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

[Nyte_mare]

Had she just told him everything? Had she? Her mind was still spinning, floating, her body felt, almost ethereal. Whatever that "donka" stuff was, it was potent. It reminded her of the stories her mother told her, about Elves sitting celebrating, smoking a pipe of herbs that would make them feel... "Fanciful" is what she called it. She had said she had tried it once, having gathered the herbs herself. She had said she felt as if she entered a dream world, where everything was colorful and soft and fanciful....

Was this what her mother had been talking about? Lenya was not sure she would describe how she felt as fanciful. She felt unfocused, but happy. She felt no real pain, that had dulled to the point of being nearly non-existent.

And she had just told Flayer what her plan had been. She had just admitted that she killed Great-Pike, and that she had intended to kill Great-Pike. Why had she done that? Why had she just admitted all that to him?

As she spoke, she had watched his demeanor change. His expressions never went to hostile though. Never. She had killed a Goblin in cold blood. Not in defense like the others. Great-Pike had been, at the time, her Owner, her Master, and she had killed him, only because he was who he was. That was murder in her world. But what was it in the Goblin world? Was it also murder? Did it warrent punishment? Again, she had killed the others in self defense, while being captured, attacked. Was this the same thing? If it was murder, would Flayer turn her in? Did Goblins even have a law like that? Elves did. If she had killed an Elf in cold blood, she would be punished...

The thoughts spun around in her mind wildly, she could not seem to slow them down, until she saw the look that colored Flayer's eyes. She knew that look... the heat, the desire... that so fully flooded his gaze..

Lenya went quiet as the dagger in his hand fell to the ground and he leaned into her. She followed his motions, leaning until her backside was on the ground, then as her legs unfolded and opened, she went to her back beneath him. All the thoughts that were wildly spinning in her mind suddenly came into focus, a sharp, hungry focus. She needed him. She needed to feel him, on her, in her, taking her, mating her, fucking her. She needed to get Great-Pike out of her head, she wanted Flayer, so much so at this moment, as the feeling came rushing through her veins, that she reached out and grabbed him, pulling him down upon her..

Lenya wrapped herself around the Goblin, her legs lifting to anchor at his hips, her own hips rocking up, her arms holding him, her lips seeking his, finding his, tongues thirsty to drink of one another's mouths.. Her pussy seeming instantly becoming searing hot and soaking wet, dripping from the pinkened folds that now, as her body undulated beneath his, slickened the length of his raging hard cock before opening, inviting, her heat coiling around his shaft like a hungry snake, drawing him into the depths that was her sex...

"Master... Flayerrrrrr" her moan was deep, sensual, wanting, needing, surrendering, submissive, lusting, all in the soft sound of her voice. A voice that had screamed when being viciously raped by Great-Pike, now was purring, whispering, to Flayer, begging him...

When he pushed inside her, Lenya cried out. Not in pain, but in the deepest feeling of pleasure. Her body, her sex, tightly grasped his penetrating cock, embracing, enfolding around him, heated, soaking, pulsating with every beat of her heart, every breath she gasped. She moved beneath him, rocking, swaying, as he moved atop her, their eyes still locked tightly in that heated, possessive gaze. She could not block him from seeing into the depths of her soul, he would see her need for acceptance, her life of being an outcast, hated, called foul and dirty. Yet with Flayer, she never felt that. He was the only one that saw her as what she was, female, worthy of being seen, even worthy of being owned. Not because she was a half-blood, but because she was desirable, and worth being owned....

His cock continued to move inside her, his hips rocking, the wet sounds of their bodies, her moans, his groans, their breathing, their mating, tongues entwined, feeding off each other echoed into the darkness around them....

 

[Otto26]

Lenya's willing body squirmed eagerly beneath his body and upon his cock. Her lips sought his, opened to them, sucked on his tongue and at his neck and shoulders. Her breasts shook with his thrusts and she pressed them up against him as her legs and arms and her hot, wet sex grasped at him. And her eyes burned hotter than her cunt, boring into him, drawing him in, pulling him in. He might have thought it a form of magic and feared it, but there was no room for that in his mind. It might not have mattered to him in any case. He wanted her. She wanted him. And that was a magic.

This was not surrender. Surrender was chained fuckmeat making a bad situation a little easier, even finding some pleasure in their rape. This was cooperation. Participation. Desire. This was Lenya wanting him to take her as fuckmeat. Giving herself to him as fuckmeat. Exposing her throat and her soul to him. His by right. His by gift.

He drove deep inside her and moved his hips to meet her thrusts, grinding his belly against hers, his cock against the entrance to her womb. He felt her squeezing him, gasping, as her body moved in single-minded, unashamed pursuit of the pleasure of his body. Her eyes pleaded with him while she used her body to please him and he smiled, goblin cruel and Flayer pleased, as he filled her, sharp waves of pleasure pumping her full of his seed while his hands against the side of her head pinned her in place, her eyes exposed to him. And still he came into her, his seed filling her cunt, his eyes filling her with his approval, and pride.

 

[Nyte_mare]

All she could feel was him. Inside her, all around her, in her body, in her head, in her mind. She could feel his confusion at what he was feeling. This was not Goblin, what he was feeling, even what he was doing. He was not "raping" Lenya. Had it ever really been rape with her and him? Even that first time, in Dart's lair, had that even been rape? She had become lost in his eyes even then... "Look at me"... the words still rang in her mind....

Lenya's orgasm came on the heels of Flayers. As soon as she felt his cock spasm, shooting out his thick reams of cum into the willing grasp of her pussy, she too hit that crescendo and climaxed, her body arching off the ground under him as she came. Her sex closed around him like a vice, gripping, massaging, as if trying to milk every drop from his still twisting, pulsing cock. She clung to him as she orgasmed, shaking, writhing, her cries echoing, her breathing ragged, eyes finally breaking from his gaze to roll back as she closed them, letting herself become lost in the sensations that were crashing over her...

Had any fuckmeat ever cum as she was? So wantonly, letting her entire body surrender to what Flayer was doing to her... submit to the pleasure he brought her... Lenya, in the throes of her climax, had raked Flayer's back with her nails... her hands falling away to the ground under her, tearing into the grass as another wave of her orgasm thundered through her still twisting body....

When her and Flayer's climax finally waned, both lay on the ground, exhausted, he still atop her. She was gasping, her body still trembling, twitching, her skin bathed in the sheen of her lustfilled actions, his seed mingled with her own slick wetness now spilling out of her and soaking the grass. Her flesh bore new marks from his claws, from his fangs grazing her bared throat, as if marking her. Yet none were deep enough to cause damage, only markings....

Markings....

She bore Dart's mark... from being in his lair...

She wanted Flayers.....

Her voice the barest of hushed whispers.... "Mark me Flayer.... Mark me as yours... please.... " She was not even aware really, of what she was begging for. Her mind was still too satiated with the Donka herbs and with the lust of their wild fucking. But that didn't matter, and she repeated her soft plea... "please Flayer... Mark me".... she did not want to be mistaken for being enslaved to anyone else, other than Flayer, and his mark would prove... ownership...

"Please"

She was giving herself... to ... him....

 

[Otto26]

Her soft plea was barely audible above the rippling of the little stream but it reverberated through him and his body trembled like a tuning fork and his softening flesh became instantly engorged and he drove mindlessly into her, his cum squelching with each thrust that rocked her body. His hands pinned her wrists behind her. His mouth was greedy at her breast, sucking hard, heedless of her discomfort, needing to feel her soft flesh against his rough tongue and taste her skin, and sweat, while his body slammed into her as if his hips would be able to bludgeon her to death, pulling back almost completely from her and then slamming forward and the trembling of his body transformed into a low, rumbling growl which grew in intensity until he roared into her breast, her soft flesh muffling the sound and his hips moved too far and he missed her cunt, driving forward and cumming on her naked belly, the cum smeared between them as he continued to move, gradually slowing.

Panting, he lifted himself from her, releasing her breast, red from the suction and the gently weeping pinpricks of his teeth and his saliva, and he stared into her eyes, strands of his seed dropping from his belly onto hers. A growl lurked in the back of his throat as he held her restrained beneath him and tried to make sense of the moment.

