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

"Two to Fuck, one to keep watch".. Lenya repeated the words back. Goblins were nothing if not proficient. Females had 2 easily accessible for use holes, the cunt and the mouth. The ass was not so easy. So, 2 to fuck, one at each end, one to keep watch for intruders, etc.

"But couldn't it be ONE to fuck and ONE to keep watch? Must BOTH the mouth and the pussy be used at once? I mean, if you are using me, Runt keeps watch. That is how it works now. How could that NOT work in a den, in the lair?"....

She was rubbing her feet as she spoke, until Flayer pulled her back against him, his clawed hand cupping her breast. Her breath caught, she was still tender, but the pain was much better as her nipples and her body became accustomed to the sensation of the silver hoops and the slight weight of the chain...

Lenya leaned into him, letting her breath release with a soft sigh. She accepted the bit of turnip and onion he offered, her lips gliding along his fingers as she took the food. Dried meat was not something she was interested in. Fresh fish would have been great, but there was no pond nearby. The turnip and onion would have to do for now...

She listened to the one sided conversation he was having with Runt, it was amusing to say the least, but she appreciated his relationship with the Dorg. Most other Goblins could not be bothered, or would have killed the pup on site so long ago...

"I can mark Lenya,"

His attention turned back to her... "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," This was accentuated by his claws racking along her skin and finding her breast once more and squeezing, harder this time... "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 a naked Lenya. He gave her breast another squeeze and leaned in to smell her hair.

"Is that the sort of mark you want, Lenya?"

A low whimpering moan escaped her lips at the attention he was giving her breasts, but that quieted at his words. She had begged for his mark. She... wanted his mark.. Dart's scarred her thigh... but she did not belong to Dart, she belonged to Flayer. She "NEEDED" his mark....

Lenya did not answer immediately. He was asking her... what she wanted? What she thought?.. again a very "Not so Goblin" thing...

"Yes, I like the idea of the mark being low on my belly, on my pelvis, close to my... sex.. where you can see it and appreciate it...Where others, if using me, know that my use is only by your permission... But.... " and she paused, turning a bit to look back at him... "I... beg for a mark.. that can be seen at all times, even when my body covered, when I am clothed.." The idea of "always" being naked was something she hoped to discuss with him. "A mark perhaps on my wrist or.. even along my throat, instead of a collar..."

She hesitated then. Was this what she really wanted? Wait, did she even have a choice? He made her feel as if she did, but in reality, she was still enslaved. This had not been part of her plan, but it was what it was. It wasn't like she could walk away from Flayer. She... was trapped... But it was the first time she'd been accepted at all, and not seen as a filthy foul outcast. Even enslaved, it was better then being alone and an outcast.... right? The idea of enslavement would be abhorrent to others, but to her, now that she was trapped within it, it was... tolerable... it was... becoming... normal?? Normal for her? But Lenya knew right then, that was because of Flayer. If it was Red-Claw, or Knuckles, or still Great-Pike, her outlook... her everything... would be very very different...

Yes, she wanted... needed... Flayer's mark....
 
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Flayer listened to Lenya, growling slightly in arousal when she begged, deepening into approval and amusement as she described her idea. "A collar that cannot be removed," he mused, tip of a claw tracing the line around her neck. His cock stirred and he grinned. "You look ravishing in a collar," he admitted. "Of course," his hand slid down from her breast, along her flank, claws dimpling her skin and conveying some of the depth of the arousal he felt for her, "you look ravishing in nothing, as well. Why would I cover your body when I can have you displayed beside me, inciting the lusts of every creature that sees you? Ready for my use at a moment's notice?"

Runt barked quietly.

"Don't give me that," Flayer shot back, annoyed at the interruption. "You hook up for at least half an hour every time *and* that last wolf could barely walk after you were done with her. When I want Lenya, I *want* Lenya," he stated.
 
"Why would I cover your body when I can have you displayed beside me, inciting the lusts of every creature that sees you? Ready for my use at a moment's notice?"

Runt barked quietly.

"Don't give me that," Flayer shot back, annoyed at the interruption. "You hook up for at least half an hour every time *and* that last wolf could barely walk after you were done with her. When I want Lenya, I *want* Lenya,"

With the slightest tilt to her head, she listened before responding.

"Did it not occur to you that clothed, I would still incite such lusts? Clothing can very easily enhance, as well as hide. But, also... are you willing to deal with having to fight others? Being ready for use, inciting lust, is all well and good. But while alone, what if a gang of others, and I am not talking about Goblins... see and desire to take me and use me and will not take no for a answer? Goblins, for the most part, are accustomed to seeing human and elven females naked. So clothed or naked would not matter to them in inciting lust and desire. But Elves... and more importantly, Humans... are not accustomed to seeing females naked and when they do, especially humans, it will do more than just entice. Seeing a naked human female ignites their need to mate, to fuck, to a degree that it is well beyond what they may feel seeing a clothed female. Being clothed may not attract as much attention from the Elves and Humans we may encounter...

Goblins rape human and elven females out of lust and desire to dominate. Humans will do the same thing, only in the human realm it is against all laws. It is against laws to appear naked in the human worlds except in one's own home, or a designated tavern. If I am naked... and around humans"...

She stopped there. She hated being naked. Why not just say that.

"For us, it is not normal." she finally admitted... "I am only asking, begging, for something for covering. A deer skin fashioned appropriately, would work.... and...." She met his gaze then, her crystal clear eyes capturing his darker ones.. "I will always be ready for your use... Flayer... always...."

As she had spoken, her voice soft, almost pleading, but hoping he understood.. his touch, the trail of his claws along her skin was not lost on her. Her body trembled, quivered, and her breathing deepened even as she gave him her "reasonings" for being clothed. And as she ended with her words of always being ready for his use, she wrapped her own hand around his wrist and guided his clawed hand to her sex, parting her legs wider for him, and he would find that she was moist and dripping, the tender folds soft, warm to the touch...
 
"I will not be distracted by your sweet, wet cunt," he growled at her, but he didn't remove his hand, savoring the warm, moist velvet feel of her sex. She had a point but... Lenya bending over to pick a plant. Stretching. Walking through the shadows and moonlight. The curve of her hip, the line of her leg, the sway of her breast.... But he and Runt hadn't walked the human lands. His growl became aggressive at the thought of someone, anyone, trying to take Lenya from him. Runt picked up on the tone and added his own growl to the chorus. And that summarized the situation, anyone that tried to take Lenya would be dorg-food.

But... he either trusted Lenya or he didn't. And he did.

"I will think about this," he slowly ground out.

Runt whuffed.

"No, fur would not be better," Flayer snapped back. "You're not helping."

He toyed with Lenya's folds and traced a finger between them.

"I might be a little distracted," he admitted, gently pushing a finger into her hot flesh. She was, as always, breathtaking. Maybe the humans would have silk. He'd been told it felt like cunt. She could wear silk.
 
She let her eyes close at the sensation, the feeling, as he penetrated her with his finger... her body tensed, she leaning back against his chest, her head falling back to his shoulder for but a moment. The loose braid was coming undone and Lenya took the liberty to reach up and free her long, golden hair, letting the silken strands cascade down over her shoulders, and then his shoulders as her head fell back again, she letting her full weight lean against his chest as her hips lifted slightly to his touch, rolling seductively to his caress, her back arching... Her voice went to a low purring hum... her skin flushing in her heat... the wetness from her pussy flowing from within her, coating his finger, claws, and hand with slick juices. Her clit swelling, throbbing, the walls of her sex tightening as she sought to grind her pelvis, her cunt, to his hand... her desire, her wanton need, emanating from her in waves... her moans accented by the sharp, harsh breaths she was now gasping... the scent surrounded both her, Flayer and Runt, who huffed again in frustration..

For that one second, she got the thought from Runt that he was going to need to find a female Dire Wolf soon... and he growled his frustration at Lenya and Flayer...

"South, further south, Dire Wolves, Mating season" she managed, in short heated bursts between her trembling and low cries of pleasure, to communicate back to Runt, even as Flayer was now sliding his finger in and out of her grasping pussy and over her pulsing, swollen, sensitive clit... Her body was dancing against his, hips rocking, back arching, her entire form quivering, heated, gleaming with moisture that laced along her every curve...
 
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Flayer's free hand slid over Lenya's body, raking up her thigh, her belly, over a breast, up her neck, pulling her chin up and to the side. A clawed finger slid over her parted lips and then pushed slowly and firmly into her wet mouth as his other hand slowly stroked her wet pussy and he savored the way she writhed and panted in his grasp. Outside the rain grew heavier.

"Greedy Lenya," he growled approvingly in her ear. He treasured this, treasured her; wanton and unrestrained in her desire. He licked her exposed neck and pictured how it would look with his mark on it. The idea made him rumble in pleasure and he increased the tempo of his ministrations, wanting her to shudder helplessly in his grasp. He would tire her and then she would make the paste and he would mark her and give her some more of the drugs and she would sleep.

