One last thrust! One powerful push that slammed his dick as high between the tits of the two goblins as it could go! And at the same time, he gripped and squeeeezzed the body of the long-nailed goblin, embracing her tits close to his face. And with that...

SPURT! SPLOOORT! SPURRRRT!

His wicked climax shot through the air like an erupting geyser.

Intense, incredible, pearly-white cum! He launched it from his dick, with the four goblins all watching it fall together. His spunk wasn't just thick, nor was it just hot, but it was so damn copious! And as if life was moving in slow motion, the four of them all watched as his seed fell back down, sprinkling upon the tits and faces of the goblins whose tits he was sandwiched between.

It was all over in a flash. That powerful orgasm – thick and voluminous though it was – still ended far too quickly for them to like. And if this was the end, well, that would mean their fun was over. The four goblins even stared down upon Ian's cock, watching it twitch and fall over.

Bringing down a finger, the ginger-haired goblin swiped up some seed with her finger, watching it ooze down her digit. So gelatinous. Did Ian not masturbate often? Don't males – man-things in particular – do that, like, all the time? She tested the texture of his cum, watched how far it could stretch before breaking, before sliding his cum over and plugging it between her lips.

“Nmmmmm ~~~Je... talado~~~ ”

Oh. This taste was positively divine. Seeing her face morph with pleasure and delight was enough to make both the long-nailed and archer goblins move to swipe cum off his dick. With a lascivious hunger, the three goblins licked and lapped at his dick, scooping up seed... and melting from the pleasure.

They understood. 'Je talado' indeed.

Gweeeaaaam!

And then a piercing red light appeared.

The four goblins all jolted in place as they looked over towards. That red light had appeared on Ian's right hand, specifically his right hand's ring finger. It was the same finger where that golden ring sat... and it was the golden ring that was glowing. Mesmerized by the light and their own primal inclination towards shiny things, the four goblins all drew closer to his finger... while Ian grunted.

Something... felt weird. He felt his body growing... hot? No, that's not it. It was like something was pumping through his veins; not blood, but fire. His heart even began to race, pumping and pushing more flames through his veins and causing him to rise up. And all of those flames rushed straight towards his groin.

“Hnnmmph!?”

“Ah?”

“Huh?”

“Oh?”

“Nxuk?”

The four goblins all gazed down, their eyes locked on Ian's crotch. He just came, right? And usually for males, climaxing means their penis grows flaccid... right? Then... why was his dick growing harder? Why was it returning to maximum length? Why did it pulsate and throb between his legs!?

They all stared at his dick, mesmerized by what they saw. They were so mesmerized, they didn't realize Ian was standing up... not until his shadow loomed over them. The archer, the ginger-haired, and the long-nailed goblin all turned, staring up towards the 'man-thing' in usual. He stared back, steam flowing off his body, and that ring on his finger glowing bright.

“Okay...” he said lowly, “Now, it's my turn.”

He stood in the middle of the tub, water cascading down his body, causing him to glisten. Side to side he swept his yellow eyes, reading the stunned faces of the three goblins before him. What happened to all that bravado they had before? They were all too frightened to move! The archer goblin was to his left, the ginger-haired goblin was to his right, and the long-nailed goblin was right in front of him. And as he drew closer to them, his cock bounced up before the long-nailed goblin's face, casting a shadow upon her features.

He gave her no time to escape.

Grab!

“AH!?”

His hand fell on her forehead, where he immediately pushed his fingers through her black hair. She reached up and grabbed his wrist, but there was nothing she could do to his superior power. She was trapped in his grasp... and none of her friends were doing anything to stop him! They all just watched as he held her head tight, and forced her to look up towards him.

His yellow eyes met her purple ones, and the stunned, almost docile expression she wore.

“Mud-kxadw?” she whispered, only to be silenced as he gripped the base of his cock.

Holding his dick straight, he pulled it forward, and placed the head of his dick up against her pouty lips. The long-nailed goblin's eyes grew wide as his precum tracked upon her lips. And when she opened her mouth to speak again...

Push!

“Nmmmmm~~~!?”

Her eyes grew wide.

Without warning or hesitation, Ian pushed his dick into the long-nailed goblin's mouth. Her eyes swelled and she gripped his wrist even harder, while his taste filled her mouth. Instinctively, she jolted backwards, but his grasp was too strong, too oppressive. Her sharp movement only caused her tits to clap against her chest... while he continued pushing his dick deeper.

“Shluup! Nmmmmm~~~!?”

They were trying to make him into their personal plaything? Well... no more! With his hand on her head and his other hand on his hip, Ian began pumping his hips back and forth, fucking the long-nailed goblin's mouth. Spit and precum splattered from her mouth, staining his dick and her cheeks, while his balls smacked against her chin. Again and again, her nose was pressed against his pubic hair, but only for a fraction of a fraction of a second, before Ian pulled back.

He was brutal. He was relentless. And he wasn't going to stop.

The long-nailed goblin's eyes grew squint as tears started welling up within them. His taste was overwhelming her mouth, and the pressure of being fucked in the mouth was almost too much to bare. All she could do was stare up at him with a desperate, almost pleading look in her eyes. But what was she pleading for? To be released? Or to be fucked more?

