Into The Lair of the Great Goblin (Closed for Otto26 and AmbrosiaCaress)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She went silent at that question.

Safi/Stab-Gut had not hinted that she knew of Lenya's.. well.. talents. Safi had the same talent actually, just a lot more advanced than Lenya. Lenya could not probe other sentient beings minds. She had not even tried with Runt. It just, well happened.

Lenya shifted nervously. She was not sure how to answer that question. Safi knew what her plan was, she had seen that in her mind, and of course she told Dart. But neither revealed that outside of the of them. If she could have asked why, she would have. But that was not allowed. Questioning Dart would only get you in trouble. Questioning Safi, the same or worse.

She could not tell Flayer her plan, and she had not revealed it to Runt. It wasn't like she could read minds, and Runt could not. It was just a way to communicate when wanted, it was a conscious effort, on both parts.

"I do know know what influences Great Dart's decisions, but no, neither he nor Stab-Gut knew I could communicate with your Runt. If I had any choice in the matter, I'd rather stay in Great-Dart's layer... with you" It was a strange admission to make. It was not that she would "chose" this life outside of her plan. But if this life had been forced on her by capture, and he was the lesser of the evils of the unknown. She saw how some of the other Goblins treated the enslaved females. She knew she was in for a not so pleasant experience once she was sold. She could only hope that the opportunity to slay Great-Pike would come quickly and she could get away in the confusion following. It was her only hope really.

Runt growled low, wanting to get the snares set and get some sleep. The sun was higher now, it was getting very warm and downright uncomfortable.

 

[Otto26]

Flayer considered her answer and rose without speaking, walking to the stream to put the other trap in place. He walked back to Lenya, snapping his fingers at Runt. The big dorg rose onto his haunches and looked at him. "If I took you back to Great Dart's lair they'd kill me and send you back to be sold," he told Lenya. "Outside of the structure of slavery that Great Dart has created, you'd be fucked to death and eaten. Particularly in the north. You'll be safe enough with whoever has the money and power to buy you. But outside of that..." He whipped the end of the binding cord around one of her wrists and tossed the free end to Runt who snatched it out of the air.

"Show me the snare spots," he instructed. The dorg whuffed at Lenya and rose, waiting for her to rise before he led the way into the trees. Flayer followed after. Lenya moved with less animation but the curves of her naked body were still deeply arousing. Her profession of a desire to remain with him... That went beyond arousing into emotional terrain he'd never explored. His instinctive reaction to the unknown was to fear it and goblins snarled at fear and tried to kill the source. But that wasn't an option here.

The wire snares were easy to set and might even work. Which was good because Runt was right, he needed food. Flayer picked the nest this time, further away and smaller. He went first, followed by Lenya, and then Runt. He unpacked the food she'd brought during the day.

"Eat," he said flatly.

He shared some of the remaining meat with Runt as they both watched her polish off the food she'd gathered. The forest and the vegetation started getting sparse in the next few days, he knew. It would become harder to gather anything edible on the march. It would become harder to trap anything too. They all had to eat. And he knew how to get more food. Fuckmeat. She'd learn. Would she still want to go with him afterwards? He knew the answer didn't matter, she'd go where he took her and she'd obey because she was his fuckmeat. Still, he gave the matter a little thought. She was willing fuckmeat. Had she been so from the start? Had Stab-Gut done this to her? He well remembered Lenya shuddering against Stab-Guts hand. The thought made his blood move and he impulsively reached out to grab Lenya's arm and pull her to her hands and knees, her eyes questioning his motives. He pulled her leg to turn her ass towards him and then slid a hand between her legs, roughly exposing her sex to him. He touched the slit, a dull talon pushing her lips apart to reveal a soft, wet pinkness. Curious, he slid his finger up the length of her and her body gently shook. Surprised, he repeated the action, but it took two more rubs to get the reaction he was looking for. Enthusiastically he began to rub hard against her, increasing the speed and thoroughly coating his hand with her moisture. There were soft moans, quiet cries, and a bit off yelp of pain. He stopped. He didn't mind pain, particularly hers, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her trembling and shaking on his hand. He snarled in frustration as Runt laughed at him. Then he had a thought.

"Touch yourself, Lenya. Show me what Stab-Gut did to you," he ordered. 'Did I just call the fuckmeat by name?' he wondered. 'Oh worg crap! I did. Fucking idiot.'

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya was surprised when he reached out and began massaging and rubbing between her legs, along the soft folds of her pussy. This was quite obviously not something he was accustomed to doing. Then again, did any Goblins ever do such a thing to their fuckmeat? There were stories, stories always traveled far and wide, often exaggerated, but stories none the less, of Great-Dart doing certain things with Stab-Gut/Safi that was beyond what most Goblins did. It was said that was part of how he tamed her, how he claimed her.

She looked back at him and saw the look of frustration on his face. She was about to be so bold and ask him what he was trying to do, but it seemed he read her mind...

"Touch yourself, Lenya. Show me what Stab-Gut did to you"

Safi... Stab-Gut... He had seen what she had done to her when in Dart's lair. He had seen Lenya cum, had seen her juices coat Safi's delicate fingers. Had seen how Lenya had shaken, reacted, climaxed. He wanted to do the same to her.

She nodded her head. She had to think for a moment because there were 2 ways of doing this. She had been on her hands and knees when Safi had so easily brought her to an orgasm with her fingers. But it was hard to show Flayer what was actually done in that position. So instead, she turned, facing him, sitting with her legs spread wide, her sex open and vulnerable, pink, moist...

"What she did, Master Flayer, was begin touching here" as she spoke, Lenya slid 2 of her own sleek, slender fingers along her wet slit, gently gliding them back and forth, letting the moisture saturate each, the slickness coating the lips and folds.. "she then did this"... Lenya found her lightly pulsing clit and began a slow circular motion. The sensation began to gently build, sending tendrils of pleasure out from that small organ, those heated tendrils slithering along her nerve pathways, lighting them on fire, a slow smoldering burn. Lenya's breathing began to deepen, her skin began to flush a dusky pink. "and lastly...." Lenya began a rhythm of circling and massaging her clit and pushing two wet fingers inside her now grasping pussy. She would caress for a moment, then slide within and back out, caress.. and slide within and back out again... "when inside" she was barely able to speak now, her voice a husky whisper, it felt so good, her body was heated, a sheen of sweat beading on her skin, " if you curl your 2 fingers, you find a spot on most females that will enhance what they feel, and make the climax more.... powerful" Lenya slipped her 2 fingers back in and did exactly that, curling the slender lengths just a bit, finding that small area, where the smoothness of her pussy was now a bit more textured, as if she had found a small bundle of nerves, and with that, she cried out, her hips arching upward as she shook and orgasmed, right there as he watched. And, she did not stop, her soaking fingers coming free to find her now throbbing clit again and rubbing, pressing lightly, bringing another cry from her quivering lips, her head falling back as her aches, rocking her hips to her own hand, the wetness of her was flowing, dripping and the scent, the scent was pure, musky, sexual arousal...

 

[Otto26]

He was glad he was sitting because his head was spinning. Her scent was so thick that he felt as though he couldn't breathe even though he was panting. The sight of her filled his vision, her body laid out before him, legs spread, sex spread and glistening, the sheen of sweat that covered her body, her heaving breasts, her throat. Her eyes caught his and he fell into them. Fell forward, anyway. His hand found her sex, covering it and rubbing softly. She bit a lip and then her mouth opened and her body trembled, but her eyes didn't leave his. His fingers moved, stroking, and then sliding into her. He experimented with curling his fingers, mindful of his dull claws. And then we was stroking again.

"Like that, Master," she breathed, now panting as he was. Her hips moved so that his fingers penetrated deeper on their next insertion and she moaned. "Yes. Please."

He saw the beating of her heart at her throat and instinct launched his mouth at it. At the last moment he remembered not to clamp down and tear with his teeth, but his lips fixed on her and he sucked hard at her salty flesh. She groaned. His free hand found a breast, soft flesh firm in his hand, her nipple hard. He pulled his mouth away from her throat, leaving a large red mark that would bruise in short order. His mouth moved to her breast and sucked just as hard at it. This time her cry of pain didn't give him pause. He rumbled his approval and sucked again, pulling another cry from her, this one equal parts pain and pleasure. Her cries became constant at this point, a staccato chain of wordless sounds, each panting breath giving birth to another sound and then her body shook and his finger pressed deep into her, her hips grinding her cunt against his hand and he was growling his pleasure.

She fell back on the floor of the nest, body trembling and panting, eyes half closed, and he positioned himself above her on his hands and knees, staring at her face. When her eyes focused on him he grinned and lowered his hips, dragging the wet tip of his cock down her belly until the head of it was against the heat of her and he could see that emotion in her eyes, no longer hiding in the shame. Did she push onto him? Did he push into her? He couldn't have said if his life depended on the truth. But he was inside her and her eyes rolled for a moment, half closing.