"Yes," he whispered in her ear as her body began to thrash, giving her his approval, his permission, his affection. "Good girl."
 
"Greedy Lenya"

She was greedy. She liked the way she felt when with him. She liked the desire, the heat, the release she felt when he touched her. She liked the sound of his voice, the growling rumble of his approval, the feel of his pleasure. She liked how her mind became consumed with the sensations her body felt. She liked how secure she felt, how she was no longer so... alone...

And she liked when she orgasmed. That climax, that precipice that she would fall over when with him, how her body shook and trembled, how the heat washed over her, through her, gripping and tingling every nerve with every shuddering wave that he took from her...

Hungrily, she sucked on his finger, circling her soft wet tongue around the length, even as her body continued to rock, writhe, against his. Her pussy gripped his other fingers, pulsating, massaging in rhythm with the now increased beating of her heart. Her moans vibrating around the finger in her mouth, her own hands cupping her breasts, feeling a mingling of pleasure and pain from her nipples...

"Yes," he whispered in her ear as her body began to thrash, giving her his approval, his permission, his affection. "Good girl."

The words, the feel of his own tongue, long, wet, slithering along the curve of her throat, where he could feel her heart beat, feel the flow of her life's blood, feel her want, her need, her lust as she shook again in his grasp, against his body...

She managed to let loose a cry around the finger buried in her mouth as the orgasm suddenly took hold and savagely raced through her. She arched, tensed, trembled and quaked uncontrollably as her climax spilled forth.. a flood of fluid washing around his fingers, her clit was pulsing so violently that her entire body followed suit, spasming, writhing, until her breath was taken from her and she nearly collapsed against him...

Panting, desperate for air, she sucked in and moaned out yet again as the orgasm that had shaken her to her core finally waned, slowly... Her pussy still twitched and spasmed, her clit was still throbbing almost painfully... Her skin flush with her exertions... her eyes closed as she fought to relax... her lips closing around his finger once more in a much weakened suckle.....
 
Slowly, wetly, he stroked into her, the faint sound of her sex merging with the faint, wet sounds of her mouth sucking on his finger. He held her in his arms, her naked flesh pressed back against him, enjoying the way she melted against him. He could smell her over the wet dorg-smell and her heartbeat gently shook the chain that stretched between her nipples. It was paradise and he held onto the moment for as long as he could, stroking, hand slipping from her mouth and turning her head so he could kiss her hungry mouth and look into her eyes.

"Such a strange thing," he commented, voice soft against her ear. "For a goblin the greatest pleasure is triumph. To kill your foes. To steal treasure. To outwit others. Yet this triumph, holding you naked and helpless, outshines all other triumphs I have experienced. Your screams of pleasure are sweeter than the screams of my defeated foes. Your cunt is sweeter than the blood of my enemies. Your smile shines brighter than gems or gold. And your need is more vital than the air I breathe. You are fuckmeat. My fuckmeat," his voice lowered to a growl at that last. "But you are more and I do not understand all that you are. I should fear and hate that, but I do not. I cannot hate you, Lenya."

He paused, his finger still deep inside her. "Whatever you are, I own you. You obey me. That is the key." His eyes lit up, hungry. "That is how I will mark you." He slid his finger slowly out her grasping body and looked over to where he had seen... Yes, there was a concave rock where previous inhabitants had ground something. He crouched over to the fire, removing several charred pieces of wood to the grinding stone.

"Grind these to powder," he commanded Lenya, pointing to a rock she could use for that purpose. Then he settled down against Runt to watch her obey, her naked body painted by the moving firelight and shadows.
 
"Such a strange thing," he commented, voice soft against her ear. "For a goblin the greatest pleasure is triumph. To kill your foes. To steal treasure. To outwit others. Yet this triumph, holding you naked and helpless, outshines all other triumphs I have experienced. Your screams of pleasure are sweeter than the screams of my defeated foes. Your cunt is sweeter than the blood of my enemies. Your smile shines brighter than gems or gold. And your need is more vital than the air I breathe. You are fuckmeat. My fuckmeat," his voice lowered to a growl at that last. "But you are more and I do not understand all that you are. I should fear and hate that, but I do not. I cannot hate you, Lenya."

His breath tickled against her ear as he whispered. It wasn't that he was afraid others would hear, it was only him, her and Runt. His whisper was seductive, calming, and spoken as if he were sharing a secret with her. And he sort of... was... He was baring his.. feelings... and Lenya knew that.. could feel that...

"I think..." she paused, choosing her sentiment carefully... "you know that I am not always helpless. That I am not like one of the human females who crave to be enslaved, weak minded and weak willed. I have killed, and can kill again... but with you... Flayer... Master Flayer... I feel safe. I feel stronger than when I was alone, yet I feel submissive to only you. You are my greatest strength Flayer, and my one weakness for I could not betray you or disobey you. I... don't entirely understand that. You have claimed my strength, my essence, not just my body...
I feel... lost... without you"

Was that her way of saying he had claimed her soul? Lenya was not entirely sure of the answer to that. She only knew that she felt stronger with him, safe with him, she even felt weaker in some ways with him, but it was a weakness born of her need for him. He was like a drug to her...

"Whatever you are, I own you. You obey me. That is the key." His eyes lit up, hungry. "That is how I will mark you."

"Yes.. I.. obey.. you" There was a soft whimper from he when his fingers slipped free of her. She had finally calmed to a point where she was no longer trembling, just a slight quiver every so often. As the weight of the words she had just affirmed repeated over and over again in her mind... "yes.. I obey you"... She watched him as he gathered several handfuls of charred wood...

"Grind these to powder"...

Lenya nodded, taking the rock he handed her. Crawling to the stone, she paused, her shadow dancing on the further wall of the small cave they were using as a den. The warmth from the flickering flame felt good, now that the heat from her climax had waned. She could hear the rain falling outside and in the distance, deep cracks of thunder as the storm rolled through.

She began to grind the wood, the mundane task allowing her mind to ponder... She had been alone since her mother had died. And even when her mother was alive, it had just been the 2 of them, all because of her mixed blood. All because she was deemed foul, no longer pure. She had hoped that by killing the one Goblin Leader that both the Humans and Elves wanted dead, she would be accepted into the Elven way of life. She had always considered herself Elven, and she looked Elven for the most part. Yet now, here she was with a Goblin, a creature that most saw as more foul and disgusting than herself. Yet she was sure there would be some that would lament that she deserved being with a Goblin, at least she knew the Elves would think that. Her mingled heritage was hated that much by the pure minded elves. Humans may think a bit differently, but she was seen as nothing more than a dirty female to be used, if she had let them. Several had tried, drunken louts that she easily outwitted. Humans saw no worth in her at all. Maybe they did not see her as foul and filthy, but they saw her as worthless. Lenya was never sure which was worse.

Flayer saw none of that in her. He saw her worth. He did not see or treat her as foul and dirty. In fact, he treated her better than most of the other Goblins treated their slaves or the communal fuckmeat. He had since... well ... almost day one...

She had been thinking so deeply, that she did not realize right away that the charred wood was now ground down to a dark black fine powder...
 
Flayer watched Lenya grind the hot charcoal into a powder, her eyes appearing to look into a distance that he could not see, while he whet one claw against a stone. Smooth strokes with the stone that stretched her body out in the living light and then she drew back. Not a long motion, but enough to give some motion to her breasts, the chain swinging rhythmically, her hair falling forward and back in time. Smooth motions with the stone, sharpening the claw he would use to slice her flesh.

"Did you ever picture this?" he asked Runt.

The dorg shook his head.

"No, me neither. Which makes me wonder if it's worth even thinking about the future. Should we just take every moment as it comes?"

Runt indicated that he was trying to sleep and uninterested in conversation.

"Fine, be that way."

He sat forward, craning his neck to get a better view of....

"That's good, Lenya. Come here."

It might have simply been the case that the cave wasn't tall enough to stand in, or it might have been something else, but she crawled to him, eyes fixed on him, breasts swaying gently beneath her, hips moving side to side. Sleek. He knelt, removing his loincloth to expose his stiff flesh. His hand reached out to stroke her hair, to brush it to one side so he could better see her face.

"Harvest my seed, Lenya. Carry it to the powder and mix it," he ordered her, his breathing deepening, quickening.
 
She had wondered, as she crawled to him, what he was going to use to mix with the powder to make the ink. She knew what he was doing. He was going to mark her and the ink would darken the mark. Much like the red ink of Dart's mark scarred her thigh. Water would be too thin. Something akin to honey would work, thicker and more viscous, and a natural substance, which would not infect the wound. His seed had not been something she thought of.

"As you wish" was her answer. But she did not move right away. She quickly looked around, taking stock of what was available and saw a small, but thick, hollowed out tree branch bowl... It appeared others had used it in the past here, most likely for water gathering when it rained...