The archer and ginger-haired goblin both watched as Ian carved out the mouth and throat of their fellow goblin. And 'carved out' was the best term for it. They all could see as her throat bulged from the thrusts of his dick; again and again and again.

It was...

Amazing...

The two other goblins drew closer, watching closely as Ian made a mess of the long-nailed goblin's mouth and face. Perhaps they came too close, for once they were in grabbing distance...

Grab Grab!

“Ah!?”

“Eh!?”

He grabbed them by the backs of their heads and pulled them in close too! Their eyes swelled as they were forced to the sides of his cock, sandwiching Ian's length between their heads. Like the long-nailed goblin before, they too gripped at his wrists and pelvis, but could do nothing to stop his hold. It was like his body had become harder than steel, no, harder than tungsten!

Pull! Tug!

“Nmmf!?”

“Hmmm!?”

With another pull, Ian forced the ginger-haired and archer goblin up against his cock. Their lips pressed up against his shaft, forced to kiss it, while they looked up to him in a somewhat demure manner. Despite the stiffness of his grasp, and the intense and irritable look in his yellow eyes, his touch was oddly gentle. He did not hurt them despite the fact that he easily could, and only grew firm to make sure they couldn't move too far.

They got the hint...

Opening their mouths, the two goblins began to lazily lick at the sides of his cock, while the long-nailed goblin continued sucking on the tip. Their eyes... they all looked up at him in this demure manner; a far cry from how combative they had been before. Up and down, side to side, they dragged their tongues along his shaft, clutching his body close to deepen their embrace with him.

Hedonism. Pleasure. Those words ran through Ian's head. As well as another word...

WHY!?

Why was this happening!? Why was his cock so fucking hard!?

The ring. The Ring of Omelia. It had reacted the moment he came, and forced his cock back to maximum... if not a little bit harder than that. But why? What had happened? It was just a beautiful ring; nothing more, nothing less!

… Right?

It is just a ring... right?

Tch... whatever... he'd figure it out later. For now, he had these three bitches to satiate.

Ian's eyes slid forward, locking in on the trio of goblins currently sucking his dick. They were no longer frightened of him, no longer hesitant to open their mouths and service his cock. The licking, the slurping, the sucking; it all echoed through the tub, mixing with the soft shuffles and sways of the water.

And then Ian moved forward. The long-nailed goblin's eyes swelled as his cock came to a halt in her mouth. Looking up, her purple eyes met his yellow ones... and the powerful aura that flowed off of him. And it was that aura that trapped her, as she couldn't move... even as he dropped his hands down to grab her.

“Ah~!?”

His hands grabbed her ass, squeezing her butt hard and lifting her up. Gasping, she parted her legs around his body as he brought her over to the tub's edge, sitting her upon it. Her legs sat spread, her grass skirt hanging over her pelvis. She sat upright with her hands propping herself up, and her purple eyes gazing up towards Ian.

His eyes. His lewd and perverted eyes. She felt them stroke along the quivering curves of her body. Her breasts, her waist, her hips, her thighs, her ass; not one aspect of her body was spared by his hungry gaze. He was like a predatory beast, and he was going to dine on her body.

He had become a man-thing in all ways of the word.

Gripping her grass skirt, Ian easily tore through it like he was an animal. She gasped, shocked by his strength, and annoyed by how he tore her clothes... but Ian didn't care. His yellow eyes slid down her body, locking in on her pelvis. Without her skirt in the way, the only thing covering her was the surprisingly elegant pair of (no doubt stolen) panties that covered her crotch.

There was this big wet stain in the middle of it, and, no, it wasn't because of the bathwater.

Gripping her panties, Ian slowly pulled it down her thicc thighs. She shuddered, watching as her underwear slid along her legs, before coming to her feet. And after gripping it, he pulled it off, and tossed it aside. There it was; her pussy. So slender... so green. A darker shade of green compared to her green skin, not unlike her nipples.

It oozed with her nectar, and glistened in the light of the lanterns around them. Plump labia, with cleanly shaven pubic hair. Clearly, the long-nailed goblin paid a lot of attention to her outward appearance, even in an area such as this. Ian drew closer again, looming over her with his superior height, while his eyes locked on her pussy.

Splash.

And then he dropped.

“Hmmf!”

“AAAUUHH~~!?”

And stuck his face between her thicc thighs.

The archer and ginger-haired goblin gasped as Ian shamelessly ground his face against the long-nailed goblin's pussy. Hungry and lurid suckles left his lips as he kissed and lapped at her folds, making her wail with pleasure. Her mind was instantly sent racing as the tongue of the man-thing plunged into her folds, spreading her apart, and scooping out more of her nectar with his each and every lick.

Pleasure raced through the goblin's mind as she sat there, quivering and quaking. One hand continued sitting on the ground to keep herself upright, while her other hand sat on Ian's head, pulling him deeper against her pussy. His oral was intense, devouring her pussy and folds, and forcing more of her nectar out.

Her nectar. Ah, yes. One would think the pussy of a goblin would taste disgusting. Possibly one of the most putrid things a person could taste. But that's not what he tasted. She tasted phenomenal. There was something sweet about her cunt, something tangy, something sour too, and it all mixed together to dance on his tongue.

