Barbarian Legends - Goblinslayer 05

Another orgasm shook Lady Sybbil to her core, body spasming as she moaned and whimpered. Her breath came in short rasps. She cried out as Rebus twisted the nipple of the breast he was kneading. Sybbil was so thoroughly fucked she felt weak and unable to do anything but be used by the two men. However, she still had one request, and she croaked, "Argh. Please, fill me up."

"Will do you naughty cumslut," Rebus whispered in her ear.

When Mikal grunted out he was cumming, Rebus also let the tingling sensation in his tip wash over his cock. Both men shot their load with heavy thrusts deep inside Sybbil. When he was spent, Rebus let Mikal crawl from under her and then released her neck, slapping both her tits before stepping back.

The stunning Lady Sybbil slumped on the bed. She had been fucked senseless and barely managed to stay on her hands and knees. Her elbows buckled and her bountiful chest crashed on the bed. Rebus was pleased seeing her ass remaining stuck in the air. His generous load was dripping out of her clenching asshole and mixing with Mikal's load that leaked from her pussy.

That was a good fuck, he decided and considered moving Lady Sybbil up in his tier list of ladies of the court. She would at least rise three to four places, but he had to visit Lady Clair again before deciding if Sybbil was to be placed above her.

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Trolk Tul heaved himself out of his palanquin, his breath laboured and hunger gnawing at him. The journey through the Underground to reach this hidden burrow had been exhausting. He knew it wouldn't be long before he could eat again. Reflecting on his journey, he felt a sense of accomplishment. It was remarkable how brilliant ideas could arise from the most basic of needs. The entire effort behind this secret research warren had originated from his own hunger. Tul took pride in this realization. While others might devise intricate and convoluted schemes, he believed in the power of simplicity. He was confident that he would soon prove to everyone that the simplest plans were often the most effective.

He looked down into the vast mutagen vats and observed the mutants beginning to form within the bubbling, glowing fluids. He examined the enormous tanks that delivered precise doses of mutating fluids into the vats under the supervision of vigilant mutationmasters. The distinct odour of ozone and peculiar chemicals filled the air, triggering an itch in his nose. To Tul, however, this scent was comforting as it reminded him of the warrens where his clan had raised him and where his journey to power had begun.

With a grin that revealed his large, yellow, filed teeth, Trolk Tul felt the familiar pang of his insatiable hunger. Rare among goblins, this hunger, named the Ever-Hunger after their deity, typically followed combat or other violent activities, signaling a time to feast on prey. However, Tul experienced this hunger constantly, suspecting that prolonged exposure to mutagens had altered him. Such mutations were not uncommon among Clan Frak leaders, but Tul believed his transformation had also enhanced his intellect, making him exceptionally clever and cunning compared to other goblins. This heightened mental capacity demanded constant nourishment, fuelling his insatiable appetite.

Munchy glanced up nervously at him. Tul sensed the unease in the hunchbacked goblin's demeanour, likely pondering the rumours of other lackeys allegedly devoured by Tul. With a lick of his lips using his unusually long, pink tongue, Tul affirmed the truth of those rumours. The mutagen lanterns cast light on the thick lenses Munchy wore to correct his poor eyesight. Tul nodded, relishing the sight of Munchy's nervous leap backward.

Munchy was small and weak, and relied heavily on his thick glasses due to his severe near-sightedness. In many goblin clans, his physical shortcomings would have led to his death, but Clan Frak had recognized his potential and spared his life, a fact Tul knew Munchy deeply appreciated. Despite his limitations, Munchy had proven invaluable to Clan Frak, particularly as a mutationmaster. He excelled in breeding and shaping various creatures, likely making him the best in Clan Frak's illustrious history. Now, he proudly displayed the vat containing what could be Clan Frak's most significant achievement yet.

Trolk Tul inspected its contents. It was a goblin with a slender frame and elongated arms and legs. Its fingers ended in needle-like claws. Munchy had promised they would be more vicious, without any emotions, and extremely aggressive. Tul was looking at one of the most potent weapons the world would ever know.

"It doesn't look like much, does it?" Tul said in his slow, deep rumbling voice, challenging Munchy.

"Perhaps not, master, but appearances can be deceptive." The mutationmaster's voice was unusually high for a goblin's, and his words had an odd insinuating quality. "This beautiful creature will lay waste to entire cities, will bring nations to their knees, will cause the world to bow before the might of Clan Frak!"