She would use that to get his seed to the ground powder... and with that, she, on her knees before him, wrapped her slender, nimble fingers around his already turgid cock and began stroking. The softness of her palm caressed the hard, veined surface of his length, down and up again, tightening her grasp and rolling her wrist slightly to increase the pressure and massaging that he felt.

Lenya leaned in closer to him, her on her knees and he sitting, they were eye level with each other and she locked gazes with him, ever so slowly leaning closer. Her hand never stopped moving, up and down his shaft, and she paused for one moment, barely a second, to reach her hand between her own legs and moisten her palm and fingers with her own slick fluids which had coated her pussy lips and folds.. her hand returning to his cock, now much slicker and warmer and wetting, stroking, fondling, once again...

She had moved closer to him and as she manipulated his cock, her lips met his, hers opening into the kiss, tongue seeking his, slipping into this mouth, caressing and stroking his own tongue as her had worked his cock. He could taste her, she could taste him.. her breath warm as she whimpered into the kiss, feeling his claws rake up her back and into her hair... her grasp around his cock strengthened, moving faster now as the kiss deepened. She could feel her own fluids, slick, heated, dripping from her pussy and down the soft surface of her inner thighs, her scent permeating the air around them. His hips began to rock to the motion of her hand, his tongue pushing into her mouth, claiming her lips and her tongue as he fed off her desire, her heat...

She felt his cock begin to tremble, and a brush of her fingertips to his balls on the downward stroke, she felt him jump a bit.. felt his cock pulse...

She managed to pull back from the kiss just in time for his orgasm, she getting the wooden branch bowl in place to capture his seed as his cock spasmed and jetted forth his climax... Lenya made sure to lick any remnants from his cock and her own fingers with a slow glide of her tongue before she sat back... with the hint of a smile on her still wet lips..

"I think I got enough"

Flayer was still taking deep, calming breaths after his quick climax as he watched her move back to the ground powder.. she being so careful not to spill what she had...

Sitting back in her haunches, she poured some of the now thicker semen into the power and using a branch, began to mix it. She would have used her fingers, but it would have stained them black... Slowly she continued to add the thick white liquid pausing finally for Flayer to check the consistency...

"Is this what you wanted Master Flayer?" she asked, looking over at him before continuing any further...
 
"Kneel here," he ordered in response to her question. He took several more deep breaths as Lenya set the bowl down and settled herself, eyes looking to him for approval. He let the rest of the adrenaline bleed from his toes and fingertips with each breath, removing his belt and weapons, leaving himself completely naked; he didn't want any distractions, the mark would be as perfect as Lenya.

He placed a hand on her head, turning it to look straight ahead. "That point," he commanded. "Look at that point and do not move."

He moved over to the gear, pulling a water skin out and pouring some more of his drugs into it. He slowly agitated the bag before setting it aside and turning to look at her. He absently stropped his claw as he stared intently at her neck, planning the spacing of each symbol, gauging the depth to which he would cut. A piece of charcoal served to make a few marks to guide his work. And then he knelt next to her, in front of her, and met her eyes. Fearful. Determined. Obedient. Gifting. He reached out and made the first cut in her skin, deeper than a scratch but not so deep as to cause lasting harm. A trickle of blood sprang from the cut, the scent of it mingling with the smell of her cunt and his seed. Altogether she made him light-headed. He didn't avoid this, but instead surrendered himself to it. Surrendered himself to the moment. Nothing else existed. Just Lenya and him.

Cut followed cut and blood began to trickle down her chest. He leaned in, long tongue lapping the crimson fluid from her chest and neck, and then continuing: smooth, long strokes for the outlines and short, shallow cuts to fill. She was trembling, crying, but remained still, eyes fixed on the point he'd designated. He unconsciously growled approvingly and took up the bowl, fingers working the paste into her wounds, marking her with his seed in a way that would always remain visible.

He shifted behind her and began to repeat the process, carving the phrase "Flayer commands and I obey" into her neck, an unbroken collar that united them. Cut. Scratch. Blood. Lick. Rub. Sweat was pouring down her trembling skin as he finished and checked his work with more care than he had ever demonstrated for any of his works. Satisfied, he knelt down in front of her, putting his eyes in her fixed line of sight. It wasn't until he reached his hand up to stroke the side of her face and her sweaty hair that she registered his presence.

"Good girl, Lenya," he growled, leaning in to kiss her before crawling past, pulling her after him. He settled his back against Runt and pulled her into his arms, her back against his belly. He lifted the water skin to her mouth. "Drink, Lenya. Drink and rest."
 
Lenya did as he commanded. She fixed her gaze to the point he designated, a crack in the wall of the small cave, the flicker of the flame dancing around it. She imagined herself, dancing around a slave pole, dancing for Flayer. Why.. why did she want, need, to please him so?

She heard him as he moved about, preparing. But she herself did not move. Then, he was in front of her. His eyes captured hers, and her gaze fixed on him for that moment, as his claw slit deep into the skin, the flesh, of her throat, deep enough to draw blood, deep enough to send shockwaves of pain racing through her. She fought to stay stilled as he worked, his razor sharp claw marking her, incising her flesh, deep, the crimson red trails of blood lacing slowly, languidly down her trembling form. Tears moistened her cheeks, but she kept for outwardly sobbing, she fought the pain and stayed stilled, staring, now that he had moved alongside and then behind her. The pain went from dull to sharp, from mild to harsh.. she could feel her head spinning... and she bit hard into her lower lip to keep from crying out. But she could not silence the whimpers that escaped with each mark he made...

The feel if this tongue licking along her heated skin was yet another sensation she had to deal with, mingled with the pain. Pleasure, desire, at the feeling.. emotions twisting and turning inside her.

She could hear, feel his breathing, a low rumble of a growl every so often. She wondered, did most girls scream when marked? Dart's mark had hurt, yes, but it was quick, and then done. She had heard the others screaming. Yet as much as she wanted to scream, it was not just in pain... his touch, his tongue... she wanted to scream for him.. beg him... But her cries were nothing more than those low whimpers... She had screamed enough with Great-Pike... This pain did not match that, thank the gods, she thoughts to herself.

But it was still pain, mingled with the pleasure of this tongue tasting her. Tasting her life's blood. Drinking her in... not just marking her... claiming her fully...

He would slice into her, caress with his tongue and the warmth of this breathe, and then rub the paste she herself had made, into the wounds. He repeated this, until her throat was encircled completely with the Goblin markings....

It took her more than several minutes to realize the pain had finally dulled. That he was no longer slashing her with his claw, no longer marking her. Her body was shaking, sweat droplets clung to every curve, her skin was flush with heat and exertion in dealing with what was happening. But the sharp piercing of his claw had ceased... the licking, the massaging of the paste, all had ceased... But still she did not move...

She could feel his eyes on her, his breath so close to her throat and the slashes, the markings, as he examined his work, his tongue darting out to caress, taste, here, there, a errant trail of blood that still seeped down her skin... until she heard him growl to himself...

She was still staring, almost unblinking when he positioned himself before her and reached up to touch her cheek. She had not even realized he was there, so intent she was on getting through this, her body taut, tense, that she shuddered when she felt the touch, her eyes focusing then on his....

"Good girl, Lenya," he growled, leaning in to kiss her before crawling past, pulling her after him. He settled his back against Runt and pulled her into his arms, her back against his belly. He lifted the water skin to her mouth. "Drink, Lenya. Drink and rest."

She let out a long sigh and took a deep drink of the water, the cool wetness flowing down her throat and seeming to soothe the fire of any residual pain.. her neck hurt, a dull ache that she knew would take a few days to heal. But the pain was not incapacitating at all. He had gone all the way around, effectively carving a collar into her throat, into her flesh.

She was marked for life. Even if she did want to be free, she would bear that mark forever, and it could not be hidden. All would see it. Always. Clothed or not.

"What... do the markings... say?" She was not really sure what he had carved into her skin. He had said something about she obeying him and that was the key.... But he had not elaborated on what he was going to do....

Lenya let her body relax back against him, as she heard his words whisper into her ear "Flayer commands and I obey" .... she could feel sleep coming to take her, and suspected there was something in that water. The dull pain faded as darkness surrounded her... his words still winding slowly around her fading consciousness...

Flayer Commands and I Obey.....
 
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Flayer held Lenya as she slept, the soft crackle of the fire was occasionally audible above the rain outside.

"Have you ever wanted to keep a wolf you fucked?" he asked.

Runt snorted.

"I didn't think so. I didn't want to keep any of the fuckmeat from the lair, either. Fucking them felt good but... that was it. And I didn't really care which one I fucked. But Lenya," he paused.

Runt whuffed.

"Yeah, special is a good word." He paused and stroked her hair out of her face. "I like talking with her."

Runt made a complicated noise somewhere between a whine and a laugh.

"Really? Like a witch?" He looked down at her. "Do you think she's been in my head?"

Runt huffed.

"Fine, joke about it. But I'm serious. I put my mark in her flesh and collared her. She's mine for always, now. Did she... manipulate me?" he pondered.