Ian moaned into the long-nailed goblin's pussy, a feeling that traveled throughout the rest of her body, and triggered more moans from her lips. Chest wobbling and arms growing weak, she could no longer keep herself upright, and fell back upon the ground behind her.

Eyes closed and chest heaving, the long-nailed goblin laid on the ground, gasping and panting for breath as the man-thing continued eating out her pussy. Both the archer and ginger-haired goblin moved close to watch their ally be consumed with pleasure, all the way to the point that she was about to climax.

Only for Ian to pull away.

Gasping as if she'd been released from the jaws of a beast, the long-nailed goblin stared up, watching as the man-thing climbed up to mount her. His thick cock twitched and bounced between his legs while he grabbed it tight. Drawing closer, he pressed the head of his dick against her plump folds, making her toes curl and causing her to drag her claws into the ground beneath her. There was nothing to do but brace for impact!

THRUST!

“KKIYAAAAAAAHHH~~~!?”

His cock was big and her pussy was tight. Perhaps it was too tight. With his height in relation to hers, one could see the outline of his cock as it created a bulge on her stomach!

The long-nailed goblin had never felt so full before. Ian's cock didn't just penetrate her, it delved deeper than anything had ever pushed in her entire life! She felt it shoot all the way to her womb! Such a malleable pussy. The way it parted around his dick, and how it gripped it, almost seemed outright desperate. Maybe this is just how goblin bodies work. Perhaps it makes it easier for them to give birth.

Not now.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT1 PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“HAAAH~! AAAHH ~~~! KYAAAAHH~~~!”

Ian didn't start slow, didn't ramp things up steadily, no, none of that. He just... fucked her. His cock – so hard and long – pounded deep into the goblin's shortstack body, making her tits bounce up against her chin again and again and again. His length too made her stomach bulge and swell as he carved out her pussy in the shape of his length.

The archer and ginger-haired goblin both drew close, eyes wide with wonder and amazement as they watched their 'jajkoh' get so thoroughly fucked on the cavern floor. The way she roared with pleasure, how her eyes rolled back, how her body quivered; they paid attention to all of it. The archer rubbed her sumptuous thighs together, before sticking her finger between them to stimulate her folds. The ginger-haired goblin meanwhile drew closer to Ian and the long-nailed goblin.

Bringing her hand over, she placed it on her fellow goblin's stomach, feeling his cock pound her on the other side of all this flesh. It was so big! So hot! It made her question how it would feel when that monstrous thing was pounding into her! And Ian noticed it.

Grab!

“Huah?”

Tug!

“AH!?”

Grabbing the ginger-haired goblin by her hip and ass, he clutched her tight, and forcibly pulled her over. She collapsed atop the long-nailed goblin, their great breasts pressed together as she lost feeling in her legs. Ian meanwhile stared down upon her shapely back... and locked his eyes upon her fat ass.

SMACK!

“GAAAH~!?”

“You want it so bad...?” he whispered whilst pulling his cock out of the long-nailed goblin's cunt, “Fine... then take it!”

THRUST!

“AAAAYYYYY~~~!?”

YUP! It was just as big and hot as she thought it would be!

Like the long-nailed goblin before, Ian's cock slammed deep into the ginger-haired goblin's pussy, spreading her apart. Her back arched up, her tits clapped together, she gritted her teeth, and all she saw was stars. With both hands gripping her pliable ass hard, Ian was just as relentless with her and her pussy as he was to her friend, pounding into her cunt with this relentless aggression. Her juicy and curvy ass clapped against his waist as he fucked her atop the long-nailed goblin, who stared up to see her fellow goblin's face twist with an orgasmic pleasure. But if she was feeling too lonely...

Swipe!

“Ah?”

THRUST!

“KIIYAAAAAHNNN ~~~~!?”

He swapped pussies, plunging into the long-nailed goblin, and fucking her on the floor. She felt his rod piston in and out of her relentlessly, only to swap just as quickly as it did before. A 'Swipe!' and a 'THRUST!' and a--

“AAAAYIIIEEEE~~~!?”

Back and forth, again and again, Ian fucked the two goblins. The archer goblin came closer as well, watching this entanglement of flesh and debauchery... where the man-thing's arm wrapped around her waist. Eyes wide, she was pulled in close against him, where she looked up just in time to feel--

“Nmmph~!?”

“Mmmmf!”

Ian's lips.

As he fucked the two goblins beneath him, he made out with the archer at his side, their tongues wiggling and swirling against one another. They swapped spit and moans, while she gently stroked her hand along his broad chest. The kissing helped subdue her, helped numb her to the fact that... she was next.

Pull!

“Pop! Huh~!?” Push! “Ah!?”

The kiss was broken

Her eyes grew wide... just as she turned around. Brown eyes wide, she saw the back of the ginger-haired goblin staring back at her... and was promptly pushed upon it. Her chest met her fellow goblin's back, her breasts pressed against it. Face twitching, she looked over her shoulder... right as Ian pulled his dick out of the long-nailed goblin's pussy, and angled it up with her own.

The archer took a deep breath...

THRUST!

“NNNGGGHHH~~~!?”

