Goblins

He spread her legs and moved between them, a hand sliding down over her breast and belly to rest on her vulva.

{This is all powered by you. By your feminine nature and by sex, because that's the most powerful source of energy in the world. Death, taking life, gets you a bunch of power all at once, like an explosion. But sex is constant and, over the course of life, you get a lot more power out of it. So the traditional symbol for women, and water surrounds your vulva. The symbol is based on your vulva to begin with. From there it goes to the double DNA strands. These are representative both of DNA and of the alchemical symbols for Aquarius. That's water related and, in alchemy, it represents multiplication. Which is also what the infinity symbol is for. This is all amplification of your natural, sexual, feminine power. It all feeds into the female symbol at your shoulder which is where the meat of the magic happens. The symbol receives your power and the input from the antenna arm and transmits it to your ear. The symbol is a combination of a lot of symbols. It's a magic circle to contain the input and it's female because it receives the input and creates, or gives birth, to something new. It's also a capacitor in that it's meant to hold the power and when it gets a boost from the antenna, because someone is talking, it releases the energy and the language. It does this through the integrated Pisces symbol. That actually blends a lot together. Adding the Pisces symbol makes the female symbol also a symbol for Mercury, swift thought, a messenger. And in alchemy Pisces is the symbol for transmission. So everything is sent to your ear where you have a mystical spiral, antenna, and protection rune. That's where you hear everything.}

His finger traced about her ear, tickling a little. She was breathing more heavily, wondering how this was going to end. Hoping.

{Speaking was a little bit easier to do. Goblin runes are meant to convey meaning on several levels; visual, tactile, audible. The root rune, the rune from which all other symbols are derived, is also a Pisces symbol. I just had to orient that tattoo properly on your tongue to make it possible for your speech to be understood by Goblins. It gets its power from you via the paste used to color the tattoos. Blood, and semen, and charcoal for the black. The red's from a plant. We use it in our war paint. It all connects.

The tattoo on your right leg is a ground. It seemed like a good idea to prevent the magic power from harming you. It connects to your power source and the capacitor is on your perineum and anus. This the root chakra and where you eliminate and... it just made sense. It's an infinite capacitor so, in theory, it could handle any build up and should only discharge when it would cause you harm. That just runs to the tattoo on your heel that combines the alchemical and electrical symbols for earth. It's on the right side because magic theory says the right side gives or projects.}

He looked into her eyes, his body so close to hers she could smell him.

{Magic,} he concluded.

"A-and my thigh," she asked.

His hand dropped to her thigh and gently ran over the irritated flesh.

{Your thigh. Your thigh says "I belong to Dart". I put that there because it lets every other goblin know you belong to me,} he stated.

She could feel apprehension in that statement. And lust. And pride. And she felt her heart flutter and her breath catch. This was what she'd been looking for.

"What do I call you?" she whispered.

{Master,} Dart replied.

"Yes, Master," she obeyed.

He growled, no words, but the lust behind the growl went straight to the animal portion of her brain. She pulled her shoulders back, lifting her breasts to him and he responded by lowering his head to roughly suck a nipple into his mouth. His tongue snaked into the piercing and tugged at the ring and she could feel his sharp teeth pressed against her skin. She gasped and her head flew back, baring her throat to him.

His hands found her hair and her ass and he pushed her back onto the ground, his body covering hers, his stiff flesh pressed against her sex. His mouth left her breast and she whimpered in protest, even as his lips moved to her throat. She wanted him inside her, his mouth everywhere upon her. Her hips moved, trying to bring him in, and he obliged her, shifting to bring the tip of his penis against her. She thrust forward, pulling him in, but only the tip. She whimpered again, her frustration evident.

"Fuck me. Fuck me, please, Master! Fuck your slave! Please!" she begged.

He laughed, his satisfaction radiating through her, rewarding her. Slowly, so slowly, he moved deeper into her. Inch by thick inch, and Safi moaned her approval, high and keening. Once inside he remained still, his tip pressed against her cervix. Safi ground against him, moving her cervix around his flesh, her clitoris pressed against him. She moaned again, his lips and teeth rough at her neck. And then... And then she realized the lust she was feeling was not just hers. His desire for her suffused her. He wanted to fill her, to own her, to hear her screaming submission and pleasure, helpless beneath him. She could taste her neck in his mouth, feel the way her pussy squeezed him, feel the softness of her breasts pressed against him, and hear her moaning.