How had she gained power by surrendering to him?!?! It made no sense, and it was so hard to think with her begging and gasping and exposed and helpless and he had to fuck her and take more of that sweet, sweet submission. He had to be in control. Dangerous. Other goblins. They would take her. He wouldn't allow that. Lenya was his! He would take her. Again. And again. And again. And... He was in charge!

"Mine!" he snarled at her, no more than an inch from her face.

And he saw the truth of that in her eyes and nearly fell into her again. Dangerous. She was dangerous. He would have to control her very carefully. Not allow her to control him. Not give in to her whims and every request. Marking her. No. But.... oh, yes. Carving her flesh, displaying her marked flesh to demonstrate his fortune, oh yes that would be delicious. His fingers itched and he could taste her blood in his mouth.

He took a deep breath in an effort to tame the thoughts racing through his mind.

"I have marked you, fuckmeat," he growled. His hips moved, dragging his cock against her pussy. "Here." One hand reached up and a clawed finger tapped her forehead. "And here. Those are sufficient."

He rose from her, leaning back on his knees between her legs and looked down on her. A deep breath, almost a gasp, was driven from him as her helpless, dangerous, beauty struck him like a fist.

"But when we are safer I will add my mark to your flesh, Lenya," he said. The words were involuntary, passing straight from his soul to his mouth without passing through his mind, and he mentally redoubled his resolve to exercise strict control of her.

 

[Nyte_mare]

Just as the words left her lips, her begging to be marked, her offering herself to him, Flayer reacted. His cock, engorged once more and he rammed it deep inside her still very willing body. His movements were brutal, harsh, but not because he was punishing her, not because he was even "using" her, it was need, hunger, desire that drove him.. His all consuming desire to claim her again, to possess her, body, mind, soul, everything. She could feel that wanton craving rippling through his mind and his body as he plunged himself inside her, as if wanting to drive out any last remnants of Great-Pike, or anyone else for that matter. She was his... HIS... she could almost read the thoughts flooding his mind, HIS, ONLY HIS... only those HE desired would share of her.. SHE WAS HIS!!!!

The emotion came off him in waves... His body rode hers hard now, his mouth finding and suckling her still raw nipples. Lenya cried out. The pain made a sudden reappearance, but was significantly dulled, thanks to the herbs he had fed her. And it did not matter to her. Her own almost overwhelming need for him, to please him, and herself, overrode that pain quickly and her gasps, cries, moans turned to pure pleasure, this accented by the sounds of their bodies coming together, over and over again...

She again climaxed when he did, as his cock pulled free and he actually missed his final thrust, his cock and seed landing on her belly, coating her, as her own body shook, quivered, trembled with her release. She was panting hard, deep breaths as her body, and her mind, came down off the high of yet another orgasm...

"Mine!" he snarled at her, no more than an inch from her face.

Her eyes locked into his. She found strength in his words. Strength to be what she was. A half breed. A mixed blood. Yet.. and this thought came crashing into her mind... Flayer wanted her, needed her, and.... He had NOT left her behind as she had thought. He was still in the area when she escaped. That was the only explanation as to how he had saved her from Knuckles. He had never left. He could not. Had he planned on stealing her? That she did not know, nor did it matter. He had not left her. He had not abandoned her. Lenya found a strength, almost a power, in that knowledge.

She had begged to be his, in so far as to be marked... to feel more of that strength, to drink more from him...

"I have marked you, fuckmeat," he growled. His hips moved, dragging his cock against her pussy... "Here."
One hand reached up and a clawed finger tapped her forehead... "And here. Those are sufficient."

The touch to her forehead. Gods, he had marked her, he had gotten into her head, into her thoughts, her feelings, her essence, her soul.... and deeply carved his possession of her. The thought hit her hard, a lightning strike that jolted through her. Had that mark been embedded that first time? "Look at me" the words that claimed her......

As he pulled himself back and off of her, she never broke her gaze into his eyes. He was right, no one would own her as he did. She had, and would, kill for him. She would die for him. Could any other fuckmeat say that? Other than... Safi?

Safi... Lenya suddenly wondered if her bond to Dart was this same, deep, consuming feeling that she herself was now dealing with. Safi, even though enslaved, had never lost her identity. She was not fuckmeat, she was Safi, Stab-Gut. She was different. Even though Flayer still referred to her as fuckmeat, she wondered, was that just habit? He called her by name, more than once, he saw her as Lenya... His Lenya...

"When we are safer I will add my mark to your flesh, Lenya,"

She simply nodded. She already knew, she did not need his mark to her flesh to prove ownership as she had thought. He had proven, as she would in her actions, that the mark was not needed... wanted perhaps, but not needed...

Flayer lifted slowly to his feet. Lenya, stayed upon the grass, still regaining her strength from the ordeal of their mating. When she did try to get to her feet, the pain again made a comeback. She could stand only for a few moments and walking was out of the question. This was something she had not even considered when she escaped. She guessed it was most likely adrenaline and fear that made her move as fast and far as she had managed, still not far enough, if Flayer had not....... She knew the answer to that. He had saved her. Knuckles surely was going to kill her...

"Master Flayer... Look for Aloevera plants when we travel... I know you will find some when we get further south. The inner sap from the plant will help heal my feet faster"...

She knew, the sooner she could walk, the better. For now, she had to trust him and Runt to take care of her.

Runt...

She looked over at the resting Dorg... "I missed you" ... he merely huffed, with a toothy grin, as if to say .. "of course you did"...

Flayer worked to get the litter set up and secured Lenya upon it. Then, between him and Runt... they got moving. It was clear he had a destination in mind and they made it there just as the sun was beginning to slowly peek over the horizon... Lenya knew they were moving south, back towards Dart's lair, she surmised. Had the news traveled that far yet?

Speaking of the news, word was traveling FAST that Great-Pike had been slaughtered. The word had yet to reach as far south as Dart's yet, or the Human/Elven clans, but the closer Goblin camps had heard. Word that the Harem was on the move was also now beginning to circulate. And within the news/rumors that were beginning to take shape was that a Slave, Fuckmeat, was the Killer..........

 

[Otto26]

They moved slower than Flayer had expected. The litter was less maneuverable than a meat pole, but that wasn't an option. Runt couldn't help carry a meat pole and Lenya wouldn't be able to fight if she was tied up. Which reminded him.

It was nearly sunrise by the time they found a good hollow to lay up in. The litter, suitably covered with moss, made for a good cover to the little space. Lenya wouldn't be able to stretch out, but she could lean back against Runt. And when Flayer got back it would be truly crowded. But that would be hours.

"All you have to do is stay alert," he told Runt.

The dorg glared and sneezed at him.

"Don't give me that, you've got the best nose on the moors," he protested.

The dorg looked over at Lenya and then back at Flayer.

"I'm not going to apologize for fucking her," Flayer said haughtily. "You would have done the same."

Runt growled and looked away.

"Then stick your nose outside every once in a while. You'll be fine. And you get to sleep."

The dorg ignored him.

Flayer shook his head slowly. "Some goblins..." he muttered. He looked at Lenya and pulled her knife out of his belt, setting it on the ground in front of her. "Stop losing that," he snarled in a pro forma fashion. "If there's trouble, be bait so Runt can sneak up on them, and then kill." Her eyes met his and he saw understanding in them and grunted his satisfaction.

***

The cache was well away from Great Pike's lair and well hidden. It was also fairly sizable. They had the food they'd earned on the trip up, plus the food they'd bought at the trading post. He'd anticipated being able sneak Lenya out of the lair, somehow, and make it this far before she was missed. The high point was a good place for observing the terrain around them and a lousy place to hide for any length of time. Which was why he'd planned on doing just that; a few nights of misery up in the wind and, hopefully, rain, was worth it. Lenya was worth it.

He shook that thought off. She was worth it and he would never lose her again and now was not the time to be thinking about carving a sigil into her thigh and licking the blood from her soft skin and.... He growled and settled down to observe for a little while. It took him more than an hour to see what he was looking for because goblins new every inch of this land and could move across it with more stealth than a bug. But large groups always left signs. Large groups in a hurry left bigger signs. So he was able to see the bachelor bands making for Great Pike's lair. Each of them eager to seize the lair and establish themselves. Leaving their territories wide open. Unpatrolled. But not for long. Some of them would size up the situation and decide that they weren't powerful enough to seize the lair, others would see an easier path. And then they would start looking for the fuckmeat. Eager to claim the mantle of having killed Great Pike's assassin. And eager to have half-breed fuckmeat of their own. And they would go...?