Meat! Sooo much meat! Like her fellow goblins before, his cock filled her from wall to wall, from entrance to womb! Gritting her teeth, her back arched up and her eyes grew wide. She was a spry and speedy goblin, one who could easily duck through the forest. But in the presence of the man-thing, she was nothing more than a sex toy. The way his cock slammed in and out of her pussy, sent smatterings of her nectar out to stain his cock and her thighs. It then slid down, marring the bodies of her fellow goblins... while Ian moved over.

He pinned the bodies of the goblins beneath him as he pressed his chest to the back of the archer. They were all sandwiched and trapped beneath his taller body, with their pussies lined up for the taking. And like the man-thing he was, Ian was going to take!

He was going to take all of them.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

“KIYAAAAH~!”

“NNGGHH~~~!”

“AAAAAYYAAAAAH~~~!”

It was all so wild, so random, so fucking relentless! Ian would swap between their plump pussies, fucking one, then the other, and then the other; again and again and again. And how could he not? It's like their bodies were made for breeding! The more he fucked them, the more he wanted to fuck them! He just couldn't stop! The tightness, the texture, the way they clinched hard around him; how could he ever stop?

He couldn't stop. He had to fuck them more!

In, out, in, out, in, out, from pussy to pussy to pussy! Ian's dick was a relentless machine of thrusting and fucking. And not once throughout all of it did he get tired. Quite the opposite really; he felt like he had almost infinite energy! No matter how much sweat poured off his body, or how fast he moved, or how strong his thrusts were, he never grew exhausted.

He could just keep going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going!!!

His relentless fucking had reduced the trio of goblins to nothing more than a bunch of moaning bitches in heat. They couldn't stop him, they wouldn't stop him, they just sat there beneath his body, enduring thrust after thrust. The heat of his cock mixed with the heats of their bodies, and the feeling of his rod plunging deep felt like constant blows straight to their brains. Whatever thoughts that once ran through their minds was replaced with one instinctive need.

To submit.

“HNNGGH!”

“KIYAAAAH~~~!?”

“OOOOH-HOOOH~~!?”

“AAAYYYYHNNNN~~~!”

None of them knew who it was he came into first. Did he cum into the long-nailed goblin first? Maybe the archer goblin? Perhaps even the ginger-haired goblin? Again, none of them knew. What they did know was the feeling of taking a thick and voluminous creampie. The feeling of virile male seed exploding deep within their snatches, where it ran up and throughout their pussies. The feeling of cum rising out of their cunts, and spurting out upon his cock and balls. The feeling of their wombs being filled with cum so thick, that it seemed to weigh down on their short bodies.

The feeling of sex so good, that it knocked them out.

Whump!

Thud!

Plop!

Atop one another, the three goblins laid there, incapable of breathing. The only sounds that left them were whimpers, moans, groans, and the 'Haf! Haf! Haf!' of their panting. Ian drew back, his body still coated with sweat as he looked them down. Each of their pussies had his cum oozing from them, making him wonder... when did that happen? He knew he came – he remembered cumming – but he didn't remember cumming three times to pump all of their pussies with seed! Was he that overwhelmed by the situation?

Gweeeaaaam!

“Nngghh...!”

Those thoughts were instantly stolen from him when that red light reappeared from his ring. It traveled throughout his body, putting back all the energy he lost during their foursome. And all of that energy went straight to his groin.

Ian looked down. His rigid cock looked back up at him.

“I... I think I get it now...” he mumbled in a moment of post-nut clarity.

Slowly rising up to his feet, he stared down towards his rigid member... before turning to face the last goblin. The broodmother was still standing there at the foot of the tub, having watched him fuck her fellow goblins into submission. All he could see was her lips as it hung from the bottom of her mask, and it was agape with surprise. That surprise turned into fear as she realized Ian was looking at her.

Slowly, he marched towards the broodmother, who scrambled to pick up her staff at her side. It rattled with all the bones and skulls that hung off of it, and she brandished it towards him to defend herself. But Ian wasn't afraid, nor was he hesitant. He just walked closer... and closer... and closer. And when he was merely a foot away...

“HAAH!”

The broodmother struck at him...

CRACK! SPLIT! FLING!

“Ah!?”

And her staff shattered into pieces.

Chips of bone and splinters of wood were flung in all directions as her staff struck Ian. But he showed no pain, didn't cry out, he didn't even wince. He just looked at her... while his body shimmered with a protective aura.

Raising his hand, Ian gazed at the ring that adorned his finger, watching the red ruby within glow brightly. And all he could think was... Why? Why now? All the years he thought this ring was nothing more than a shiny rock and golden band, only to learn that it did have some protective elements. It would even explain why he seemingly never lost energy. The ring was empowering him so that he could make a hasty retreat from whatever force was trying to kill him. Only, instead of running away, he was using it to fuck.

Was it truly of divine origin? Handcrafted by the goddess of metal working herself? Or was it instead blessed by powerful wizards sometime in its distant past? Did any of this even matter?

At this moment? No. At this moment, there was but one last goblin left to bed.

“Goblins...” said Ian as he continued approaching the broodmother, causing her to step backwards, “You use sex as a means of showing your dominance and superiority over others. It establishes a hierarchy within your ranks. It's why there are all those stories about male goblins and human women. Tch... it's why that long-nailed goblin was so quick to kiss me before. She was trying to prove her superiority...”

“Jkuy! Rusb!” the broodmother growled at him.