"I know you have a plan," he whispered and her eyes opened wide, staring up at him. There was a moment of fear, and the delicious shame was back, and that desire that didn't want to share with the other emotions, wanted the moment for itself. "I know Great Dart has a plan. I know Stab-Gut has a plan. But I don't know what they are." Did he feel her body relax slightly? He pulled back slightly and slammed hard into her. "I don't like not knowing what people are planning. Even if they are only fuckmeat." His hips moved again on the last word, reinforcing her status. "But it doesn't matter. Because you're fuckmeat. Tomorrow you're going to earn me and Runt enough food to feed us all the way to the trading post. And I'm going to sit and watch and if you do anything other than an outstanding job..." his hips thrust roughly again.

Emotions flitted through her eyes too quickly for him to identify, but her back arched upward, pressing her breasts against him.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I know you have a plan"

He whispered the words just as he pushed into her soaking, heated pussy.

She tensed, her eyes widening, caught within his. Did he know? She felt a myriad of emotions flowing thru her, twisting, turning. Had Dart told him? Why would he? She never saw Flayer and Dart anywhere near each other. Was he going to tell Great-Pike? Would he?

"I know Great Dart has a plan. I know Stab-Gut has a plan. But I don't know what they are."

Flayer was suspicious. He was smart, and knew something was up. Had she tipped her hand? Or was he just suspicious by nature..

He pulled back, and thrust hard forward, ramming his length back into her, pushing her into the soft ground.

"I don't like not knowing what people are planning. Even if they are only fuckmeat."

"But it doesn't matter. Because you're fuckmeat. Tomorrow you're going to earn me and Runt enough food to feed us all the way to the trading post. And I'm going to sit and watch and if you do anything other than an outstanding job..."

He pulled back and plunged forward again when the words came out. Lenya knew then that she was going to have to endure what the others already had. She was not all that sure what had sparked his suspicions. She knew he was wary of her connection with the Dorg. But, she realized, as he began to thrust hard and deep into the tight tunnel of her sex, that he was noting the differences between her and the other females. And females, enslaved by Goblins did not act as she was. And certainly there could never be another like Safi, never.

His suspicions were warranted.

But Lenya let all those thoughts go for the moment, her body was demanding her attention. She rolled her own hips up, locking her slender legs around his still moving hips, another move most fuckmeat females did not do. Arching under him, his body and her own, the friction of skin on skin, her breasts brushing along his chest with every movement he made, his rocking into her becoming more urgent, and she was meeting his thrusts with her own undulating motion, meant to draw him deeper into her body, deeper into her pussy, her sex contracting around his cock, the wet, heated walls pulsing with every beat of her heart, every gasp, every moan that came from her lips. She laid her head back again, baring the sweet curve of her throat to his mouth, teeth, tongue and crying out when she felt him again claim that tender flesh..

She was keening now a low, deep, passionate sound that came from the very depths of her. Even the sounds she made were different than more of the fuckmeat, who only screamed and begged when used.

Lenya felt the orgasm building, her clit already aroused from herself, and then Flayer, manipulating it, caressing, teasing. When she released, she gripped onto the Goblin atop her and pulled him tight to her, his cock penetrating even deeper, the walls of her pussy closing around him, seizing, clenching, pulsating, spasming as she came, a flood of heated moisture coating him, spilling out around him... as she writhed and moaned beneath him......

When he exploded inside her, she called out again, her eyes rolling back as she felt the searing heat splashing the very depths of her. When he finally pulled free, Lenya was panting, trembling, her body flush, covered in little beads of moisture, she was spent, weakened for the moment, before she finally drew her legs up and managed to pull herself into a sitting position.

Runt huffed and lumbered over, setting down behind her and allowing her to lean back against him for support... but her eyes were on Flayer... she canted her head slightly, her voice still weak but clear... "Will you be able to just watch others use me tomorrow?"

 

[Otto26]

It was a challenge and Flayer snarled back at it, exhaustion pushed to the side for the moment by a flare of adrenaline, his lips pulled back to reveal teeth sharper than human, his hands curled to claw. Lenya pulled back against Runt as he started to lunge at her, either because she couldn't go anywhere else or because she thought he might aid her. Runt was confused about the matter himself and turned into her, growling and huffing, at her and Flayer.

"No, we're not going to kill her," Flayer ground out, his face a foot away from Lenya's, the extremities of his body trembling. Runt huffed again and lay his head down. "You've gotten more sleep than all of us," Flayer responded hotly. But the heat was entirely in his voice now, the killing rage he'd restrained was gone. His eyes found Lenya's and narrowed. He should simply shut her up. Gag her and sleep. Gag her with his cock so she couldn't challenge him with her words. But that wasn't victory enough. That wasn't ripping out the throat of the challenge. Genetics and upbringing forced him to engage.

"It will be easy," he lied. "You're just fuckmeat." The lies and half-truths and truths rolled off his tongue with equal facility. "You're willing fuckmeat. Like Stab-Gut and the others. You think you're being clever and putting one over on the goblins, but your cunt hungers for goblin cock." He transformed the snarl on his lips into a savage leer. "If I took you home and set you free you'd be crawling into the lair of Great Dart within a week, trying to satisfy your desire. Whatever else you think you're going to do, at the end of it all you'll be staring at that fact and praying for goblins to savage you. Do you recognize that? Did your plan account for how you would be changed?" he challenged rhetorically.

Runt rumbled a low, approving growl, but Flayer ignored it; the dorg was too attached to Lenya. To the fuckmeat! his mind corrected. Not like Flayer himself. He'd use the resources he had to ensure he had the resources he needed so he could carry out his plan and to hell with Great Dart, and Stab-Gut, and Leny... the fuckmeat's(!!) plan. He was Flayer and he would walk into Great Darts lair with Runt on one side and Lenya on a leash on the other! The fuckmeat on a leash!!!

His inner turmoil snarled and he snapped his teeth at Lenyas throat before pulling her down, pinning her between him and Runt, a clawed hand at her hip. "Sleep," he commanded both of them. Runt huffed a crystal clear and frustrated 'Finally.' Flayer ignored him and tried to ignore the visions of Lenya servicing the other goblins that flitted through his minds eye.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Did your plan account for how you would be changed?"

Those words hit Lenya hard as she was forced to lay between the clearly angered Flayer and Runt. His snapping of his fangs so close to her very vulnerable throat had caused her to recoil, and easily silenced her. She dared not anger him anymore by saying anything. She had not issued her words as a challenge, it was a question, one that she wondered about. Other Goblins dared not touch Stab-Gut/Safi without Dart's approval, other than Ripper and Slash-Throat. And word was, again stories, rumors, that he did not allow many the pleasure that was Safi.

"Did your plan account for how you would be changed?"

He spoke of her craving Goblin cock. She had heard of that. The stories were mostly of human females, when ransomed back, allowing themselves to be captured once again. There were tales of Elven Females as well, but those were few and far between. When Elves were captured, and used, they were considered tainted, foul. Much like Lenya was, being half Elven and half Human. Female Elves that were captured were not ransomed back, so many were not seen again. A very few, and we are talking over the course of years and years, of maybe a couple of them escaping, but crawling back to the Goblins when their own people rejected them. Lenya never knew what to believe. She, herself had not seen any willing "fuckmeat" yet, other than that one human girl just before her in Dart's lair, and Safi, of course.

"Did your plan account for how you would be changed?"

His words kept replaying in her mind. Would she crave it? Goblin cock? Would she be changed that much? Could she put what she was going through behind her when this was over? Could she clean the foul off of her enough to live among the Elves? Would they know? Was she doing this all for nothing, only to be rejected not because of her mixed blood but because she was considered unclean, and tainted?

She did fall asleep, nestled between Flayer and Runt, most likely the safest place she could be given the circumstances, feeling his claws gripping her hip lightly. He knew something was up, but in the end it did not matter. He would, most likely, be long gone back to Great-Dart's lair, by the time she found her chance to kill Great-Pike. The thought saddened her to a degree, she would miss Runt the most right now. Her feelings for the Dorg only intensifying as they traveled. Again, he was the only male that was not looking to fuck her into oblivion.

Unfortunately, her dreams were filled with what he had said. That he would be trading use of her, for supplies for the remainder of the trip. She did actually find some comfort that he would be "Watching".. Lenya did not trust, or even like, most of the other Goblins they were traveling with. Like Humans and Elves, she was finding that some Goblins were more intelligent than others, and less savage than others. Not that she would have a say in what happens to her, now and when she was sold.

"Deal with one day at a time" she told herself. "Just one day at a time"

 

[Otto26]

Runts low growl brought Flayer awake, his eyes snapping open but his body remaining still. The visions of violence he'd been dreaming, an unending tide of goblins trying to steal Lenya away and he standing on a pile of their corpses trying to hold back the sea, was replaced by the interior of the nest. Lenya was curled into Runts back and he was tight against her, his stiff flesh between the cheeks of her ass, a breast in his hand. Her breathing was the only sound in the nest as both he and Runt listened carefully.

"Flayer?" a voice hissed.

Time for the second watch. Runt relaxed, standing watch was Flayers job, not his. Flayer gave Lenyas breast a last, appreciative, squeeze and rolled away. She shifted slightly and inched closer to the dorg. Flayer crawled out of the nest and into the bright light of mid-day, adjusting his eye protectors and silently cursing. It was the last watch he'd stand on this trip, he knew.