Runt whuffed at him.

"Well I appreciate your opinion on that. She's always been more than fuckmeat. That first time I raped her, when I looked in her eyes and I took more than her body... When she surrendered more than her body... I'd hate to think that was a lie. So, thank you, it's good to have someone else confirming that about her."

Runt lifted his head and looked back at Flayer and Lenya and made his semi-whining sound again.

"Good question. I don't know how I'd react if I found out she'd been in my head, manipulating me. I'd hate it. I'd respect it. But, here I am. However I got here... I think this is happiness. How many goblins get to be happy?" he asked rhetorically.

Runt whuffed and laid his head down again.

"You're not as dumb as you look," Flayer admitted.

Runt farted.

"For the hate of...! You son of a bitch," he hissed.

Runt chuckled.

"It's still not funny. Still. You good to keep watch?" he asked, changing the subject.

Runt grunted.

"Okay. I'm just going to sit here and hold Lenya. I might fall asleep."

Runt whuffed that he would wake him if there were any problems.

"Thanks, buddy," Flayer muttered, looking down at the woman quietly snoring against him and wondering how his desire had shifted from a desire for the pleasures of her body to a desire for the pleasures of the woman.
 
Her sleep was dreamless. Well, almost. There were snippets here and there, memories, when she was young in a field of sunflowers. Older, shunned by the Elves, the horrible things they called her, called her mother. A snipped of that first.. sex.. rape?... by Flayer... "Look at Me"... the words hung there in her dream. He had slid so easily into her head. Had grabbed ahold and helped, if one could call it that, her through that experience.

Did he even realize she had never climaxed with anyone else other than him?

Shifting a bit, she sighed as the deep sleep warmed over her. She could feel his deeper breathing, thought she heard his voice, but that may have been in her dream. Had that been Runt that whuffed, and farted? He was such a juvenile, her mind chuckled at the thought.

As she began to awaken, it had been several hours, her body and mind had needed that rest, that sleep, Lenya sensed that Flayer was asleep, his arms still possessively, perhaps protectively around her. They were both laying on the leaves that carpeted the floor of the small cave, curled up together. One would think they were lovers they way they were so close.. The fire had died down a bit and was nothing more than glowing embers, but some heat still emanated from within. She could hear the rain, still falling outside. Was it day? Night? She as not even sure, until Runt came ambling in, a bit wet.

"Night" was the answer from the Dorg. "Early Night"...

It was clear they would not be traveling this night. The rain poured, there was sporadic flashes of lightning and rumblings of thunder.

Runt dared not shake himself off and soak the cave. With a disgruntled huff, he settled near the glowing embers. Lenya gently slipped out from Flayer's embrace, not wanting to wake him, and shimmied herself over to the fire, and using a thick stick, she stoked it back alive again, letting the flowing embers begin to devour several small pieces of twig and wood that she added, as the fire flickered to life...

"To warm you up, you smelly Dorg" the words were said outloud, and she smiled over at Runt.

She sat close to the Dorg, reaching to scratch his nose. "You're like me" she said outloud, as Runt cocked his head a bit... "Mixed. Your half Worg, half Dire Wolf... I am half human and half Elf... many see us as.. well fouled, no longer pure... worthless..." she paused, shaking her head... "Except for him..." her eyes gazed over to the sleeping Goblin.

Even though the Goblins, any of them, would have gladly taken and used her, and did, they still saw her as nothing but fuckmeat. Just as they saw Runt as nothing but a pet. But Lenya knew Runt was more than that, and obviously Flayer knew and treated him as such. Flayer was seeing her as more than fuckmeat... and was treating her as more than fuckmeat... To her that was so very important...

"Do you think it was fate that we both crossed paths with Flayer?" she was not really asking Runt that, she was more musing to herself. She tried to remember what she had heard them say about their Goddess.. She remember them mentioning the Goddess and Safi....

Druusha... that was it.. Was Druusha the one that had fated that Flayer encounter both Runt and herself? What did SHE herself believe?

Elves believed in several gods and goddesses...
Elgar'nan: God of Vengeance
Mythal: the Great Protector
Falon'Din: Friend of the Dead, the Guide
Dirthamen: Keeper of Secrets
Andruil: Goddess of the Hunt
Sylaise: the Hearthkeeper
June: God of the Craft
Ghilan'nain: Mother of the Halla
Fen'Harel: The Dread Wolf

Her mother especially believed in Mythal, the Great Protector. She believed that Mythal had shielded her the night the Human Man raped her, shielded her from something even more horrible, death. And blessed her with child. Her mother had always called Lenya her "blessing"....

Humans, most, believed in one supreme being.

Lenya never really knew what to believe. She had learned some about the Elven gods and goddesses. But that was it. She was not allowed at any kind of prayer or worship with the Elves, they fearing the gods would turn against them if they let someone so foul and impure to worship.

The Goblins had Druusha... a goddess... Was this the work of Druusha? Or of Elgar'nan, Elven god of Vengeance, for her to seek vengeance on the elves, and their hatred of her, by using the Goblins for that vengeance? That made no sense to Lenya. She did not want vengeance, she had only wanted acceptance, and she had that, with Flayer...

A low rumble in her belly interrupted her thoughts . "Hungry" she said outloud, hand running along her belly. With that, she went to work gathering some of of the vegetables and dried meat that Flayer and Runt had gathered, and carried on their trek. Luckily, Flayer actually had a small satchel of salt, and using that and some water from the water skin, in another of the bowls she had found in the cave, she mixed it all together and, using a longer, thick branch, held it over the fire to warm. Not close enough to catch fire of course, but enough for the heat to warm the ingredients.

"What about you Runt, hungry?"

The Dorg wuffed something about catching a wild pig while he was out in the rain. It was obvious he had been hungry as he had devoured it all himself. He whined a bit but Lenya patted him again. "No worries. Your appetite is bigger than ours. We will be fine..."

It was during this little conversation that Flayer finally awoke, sitting up.. or had he been awake the entire time and listening...
 
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Flayer shook off the remnants of sleep and looked around the cave. Lenya had built up the fire to cook filling the little space with good smells that intertwined with the remnant smells of blood and sex, all tainted by the smell of wet dorg. He crawled over inspect Lenya and his handiwork, finding nothing at all wrong with her and, in fact, everything right. Which led to taking her again, her legs spread and wrapped around him, their mouths hungry at each other. Then food. Then an inspection of her feet, which became an inspection of her legs, which became and inspection of her pussy, which became animal sex, slapping hard against her ass as he took her from behind. Which ended with them in a tangled pile, talking about the rain and the plan to move forward. He didn't want her walking on wet feet, yet, and didn't see a pressing need to walk in the rain and so he was happy to remain in the cave at least another night. And as they talked she seemed to experiment with teasing him with her fingertips, breasts, and lips and then his cock was in her moaning mouth as he gripped her head until he sat back, exhausted, and she crawled into his arms and they slept.

The rain let up around dawn and, after a careful examination of the sky, Flayer decided they would move on. He and Runt carried Lenya again on the stretcher, moving slowly through the low ground until they found a good place to stop and hide for the night. Flayer relieved himself in Lenya, bending her over a rock for a quick fuck he doubted she found any climax in. But later he held her back against him, impaled on his cock, one hand covering her mouth to muffle her screams while the other carefully, and with a little skill, rubbed her cunt until her body thrashed against him.

They stayed put through the next day, talking quietly, and departed at nightfall. Lenya walked this time, with her feet covered by the slippers. She was a little unsteady and first, but there was no reason to hurry her so Flayer moved them at her pace. And when they stopped near dawn she celebrated her accomplishment with a little dance of joy that, when she saw how he looked at her, became more of a dance of display and ended with her legs wrapped around Flayer's hips while he ravished her breasts and lips with his mouth and overfilled her with his seed. Twice.

He saw her mood visibly improve as the scrubby, isolated trees started to become true forest again. And when he gave her the remains of the skins from the stretcher to use as a garment. She showed him her work, modeling it for him, and he tested his ability to reach every intimate portion of her body while she wore it and then removed it from her and took her against a tree. She put it back on, laughing, after he'd cut it to make it a little smaller. And then he took her again without removing it.

The next night they began to come upon human settlements. Little fortified clusters of three or four huts gathered around a central barn in the middle of small fields cut from the forest. Hides hung from the walls of the barns. Rabbit mostly. But wolf as well. And the occasional bear. And a few of the settlements had goblin skulls on posts at the edge of their fields. Flayer read the script on one aloud. "Friends of Great Dart."

"Friends," he repeated. "Interesting. They are allies, not subjects. Being from Great Dart's lair should offer protection to us. But accidents happen," he mused. He'd never dealt with humans before. Not even in battle or raid. They needed to continue through the human territory, down to Big Grange where Great Dart maintained a small colony, but you didn't sneak through the land of allies.

"We can't sneak anymore," he declared. "But I've never dealt with humans. What should we do?" he asked Lenya, seeking to draw on her greater knowledge of humans.
 