“But this street works both ways, does it not?” said Ian, ignoring her command, “So long as I dominate you in return, you all become submissive.”

“A juat jkuy ru-- aah!?”

Having not paid attention to where she was going, the broodmother fell over a rock, falling on her back. When she looked up, Ian was standing above him. Upon his body cascaded sweat and the waters from the bathtub, making his body glisten like some mighty Adonis. And his cock? It cast a shadow on her face all its own. So the broodmother just sat there, shuddering in place with her mouth agape.

She knew what was about to befall her.

Grab!

“Ah!? C-cok we ev mo! H-hawxk den!”

Ian ignored her cries as he grabbed her by her wrist and shoulder. She shook, she kicked, she even bit at him, but try, try with all her might to escape the man-thing above her, it all ended in failure. That protective aura defended him from any outside attack, and he was physically stronger than she was. All the broodmother could do was watch as his head came closer and closer until--

“Nmmph!”

“Hmmmmmm!?”

Ian tilted his head, missing the broodmother's skull mask as he placed his lips up to hers. Her eyes quivered as the man-thing kept her face held up, holding her in place and refusing to let go. His tongue – deft and powerful – took charge over the kiss, and he used it to effortlessly dominate her tongue in a kiss. She couldn't keep up with him, so she just sat there, eyes twitching as the taste of his tongue filled her.

So strong. So heady. So randy.

The way his tongue ground against her tongue triggered grunts, groans, and reluctant moans. Soft clicks and even softer suckles began echoing soon after, while her body began to instinctively react to his erotic assault. Dammit! She couldn't lose this battle! If she did, there was no telling what this man-thing would do to her or her fellow goblins!

But for as abrasive as her mind was, her body continued falling under Ian's dominion. His kissing was too strong, and her body was too weak, forcing her to inadvertently grip upon him for support. The broodmother held close to Ian, gripping his shoulders and neck so as to not fall over, while causing their kiss to deepen.

And Ian took advantage of this embrace, furthering his hold over her as his hands began traveling along her body. He brought a hand up to her ass, pushing it under the animal pelt she wore as a skirt so he could grip her fat butt. Squeezing upon her malleable ass, he rolled it around and around, triggering more moans from the broodmother's lips, until she finally pulled away.

“Pop! Aaaahh-haaaaa~~~”

Her quivering moan filled the air as she fell back into the ground. Ian had released her, letting her lay there and attempt to catch her breath. But the man-thing stood above her, his hands curled into fists... and his cock still as hard and long as ever. And as he positioned himself above the broodmother, he once again took a few moments to stare upon her body.

The way that animal's rib cage clutched her breasts, gave her chest a lofty lift. It also squeezed her breasts, which made them appear even more pronounced, more desirable. Why were the bodies of these female goblins so... blessed? So many curves, such thicc thighs, those great breasts, all placed on their 3 foot 6 inches bodies. The broodmother was a smidgen taller than the others, but being 3 feet 10 inches doesn't make you much taller in comparison to him.

Reaching down, Ian grabbed the rib cage bra the broodmother wore, and easily pulled it open. Her breasts 'PLOPPED!' to freedom, bouncing on her chest before settling down. Much like the others, she had puffy areola and hard nipples, both with a darker shade of green compared to the rest of her body. Raising his hands, Ian hungrily clutched them in the air... before moving in to pin the broodmother beneath him.

Grip! Grab!

In both hands, Ian grabbed upon her tits, squeezing them into his greedy fingers. Her hard nipples rubbed against the palms of his hands while he rolled her tits around and around and around. Dazed though she was following their kiss, the broodmother felt his groping, and steadily began to rise from her semi-conscious state. Gritting her teeth, she glared at him through her skull mask, still appearing abrasive... even as her body remained still for his lustful predilections.

His hands squeezed her tits, groped her tits, rolled them around and around and around. The broodmother groaned into the air and arched her back, while he began pinching, prodding, and poking her stiff nipples. More cries of ecstasy were brought ringing from her warbling lips, and her green eyes even began twitching. But his groping masked her to the fact that his hips were moving closer and closer until--

Shlip!

His cock pushed between her tits.

The broodmother's eyes grew wide and she looked down. Staring back at her was Ian's cock. It spread apart her great tits, and pointed towards her. So big. So long. So hard. So fucking hot! And from the tip he endlessly oozed his precum, which tracked upon her tits to leave them glistening. The broodmother – her teeth gritted – gripped the ground beneath her and glared at his cock... before slowly staring up to look Ian in his face. He glared back down upon her... and began thrusting his hips.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Back and forth with the same randy force he showed the pussies of the other goblins, Ian fucked the broodmother's great tits. Her breasts bounced with such force that it smacked her chin, while the full weight of his body continued holding her down in place. He didn't just fuck her breasts, he squeezed them hard over his cock, letting him feel every inch of her flesh as it stroked along his sensitive cock.

Pleasure raced up through Ian's body, and moans left the broodmother's mouth. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her, and she couldn't believe she was enjoying it. Her mouth kept gaping open, her tongue hanging from her maw. Pants, moans, and groans left the broodmother's mouth, taking the form of white-hot breaths. She did gain the courage to move her hands up and place them on Ian's hips... but any attempts to push him off ended in failure. He was as immovable as steel, and nothing was going to stop him from fucking this goblin's tits!

