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

[RainingHeat]

Lenya's entire body was a taut as a bowstring. Tense and trembling. The stroke of Flayer's claws into and through her long golden hair began to calm her slightly, she leaning into his touch.

She listened to the exchange between Roland and Flayer, which only strengthened her bond to Flayer...

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

Lenya growled at his words, the sound nearly feral.

"And any man may rape a human slave?" Flayer asked mildly, stroking, calming..

"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...."

Flayer surely felt Lenya's reaction to those words. She nearly purred as she looked up at him and, the dagger slipping from her lips into her hand, she smiled at him...

"Lenya?"

"yesss Master" Her voice gravitated between seductive purr and a dangerous growl, she actually licking clean her dagger of the blood, much like a Goblin would do and then sheathing it easily...

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, turning her crystal clear eyes to Roland. She would kill him if he so much as touched her with a fingertip, unless Flayer gave permission. It only cemented the fact that she indeed was fully and totally his.

"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."

Under her breath she stated "I've killed 4 so far"

"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 made his way to a den a several feet away from where Flayer and Lenya. He was grumbling to himself, making note to himself that he would surely tell his Goblin Representative and have this bought up before Great-Dart if he had to. He shot a look over to Flayer and Lenya just as his claw slid beneath her chin, lifting her head to claim her mouth in a hard, deep, possessive kiss.

Runt ambled over with a huff and head butted her as she broke the kiss with Flayer.

"You a pretty Goblin" he teased, licking her face with his wet tongue.

"Runt!!!" her voice was once more light and smooth as she teased with the Dorg. "You have the worst breath, eeesssshhhh" but even as she said that, she hugged his large head..

"Lenya, bed" came Flayer's command and Lenya kissed Runt on the nose before crawling after Flayer to the den. Between the hard fucking he had given her and her adrenalin at Roland's advance, she was exhausted.

Once in the den, Flayer gently pushed her to her back. "You managed to keep your dagger this time.. Just as I commanded... Reward time" he snarled at her, his eyes alight with lust and pride. Pushing her legs apart, before she could protest, not that she would, his head was between her thighs, long, slick tongue beginning a slow, languid lapping of the soft, pink folds of her pussy. Lenya let her head fall back, her body quiver as she gave in to the sensation he sent racing through her every blood vessel, every nerve. He feasted on her, driving his tongue deep into the sweetness of her sex, feeling the tight heat, tasting the hot honey that was her body's reaction to what he was doing to her. He held her down as her hips bucked and her body writhed.. She was crying out, gripping the grass and leaves that she lay upon... "please... PLEASE FLAYER" she begged as his tongue dove deeper into her... just as he looked up and flicked a claw against her throbbing clit.... "Look at me ..." Those words, those 3 words would always wind around her, encircling her, bringing her closer to him.. "Cum for me my Lenya!" he then commanded with an almost evil grin, his fangs showing. And Lenya did, she biting into her lower lip to keep from screaming out at the top of her lungs. Her body heaved and shook as she came, Flayer eagerly drinking from her, the sweetness and heat that was her submission to him....

And Roland, even being several feet away, in another den, could still hear Lenya passion filled cries. His good hand wrapped around his hard cock, imagining that it was him that was pounding into her, his cock filling her wet pussy, that he was the one she was crying out to, an he too exploded, his own seed coating his good hand....

 

[Otto26]

Flayer accepted her heaving, trembling submission, lapping wetly at her cunt. His tongue, his lips, his chin, and her thighs were coated in her honey. He pressed his tongue against her swollen nub and her trembling moved them against each other and her breathing quickened again, the trembling taking control and driving her towards another orgasm.

"Master. Flayer. Master. Flayer. Master. Flayer," she gasped, hands reaching for him, head thrown back.

He slowly slid two fingers inside her and, as he curled the tips to press up and pull back, dragging slowly across her sensitive patch, her words became a gasp, which slid into a whine, which exploded in a scream and her body went rigid.

Flayer chuckled hungrily, evilly, against her, licking and stroking until her eyes began to roll back and then backing off, letting her finally draw in a few desperate lungfuls of air. He pushed himself forward, withdrawing his fingers from her, inching up her body, sucking hard at a breast in passing, until he looked down on her flushed face and wild, slightly unfocused eyes and his cock was buried in her.

He took her hair in one hand and shook her head, trying to focus her attention. She was trying, eyes searching for him.

"Look at me," he softly growled, and she did, eyes snapping into focus on his.

He began to move then, hips pumping and sliding his erection in and out of her. Each thrust was hard enough to shake her breasts, to jar her body. He didn't say 'mine' because he didn't have to. Their bodies and their eyes said it with each thrust, growl, and moan. She lifted her breasts to him, wrapped her legs around him, kissed at his neck and chest, stroked and clawed at his back, seeming almost desperate to serve his pleasure. And when he stiffened and his cum began to pour into her body it was if he'd spurred her and her efforts redoubled.

At length he lay atop her, slowly softening, while she moved weakly beneath him and around him and he found her lips and kissed her, savoring this other taste of her, this other intimacy, until her soft body and the beating of her heart lulled him to sleep atop, and within, her.

***

It was past dawn when he awoke and he would have slept longer if Lenya hadn't been playing with his cock. He looked down to she her tracing it with finger tips, with her lips, and with her tongue. When she sensed his eyes on her she smiled impishly, an almost goblin smile, and, her eyes locked on his, ran her tongue up the length of him while her soft hand caressed his balls.

He appreciated every layer of her action: her submission, her aggression, the affectionate malice of her teasing. His growl returned that affection and promised that he would make her 'suffer' for her impudence. Later.

"Later," he said, reaching down to pull her up and place his teeth against her throat, a slight-shaking of his head implying that he was ripping it out. He found that his hand was on her ass, squeezing, and he pulled it off, giving her a sharp slap before he pushed her away.

"Later," he repeated. "I want to get to the colony and..." 'safety' wasn't the right word, "establish some familiarity," he finished. "I'll feel safer with goblins around us than humans."

He gathered his belongings and rose.

"You'll keep the bow," he informed Lenya. "Don't forget your dagger," he teased as he walked out into the light, pulling his sunblockers on.

Runt was laying down, watching Roland. The human, one hand heavily bandaged, was sitting by a tree and watching Runt warily.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Flayer told Roland. The human looked surprised at his words. "Lenya wore me out," Flayer slid the verbal knife in and twisted it. Roland's expression indicated he'd made a good thrust.

"We'll be at Big Grange by nightfall," he said, a little tightly. "There will be more people today."

Flayer grunted noncomittally, simply indicating he'd heard Roland.

Lenya hurried over and Runt rose to his feet.

"Let's go," Flayer said.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Look at me," he softly growled, and she did, eyes snapping into focus on his.

And again, those words held so much meaning to her.

And when he began to move, slowly thrusting his long, hard cock into and out of her soaking wet, grasping, hungry sex, she moved with him. Her body and his moved as one, she wrapping herself around him and he around her, lips caressing, hands grasping, nails and claws raking skin, and still the constant, rhythmic motion of his hips and body plunging into hers over and over again, until his balls spasmed and began to jet his seed into her, filling her even as she climaxed once more, mingling her own passion and fire with his ... Until they lay, spent, gasping, exhausted, upon the bed of leaves that covered the ground. The weight of him comforting, the feel if him still inside her.. was wanted.. needed... and she fell into a deep sleep....

She awoke before him. And she was in a playful mood. She appreciated Flayer more than she realized and after the incident with Roland, knowing that Flayer had her back and would keep her safe, never mind her sex with him th night prior, her mood was greatly improved... So she decided to awaken the still snoring Goblin by gently massaging and stimulating his cock and balls...

It had the desired effect, rousing him out of his sleep with a low growl....

"Sleepy head" she whispered into his ear as he pulled her off him with a low growl of "Later", his teeth raking her marked throat, gripping lightly and shaking, the sensation sending chills down her spine...

"Later," he repeated. "I want to get to the colony and.....establish some familiarity, I'll feel safer with goblins around us than humans."

He gathered his belongings and rose.

"You'll keep the bow," he informed Lenya. "Don't forget your dagger," he teased as he walked out into the light, pulling his sunblockers on.

Lenya stuck her tongue out at him as she pulled on the slight leather cover he was allowing her to wear, sheathed her dagger and with the bow and quiver over her shoulder, she made her way out into the sunshine.

Whereas Goblins hated the sun, she loved it, and she paused to stretch languidly in the sunlight, the leather skin cover she wore danced over her curves as she arched back a bit, arms over her head, head back, face to the sun. The light wound around her like a golden ribbon, caressing the markings on her throat, lightly kissing the curves of her breasts, falling over the round of her ass where the leather bared the skin...

She heard Flayer speaking to Roland... "Sorry to keep you waiting, Lenya wore me out"

It was clear by Roland's reaction, his face was quite expressive, that the words hit hard. His eyes flitted over to where Lenya was stretching in the sun, she hearing what Flayer said but showing no reaction to it...

Truth be told, this was the first time Roland felt hatred toward a Goblin. In the past, he pretty much accepted them. He did not deal much with them and the ones he saw never bothered him. But the image of that beast atop the beauty that was that Elven girl, mixed blood or not, just did not sit well with him. The marks on her throat, the fact she was kept nearly naked... he had to shake his head to get the image out of his mind.. again...

"We'll be at Big Grange by nightfall," he said, a little tightly. "There will be more people today."

With a "Let's go" from Flayer, they set off.

Roland was right, there were more people, more populated settlements that they encountered as they travelled. As before, they stuck to the forest shadows as much as they could, Runt staying deepest in the wood. Humans around here were somewhat used to seeing Goblins, but Wolves/Worgs/Dorgs no so much and the last thing Flayer wanted was a barrage of arrows raining down on them because of their fear of the unknown in Runt...

Lenya was a bit self conscious at being seen, not because she was a slave, but because she was so scantily clad. But there was nothing she could do. But she made sure to keep more toward the woods, keeping Roland and Flayer between her and the settlements they passed.

There were farmers who pointed and stared. And traveling merchants they encountered, who also stared. It was so painfully obvious it was Lenya being there that was the attraction. That was the one thing most had not seen, the female "Fuckmeat" "Slaves" of Goblins. Very few had, and the ones that had were either Warriors, or Merchants trading with the Goblins. The normal farmer or village or town dweller would not have seen any Goblins themselves, let alone Goblin Slaves. And if or when they had, they were chained or being transported for sale on poles. Lenya was... a curiosity.

"Most have never seen a willing slave" Roland finally said. Hell, he had never seen one either. But as they passed more settlements with more people... He finally explained why so many stared. Some thought maybe she was Roland's slave. It was rare, but it happened.

As the day wore on, they came to a larger river. Lenya thought maybe this was the river that fed the waterfall she knew so well, but was not sure. But the fact they were at fresh water was a relief and Flayer allowed her a quick bathe and drink while they sat for a bite to eat before continuing. There was quite a large town nearby...

"Northridge" Roland identified it. "Sister town to Southridge, to the.. South of here, closer to Great-Dart's lair"...He spoke to Flayer, but his eyes were glued on Lenya in the water. Her naked form was spectacular when wet, and she certainly know how to enjoy the water. She was quite the swimmer, which she demonstrated as she relaxed, and when Runt joined her at the far side of the river, close to where he could hide if needed, he almost laughed himself watching her play with the wicked looking Dorg....

"She is ....." Roland had not even realized he spoke....

"Special... and Mine" Flayer growled back, watching the two in the water before whistling to summon Lenya back... to which she immediately turned and swam to shore, Runt whining a bit as he moved into the shadows to shake himself dry...

Roland stared as she used an old rabbit fur to dry herself, she lastly combing her slender fingers through her long, golden hair, settling on her knees beside Flayer, her dagger back upon her thigh, her leather shift cover now clinging to her still slightly damp curves, a soft low moaning sound escaping her lips at the feel of Flayer's claws possessively raking thru her still wet hair....