He pondered the question for half an hour and then chuckled. They'd go south towards the elf lands. They'd go southeast towards the trading post. The wouldn't go east and then south into the human lands. Not until too late. Which was where he and Runt and Lenya would go; they'd be safe there. Safer. Great Dart traded with them and helped them hunt goblns who raided into their lands. From there they could go back to the lair.

He addressed his attention to the food supplies. He hadn't expected to be carrying all of them. But, needs must. He began the slow descent from the hill, slower overloaded with the food, and back towards the hiding spot. It was going to be cramped with the food. Maybe if he packed the food to one side, then Runt, and he could curl up with Lenya before him. Maybe... Focus! he mentally growled at himself. Dangerous.

 

[Nyte_mare]

Lenya, exhausted, had actually fallen asleep for part of the journey on the litter. Between the escape, Knuckles and then Flayer and their fucking, exhausted was an understatement. It was Runt sneezing, of all things, that woke her up. They had arrived... well, she had no clue where Flayer was going other than South. She knew it was south. But obviously they had gotten to where he wanted to be, just as the sun was laying low and dusk was settling in.

She got herself off the litter and was sitting on the ground massaging her feet when Flayer dropped her dagger in front of her. Knuckles had taken it from her, obviously with the intention of killing her with it. Being slaughtered with your own weapon was especially satisfying for the Killer and especially horrifying for the one on the other end... even she understood that, that was not a purely Goblin thing. Flayer, had taken it from Knuckles. Now, it was hers again...

"Stop losing that," he snarled "If there's trouble, be bait so Runt can sneak up on them, and then kill." Her eyes met his and he saw understanding in them and grunted his satisfaction.

She would NOT allow anyone to take her from Flayer again. SHE would not allow it. Never mind Flayer not allowing it, or Runt for that matter. She would also fight and kill to keep Flayer and Runt safe. They were going to make a formidable team, she realized.

If only I had my bow... the thought crossed her mind. It was well hidden, near the waterfall where Flayer and Red-Claw had first captured her. When they got closer, she would tell Flayer where it was so he could retrieve it...

She would not deny that she was still tired. After a deep drink from the water skin, which she shared with Runt, pouring the water into the Dorg's gaping maw, and popping a few left over grapes from the food sack into her mouth, she was ready to sleep again. Runt quickly and easily caught a rabbit and devoured it pretty much whole. So now that both their bellies were filled, both settled in. Runt facing what would be considered the entrance to the small hollow/den, Lenya curled up next to him. She wished she had some kind of fur covering or something, but then again.. fuckmeat were always left naked for the most part. Was she more than just Fuckmeat? That was not for her to decide... but she would prove herself more than fuckmeat to Flayer.

She relaxed, allowing her fingers to run gently thru the Dorg's fur and hearing him rumble what may have been called a purr of sorts... That made her smile. The herbs were wearing off, and the pain, dulled, was bothersome, but not overly so. It was mostly her feet, which were a bit better and her nipples, where were still very tender and sore and reddened. Flayer's attention to them during their mating did not help. The aloe would though, if he found some.... Her eyes slowly closing as sleep began to overtake her and her thoughts...

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The messenger entered Great-Dart's lair, bearing the news that was quickly flowing south and east and west... Ripper stopped him with a growl, claws on his dagger, fangs bared.

"What news do you bring" he demanded, eyeing the interloper warily.

"I come from the lair of Great-Gash, west and north of here. Great-Pike has been killed. His lair is now up for grabs. His harem has departed, we know not where they are at the moment.. Word is, his slave killed him"

Just the idea of a Fuckmeat killing a Great-Goblin was enough to send a gasp through those that were close enough to hear what the Messenger was saying. Ripper grinned, he had always hated Great-Pike, but the news was troubling. What if other Fuckmeat got the idea to try and kill their Goblin Masters....

"I will relay the information to Great-Dart. You may rest before returning to your lair or continuing your journey. Food, Drink is available in the Den near the stream. Fuckmeat is available for use in the stable at the center."

The Messenger grinned. Just what he needed, food, drink and a good hard fuck. With a nod, he made his way out toward the stable. Fuck first of course, and it was rumored that Great-Dart had a full and healthy stable of fuckmeat....

Ripper, in the meantime, turned to make his way to Great-Dart and Stab-Gut's inner lair to give both of them the news, along with Slash-Throat, who was currently on guard.

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Other Messengers were moving across the lands with the word of what had happened. It had yet to reach the Elven or Human populace though. But soon it would...

Meanwhile, in Great-Pike's lair, his body had been displayed, with the news that his slave, his fuckmeat, had killed him. This did not bode well for the other fuckmeat in the lair, some were slaughtered on the spot in mistrust, what if Great-Pike's fuckmeat had infected their thoughts with the idea to kill them? What if they tried? She had managed to.... Others were restrained harshly with steel chains to keep them in line... All the while, the battle for the lair was beginning.....

And, the hunting party that had set out to find the Killer Fuckmeat, had NOT returned.... This left some Goblins asking if the Killer Fuckmeat had killed them too...

 

[Otto26]

The sun was close to setting by the time Flayer made it back to the hide. Runt greeted him with a growl.

"Oh, shut up," he growled back. "As if you didn't know it was me for the past half hour."

The dorg chuckled.

Flayer slid in, pulling food packs after him.

Runt sniffed at the packages and raised an eyebrow.

"No, you ate Knuckles. This is for Lenya and me."

Runt looked disgusted and then looked outside.

"Not yet, I want to sleep a little and then we'll dash East. Every band on the moors is headed for Great Pike's lair. We'll move East behind them and then go South into the human lands."

The dorg nodded and lowered his muzzle to the ground, closing his eyes.

"Yeah, good idea," Flayer muttered. He settled down, wedging himself in between the dorg and Lenya, pulling the slave against him, hand dropping down to cover her belly. He felt himself stiffening against her as sleep overcame him.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She thought she heard Flayer's voice within the realms of her dreams. Something about Great-Pike's lair and moving south, to the lands occupied by humans. Lenya did not mind humans, although many looked at her with the same foul thoughts that elves had. Many thought her stupid, due to her mixed blood. Others saw her as nothing more than a whore to be used, though none had. The Goblins had been the first..

She shifted slightly when Flayer slipped between her and the warmth of the Dorg, her naked backside shimmying against his groin. It was not meant to entice, it was just her getting comfortable again, although she could feel his hardness awaken once more. She hoped he would let her rest, she desperately needed it, and when she heard his breathing deepen, she knew exhaustion had taken him as well, even though his arousal was apparent.

With a deep, calming sigh, she slipped back into slumber as well, her breathing nearly matching his as his arm tightened a bit around her possessively.

As they slept, word continued to flow south of the killing of Great-Pike. Several other of the Great Goblins, especially the ones with the larger lairs and harems, Great-Gash, Great-Gut, Great-Scourge, Great-DaggerClaw, as well as other smaller lairs, with no harems as of yet, Great-Growler being the most dominant of the smaller lairs, were conferring with their Guards regarding the fact that a slave, a fuckmeat, had carried out the deed. The news was most concerning, albeit, alarming to most of the Goblin Greats. None had ever thought a Fuckmeat, outside of Great-Dart's Slave, could do anything like this. And most considered Stab-Gut/Safi, a goddess for the most part. She was certainly a muse to Great-Dart, Ripper and Slash-Throat. Many thought Ripper and Slash-Throat would have challenged Great-Dart for Safi and his lair, but she seemed to have a spell over them. At least that was how they saw it. Ripper and Slash-Throat were content at the positions they held. Always had been. And neither even bothered with their own Fuckmeat. Safi was all they wanted as well. Was this new Fuckmeat another Safi? Was she a witch of some kind, to have been able to so easily kill a Great-One in his OWN lair????