It seemingly went on forever. Ian fucking the broodmother's tits, the broodmother herself laying there, moaning and groaning. The sight of his cock constantly pushing in and out of her breasts, spreading its precum endlessly upon her chest. The incredible heat that pulsated from his body traveled through the broodmother's body as well, making her pussy wet, and causing her to rub her thighs together, stimulating her sweltering folds further.

Oh no! Oh no no no no! She wanted it! She wanted him! She wanted all of him! And he was going to give her a taste.

“NNGH!”

SPLOORRT!

“NYAAAAAAHH~~~!”

Ian's cock erupted, shooting a bullet of cum that spread out from his dick and struck the broodmother's neck and chin. She sat there, mouth agape, eyes twitching, watching as he spread his seed upon her upper body. Her tits, her neck, her shoulder, her lips; all were stained with his virile seed.

Her tongue too. Yes, her tongue. Cum stained her tongue as it hung from her maw, giving her his powerful taste. It overwhelmed her. It made her body shudder. It drugged her. It dominated her. She just sat there, letting his cum stain her chin and lips, while Ian continued to jerk his dick off with her breasts, drawing out his orgasm just a bit longer. And when his body finally came to a halt...

Gweeeaaaam!

The red light from his ring reappeared.

It grew bright, transferred through his body, endowing him with almost infinite reserves of stamina. His cock hardened once again, retaining its rigidity and length as he stood up off the broodmother's chest. She was left glazed with his cum and panting for breath... but he wasn't finished yet.

Reaching down, Ian grabbed the pelvic curtain of her skirt, moving it aside to expose her pussy below. Like her fellow goblins, her cunt was slick and wet with nectar that oozed down upon the ground beneath her. Her southern lips were plump, her clit was hard, and it all shined with this darker green pigmentation.

Bringing over his hand, Ian cupped his fingers and palmed the broodmother's pussy. She quickly leaned up, her head shaking left and right, and her green eyes staring at him with a desperate look. She knew what was going to happen, and if it did happen, it was going to break her! He was going to break her like he'd done the other goblins!

But Ian shook his head. She could beg, she could plead, she could cry out as much as she wanted, but he wasn't going to stop. So he pulled himself closer, pushing open the broodmother's legs with his body. Gritting her teeth, she watched as his mighty member sat on her mound, twitching and throbbing as if to taunt her. He then pulled back, and aimed his length up with her pussy.

The broodmother shook her head one last time. Ian thrusted forward.

“NYAAAAAAHHHH~~~!”

And his length plunged deep.

The broodmother's back arched off the ground and her tits clapped together, while Ian's thick dick created a bulge in her stomach. Like before with her tits, the man-thing lived up to his title as he began to relentlessly pound into her pussy. He didn't give her any time to get used to the feeling of his dick; he just started fucking her!

Again and again and again, the sounds of 'PATS!' and 'THWAPS!' mixed with the sound of 'CLAPS!' from the broodmother's great tits. And as her mouth spread apart, she let her cries of ecstasy fill the air shamelessly. His length made a mess of her pussy, forcing her tight walls apart wider than anything ever had in her entire life!

But despite the primal fury and the relentless pleasure, the broodmother tried to stay abrasive. She clinched her teeth, screwed her eyes shut, curled her toes in and tightened her hands into fists. But nothing could stop Ian from pounding her pussy with his powerful cock. It was like a battering ram, and her tight vaginal walls were a rapidly deteriorating bastion.

She could feel every strike. Not just to her body, but to her brain. Her mind was like molten steel, and his cock was the hammer that flattened it out into whatever shape he wanted it to be. The flaws were ironed out, replaced with tempered steel that would serve whatever purpose he decided on.

“DEEEE-OOOOOOH! JKEEEEEEFFFF!!!” cried the broodmother, but Ian shook his head.

Leaning forward, he pinned the shortstack goblin beneath him, his body trapping her completely. At the same time, her legs were forced up, bent towards the air as the man-thing put her into a mating pressing!

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

Ian's hips were a blur as he drove his cock in and out of her pussy like a riveter. The broodmother's face was twisted into a visage of pure slutty desire. Even through the skull helm she wore, Ian could see one eye was wide, the other eye was squinted, and her tongue hung from her mouth. And with one more--

THWAP!

Swip! Clack clack clack...

Her skull mask was sent flying off of her head. And with it no longer adorning her head...

Fwwuummp!

Ian revealed her gloriously golden blonde hair.

It fanned out around her head, spreading on the floor and glowing in the light of the cave above. And dare he say, she was positively beautiful. Her long blonde hair glowed like a golden fleece, she had cute and rounded features with a button nose, and her eyes...

Her eyes weren't just green, they were shimmering emeralds.

She looked up at him with an expression that was crossed between desperate and fearful, while lurid cries of ecstasy left her lips.

“HAF! HAF! HAF! NYAA! NYAH! NYAAA~~~!”

She couldn't take it anymore. A part of her realized that she had been defeated. All she could do now was clutch Ian's shoulders and back, embracing him as best she could as her shorstack body continued to get pounded. And with her length reaching all the way to her cervix, all she could do was whisper...

“Visb mo...”