The other goblin had already gone to ground in his nest, which left Flayer alone on the surface. He struggled to wake up, the sun was blindingly bright, though he saw dark clouds building on the horizon, and his mind was sluggish. The best way to watch was to sit and be patient, but he was afraid he'd slip too deeply into his thoughts if he remained still. Slowly he crept through the landscape, looking for any signs of danger and, purely by coincidence, checking the snares. Runt had picked good locations and four of the five traps held the strangled corpses of fat rabbits. He collected them and reset the snares, reasoning that rabbits were active at dawn and dusk and they might get a couple more.

The corpses cheered him up and moved slowly to a central location where he could simply sit and observe. And work on modifying the pack. The cloak was finished, as a cloak. If it rained, when it rained, he corrected himself, looking again to the towering clouds forming in the distance, he would get wet. But it was still summer and the rain wouldn't be the liquid ice that fell in the winter. He didn't need a cloak. He needed packs. One for him and one for Lenya. Tonight's camp was the last one close to water for three days. Any water they wanted they'd have to carry. And Lenyas shoes might wear out before they reached the trading post. Probably not, she seemed to know how to walk carefully. A vision of her body moving through the shadows leapt into his head and forced him to pause for a moment. But if they did... He cut out another pair and then turned the rest of the cloak into straps that would let them carry the water bladders. Mostly empty water bladders tonight.

Every few minutes he would stop and close his eyes and listen and then he'd shift his position and let his eyes rest on a new field of vision, searching for movement, and then he'd go back to work for a few more minutes. This cycle carried him through until nearly sunset when he again checked the snares. Three more rabbits had fallen victim to traps and he collected them along with the snares. His erection had persisted the entire watch and he was extremely frustrated to realize that he wouldn't have time to soothe it by sinking it into Lenya. 'And Tooth-Puller probably won't want to stop because of the rain and then I'll have to watch all these sheep fuckers crawling on her,' he groused. That would change, eventually, he promised himself. But it didn't particularly soothe his mood now.

When Tooth-Puller finally emerged from his nest and deigned to acknowledge that he saw Flayer awake and doing his job, Flayer went quickly to the nest. "Breakfast is out front," he told Runt. The dorg moved quickly out of the nest, displacing Lenya and waking her. She visibly struggled to wake quickly but was quite clearly making the effort. Flayer sat her up, facing away from him, and sat behind her. "Sit still," he ordered. His claws combed through her hair, pulling back over her shoulders, first loosely, then more tightly. Nimble fingers experimented for a few moments, pulling and moving strands. He'd never put a slave braid in before, but it was just weaving and every goblin was good at weaving. Usually wire, but the principles and practices were largely the same. Flayer was no artisan but humans would have been forced to admire his skill and the end product. Elves would have been forced to ignore it or lie about the quality. He tied the long braid with a piece of scrap leather cord and didn't bother to inspect it. He could do better with more time that he didn't have right now. The harness went on next. He needed to adjust it a little, ensuring the two front straps went over and under her breasts, not across them and not cutting into her flesh. The edge of his talons smoothed the corners of more than one piece of leather as he wordlessly, quickly, and efficiently finished the fitting.

At length he grunted his satisfaction with the fitting and pulled her wrists together, tossing a binding cord around them. "Piss and drink at the stream," he ordered. "I'll feed you down there while I collect the traps." Her expression was hard to read, but she looked a little bemused. That didn't stop her from obeying promptly he grudgingly admitted. Which made the slap he gave her ass less of a correction and more of a simple pleasure on his part.

Runt was finishing his last two rabbits when Flayer emerged from the nest. Lenya, apparently unsure if she was supposed to wait for the dorg, looked a little upset by the sight. "Go on," Flayer gestured at her. "I'm coming." She turned and hurried away. "I don't think she likes watching you eat," he told Runt. The dorg huffed dismissively and then, in a comically exaggerated fashion, took his next bite. Flayer laughed and followed after Lenya. She'd taken his words to heart, or had her own reasons, for hurrying to the stream and he had to walk quickly to keep her in sight. The clouds and the sunset had drenched the whole world in a blood red that covered Lenya's naked body. Flayer was, again, reminded of his painful erection and wondered if they had time for a quick rape. He could just push her over a rock, spread her legs, and fuck her. The thought of his flesh buried deep in her hot, wet, willing flesh brought a painful surge of blood to his cock and he whispered a curse and ignored the subtle play of the light across her. Tried to. Failed to.

The traps had caught several fish. He dropped three of the smaller ones right into his mouth, crunching them one by one as Lenya quickly bathed herself and drank from the stream. He took the two larger fish and quickly killed and filleted them. One chunk he put on a rock in front of Lenya along with some of the dried meat and the last of the onion. One fillet he quickly scarfed down. The others he left on a rock for Runt, who came stalking out of the woods, licking a bloody muzzle and caught sight of the fish and cocked his head.

"Yes, they're for you, dumb-ass. Won't be a lot of food the next couple of days."

Flayer filled several of the water skins and attached half of them to Lenya's harness and the other half to his. Runt had finished eating by the time he was done and was filling up on water. When Tooth-Puller's whistle came out of the woods Flayer felt ready. He stuffed the loincloth back into Lenya's open mouth.

"Keep harvesting," he instructed, and then they were off.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya had to admit 2 things as she headed for the creek.

First of all, the braid that now lay down her back, actually felt good to her. She knew what it was, but with her long, thick hair being pulled back and out of the way, it was a relief. She had to wonder if it would have been funny to him to know that she often braided her own hair, and would have this time had he asked, or rather, commanded. The other thing she had to admit was Flayer was right, watching Runt eat was unnerving for her. She trusted the Dorg, but watching him eat was a whole other thing. She also knew if she told Runt that he'd just torment her with eating all kinds of bloody things in front of her. She already knew he had a sarcastic sense of humor, if Dorg's could have a sense of humor...

Once at the creek, she bathed, and as always, the cool caress of the water felt so good to her. Did the other Goblins let their.... females... bathe? Lenya did think that clean females would bring more coin, wouldn't they? But she wasn't going to say anything. That, most likely, would just get her in trouble.

While enjoying the fish, and it was quite tasty, raw fish did not bother her at all, and this one was plump and sweet, sweet enough it had her licking her fingers, while she watched Runt down his share. She tilted her head slightly, it was interesting the relationship between Flayer and the Dorg. She had to wonder how that came to be. Goblins were not known for keeping pets, outside of "fuckmeat" pets that is...

She would have to ask... the next time the opportunity presented itself.

Now was not that opportunity as the loincloth was again stuffed into her mouth. She did not fight it, she accepted that she needed to keep up some appearances, even though she'd stay quiet if that was what he wanted.

"Keep Harvesting"... Lenya nodded. She liked doing that, it allowed her the freedom to roam off the trail set by the Toothy One.

As they moved along, Lenya noted that the underbrush, vegetation was getting thinner. She no longer found any berries, berries liked warm, moist climates and as they moved north, even Lenya noted the cooler air.. But, as she moved in and out of the trees and bushes, careful to stay within Flayer's line of site, she found Turnip, Parsnip and even some wild Lettuce... She had no clue if Goblins ate lettuce, but it was a favorite of hers. She found more Onions and even a few wild Potatoes. She began to think this may have been some kind of farmland a long time ago, and these were the remnants of that farm. Fine by her, she'd harvest any seeds once they ate and throw them back to the soil to grow again.

All was good, until Lenya stopped, hearing the thunder, and a flash of lightning lit up the path. The rain started shortly after that, a cool, heavy rain that soaked her, and everyone else, to the skin. Well, Lenya thought, at least the other females were getting cleaned by the weather gods. She wasn't sure why she cared about the other captive, it was just her nature.

 

[Otto26]

The occasional distant flash in the sky was followed by low rumbles. Nothing for the goblins on the ground to worry about. The rain came down in a steady, heavy flow that turned depressions into mini-ponds and created hundreds of temporary streams and creeks. The order of march tightened up and Flayer sent Runt to herd Lenya closer in and enforce a smaller roaming distance that kept her within sight of him.

By the time Tooth-Puller brought the group to a halt the rain had become almost like the hand of an angry god. It muffled the usual sounds of the forest and filled the space with a white noise of fat raindrops thuds on the ground and the patter of rain on leaves. It hit flesh as though the storm had a grudge against the creatures that lived beneath it. It showed no signs of letting up and Flayer wondered if Tooth-Puller would march them another night through it if it kept up.

Runt came up with Lenya in front of him and looked around.

"Yeah, not the best conditions," he agreed. "But Lenya's the best. The best fuckmeat," he added, "and I've got an idea."

He removed the harness from her body and the loincloth from her mouth, watching as she tilted her face up towards the rain, mouth open to catch the rain drops. He left her hands bound in front of her and checked her braid, then he carefully inspected her, starting at her shoulders and moving down to her feet where he removed her shoes. He stood and removed a binding cord from his belt. The leather strand was soaked through by the weather and that made it heavy. He gave it a few experimental swings to get the feel of it and then swung it at Lenya, letting it wrap around her body just above her hips, the tip landing with a stinging slap. He pulled the cord to yank her close to him, her bound hands swinging up to create a barrier between them, but his stiff (always stiff) cock pressing against her thighs. He loosened the pressure on the cord and it dropped to the ground, caressing her wet hips and thighs and legs as it feel at her feet.