The sudden wash of sensations stunned her and her body convulsed, arching up to him, a long drawn out scream escaping her lungs was quickly stifled by a callused hand over her mouth. And then Dart came and she could feel the way it felt to him, feel his cum filling her, and she shook uncontrollably, unable to breathe. The world grew dark around the edges of her vision and she struggled to stay conscious, not wanting to drop out of the sim.

And then she could breathe and she was gasping for air as Dart lay atop her. It took several minutes for her to feel like she wasn't drowning. Several trembling minutes with lights dancing at the edges of her vision. She became aware of the other two goblins squatting next to them, staring at them. She took a deep breath.

"Safi," she said.

{Slash-Throat,} the evil looking one said.

{Ripper,} the big one growled.

'Well, now we're all properly introduced,' she thought and collapsed back onto the floor. She felt utterly spent in a way she'd never experienced. And her markings were itching. And she was still worried she might lose consciousness.

"Did I do well, Master?" she asked, her voice deadpan.

Dart felt the laughter well up, his body shaking, first quietly then loudly. He lifted himself up and look down at Safi. She was chuckling, smiling and looking back up at him. She bit her lower lip and another tremble slipped through him.

{You did well, fuckmeat,} he allowed.

She laughed and then frowned as he pulled out, sitting back on his heels between her spread legs. A frown appeared on his face.

{Who will be looking for you? How many?} he demanded.

Safi frowned. "I don't know. Honestly, I don't think anyone will look for me. I mean, I was hoping,"

{No one? Don't be stupid! Your owner, your previous owner, will be looking for you. How many followers does he have? Is he a warrior?}

Safi shook her head. "I didn't have an owner. I was just a castle slave," she explained. "No one noticed me at all. That's why I ran."

She could feel his disbelief, a deep and certain conviction that she was lying to him, and an anger growing from that. But then it faltered and he cocked his head to one side. {Truly?}

"Yes, master. I belong to no one but you," Safi protested.

His disbelief shifted, anger becoming amusement, and he started to chuckle. {The elfmeat had her in their fortress, and they never noticed her!} he said to Ripper and Slash-Throat.

Again, it took a minute for the goblins to visibly shift from disbelief to amusement. Then they were laughing along with Dart.

"It's not *that* funny," Safi said, mildly annoyed.

{Yes, it is!} Dart replied. {In my whole life you are, without question, the greatest treasure I have found in this world. The elfmeat are fools!}

Safi blushed. She could feel the sincerity in his words and was flattered beyond her ability to express. She looked at the other two goblins and they were laughing and nodding agreement.

"Thank you, master," she whispered.

Dart nodded his head once, acknowledging her gratitude. Then he looked over at Slash-Throat and Ripper. {We should be careful anyway. Follow her tracks back towards the fortress and see if any of the elfmeat are looking for her. I will stay here and wait for Great Hook.}

Slash-Throat nodded but Ripper hesitated, his eyes shifting from Dart to Safi and back, his stiff flesh making it clear where his desires lay. Dart kept his gaze fixed on the big goblin and, at last, Ripper blinked. The goblin nodded and turned away, walking towards the exit with Slash-Throat behind him.

Dart crawled over to the tie-off point for Safi's restraint and untied it.

{Let's get you cleaned up,} he said.

**************

The goblins had taken up residence in a burned out village. Safi could see the remains of a few buildings, crumbling to the ground as they emerged from the remains of a basement. The construction was obviously human, not elvish, so Safi guessed they were close to the border with the human lands. Dart led her to a stream off to the side of the settlement. There was a pool beneath a small waterfall, the remains of what might have been a mill were off to one side.

{Are you going to run?} Dart asked.

Safi smiled at him. "I found what I was looking for," she replied.

Dart kept his eyes on her but he didn't speak for a minute. She could feel a mix of emotions swirling around them, his, hers. Then he nodded and released one of the free ends, pulling on the remaining end to draw the leather cord out of her rings.

{Bathe,} he ordered.

