Standing above Lily like a lion guards its cubs, Kara flexes, ready for battle. The low, garbled sound of snickering laughter comes from the grass — it’s a common goblin intimidation tactic, darting about to confuse an opponent, make them wonder where you might come from. But it’s useless against someone with a cat’s heightened senses; Kara follows each sound such that she’s more than prepared when the first goblin bursts forth, waving his jagged iron sword above his oversized head. A firebolt takes him in the chest and he’s dead on the spot.
Kara prepares another spell, but it fizzles in her hand. Fuck, no mana? What kind of build did Sayla stick me with? Still, she’s high-dex, and thinks just as fast — with a roll she snatches up the fallen goblin’s sword, a huge upgrade to her stone dagger, and menaces the high grass all around.
The next scampers towards Lily, who screams at its approach. She scurries back on her hands and knees, but it’s hardly necessary — Kara’s on the thing in a few short steps, driving the sword through its back and scooping up his leather buckler as he collapses in a stinking heap. (Okay, leather’s a bit of a stretch — it’s more like a shoddily tanned hide pulled over a rickety frame of woven branches, but at least it’s something.)
The final goblin, now realising that this is not the easy prey it was expecting, turns to run. Kara hears it breaking for the fence and pursues, her cat-half elated by the chase. She falls upon it easily — her legs are so much longer, her lungs so much deeper, that it was never really in question. But as she looms over the goblin, she tilts her head in surprise.
This one’s a woman.
Her scraggle of dark green, almost black hair falls over her lighter green skin, half-obscuring her bright yellow eyes. Half as tall as Kara, she’s none-the-less surprisingly well defined, holding her fat far better than the male goblins, who seemed to store it all in their pot bellies. A fur loincloth and makeshift bra her only clothes, there’s a pathetic air to the creature that gives Kara pause — she just loves women too much, even a wretch like this.
“No! Please!” the goblin shouts, as Kara wonders why the fuck Sayla though she’d want Goblinspeak but not Common.
“Stay here,” she replies, smacking her across the face with the buckler. The goblin spins once like a top then crests to the soft dirt with a thud.
Wiping the blood from her sword, Kara returns to Lily, finds her kneeling in the grass with her hands clasped in supplication, spilling appreciative babble. All Kara’s instincts scream to take her cock out now and see just how grateful Lily really is, but the concerned shouts of farmhands, drawn by Lily’s screams, stop her. “I’ll see you tonight,” she promises, though the girl cannot understand. She leaves her with a kiss on the forehead, scooping the unconscious goblin up as she quits the farmstead before she can be seen.
It isn’t hard to find a good hiding place — she’s still well on the hamlet’s outskirts, and the rolling meadow is absolutely rife with abandoned burrows and nests. One, left by some creature that her Naturalist skill is far too low to identify, is more than large enough to squeeze into.
The hollow’s about the size of a small bedroom, which suits her just fine. Kara lays the snoozing goblin out, sets her loot against the wall, and waits. She certainly doesn’t feel stronger. (Other than the perverse sense of power that accompanies dispatching two foes without really breaking a sweat.)
This would be an excellent opportunity to run through her skills, her attributes, but then, at the same time, there’s something to be said for learning by doing. Nothing wrong with a bit of surprise, right? Sure, it’s reckless, but, whatever. Sayla picked her for her arrogance. (This is, of course, the twisted thought process of the arrogant, and in fact Sayla was hoping to strip most of that overconfidence from her with the — sadly botched — memory wipe.)
The goblin’s eyes flutter open like a cart struggling to unstick itself from deep mud. They glance about wildly, widening in fear as she finds Kara blocking the burrow’s exit tunnel. “You didn’t kill me,” she says, quickly.
“Not yet.”
The goblin gulps. “Pretty lady. Mercy, please.”
“Maybe. I was hoping you could tell me about goblins.”
Her green head tilts. “Uhm. I don’t understand. I am goblin.”
“Yeah. But are there more of you?”
“Of course. There is a cavern of us. Thousands.”
“You’re not lying to me?”
“No! Jaika does not lie.”
“I don’t believe that for a second, Jaika, but I’ll take your word on your number. Not the best of fighters, are you?”
Jaika crosses her arms, pouting. “Goblins strength is in numbers. And traps. If you want to attack our-”
“No, no. I need an army.”
“Hah! Why should goblins follow you?”
“You’ll tell them to.”
“And why would-”
“Jaika. Stop asking stupid questions. I’m all worked up with nowhere to go. You’re going to be my first convert.”