"You'll dance to the lash, Leny... fuckmeat." And he pushed her away, tumbling her down to the ground on her back as he whistled the lash over his head and, just before he lost the ability to see anything but Lenya, he perceived goblin faces turning to watch.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

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She lay on her back for a moment, letting the words sink in... Dance to the Lash... He wanted her to dance. He commanded her to dance... So dance she shall.

Rolling from her back to her belly, lifting to her hands and knees, she crawls towards the lash, the corded leather that Flayer held. From her moist, parted lips, she began humming again, vocalizing, the sound was more for her than for the others to hear, more for her own movements, motions, to allow her to undulate, to dance. Her voice was deep, melodic, the sound winding around her and indeed accenting the rhythmic motions that she made.

Full hips swaying from left to right in a teasing motion, she turns, still on hands and knees, lowering, offering her back and ass to the lash, and when it snaps, she arches back, as if the whip had tasted of her skin, this time, it had not, but her twisting, crying out, one may not know that this particular time, Flayer had cracked the leather cord over her, not striking her, but her reaction was if it had indeed kissed her skin. She undulates her body, hither and yon, her slave braid dancing along the smooth plain of her back as she moves, whispy tendrils coming free to highlight the motion in pale gold..

Lenya begins crawling again toward the mid of the space in which she was moving, her bound wrists just loose enough to allow her this movement, actually making it more sultry in motion. Turning her head slightly, a light bite of her glossy, glistening lower lip, she glances over a bared, wet from the still falling rain, shoulder towards Flayer, only seeing him, her crystal clear eyes gleaming wildly, catching the flash of lightning overhead, reflecting within her gaze...

The flash highlights her heated body, revealing the pink flush that colors her cheeks, her throat, her chest, the rise and fall of her deep breaths easily distinguished, she leans back on her heels, in a kneel, widely parted knees exposing for all the Goblins and other fuckmeat to see, the moistened heat of her sex, she rocking her hips up and down to the humming music that still flows from her lips..

She then rolled, and lifted to her feet. Closing her eyes, letting herself get lost in the music that she heard within her head, the soft humming that came from her lips, she rocks, back and forth, hips rolling, her wrists still bound, she lifts her arms over her head and arches back, her leg kicking out as she leaps forward, coming down on one knee, Flayer lashing out with the corded leather, it strikes, biting down the smooth plane of her back, not breaking flesh, but the sting brings a soft cry amidst her gentle humming, her body quivers as she pauses on that knee before rising as the whip is withdrawn, she dances toward from whence it came and Flayer, picking up on the hint, lets it sail out once again, the leather almost expertly wrapping around her form, as she twists with it, feeling it claim her, she is now before him, head back, then forward, her eyes lock on his, he yanking back on the leather, and it slithers free as she falls to her knees at his feet, arching back, then rolling, back up on her feet, she shimmies across her field of dance, reaching for the Goblin opposite Flayer, but the *crack* of the leather whip calls to her, and she spins, steps and goes to her knees, bowing forward, bound wrists lain before, as if worshipping the sound that calls to her...

Another *crack* is heard and her head comes up, she swaying as she lifts to her knees, reaching out to the sound.. she rising to her feet, the rain, having let up some, but still falling, licking and splashing over her heated skin, droplets flowing down the soft surface, when she spins again, the water cascades out from her, like a veil of heat that envelopes her... another bright flash of lightning, followed by the hard pound of thunder, Lenya cries out, the whip, it sings to her in the thunder, she on one foot spins, as Flayer again strikes, the leather this time curling about her throat, she reaches up with bound hands to grasp the corded leather, pausing, the tip brought to her lips for a kiss as she sinks to her knees before him... crawling around his legs as the leather slithers free of it's grip... at his other side, as he looks down, she glides her bound hands, palms wet, soft, upwards along his leg, she arching back, head back, baring her throat, for the whip? For a collar? For his Fangs? She then snaps her head forward and is before him, bowing, back, hips, and ass offered to him and the whip.... The whip had called to her... the whip owns her.... the whip will always bring her to her knees, begging....

She stayed prone as Flayer allowed the leather to gently glide down her back, hips and ass... a kiss from the whip rather than a bite into the flesh... bringing forth a low moan... one last flash of lightning revealed the Goblins just staring, panting, at what they had just seen, even the other fuckmeat were just staring...

Lenya, deep in her mind heard Runt... "Beautiful"... and she thanked him silently... she panting in her bowed position at Flayer's feet...

 

[Otto26]

In Flayer's mind the rain created a veil that isolated them from the rest of the world. There was only him, Lenya, and the cord. In the wet her body twisted to the leather and to her own desires. The water smacked into her flesh and then caressed every curve of her. It accumulated on her lips and traced between them, more intimate and more invasive than he'd ever been. Unseen, ignored, around them goblins and fuckmeat were entranced by this rarest magic. Clawed hands grasped at weapons or stroked stiff flesh. Bound hands, independent of conscious thought, covered intimate flesh, brushed against it, touched it, caressed it.

And Lenya's dance continued, accelerated, as she danced with the cord and then for the cord and then for herself. When she climaxed, wet leather sliding off her back, a low, soft moan emerging from her panting, her body submitting before Flayer, he nearly climaxed as well. For a moment he shook in the rain, water running off him, every instinct telling him to take her until he died in her. Then he casually coiled the cord, putting it back into his belt, and taking the stake he'd carved on the night's walk and kneeling down to hammer it into the ground between the cords that bound Lenya's wrists.

"Good girl," he murmured as he rose and regarded the goblins. Their hungry eyes shifted from Lenya to him as walked a short distance to a convenient rock and took a seat. "The line starts here," he announced.

There was a rush of goblins that could have degenerated into a fight if Tooth-Puller hadn't pushed his way to the front. "No more watches," he offered.

Flayer considered the offer for a moment and then nodded. The goblin rushed over to Lenya, kneeling between her legs, clawed hands grasping at her hips as he thrust at her, only managing to find the entrance to her body on his third try, and then slamming deep into her.

Flayer fielded more offers, mostly food but picking up a sword and replacement bow-strings as well, and the goblins lined up. Those who'd discovered they wouldn't be able to meet Flayer's price stalked over to trembling fuckmeat and threw them to the ground.

"Whore!" one of them cried at Lenya a moment before her open mouth was filled with flesh.

Flayer was uncertain if Lenya (the FUCKMEAT!!! his mind screamed in correction) heard the insult. She couldn't have answered if she did. Tooth-Puller was slamming into her from behind, wet flesh slapping with each thrust, and Half-Nose had a hold of her braid and his hips were pumping his flesh deep into her mouth. Flayer idly remembered what Lenya could do with her mouth and considered Half-Nose a fool. If he'd just give Lenya her head... The humor made him grin and then the grin became a hungry leer as he watched Lenya's breasts sway beneath her, water dripping from her nipples each time they reached the end of their range of motion. Other goblins waited, impatiently shifting their weight from foot to foot and stroking their erections.

He *wanted* to be fucking her himself. His painful flesh wanted to be soothed by the caress of her hot sex and placated by her soft lips and cunning tongue. He realized he was panting and made an effort to calm his breathing. The sight before him helped not at all; Lenya being ravaged by the goblins was too arousing.

Tooth-Puller finished, coming in Lenya while his hands clung desperately to her hips and her body moved back and forth, driven by Half-Nose's thrusts. And then he staggered back and Black-Hand nearly pushed him out of the way to position himself behind her.

"No ass!" Flayer called out, forcefully so that Black-Hand would hear him.

"I want to hear her scream," the goblin snarled back.

"No ass," Flayer repeated, hand on his stone dagger.

Black-Hand snarled in frustration but lowered his aim and pushed hard into Lenya's cunt. Flayer could remember how that felt. Her silken walls squeezing, grasping at him. The head of his cock at the back of her, swirling around the entrance to her womb. The hot wetness of her coating his balls. Her hips in his hands. The subtle, and not so subtle, motion of her body grinding back against him.

He was panting again.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She had hoped, that her dance would get her out of what was about to happen next, but her logical mind told her she would not be that lucky. Flayer had warned her. But it didn't mean she was happy with what was about to happen. Her eyes followed his every move when he staked her to the ground. As he turned to walk away, she whispered, begging, "not my ass, please Master Flayer" He paused mid-step, then nodded and walked away.

She took a deep breath as she heard the Goblins vying for her use. She had to get through this. While this would be the first time she would have to endure this, it most certainly would not be the last.

It was the Toothy one that took her first, Lenya heard him offer Flayer no more watches. His claws dug into her hips, she felt him push against her, he was so anxious that it took him 3 times to shove his long cock into the wet, heated grasp of her sex. She was aroused, not because of what was about to happen to her, but from her dance. It was almost a blessing, much like when Safi helped her to become ready for her first time. The fact the tunnel of her pussy was already slippery and slick, made it much, better? That was not really the right word, but it helped, as Tooth-Puller grunted while wildly rocking his hips into her, his cock, long but not as thick as Flayer's, delved into her pussy over and over again...