This was the news that was now being passed along as well. Was Lenya, the Fuckmeat, a witch???

 

[Otto26]

Runt woke him by slapping him in the face with his muzzle. Flayer started, hand reaching for a dagger, but flesh was in the way. Lenya. The dorg chuckled and Flayer knew there wasn't any danger. That being the case... he moved his hand over Lenya, stroking her flesh with his palm and fingers. Her nipples were still swollen from the piercing, and from his... attentions, so he avoided them. Her breasts were firm and soft and her skin smelled good, even within the lingering reek of sex. He admired the chain on her ear and then his hand swept down and over her belly. She shifted then, pressing against his palm, her top leg extending to give him greater access to her cunt.

That would be nice. But it would take more time than they had and more energy than he could spare. Later, he promised himself, knowing that it was a lie. Later he'd be exhausted and... yes, he'd need her to keep watch. Later, but later than he'd like. So be it. He was going to take the rest of her life, time spent ensuring it was a long life was time well spent.

He bit her throat, teeth digging in to the flesh, dimpling it but not piercing it, and gave a mock shake.

"Wake up," he ordered her, rising and pushing the stretcher off the hollow. Runt got up and stretched, yawning hugely before going to relieve himself a short distance away. Flayer came over and pissed on top of the dorg's puddle. Runt huffed in disgust and walked away.

"That's right. Who's the big dog?" Flayer taunted him, but Runt ignored him. When he was finished he returned and began putting everything together. Runt came over to be hooked up and then Flayer loaded Lenya in with food bundles going in around her and then the bow on top. The stretcher was considerably heavier than before when he picked it up. But it was what it was. He stepped off.

Runt barked quietyly behind him.

"No, because you don't know how to navigate by the stars. If we were navigating by scent then you'd be in front and I'd be in back," Flayer explained.

Runt whined.

"If we're attacked then we drop the stretcher. Lenya will shoot people while you and I get out of it. And, so help me, Lenya, if you throw your dagger away again I'll spank you until you have to lie face down on the stretcher and Runt can stare at your ass for the rest of the trip," he promised.

He picked up the pace.

***

They stopped to pee a few times during the first night. After that neither Flayer or Runt had any need to stop so they didn't. They moved at a trot most of the time, slowing to a walk as needed. Flayer kept them to the low ground to avoid observation and their progress during the day was slower as he and Runt kept turning their eyes skyward. Neither of them wanted to be eagle food but they had to keep moving, and quickly. The second night was painful. Flayer couldn't feel his hands or his wrists anymore. If they were attacked he was going to have to attack with his teeth. The makeshift straps that kept his hands attached to the stretcher were working well, but they had rubbed his wrists bloody and his shoulders were on fire. The rain that started after midnight did nothing to quench that fire despite making his skin feel like ice.

It was nearly dawn when they finally found an acceptable stopping place. A dip in the ground hiding a large, fractured boulder. An overhang made a dry space and there was a small stream about a mile away, not that they'd need it if the rain kept up.

"Good," said. It was pretty much all he was capable of saying. He gingerly undid the straps, gratefully accepting Lenya's assistance, and then walked over to the overhang where Runt was already curled up. He sat down, leaning back agains the dorg, and lifted his arm, vaugely pointing at the stretcher and the surroundings, trying to give Lenya instruction. His eyes closed, his arm dropping to his side as the rain pattered down around them.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya herself did NOT like feeling as helpless as she did. But she knew, even though her feet were getting better, slowly, she would not be able to walk far distances yet, or walk with any kind of speed.

"If we're attacked then we drop the stretcher. Lenya will shoot people while you and I get out of it. And, so help me, Lenya, if you throw your dagger away again I'll spank you until you have to lie face down on the stretcher and Runt can stare at your ass for the rest of the trip"

She looked at him when he said that. There was no way she was going to loose her dagger again. If she indeed did throw it to kill, which she was damned good at, she would retrieve it immediately, that simple. She was about to say that to Flayer, but chose to nod and answer with a "I understand" instead. Feeling as vulnerable as she did right now, she was not up for a verbal spar with Flayer. Right now, her life was held in his hands, at least until she could sufficiently move again and take care of herself. Perhaps even then, her life would still be in his hands, but at least she'd have some kind of say at that point. Being as dependent as she was on Flayer and Runt right now was not something she was comfortable with.

What she did do, as they moved along, was watch for the Aloe plants she knew would aid in the healing of her feet. They had plenty of food, so she did not point out any of the edible plants that she saw along the way...

He pushed their travels, he pushed himself. It was clear he wanted as far away from Great-Pike's lair as he could get. Were they hunting her? Or where they too involved in the battle of wills, strength, dominance that was going on to claim his lair to hunt her...?? Would they hunt her once that was decided?

Once they finally stopped, Lenya got to her feet, standing for a few moments. The pain was not nearly what it was. But her feet were still very tender. Lenya helped Flayer, noting that his wrists had been rubbed raw, and that he was favoring his shoulder. The Aloe would help with that as well, and she was determined to find some. Sitting under the overhang, hearing Runt's steady slumbering breathing, she tried to remember what her mother had told her about Aloe and where it could be found.

Her mother had told her... Aloe plants are mostly inhabitants of arid climates, meaning the deserts to the far south and west. However, they can also grow in subtropical summer rainfall and winter rainfall regions, which is where we live here in the south. It can grow along waterways, and grasslands, depending on the species of Aloe, but all provide the inner sap that can be used for healing...

Waterways, perhaps there was Aloevera plants growing along the stream, but that was a mile away, too far to go alone...

Her mother was a pretty skilled healer, and knew alot about herbs and plants. Thank the gods she had taught Lenya as much as she could. Lenya did not have her skill, but she was talented enough to be able to take care of some of the more basic sicknesses and injuries.

"The Willow tree bark aspirin will help your shoulder... " She did not want him ignoring his own pain or injuries because of hers. It would have been better if they could have started a fire, but the rain prevented that. But mixing the ground up bark into water would suffice. While Flayer secured the food, she used the handle of her dagger to ground up some of the bark into a really fine powder and mix with fresh water in the water skin.. after shaking it hard to make sure it was mixed, she offered it to Flayer... "For the pain in your shoulder" she explained quietly, he had seen her grinding the bark and accepted the drink. She too took a long swig of the mixed bark aspirin and water ...

"Once the sun is up and the rain stops, I will check for Aloe along the shoreline by the stream" She'd crawl there if she had to. But she was hoping she could ride Runt there and then search, it would be quicker and easier. Runt was sleeping right now, so she would have to ask him later.

When she looked over at Flayer, he had fallen asleep. He was exhausted. She, given that she had been carried for this journey, was awake. So she took it upon her herself, and took watch, curling her legs under her as she sat just under the overhang, both Flayer and Runt now asleep behind her.

The dull grey light crept in as she sat, thinking about everything that had happened. Everything could have happened so differently. She could be dead now, if Flayer had not been in the right place at the right time, and again she looked back at him, knowing what she owed him for killing Knuckles so easily... Taking a nearby stone, she carefully sharpened her dagger. It was not dull by any means, but now it shone with a nice, wicked gleam. The rain fell for the next couple of hours, seeming to finally let up at what Lenya surmised to be noon time or so, by the angle of the light she could see, grey and cloud hidden as it was. She had been massaging her feet for a bit of time, and finally got back up again, her feet protesting, but not as badly.

The stream was too far away to make it to right now, so Lenya took a look around the area they were in. She dared to walk a bit, letting her feet slowly acclimate to being used again. It was then she got the thought that, perhaps if Runt hunted and caught a couple of the rabbits she was seeing in the area, and they were everywhere, she could skin them, wash the skin and make very comfortable feet coverings for herself. That way, Flayer and Runt would not have to carry her anymore. She would have to approach Flayer and Runt with that idea when they woke up.

For now... she would let them sleep. Now that the rain had stopped, she found a comfortable spot under a nearby tree, up on large flat rock that had rolled and settled there, to keep watch, she could see further from that vantage point... The sun had not appeared from behind the clouds yet.. But the day was brightening...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya estimated it had been several hours since she had been on watch. She did manage to move around a bit, trying to get her feet back into walking shape, but it would be another couple of days at least, unless she got the rabbit skins. And the Aloe, if possible.