"We will....ahem"... Roland stammered before continuing..."be at Dart's Goblin Colony by nightfall" .... Roland knew he's have to spend the night there before heading back home. He hoped that maybe he could find a slave to use. He'd never been to a Goblin Lair or Colony or any kind of settlement before, but he knew from others that there were females there, females for use... and he desperately needed to use one...

 

[Otto26]

The fields seemed to stretch on forever and, unlike the moors and steppes of the North, there were no gullies and ravines to hide in. Stone fences and stone structures crossed the landscape but they felt alien to Flayer. The first aqueduct amazed him, a water wheel driven by the river lifting water up high to be carried to the fields. The second and third ones scared him. He'd thought the bow of Great Dart to be an amazing construct, but it was a toy compared to the stone canals. More than just the scale of the projects disturbed him, though. The humans had organized to build these. And to maintain them. A crew working on the third one had stopped to stare at them as they walked through. You couldn't organize goblins for sustained efforts like this.

"Reshaping the earth," he muttered to himself. Runt butted his head against Flayer to get him moving again.

Runt had had to come out in the open. There simply wasn't enough forest to hide in. He trudged along the narrow road alongside them, now. Roland had suggested a collar. Roland had come very close to dying, though he didn't know it.

Big Grange revealed it's presence through it's fires, first. Columns of thin smoke rose and mingled, forming a dark finger that pointed down from the sky to the location of the town. When they drew close enough to see the town itself Flayer felt strangely more at ease. It was encircled by a wall, tall stone foundations topped by a high, wooden palisade. There were buildings outside the walls, built low to the ground and scattered about, as well as pastures and ponds. Three tall towers crowded side by side in the center, obvious fortifications which commanded the town. Buildings rose three stories high inside and crowded together. Flayer felt as though he'd be safer once he was inside. He recognized a warren when he saw one. Big Grange would have shadows and passageways and cellars and places to hide and lurk. A goblin could be safe in there.

"Big Grange," Roland pronounced. He'd found a kind of bigoted satisfaction in knowing things that Flayer did not and exhibited his superiority with ready explanations. "The towers in the center are the granaries where the grain from the surrounding countryside is collected for shipment downriver to the marshlands. From there it goes as far as the Dwarftops."

Flayer considered the breadth of the world this human considered familiar and almost despaired. Almost. Goblins would find a way in this world. Great Dart was already expanding the reach of the goblin; wasn't he, Flayer, walking into a human town with a dorg and his Lenya? If that could happen, then anything could happen. Maybe he'd even go to the marshlands. Or the Dwarftops.

The guards at the gate were, apparently, not disturbed to see a goblin. Nor were they surprised to see an Elven slave. Lenya's lack of a collar was a novelty though they admired the mark about her neck and warned Flayer that it would be his own fault if she covered the mark and escaped. Flayer thanked them for their warning and didn't bother to try and explain Lenya. They furnished them with directions to the colony and welcomed them. That, most of all, filled Flayer with wonder.

The interior of the town was as he'd pictured it. The buildings crowded closely together and leaned out over the streets forming a shadowed maze of passageways. It stank of mud and shit and the aromatics that tried to cover up the first two smells and the streets were crowded. That didn't present an obstacle to their movement, however. The evening crowds seemed to melt away at the sight of Runt, all eyes following them along their way. Including some hangers-on that were trailing behind them.

"Why are they following us?" Flayer hissed at Roland.

"I don't know," the human replied. "But they don't seem upset in any way. Just, curious."

The directions brought them to a building in a more rundown area. A cluster of bones, animal bones to Flayer's eye, hung outside the door. He looked over at Lenya.

"The Throne of Bone," she supplied, reading the script.

The ground floor to the Throne of Bone had stone floors and a low, for humans, ceiling of wood beams that had been stained black by wood smoke from oil lamps that lit the dark interior. Small round tables and stools were scattered about the space, about half of them occupied by humans. A small man, who Flayer had to look at twice to assure himself was a human and not a goblin, stood behind a bar made of planks laid on top of barrels and gave sharp orders to fuckmeat. They were naked, they were collared, they were marked, and they were Elves. And they were pregnant. Flayer paused at that. Great Dart's lair had a lot of pregnant fuckmeat, but mostly human. Elves were difficult to breed. Half-breeds, of course, couldn't be bred at all. But here were four pregnant elfmeat slaves.

"Breeds-a-lot," he muttered.

"We weren't expecting anyone from the lair," a voice close by said.

Flayer turned his head and spotted a cluster of tables to the left, in a pool of darkness. They were lower to the ground than the rest of the furniture, sized for goblins. And a goblin was sitting at one of the tables. Flayer had to look twice at the goblin to assure himself that he really was a goblin. He was tall for a goblin and his features were less sharp, less defined. A half-breed, Flayer realized. And the goblin was dressed in a very human fashion, though there were differences. His pants were leggings combined with a loincloth, for example.

He gestured and Flayer approached.

"I'm Book," the goblin introduced himself.

"Flayer," Flayer said. "And Runt, and my Lenya, and our guide, Roland."

"A dorg! Hello, brother. And..." his eyes swept over Lenya, taking in the mark around her neck, the garment, the mark on her thigh, but also the bow and the dagger strapped to her other thigh. "Is your Lenya fuckmeat?"

Flayer started to turn his head toward her but she was already dropping to her knees.

"Yes," he replied.

"Another interesting story to be told," Book said with obvious pleasure. "And you? Do you have a story to tell?" he asked Roland.

"I'm just the guide. Brought them South from the border. I'm done now. Going to get a drink and a woman," Roland stammered.

"Micah!" Book called. The bartender looked up from the rush of people coming into the bar, all the gawkers who'd been following them, Flayer realized, and Book gestured at Roland. "Feed him drinks." He produced a gold coin and tossed it at the human. "And thanks from the lair of Great Dart for your courtesy."

Roland caught the coin and looked at for a moment before backing away into the crowd.

Book watched him go and then gestured at a stool. "He was injured. Did you have problems on the way?"

Flayer sat down. Lenya settled herself next to him on the floor and he reached down to stroke her hair and cheek, grounding himself on her touchstone.

"Lenya had to teach him some manners," he growled.

Book's eyes swept over Lenya, hungry and appreciative, but also appraising. "I've never seen armed fuckmeat," he commented. "I've seen fuckmeat without collars, of course, but not for long."

"Lenya is willing fuckmeat," Flayer started and then stopped. "But that doesn't really describe her. She's my Lenya."

Book nodded thoughtfully. "And the dorg?"

"Runt. My brother," Flayer said, eyes watching Book carefully.

"Another half-breed," Book said cheerfully. "Welcome to you, too, brother. This fuss," he gestured at the crowd forming in the bar, "is for you. No one here has seen your like before."

Runt looked over at the crowd, at Book, and then at Flayer and talked.

Flayer frowned at Runt and then looked over at Book a little sheepishly. "He wants to know if he's allowed to fuck their dogs. He smelled several bitches in heat on the way here."

"Not if they're confined. Not even in a yard. Any on the street are fair game," Book replied.

Flayer was impressed with Book's tone. He was matter of fact, treating Runt as an equal.

"But we need to go over all the rules before you run off." He looked at Flayer. "You came down from the North? Not from the lair?"

Flayer nodded. "It's a long story. Making it short: I took Lenya North with other fuckmeat Great Dart was selling. He was hers, then. I sold her to Great Pike and then went to steal her for myself. She killed Great Pike and I... captured her. We came this way to avoid those that might want to kill or steal her. I plan to go back to the lair from here."

 

[Otto26]

"Okay," Book said. "You should probably wait until Breeds-a-lot gets back before you go. He might want you to escort some cargo or merchants. He should be back in a day or two. And since I'm in charge in his absence I will fill you in on what's going on here and how you fit in."

He gestured at the room around them. "This is the Throne of Bone. Named for," he pointed to the corner where an enormous pile of bones formed a goblin throne. Most of the bones were animal, but the skulls of at least eight goblins could be seen in it.

"When Great Dart and Stab-Gut defeated the Dark Elves and made their escape they found themselves near Big Grange. Big Grange was suffering from Goblins, at the time. Great Dart defeated the goblins and marched up to the walls of Big Grange with Stab-Gut carrying the skulls of the goblins. After some negotiations they citizens of Big Grange allowed Great Dart inside the town and he took up residence here. A goblin, and his followers and fuckmeat, were interesting and a lot of people came to see the goblin. Which made Micah, the owner, a lot of money and very happy. So happy, in fact, that he added to the throne. People would come to see it even when Great Dart wasn't present. After more negotiation this building became a recognized colony. It's a human term for a building where foreigners live. There aren't many foreigners in Big Grange, which is only a medium-sized town by human standards, but there are goblins." He paused, looking Flayer over and assessing his reaction.

Flayer was dumbstruck. Great Dart had made Goblins Human! Did the inhabitants of Big Grange realize this? If this was just a typical town then... probably not. If Goblins had the same legal status as Humans.... He could go anywhere in human lands!

Book smiled. "You understand. Good. Not every goblin in the lair can see. The basement belongs to us and we nest there. The ground floor is the bar and Micah makes his money, which Great Dart gets a share of, from the people who come to see the fuckmeat," he gestured at the pregnant elf that hurried over with two horn cups and pitcher which she carefully set on the table. Book dismissed her with finger gesture and she hurried away. "And the throne, and the goblins," he continued. "The upper stories are rented to humans. They call them prostitutes. They will fuck in exchange for money. Sort of like fuckmeat, but not. If you want to fuck them you have to ask and agree upon a price."

Flayer, who had already made the mental leap of incorporating Lenya into his reality, was prepared to accept this and nodded his understanding.

"Most of the free prostitutes in town live here. For reasons. Elsewhere in town they have human fuckmeat you can rent. The guards of the city are welcome in here but they don't enforce the human laws unless we ask them to. Here we apply lair law. Great Dart's law. No unapproved killing and no one hurts Micah, the fuckmeat, or the prostitutes."

Flayer nodded. "We can do that, Book. I have to ask, though, how are the fuckmeat all pregnant? I mean, Elves."

Book nodded. "It's the wizard potions. Breeds-a-lot does well for himself here and he can afford to buy the potions and bribe the trios. Feed your fuckmeat a potion and then fill her to the brim with seed and you'll get goblin whelps. Some of the humans," he looked around and gestured at a pregnant human woman sitting at a table with two other women, "will even give you whelps. For a price. We ship those potions to the lair, now. And Breeds-a-lot sort of overdid it. All these fuckmeat are going to have to go back to the lair to whelp. He didn't think about that."

'Did you?' Flayer wondered. Half-breeds were supposed to be smart as well as cunning. Had Book seen that sending fuckmeat back to the lair meant sending trios back to the lair? That would leave a smart half-breed in a good position. It was all he could do not to smirk knowingly; goblins admired cunning maneuvering.

A human walked over to the table and caught Book's attention. "Yes?"

"Book, the townmeat are wondering about the worg. They've never seen one."

"So, neither have you," Book replied.

"Is there anything it wants?" the human asked.

Book looked at Flayer. Flayer shrugged. "A bitch in heat?" he suggested.

The human hesitated.

"A dog," Book clarified. "A big dog."

Runt's ears perked up.

"Right. Thank you, Book," the human hurried away. Flayer could see that his clothing was substantially the same as that worn by Book.

"'Townmeat'?" he asked.

Book grinned. "Some of the humans want to be goblins. Most of them are just playing. But the prostitutes will pretend to be fuckmeat for them, for a price."

"That's," Flayer began, unable to finish the statement. It was a total reversal of power dynamics.