Tul nodded in a slow, satisfied way. He knew this was true. He just liked to hear his lackey say it. "You are sure there will be no problems, Munchy? Absolutely sure?"

"Yes, master. We have bred thousands of these creatures and we have tested a great many of them."

"Good! And what did you find?"

"They will destroy anything in their path."

"Excellent." Tul smacked his lips. The satisfaction made him even more hungry.

"Such wickedness is distilled into them they consume the bodies of their victims. And even each other's when there's nothing else to eat."

"You have done splendidly, Munchy."

The hunchback seemed almost to swell up with the effects of the praise. "And they can be created in batches of up to a hundred."

"They grow quickly?"

"They grow fully mature within a day, providing we add enough nutrition to the vat."

Tul threw back his head and let his deep rumbling laughter pour forth. Such a simple idea, he thought. When these merciless killers were released into the human city, they would eliminate all the humans within days. After that, the goblinoid creatures would turn on themselves. The entire city would be completely free for the taking. The triumph would belong to Clan Frak. Word would soon reach the Council of Goblinkind and a suitable reward would be found for Trolk Tul.

"Are we ready to begin?"

"Yes master. We have the stolen barge almost ready. The conversion will be done in days. We will ship the specimens up the river and into the city."

"Perfect." All they would have to do was offload the barge's deadly cargo in the city. A few disposable house troops could see to that easily enough. Perhaps some goblin-ogres just to be on the safe side. "Do so as soon as preparations are complete. Don't fail me, Munchy!"

"Of course, master."

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Girn walked through the doors of the Full Tankard and every head in the place turned to look at him. At first, he wondered what for, but then Hans asked him, "What did the king have to say?"

"Nothing special," he murmured and considered his encounter with Magister Rebus. It seemed that, at long last, the authorities were taking the goblin threat seriously. At the same time, Rebus appeared to have made some very strange assumptions about Girn. He seemed to assume that Girn was far cleverer and more involved with all of this than he actually was. Well, as long as he asked no questions about the death of Danton Lynch and the burning of the Office of Ingenuity, Girn was not going to disappoint him. The fact that Rebus had deduced a vast and well-organised goblin conspiracy from several random acts that Girn had perpetrated himself might have been amusing except for one thing. It was quite evident that there was indeed a vast and well-organised goblin conspiracy. Even though he himself had killed Lynch, the man had dealt with goblins. Clan Dagger assassins had nearly burned down the Full Tankard to kill him. The engineers of Clan Arx had been robbing the Office. The diseasemongers had infiltrated the Black Gardens of Zoaris to spread foul diseases.

Magister Rebus had made no secret of the fact that goblin patrols had been sighted in the sewers and other areas around the city. Scouting parties, most likely. Girn was forced to concede that, wrong though many of his facts had been, Rebus' basic conclusion was most likely correct. The goblins planned something big here in Yeledor. The fact that they kept popping up and causing trouble supported that assumption.

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Shaman Utkut smiled. Things were going well. He inspected the mass of papers that lay before him and revelled in the messages they contained. Almost ten thousand goblin troops would soon be in position in the Underground beneath and around the city of Yeledor. So large a host had not been mustered since ever, Utkut thought. It was the largest force the Council of Goblinkind had dispatched to assault a human city. And it was his to command. When he gave the word, it would attack and in a frenzy of overwhelming ferocity would overwhelm the pitiful humans above.

For a brief instant his mind conjured up delightful visions of destruction and death. He could picture the burning buildings, the humans hacked to pieces or led off as slaves. He saw himself striding through the ruins triumphant. The very thought made his shrivelled member stiffen.

Things were going very well indeed. Even Utkut's enemies were aiding his plans. That vile barbarian had, guided by Utkut's brilliant insight, uncovered the lair of Leprous Foulbreath and stopped his plans. The diseasemonger had returned from the surface world alone, and no trace could be found of the Cauldron of Brutal Bight. Utkut was delighted.

He studied the plans of the city before him. The various invasion routes were well marked in red, blue and green fluorescent ink. They glowed in front of his eyes in a bright tangle and snarl of lines. Here and there circles indicated breakout points where the army would erupt onto the surface. The sheer labyrinthine complexity of it all filled Utkut's brain with pleasure. But the most pleasure came from his contemplation of what would happen afterwards.