All was quiet. She did hear voices at one point, but they were distant, carried on the breeze. And they faded quickly. She was not sure of human or Goblin or Elven, it was hard to tell from the distance. She did not think it was Elven, elven voices tended to be very smooth and almost musical and the snippets she caught was more guttural. Goblins was her thought. Hunting her? Heading to Great-Pike's? Would Goblins travel during the day? Well, there was no sun and if they were in a hurry to get to Great-Pike's lair, or hunting her, moving during the day may not be unheard of... If they had come closer, she would have sounded the alarm, but instead the voices faded into the vast distance...

With a deep yawn, she decided it was time to wake Flayer. The sun, well, she could not see the sun, the clouds were still thick and heavy, but she could tell the light was dimming a bit and she was unsure what his plans were. And she wanted to sleep at least a little before he got them moving again. So, she made her way the short distance back to the den that he and Runt were sleeping in.

Runt huffed softly when she crawled in, but knew it was her scent and did not move, he did not even open his eyes. Flayer, in his exhaustion, was still asleep. She watched him breathe for a few minutes, taking deep measured breaths. She could hear him in her memory then, his grunts as he was taking her, his heated breath on her skin, her breasts, her throat... and it was that thought that drew her to crawl over to where he lay...

What better way to wake him up, she thought to herself, and with a soft, heated breath of her own over his currently flaccid member, she began stroking him. Her soft palm working slowly along his cock, which quickly began to wake up on it's own, even before he did. As he began to harden, his arousal moving through him, she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth with a low groan, which vibrated around his shaft, she taking the length fully into the warm, and very wet, embrace, her velvet soft tongue massaging the surface, as she began suckling gently. She heard his gasp as his eyes shot open.... felt his cock stiffen completely as she lifted her eyes to look at him, her lips still tightly wrapped around him.....

 

[Otto26]

Something was touching him! His hand moved to his dagger before his eyes opened and then the sensation refined itself in his mind and saw Lenya and was able to put the sensory input together. His pulse pounded and his chest rapidly rose and fell as his body pumped oxygen into him, fuel for the fight. But there was no fight.

Her eyes met his and he was, again, pulled into them. He saw lust in her eyes, amusement, and that smiling submission he was plotting to take, laid before him like a gift. Had he ordered her to do this? His mind tried to reconstruct the last few hours of the walk. He'd kept himself going with the self promise that when they reached a safe place he was going to take his pleasure in her. He'd conjured extravagant visions of her squirming, moaning flesh satisfying his every desire. Had he ordered her to this point? He couldn't remember. But... he didn't think so.

Which meant she had done this on her own. She had chosen this. Because...? Her eyes answered him and he found the answers bewildering but very, VERY, satisfying. The growl that had been building in his chest, uncertain of what form it would finally take, became a rumble of pleasure and deep satisfaction. Her braid was loosening and he reached down with a claw to brush a long strand out her eyes. If his eyes were as expressive as hers then she would have no doubt about his pleasure, his approval, his lust. He accepted her gift and would take it, take all of it, all of her.

She moved her lips and tongue on him, head bobbing, and he groaned quietly. Not quietly enough for Runt, who huffed in frustration.

"Quiet, you," Flayer ordered, "Lenya's working."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya felt his claw brush back that strand, felt his gaze as his eyes delved into hers. But even as his searched hers for what she was feeling, hers searched his just as deeply. Goblin's eyes were not usually all that expressive, that she saw. Most of the time all she could see in other Goblin's eyes were the need to fuck, fight and feed. That was about it. Lust, Battle, and Food... Pretty basic, primal urges of course.

In Flayer's, she saw all 3 of those, but mingled with Intelligence, Cunning, A deep seated will to survive on his own terms, and even... maybe... the smallest hint of.. compassion? She had felt that when he laid the cool compress on her inflamed nipples, she had felt that when he built the stretcher to carry her because of her feet. Other's would have either simply killed her, or made her crawl.

And Lenya smiled around his cock, letting her lips loosen for a moment only, before she went back to pleasing him, swallowing the now fully hard, thick, turgid cock into the back of her throat. Her tongue curled around the shaft as she sucked, her head moving down and up again as his cock was worked in and out of her wet, heated, hungry mouth. She let her voice moan softly around his length, the sound vibrating sensually around him, embracing him in yet another sensation that coupled with the tight, heated, velvet soft, and soaking wet, sensations that were flooding over his cock and even now, dripping down the surface to tickle over his balls.

Lenya's hand stroked as her lips did, her other hand cupping those balls of his and squeezing gently... She could feel his body shuddering slightly, could hear his growls of pleasure, of satisfaction, of pure enjoyment, and when she lifted her eyes again, having closed them briefly as her own pleasure took hold of her, she could see his reaction, she could see what she thought was... passion... more than just animal lust... in his eyes... in his face....

Her own body was beginning to wake up, and she could feel that sensual heat that began to slicken between her legs.

Flayer had lain back for a moment as he enjoyed Lenya's attentions, and she took that opportunity to shift her position. Letting his cock slip free of her mouth, for only a moment, Lenya moved to straddle over Flayer, so that her slick, tender, pussy was offered, willingly, to his mouth as she once more engulfed his cock within her own. It was a position that perhaps not many Goblins even thought of? It was one she knew that Humans used often, she was not sure about Elves. She had seen it only a couple of times, again with humans, when they did not know she was near and had been enjoying themselves. All she knew was that, at this moment, she wanted to feel Flayer, whether it was his cock, tongue or claws, she wanted, needed, to feel him and this was what had appeared in her mind. She did not want to stop tasting him, so why not allow him to taste her too....

Her pussy was heated, dripping, the folds pinkened and soft, beckoning him with the warmth and the scent of her own arousal, her own need, let alone the begging sound of her moans again purring and caressing around his cock.....

 

[Otto26]

Flayer was shocked as Lenya moved, his growl of protest as she let his cock fall from her mouth turning into a grunt of surprise as she presented her cunt to him and again took him into her mouth. The scent of her brought an involuntary, hungry smile to his face. He did love the smell of her arousal. And the sound of her moans. They sounded, plaintive. That broadened his smile. Lenya begging for his attention? To be taken and used? Oooh, yes, he growled in pleasure.

Her beautiful pussy hung there before him and thought he might understand the way the Elves and some of the Humans thought about art. He could stare at that all day. But he could also touch it, and he did, sliding the tips of a claw along and between the folds, watching the way it indented her flesh. Watching the way her body reacted; trembling. He slid a finger slowly inside her, watching her freeze for a moment. The tip of his finger curled back, remembering that sensitive spot, searching for it. She shuddered and he stopped, then circled the spot. Slowly. A change in the timber of her moans told him he'd found it. He stroked carefully for a minute, watching the moisture accumulate on his finger and her folds, deeply appreciating the way those folds clung greedily to his finger. His thumb reached forward and slid through those folds, staying outside. When her body jumped again he growled in appreciation and began to work her in earnest, finger stroking while his thumb rested against her swollen nub.

His breathing quickened as her tongue moved against him, back and forth with her lips, her breasts pressing down against his belly, the rings in her nipples hard, the chain dragging against him. Her moans intermingled with the wet noises coming from her mouth and her pussy, and he was growling, tongue lapping slowly, roughly at her thighs, tasting her sweet nectar. He latched his teeth onto her inner thigh for a moment to remind her that she belonged to a goblin and then released her, licking her other thigh.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She felt that slight sharpness as he began to explore her again with the tips of his claws. Yet, he never hurt her. His touch was... gentle... for a Goblin... yet more proof that Flayer was different. That thought came and went pretty quickly as she drew in a breath around his cock and held it as her body quivered to his touch. She felt a sudden surge of heat flow through her, from where he pushed his clawed finger within her to the very ends of every nerve...

Her moans stopped around his cock, as her body tensed, tightened, her arousal grasping hold of her and threatening to explode nearly immediately... yet she managed to keep control and concentrate on his thick length in her mouth...