Lenya had to admit, she liked that he was learning more ways to pleasure her, which she knew was not a Goblin thing. Goblins, for the most part only cared about their own pleasure when they fucked. But just the fact that he brought her to an orgasm with his mouth, with his clawed fingers manipulating her clit, the more and harder she climaxed, the more and harder Flayer did. Never mind the fact that they slept wrapped up in each other. The fact that they just... talked... He telling her a bit more about his escapades with Runt, her telling him about some of her adventures when she was young, not that her adventures were anything close to what Goblins did when young or old, but they were adventures none the less.

Like the time she had knocked down the bee's nest, wanting the honey and had narrowly escaped being stung multiple times by jumping into the pool at the waterfall, the same waterfall where he and Red-Claw had captured her actually.

As they approached the lands of humans, he allowed her to clothe herself using the skin that had been the stretcher he and Runt had carried her on. To say that made her feel better was more than evident in her posture, and her smile. She felt so much more comfortable being covered. Her nipples were healing, as were the marks that had been lain into her throat. And her feet were markedly better. She could finally walk, which improved her mood even more. It was a relief to not feel the constant pain anymore, even dull pain.

Flayer even allowed her to wear her hair down, or pulled back in a pony tail.

Friends of Great Dart read the signage that they encountered. This meant that these humans were accustomed to seeing Goblins, traded with them even. But the question was, how did they know which Goblins were with Dart's lair?

"Friends," he repeated. "Interesting. They are allies, not subjects. Being from Great Dart's lair should offer protection to us. But accidents happen,"

"We can't sneak anymore," he declared. "But I've never dealt with humans. What should we do?" he asked Lenya, seeking to draw on her greater knowledge of humans.

She agree'd. Sneaking would only imply they were dangerous. There to steal or even kill. Sneaking was not the way to go. As they sat in the shadows of the woods, on the edge of the clearings that made up the small farms, Lenya carefully thought through their options.

"Humans sleep at night and are active during the day, the exact opposite of Goblins. So if we are to approach them and show we are of Dart's lair, we would need to do that during the daylight, late afternoon, early evening would work. If they are used to dealing with Dart and his Goblins, they should be accustomed to that timeline..."

She wondered if they encountered Goblins with slaves? Would her being with Flayer alarm them? Lenya was not sure how the humans felt about Goblins capturing their females. She knew, from talking to Flayer and what little she had heard when in Dart's lair, that when human females were captured, they were allowed to be ransomed back to the humans, usually in exchange for some kind of goods or even coin. In Dart's lands, human females were not nearly as actively hunted as other Goblin lands. Female slaves could be bartered for at the trading posts to the North, where Flayer had taken her, and further South... There had been talk of a new trading post being set up in the West, but there were Orcs to the west and they, were a whole other issue. One that Lenya did not know alot about. But just because Great-Dart did not aggressively hunt human females did not mean that humans "wanted" to see their females enslaved to Goblins.

"Flayer, what do you know of Great-Dart's dealings with the Humans? Would they be alarmed to see me with you? I am trying to figure out the best way to approach them"

She was not sure if she should approach the settlements herself and ask for safe passage, or if Flayer and her should approach. It was a given that Runt would need to stay hidden. He would most likely frighten the humans and put them on edge. She could tell them about the Dorg once contact had been established, and assure them that he was harmless to them.
 
Flayer scratched his chin and watched the thin trails of smoke rising from chimneys as he contemplated the question.

"Great Dart lived with the humans for a time, after he became a Great One. He offered them peace and assistance with dealing with the lairs and bands of the North. He is the reason the lairs shifted to raiding the elves more heavily. I know he has a colony in Big Grange, further south of here. A big village," he clarified. "We need to go there."

He appraised Lenya for a moment, cold calculation being warmed by... affection? Certainly by desire. "We don't hunt in the human lands. Great Dart is clear about that. We only take meat that comes into the lands of the lair. They have seen fuckmeat tied to stakes and raped at the gates. Some they buy back. Some they leave, I'm told. They will know what you are. But I don't know how they will react. Some might see a reason to fear. Some might see a reason to lust and steal," his lips curled as he spoke, angry at the mere thought.

"Unless you have a better idea we'll build a small fire here. A visible fire," he added, gesturing at a spot beside what might be called a trail. "And we'll wait until morning. You will speak to them when they come out to us. Tell them we serve Great Dart and are traveling to Big Grange after killing Great Pike. Tell them we honor the peace between humans and Great Dart. Ask for a guide. A guide will be very useful for avoiding misunderstandings." He thought for a moment. "Carry your dagger and the bow. They will be curious about why you are armed."

Runt whuffed quietly.

"Dogs? Then they may wake before morning." He turned his face, locating the breeze. "If the wind shifts they'll smell you. But it doesn't change the plan. No eating their dogs," he instructed Runt. "Or fucking them, either."

Runt jokingly complained to demonstrate his understanding.

"That goes for you, too," he instructed Lenya, his tone deadpan and his face betraying exactly none of the humor in his joke.
 
Lenya listened carefully and quietly. It was clear that Flayer was wise. Cunning and wise. Lenya had heard about Great-Dart, the stories of him and Safi, of what he had done for relations between the Goblins and Humans. The Elves were not nearly as forgiving or as easy to work with. But they did know of Great-Dart... she had heard, rumors only, that they were beginning to warm to the idea of possibly working with Great-Dart on some level. But Lenya knew nothing of the details...

If she had been pure Elven, she may have known more. Maybe even...... a thought percolated in her mind... If she had been pure Elven, she maybe could be the catalyst for the Elves to work with Great-Dart. It would strengthen Great-Dart's lair, and give the Elves some respite from the Goblin raids. Even tho Great-Pike was dead, another would come along, surely. She imagined that even now, the battle was ongoing for control of the large lair. The Elves would be given a respite for a while... but who knows what will then happen. Maybe........

Maybe, once they were back at Great-Dart's lair, she could talk to Flayer and then Great-Dart about speaking with an Elven slave and working with her and the Elves. It was something she would keep in the back of her mind, and discuss with Flayer, once they were all set with the Humans.

Right now, the Humans were the concern...

"I agree, let's get the fire going. The sun will be up soon, and they will be stirring. They will see the smoke and investigate." Lenya was not sure how large a settlement it was. It did not look all that big, so she guessed that several of the men would come to investigate the smoke.

She heard Runt whuff a bit...

"Dogs? Then they may wake before morning." Flayer turned his face, locating the breeze. "If the wind shifts they'll smell you. But it doesn't change the plan. No eating their dogs," he instructed Runt. "Or fucking them, either."

Runt jokingly complained to demonstrate his understanding.

"That goes for you, too," he instructed Lenya, his tone deadpan and his face betraying exactly none of the humor in his joke.

She looked at Flayer with the same deadpan look. She knew he was joking. It took all she had not to simply stick her tongue out at him. Instead, Lenya slowly crawled over to where Flayer sat, leaned into him and brushed her lips over his... "You keep me well fucked. What would I need a dog for, and anyways dogs smell and taste funny!" with that, she finally smiled, and actually giggled.

The fire started, the heat felt good after the hard rain of the past couple of days. Drying and warm, she sat nestled against Flayer, her naked backside pressed to his hardening cock. "We can not" she actually whispered, and, in answer to his growl... "you do not want the humans to see that, or discover us in the middle. You know that..." yet her voice was a purring whisper as his clawed hand slid between her legs to gently caress her wet pussy, the other cupping her breast. Lenya moaned low at the sensation, but Flayer obviously understood her concerns and kept it to just that, feeling her squirming and writhing in his embrace, his arms tightening around her.

It was not long before the sun began to peek over the horizon, bathing the grounds and the settlement in a golden light. And it was not long before the humans certainly did see the fire and smoke and a group of 6 men approached, along with 2 leashed dogs. The dogs were already growling, scenting not just the Goblin, but the Dorg as well.

Runt faded into the shadows of the woods, but was close enough to attack if warranted. Lenya was the one that stood, awaiting the men, the leathered skin that she used for covering hugging her slender form, but effectively keeping her most private parts hidden, a leather cord belted her waist.

The men were definitely farmers. They stood with pitchforks, and one had a crossbow, but was not pointing it at them, at the moment. They were not threatening, but they were well aware that not all that passed by their particular settlement, being the one furthest out from the main town, were friendly.

They visibly eased seeing Lenya, she being, well female. But their looks darkened a bit, first seeing what she was wearing, secondly, seeing the markings around her throat, and thirdly, seeing that she had a dagger tied to her thigh and a quiver of arrows beside her and a bow, Flayer's bow, in her hand. It made her miss her own bow, and she hoped she could get back to that waterfall, and where she hid her bow, at some point soon.

"Greetings" she quietly said... "I am Lenya, he is Flayer" she stepped aside to reveal Flayer just behind her... "We are of Great-Dart's lair" and with that, she turned slightly to reveal the mark on her inner thigh. Dart's mark....