But that was only half of what she was to endure. Claws grabbing her long braid, her mouth was forced open, and a cock pushed in. Lenya could only moan, low and deep, while being fucked both in her pussy and in her mouth. She dared not bite, or even attempt to bite. She knew better than that, she had heard stories about fuckmeat having their teeth knocked out or forcibly pulled if they showed a tendency to bite. More than likely that was where Tooth-Puller got his name. She closed her eyes, letting her lips and tongue do what they could to the foul cock that now flung itself in and out of her mouth. She knew, this was what the other females had been enduring, and the thought of having to endure this endlessly, she felt a shiver course through her at that thought. It did help to strengthen her resolve. She would kill Great-Pike as soon as she could, and escape this...

She closed her eyes, and reached out to... Runt. She could feel him close, watching. It was not like she could carry on a conversation with the Dorg, but she sought comfort in his presence. She remembered splashing him in the creek, and the Dorg's eyes lighting up with mirth, and he actually, almost laughing, if a Demon Wolf thing like him could laugh.

"I can" came the reply.

She felt the Toothy one ram into her one last time, and his cock spasmed, spilling out his seed into the depths of her. She herself did not orgasm, not that it mattered to the one's using her. They were different than Flayer, Flayer wanted her to cum, wanted to pull that orgasm from her, the look in his eyes told her that. These Goblins cared less, they were only interested in their own gratification. The one still working her mouth had yet to finish. He was grunting with every shove, his balls hitting her chin.

She had only a moment respite, when another set of claws grabbed her hips, spreading her wider... She felt the head of his cock at her ass... and she nearly panicked, trying to cry out around the cock lodged in her throat. Apparently this excited the Goblin who was fucking her mouth because he growled loudly and she felt his cock twist and jerk and streams of his cum shot out, pouring down the back of her throat, as she struggled to swallow....

"No ass!" Flayer called out

"I want to hear her scream," the goblin snarled back.

"No ass," Flayer repeated, hand on his stone dagger.

The Goblin behind her growled in obvious anger and frustration, but she felt his shaft, shorter but very thick, plunge into her soaking pussy, the walls surrounding him with warmth.

The rain had finally let up, why she noticed that she was not even sure, as she faced yet another Goblin at her mouth, the first one having finally emptied his balls, she unable to swallow it all, she felt the thick semen coating her lips and chin. The next one pulled her braid hard yelling "open up" and in his cock went as she again struggle to suck the length into the back of her throat.

She again let her mind travel back to Runt...

"Will need to thank Flayer" she repeated, not really to the Dorg, more to herself, he was just privy to her inner conversation was all. She had heard Flayer live up to his promise, it had only been a nod when she whispered that begging plea, but he had heard and listened and that meant something to her.

She hated what he was making her do. She hated it with all that she had. But she had no choice. So she endured. Out of the 12 other Goblins, if she had counted correctly, on this trip, she endured being mouth and pussy fucked by 8 of them. The night seemed to go on forever. She felt the tears streaming down her cheeks as she wished, prayed to the gods that this be over.

When it was over, she was left, panting and shaking, head down. When Flayer released her from the stake, and pulled her to her feet, she nearly collapsed, but she managed to stay on her feet. He and Runt led her to the creek, and she gratefully drank the cool water. At least he knew what she needed... the drink making her feel marginally better, but not by much.. she turned to look up at him as he watched her... "Did I please you?" she asked quietly, not moving from her knelt down position, her mouth and chin still wet from her drinking, her body still shaking, hips marked with several claw slashes, even her cheek had a slash across it from an errant claw, not deep enough to scar, but it was there...

 

[Otto26]

"Did I please you?"

The words rattled inside Flayer like the reverberations of a giant bell and his thoughts chased after them. She was only fuckmeat, there was no question that she would please him. If she didn't then he'd flay her with the cord until she did or died. But she *had* done well. Every goblin had been satisfied with her. She hadn't fought or panicked or collapsed. She'd been obedient to his will. Which was good. And pleasing. Even if he'd hated letting the others touch her, let alone fuck her. She was just fuckmeat, but she was *his* fuckmeat. He very deeply resented the casual malice that had sent him on this journey unprepared and forced him to whore her out. He didn't mind seeing her fucked by others, he would use her body to reward others and forge alliances as needed. But being forced to it...

With a wordless snarl he took her arm in his hand and dragged her stumbling body into the water. He splashed the cold water over her, hands moving quickly and roughly. Her hair was released from the braid and water wet it and claws combed through it. More water splashed in her face and his hands moved over every surface, her forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, and even into her mouth as he forced her to drink, rinse, and spit. Wet hands molded to the outlines of her arms and pulled down the length of them, dimpling her skin, and then finishing the long stroke by pulling the water off the ends of her fingers and angrily hurling it away. He repeated the motion on her torso, rough palms wetting her and then pushing the remaining droplets down and off. His hands squeezed her breasts to remove the water, moving outward from her body and narrowing as they reached her nipples and fingers pulled away with the last droplets of water. Standing behind her his hands moved over her hips, uncaring of the indrawn breaths and wincing as he passed over the claw scratches. Then his hands were coarsely scrubbing between her thighs, parting her lips, pushing into her sex and he ignored the new sounds that passed between her lips. He knelt down to scrub her legs as he'd scrubbed her arms, long strokes that started with hands at her hips and between her thighs and pulled down slow and hard to her ankles.

He stood then, behind her trembling body, and re-braided her hair, his fingers dexterous but pulling roughly. And all the while he pushed away the memory of the goblins bouncing her body back and forth between their cocks, flinging it away with the water he'd pulled from her body, associating each curve of her with another memory: the way she'd moved in the water when they'd captured her, the way her mouth had worked on his flesh, the feel of her soft cunt holding him tight, the look in her eyes when she'd fallen into the pleasure he inflicted upon her, the triumph of desire in her gaze, the way she'd trembled when Stab-Gut pressed their lips together... He paused, his mind racing again in the fever state that she always seemed to kindle in him. Goblins didn't kiss fuckmeat. Had Stab-Gut done something to Lenya then? Some witchcraft? 'Fool!' his mind chided him. 'If Stab-Gut could make fuckmeat hot and willing with a kiss wouldn't she do it all the time?' But if she hadn't done anything, if it had just been a reaction...

He spun Lenya around and stepped up on a rock so their faces were level. Her eyes were wide, startled, at the sudden motion. He grabbed her braid with one hand and leaned in to brush his lips against hers.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Enduring his washing of her was better than what she had been through. She could have easily washed herself, hell she wanted to wash off what had been done to her. But it was clear to Lenya that Flayer needed to wash off what had been done to her.

Once he was done, and she had taken another long drink, first to spit, washing out the remnants of what had been spilled into her mouth, the 2nd time, he allowed her to swallow, the cool water settling her. As she stood before him, damp, dripping and naked while he rebraided her hair, she felt clean again. She knew the others did not get this privilege.

But she was not expecting, at all, what he did next. He turned her to face him. He was level with her, and she found herself, her widened eyes, locked in his gaze again. He was so close, she could feel his breath, and he could certainly feel the heated touch of her own. His claws grasping her braid, not pulling, not harsh, more to steady her and he leaned in.

When his lips brushed along hers, for a moment she gasped, the sound was soft, almost purring. She had not expected this at all. Did Goblins ever kiss? Their Slaves? Their Mates? She honestly didn't know. But Lenya relaxed just enough to let her lips part, the delicate tip of her tongue inviting his within the warmth of her mouth, an invitation he accepted. A low moan escaping as he leans in, tightening his grasp on her braid, long tongue seeking to explore her mouth, her own tongue curling around his... she let her eyes close as she melted into his kiss...

 

[Otto26]

Her gentle gasp played along his spine like a finger stroking an instrument string and then her lips opened to him and exposed the soft tip of her tongue. He reached out with his tongue to touch hers and she stroked it the way he remembered her stroking his cock. His hand tightened on her braid and his tongue pushed further into her mouth, deeper. Her eyes closed and his hand squeezed her ass hard, claws denting her skin. He inhaled, taking the breath from her body for a moment before he let her breathe again, and then he kissed her deeply once more, taking more of this pleasure from her. In the fever he could hear her breathing accelerate to a pant, could feel his own heart racing, could feel her body melting against his. His tongue reached deep inside her and she stroked it with hers again, then sucked at it with her lips. He made his own sound of approval, a deep rumble in his chest that mixed with her muted moans. 'Such a reaction,' he thought. Useless for most goblins, of course. They hunted their own physical pleasure to the exclusion of all else. He wanted more and this was a useful tool. A thought struck him and he slowly pulled back, his hand in Lenya's hair preventing her from following and maintaining the kiss. He looked into her open eyes, saw the desire at the forefront, the shame curled in a corner at the back of her mind, the flash of fear and puzzlement. 'How would she react...?' the question took a moment to clarify in his head.

His hand left her ass and withdrew a binding cord from his belt. With his eyes fixed on hers he wrapped the cord around one wrist, then drew her hands behind her and affixed it to the other wrist. His hands gripped her shoulders and then slid down her torso to her hips as he took a knee. Her breasts and belly moved past his eyes and he found himself looking at the soft patch of down between her thighs. Her legs shifted slightly, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, uncertainty writ large in every motion. A rough hand communicated his intent, roughly pushing between her thighs. She responded by spreading her legs, a surprised sound passing above him.