As Flayer worked her with his fingers, ever careful with his claws, she in turn, worked his cock in and out of her soaking wet mouth, sucking hard and deep as she drew him into the back of her throat. Her body began to rock to this motions, swaying in rhythm to his stroking, her lips dancing over his cock head and shaft in that same rhythm... she was again moaning around him, gasping as she pulled hard along the surface of his cock, her lips caressing, massaging, seeking to feed from him if possible. Her own sex now flowing with her succulent juices, slick, heated, sweet, soaking his clawed fingers and hand...

Lenya felt her climax approaching, she felt her body tensing once again, as if preparing to let loose like a taut bowstring, the sensation racing through her, a deep vibration of pleasure, even the hint of pain, the excitement he was causing her so intense, that the line between the two, pleasure and pain, was becoming blurred. All she knew was she needed release, needed to feel that explosion, that would grip her and shake her and make her scream...

And scream she did... she lifted her head, as her pussy clamped around his fingers, pulsing, grasping, holding... the tremor of her orgasm wrapping around her and savagely shaking her, the pleasure, the rapture, that her body felt as it finally careened into that flood of passion, that apex of complete and utter euphoria that warmed her, that claimed her... and as she came, the flow of her passion, her essence, spilling from her sex... she locked her mouth around his cock once more, letting him feel as well as hear and see, her reaction to what he was doing to her... and when she felt his fangs rake along the flesh of her thigh, she cried out around his cock... one word.... "YOURS"....

One word she had yet to say to him, or any of the others. That one word that told of her submission and surrender to him.. that she understood who and what he was to her.

 

[Otto26]

He found himself so completely absorbed in her. Her mouth was hot on him, her lips teased and caressed, her tongue worshiped every inch of his stiff flesh. He could feel her saliva dripping down onto his balls. She was paradise. And yet, he was fascinated by the way her body... reacted. He had a sense of control that was intoxicating, that floated him in the sea of pleasure that she was. A stroke here, a caress there, the rasp of his tongue along her thigh. She danced to his touch and he gloried in her.

Her scream was sweeter than any scream he'd ever heard and it washed through him like a wave. His head swam. He felt the coolness on his cock and drew a hand back to slap her ass and remind her who served who, but then she dived down onto his flesh again, pulling it all the way back into her throat. Her next moan was louder, different, maybe a word? But all he felt was the way the sound vibrated on his flesh and the way her body moved for him. It was enough to push him over the edge. He fell hard, body pumping into her, the wave in him washing into her, again, and again, and again. He growled and pulled her cunt down onto his face, licking hard, savoring the taste of her. His tongue lapped at her folds, pushed into her hot depths and twisted.

"Sweet," he growled against her, and then pushed her off. A hand reached down to grasp her braid and pull her off his cock, up to where he could see her wet, panting face, could look into her eyes. He growled again, a sound full of lust, satisfaction, and affection. "You're good fuckmeat, Lenya. Outstanding," he told her. "That was a very good way to wake up."

Runt huffed.

"I don't care," Flayer told him, "I *like* Lenya screaming."

He grinned at her. "I like you dancing for me. And you're going to do it again."

He took a deep breath and pulled her on top of him, his cock pressing against the crack of her ass. "Dance for me, Lenya. Dance on my flesh," he ordered, laying back to watch her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

He flooded her throat with his... pleasure... thick reams of his seed jetting from the depths of his balls. She worked to swallow, but would never be able to take it all. Goblin semen was overflowing, and she finally pulled back, swallowing what she could, warm strands of his satisfaction dripping from her lips. She was gasping, her own climax still shaking through her body as she fed Flayer her own lust filled cum.. Not nearly as much as he expelled, but she felt him drinking from her, lapping at her quivering, tender folds, her sweetness coating his lips, tongue...

"Sweet," he growled against her, and then pushed her off. A hand reached down to grasp her braid and pull her off his cock, up to where he could see her wet, panting face, could look into her eyes. He growled again, a sound full of lust, satisfaction, and affection. "You're good fuckmeat, Lenya. Outstanding. That was a very good way to wake up."

That was an unexpected compliment. But then again, she would need to learn to expect the unexpected from Flayer...

"Thank you... Master Flayer" she managed to whisper as she ran her soft tongue over her soaking lips, still tasting his seed...

This made Runt huff in annoyance. It was obvious he either wanted to sleep more, or wanted a female of his own for mating. She had to wonder what Runt did in that, regard. Runt apparently "heard" that snippet of a thought and chuckled wickedly... to which Flayer responded...

"I *like* Lenya screaming."

He grinned at her. "I like you dancing for me. And you're going to do it again."

He took a deep breath and pulled her on top of him, his cock pressing against the crack of her ass.

"Dance for me, Lenya. Dance on my flesh," he ordered, laying back to watch her.

For a brief minute, that one moment, that horrifying memory of what Great-Pike did to her came racing into her brain. She froze.. Flayer would NOT do that to her, right?? He would not. She had to believe that he would not put her through that kind of pain, and in her near panic, she dove into his mind, and saw that was NOT what he wanted. He wanted her to ride him, dance upon him, with her sex, not her ass. It was merely the position was all. Lenya did not probe deeper into his thoughts. She did not want to. It was not something she wanted or needed to do. She did not see this new found ability, as a way to exert power. She had not even realized she could do it. It was not really reading thoughts, more than it was tapping into emotions. The weaker the mind, the easier to do it. Flayer, was NOT weak minded, she knew that. It was the fact that his emotions were so near to the surface at this particular moment, never mind the fact that there was a bond between them, that was growing stronger...

He wanted her to dance, she would dance, a dance ONLY for him...

He was already hard again. His cock standing at attention, pressed against her ass, waiting for her to move.. and move she did. Lenya met his gaze, once again gliding her tongue over her pink, tender lips, lips that still tasted of him.. Her eyes caught within his as she lifted her lithe, sleek form. In her mind, a soft melody began to sing to her.. music from when she was younger... Her mother had always loved music..

As the melody sang in her mind, she smiled down at Flayer, a genuine smile, from the depths of her soul. It even surprised her how grateful she was to be back with Flayer, and away from the horror that had been Great-Pike and Knuckles....

Her body began to move, as she lifted slightly, the warmth of her sex now touching, caressing, along his length to his cockhead.. Arching her back a bit, she rocked, slick wetness dripping down his length even before she impaled herself upon him. Lenya then reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around his turgid shaft and slowly, gently, guided him to the tightness that was the entrance to her sex, she lowering as his hips followed her lead and his cock pushed upwards and within her...pussy lips grasping, wrapping around the surface of his cock, heated, velvet soft, yet tight as a vice that pulsed around his length.

Lenya began to move, not just move, she began to dance upon his cock. As the music wound within her mind, she let her body sway to that melody, that tune. Her hips rocked, swayed, lifting and sliding back down his shaft... Lenya let her eyes close then as she arched back, her own fingers winding up her undulating form, touching her moist skin, tickling along her belly, caressing, palming her own breasts, with a hushed gasp at the slight pain from her still tender nipples, the chain that hung between sounding the slightest jingle as she moved... her hands paused at her breasts, she letting herself feel the softness, the weight, before moving upwards, along her bared throat, Flayer having removed the steel collar that Great-Pike had adorned her with, with him, with Flayer, no collar was needed... her fingertips gliding along the curve of her throat, feeling the life's pulse of blood and her beating heart beneath... ending as her fingers roam into and thru the strands of her golden hair that had come lose from the braid... and still she danced on his cock, moving up and and down, the walls of her pussy gripping, throbbing, against him...

She let her head fall back, her cries lifting into the small den... as her fingers left the free'd strands of her hair and lay to her cheeks, one finger pushing into her own mouth as her head came forward, she suckling with her own lips as her pussy almost seemingly suckled his cock...

Her breathing was deepening as she shifted forward then, laying her hands to his chest, tracing her now wet finger across his skin... before she lowered further, her mouth seeking his in a deep, tongue entwining kiss, her cries silencing into a purring moan as her and his tongues curled, coiled around and over each other's, slipping from his mouth to hers and back to his.