"I know," Book chortled. "But oh, how the money rolls in."

Flayer cocked his head to one side.

"A human song," Book explained. "It means we profit from their play. So we tolerate it, and help it a little. Your job here is mostly to be a safe goblin. And keep the colony ordered and safe." He looked intently at Flayer, seeking understanding and confirmation.

Flayer nodded his head. "We'll do that, Book."

"We," Book repeated. "You and Runt and Lenya?"

Flayer nodded again.

"Interesting. I'd like to learn more about Lenya," he said.

Flayer stroked Lenya's cheek and smiled; he enjoyed showing off Lenya.

"Get up on the table and dance for us, Lenya," he ordered, taking the bow from her and laying it next to him.

 

[RainingHeat]

Throughout the entire exchange, Lenya had remained silent. She observed, watching, listening, remembering. She let her eyes move from person to person, human, elven, goblin, half bloods, fuckmeat, pregnant females, the barkeep Micah, Book, back to Runt and Flayer. It had been a long time since she was in a place so filled with people, so many people. And more were coming in. She could hear the whispers about the armed "fuckmeat". Could hear the talk about her, Flayer and Runt. And their guide, injured Roland. They were quite popular. And it was not just the Goblins and Humans talking, the females, fuckmeat, prostitutes, pregnant or not, were also whispering about the Goblin, Dorg, and armed Slave.

Book seemed like an ordinary Goblin, well half blood. It was obvious with him. Breeds-A-Lot, she had yet to see or meet him, but heard his name mentioned a lot. She was leery of a Goblin that indiscriminately impregnated humans and elves. It created more half bloods. She, of course had nothing against a half blood, but others... were not so tolerant as she well knew. And what happened with the babes? She was more than curious, but stayed silent.

"Book, the townmeat are wondering about the worg. They've never seen one."

Lenya suppressed a smile at that. Of course they hadn't. Runt was more rare than she was...

"So, neither have you," Book replied.

"Is there anything it wants?" the human asked.

Book looked at Flayer. Flayer shrugged. "A bitch in heat?" he suggested.

The human hesitated.

"A dog," Book clarified. "A big dog."

"Or a Bitch Dire Wolf" Lenya added half under her breath, to which Runt chuckled and his ears perked up

"Right. Thank you, Book," the human hurried away.

"Look's like your gonna get lucky" Lenya silently said to the Dorg with a wink and with that, Runt headed out behind the Tavern, his nose already telling him that there was a female close by in heat. "BE EASY on her" Lenya chastised as the Dorg disappeared...

She lost track of the conversation Flayer was having with Book, until she heard her name again...

"Interesting. I'd like to learn more about Lenya," Book said.

Flayer stroked Lenya's cheek and smiled, she leaning into the touch, eyes closing for a moment.. It was obvious to Book that he enjoyed showing off Lenya.

"Get up on the table and dance for us, Lenya," Flayer ordered, taking the bow from her and laying it next to him.

Her eyes popped open and she nodded.. "As you desire, Master Flayer"... her voice was a whisper, but both Flayer and Book heard her clearly. She studied the table for a moment. It was larger, rectangle, like a picnic table. It could easily sit 6 humans or 8 Goblins. At the moment it was only Book and Flayer. But it gave her plenty of room to move. Not a wild dance like she had done for Flayer out on the journey, where movement could be unlimited. This would have to be a more, subtle dance, more seductive..

She did not take her dagger from her thigh, even though Flayer had taken the bow and quiver. She would only remove the dagger of he commanded and he did not. She easily got to her feet, in one fluid motion and climbed onto the table.

A few others close by had heard Flayer's order to his Female... "Dance for us Lenya".. Word was passing quickly throughout the Tavern. Often the other girls would dance a bit, more in fun and entertainment, or what they thought was entertainment. And Micha had employed a couple of musicians to add to the entertainment.

This would be the first time in a long time that Lenya would dance to music...

Micah signaled to the musicians. He wanted to see this...

Lenya stood in the middle of the table. Her body quivered ever so slightly, her chest rising and falling as she took each breath.

As the music started, strings, with a drum backbeat, she began to move.

Her body swayed to the rhythm, each motion more pronounced than the last. Back and forth, her hips beginning to rock side to side, forward and back, as she moved. She stepped, again in time with the beat the musicians provided. She moved along the table top, spinning as she came to one end... the music hit a crescendo, and she went to her knees, still swaying, her body keeping the rhythm. It was as if she were in a trance. She let herself be commanded by the music. On her knees, she undulated, letting her hands begin a slow movement up her thighs, fingers faintly brushing over her pinkened sex, a tease of a movement, before tracing upwards and along her still moving hips, crossing over her belly and caressing her breasts... she let her fingertips trace her throat, touching the marks that lay within the soft flesh, upwards over her cheeks, and then curl into and thru her long blonde hair.

She went forward, to hands and knees, and crawled, at the table edge she rose to her feet, arching her back as she did so, as if a flower opening to the sun. The music was simple, but her movements were precise. She turned, stepping, hip cocking with each step to the beat, she then lowering and as the music moved over and through her, she leapt, coming down again and she spun, as the music slowed a bit. The languid pace allowed her to again go to her knees, where she lay back, hips rocking upwards, as if begging to be used.. she rolled, again hips and backside up as her head rested to the table, begging for use... she could feel the music beginning to build again, and she moved with it, getting to her feet she moved, quick, feet stepping lightly, her body seeming to be one with the sound that surrounded her. The musicians could see her and even they were entranced. The song they played was a common one, yet she made it feel, special, sensual... her body was one with the rhythm that flowed through the room. She spun again, her hands slithered over her now moist skin as she danced, her head falling back, a veil of her golden hair cascading, each spin and she seemed surrounded by the golden light of the sun.

The entire Tavern was watching now, eyes wide. Her motions were smooth, fluid, sensual. She felt the music, she wound it around her, she played with the sound, she kissed the rhythm and each note bowed before her as she let herself enjoy... He entire body was lost in the arousing, almost sexual, carnal beat that the music created around her.. The air was thick with her scent, her desire, her hunger, her need...

As the music began to fade, the song having come to it's inevitable end, Lenya's motions slowed, and she went to her knees one last time, a bow before Flayer, before she let herself slip from the table top, to the ground at this feet, and as always, she crawled, writhed, slinked like the most seductive of felines, purring against his legs, her body trembling slightly, her skin sheened with droplets of her heat...

The Tavern was quiet until Micah spoke up, having walked over to there Flayer and Book sat, with Lenya, panting lightly at Flayer's feet. "I have never seen anything like that. I will give you 100 Gold for her right now, up front"... Micah was awestruck, and just the idea of having her there to dance every night, was something he could not pass up. Surely the Goblin would take 100 Gold for her, surely...

 

[Otto26]

Flayer had intended to keep talking to Book but the goblin was mesmerized by Lenya the moment she slinked up onto the table, her curves already dancing before she had begun. The music was something of a surprise and he wasn't sure if he liked it. He was so used to listening to Lenya's footfalls and breathing and moans that he was hostile to the idea of the music. Midway through he had accepted it as ornamentation, similar to her garment. By the end he was wondering if he could find a musician who could use music like a lash and take her to the edge of exhaustion while forcing her to submit.

He filed the idea away for future thought as she crawled off the table to curl up against him, breathing heavily, a soft moan purring in her belly and chest. He stroked her hair again and gripped it, raising and turning her head so that he could kiss her deeply.

"I have never seen anything like that. I will give you 100 Gold for her right now, up front," the tavern keeper blurted.

"Not even if you offered me the entire colony," Flayer replied evenly.

"But..." Micah began, but stopped at the look in Flayer's eyes; total certainty.

Something arced out of the crowd and landed on the table behind Flayer. He released Lenya and his hand flew to his dagger.

"No threat!" Book called out, rising slightly and displaying open hands. "No threat," he repeated, as another object flew across the room. And another.

Flayer looked down at one on the floor, rolling to a stop against Lenya's leg. A silver coin.

"They're showing their appreciation for that... dance," Book explained. "The humans toss coins to performers."

Flayer relaxed a little and sat back down. Beside him Lenya took her hand from her dagger and relaxed back against him. He played with her hair, bleeding off some of the energy that had washed into him.

"If you aren't going to sell her, what will you do with her?" Book asked.

Flayer knew a probing question when he heard one. "I'm going to keep her," he replied.

"No trio?" Book pursued. He knew the answer, but that wasn't what he was asking.

"No trio," Flayer confirmed. "I captured her. I captured her outside the lair. On my own scout. She's mine."

Book examined him pensively before replying. "That might work. You've got some precedent on your side. And some threat. Great Dart killed Great Hook for taking Stab-Gut from him. Would you kill Great Dart to keep your Lenya?"

Flayer looked disgusted, like he had the worst taste in his mouth. "No," he admitted. "But I'd leave the lair."

"And you'd go...." Book trailed off, letting his question become a statement. "You can probably get away with it," he admitted. "If she killed Great Pike," he began.

Flayer and Lenya growled softly.

"Then she's a special case," Book finished, hands raised in mild supplication. "But it would be better if Great Dart didn't have to make a decision. An exception, but one that every greedy goblin would try to take advantage of. That would be bad for Great Dart. Bad for the lair," he said in a very reasonable tone of voice.

"So you're suggesting we, what? Stay here?" Flayer asked.

"Eventually. Eventually. But," Book said. Flayer recognized the hook. "if you are here when Breeds-a-lot returns then he makes the decision about what to do with you."

"But he has to take all the pregnant fuckmeat back to the lair to whelp," Flayer stated.

Book nodded. "Which would leave a goblin without fuckmeat, without a trio, in charge."

"For a while," Flayer pointed out.

"Which could become a long while if he was successful," Book amended.

"Successful. How?" Flayer growled.

"I'll answer that. But, first," he pulled a small glass vial out of the pouch at his belt and set it carefully on the table. "That is one of the wizard potions. Pour that down your Lenya's throat and toss her over the table and she'll be carrying whelps within a week. That's yours for the taking. If you want it? Do you?" He watched Flayer carefully.

Flayer looked down at Lenya and considered. There was a certain appeal to making her serve him in this fashion; a perversion of the most basic part of her. And the opportunity to breed was not to be lightly dismissed. Most goblins never had the chance for genetic immortality. Lenya with her belly swollen. Lenya kneeling and presenting him with a basket of whelps. Offspring they could raise. And where would they raise them? The lair? The colony? His offspring would not be cast aside to fend for themselves as he had been. As most goblin whelps were. It was the same problem he faced with keeping Lenya. He needed to make a space in the world for that. That being the case there was no point in asking Lenya her opinion on the matter. When it was possible he would ask her, not before.

"Very tempting," he admitted. "But there's no proper place for our offspring yet."

Book nodded and put the vial away. "Okay. You can control your lusts. We can work together."

'You can use us,' Flayer translated. But that was okay.

"I made sure Breeds-a-lot got access to enough of the potions to get all the fuckmeat pregnant. But the wizard is out of some of the ingredients. He needs a female, a strong female who isn't pregnant, to get one of the ingredients. You have one. Breeds-a-lot is going to go back to the lair with the fuckmeat and the trios and arrange to get new fuckmeat sent here. You go to the wizard and help him get his ingredient and bring back the potions he makes. I send them on to the lair. Breeds-a-lot is still in the lair trying to solve the problem when you and I provide them with proof we've solved the problem. I ask Great Dart to assign you here. Great Dart doesn't want you back in the lair and I'm a half-breed success story, proof that the half-breeds of the lair can contribute, so he says yes. Easy."

Flayer poured a cup of the liquid from the pitcher and drank it. It burned its way down to his gut. He poured another and handed the cup to Lenya to hold for him. "Where were you whelped, Book?"