Ian bit his bottom lip, his body steaming. His thick cock continued prying apart her walls, carving her pussy into the shape of his length. He could feel his balls start to churn, preparing perhaps the thickest load of the night. It was like her body was reacting to her desires, giving her several more tight pounds, before he finally pulled his body back as far as it could go... and...

THWAP!

“NYOOOOOHH~~~!”

And...

“Ngghh!”

GLAP! GLORP! GLURK!

Like time and time before, Ian's cock erupted in the broodmother's pussy. Cum shot out with so much force, it exploded out of her pussy like a bomb, staining both of their pelvises in a mixture of seed and feminine jizz. The broodmother too came, her eyes crossed and teeth clinched as she squirted around his cock with all the force her compact body could give. And in return, her womb and cervix were both filled to the brim with seed.

White-hot, thick, heavy, and randy, seed.

Ian let out a deep breath... and then slowly pulled himself back. His cock scraped along the walls of the broodmother's pussy, retreating fully from her body and flinging cum about with his dick. And just like before...

Gweeeaaaam!

The red light from his ring shined over his body, returning him to maximum. But this time, he did not need it.

Ian stood tall above the broodmother. She was like her fellow goblins; reduced to nothing but limbs on the ground that panted desperately for breath. When he looked over, he saw that the other goblins were still resting on the ground. How long would they be out? Hmm...

Shit. What the hell just happened? He came here to slay a bunch of goblins and take his goods back; not fuck them all into submission!

But they were in submission, weren't they? Completely vulnerable and incapable of stopping him. He could easily grab his sword and kill them all. But he wouldn't do that. And, no, it wasn't for the reasons one would think! At least... not mostly.

Look, they were defeated. There was no need to ceaselessly slaughter them like pigs. And so long as his understanding of feral goblin society holds strong, they wouldn't be an issue for him going forward. That gave him time to search through their cave and find his things.

He would've liked it if they didn't cut his clothes to shreds... well... at least his pants were still intact... wet though they were.

Ugh...

Ian pulled away from the unconscious goblins and began searching through their cave. As he did so, he fiddled with the ring on his finger. To think this stupid ring that only disappointed him in the past, ended up saving his fortunes now. He still refused to believe it was actually forged by Omelia herself... but... he understood that it did indeed have some magical properties.

Hm...

No. He could research this later. Right now, he had to find his stolen goods.

Thankfully, it didn't take him long to find it. While the goblins' cave was a surprisingly spacious and lived-in area, it was still a cave. There were but so many chambers around for one to get lost into. It left Ian wondering if they carved all of this out themselves, or if this place formed this way naturally.

There was so much furniture, lanterns were strewn about on the cave's walls and ceilings, and there were even makeshift beds formed of stolen mattresses, blankets and pillows. How long had they been here? And why were they so smart?

Ian pondered this all as he continued searching through their cave. Eventually, he found that which he had been searching for: the goblins' treasure room. It was covered by a red sheet, and when he pushed it open...

“What the...?”

His eyes grew wide.

In this random cave, in this random forest with nothing but four goblins protecting it, was perhaps the largest treasury this side of the Stahlheim. From cavern wall to cavern wall was all the treasure they had stolen during their time here. From the expected like gold and diamonds, to the unique like portraits and textiles.

Ian searched through all of this treasure with his mouth agape in genuine awe, impressed by what he was seeing. He thought he'd only find his goods, and maybe a few others, but not this many. They were just goblins! How did they get away with this for so long? Were the local guilds really that lazy to deal with them?

Yes. Yes they were.

But how? How were these goblins so well coordinated? They lived in the forest like feral goblins, but they were anything but. The long-nailed goblin had this dainty and refined nature to her, the ginger-haired goblin had all of those totems like a zealot, and the archer goblin had all of her tools. Moreover, there were only four goblins? Most goblin gangs can have as many as ten members at minimum_!_

Hmm...

Ian wanted his goods – and he would get his goods – but first he started searching through the treasure room for anything that would help him learn the identities of this goblin group. He didn't have to search for long.

Hung on the wall and partially obscured by some of the treasure they had stolen, was a banner. It was burgundy in color, and had golden letters printed on its surface. Grabbing the tapestry, Ian pulled it up, revealing it in full.

'Be Shocked! Be Amazed! Be Thrilled! By...

BUNNING BROS. CARNIVAL SHOW!

With Key Attractions!

THE SHE-BEAST OF SERDIO!

DOLE, THE TITAN MAN!

THE ORCHESTRA WIZARD SHOW!

THE GREAT GOBLIN SISTERS!

And Many, Many More!

BUNNING BROS. CARNIVAL SHOW!'

“Bunning Bros. Carnival Show...?” Ian repeated as he looked the tapestry up and down, “What the...? I've never heard of...”

Over and over again he read the banner, scraping his mind for anything about a 'Bunning Bros. Carnival Show'. But no matter how much he thought about it, his mind came up blank. If there is – or more likely was – a Bunning Bros. Carnival Show, he had never heard of it.

Perhaps these four goblins were once members of this carnival show; the 'GREAT GOBLIN SISTERS!' that the promotion proudly advertises. But if that's the case, how did they end up here? What happened to them? Were they abused and that led to them escaping? Or perhaps the carnival ran out of business and they went their separate ways? At the very least, them being former members of a carnival explained why they were so smart. They'd need to be in order to put on dazzling shows for onlookers.