"Greetings Lenya and Flayer" the first man answered. "What brings you here?"

"We come from Great-Pike's lair. He is dead by my hand" she was not going to lie. Lying always ended up biting you in the ass in most cases. "You knew there was a contract out to kill him, did you not?" The men nodded. All knew that there was some kind of campaign to kill Great-Pike. Hell, Great-Pike himself had known, that was why none had gotten close to him, until her. There had been talk, rumors, that a female had been sent to try and kill Great-Pike.

"So it's true?" one said...

"He's dead?" another asked

"He is dead" came the answer from Flayer, who now stood beside Lenya. As he did so, Lenya lowered to her knees. It was important that they understood what was going on in front of them, and who she was to him, and who he was to her. She kept her hand on her bow, however.

"Master Flayer and I simply ask for a guide to get us to Great-Dart's Big Grange Colony."

The men stared, they had never witnessed, in person, before their eyes, what they were seeing. They had heard about it. They had seen Great-Dart and other Goblins from Great-Dart's lair on occasion when trading. They had even seen Great-Dart's Goblins hunting other rival Goblins. But they had never, themselves, witnessed an enslaved female to a Goblin. Many had never seen a slave at all. While humans did keep slaves in some cases, it was not wide spread, and while it was known that Goblins kept slaves, well known, and knew that said slaves were called "fuckmeat" and what they were used for, none of these particular men had seen it themselves. Until now. Until Lenya.

They remained silent for a long time, until the one with the crossbow stepped forward, a bit bolder than the others.

"Do you wish to be free?" he nearly snarled, clearly not liking what he was seeing, he slowly raising the crossbow. Lenya heard Flayer's low throated growl beside her. She reached for his clawed hand and just gently ran her fingers along his palm while she turned her gaze to the man with the crossbow.

"Have you heard me voice that? Do I appear to be in distress? No, I need no assistance, nor do I desire any... We request a guide. Both Flayer and I will keep your guide safe. You are friends of Great-Dart, you know you will be safe."

"Roland knows these lands best" said the first of the men, and the others nodded in affirmation. "Great-Dart has been good to us. Good to our females. We no longer live in fear thanks to him." they eyed Lenya a bit saying that, but none challenged Flayer at this point. "We will send Roland out to meet with you. He will be armed, just so you are aware. And we will send out some provisions as well."

They nodded and turned to head back, the dogs still growling, but none had seen Runt in the shadows.... Looking over their shoulders a couple of times, seeing Flayer as he ran his claws through Lenya's long golden hair and said something to her that they could not hear. They shook their heads. It was clear she was Elven, not human, not realizing she was mingled blood. Would they have acted differently if she had been human????
 
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"Well done, Lenya. Good girl. A guide will make this an easier journey," Flayer growled. Having to make their way without a guide would have been time-consuming; slow and dangerous. He stroked her hair again, wishing that he could grasp it in his hand and drag her down onto the road and spread her legs and... He growled wordlessly and contented himself with dropping his hand down her back to squeeze an ass cheek hard.

Runt edged forward, just to the edge of sight, and lay down. He ruffed.

"I don't know how he'll react," Flayer replied. "But you can't hide the whole way to Big Grange."

Runt growled.

"No, it's not a challenge. And having you nearby is going to be good. Sort of. We're going to attract attention. So we'll show strength and safety; let the humans see what sort of power Great Dart commands," he explained. He wondered if this would help them; if Great Dart would maybe keep them in the human lands and let Flayer keep Lenya. Maybe they could stay in the human lands if Great Dart wanted to take Lenya away?

"Glad you look like an elf, Lenya," he commented. "Not sure how they'd react if you looked more human."

A human male approached, dressed in traveling clothing and carrying a few weapons. He had dark hair and was taller than Flayer and Lenya. His expression was, complicated. He was obviously nervous about this task, but also seemed determined. And... curious? He examined Lenya first, then Flayer, and his eyes went back to Lenya before darting over to where Runt lay, his step pausing and then continuing.

"Hello," he said carefully. "I'm Roland. You need a guide to Big Grange?"

"Yes," Flayer replied, examining the man in turn. He looked capable but... not a reflexive killer.

"Is Breeds-A-Lot expecting you?" the human asked.

Flayer gaped at him. "Who?" he blurted.

"Breeds-A-Lot," the man replied, suspicion in his voice. "He's the goblin who runs the patrols here. He was through with his lot a few days ago." His hand moved, nearer to his sword.

"Breeds-A-Lot?" Flayer repeated, bursting into laughter despite the danger of the moment. Laughing so hard, in fact, that he dropped to one knee, tears running from his eyes. It took more than a minute for him to address the stares of Lenya and Roland.

"You don't see it? The outrageous bragging?" Laughter took him again and he had to pause to regain his breath, standing up. "Breeding, reproducing... it's the point. For a goblin it's all about breeding. Fighting, raiding, building a lair... It's all so that a goblin can reproduce. Calling himself Breeds-A-Lot is..." The laughter rolled out of him again and he waved at them to be patient.

"He must be very successful. We don't know him. Don't even know his name. We were up North and have to go back to the lair by the long route," he explained, wiping moisture from his eyes and face.

"Oh," the man replied, his posture relaxing. "Well, it's two days to Big Grange. We can stop at Traskerton for the night if we move quickly. I think your lot have a... a burrow? there for when they come through. People like to see a goblin but..."

"They don't want one in their house," Flayer finished.

Roland nodded. "You're not insulted?"

Flayer barked a laugh that Runt joined in on. "I'm not insulted that people fear the goblin," he replied. "That's the way it should be."

"Well, let's be off then," Roland stated and turned South to lead them along a narrow trail.
 
Lenya had never seen Flayer, or any Goblin for that matter, laugh as hard as Flayer did at the name... Breeds-A-Lot... She was not sure why it was so funny to Flayer and her and Roland could only watch as he laughed. Even Runt was a bit taken aback by just how hard Flayer was laughing. But she could not help the smile that crept across her lips. It was funny to see Flayer laughing so hard. And, to be honest, the laughing seemed to ease the awkwardness of the situation.

The Humans around here may be more used to seeing Goblins around, thanks to Great-Dart. But not many dealt closely with them and it was evident on Roland's face that even though he had seen Goblins, his dealings with them had been minimal.

As for Lenya, first off, the fact that Flayer complimented her on her dealings with the Human men, had made her feel, well, it was complicated. She had never seen herself as a slave, yet now, she was marked, effectively owned, and wanted to please Flayer. The way his words made her feel, confused her more than what he did with her. Words, in her opinion, meant more. Goblins fucked most any female, as long as the hole was warm, wet, and pleasing. Most, never spoke to their females, even if they owned them outright, other than to command or threaten. She saw that in Dart's lair, more so in Pike's lair. Flayer, actually talked to her. And now, complimented her. And she liked how that made her feel.

But it was not lost on her how Roland looked at her. She was not sure what she saw in his eyes. Pity, Lust, or a combination of both. She was barely covered, and with each move she made, a glimpse could be seen of her breast, a nipple perhaps, glinting with the silver hoop, or a glance of her soft, delicate pussy lips, framed with the soft golden tufts of her pubic hair... or the round, smooth curve of her ass cheek.

She found that she did not like the way he looked at her.... She only wanted Flayer to see her that way...with Lust, NOT pity. Just Lust...

Roland lead them South, and for the first couple of hours, all kept to themselves. Lenya was busy taking note in her mind of where they were. She had never been to this particular area of human lands before. She was curious where the settlements were, farming, water sources, and even wild growths of fruit and vegetables. Never mind the wildlife. Flayer and Runt were obviously very on guard.

As the progressed, Flayer requested they move in the shadows of the trees, in the shade. Lenya knew, when Flayer made that request, that Goblins hated being out in full sun and this particular day was quite sunny and warm. With a nod, Roland moved them to the wood's edge, where the shade was more prevalent. When they paused at a stream for a drink, was when Lenya approached their guide.

"I can tell by the look on your face, from the very moment you saw us, that you have questions".... Lenya could feel Flayer's eyes on her, as he drank from the stream, but he allowed her to go ahead and speak to the man. He knew, a better rappaport with the man was better for them. There was no need for hostilities...

Roland looked over at Flayer and then Runt, who was across the stream feasting on a rabbit he had caught, and then back at her.

"I've seen Goblins before, traveling. I've even spoken to a couple of them when I met them on the road. I've just never seen......" He stopped there, staring at her.

"You've never seen them with one of their fuckmeat, right...?... You've never seen any with their human or elven slaves"...

"No, I have not" He was not sure what to say. But she could see his eyes roaming over her, pausing at the roundness of her breasts, and again further down, the leather shift she wore baring the very top of her thighs as she knelt down at the water's edge for a drink, her ass bared as if begging to be touched, her sex almost inviting use.

As she sat back up she turned to him, his eyes having raked over her. "But you already know that I am not a typical Goblin slave. I am not chained or leashed. I am not begging for help or to be free'd, and I am sure the others told you that I killed Great-Pike"....