Book tilted his chin upwards slightly in pride. "Great Dart's lair. I'm one of the first half-breed whelps. I was raised by the harem of Great Dart."

"Great Dart doesn't have a harem," Flayer pointed out.

"He does. It's just, distributed. The willing fuckmeat. Like Stab-Gut. Like Lenya," he said, pouring himself a cup and downing it.

Flayer nodded absently, mulling it over. He could see that. It was a clever lie or it was a genius maneuver by Great Dart. Taking the best women and breeding from them and raising the whelps in the lair. But it would only work if...

"You see it," Book said. "We need the potions. Half-breeds can't breed. But with the potions our half-breed tribe can explode into the world. A world where we have as much value, or more, than a pure breed goblin. Or human. Or elf."

"What do you think?" Flayer asked Lenya.

 

[RainingHeat]

Lenya had been listening, intently.

She had a lot of questions, observations. All of this seemed very, something just did not sit well with her. And suddenly, she did not trust this Book character any longer.

"You see it," Book said. "We need the potions. Half-breeds can't breed. But with the potions our half-breed tribe can explode into the world. A world where we have as much value, or more, than a pure breed goblin. Or human. Or elf."

"What do you think?" Flayer asked Lenya.

"You are not thinking this through" she finally stated, looking Book directly in the eyes.

"Humans, Elves, even others, such as the Orcs of the far North. They do not see Half Breeds, Half Bloods as anything but foul for the most part. Maybe Goblins see them differently, but do ALL Goblins? You speak about Great-Dart's Lair. He is Half Blood, so yes, he sees things differently. But most, Great-Pike for example, do not. They see Half Bloods as just as foul and useless as Humans and Elves do."...

She paused, taking a breath. "You state that Half Bloods can not breed, but do you know that for sure? What if a Half Human/Half Goblin does get pregnant by an Elf? What does that make? What if a Goblin does impregnate a Half Blood, what would I birth if Flayer impregnated me, I am a Half Elf, Half Human, what would I birth? How do you know that what you create is not deformed or sick? And what happens to Half Blood Females? Are they destined to only be enslaved?..."

"What will you do if the Humans or the Elves or BOTH decide to eradicate the Half Bloods as being foul and dirty and dangerous?"...

"Half Bloods will always happen, yes. But I do not think it is something that should be proliferated, something that should be encouraged. You are going against nature. And that never ends well...."

Lenya stopped then. Had she said too much? She suddenly began to tremble. It was the first time since Knuckles attacked her, that she felt real fear. Fear that Flayer would be displeased with what she said, but he had asked, and she told him what she was thinking. She did not understand all that was happening, or the intricacies of Goblins.. She knew Great-Dart was different, and she attributed that to he, himself being a Half Blood, as was Stab-Gut/Safi.... But she also knew that other Goblin lairs were NOT like Great-Dart's... and she knew that this Book fellow... or Breeds-A-Lot was not taking the other Goblins into consideration, never mind Humans, Elves, Orcs....

 

[Otto26]

Flayer laughed. "I was talking about working with Book. About helping the wizard," he clarified.

"She has good questions, Flayer. May I answer them?" Book asked.

Flayer's eyes narrowed as he considered Book. The goblins willingness to treat her as more than fuckmeat was... Well it was nice. But it was also a little puzzling. He wanted to hear how Book answered Lenya's questions. "Please," he responded.

"I need to know something first. Something important. Lenya, if Flayer told you to climb on the table, drink the potion, and spread your legs, what would you do?" he asked.

The two males watched Lenya intently. Emotions played across her face and in her eyes. Her fingers reached up to touch Flayer's mark, still healing around her neck, stroking the raised ridges of the goblin script.

"If it were right now, here, in this room, I would beg him not to. I would try to reason with him why bringing yet another half blood into the world is not a good idea. But if he commanded, I.... would.... do... it".... The words were sour in her mouth, and she was sure Flayer could see that...

"You'd do it," Book repeated. "No collar but that you choose to wear." He dragged an empty stool closer to the table. "That's for you," he said. "You're a goblin and you always have a seat at my table if you choose to use it."

"The potions allow anyone to breed," he continued. "When I said you could drink the potion and breed I didn't know you were a half-breed, but the statement is still true. And it's true for male half-breeds as well. When I am ready to breed, I have a few potions put aside. As to what the whelps are... That depends on who you ask. To many humans and goblins, and certainly elves, the whelps are little mixed-breed monsters. To me, to Great Dart, they're goblins. As goblin as Great Dart. As goblin as Flayer. As goblin as Stab-Gut. Which means they can't be slaves. My sisters live in the harem of Great Dart, studying magic with Stab-Gut. If the harems of the North knew what lay in Great Dart's lair they'd raise up an army of goblins to try and kill us all."

He drained his cup and poured another.

"But they aren't going to know until it's too late. Soon. The humans will be our allies and we will spread through their lands and make us all stronger while the goblins of the North squabble and bicker themselves deeper into poverty and insignificance and the elves continue their slow, self-absorbed slide into obscurity. What the rotmeat idiots call half-breeds we will call goblins and we will prosper while they wither!"

A fanatic. Flayer saw it clearly now. He wondered how alarmed he should be. But the picture Book painted... It was a picture in which Flayer and Lenya and Runt could live well. And it didn't involve the usual rivers of blood and piles of bones.

"Lenya and I will discuss breeding when it is time," Flayer said. "It is not yet time. You're offering us safe space here in Big Grange in return for helping you with the wizard."

"You're safe here, for as long as I'm in charge," Book clarified. "I'm asking you to help me stay in charge."

Flayer stroked Lenya's hair possessively. "We'll help you stay in charge," he decided.

Book downed his cup and slammed it on the table in celebration. He looked over at Lenya, where Flayer was stroking her cheek and lips, and poured another cup, pushing it to the edge of the table closest to her.

"You have no trio?" Flayer asked. "No fuckmeat?"

"I read the human script and I can deal with them better than the pure-breed goblins. They share their fuckmeat. And there are the prostitutes. And occasionally there are women who want to be ravished by a monster," he grinned.

Flayer was surprised by that last but thought that, perhaps, he shouldn't have been. In any event, he needed to bind Book more closely to them. He took Lenya by the hair and pulled her upright. It didn't take much effort on his part, she responded willingly to his hands. He pulled her body across the table, laying her on her back with her head facing him and dangling off the edge. She spread her legs to Book. The goblin growled in hungry appreciation and pulled on his loincloth, letting the front drop to the floor, exposing his stiff flesh. Flayer freed his flesh as well and shifted his hips, bringing the tip of his penis against Lenya's lips as his hands found her breasts and he lightly applied a little pressure to her nipples.

 

[RainingHeat]

Lenya blushed a bit at her misunderstanding. She had been concentrating on the Half Blood part of the conversation, and the implications of that. She had missed that what Flayer was asking was about helping the Wizard get some needed ingrediant. Though, in thinking about it, it was the potion that allowed for the breeding, so perhaps her answer was on point. She was not in favor of whatever Book or even, maybe Great-Dart was doing or thinking of doing. So would she help the Wizard make more potions? It was something she wanted to discuss with Flayer in private at this point, so she stayed quiet...

Until Book directed a question at her.

"I need to know something first. Something important. Lenya, if Flayer told you to climb on the table, drink the potion, and spread your legs, what would you do?" he asked.

The two males watched Lenya intently. Emotions played across her face and in her eyes. Her fingers reached up to touch Flayer's mark, still healing around her neck, stroking the raised ridges of the goblin script.

"If it were right now, here, in this room, I would beg him not to. I would try to reason with him why bringing yet another half blood into the world is not a good idea. But if he commanded, I.... would.... do... it".... The words were sour in her mouth, and she was sure Flayer could see that...

"You'd do it," Book repeated. "No collar but that you choose to wear." He dragged an empty stool closer to the table. "That's for you," he said. "You're a goblin and you always have a seat at my table if you choose to use it."

She was surprised a bit by the action and the declaration. But she did not move. If anything, she leaned closer into Flayer. There as something about Book that did not sit right with her, she now knew. She was not sure what it was, but it was something...

"If the harems of the North knew what lay in Great Dart's lair they'd raise up an army of goblins to try and kill us all."

Lenya's mind raced at that remark. The Harem she had dealt with was pretty brutal, so she did not doubt his remark. But it was short sighted. Not just the harems. Not just the Goblins. If the Humans found out. If the Elves. The Dwarves. The Orcs....

"Lenya and I will discuss breeding when it is time," Flayer said. "It is not yet time. You're offering us safe space here in Big Grange in return for helping you with the wizard."

"You're safe here, for as long as I'm in charge," Book clarified. "I'm asking you to help me stay in charge."

Flayer stroked Lenya's hair possessively. "We'll help you stay in charge," he decided.

She was not sure she agree'd with that. But she dared not say anything right now. Instead, she leaned into his touch, letting her eyes close for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Her heart had finally slowed from her dance. There were still many many eyes on her, still talk of what they had seen her do. Dancing as she did was not the norm in the Goblin world, hers was a talent. In the back of the Tavern, Roland sat. He had watched, and marveled. He wanted her more now than ever, but knew that was just a fantasy. Upon his lap sat an Elven female, surprisingly not pregnant, yet.... She was pretty, with dark hair and eyes, but she still did not hold a candle to Lenya, as far as Roland was concerned... but she would have to do...

His cock was hard, but watching as Flayer lifted Lenya by the hair and lay her across the same table she had danced upon, vulnerable, on her back. It was obvious what was about to happen and his cock began to throb.... He easily shifting the Elven girl on his lap, his cock free'd from his pants and pushed up inside her as she squealed....

Lenya, now lain upon the table, what little she wore easily pushed aside. She had not expected this, but the moment Flayer's cockhead touched her lips, his hands on her breasts, claws tweaking her still tender nipples, a low deep moan escaped her lips as her mouth opened to take him in. Her sex, her entire body reacting, fluids, slick and heated greeted Book as he stood, his own cock in hand. For a moment he just stared at the beauty now lain before him, helpless, her body trembling, her pussy glistening with droplets of her heat. She was a vision and with a hard thrust, his cock impaled her, plunging in deeply to his root, the warmth of her, searing hot actually, tightly grasping at the thickness of him, pulsing, massaging....

Lenya, raking her nails along the table, rolled her hips up, her back arching, her head, lain over the edge of the table, her mouth now filled with Flayer's thick, long cock. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in what was happening. Pleasure, lust, hunger, want, need, racing through her body as she writhed on that table. Her mouth suckling hard at Flayer's cock, her moans, whimpers, cries, vibrating along the surface of him... Her body rocked, swayed, rolled, arched in rhythm with his driving of Book's cock in and out of her drenched pussy and Flayer's cock ramming into the back of her throat. Every hard thrust of Book's hips, his cock burying itself deeply into the tightness of her sex, send waves of pleasure, passion, cascading through her. Her body, the walls of her pussy, wrapping tight around him, a sheath of the softest velvet, soaking wet, pulsing with every beat of her heart, every muffled cry from her lips, every shudder of her body as he fucked her, his balls slapping into her with a wet sound, matched by the sucking sounds of her lips and mouth. Flayer's growls, Book's groans, and the sounds of others, watching, gasping, some stroking themselves, others availing the use of a nearby fuckmeat slave.

The table creaked and complained, adding to the sounds of sex. Book's groans became louder as his climax approached... "I'm gonna fill your cunt... Lenya" He groaned as his balls spasmed and began to throb, his cock held deep inside her pussy as he exploded, spilling his seed in thick reams of semen inside her, his body shaking almost violently. He gripped her hips tightly, holding her as he filled her, his skin flush, his cock pumping out every last drop...