He examined her nether lips, eyes drinking in the moisture on them. He remembered her earlier display, her fingers parting her flesh, penetrating it. Her scent caught his attention and he inhaled so deeply that he nearly fell into the dehnar. Leaning forward, he placed his parted lips softly against hers and then his tongue reached out to taste her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya was breathing deeply, recovering from that deep, and intensely intimate kiss she just shared with Flayer. His actions had, well, surprised her. Not that she had the most experience with kissing, being of mixed blood, elven males shunned her for the most part, and she had no use at all for human males, she found most of them to be no better than some of the Goblins in how they dealt with females, especially ones like her, seen as damaged, dirty.

That kiss with Flayer, after what she had endured, was intimate, almost passionate. She had found herself, wanting more. Wanting more from a Goblin. She suddenly wondered if this was how Safi felt with Great-Dart? Wanting more?

But he pulled from the kiss, but he did not pull from her gaze, keeping her locked into his eyes. He did not even have to say "look at me", his stare said it for him. She did not question or struggle when he bound her wrists behind her. But there were questions in her gleaming eyes as she watched him lower down in front of her. What was he...????

That question was answered quickly enough. Lenya groaned, low, deep, sultry, when she felt his clawed fingers slipping up and along her moist slit. Lenya opened her stance slightly, as she watched him lean forward and take in her scent. She was cleaned now, any remnants of the other Goblins, gone, her own scent was sweet, sensual, slightly musky. She found herself biting her lower lip as she felt him move closer, and suddenly, she not realizing his intent, she felt his tongue, long, heated, wet, soft, push along and into the folds of her sex. Lenya gasped, and gasped loudly, she nearly falling backwards from the sudden sensation of pleasure that shot through her. The only reason she did not loose her balance or her footing was because Runt sensed her and came up behind to allow her to use him for balance.

"Ohhh Godddssss!!!!!"

Flayer paused, hearing and noting her reaction. He then continued, thrusting his tongue into those wet folds, letting the tip explore, finding every crease, every soft, sensitive spot, every movement that nearly brought his slave to her knees. Lenya was leaning fully back on Runt, her head back now, she was panting, moaning, and crying out, as his tongue languidly learned her sex, and he hadn't even slid it inside her yet. Instead, he found her aroused, pulsing clitoris... She felt him flick his tongue against it, and she screamed...

"OHHHHHH GODDDSS FLAYER"... her body shook violently, and he took this as a good thing and kept working that small bundle of nerves that was her clit, feeling her shudder, hearing her call to him as she careened into her orgasm, her hips rocking to his mouth, a flood of sweetness flowing, slick, heated, and this, of course, invites him to slither his tongue within her spasming pussy to drink of her. Lenya's eyes rolling back as she rode the waves of pleasure, pure rapture that now had her in it's grasp...

 

[Otto26]

Lenya's scream reverberated through Flayer's body, shaking it to the core and driving him into a fukhar more intense than he'd ever experienced. Heedless of anything but his desire his long tongue snaked inside of Lenya's sweet, sweet cunt, his lips pressed hard against her ass she rocked his hips forward in an effort to better expose herself. He withdrew, laving her folds with his tongue, roughly passing over her sensitive spot, and then plunged into her again. Her moisture coated his lips and cheeks and sharp chin as he pursued his prey with wild abandon.

Runt was growling a warning and Flayer didn't care. He was lost in Lenya. Her body, her scent, her taste, the sounds of her.... He wanted more, everything, all of her screaming, helpless pleasure offered up to him. Runt growled again and Flayer knew they were being too loud and didn't care. "Want," he snarled at Runt. He stood and roughly turned Lenya around, letting her belly lay across Runt's back, her ass facing Flayer who stepped between her legs and thrust his aching cock into her hot, wet flesh with a snarl of triumph. She cried out again, the two sounds merging like their bodies.

Runt huffed in anger and stepped forward. Deprived of his support, Lenya and Flayer fell forward into the water. The cold stream was a shock to the goblin and despite his desires and efforts the physical connection between him and Lenya was broken. He snarled in rage and frustration but Runt, unrepentant, barked at him and Flayer was forced to back down; the dorg was right.

"Fuck," he swore. He looked around, Lenya was still sitting in the water, panting, carefully watching. "Find a nest," he ordered Runt. The dorg looked back and forth between the two of them. "I'm good," Flayer lied. He really wasn't. He could still taste Lenya, her scent still filled his senses, his cock *hurt*. But he'd get her back to the nest first and fuck her until he was senseless next.

Runt sniffed suspiciously but turned and walked back towards the camping ground.

Flayer walked over to Lenya and pulled/assisted her to her feet. "That way," he instructed, pointing in the direction Runt had gone. She moved slowly, unsteadily, and then he looked around, trying to make certain he hadn't dropped anything, hadn't left any obvious signs of their presence. It was difficult to think and he tried breathing shallowly but Lenya's scent clung to him. A quick face wash helped, for a moment, but then the scent was back and his head swam. He wasn't sure if the scent was real or just an incredibly powerful memory. It was dragging at him, threatening to drown him in the fukhar. He shook his head and tried to orient himself. 'Which way?' he wondered. A flash of leg and ass caught his eye and he snarled in anticipation and set off in pursuit.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

When Runt moved, and sent her and Flayer tumbling into the cool water, she found herself dazed. She had been riding the crest of an intense orgasm, and Flayer had just slid his long, hard cock into her willing depths. So yeah, she was quite dazed.

Flayer pulled her to her feet. She was a bit unsteady, and it took her a minute to move in the direction he was pointing. But she did, finally, disappear into the brush, following her link to Runt moreso than Flayer's directions. Runt was nosing around a spot for a den and with a low huff, he found the perfect place. It was larger than the other nests had been, and was fairly close to the water source, which Lenya liked, not that what she wanted or needed was an option.

It was a bit closer to the other Goblin nests as well, but all was quiet in the sunshine, the rain from the night before had ended, this particular day. This, because the 8 that had used her, were spent. Even they had to admit they had never felt such gratification, such satisfaction, as they had with Lenya, after her enticing dance, not that they all understood it was a dance. Not all were quite as savvy as Flayer was. Many were hoping for more chances at the Elf that Flayer was lucky enough to have in his bindings. Many were dreaming of just that. And the 4 who had not met his price were already conniving and planning on ways to meet his price next time. It was expected there would be a next time.

"Good Den" Runt smiled, well, it looked more like a demented sneer, but it was a smile none the less.

Lenya nodded, it was larger and airier then the others had been. But that was the last coherent thought she had at that moment. As soon as Flayer was in the nest, he was upon her. He shoved her hard to the ground, she falling to her back. He was on her before she could move and Lenya, caught in the heat as well, parted her legs widely, her sex still wet, still dripping from her climax by his tongue, her pussy, tight, heated, beckoning, called to him, and his answer was to plunge his hard length deep into that welcoming hole to her body.

Lenya cried out again, as he seated himself deeply, the head coming to rest pressed to her cervix. "Look at me" he commanded, and her closed eyes opened, locking in his gaze. Lenya would not, could not look away as he began to move. Her body, hips, lifting to meet his thrusts within her, starting slow, but quickly picking up in speed and intensity. She wrapping her lithe, sleek legs around his pumping hips, his motions sending radiating tendrils of pleasure, lust, heat out over her body, to every never ending, to her very core. None of the others, when using her, made her feel the building of desire, the want, the need, the hunger, that Flayer did. She was not sure if it was his near insistence that she be locked within his gaze, or something more. It was as if he wanted her to feel pleasure, he wanted her to feel desire, he wanted to bring her to that cataclysmic feeling when she gave into her climax, he wanted to be the one to demand that of her, to feed off her orgasm, to know it had been HIM that had taken her there... He wanted to own that part of her.

"aahhhhh... FlayerFlayerFlayer" She was repeating his name in her passion, her body shaking, shuddering, writhing, clinging to him, the sheath of her pussy clenching, grasping, enveloping him completely....

 

[Otto26]

Her body enveloped him, her legs wrapped around his ass, her pussy wrapped around his cock, her moans wrapped around his mind. And her eyes were open pools in which he knew he could drown. She had gone beyond being helpless fuckmeat and become... He couldn't think in the fog of lust! She had become a thing of legend. Touched by the goddess. A gift made flesh. The fevered thoughts swept through him and then his body poured into hers. He stiffened, bottoming out within her, and his seed poured out in long convulsions. It filled and overfilled her and he filled his mouth with one of her breasts so that he wouldn't shout in pleasure as his body marked her as his.

He didn't know how long the orgasm lasted. A few seconds? A few minutes? Forever? His limbs were no longer his to control and his heart pounded in his ears shutting off most sounds. Lenya's moans filled the little space that was left and her body was his world. He was sucking way too hard at her breast, it would have bruises, perhaps even a few tooth scratches, in the morning. His hands were on her ass, dimpling her skin hard enough to break it in a few places, holding himself deep in her while her nectar and his cum oozed out her and dripped down his balls and onto the floor beneath them. His legs ached and cramped as his toes dug into the dirt, pushing his whole body forward, into Lenya.