Safi stepped carefully into the clear pond. The water was cool enough to bring goosebumps to her skin, but it felt so good. She carefully waded in and found it to be waist deep at the center. Bending her knees and her back she submerged herself in the water, hands rubbing carefully at her new marks and more vigorously elsewhere. When she couldn't hold her breath any longer she stood up, flipping her hair behind her. A sudden rush of lust warmed her and she blinked in the water, looking over to where Dart squatted beside the pond, his eyes fixed on her. She smiled at him and turned, experimentally, to show her breasts and ass in profile. She could feel the approval he felt.

"How is that possible?" she asked. Her hands scooped some water up and over her shoulders, letting it run down her naked flesh.

{What? The emotions?} he asked.

She nodded.

{Magic,} he said with a shrug. {My cum in your marks, sex magic, the way the world works... I'm not exactly sure. Magic.}

"You feel it too?" she asked.

He paused. {Your desire? Yes. I feel it in my bones. And in my cock.}

She smiled, the truth of his words filling her and, in any case, evident from the stiffness of his cock.

{Your marks have mostly healed, as well. I suspect the sex had something to do with that. You took my energy and used it.}

Safi stopped preening and took a closer look at her skin. The marks did appear to have mostly healed. Players healed very fast in the sim, but not this quickly. She ran her fingertips over the dark lines that covered her. She could feel them, slightly raised beneath her fingers. Slightly warm?

"Where did you learn magic?" she asked.

{In.. another life. I was an elf. And a human. I've been in this world a very long time. But I've never really had any call to use it, particularly as a goblin.}

"Goblin's don't do magic?" she asked.

{Magic is the realm of females,} he replied. {Frankly, I was worried Slash-Throat and Ripper might turn on me if I used magic. But they didn't.}

"Why did you risk it?" Safi asked. She was examining the marks between her thighs, not looking at Dart.

{Loneliness,} he said.

Safi looked up at him.

{I live in this world. I've only had goblins to talk to for the past couple of years. And none of them are visitors. I've learned a lot but, you get lonely. And I was sure you were a visitor.}

"Years?" she repeated. "I was only here a few weeks and I was ready to run off and be killed. Why are you here?"

{This is the great raid,} he said, deliberately misinterpreting her question. {I convinced one of the chiefs that we could take one of the elfmeat fortresses. He's coming with the rest of his warband.}

Safi frowned. "What happens to me when all those other goblins arrive?"

Dart nodded. {I'm a little worried about that. But since I can order you to fuck Slash-Throat and Ripper I think they'll continue to support me. You're my loot and I don't think Great Hook will want force a fight in the middle of the greatest goblin raid in history. You should be fine.}

Safi could feel his worry, but it was a minor thing, so she put it aside. Besides, he was in charge; it was his problem. That thought brought a little warmth back to her heart.

Dart grunted as her submission played subtly along every nerve in his body. {Clean your cunt well,} he ordered.

Safi smiled. "Yes, master." Her hands slipped between her thighs and worked the water into her flesh. Her eyes, however, fixed on Dart. She could see his arousal. But she could also feel it and his desire for her was intoxicating. Fingers worked between the folds of her flesh and then inside her and Dart was slowly advancing on her and she was panting with desire. His hands found her wrists, pulling them over her head as his body pressed against her, pressed her back step by step and his mouth was on hers. A wash of cold water covered them as they passed beneath the waterfall and her back was against the bank, the overhang forming a pocket of privacy.

One hand kept her hands above her head another went to his belt and then came back, looping the leather cord around her wrists. He broke his kiss to look up and the cord attached to something and his hands were free. The slid down her arms and flanks and the rose up her belly to cover her breasts. Her nipples were hard against his calloused palms and she bit her lower lip, gasping as fingertips pulled at them. His mouth covered a nipple, sucking hard at her breast and pressing his rough tongue against her nipple and she moaned. Then his warmth was gone and his hands were on her thighs, pressing them open, and his mouth found her sex. The rough tongue lapped at her and she shivered, three times and then the tip was teasing her clitoris. She shook as flicked his tongue back and forth. The sensation threatened to become painful but, as soon as she thought it, he switched, his tongue circling her and occasionally caressing.

The falling water trapped her cries and her scent and she writhed against his mouth, trying to ride his tongue, tasting herself and hearing herself and smelling herself and feeling her lust and his twining together. Her hands grasped the cord that bound her wrists to prevent her body from collapsing and she relaxed, surrendering herself to him and her body melted.