Lenya cried out around Flayer's cock, but her own orgasm was still being held at bay. She drew his shaft deeper into her throat, her tongue caressing, tasting his skin, the slight saltiness, his scent coiling around her, mingling with the scent of her desire, and of Book's climax as he slowly pulled back and out of her now dripping pussy, his cum spilling out as he did so. But Lenya was now absorbed in Flayer, and her moans tickled and caressed around his still moving cock. When Book pulled free, he each over her and let a claw tip tease her swollen clit. Lenya nearly came off the table, her back bowing as she screamed out around his cock... her body quivering.... yet she held it at bay still... until she heard him growl... "Now my Lenya"..... His own orgasm came crashing through him, and this was met with her own. She nearly lifted off the table as she came, her mouth tight around his cock as she drank from him, swallowing as he pushed out his seed into her throat, until he knew she could take no more and pulled back, letting the remainder paint her lips and chin and cheeks... Her own body was writing, shuddering, as her own climax shook her, sending jolts of heated pleasure thru her, she gasping desperately to breath....

It seemed as if she and Flayer climaxed forever, when in reality of course that was not the case. Book was collapsed back on his stool, watching in awe. His cock still twitching. She came on command. His mind was racing...

Flayer allowed Lenya to finally roll over and slip off the table. She coming to her hands and knees upon the floor at his feet. He, himself, was gasping as well, and sat back down, allowing her to lean into him as she panted, trying to regain her strength... his seed still dripping from her lips and chin and cheeks...

 

[Otto26]

Flayer stroked Lenya's hair again, pulling her to her knees against him as he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"Good girl," he whispered, a moment just between the two of them, even among the crowd filling the bar and even tossing coins again.

"Your Lenya is magnificent," Book complimented him.

Flayer growled acknowledgment and reached for the cup Book had offered Lenya. He handed it down to her. "Drink," he ordered.

"Stay here tomorrow," Book said. "I'll get you a map and a letter of introduction to the wizard. And a guide. Some of these," he gestured subtly at the humans in the bar, "aren't actual idiots. And you'll travel more easily with a human guide." He tucked his loincloth back in.

Flayer reached for the pitcher with his free hand and found it empty. He set it in front of Lenya. "More, please, Lenya," he said.

To Book, "We'll travel more easily if we fit in. I look like I just wandered off the moors."

Book blinked. "And how should you dress?"

"Armor," Flayer replied. "For me and for Lenya. Clothing. Packs."

"You'd cover Lenya?" Book teased.

Flayer growled his actual disapproval. "It makes her... happy. She tells me it makes the humans less likely to try and rape her and she's right but... She likes to wear clothing."

"And you indulge her," Book teased, punching Flayer's shoulder.

Flayer blushed. "She's right that we'll travel better if she's dressed for it. And that chain..."

Book laughed. "Bloody nipples," he agreed.

Flayer nodded his head. "But here in the colony... Do they sell a fabric called silk here? I've heard it's soft as cunt. I could put Lenya in that."

Book growled approval. "Yes, but it's expensive and hard to find. Expensive won't be a problem when you come back with the potions, though. And these coins," he gestured to the coins on the floor and table around them, "are yours as well. I'll look while you're gone. Any particular color?"

Flayer scratched at his ear. "Cunt," he said. "Soft as cunt, looks like cunt."

Book laughed. "I'll never forget the sight of her. I'll see what I can do."

"And some jewelry," Flayer said. "Gold will look better on her."

Book cocked his head to one side and regarded Flayer as though he was trying to look into him. "If we didn't already have a deal I'd send you back to the lair. You're the kind of gobln it needs. She's the kind of woman it needs," he indicated Lenya with his chin.

Flayer turned to look at Lenya as she made her way back to the table. The crowd parted for her but every eye in the bar was fixed upon her. It was easy to understand why and Flayer fell under the vivacious, curvy, flowing spell of the woman himself, a hungry, idiot grin splitting his face.

 

[RainingHeat]

Lenya needed the drink. She would have preferred water, but the ale, or mead, or whatever it was, tasted almost as good. She took a long, deep drink before setting the tankard back on the table. She was tired now, between the walk, the dance, and the fucking. She could still feel the Book's seed and her own moisture slickening her inner thighs, and pussy folds. Never mind Flayer's in her throat, on her tongue, on her lips...

Flayer reached for the pitcher with his free hand and found it empty. He set it in front of Lenya. "More, please, Lenya"

She nodded, getting to her feet. She adjusted the leather shift that she wore before taking the pitcher in hand and moving toward where Micah stood at the bar. His eyes were fixated on her as she moved. Her motion, each step, light, soft, yet her body slinked, almost prowled, toward the bar. She moved like a golden panther, stalking prey. Her eyes, crystal clear, alert, took in all around her.

And every eye in the place watched her. She was different, so very different, and it was obvious. She had no fear. She showed no weakness, no begging. As she approached Micah, she shook her head slightly to shift her long, golden hair off her shoulders, letting it flow down her back like a sunlit river. It was a natural movement, not one to draw attention. In fact, every motion she made was natural. Lenya did not want to draw attention to herself, like other females did. She walked, moved, with a purpose. In this case, it was to get the Pitcher refilled with ale for Flayer and Book.

Setting the pitcher on the bar, she nodded to Micah.. "Please" she quietly stated. Again she was not begging. It was more of a request.

"Gods, maybe he'd take a thousand gold for her" Micah thought to himself. But he already knew that would not work. If he had her, HE would not sell her. Why would the Goblin. He knew what he had. Micah had seen the way he looked at her. Even as she walked across the floor to the bar, the Goblin's eyes never left her. He drank her in.

Micah filled the Pitcher and handed it back to her, his fingertips brushing hers. Maybe Flayer would allow him use of her. Maybe. He'd let Book use her just now. It was worth asking. He'd offer 1000 gold just for that. Just for one hour with her.

Lenya knew nothing of what Micah was thinking, she simply turned and made her way back to where Flayer and Book sat, both still watching her intently.

While most would have set the pitcher on the table without a second thought, Lenya, instead, lowered to her knees before where Flayer sat. She let her thighs part slightly, her back straight, golden veil of her hair falling once more over her shoulders to tickle the swell of her breasts... with her head lowered in submission to him, she offered him the Pitcher of ale, held in the soft grip of her hands...

"Your ale.. Master Flayer"....

She could hear Book's sharp intake of breath... "Incredible" he whispered....

 

[Otto26]

Flayer let her remain in that position, in that perfect moment, for several heartbeats before he took the pitcher.

"Thank you, Lenya," he said, pouring another cup for himself and setting the pitcher on the table. He downed the cup but did not refill it, yet. He lowered a hand to stroke Lenya, leaning against his leg, and took another look around the room. The human-sized tables were full and there were humans standing to drink in the spaces between them. Most of them were casting furtive, curious glances over at the goblin table. A few weren't bothering to be furtive, outright staring. But he saw no hostility in their gazes, just... fascination.

"Finding it annoying?" Book asked.

Flayer growled agreement.

"It is. But it's very good for us. The humans get a chance to see us as something other than the threat in the forest. They are forced to see us as people. And it provides us with a way to identify people who are useful to us. See the woman by the bar?"

Flayer waited a moment before looking away from the bar and then turning to look past it. A woman was sitting on the floor next to a man, almost a copy of Lenya.

"Tomorrow she'll be wearing a version of Lenya's poncho," Book predicted. "Some of them want to play at being goblin. A few would like to actually be goblin. And some of those are useful. One of them is helping us buy a property here. Not an expansion to the colony. The colony is a special place for foreigners. The house will be a place for goblins to live as citizens. Which will force the rulers here to deal more closely with Great Dart to integrate these new people. And we'll send females to live in the house. Great Dart and Stab-Gut have *plans*," he said with satisfaction.

Flayer considered that. He was, in general, in favor of a strong lair. Was he going to embrace these new ways or reject them or choose some middle ground? What was best for them? He would have to discuss this with Runt and Lenya. But not here in front of Book.

The dorg trotted into the bar, trailed by a mild buzz of comments, and dropped down next to the table with a smug look on his face.

"Better?" Flayer asked.

Runt talked and huffed.

"Yeah, they watched when Book and I shared Lenya," he commiserated. "Did they throw coins at you?"

Runt raised his head and looked at him with puzzlement writ large on his features.

"Book says it's a human thing. A kind of tribute."

The dorg looked around the room, searching for those who'd watched him take the bitch and hadn't paid him tribute. He huffed again and lay his head down.

"Probably didn't realize. They thought you were a big dog," Flayer teased.

Runt ignored him.

"Are there going to be more half-breeds running around in a couple months?" Book asked. "Because I'll need to speak to the authorities about that. I can offer them a finder's fee for any they bring us. That will keep them from causing problems. And I don't like to leave goblins alone."

Runt's eyes examined Book closely, clearly seeing something new in him.

"Thank you, Book," Flayer said. "We've never stuck around long enough to find out, so we don't know if Runt can breed."

"I'll keep an eye out," Book said.

Flayer understood the implied 'For as long as I'm in a position to make decisions' that accompanied that statement, but strongly suspected that Book had a genuine interest in taking care of Runt's offspring as well as maintaining good relations with the humans.

"I have business I need to attend to," Book stated, standing. "I'll send one of the fuckmeat over to gather up your coins for you. When you're ready to sleep any of them will show you to a nest. When the others are here our hours are usually from mid-day to sunrise. When it's just me I go from mid-day to mid-night. So let's talk again at mid-day."

It was not lost on Flayer that he spoke to all of them. His mind whirled with thoughts as the goblin walked away and humans, seeing that he was now available, began to approach him.

 

[RainingHeat]

Lenya let herself relax for the moment, fully trusting Flayer, and now Runt, to keep them safe. She let her eyes close, with a low, soft sigh, leaning against Flayer's leg, feeling the gentle stroke of his claws along her shoulders, and into and through her hair. It was comforting. It was comforting to not be alone in a place such as this, alone and constantly on guard, as she had been before all this began.

Just the fact that she had been splayed open, on the table, and yes, used, by both Book and Flayer, BUT, she had no worry that others would use her. She had no fear that others, many many others, would gang rape her on that table. Would hurt her. Would make her scream again like Great-Pike had. That fear was gone, as long as she was with Flayer. Yes, he would allow others to use her, but she would be safe, always, with him.

Her eyes may have been closed, but she listened to the conversation. Book directed his words to Flayer, as well as herself and Runt. It was clear he saw her as more than a slave, than fuckmeat, just as Flayer did. But it was also clear who was in control, when it came to her, and that was Flayer, and Book could see that. She wondered if some of this wording had been a test of that. If so, he got the message, she solidified that in just how she presented the simple pitcher of ale.

She slit open her eyes just as Book left the table...

As soon as Book was lost in the crowd, several humans, males, perhaps a bit bolder, or drunker, than the others, were the first to approach Flayer.

Of course, most wanted to know if Lenya was for sale. And of course, the answer was "Absolutely not"...

This caused some grumbling among the drunker of the men. Several asked how much to use her for an hour or two....

It was not lost on Flayer the coin he could make letting others use Lenya. But he was an observant Goblin, and intelligent Goblin and he did not need Runt's growling hints that it would not be a good idea to tell him that indeed, letting any of these drunk humans use Lenya was not in his, or her, best interest.

Again this was met with grumblings from several of the human males. They came to this Tavern because Goblins, especially Great-Dart's Goblins, often had very enticing females, human and elven, for use. And most welcomed the coin for that use. Why was this one different?

Lenya, in the meantime, was getting more nervous as more of the men crowded closer to her, and Flayer. Runt was not liking it either and she could feel his guard going up. Flayer was beginning to feel the pressure as well... too many, too close...

"You let the Goblin use her" one protested. "Yeah, why not us. The others always let us use their females. They like it, the females. She likes it. We all saw her face" another slurred.