His breathing slowly returned to normal while he lay helpless atop and within Lenya's trembling body. His senses slowly expanded to encompass more than just her while, at the same, time, they seemed to dull and he became less sensitive. Her scent was delightful and intoxicating but no longer the thick, nearly choking, nectar that had threatened to drown him. He moved, pulling slightly out of her and then pushing back in, just to hear the thick, wet sounds their conjoined bodies made. Her panting was no longer the moaning waves of passion that pounded against him and filled his hearing. The memory of how lost he had been within her created a feeling of almost fear within him. He was struck by the thought that it was fortunate she was enslaved, that her power was bound by something. He'd never quite believed the stories of Stab-Gut killing goblins with sex, but now he *believed*.

He licked his lips, his eyes on hers, and said "Yes, you have pleased me." Did he imagine the squeeze of her pussy on his cock? He might have. But he chose to believe otherwise. The sensation, phantom or real, reminded him that he was still hard. And now that he remembered that, the pain returned. He groaned. He couldn't lose himself like that again. Well, not today. Tomorrow... He leered broadly, knowing that he would lose himself in her again several more times before she was sold. And soon enough after he'd stolen her. But now... He slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his side and back. His, shaking, hand reached out to stroke her cheek and take a firm grasp of her braid. He tugged, pulling her head down his torso towards his stiff flesh.

"Suck the stiffness out of it, Lenya," he mumbled/ordered, completely unaware of his use of her name.

 

[RainingHeat]

* Please note that AmbrosiaCaress is me, this is my other Literotica name*

Lenya, as she cried out his name over and over and over again, became lost in her own orgasmic pleasure, the rush of adrenaline, the flood of desire, the sensations that washed over her, drowning her in wave after wave of her climax. Did other slaves orgasm like this? Did others feel pleasure when being taken by the Monsters that the Goblins were always portrayed to be? She knew the stories of the human females, wanting to return to the Goblins when ransomed back. She was beginning to believe it. Altho, for her, it was only with Flayer that she felt such complete and utter gratification. What was it about Flayer? What was it that she saw in his eyes?

"Yes, you have pleased me."

Why did that matter to her? Why did she need to hear those words, feel the caress of his claws along her cheek? What was happening to her? Had... Had Safi felt the same? Lenya wished she could talk to the legendary one, the one female slave revered above all others.

"Suck the stiffness out of it, Lenya,"

She was still caught in his eyes. "yes.. my Lord Flayer"...

It took her a moment to even register what she had just said. The words had rolled off her tongue without thought.

With the plane of her tongue, she began cleaning him, the surface still bathed in her cum and his own, tasting, licking, her tongue twisting and curling about the length of him. She lathed her tongue down to even caress his balls, her lips dancing over the surface, she drawing each into her mouth gently. She wondered if the other Goblins even knew this was an option, given how they tend to take a female's mouth, but for Flayer, it felt natural, and again she had to wonder what was happening to her.

Enveloping the whole of his cock into the heated depths of her mouth, she suckled, drawing deep, letting him feel the pressure of her mouth, throat and lips. With a roll of her head, she slid him free, only to repeat the motion, her head bobbing up and dowm, long golden slave braid falling to tickle along his belly and hip...

But, Lenya was also exhausted. She had been thru an ordeal for her, from the dance to the 8 Goblins to Flayer bringing her a intense, shattering orgasm, to this, she now cleaning his cock of her and his juices, tasting herself mingled with him....

With a curious glance, she realized that his eyes were closed, his relaxation so complete, he was falling asleep with his slave's mouth around his still semi-erect cock. Pulling her mouth free, she glance over to Runt. He was curled up by the entrance of the nest, no one would get by that Demon Wolf... she wished him a good sleep quietly in her mind and heard him whuff lazily. She then turned her eyes to Flayer, who indeed had fallen asleep. He was as exhausted and spent as she was, for different reasons, and she wondered just what he thought when the others were using her as they had. But she had to be careful, he was a Goblin, she could not attribute elven or even human feelings to a Goblin. But as she lay her head to his belly, using it as a pillow, she wondered if Great-Dart loved Safi.. Did Goblins love?

Her eyes slowly closed, as she let Flayer's measured breathing and Runt's low snoring lull her to sleep. She could still taste herself and Flayer on her lips, in her mouth, but it was not such a bad taste... not that bad at all.. and she again wondered what was happening to her....

 

[Otto26]

Flayer woke from the dream of Lenya's mouth to find himself hard. Again? Still? The dark humor of the situation, the sort of humor all goblins preferred, amused him. 'She'll be the death of me,' he thought. Dying from sexual frustration while Lenya's hot, naked body was next to him was like dying of thirst in a well. Of course, he could always drown himself. He rolled her over onto her belly and pulled her hips up, kneeling between her legs. His hips positioned his cock against her sex and fumbled for a moment, finally finding the entrance to her body and then slowly pushing deep into her. She wasn't dry, but she wasn't her usual boiling wet, either, and he had to restrain himself from stabbing her with his spear. The metaphor cheered him somewhat as he slowly pressed the spear home and her body began to react to him. He saw her fingers, hands still bound behind her back, curl into fists, and her hips moved, shaking slightly from side to side and then tilting slightly. He heard a soft gasp pass between her lips. And then he could get no deeper into her.

He paused to fully enjoy the feel of her pussy and the sight of her helpless body. Runt whuffed in frustration and rolled over. Flayer chuckled and ran a hand possessively across Lenya's ass. She'd picked up some scratches and wounds over the past day and, far from marring her perfection, they seemed to highlight her beauty. They excited him. He remembered his hands holding her ass so tight that he'd added several of the marks. A part of him lamented that her breasts were hidden from his view, and from his hands and mouth. And the absence of her eyes. It sometimes seemed like her eyes and not her cunt were the true entrance to her body. Of course when they lay face to face he had to choose between using his hands to support himself or touching her. It would be nice if... A truly radical thought entered his mind and he pictured Lenya on top of him, his cock buried in her, her breasts bouncing and exposed to his greedy hands, her neck bared for his teeth... Fuckmeat on top? Lenya on top, his mind corrected him. Willing, hot fuckmeat. His cock twitched inside her. It might work. But not now.

Leering happily Flayer pulled almost all the way out of Lenya and then slammed forward against her. As though some silent signal had been given he began to pump out and into her body as fast as he could move. There was no patience to this fuck, no hunting her helpless convulsions, he just needed to empty himself into her and perhaps find a few moments where his cock didn't ache for her. He began to grunt with each thrust and his breathing accelerated as he felt the climax building and ruthlessly pursued it until he caught it and buried his teeth in its throat. Each spurt that emptied into her started deep in his balls and the pleasure moved through his cock and her wet pussy seemed to catch the sensation and distribute it along the exterior of his flesh and then it went back into the rest of his body like warm waves. He sighed happily as the waves slowly diminished and he pulled away from her, his wet, SOFT!, flesh slowly pulling away from the lips that clung to it.

"Finally," he breathed. Of course, now his cock was wet and messy. He could have Lenya clean it, his cock twitched and snaked to one side like a hungry beast as blood threatened to engorge it again, but there wasn't time and then he'd be walking around in pain again. He gave her ass a slap for the joy of the act and told her "Up, Lenya. Last chance to wash. Get down to the stream now." His fingers freed her hands from the binding cord around her wrists and tucked it into his belt.

Washing her was not on his mind but would probably motivate her. Washing himself would be nice, but wasn't strictly necessary. Filling the water skins was vital to their well-being for the next few days, however. She probably wasn't going to enjoy carrying all that water, though. He gave Runt a shove. "You too, brother. You stink." Runt huffed and turned away from Flayer, walking to the door. Halfway through the door the dorg stopped and farted loudly.

"You son of a bitch!" Flayer shouted.

 

[RainingHeat]

She had only been just waking up when she felt Flayer turn her to her belly and lift her hips. She was not even really "prepared" for him, and for a brief moment, she tensed for the pain that would accompany a hard penetration would bring, but... to her surprise, Flayer actually restrained himself, as if realizing she was not as slick and wet as the norm would be. A Goblin, taking her comfort, and perhaps her feelings, into consideration. A low moan escaped past her lips, a long deep sigh following. His slow impaling of her felt, good, the walls of her sex, the lips of her pussy, wrapping tightly around him as he pushed into the softness.

She shifted slightly, tilting her hips upwards, rolling them back with a swaying motion, allowing him better, deeper access. And he, paused, which again surprised Lenya, his cock twitching in her depths, she was trembling slightly, her own desire gently quivering over her nerve endings. She felt his hands, claws, roaming along the curves of her ass, back of her thighs. She knew she was marked, that she could feel. Not too deeply thank the gods, but marked none the less. He was gliding his claws over each, and she wondered if marks were the sign of a better mating? A more intense mating? Was he finding his marks?