Still her hips and body rocked, now more urgently as she rode him, danced upon him, the sound of his cock wetly thrusting deep into her sex intensifying.. Lenya knew her orgasm was fast approaching, and when it hit, when the climax came racing, shaking, shuddering through her, she fed her scream of pleasure, lust, and need into his mouth as she bit into his lower lip, before finally pulling back, her tongue pulling free of his, her keening cry of lust, of desire escaping her quivering lips with a harsh gasp...

Her pussy clamping around his cock, clutching him deeply in the depths of her, spilling out her heated, slick fluids around him, searing hot, the walls spasming wildly as her wanton need rode her to yet another orgasm, that shook through her, she collapsing, shuddering, trembling, upon his chest as her sex convulsed once more around him.....

 

[Otto26]

Flayer marveled. As Lenya danced upon him, her skin sweaty and flushed, her eyes wild, her lips, both sets, greedy hungry, he marveled. She felt amazing. She looked indescribably desirable. And neither of those things could explain or describe what he was feeling. The height of pleasure for a goblin was to erupt into a female. Those moments of pure ecstasy where you might create a moment of immortality, extending your life through offspring, were what drove every moment of goblin existence. And he’d found something better.

Lenya. Wild with desire that she gave to him. Completely gave to him. She held nothing back. Not of her body or her soul. Anything he wanted he only had to say and she would give it to him. He had utterly taken her.

And when she collapsed upon him, cunt squeezing, gasping for breath as her body shook uncontrollably, he held her, one hand squeezing her ass, another knotted in her hair. He held her like fuckmeat. He held her like a lover. Until her body slowly came back under her control and her breasts pressed against him with each deep breath she took. He growled contentedly, almost a purr that rumbled in his chest.

“Good girl, Lenya,” he whispered in her ear and held her against him, still impaled upon his stiff flesh.

Runt whuffed.

“In a little bit,” Flayer answered. “Lenya can sleep in the stretcher. I’ll finish with her and then we can get going.”

The dorg whuffed again and crawled out of the hide.

Flayer moved carefully, rolling them over so that he was laying atop her. He grinned hungrily as her legs spread again to let him go deeper in her, as her body begged him to be deeper in her. He moved slowly, savoring the feel of her, the way her lips parted and her body adjusted slightly. He looked into her bright, tired, eyes and took her, again. He would always take her again; their bodies wetly joined.

In and out, slow and steady, treasuring the way her cunt clung to him, the way her breasts moved beneath him. The roll of her hips. The beating of her heart at her throat. Slowly. He could feel himself building to a climax. Not a wild, needy climax, but a deep climax. The kind of orgasm that threatened denhar. He smiled again and stroked. Stroked. And she whimpered beneath him as he used her and he found, again, that marvel that she was and came into her, slow, strong convulsions that pumped into her for a long minute until he was empty.

He reached down with his teeth and affectionately bit her throat, giving that tiny shake he enjoyed so much, and then pulled back from her, withdrawing. A long strand of semen trailed from his cock to her cunt, connecting them. He found it oddly… poetic.

“Quick clean, Lenya, and then you can sleep in the stretcher. One more day of pushing and then we’ll be able to move more slowly. Maybe even get you walking again. How do your feet feel?”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Good girl, Lenya,”

Those 3 words, growled, whispered, had as deep an effect on her as "Look at me" had back in Dart's lair. Goblins cared not if the fuckmeat "looked" at them. Goblins cared not about fuckmeat being a "good girl".. All females had cunts for use. All females could be mounted and fucked. Mattered not if good or bad for the most part. Some, who owned private fuckmeat, may care some if the girl, the cunt, the fuckmeat was good. But for the most part, it meant nothing...

Except to Flayer and Lenya... to both of them, those 3 words meant so much. Different meanings of course, but meaning none the less.

She was barely able to move, the climax had been so intense, and he allowed her to slowly relax, to descend from that screaming high that had shaken so viciously through her. She felt his own breathing, heard and could feel his vibrating growl of a purr. If any had looked upon them, they looked more like lovers, embracing, then a slave and Master having fucked.

A low whimpering moan of her own rippled past her lips when he turned her to her back, and despite having orgasmed so intensely, her body begged for him again, legs spread, hips lifting slightly, back arching a bit in her need for him. Her eyes were lidded, yet opened to his gaze, allowing him to delve within. So much could be seen in the eyes, in her eyes. She could not hide what she felt, that she wanted him, that there was something in the way he treated her, took her, even fucked her, that she craved, hungered for.

His slow movements of his hips, the push of his length into the welcoming grasp of her pussy took her to another level of pleasure. This was more pleasure inside, a warmth that spread through her. He was enjoying her yes, using her, yet he was doing so in a manner that allowed her pleasure, desire, heat, lust as well. He wanted her to feel the same passion, the same hunger, the same deep desire that he was feeling. The same... need... that all consuming need....

Her moans, whimpers, cries, quieter now, came with the harsher deep breaths that were pushed from her with each thrust of his cock. She could feel every stroke, every vein, the swell of his cockhead, tight within the grip of her body, of her pussy, the walls molding around him, and when he came, when his climax spilled forth, she felt every spasm as his cock convulsed and jetted his seed, thick, searing hot, into her, coating her sex, filling her to overflowing so that when he finally pulled back, his cum overflowed... Lenya answered his climax with yet another of her own, this one muted, almost subdued, yet her body shook and her own fluids mixed with his...

Her eyes had closed, but blinked quickly open at the gentle, almost loving, rake of his fangs to her throat, grasping lightly and shaking. She actually LIKED the feeling, and hoped he would NOT collar her and leave her throat bare for his fangs and tongue. "Yours... Master Flayer" she again whispered, more to herself than him, but loud enough...

“Quick clean, Lenya, and then you can sleep in the stretcher. One more day of pushing and then we’ll be able to move more slowly. Maybe even get you walking again. How do your feet feel?”

Lenya swallowed hard, as she sat up, the world still swimming a bit around her as she struggled to focus after such an intense fucking with Flayer.

"Feel... Feet feel.... Better... a little better... I should be able to walk if Runt can catch a couple of rabbits. The rabbit skins, once cleaned, would work perfect to allow me to walk and allow my feet to heal." She wanted to walk, she hated being carried, whether on a slave pole or the stretcher. She was more than grateful that Flayer was as different as he was and was not tying her to a slave pole to be carried by him and Runt....

She crawled out of the small den and into the waning light. The sun had gone down and it looked as if the rain had passed and the clouds broken up. She could see the moon beginning it's ascent into the night sky. It was still pretty cool out, but as they headed south, it would be warmer. And as the ground dried, she hoped it would be warmer as well..

Sitting in the grass, the stream was still more than a mile away and she dared not try that right now with her feet still tender, she used the water skin and wet her hands and quickly cleaned herself, letting her wet fingers and some extra water wash away most of the fluids still clinging to her pussy and inner thighs. Glancing up, she noted that Flayer was watching her intently, as her fingers worked along the soft folds of her sex... and she smiled.... "Haven't you had enough?" she playfully teased as she finished and sealed up the water skin.....

 

[Otto26]

"Never," he replied, seriously. "I will use you and use you until I find a way to have every last bit of your being moaning beneath me," he promised. He tossed the slippers he'd made for her, saved from when she'd been stripped at the trading post, to her.

"Keep those with you in case you need them, but don't wear them in the stretcher, the air will help your feet heal," he ordered.

Runt came over and sat down next to him. Flayer reached over to rub behind his ear and the dorg cocked his head to one side, tongue lolling from his mouth. "Good timing. Let's get you hooked up."

The dorg whined and looked displeased.

Flayer gestured at Lenya. "Her feet are hurt."

Runt rolled his eyes and then whuffed.

"No, she's not going to ride my cock home. Quit making jokes; if we get to a good stopping place early then we can rest and go slower."

Runt walked over to the stretcher and Flayer hooked him up. Then he picked up his end and adjusted the straps across his shoulders.

"In, Lenya," he ordered.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lenya had no more than climbed into the litter then she fell asleep. She was exhausted, physically more than anything. Having been up most of the "night/day" and then being with Flayer, yes, she was more than tired. She was so tired in fact that she did not even dream, which was unusual for her.

When she finally awakened, they were still moving. She was not entirely sure what time it was, but could see that the moon had moved across the sky and was close to setting.

She could sense Runt, he was thinking about mating a dire wolf perhaps, as soon as he could find a female.