“Convert? No. Goblins follow Rattlebone, God of Death.”
“You’ll get to meet him if you don’t do as I say.”
Jaika scrambles back the few inches that the tight space allows her. “We can have a partnership yes? No need for threats-”
“Don’t make me laugh.” Kara slips her tunic off, leaving her torso naked. She steps out of her breeches next, now totally exposed. “You’re alive for one thing now, understand? Your existence used to rely on poaching sick sheep from the edge of the herd and robbing old men on the road, or whatever the fuck else, I don’t care. Now, it relies on pleasing me.”
It’s dark in the small cavern, but thanks to her goblin night vision, Jaika can see that the woman who stands before her is far too gorgeous to be fucking a goblin in a hole in the ground. She could be a consort to kings, could make a fortune in any pleasure house in the kingdom — even one of the nicer ones which usually would not employ beastkin. The huge cock which is now brushing against Jaika’s leg might even be a bonus for them. Not for Jaika, though, who is four foot and terrified.
“You want sex? I know many tricks. For partner.”
Kara’s hands close around Jaika’s arms. “Here’s a trick — spread your legs.”
The goblin’s legs part, only partly because she’s seen this insane woman put down two of her compatriots already. The goblin — who has known she liked girls since her first raid saw a pretty young noblewoman stripped and sent running to the nearest town in her shift, and who is experiencing an odd thrill at the boldness and barbarism of this strange, beautiful woman — would probably be rolling over and sticking her ass up happily right now, counting her lucky stars that she’s still alive, were it not for the sheer size of the cock which brushes her opening. “Jaika is not pretty enough for you.”
“Oh, don’t put yourself down. You’re not as hot as me, sure, but you’ve got a nice ass under that loincloth; pretty face; nice skin. You’ll do.”
“Jaika would not want to sully such a pretty-”
“Jaika, shut the fuck up or I’ll shove that loincloth in your crooked mouth.” With that, she sinks herself into the small, tight goblin, the relief instant and palpable, like coming in from the rain. “Oh, fuck, that’s better.” Kara begins to thrust, slowly, almost tenderly, stroking Jaika’s long, ratty hair. “Too overwhelmed to talk?”
Jaika nods.
“That’s good. You can listen. A disciple needs to listen.” Jaika’s hole is nothing special, but it’s warm, and she fits, if a little snugly, so it’ll do. “I was about to fuck that shepherdess — she’s a hell of a lot hotter than you. You and those others screwed it up. What were their names?”
Struggling with the length inside her, already large but accentuated by her short frame, Jaika mumbles, “Rit and Quor.”
“Rit and Quor are dead. They got in my way, so I hated them, so I killed them. That’s the first lesson.”
“Jaika doesn’t understand.”
A greedy hand slips under her hide bra, then rips it away. “You won’t, not yet. Tell me how you feel.”
Certain this is some kind of trick, Jaika glances about, searches through her mind for an answer that won’t get her killed. “Scared?”
“No. Physically.”
She’d been trying not to think about that. Having such a divine woman use her is, despite the fear dancing across her mind, as nice as you’d expect — every slow thrust stretches her further, intensifies the half-painful tingling. “Full.”
“That’s a good girl. Exactly. Full. Full of me. And how does it feel to be full?” Kara leans over, pressing her weight into the smaller woman, starts to really fuck her.
“Good.”
“Not quite. Try again.”
“Very good?”
Fucking hell, hopefully they’re not all this stupid. Guess they’ll make decent cannon fodder if they are. “No.”
“Right.”
“That’s it. It feels right. Because this is an expression of passion. Passion is the only reason worth living. Think of how you feel when your raid doesn’t fail, when you cut down some unprepared human and take his shiny coins.”
Kara’s pretty much got Jaika’s brain twisted around her finger at this point, so the goblin immediately casts her mind to the raid before this — after all, every raid succeeds until the one that doesn’t. The memory of victory mixes with the purely physical pleasure of Kara’s cock, and Jaika’s eyes widen as she begins to understand.
“Death’s bullshit, Jaika. It’s the one thing you don’t want to happen. But your God took Rit and Quor just as readily as he’d have taken me, your enemy. Sayla, the Goddess of Passion, she doesn’t take — she gives. Just as I’m giving to you now.” She flips Jaika onto her stomach, the new angle letting her hilt deeper, but the goblin’s just too small to take the whole thing, and about an inch stays outside her. “So what’s better? Rattlebone, or Sayla?”
“Sayla! Sayla! Sayla!” Jaika screams as she cums.