She then felt him pull back, his cock coming free, and without thought an almost silent whimper purred past her lips. It was as if heard her, because he pulled all the way back and then slammed forward, his cock plunging deeply into her now searing hot sex. Lenya cried out into the grass she was pinned down on, her body shuddering as he rocked back and lunged forward, hitting her so hard he drove her breath from her. The sounds flooding the nest, her gasping moans, the wet slapping of his hips and balls into her willing body, his own groans and grunts that ripped from his throat. Lenya felt her need, her insatiable hunger for Flayer and only Flayer, building, again she wondered, in the midst of it all, what was happening to her and why? But that thought was torn from her when she suddenly felt him ram fiercely into her and her climax took hold, she screaming out his name.. "OHH GODSSS FLAYERRRRR" her fluids spilling forth from the core of her sex...

His own expulsion was explosive, she felt every twisting spasm of his cock as he emptied himself, filling her until she overflowed... coating his balls, spilling to the ground beneath her. She was still shaking when he pulled free and she collapsed to the ground, panting hard, her skin flush, eyes glazed...

A hard smack to her ass bought her out of her orgasmic fog...

"Up, Lenya. Last chance to wash. Get down to the stream now."

Lenya... not Fuckmeat... She noted in her mind.

She quickly nodded... "Yes Master Flayer" and was on her feet, albeit she was a bit shaky, but she was up.. She slipped out of the nest, Runt turning to follow. She'd never venture down to the stream without him, she had no trust whatsoever of the other Goblins. The good thing was, she was out of he nest when she heard Flayer call Runt a "son of a bitch" and she heard the Dorg actually chuckle. Rolling her eyes, sometimes, they were like the teenaged Elven boys she remembered.

Lenya made her way to the stream. It was a bit wider here, and there was bend that sent the water to the east where they were going north. So there was good chance there would be no more fresh water bathing. The sun was just setting, the shadows crawling slowly along the ground. Lenya dared to take her long golden hair out of the slave braid, to take this last chance to cleanse it. She could braid it back herself, if Flayer got to angry.. She thought she heard Runt, chomping on something not to far away, perhaps he caught himself a rabbit or a boar. It was not something she wanted to see, that was for sure. Watching him eat was not the most pleasant experience.

Lenya heard others beginning to stir. Their voices were a bit further away than she had thought, the groan of a girl, a couple of low growls and grunts of the Goblins, probably fucking said girl... as she settled into the cool, fresh water.

But... something wasn't right. Lenya was not quite sure what it was, but she heard cries, both Goblin and female. She had just finished bathing, and was stepping up onto the shore when she saw one of the Goblins she recognized, the noseless one, he had fucked her mouth, she remembered looking up at him, no wait, Half-Nose, he had half a nose.. He came stumbling into the clearing by the stream, bleeding, groaning, and he fell over, dead.

Lenya just shook her head. What was going on?

Two more Goblins appeared, ones she did not know at all. They looked different, were garbed a bit differently, skin color was off than what she remembered from the ones they were traveling with. They looked to be painted with a dark dye, as if to conceal themselves even more in the shadows. Both were several yards away. "FUCKMEAT" they exclaimed... It took Lenya less than 10 seconds to see the dagger that Half-Nose had still clutched in his dead claws. She sprinted at full speed across the clearing just as the Goblins did the same. She got to the dagger first, grabbing it, rearing back and throwing. And just as before, her aim was true, it hit the taller of the 2, in the throat. He gurgled, half screamed, spewed blood and, still clawing at the dagger that protruded from his throat, fell over in a death spasm.

The other one shrieked in rage and charged at Lenya, just as Runt burst into the clearing, fangs bared, howling, he took the Goblin's head off in one hard, gross chomp... Easily tossing the still twitching body into the stream.

Flayer followed moments later, dagger in hand, yelling for Lenya........

 

[Otto26]

Flayer nearly stumbled out of the foul nest, equal parts enraged and amused. Runt was laughing at him and Flayer couldn't decide if he should stab the dorg or laugh with him. "You son of a bitch," he repeated with rueful admiration in his voice. "That was rank."

Runt stopped and lifted his head, suddenly alert. Flayer, recognizing the body language, put his hand to his dagger and waited; there was no need to ask what the problem was, Runt would let him know. The dorg inhaled and his head turned, the hair at the back of his neck stood straight up as a paw rose and gestured at three locations. Flayer growled and he and Runt began to slowly stalk forward.

"FUCKMEAT!" they heard and both paused.

"Lenya," Flayer breathed. The dorg was quicker off the mark than he was and faster on the move, Runt sprinted ahead while Flayer fell into position to support his partner and guard his back. It took only a few seconds to reach the water and then Runt killed a goblin, tearing it's throat out and separating the body and the head with a savage shake of his body.

"Lenya!" Flayer yelled for her attention, gesturing that she should get down and hide among the rocks and underbrush. Runt had continued moving to the other side of the stream, moving low to the ground at a fast stalk, his head gesturing towards other threats. Flayer tried to track everything at once and failed, there was too much movement and scent, too many bodies. An arrow whizzed by him and he snarled and charged forward, tackling Lenya to the ground. Another arrow shattered against a rock next to them. He pulled the fine dagger he'd taken from Lenya at her capture out of his belt and put it into her hand.

"These ones want to fuck you dead and feast on your corpse," he snarled. "Crawl over there and hide, if they move past you, cut their throat."

Without waiting to see if she would obey, he pressed himself close to the ground and inched his way through the brush towards the space where the other goblin would be going to get a better shot. If he got there first... Lenya would have to fend for herself for a minute. Well, not entirely herself, Runt would be keeping an eye on her.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Lenya!!"

She turned toward Flayer's voice, and a moment later, and it seemed to happen so fast, he was charging across the clearing and tackling her to the ground, just as an arrow flew by... another arrow hitting the rock next to them, shattering. Flayer slipped her own dagger, the one he had take from her, into her hand.

"These ones want to fuck you dead and feast on your corpse," he snarled. "Crawl over there and hide, if they move past you, cut their throat."

She nodded, crawling into a grouping of larger and smaller bushes and shrubs near the water. Lenya paused for one minute and turned to the Goblin. "Be careful Flayer, please"

She watched as he disappeared into the shadows. The darkness was deepening, now that the sun was fully down. Canting her head slightly, she listened. She heard a scream, female, and several Goblin screams and yowls. She could not tell if it was pain, fighting, or what she was hearing. She did hear Runt growling, that was unmistakable. But he seemed far away, she could not tell quite where he was. She heard running, the sounds of fighting and struggling, Goblins in pain, others yelling in triumph...

Things quieted down a little, until she heard stomping through the underbrush. Two more Goblins came trudging into the clearing. They paused, kicking at the body of Half-Nose and snarling a laugh. They searched him quickly, but found nothing of interest. One was carrying the head of another Goblin, one that Lenya did not know off the top of her head. She did not know all the ones traveling with them, but she was sure it was one from their group. He looked to have a very surprised look on his face, as if he was shocked that his head had been cut off.

As they lurched forward, Lenya sank down further into the shadows. As they were passing, they stopped, Lenya was already wondering how she was going to even attempt to kill 2 goblins. One was especially large, so it would not be an easy kill. If she had 2 daggers, she could have thrown both and most likely hit her target. But with only 1 dagger she had to figure out what she could do.

She was going to have to try. They were several feet past her, when she stood up. Both stopped, nostrils flaring. "Fuckmeat" the larger one growled. "I knew there was another one. Our scouts told is there were 5, and we only found 4... " They turned, and Lenya let the dagger fly. It hit the larger one, again her aim was true, and it embedded itself in the eye, and hence the brain, of the large monster and he fell forward, almost in slow motion, his mouth seeming to try and make some kind of noise, but none would come out. It was if his brain were already dead.

But that left her without a weapon, facing the other Goblin, who was staring at her as if he'd seen a ghost. "Fuckmeat with a dagger?" he growled almost not believing what he was seeing. This was unheard of. The only one they ever heard of carrying a dagger belonged to Great-Dart, and this female was not that female, that much he knew.

Lenya slowly backed up. She was in trouble and she knew it. The Goblin advanced, hand on his own weapon, this being a wicked looking hand axe. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can no longer scream and then cut your head off and fuck your dead mouth" he snarled at her, advancing.

Lenya sent out a cry for help to Runt, it was more of a scream, and it hit the Dorg hard. He howled to Flayer and took off running at full speed, Flayer following behind.

Lenya did not want to chance running into the darkness of the surrounding woods, afraid she would be running into more of the enemy Goblins. She had no idea of how many there were and who were dead and who were alive still. She only knew of the one before her... So Lenya took to the water, diving in, with the Goblin in pursuit. He got ahold of her ankle as she tried to kick away, but he was stronger than she was, and he easily pulled her struggling body to shore. He heaved her out of the water, throwing her down to the hard ground, knocking the air out of her. With a leering grunt, he was on her, but Lenya still had enough fight left to bring her knee up and hit his balls, hard. He howled, falling over, and she was up and on her feet again, running for the larger dead one and her dagger. She got to the body a moment before the other Goblin caught up, and wretched her dagger free and turned, just in time to see the rampaging Runt charge into the clearing, bloody fangs bared.

He was on the Goblin before he could even turn, picking him up and shaking him violently before throwing him to the ground, where he landed at Flayer's feet, just as he entered the clearing...

Lenya was panting, leaning against the still snarling Dorg....