His approval, his desire, and his pride were her beacons in the trembling purple orgasm that carried her off. She focused on those as her body rode waves of pleasure that threatened to take her into unconsciousness. Dart supported her, hands grasping her ass and lifting some of the weight from the cord that restrained her. He stood, his body pressing against her trembling form and he drank in her gasping cries. He muffled some of her mewling by covering her mouth with his, his tongue tasting another orifice. She sucked hungrily at him and her hips pressed against him, one leg crawling up his and trying to pull him closer. Beyond her physical arousal he could feel her hunger, it threatened to drown him.

Reluctantly he pulled away from her. It was far from a simple task and he finally accomplished it only by placing a hand upon her throat to prevent her from climbing upon him.

{Soon,} he promised.

"Now," she begged.

{Obey,} he ordered.

She whimpered in protest but subsided, falling back against the bank.

{I don't wish to fall into the denar and drown,} he explained.

"The denar?" she panted.

{After sex. The helplessness.}

Safi nodded as one more mystery was solved.

"Why does that happen?" she asked.

{Goblins don't have a lot of sex. There is maybe one female for every twenty males. They band together to protect themselves from the males and they look for a goblin that has established leadership of a band and built a lair. Only the leader of the band has access to the females. Your average goblin only gets laid when he rapes someone on a raid. So they go a long time without sex and sex is pretty much what drives them. When they orgasm... they really orgasm. Although, I've noticed that since I started having regular sex I'm less likely to pass out. But I still don't want to take the risk. You're dangerous.}

Safi smiled. She licked her lips and lifted one leg to the side, brazenly displaying herself. "I wouldn't want to hurt you, Master. But I want you," she purred.

Dart laughed, that menacing Goblin grating sound. Then he untied the cord from the tree root above her head and helped her find her footing.

Safi held up her bound wrists. "I won't flee, Master."

Dart smiled. {The elfmeat were fools. I am not.}

Safi smiled back and then followed him out the waterfall and the pool and back to the basement. She was looking forward to what came next. Ripper and Slash-Throat would be there to watch as Dart took her. And they would want her after he was done. Maybe all three of them would take her. She pondered how that might work.

But there was another goblin in the basement when she climbed down. Ripper and Slash-Throat were standing across the room from him. The newcomer was decorated with designs painted on in red paint and had skulls hanging from his belt and a crude helmet on his head. It cocked to one side as he caught sight of her.

{You have raided?} he asked.

{The meat wandered into a snare,} Dart said. {The security of the raid is complete.}

The newcomer considered the response for a long minute before replying.

{Great Hook comes.}

Safi could feel Dart's unease. It wasn't fear, just uncertainty, mixed with disdain. He clearly disapproved of the newcomer. She maneuvered to keep Dart and the others between her and the strange goblin. He was shorter than Dart and Ripper, perhaps slightly taller than Slash-Throat. He also smelled. It took Safi a moment to make the connection but her memory of the the big cats house at the zoo finally sprang to the front of her mind. There was another smell, harder to identify, but Safi finally dredge it out of her fevered recollections of being marked. The red symbols on his body were made of the same pigment that had been used to mark the red designs in her skin. His were all painted on, rather than inscribed in flesh, and it was hard to tell if he was more green or red. His eyes were bright, almost feverish, in the shadows of his helmet and he seemed to have twice as much gear and armor and decoration as Dart and his goblins.

{I will share the plunder,} he stated.

Safi took a step back and to the side, hiding behind Dart. She could feel him bristle, see him bristle.

{The fuckmeat is my prize. Plunder of the scout, not the raid,} he replied.

{She is Great Hook's,} the goblin rejoined. {I speak for Great Hook. She is plunder of the raid.}

Safi was conscious of Slash-Throat and Ripper spreading out as though to attack from different directions.

{The scout is mine,} Dart stated. {And the loot of the scout.}

The goblin looked at Dart and then his two compatriots, openly weighing the odds. He snarled quietly at them but apparently decided against an open attack. {You act above your stations, half-breed,} he spat. {But I am patient. Great Hook will put you in your place.} He smiled within the shadow of his helmet and then turned his back on them, retreating to a corner of the basement to sit and eat dried meat.