Flayer was rising to his feet, intent on leaving and heading to the den. Lenya rose as well, and that was when two of the more drunker of the men grabbed at her. One grabbing her around the waist from behind, the other, attempting a lewd grip at her breasts.... She reacted instantly, as did Runt and Flayer. Her dagger was in her hand and the one who had almost gotten ahold of her breasts, and the chain that dangle between, found his palms, both of them, sliced open. He screamed, pulling back, blood spilling....

The other, who had her from behind, around her waist, found himself easily yanked free of Lenya and put to the floor, both Runt and Flayer over him, Flayer had is own daggers drawn, and the look in both their eyes was nothing short of murderous.

"STOP!!" Micah yelled, having jumped over the bar. He knew the men well, they were known troublemakers from the nearby town and came often to the Goblin Tavern. He let them in for the simple fact that they spent alot of coin when they were there, but they often pushed things too far and had done that again this time...

Micah looked from Flayer to Runt to Lenya.. all 3 were ready to lash out again, if needed. The crowd had retreated...

"I apologize for these particular scumbags. They have always been trouble. I will take care of them, accept my apologies."....

Flayer merely nodded... but did not sheathe his daggers yet, and neither did Lenya...

"Please, allow my girl, Tonya, to show you to your Den.. " he said as he, and a couple of his buddies, picked up and hustled out, the drunken troublemakers.

Tonya stepped forward. She was pretty, in a tavern girl whore type of way, Brown haired and busty, which was what she was. She made Micah money both serving and on her back. Never mind keeping Micah happy as well. She had a bit of a "superior" air about her, knowing she was the girl of the Tavern Owner, but there was something about Goblins, Book, and now Flayer, that intimidated her and she was a bit less "haughty' then usual.

"This way... " she indicated, leading Flayer, Lenya and Runt out of the Tavern, and to the camp of Dens set up out behind. There were several dens under the Tavern as well, but Micah had surmised they might have wanted somthing a bit quieter... and larger to accomdate the Dorg, so he had Tonya bring them to the largest one they had. Usually reserved for Great-Dart himself or one of his followers, Ripper or Slash, when they visited. None of them were expected, so Flayer and Lenya and Runt were now important enough to be allowed to use that Den...

 

[Otto26]

The nest was... opulent. At its most basic a nest was simply a warm, dry, clean place to curl up and sleep. That could be achieved with dirt and leaves, rags, furs... This space was large enough to stand in and lit by a candle latern. Furs and blankets and pillows filled the space. The walls and the ceiling were covered with fabrics. Whoever had prepared this nest had clearly subscribed to the goblin philosophy that 'more is more'.

"This was Great Dart's nest," the prostitute said. "Before my time. But he stayed here with his goblins and their fuckmeat."

Flayer nodded, that made sense.

Runt pushed past him and curled up in a corner. Flayer ignore him and turned to the woman. "You are a prostitute?"

"What?"

"A prostitute. You take money in exchange for sex?"

"Yes," the woman allowed, eyes nervous.

"Good. I want you to bring some warm water and clean my Lenya's cunt. How many coins will you require?" he asked.

"I... Two silver, sir," she replied.

"I have coins upstairs," he said. "Take three silver from them and come back and get to work."

"I... Yes... Uhm.." she backed out of the nest.

Flayer nodded, satisfied he'd navigated that interaction well, and removed his loincloth and weapons. He stretched and then walked over to Lenya.

"Don't move your arm so much when you slash," he offered. He moved his hand to demonstrate how she was putting too much force into the cut and opening herself to a counterattack. "A box in the center and you only move from one side to the other." Again he demonstrated and then lunged forward, showing how he protected himself and could defend against attacks so long as he kept his imaginary blade inside the box. His hand, pressed against her, lifted her garment over her head and he smiled at her. She was all naked curves and her lips parted for him as her breath quickened.

His thumb brushed across her lips and her tongue reached out to caress it, a wicked smile in her eyes. He returned the smile and his thumb dropped, tracing down over her chin, following the line of her neck, down to her cleavage. His hand took hold of the chain that connected her pierced nipples and pushed down, slowly taking her to her knees. His cock was mostly full and it became fully erect as he pushed into her mouth. She looked up at him, wicked smile still in her eyes, and he returned her gaze with the enormous affection that filled him. His hand stroked her hair away from her face and caressed her forehead and cheek.

"Uh..." a voice called from the doorway. Tonya had returned with a bowl, a pitcher, and cloths.

"Hmmm," Flayer growled. "A moment." Carefully he lowered himself to the ground, first sitting, and then laying back. Lenya held him in her mouth as he settled back into the pillows, blankets, and furs. That left Lenya's ass raised, affording Tonya access to her. The prostitute moved hesitantly forward and set the bowl on the floor.

"We'll have to remove your nipple chain before we leave," Flayer casually told Lenya as her mouth worked at his pleasure, his cock soaked by her. "Too easy that to catch on your armor or for some bastard to grab it. I'm going to keep your nipples pierced, though. There's something about the way the goblin wire pierces your intimate flesh that just..." He growled to express the emotion that he couldn't find the words for, his hand taking a firm grasp of her hair for a moment and then releasing. He wasn't going to interrupt a crafter at her work.

 

[RainingHeat]

It was not quite the request Tonya had expected. She'd been lucky, she'd never been used, yet, but a Goblin. Book had used her, but he was a bit "less" Goblin, being a half blood, then the full blooded ones she had seen, like Flayer. But, 3 silver coins, just to clean the girl? That was easy. And now that she understood what he wanted, she was a bit less nervous.

She made her way back to the Tavern. Micah had the bag of coins ready, the other girls had gathered them from the floor at his request. "He wishes me to cleanse his girl" Tonya explained, to which Micah nodded. Some men cared less if they fucked a cunt that had been used. Others were a bit more picky and he kept several buckets and the like for just this reason. He was always thinking....

"He is a friend of Book's" Micah reminded her. "Make sure you treat him and his girl WELL"...

Tonya nodded and headed back to the den. When she got to the door, she stood for maybe a full 2 minutes, just watching...

Lenya was on her knees, her body swaying back and forth as she took Flayer's cock in and out of her mouth. Her lips were tight around his length, her tongue lavished the surface with long strokes, gliding, tasting... one hand cupped his balls, squeezing, the other wrapped about his shaft and moved with her lips, caressing him with her palm when she was not suckling him deeply with her mouth and throat. Her golden hair veiled her back and swished a bit with each motion of her head and torso.. Flayer's claws on one hand entangled within. Yet, he was not choking her with his member, not like she had seen other Goblins do with females. The rocking of his hips was slow, deliberate....

But what Tonya noticed was the way the 2 had their eyes locked together. Lenya's gazing up at Flayer, his were staring down at her... For the moment, Tonya did not want to break whatever connection was going on between the 2 of them...

"uhhh" she finally let them know she was there...

"Hmmm," Flayer growled. "A moment."

And he lowered, slowly to his knees and then back, Lenya never breaking contact with his cock...

Once he was comfortable in the pillows and furs, Lenya now bent down on hands and knees, still working his cock slowly in and out of her mouth, licking, lapping, caressing, tasting.. Flayer signaled to the girl at the door...

Lenya could hear the girl's hesitant footsteps, and when Tonya got to her own knees behind her and began the bathing process, Lenya paused, the warm water feeling good as the girl began to glide the soft, soapy cloth along her still wet, pinkened slit. Flayer could feel, more than hear, the MMmmmmm that vibrated deep within Lenya's throat. Tonya took great care to gently, carefully, wash the girl's pussy... and Lenya found herself rocking her hips a bit to the feelings and sensations that the bathing was sending thru her. The softness of the cloth, the gentleness of the touch, the warmth of the water, all felt so incredibly good to her... Her breathing quickened, and she found herself grinding back a bit, wanting to enhance the manipulations the girl was doing. But Tonya was not there to "pleasure" Lenya. If she had been, she would have cleaned the girl's pretty pussy and then gone to work on it with her own tongue. She bet that the girl tasted sweet... so sweet...

But, that was not what she was there for. And Lenya knew that too, and with a lifting of her eyes again to Flayer's, she concentrated once more on pleasing him with her mouth, moaning low against his sensitive skin, and trailing her tongue, at one point, from the cockhead to his balls, and back up again, before engulfing him in her mouth once more...

Tonya finished her cleaning of the girl and, using a soft towel, dried her. She stood, leaving the bag of coin on the small table nearby, she palmed 3 silver, and showed Flayer what she was taking, which was what he had offered. His bare nod let her know he was satisfied with what she did and she gathered the bucket and towels and quietly left. She was a bit surprised to find that she, herself, was a bit aroused, and hoped she would be able to entice Micah into using her....

Lenya continued her pleasuring of Flayer, nipple chain brushing against his thighs as she moved and she felt his claws tighten a bit in her hair as he spoke... "We'll have to remove your nipple chain before we leave. Too easy that to catch on your armor or for some bastard to grab it. I'm going to keep your nipples pierced, though. There's something about the way the goblin wire pierces your intimate flesh that just..."

She shivered slightly. She too had worried about the chain and just in the Tavern, that drunk human male had almost grabbed hold. It would be an easy way to incapacitate her, and pulling them outright, would cause heavy damage, let alone pain.. the thought of that poor Human Slave girl that Great-Pike had.... she shoved that thought out of her head. It would hurt, she thought, to remove the hoops and replace, but would be better off in the long run. One thought did sooth her, the idea of Flayer's tongue, caressing and licking her sore nipples, and just that idea sent a wave of arousal and heat over her...

Once Tonya was gone, Flayer laid back and let Lenya have her head, so to speak, allowing her feel rein to pleasure him, his claws digging into the furs as she did so. Her mouth and throat took him length in to the hilt, sucking hard and deep, the wetness soaking him and dripping to cover his balls. The sounds of her lips and her measured breathing, filled the now quiet den, this accented with her low purrs of contentment and lust....

Flayer then sat up, pushing Lenya gently off his cock. With a low growl, he easily took her to her back in the furs and mounted her, she parting her legs wide for him.. His rock hard cock found and pushed deeply into the warm, welcoming embrace of her pussy, the now flush folds gripping his shaft and drawing him in... Lenya arched her back with a deep sigh as he entered her, letting her eyes close... which brought forth his command ... "Look at Me..my Lenya"....

Her eyes snapped open and locked in his once more. "Flayerrrrr" she whispered... "Master... Flayerrrr... you.... own... me" she affirmed, the words slipping so easily from her lips. She knew then she would not let anyone take her away from him again. That thought surprised her. Yet it comforted her....

Her body began to rock, her hips rolling upwards to allow him deeper penetration into the depths of her, her legs wrapping around his now pistoning hips, his cock thrusting, their bodies coming together, skin on skin, her own hands grasping around his torso to his back, his planted on either side of her body as he claimed her again, and again...

 

[Otto26]

Flayer rocked into Lenya's willing body and gazed into her willing soul, taking what she was giving, which was absolutely everything. Her breasts gently shook and the skin above them flushed, all the way up her neck to her chin. Even her lips parted to him, there for his use if he desired. He took her, not slowly, but at a measured pace, savoring the feast rather than bolting the kill. And he enjoyed more than her body. Oh, her body was a feast of physical pleasure. Her soft cunt sucked at him and she angled herself to give him more of it. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples as hard as the metal that pierced them. Her legs pulled him in, fighting against him each time he fractionally withdrew. But her eyes... Oh, her eyes. He saw desire in them, a hunger that matched his. He wanted to claim her and fuck her to the exclusion of all else and she wanted him to claim her and fuck her to the exclusion of all else. The collar she wore in her skin reflected the collar she wore on her soul.