The city would be garrisoned against human attempts to retake it. He would set up slave camps and make the captured humans build additional defences around the city. Then they could dam the river with a great waterwheel which would provide power for the goblins' machines and factories. At some point they would erect a huge, one hundred goblin-length high statue of their conquerors, and it seemed only fair to Utkut that he should be the model for it, for truly he would personify the goblin spirit of conquest to them. It would be a glorious time, and the first of many victories that would end with all the human lands permanently and utterly under goblin rule.

He heard a not very discreet shuffle outside the curtains of his sanctum. A shrill voice said: "Greatest of generals, it is I, Tix Gur, and I bring news most urgent."

Disturbed from his reverie, Utkut was inclined to be snappish but Tix had proven to be an invaluable lackey just recently, and his sources of information had been excellent. "Enter! What is this urgent news? I once blasted a lackey who kept me waiting a moment too long. Stripped his flesh to the bones. Speak!"

"My birthkin Qrik serves Clan Frak."

"Indeed. And you think this information is worthy of the consideration of a shaman?"

"No, most perceptive of potentates! It's just that he has a habit of gossiping when he has consumed alcohol."

"I see. And you, of course, are often sharing a flask or two with him."

"Yes! This morning, in fact. He has told me that his master, Trolk Tul, has a great plan afoot. One that will bring the human city to its knees. He claims that Tul's plan will bring Clan Frak great glory and will make the clanleader famous. Even more so - his words, not mine, master - than shaman Utkut."

News of this treacherous claim came as no surprise to Utkut. It was ever the fate of great goblin to be undermined by jealous lackeys. Doubtless Trolk Tul sought to win esteem in the eyes of the Council of Goblinkind at the expense of Utkut. Well, the shaman knew ways of dealing with that. "And what is this plan?"

"Alas, the fool could not say. He has merely heard the Fraks chitter among themselves. He knows it has something to do with a barge, for he himself led the raid to steal one from the humans. He has no other hard details."

"Then go and find some. Now!"

"I go, master." Tix bowed as he retreated back through the drapes.

Utkut slumped down in his throne. Certain things were starting to make sense. He had heard reports that one of the human barges had been stolen. He had merely put it down to some warriors exceeding their orders, and doing some private plundering. Now it seemed that there was another ulterior and sinister motive. Utkut knew that his position would not be safe until he found out what that was.

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"I don't like youz one bit," the man said, slumping down in his chair. "Stay away with those gargantuan handsez!"

"You're drunk," Girn said. "Go home!"

"Thiz iz a tavern! My copperz az good az anyone'siz. I'll go home when I pleasez. I don't take orders from the likes o' youz."

Girn was getting tired of this. He had seen drunks like this before: belligerent, full of self-pity, just looking for trouble. He saw the punch coming a league away. The man was drunk and slow. He raised his hand to block it. His forearm stung from the force of the blow. The man was strong.

"Bastard!" the man shouted. "I'll show youz." He lashed out with a kick that caught Girn in the shin. Sharp pain stabbed through Girn. By reflex, he lashed out with his right hand and caught the man under the jaw. The man could not handle Girn's strength and dropped like a pole-axed ox. The surrounding crowd applauded. Girn turned around to bow ironically and he saw Mina looking at him with a look of lust in her eyes.

Just looking at her, Girn could guess what was on her mind. But he had to wait until after their shift to find out.

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"You have found out more of the Clan Frak's schemes, I hope?" Utkut allowed some of his anger and impatience to show in his voice. Over the past few days Tix had spent considerable sums from the shaman's treasury but still had not produced any results. The little goblin stumbled over his words.

"Y-yes, yes, most p-p-perspicacious of masters. I h-have."

"Good! Speak up!"

"It's not g-good, most f-f-forgiving of masters."

"What?" Utkut leaned forward to glare down at the puny goblin and watched him flinch. Few could endure the shaman's stare when it suited him to use it.

"Regretfully, the wicked Fraks may already have implemented their plan."

Cold fury clutched Utkut's heart. "Out with it!"

"M-my birthkin overheard the clanleader gloating. It seems a barge bearing Clan Frak's secret weapon will arrive in the city tonight. Once it arrives, the city will fall. He knows that it has something to do with new creations but he's not sure what. Clan Frak are very technical and have their own words for many things."