But that was in the past, and this was now. And no matter how much he thought about it, he wouldn't get the answers he sought, at least, not any time soon.

Hm..

Hmm...

Hmmmmmm...

Well... somewhere in this mess were his goods. He needed to collect it all... and maybe take a bit more for himself. Hey, he was an honorable person – a former Knight of Eisin and everything – but no one said he couldn't fill his coffers just a tiny bit more.

It was going to take some time getting all of this out of here. Fortunately, he had help.

…

For thirty-five long years, Jebodiah Wentworth has served the Solus family. He was there when young Eliza was born. He was there when Master Phillips graduated from university. And, of course, he was there when Ian left to join the Knights of Eisin. He had been there during every milestone of this current generation, ever ready to serve his masters and mistresses when they needed his aid.

But they grew up. They wedded others. They moved. And the great home they all once lived in grew that much emptier. But was Wentworth saddened by this? Of course not! He was pleased. While the Solus children were not his children, there were plenty of times where he felt as if they were. Seeing them grow up into such fine adults pleased him more than anything in this world or the next, and he longed to dote on their children like they were his own grandchildren.

But Ian...

He would not say Ian had 'failed to launch' that would be incorrect. Ian had practically become the sole owner of Solus Jewelers, running it as the rest of his family members left to become politicians. And he was incredibly skilled at it! In his life, the jewelry company would increase in revenue and size tenfold! Of that, Wentworth was sure!

But...

That did not mean Ian needed to disregard the other aspects of his life. He wished his young master would settle down, wed, and bear children. Ian was still young, yes, but time can be a cruel mistress. Ever marching forward, it cares not if a person feels as if they've wasted what precious few years they have. Even someone like Wentworth – who had lived a happy and proud life – had more than a few regrets. He didn't want that same feeling to befall his young master.

But Ian is a lot of things. Intelligent. Handsome. Talented. Hardheaded.

A gentle morning breeze blew along the vineyard of the Medvaka estate, rustling grass, fruit, clothes... and the curly mustache that Wentworth sported. He brushed it several times with his fingers, before slowly turning to face the roads immediately outside the estate. His young master would be returning home soon; Ian had sent a telegram foretelling his arrival. It was only a matter of time.

Smiling and nodding, Wentworth walked away from the back porch where he stood, entering into the estate, and traveling down its halls. In his head, he imagined that – finally – Ian would be returning home with a woman he had fallen for. Were the chances low? Nearly completely! But he'd still clutch that 1% chance with all his might.

“Mr. Wentworth!” called a servant, “Master Solus is returning home. We've opened the gates for him.”

“Good, good,” said Wentworth with a nod, “I'm going to greet him as we speak.”

Picking up the pace in his step, the elderly butler pushed his glasses up on his face, and headed through the doors before him. As the servant said, Ian's truck was visibly returning... with his young master at the helm.

“Master Solus!” he called as Ian brought his truck to a halt, “Are you... okay...?”

Did Ian look okay? No. Not really. His cloak appeared split and torn in several areas, his pants appeared as if they had been dunked in water, his once braided hair had been undone... and was he no longer wearing a shirt beneath his ripped cloak?

Alarmed, Wentworth pulled back, but Ian shook his head, before turning his car off and dismounting from it.

“Master Solus,” said his butler, “Should I go and call a physician?”

“No, Wentworth... it is not necessary,” said Ian with an almost begrudging tone in his voice, “Everything is fine...”

“Then...” he tilted his head, “What is wrong? Why do you look so disheveled?”

Ian opened his mouth to answer... but suddenly found it impossible to. His mind was assailed with a flurry of thoughts, all of them centered around not only Wentworth and his opinions, but the opinions of others. While he had returned home with his goods – a job well done – he hadn't returned home with only his goods.

“Wentworth...” he whispered before brushing his hand through his head and hair, “I... hm... I have to ask something of you...”

“Yes, Master Solus, anything,” said his butler with that same tone of concern, “Please, what is it you need?”

“Well... uh... remember how... remember how you often told me you longed for a day where I'd return home with a woman at my side?”

“Y-yes, of course!” said Wentworth... where excitement began racing through him, “Is... heh... has that happened? Is a woman inside this trailer?”

Ian merely looked at him, almost glared. It caused Wentworth's excitement to immediately subside, as it was replaced with confusion. He opened his mouth to ask his master another question, but Ian turned away, and walked over towards his truck's trailer, coaxing his butler to do the same. Together, the two stood at the shudder doors that kept the trailer closed... before Ian gave a sigh... and pushed it open...

Swipe! CLANG!

“What...?”

Wentworth's eyes grew wide.

Goblins.

Four goblins.

One with long black hair and long nails.

One with short white hair and carrying a bow.

One with ginger-hair tied into braided pigtails.

And one with long blonde hair that shimmered in the morning light.

All four goblins stood in a trailer filled with gold and diamonds, trying on various assortments of jewelry like princesses in a treasure vault. That is until the trailer was opened, where they stared at Wentworth with the same face of confusion that the butler wore.

“Master Solus...?” he whispered as he turned to face his young master, “Is... this some... kind of joke...?”

Ian glared at him.

He did not tell jokes.

“Wentworth... could you please prepare a bedroom?”