The thought made him wonder. If he extended the thought... If her collar was a thing of the soul and he held the leash, could he release the leash? Was he bound to her in a similar fashion to the way she was bound to him? It was a strange thought. You leashed fuckmeat to control them. But she was more than fuckmeat, she was Lenya. If he dropped the leash she would put it into his hand, he knew. It was not attached to him by a collar, physical or spiritual, but... When he held it, he was attached. To her. And her to him. A strange thought, yes, but one that filled him with desire.

The thought was enough to push him over the edge and he growled in satisfaction as he filled her, streams of his seed painting her depths and marking her, again, as his. Her lips and eyes smiled at him as she felt the hot rush in her and she gasped, her body trembling and then shaking beneath him, clutching at him, grinding against him, as she struggled to keep her eyes open, thanking him, begging for more, promising him anything he desired. And every caress of her eyes, cunt, legs, and hands extended his pleasure until he wondered if he would ride the first climax straight into a second.

But, at last, they came down from that peak and he lay atop her in a sweaty, tangled heap, their bodies still joined.

"I am unsure about Book," he confessed. "Clearly it is in the interest of the lair and us to have him in charge here. We need to remain a part of Great Dart's lair in order to stay together, but if we go back they might tell me I can't keep you. Then we'd have to leave the lair, which would bring us back here, but much weaker. So, for now, I think we should stay here and help Book cement his position and try to weld him more closely to us. But we need to be wary of him; he's a fanatic and they are not always rational. If we get in his way... What do you think?"

 

[RainingHeat]

Lenya knew what she and Flayer had was.... different. She had known that almost from moment one... But she did not quite understand it. It was enslavement yes, but a level that differed from most. Most slaves felt powerless, trapped, frightened, despairing, sad, maybe even angry to some level. She felt none of that. Yes, she was scared at first, yes she had felt scared and yes, angry, when with Great-Pike. But those feelings never surrounded Flayer, she felt none of that with him. Even when he marked her. When he used her. When he commanded her.

She lay beneath him now, her body and his still entwined, he still inside her, although the heavy spasming of his cock as he filled her had waned... Both were only now calming, their breathing relaxing, and a few moments later, Flayer shifted some, moving behind her as she rolled to her side. Yes, his cock slid free, but it was comfortable nestled against her ass as his body possessively curled around her slender form, arm around her, cupping her breast as he breathed, and spoke into her ear....

"I am unsure about Book," he confessed. "Clearly it is in the interest of the lair and us to have him in charge here. We need to remain a part of Great Dart's lair in order to stay together, but if we go back they might tell me I can't keep you. Then we'd have to leave the lair, which would bring us back here, but much weaker. So, for now, I think we should stay here and help Book cement his position and try to weld him more closely to us. But we need to be wary of him; he's a fanatic and they are not always rational. If we get in his way... What do you think?"

Lenya paused and then first addressed Flayer's fear of not being able to keep her.... "I do not think that Dart would make such an ill advised decision to take me from you. If Dart DID make such a decision... I would quickly remind him how he felt and what he DID when Great-Hook attempted to lay claim to Safi. Our bond is the same as Dart's and Safi's... if not stronger. Dart is a smart Goblin.... But.... I understand his postion. A trio keeps a "fuckmeat"... He may be afraid that Okaying you to keep me, others would want to keep any they capture even when not a trio... But...I would argue that RUNT is worth any other 2 Goblins.... in ANY fight or ANY situation..."

"As for Book... Fanatic... yes, he is a fanatic, that is the best way to describe him. There is something about him I do not trust. I would be curious what Dart's feelings are about him, and Safi's... What is Book's end run? He is a half breed, like me, and like Great-Dart, right? What does he want to accomplish? What happens if... or really... when... the Humans and Eleves rebel against half breeding? Elves do not tolerate half-breeds, at least half-breed Elves. If they tought I was foul, what would they think of an Elf/Goblin mixed blood? They, meaning the Elves, like to think that Goblins can not breed with Elves. Hell, humans want to believe that to, why do you think that Dart and Book are HERE and NOT living amongst Humans... I just don't know of proliferating his idea is... smart. It may... start an all out war..."

"I think, Master Flayer, the only ones we can trust are each other and Runt, right now"...

Just that idea bonded them even closer...

 

[Otto26]

"I don't know," Flayer mused. "If he's going to get laid here on a regular basis I'm not sure we can trust Runt."

The dorg huffed at him.

"I have to admit I've never considered the question of half-breeds," he continued. "I just see people. Runt. Great Dart. Stab-Gut. You. I've never really cared about where people came from. You're either with me or against me. It seems like a stupid waste of effort to bother getting angry at someone because they come from different bloodlines or places. In any case, I'll pick the road that makes it easiest for us to keep you." It wasn't quite that simple, but that nicely summarized his position on the subject; he didn't care where anyone came from so long as they didn't threaten him and his.

Lenya's breast felt good in his hand and her body felt even better pressed against him. For a moment he considered fighting off the sleep and taking her again, but he was enjoying this moment too much to end it. He'd fuck her later.

***

Runt rumbled a moment before the footsteps woke Flayer a moment before the knock sounded on the door. His head moved and Lenya stirred.

"I have your supplies ready," Book announced.

Flayer sat up and stretched. The comfort of the furs and pillows had pulled him into a very deep sleep. He'd even managed to sleep with a prize-winning erection. It would have to wait, he decided, he wouldn't keep Book waiting.

"Up, Lenya," he cheerfully commanded, hand reaching down to give her nipple chain a light tug.

There were pots to piss in, even for Runt, and prostitutes took them away when they were finished. In the common room two men, they had the look of merchants, waited by a pile of armor and weapons.

"Master Allen, the armorer and Master Marcus, the jeweler," Book introduced them "And this is Flayer, Runt, and Lenya of the lair of Great Dart."

"Good to meet you, Master Flayer," the jeweler said. "Is this the slave?"

"You wanted to take care of the chain," Book prompted.

"Yes, this is her," Flayer replied.

The jeweler grunted understanding. "Tits on the table, tart," he ordered, indicating that she should kneel next to one of the human-sized tables and... put her tits on the table.

 

[RainingHeat]

Lenya too found that, the furs and softness, along with the warmth and the knowledge that, at the moment, they were safe and did not have to be as "on guard" as before, she too fell into a deep, contented, and very restful sleep. She needed it..

"Up Lenya".. she almost startled awake, she had been in that deep a sleep...

Sitting up, she shook her head slightly, sending a cascade of her golden hair swirling, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, blinking her gaze into focus. It was the first time, upon waking in, in a long long time, that she craved a hot cup of tea, something she remembered from when living with her mother. They would have tea in the mornings.

Instead, she took a deep drink of the water skin while Book and Flayer spoke, introducing 2 others that Book had brought with him, she then drawing a fur around herself. She may have been enslaved to a Goblin, but these were men, and she simply wanted to be cautious...

"Master Allen, the armorer and Master Marcus, the jeweler," Book introduced them "And this is Flayer, Runt, and Lenya of the lair of Great Dart."

"Good to meet you, Master Flayer," the jeweler said. "Is this the slave?" His eyes roamed over her, but only for a moment.

"You wanted to take care of the chain," Book prompted.

"Yes, this is her," Flayer replied.

The jeweler grunted understanding. "Tits on the table, tart," he ordered, indicating that she should kneel next to one of the human-sized tables and... put her tits on the table.

Lenya glanced at Flayer for confirmation and the slightest nod got her moving. Book saw that little motion and his admiration grew. He'd seen a lot of fuckmeat slaves, but none like this one, other than Safi, of course...

Lenya stood, keeping the fur about her shoulders and stepped to where the one man, Marcus, indicated. Lowering slowly to her knees, she let the fur fall to her waist and leaned forward, placing her breasts on the table. Her nipples had begun healing, and were not nearly as red, swollen or angry as they had been. But it was obvious to the Jeweler that a non-professional had done this piercing. Here, if a Goblin or Human wanted a slave pierced, he offered his services for a couple of coin, well worth it to get it done right. He shook his head as he began his work... "this is going to sting" he warned, as he unhooked the chain and clipped the hoops open, pulling them free of each nipple.

Sting did not begin to describe it. It HURT, but Lenya held her tongue, hissing a bit, her cheek flushing.

"This will help" Marcus used a cotton ball to apply some antiseptic to cleanse the piercing and a numbing agent. He was quick and efficient, and the golden barbells were in inserted in place of the hoops. He sat back and admired his work. "Now that... looks good on her" he commented. He could not deny that she was gorgeous, her breasts were near perfect and yes, he was fighting off an erection. But that was the nature of the beast when dealing with nipples.

"Here are the chains that you can adorn her with as you desire, single or multiple. You simply remove the small ball at the end of the barbell and slip the chain in place and tighten that small ball again. Now, truth be told..." Marcus glanced at the Goblin and his claws..."it would be best to have her do it, if you trust her for that, or another human, as it is a bit delicate to get into place"... Marcus demonstrated so that both Lenya and Flayer could see.... He used the triple chain... and when it was in place, it looked exquisite against her skin...

Marcus accepted the coin that Flayer offered and stepped back with a nod of thanks. His arousal was a bit obvious and he excused himself.

The Armorer stepped forward, indicating with a motion of his hand that Lenya should stand, which she did. Allen went to work fitting her for the Leather she would wear, a chest piece and a skirt that touched just barely above her knees. "This will provide protection and easy movement. And, is easy to remove when needed... and... lastly, as you requested Sir Flayer... " He gave Lenya a light push ... "Present yourself on your hands and knees slave" he stated, matter of factly. Lenya knew what he and Flayer wanted and she went to her hands and knees, hips and ass up, the leather skirt easily pushed up to bare her to Flayer when he desired, making it easy for him to take her for his pleasure, even when in the leathers.

Flayer ran a claw along Lenya's ass cheek as he got himself fitted for some newer leather armor as well, chuckling to himself when he felt her tremble. She stayed in that position until Flayer indicated she could move, which she did, getting to her knees at his side.

"The armor will be done this afternoon" Allen stated. "I can bring it here or you can come by my shop in town and pick it up, your call..."

"Oh... and Book mentioned you wanted some silk for your girl to wear. I took the liberty of picking this up for you for now. I can fashion a couple of silken shifts for her to wear as well, just tell me what you like, and those will be ready this afternoon too." Allen tossed a emerald green silken "dress" to Flayer...

 

[Otto26]

Flayer fingered the unfamiliar fabric. He could understand why it would be compared to the feeling of cunt.

"Put it on," he casually ordered, tossing the garment to Lenya. He and Book and Allen watched Lenya remove her armor and shimmy into the silken garment. She turned slowly to display it to him, a grin on her face.

"It hides your ass," he growled. "And I can't see your cunt. Or your breasts," he complained. His hand reached out to stroke her cheek, the smile on her face was... "Your face is beautiful, though. And your eyes are bright. Goblin green looks good on you," he admitted. "Does the garment make you happy?"

 

[RainingHeat]

Flayer tossed Lenya the soft, silken slip of a dress? It was not even a dress. In human terms, this was more of an undergarment, or something one would wear only in the bedroom. But Flayer was not human. In his world, females were naked. So this was a luxury well beyond the animal skin covering he had been allowing her to wear..

All that aside, it was gorgeous...

"Put it on"...

Lenya nodded, feeling Flayer's gaze possessively slithering over her, never mind the staring of Book and Allen, as she let armor that Allen had been fitting on her fall free, baring her naked body to the 3 of them. Marcus, the jeweler was missing the show. He was outside, taking care of his own business as his arousal had gotten the better of him...

The silk slid down her body as she slipped it on like shimmering water flowing over her curves. The luscious material hung just below the cheeks of her ass, and clung seductively to each breast, just tight enough to see the outline of her peaked nipples and the gold adornments that pierced each...

To Flayer, evidenced by his low growl that he could not see her ass or her breasts, it covered her too much. To Book and Allen, it highlighted her natural beauty, with her crystal clear eyes and sunlight golden mane of hair..