Roland nodded.

"You know Great-Dart has a slave much like me..."

"Yes, we have heard the stories of the Half-Elf, Safi" he acknowledged. "And of her love and devotion to Great-Dart"

"I am like Safi, I am also half Human as well as Elven... and my devotion is to Flayer... I serve Flayer"

She had seen, felt, the way he looked at her. She wanted to make sure he understood. She did not want Flayer to hurt or kill him. That would not help them in their travels and maybe would even ostracize them with Great-Dart...

Roland said nothing at that point, but Lenya could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. He was young, virile. And quite handsome in human terms. But she had been approached by many like him, many who thought she was nothing more than a whore for a fuck. Many who saw her being mingled blood as good for nothing else. It was funny, because for the most part, Goblins saw all Human and Elven females as good for nothing else then fucking, except Flayer... with her... and Great-Dart, and maybe a couple others. But Flayer, he certainly saw her as so much more...

She knew that look, and with that she got to her feet and moved to where Flayer stood. She then lowered to her knees at his feet and leaned into his thighs. He, having watched the exchange between her and Roland, but not hearing it, curled his clawed hand into her long, golden blonde hair and pulled her up a bit for a deep, lingering kiss. Roland watched as he saw her body tremble, heard her low whimpering moan, and yes, watched as several droplets of her arousal laced slowly down her parted inner thighs. He could feel his own arousal begin to awaken, not that he had not been fighting it all along, but seeing that, his cock really woke up and wanted in on the action.

"We should get moving" he hoarsely stated, getting to his feet from drinking at the stream and turning away....
 
Flayer was impressed by the cultivation he saw as they moved further South. The settlements grew larger and so did the clearings they inhabited. The villages were compact and walled to defend against threats. Threats like him. He'd raided South a little, but only with Runt, and they'd only taken isolated prey. He didn't like the thought of trying to fight his way over stone and wood walls. Or trying to cross the open fields to get to the walls while arrows rained down. Or sneaking across the fields at night while dogs barked. It made him nervous.

And the people working the fields weren't warriors but they weren't slaves either. How did that work? It was alien to him. All of them stopped working and stared as the party moved through the fields. Some of them, braver or more foolish, drew closer to get a better look at him. Or Runt. Or Lenya. That he understood. The guide, Roland, wanted her. The thought curled his lip in a slight smirk. Some of those watching, the smart ones, wanted her. She did him proud, striding through the settlements like sex on legs, displaying his mark and his power. Flayer owns me. He'd have liked to demonstrate just how far that ownership went. But that might make them afraid enough to become angry and do something stupid.

These meat probably hadn't seen fuckmeat before. The goblins in Big Grange wouldn't bring their fuckmeat with them on a scout; they weren't like Lenya. They'd have to be gagged and lashed along or carried on poles. The thought made him chuckle. He remembered Lenya on the pole. Naked. Her ass and sex displayed to him.

His pride in Lenya and his nervousness, which translated to low-grade anger, were building up a real lust in him and he was grateful when they stopped for the evening. The sun was dropping behind the trees and the moon was rising when they finally reached Traskerton, which turned out to be a large village surrounded by large fields. At this point the land seemed to change from forest with clearings of agriculture to cultivated fields with stands of forest. He, grudgingly, had to admit that the human could walk. Roland had set a good pace. And Flayer was tired after two days of walking.

"There should be a burrow around here. I could go ask in Traskerton," Roland offered, gesturing at the settlement. They had stopped at the South end of the fields near a big stand of trees. There was a sign, in human script, hung from one of the trees. He nudged Lenya and indicated it.

"Goblinwood, Master," she read to him. "I think this wood is reserved for goblins. The woods to the North of here looked like they are used for harvesting firewood and some logging.

He grunted his gratitude and spoke to Roland. "Give us a minute." He turned his attention to Runt. "See if you can find it?"

The dorg grunted and loped silently into the trees.

Flayer absently pulled Lenya close to him, one hand on her ass, as he surveyed the fields and the wood. Having her body pressed against him helped calm the low-grade rage/irritation but had the exact opposite effect on his lust. His erection was painful.

"There's no way to defeat these people," he mused. "Too many. Too organized. Too productive. We could slaughter them all and steal everything they have and they'd come back in a generation and fertilize their fields with our bodies." So how did the goblin survive? Did Great Dart have a plan? He worked with them as allies. Was cooperation the answer? If it was the answer then they were in trouble because goblins cooperated about as well as... cats.

Runt emerged from the woods and gestured for them to follow. Flayer leaned in to bite Lenya's throat and gave her ass a promissary squeeze before he released her and followed. Roland, somewhat surprisingly, followed after Lenya. Maybe not so suprisingly.

The nests were well hidden and well built, each large enough to stand in, if you were a goblin, a dorg, or a small half-elf. Roland had to bend his head considerably.

"Not bad at all," he commented, obviously impressed. "I pictured... well."

"Holes in the ground? Bones and shit and flies?" Flayer said.

"Holes in the ground," Roland allowed. "It would be crowded for all of us in here. I'll go next door I think." He shuffled a little awkwardly out the door.

Flayer turned on Lenya, advancing on her with hunger in his eyes. She backed away slowly, eyes darting from side to side like cornered prey, and his hungry grin deepened. She gasped when her rump hit the back wall and giggled as he charged her, teeth fastening at her throat, savagely growling. She sighed deeply, her arms wrapping around him, one leg lifting curl around his hip.

"Command me, Master," she moaned.

Flayer's hands pushed up under her garment finding a soft breast, squeezing more than he intended too as his lust degraded his bodily control. He snarled and pushed the garment up and over her head, leaving the rope around her waist. He kissed her, tongue forcing into her mouth. She whimpered in response, opening herself to him, sucking at him. Her hands were at his loincloth, stroking, pulling his flesh from within so she could thrust her hips at it.

He pulled back from her, pinning her against the wall for a moment, and smiled broadly, lewdly, at her. "That's my Lenya," he growled, praising her with the best words he knew before pressing against her, into her. Her high pitched moan vibrated through him and her hot sex felt as though it would scald him. He buried himself to the hilt within her and his jealous hands moved possessively across her body and his growling desire merged with her moans and filled the space as Runt huffed in resignation and tried to sleep.
 
Roland was impressed with Flayer. He was different than the other Goblins he had dealt with. First off, none of the others had a pet.. Dog? Wolf? Worg? Whatever that thing was. But it was obedient to Flayer and Roland got the sense that they communicated somehow. It was more like the Beast was a friend than a pet. This was something he had never seen before. Of course Humans had dogs, but this was vastly, vastly different.

Never mind the woman, Lenya. Roland, from his brief interaction with her, could see that she was intelligent, witty, and so stunningly beautiful. He had never seen anyone like her. He'd seen Elves of course, and plenty of Human women of course, but her, her beauty was breathtaking. Roland knew part of that was her mind. And an underlying strength. She had killed a Great Goblin. One that no one else, and many a warrior had tried, had even gotten close enough to attempt to kill. She had to be cunning as well. And that only heightened the attraction for Roland.

Why would she allow herself to be enslaved to a Goblin? Roland had known nothing of the "plan" to kill Great-Pike, but then again, being enslaved to Flayer had not been part of the plan anyway. Even Lenya herself did not fully understand WHY she felt as she did with Flayer, only that she trusted him, that she understood what he was to her and that, again, he had never treated her as worthless or dirty. In fact, he treated her the exact opposite.... He risked his own life in staying near Great-Pike's lair, and in attacking and killing Knuckles. She did not even realize he and Runt had killed the other Goblins that had been sent to hunt her down.

The moment they were alone in the den for the night, having reached Traskerton, Flayer advanced on Lenya, backing her to the wall of the den. His fangs to her throat, his claws possessively grasping at her, and his cock, hard, thick, pushing inside her welcoming, tight, grasp of her sex. She wrapping herself around him, one leg curling around his hip, her back arching against the wall she was pinned against. His tongue invading and claiming her mouth... It was more than clear his arousal had been building for some time.

This was not an easy, laid back mating. Flayer thrust his hips hard and fast, driving his length, balls deep, in and out of the searing wetness of her pussy. So hard, and so deep that Lenya had to break the kiss to cry out, her voice lifting to echo into the den, her moans matching the rhythm of his driving hips. This mingled with his growls and the wet slapping sound of their bodies coming together, over and over again. Her sex gripped him, pulling at him, massaging every inch of his pulsing cock as he took her.

And Roland could hear it all. In fact, if he leaned against the adjoining wall of the den he had taken, he could feel it as well. He had pondered going into town and just procuring a room with a bed for himself and meeting them in the morning, and in fact, was about to do that when he heard Lenya and then Flayer, when he heard her cries and his groans and the sounds of bodies fucking, and fucking hard.