Would there be Dire Wolf Females at Dart's lair? Is that where they were heading? She was not all that sure, the direction seemed off to her. They were not on the trail they had taken to the trading post, that was for sure. It was clear the Flayer was keeping them off the beaten path. That explained why he was so concerned about giant eagles. She had heard him mention the giant predators and she knew, when she focused her gaze, they were near the mountains where the big birds lived.

The Elves steered clear of the area, but she knew humans lived here. There were several smaller human settlements that had been established near the mountains. It was rumored that the Giant Eagles did not favor human meat, but she had never been sure if that were true or not. There were other rumors that the humans had weapons that could kill the huge birds. Again she was not sure if that were true... She herself had only seen a one once, far in the distance...

"Master Flayer? Where are we going? Are we heading back to Great-Dart's lair?"

Would Great-Dart want to punish her for killing another Great-Goblin? She didn't think so. In fact, he knew what her plan had been. He sent her anyway instead of punishing her just for the idea of killing a Goblin. But what she did not know was, had Dart expected Flayer to end up with her again? Or would he want her instead? What if he, Dart, decided he wanted Lenya as well as having Safi? She had proven she was different than most. Proven she was... dangerous....

She shook her head to rid her mind of all her questions and speculations.

Flayer was about to answer her when Runt whuffed and Flayer raised his hand to silence Lenya and the Dorg. There were voices, and those voices were approaching. Runt, Flayer with Lenya still in the litter, retreated into the darker shadows of the underbrush, careful to stay as quiet as they could.

It was a group of Goblins, looking like nomads, without a lair. There were 5 of them, and they were chattering loudly. It was obvious they were not hunting, and in fact were moving rather fast, as if in a hurry to get somewhere. "We need to get to Pike's lair, see if we can catch on there in the confusion" one uttered. Another adding "I heard there are several vying for leadership, I think one is Swifty, remember him? He tried to take Growler's lair and Growler sent him scurrying off." "Swifty is a vicious son of a bitch"... "Let's hurry. Maybe, if we can't stay, we can steal a couple of their fuckmeat. I heard they are scared now of their slaves. Some of them are. A slave killed Pike, that's what I heard. Ripped his face right off"....

The voices faded as the group passed where Flayer and Runt and Lenya hid. If they had been paying attention, they may have scented them, scented Lenya at least. But their attention was focused elsewhere. Flayer had his hand resting on his dagger and Runt had been baring his fangs. Even if they had been discovered, there was a good chance all 5 would have been dead... Lenya could feel Flayer's rage and anxiety at just the thought of another taking her again. She could even feel that in Runt... to some degree... and the idea of being with anyone else, Goblin or otherwise, did not sit well with Lenya either. She felt... strangely safe... with Flayer and Runt...

They stayed quiet for another 10 minutes or so before finally moving on... The moon had set, and the sun was just about to peek up over the horizon...

"Flayer, they were headed to Pike's. What is going to happen there now that Great-Pike is dead?"

 

[Otto26]

Flayer looked off after the group, too poor to even have a single worg, and wished them ill. Not that he needed to; some goblins were too stupid to know how bad off they were.

"No way to know," he replied to Lenya's question. "When a Great One dies everyone tries to pick a successor. It would be quiet at first as everyone picks sides. Someone weak usually tries to seize control first. If the harem throws their support behind a candidate then that goblin usually wins, but not always. That's when the violence starts. Then the wandering bands arrive like vultures and try to seize control, lend their power to a faction, or just loot the lair. If it doesn't end quickly then the fighting will go on for a while."

He swatted at a bug on his arm.

"Great Pike killed most of the good candidates. Knuckles was the last with any real standing. I'm guessing the harem fled and the lair is being torn apart. Emptied these spaces," he gestured at the land around them, "of most goblins. The elves should be happy about that," he looked at her. "Humans too, probably. Great Dart will be smiling. Pike had been complaining and making noises about going South to show Great Dart what real goblins were like. Every Great One from here to the mountains will be careful when Great Dart's name is in their mouths. He reached out from his lair and sold Great Pike his own assassin." Flayer paused.

"I'm not taking you anywhere near your elves, you understand? You set out to kill Great Pike and you did. It was a crazy plan. A stupid plan. But you made it work. And I respect that. Goblins will sing about that around fires. But now you're mine and I'm keeping you. Which means going back to Great Dart's lair. Goblins can't survive on our own. Always a group. So we go back and we get the protection of the lair."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"But now you're mine and I'm keeping you. Which means going back to Great Dart's lair. Goblins can't survive on our own. Always a group. So we go back and we get the protection of the lair."

Lenya said nothing at first. Was this what she wanted? Did she even have a choice? Or had she given up that choice when she came up with her plan. She had never counted on being captured by one as cunning as Flayer was, or different. Or him making her feel, the way he did when he fucked her. She had been a virgin, yes, but the only one she had climaxed with had been Flayer, not with Red-Claw and not with Great-Pike, or the Toothy One, or any of the others that had taken their pleasure with her. Only Flayer...

But then another thought invaded her mind...

"Dart did not let you keep me when you captured me. What makes you think he will now? Did I not hear something about there needing to be 3 for a fuckmeat to be properly held?"

She did not quite understand that "Trio" mentality, when it came to keeping a fuckmeat to oneself. She knew Dart had Ripper and Slash. And she had seen others, while in Dart's lair for that short time, that had their own fuckmeat on a leash, and there were always 3. And she had heard the talk in the lair, when the first girl had gone before Dart. He allowed her to be claimed by the Goblins that had caught her, because there were 3 of them...

Lenya assumed, going back to Dart's lair meant living under Dart's rules. But she wondered, if a Great One wanted another Goblin's fuckmeat, could he just lay claim to that fuckmeat? Goblin culture still confused her to some degree, that was for sure. But what she did know, and understand was, she did not want to be with another Goblin. She wanted to stay with Flayer. She still did not quite understand why, but she did.

 

[Otto26]

"Dart did not let you keep me when you captured me. What makes you think he will now? Did I not hear something about there needing to be 3 for a fuckmeat to be properly held?" Lenya asked.

Flayer nodded agreement. "Two to fuck, one to keep watch," he repeated. "But this isn't exactly the same as the first time you were taken. I wasn't enforcing the law of the lair this time. I captured you in the goblin lands. That makes you my property, not Great Dart's. So I should be able to keep you. Unless he chooses to insist on three." He looked pensive. "We'd have to leave the lair then. Maybe go to the human lands. They are growing used to the goblins of Great Dart. They trade with goblins and don't always attack them on sight. We might be able to survive there."

The thought made him uneasy. The three of them alone in the goblin lands would be hunted down. Every band that heard of them would come looking to kill Flayer and Runt and take Lenya. And they'd keep coming until they got lucky. The lair was the best chance for them but if Great Dart was difficult... He'd think about that. Great Dart was open to reason. Maybe he could come up with more reasons? And if not... well, they were about to find out how hospitable the human lands were.

***

It started raining again about an hour before they stopped, but the extra hour of wet paid off in a shallow cave set low into a hillside. It bore traces of past use: the bones of small birds and mammals, a smoke-stained wall, and the improved fire-pit which would provide heat but not create a lot of smoke or light. A few stones sufficed to elevate the stretcher off the ground and Runt made an excellent heat reflector. Flayer pulled Lenya in against him and leaned back against the dorg, letting the fire take the chill away while he chewed on a piece of dried meat.

"I don't want you walking on wet feet," he commented. "So tomorrow you ride again."

Runt huffed disgust.

"Her feet are still weak and the wet would be bad for him. She rides tomorrow so she can walk after. And if the rain gets any worse we'll just shelter here and rest longer. I can mark Lenya," he said, the thought brightening his outlook. "That will give the mark some time to heal. And when we get to the human lands there won't be any doubt about who you belong to," he said, hand reaching down to squeeze a breast. "I think I'll put the mark low on your belly. Low enough that you have to keep your cunt uncovered so it can be properly displayed."

He growled a little, picturing the mark, picturing naked Lenya. He gave her breast another squeeze and leaned in to smell her hair. "Is that the sort of mark you want, Lenya?"