To Lenya, it felt beautiful. The silk was a soft caress against her skin and the fact that she was modestly covered gave her a level of comfort that she had been missing. And it showed, in the way she moved, slowly swaying around to showcase for Flayer how the silk danced upon her body, how the gentle touch slithered and slipped along smooth skin, and it showed in the glitter in her eyes, and the gleam of her wide smile, which only served to light up her features and show even more of the deep seated beauty that lay within her.

"Your face is beautiful, and your eyes are bright. Goblin green looks good on you," Flayer admitted. "Does the garment make you happy?"

Lenya caressed her fingertips up along her torso, over her breasts, feeling the succulent touch of the silk, and as she moved, the light of the small fire nearby played off the surface in glints of sparkle... And again, it felt like a dream on her skin...

To his question, Lenya met Flayer's eyes with her own, holding that gaze between them for a full 2 or more minutes, before she slowly sank to her knees at his feet, lowering to brush her moistened lips to each, her way of thanking him for allowing her to wear something so beautiful, and moreso, allowing her the comfort of being more modest.

"Yes, Master Flayer" she answered as she looked up to him. "I am so much more comfortable adorned like this. And yes... happy".... It was not just the silk that made her happy, it was the fact that he was taking her feelings into consideration. That was not something Goblins did with Fuckmeat, even though she knew she was not just fuckmeat to him anymore.

Book and Allen merely watched, with Book stating, more to himself... "Where did you manage to find her?"

He wanted one. He wanted a Lenya. He had always wanted a Safi, but had never been "close" to Safi, had never seen her up close that is. Was Safi this way with Great-Dart? Had Flayer found another "Muse?" ....

 

[Otto26]

Testing my ability to add graphic images to the threads:

Relative sizes of Runt, Flayer, and Lenya.

Lenya in new armor.

Lenya's green slip

 

[Otto26]

Flayer ignored Book, enjoying Lenya's submission to him. He could still feel the tickle of her lips against his skin, and see her ass peeking from beneath the garment as she knelt to him. "But I can't see your cunt," he growled/whined to Lenya. "But... I like your smile, so I suppose you can wear it."

"The armor?" Allen prompted after swallowing to ensure he could speak.

"Bring it here," Flayer replied.

"Very good. And payment?" the merchant followed up.

"The colony will be making payment," Book answered.

The merchant nodded his head and gathered his things.

"Master Allen?" Flayer prompted. The merchant stopped and turned.

Flayer knelt down, pushing Lenya's head to the floor. His free hand reached around to spread her legs and pussy lips to the merchant. "I would like another garment for Lenya in this color," he said.

The merchant swallowed, twice, before he felt able to reply. "I'll do my best, Master... Flayer. A deep pink is a difficult color. I may have to send South... But I will do my best."

Flayer nodded his acknowledgement and stood, pulling Lenya back up into a kneeling position, as the flustered merchant hurried out.

"I bet he doesn't see a lot of cunt," Book said.

"It's good I showed him Lenya's then," Flayer stated, "so that he knows the proper color." He rubbed her head affectionately. "Bring us some food and drink, Lenya." He walked over to a goblin-size table and sat. Book sat opposite him and gestured.

"You should meet your guide," he said.

A small human sat down next to Book. 'Small' applied, but only in relation to average humans. He was barely taller than Lenya and slightly built. His face was marked by a large, livid scar that ran out of his hairline and down across an eye and cheek. He was dressed in clothing that looked well made, well used, well maintained, and intended to convey the idea that he was a warrior without actually being armor. He carried a short sword and at least three knives that Flayer could see.

"Big Scar," Book said.

"Hello, lair-brother," the human said softly. He spoke a little slowly, but his soft voice was firm.

Flayer looked at Book, lair-brother was the technical term for male goblins who belonged to the same lair, but it was an archaic term which wasn't in common use; every goblin knew who his lair-brothers were and didn't have to announce that.

"Oh, yes, Big Scar is a lair-brother," Book confirmed. "Great Dart himself made Big Scar a member of the lair." Books amusement at Flayer was obvious.

"Don't mind, Book, he's just being goblin," Big Scar said.

"Good to meet you, lair-brother," Flayer said. "I'm Flayer, that's Runt, and she's Lenya."

"She's very pretty fuckmeat, Flayer. I congratulate you."

Flayer blinked, unsure of where Big Scar was heading.

"Big Scar and I deal with the humans," Book explained. "Humans sometimes react better to other humans. Even to Big Scar. Which is why he does a lot of traveling."

"I take things here and there," Big Scar added. "I know the roads and trails and people. I can take you to the wizard, no problem."

"Our last guide was... a little difficult," Flayer said.

"Did he try to rape your fuckmeat?"

"Yes."

Big Scar nodded his head. "It happens. People think they can just take and then get upset when you show them their intestines to teach them a lesson. I won't do that. But if you want to share I'd like that."

"I'll think about that," Flayer said. He meant it. A human lair-brother who acted like a polite, cooperative goblin? Maybe Book was less of a fanatic and more of a realist than Flayer had thought.

"She's amazing," Book told Big Scar.

"She looks amazing," Big Scar said. "We should travel by day," he changed the subject, "because Humans get jumpy at night. If we travel on the roads during the day then they know we aren't raiders here to kill them and take their women."

Book laughed and Big Scar smiled to show he'd been joking; the lair didn't steal or kidnap inside the human lands and they made sure that no northern goblins got this far south. But humans were still afraid of them. That tickled the goblin sense of humor.

"Two days walk East," the human added. "I'll get you to the tower. I can stay a day or two, but if your work will take longer than that then I'll need to leave you."

 

[RainingHeat]

She had not quite expected to be "displayed" as she was, with her head pushed to the floor, her hips up, legs widely spread, and her pussy folds opened by Flayer's claws. But she did not move, of course, staying stilled, feeling the eyes of both Book and Allen on her, burning into her.

"I would like another garment for Lenya in this color," Flayer said.

The merchant swallowed, twice, before he felt able to reply. "I'll do my best, Master... Flayer. A deep pink is a difficult color. I may have to send South... But I will do my best."

Lenya closed her eyes. She could feel the Armor's arousal now, feel his frustration. No anger, no desire to take what was not his. But a frustration that he himself, did not have one such as her that he could use, or... love... Lenya felt it then, different than what she sometimes sensed with Goblins and Half Blood Goblins. Allen was human. He wanted love. That was why he did not have a slave or fuckmeat of his own. Lenya could feel his emotions flowing off him..

Settling back in her kneeling position, Lenya's gaze followed the Armorer out the door. Everyone wanted love, right? At least in the Human and Elven worlds. Did Goblins feel love? Did Dart love Safi? Did Flayer... love... Lenya stopped then. She understood that it was a much more complicated feeling in the Goblin way of life. It was not that simple.

"I bet he doesn't see a lot of cunt," Book said.

"He wants love" was Lenya's statement to the 2 of them. Both looked at her quizzically. But did not elaborate right now, a rumbling belly, from Runt, was what reminded them that they had yet to eat this morning...

"It's good I showed him Lenya's then," Flayer stated, "so that he knows the proper color." He rubbed her head affectionately. "Bring us some food and drink, Lenya." He walked over to a goblin-size table and sat. Book sat opposite him and gestured.

Her own belly grumbled a bit now, and she nodded, lifting to her feet and heading out of the den, very mindful that both Flayer and Book watched her leave... the silk playing seductively over her form as she moved...

The day was a bit dreary, clouds cast the light into an eerie grey color. Lenya passed someone heading to the den, but that did not worry her. Runt was there. Both Flayer and Runt were well able to take care of any unwanted intruders. But perhaps this human was wanted? He was light of build and his face was marred by a large scar, but that was all she could see of him before he disappeared into the den... and she into the back door of the Tavern...

She found Tonya at the bar... "Sir Micah is still asleep" she explained, with the slightest of smiles on her face. Lenya could easily feel the slave girl's satisfaction at having been thoroughly used during the night.

"Master Flayer requests food and drink, what do you recommend?"

Tonya smiled and quickly set up a tray with some roasted turkey, seared fish, and an assortment of root vegetables. She then filled 2 pitchers, one with cool fresh water and the other with a brewed mead...

"Thank you Miss Tonya... but I need one more thing. A large slab of ribs for Runt. Raw, if you have it. Perhaps wild boar or mountain deer?"

Tonya nodded ... "Micah considered that last night.." and with that being said, wrapped a skin around 2 very large slabs of boar ribs for Lenya to take back to the den.

"I will make sure Master Flayer conveys his thanks for you and Micah's hospitality"... Lenya turned and carefully made her way out of the quiet Tavern. It was early, there were only a smattering of patrons there, but all watched as the elven looking girl made her way out the back, many of them whispering among themselves about her..

Lenya was back at the den quickly, and lay the food and drink on the table. She could see that the scarred human was now there...

She tossed the ribs to Runt, who snuffled happily and went to work devouring his meal...

Lenya then settled to her knees next to Flayer and intently listened to the conversataion. Flayer allowed her to take a small plate and feed herself, which she did so as she listened the 3 of them speak. She turned her gaze to Book as he spoke.

He was an interesting one to her. A half blood, like she was, only he was half Goblin, half Human, born to a fuckmeat slave. She got that easily out of his thoughts, not to mention that his birth mother wanted nothing to do with the "abomination" that he was, in her eyes. Lenya wondered what happened to his birth mother? And he was not the only one she birthed either. Did Dart have a breeding farm? She had not seen one when she was there, albeit she was there for only a short time, and now she was beginning to wonder.

She could feel his devotion to Safi and Great-Dart. In fact, it was almost as if they, were his parents. Was he fathered by Dart?

Lenya realized that the idea of Half Blood breeding was Dart's. Was that a good idea? Had Dart thought it through? Both Dart and Safi were half bloods. They had to know that Humans and Elves, not to mention Dwarves, were not the biggest fans of mingling species blood lines, if one wanted to call it that. Orcs, Lenya was not all that sure about Orcs...

"Two days walk East," the human added. "I'll get you to the tower. I can stay a day or two, but if your work will take longer than that then I'll need to leave you."

Lenya's thoughts were interrupted by that statement. Flayer was planning on taking her to the tower, where they, or she, would help the wizard gather some sort of ingredient or ingredients for his potions for breeding.

Book was all in for this endeavor, of course... He supported Great-Dart completely. And it was apparent some humans were not opposed to it. Out of Humans and Elves, Humans would be more accepting, Lenya knew that. At least until they felt threatened, then things could and would change on a dime. Elves, they would never accept this, and Elves outnumbered humans in alot of the areas, espeically the further South and West you went. North and Eastern had more humans, not to mention Dwares and Orcs. Goblins, of course, were not picky and could be found in all areas.

With a slight cant to her head she studied the Scarred one. A battle suddenly began to play out in her mind, she saw the smaller human, young, barely a teen really, defending a downed horse with a woman trapped beneath. With a horrific yell, an Orc attacked, and the Human defended, and defended well, but not before the slash of the dagger tore open his face, and blood flowed. With a savage scream, the young one drove his own sword into and through the advancing Orc's throat, the sword emerging from the other side. As the Orc fell, the youth jumped atop him and with 3 swift motions, in his rage, severed the Orc's head. It was bloody.. but the youth survived. The female did not....

"My mother" .... Lenya blinked and stared at the Scarred one. He was not even looking at her and had not "spoken"... except in her head, much like Runt did. As Flayer and Book got into a conversation about what was expected once they reached the Wizard's tower, the Scarred one winked at Lenya... He was abit endowed with the ability to hear and speak within his mind as well... "Maybe we can talk later"... again this was only in her mind... She quickly closed off any thoughts or ideas or anything about her from his own probing, something that he could not do, nor did he realize she had. His talent was... limited... but it was there...