It was too much for him and he left the den for a bit, opting to go into town and have a quick drink. He'd sleep in the den, why waste the coin, it was just like camping out and he had a sleeping bag. But he needed that drink...

Lenya and Flayer continued against the wall until her keening cries escalated, her body approaching a shattering climax. Her pussy clamped down around him, spasming, pulsating with every wild fast beat of her heart. She threw back her head, offering her throat to Flayer and when she felt him bite down, her body exploded, her orgasm ripping through her hard, fast, and as deep as his cock was plunging into her. She shook, violently in his embrace, her breaths coming in harsh gasps as she cried out his name... "Flayyyyyerrrrrrr"... the pleasure, the fire, roared through her, every nerve ending jolting, every muscle tensing. Her cunt spilled out her slick heated fluids, soaking him, flooding over his cock as he rocked into her one final time and himself, jetted out his orgasm in thick, heated reams of his seed, mixing with her own climax and spilling out of her, around his still deeply embedded cock. Lenya could feel his own convulsions inside her as he emptied his balls into her, and slowly, as their strength waned, they both slid down the wall of the den until they were laying on the floor, she still shuddering, trembling, beneath him....

Both lay there for many minutes as their respective orgasms shook through each of them and finally released them. With a low growl of approval, Flayer crawled over to where Runt lay, pulling Lenya with him, to sleep.

Lenya snuggled a bit before whispering..."I need to go outside for a moment" He knew that meant she needed to answer the call of nature and nodded his permission, his eyes already closing...

Lenya kissed Flayer on the cheek, slipped her covering back on, and made her way outside into the moonlight. It was not a lie, she did need to answer the call of nature and she did so, taking the opportunity to wash herself a bit in the little stream that ran closeby. She was careful not to strip naked, being so close to humans, she knew it was better that she not be seen completely naked, even though what she wore did not cover much, it was something.

Lastly she took a deep drink, cupping her hands to capture the water, splashing the cooling moisture on her still flush cheeks as she drank.

To be continued....
 
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Roland had gotten his drink in town, nothing more than an ale. They still had a long way to go tomorrow and being hung over from drinking too much would not do him any good.

He also rejected the advances of a couple of the whores in the Tavern. Not that they were not attractive, they were for the most part. And Roland was in fact, very horny. But he could not get Lenya out of his mind and neither of the whores could hold a candle to her and her beauty. Roland had bedded his share of whores. Most men did when they were not attached. It was, well, the norm.

But nope. He was not interested.

What he had planned on doing was heading back to the den and taking care of business himself. Of course, this too was the norm among most men.

So once he had finished his ale, he headed back to the den to take care of himself, thinking of Flayer's slave of course, and then get some sleep. He figured they would be asleep as well by this point. He certainly did not want to have to listen again. While it would help him get himself off, it would also escalate his arousal.

Lenya, in the meantime, was enjoying some alone time in the moonlight. She was relaxed, just sitting near the small stream, enjoying the quiet, hearing nothing more than the usual nighttime bugs and night dwellers.

Roland, although quieter than some humans when tramping through the woods, was not silent and Lenya heard him approaching. He was a bit surprised to find her sitting outside on her own. He guessed it was true what the others told him, she had no desire to be free of her Goblin Master. She was making no attempt to flee now, that was for sure.

She turned and smiled at their guide. "I thought you were asleep" she mused as she looked back up at the moon.

Roland sat down next to her... "I needed a drink" he said hoarsely, already his cock was bitterly complaining at him, hard, throbbing...

"yeah, me too" she answered back as she nodded toward the stream.

"Gods you are beautiful" Roland finally admitted, gazing at her. "Why... why do you let a Goblin... do that to you.. when you could have any man you wanted?"

Lenya blinked at him. She was not about to discuss her experiences being a half blood with Roland, who for the most part was a stranger.

"That... is none of your business" she answered, drawing her legs up and under her chin, wrapping her arms around them... "Why do you even care?"

Roland growled, his voice deepening "Because I want you" he stated and he lunged at her.

Lenya was quick, but not quite quick enough. She had not thought that Roland would attempt anything like this. And she herself was tired, so he caught her a bit off guard. She tried to roll away from him, and cry out to Flayer, but Roland was fast and determined and managed to get her to her back and straddle her, his hand clamping tightly over her mouth.

"I can't believe you would let a Goblin fuck you and not want a MAN to fuck you!!!!" he kept his voice hushed as he spoke.... Lenya could hear his lust in his voice even when he was whispering and she could certainly feel his lust in the hardness of his cock.

Roland reached down and unfastened his pants....

Lenya's eyes widened. He was going to....

That was when, as she struggled beneath him, she brushed her fingers along her dagger, still strapped to her thigh. Instinct kicked in and she drew the dagger, slicing quickly and easily across Roland's wrist, his hand coming free of her mouth, just as his other hand had wrapped around his cock and was about to push inside her pussy. His high pitched scream cut through the woods, and Lenya kicked him off of her, rolling herself free.

She was on him like a tiger on a deer, her own vicious growls overriding his whimpering screams. He kicked out at her and did get her in the belly, knocking the air out of her, but she was savage now, fighting off the pain and pouncing on him, her dagger raised... "I'll fucking KILL YOU" she hissed... "How dare YOU ASSUME... how DARE YOU try without permission... HOW FUCKING DARE YOU... FUCKING BASTARD... I'll KILL YOU..."

She was about to plunge the dagger into his throat, when she heard Flayer's voice...

"LENYA!!!!"...

That was all he had to say... She froze, shaking, but not moving... a snap of his clawed fingers and she rolled off Roland, crawling, with the dagger in her teeth, to Flayers feet, trembling...
 
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Runt's growl woke Flayer a moment before his instincts snapped his eyes open.

"What?" he whispered.

Runt growled again, indicating something was wrong with Lenya.

Rage welled up in Flayer and only long, long practice kept it in check. "Humans?" he asked.

Runt sniffed and growled distastefully.

"Get behind him," Flayer ordered and stood launching himself out of the nest with daggers in hand. Outside he saw Roland draw back, screaming, and then fly off of Lenya.

"I'll fucking KILL YOU" she hissed... "How dare YOU ASSUME... how DARE YOU try without permission... HOW FUCKING DARE YOU... FUCKING BASTARD... I'll KILL YOU..." She straddled him, dagger raised.

"LENYA!!!!" he commanded, and she froze, dagger poised.

He sheathed his daggers and snapped his fingers, a sound like the breaking of a branch in the sudden quiet.

Lenya rolled off the human and put the dagger between her teeth. With a glare at the human she crawled to his feet and to his touch, his hand reaching down to stroke her trembling body, to calm her through the adrenaline and rage.

"Good girl, Lenya," he growled.

He transferred his attention to Roland, the human was on his knees, bloody hand clasped against his body, rising.

"If you stand up my brother will kill you," he promised.

"Your brother?" Roland asked, confused.

Runt growled behind him and Roland froze, settling himself on his knees.

Flayer stroked Lenya's hair, calming her, calming himself.

"Killing you would make the rest of the trip more difficult. That's the only reason you're not dead. The only reason."

"She's just a slave. She cut a free man! I demand you punish her!" Roland blurted.

"And any man may rape a human slave?" he asked mildly, stroking, calming, Lenya was the only thing preventing Roland's death.

"Yes," Roland replied.

Flayer saw the lie even through the rage.

"Then find a human slave to rape. If you raped goblin fuckmeat without permission you'd eat your balls before you died. And Lenya, she's different. She's special. Lenya?"

"Yes, Master?" Lenya growled, sheathing her dagger.

Flayer was taken aback for a moment by the very goblin tone of her response. Surprised. Proud. He stroked her hair. "If this human touches you again without my permission, kill him. Slowly."

He could feel her trembling beneath his hand and stroked her again.

"Yes, Master," she hissed.

"You should bind that wound," he advised Roland. "Lenya's blade is sharp. I've lost track of the number of goblins she's killed with it. Runt will keep a watch tonight to ensure we're safe. And that you don't run off. We'll go to Big Grange at first light."

"That's it. We're done here?" Roland asked.

"Until we get to Big Grange and you go home," Flayer replied. "Alive," he added.

Roland moved as if to rise and then thought better of it and crawled towards the entrance to a nest.

Runt trotted over and sat down next to them. When Roland disappeared into the nest he started to chuckle and leaned down to headbutt Lenya and talk at her.

"Yeah, she is a pretty good goblin," Flayer said, his voice shaking with adrenaline but dripping with pride. He reached down and, with a finger beneath her chin, raised her up and kissed her hard.

"You okay out here for the night?" he asked Runt as he broke the kiss with Lenya.

The dorg talked and whuffed.

"You don't know we're going to fuck," he protested. "And the forest is pretty loud. Listen to those crickets," he pointed out.

Runt stared at him.

"Whatever," Flayer dismissed him. "Lenya, bed," he ordered, still shaking. Maybe a little fucking *was* the best way to burn it off. And then sleep with Lenya curled up with him when it all burned off.
 
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