"May the Ever-Hungry gnaw your birthkin's entrails! Is he hearing any more?"

"Just that the barge has been painted black to conceal it from human eyes and that it will arrive this very night. It may even have done so already, most m-magnificent of m-m-masters."

Utkut's trembled with anger. What could he do? He could mobilise his troops and interfere but that would mean moving openly against Clan Frak and every instinct the shaman possessed rebelled against that. What if he summoned his troops, and they failed to find the ship? Utkut would be a laughing stock and could not endure that. There was no time to waste. He knew that this called for urgent and desperate measures.

Swiftly he reached for pen and parchment, and inscribed a hasty message. "Take this to the place where the barbarian resides. Make sure he gets it and quickly! Deliver it personally!"

"P-p-personally, m-most revered of goblins?"

"Personally." Utkut made it clear from his tone that he would brook no argument. "Go! There is no time to waste!"

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Leprous Foulbreath looked up with rheumy hate-filled eyes. He coughed, but the sound of his coughing was lost amid the hacking coughs of other goblin in the corridors. At last his patience had been rewarded. His long hours of lying in wait near Utkut's lair had finally paid off. Somehow Leprous knew the shaman had been behind the failure of his carefully contrived plan. So where was that little sneak Tix Gur going at his hour? The diseasemonger knew there was only one way to find out.

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"I got a little wet when you punched that man," Mina cooed in his ear. "I loved how your muscles bulged and couldn't wait to be in your strong arms again." She lowered herself and without prompting, took his cock in her mouth, sucking down his long shaft.

"That feels so good," Girn encouraged, enjoying Mina's superb oral skills. Placing a hand on her head, he forced Mina to take more cock down her throat. "And that feels amazing!" After holding her there for a moment, Mina spat his shaft out with a smack of her lips and a deep exhale.

"Bend me over like last time, Girn!"

Girn did as he was asked. He grabbed her bubbly cheeks and parted them. He buried his face in between and eagerly began lapping at her folds. Initially, she tasted sweaty, indicating that she had worked hard, but then her natural sweetness came through and Girn's tongue delved even deeper.

Before long, Mina was moaning in pleasure each time his tongue danced along her pussy or circled her clit. "Oh, yes, oh fuck yes," she kept repeating.

After a few minutes of eating her pussy, Girn withdrew and made ready to put his thick cock inside. But Mina turned on her back and locked Girn's gaze. With a mischievous smile and embers burning in her eyes, she said, "Please, put it in my ass."

"Uh-Are you sure?" Girn asked.

"Yes," she hissed hungrily. "Ever since the threesome with Ruby and Topaz I've been craving something up my ass. Your thumb was just a warm-up, I want your massive cock." With her legs open wide, she reached between them and grabbed Girn's cock, pulling it towards her rear hole.

"Don't you want to lubricate it first?" he asked.

Mina released her grip and instantly began rubbing at her clit while she delved two fingers from her other hand into her wet pussy. "I'll give you something to lubricate with she said." With astonishing expertise, Mina pleasured herself to completeness. At the last second, she removed the fingers from her pussy and increased the rubbing on her clitoris. She stimulated herself with such intensity that her pussy exploded with juices. Girn was sprayed up to his chest with her fluids. "There you go," she said with a naughty smirk.

Girn stroked her juices into his cock and slid his shaft across her asshole. He positioned his tip at the centre of her opening and pressed. Mina took his length slowly while incessantly nodding and asking for more. With his cock halfway inside her asshole, Girn felt like he hit her limit.

"Oh, yeah!" Mina gasped in a guttural voice.

As he began moving his thick cock in and out of her backdoor, Mina let out long and deep groans of pleasure. Despite having slowly eased inside her, Mina's ass was still extremely tight. Girn teased her by threatening to withdraw his cock, but Mina would grab his shaft and beg him not to.

"Fuck, your cock feels heavenly up my ass!" Mina shrieked as Girn thrust suddenly back inside her. He could swear that he was a little deeper than before. Maybe fucking her ass would allow him to penetrate her more. And indeed, after doing so for a while, he noticed his cock was three quarters in her rear entrance. By that time, Mina was whimpering and her body was trembling.