Goblins' Rise Ch. 04

So far the brown furred girl and I have only had sex a couple times. She tends to shy away from our orgies, unless explicitly told to join. I'm hoping she will open up with a little more time and effort.

The seven foot tall woman wears a thick leather skirt to just below her knees and a leather halter, cinched up the front and showing off much of her massive cleavage.

I wouldn't call the husky girl cute, handsome maybe. She had huge tits though. They actually didn't look that big on her large body. Then you touched them and realized just how magnificent they are. Probably J-cups. Each bigger than my head.

I close the door behind us. She doesn't raise her good eye to look at me till I pull her into an embrace. My hands cupping her rear through her leather.

"You are beautiful, you know." I assure the timid girl. My gaze dances across her face. Her good violet eye, amusing bear nose, her patch over her right eye. it is red silk with a stylized bear claw one of the girls had embroidered.

Then there were the scars on her face. A half dozen big ones. Up and down the right side. Where her thick chestnut fur won't grow back. I think those embarrass her more than her lost arm.

She gives me a tentative smile. "Thank you, sir."

I pull the bear in for a kiss. My tongue slipping past her lips. She tastes of the deep woods and rage.

She moans as I untie her halter. My hands greedily grab her giant breasts. Fuzzy and warm. Her silky fur is much shorter here. Like soft velvet. Her nipples harden as I gently rub them with my palms.

I tug down her skirt as I guide her toward the bed. She wears silk shorts underneath. With her cute, tuft tail sticking out. They quickly fall to the floor too. Leaving the nervous girl naked before me.

She lays back on my bed as I strip. She doesn't really seem interested in me physically. So I don't put on a show for her. I can't help wondering if she is more into women.

I kneel before her and gently push her legs apart. Leaning in to kiss and caress her soft cunny. The big bear girl gasps and moans, both surprised and delighted by the act.

On the trail our couple sex acts had just been quickies. This was the first opportunity to do a bit more exploring with the girl. See if I could open her up.

I gently tongue her pussylips. Getting a little deeper with each stroke. I can't help grinning as I watch her grab and squeeze her own giant breast with her only hand.

When my tongue is deep in her I gently brush her clit with my fingertips. Oslafa writhes on the bed, groaning loudly. She grabs the sheet with her one hand and beats at the mattress with her half arm.

Her groan gets even louder as her orgasm washes over her. Oslafa's chestnut fur standing on end as her body shakes. Her strong thighs clench around my head as I lap at her wet cunt.

I climb up next to her as she slowly settles down. Leaning in to suck on her hard nipples. My hand caresses her soft, silky tummy.

When she comes down she looks at me with her good eye. Her violet pupil seems to twinkle. "That...that was amazing."

I grin at her. "My turn." I say, rolling on top of her big frame. She wraps her legs around me as I slide my dick into her fuzzy, bear peach. Her pussy throbbing and squeezing my cock.

We both moan as I start to thrust. I smile as she leans in for a kiss. This time her tongue is an active partner in our play. Caressing and dancing with my own.

Gradually I feel my own orgasm building. My dick thrusts balls deep in the furry girl. Her hand grabs at my back as her arm rubs against the bed. She licks my neck as she moans her pleasure.

Then I gasp as I unload in her. Pumping a big load of my cream deep in her love tunnel.

Afterward we lay together in our bliss.

"That was wonderful." She sighs.

Later in the evening Snamnir joins me at the inn. We sit in big comfy chairs near the fire place. His gaze often distracted by one or another of the girls.

"You definitely know how to live." He grins at me. His hand gesturing at the twins. Both topless and tickling each other. Wet from bathing and looking for food.

I nod at the sheriff. "They definitely bring out a smile on a man's face." I admit.

The dwarf sighs, looking away from the beautiful distractions. He takes a sip of ale from his flagon. "We have a green skin problem."

"If any of my boys..." I start.

"No, no." He waves my protest away. "Your Gobbos 'ave been fine. The merchants especially think so." He looks back toward the twins. "No these are Orcs mostly. They don't seem strong enough to assault the town, but they are causing a ruckus for the farms. Especially the outliers."

"And you would like us to help?" I asked.

"Aye. It pains me to admit. The town has grown soft in these last centuries. More merchants clinging to golds, than heroes swinging an axe." He takes another sip. "You mentioned being mercenaries. You any good?"

I nod. "I like to think so. Survived so far anyway."

He nods back. "Well our money's good, an we could use the help. If we keep losing farms we lose the town. The mine."

We spend the next hour working out the details. Even without Karagoth looking over my shoulder I think I get us a good deal.

We will run patrols on a weekly stipend. With a bounty for any heads we bring back. If we can find their camp or lair then we get a big reward for putting an end to the threat.

In return the town will also pay for our lodging at the inn. Our food and drink. As well as upkeep on our gear.

After the blonde Dwarf leaves I head off to work out a patrol schedule with Kara.

"I've had a few Dwarves approach me, Boss. So have some of the other boys." Gort sat with me at the bar. I sip a sweet drink that tastes faintly of root beer. Not fizzy though.

"How much did they offer?" I ask. Apparently some of the townsfolk have been propositioning my men for sex with the girls.

"Usually a couple golds for the 'full experience.' Whatever that means." I give a low whistle. That wouldn't be chump change.

"We don't have any Dwarf ladies with us though." I protest.

"Yeah, thats the thing. They ain't lookin for nice Dwarf ladies. They especially want the princesses." He tells me.

"No surprise there boys." Molly had gotten close to our conversation as she wiped down the bar. I give her my raised eyebrow making her grin.

"It's a well known secret that Dwarf men are all perverts." She explains. "No one really knows why. So us ladies tend toward the prudish side to compensate."

"Us ladies?" I kid, nodding towards her ample cleavage on display with both my eyebrows raised.

She blushes, turning her cheeks rosy. "Well, most ladies anyway. If showing off a little tit will get me more customers. Well mores the better."

I nod in agreement. "Maybe...maybe we put on a show. Something to test the waters. Could we use your cellar?" I ask the Dwarf maiden.

She gives me a grin. "I think I'd want a small percentage."

"Agreed. Bailey needs to be sheered, and Betsy always needs milked." I tell them. "Let's test the waters and put on a little show. If we don't get run out of town, then maybe we push things a little further."

My wife stood before the door of the inn. Nervous but excited. Ready to step out on the street.

She was dressed, or undressed as it were, in her pink silk thong and matching sheer crop-top. She had thigh high stockings and high heels. She also had her 'Orc's Whore' collar on. Her leash held by a grinning Kara.

Rebecca held a sign that advertised our 'special' show this evening. I figure her lack of clothes would relay what special meant.

I give her a quick kiss and open the door. My wife steps outside. Nearly nude. Ready to be humiliated and shamed.

They are gone most of the afternoon. Finally led back in by none other than the sheriff himself. The blonde Dwarf gins at me as he escorts my wife inside. His hand resting on her nearly bare ass.

"Figured I would watch over the the ladies. Wouldn't want there to be any trouble." He says happily.

I grin back. "No sir. Perhaps you would like a seat right up front for the show?"

"Well...since I'm here and all." Becca jumps as he gives her ass a pinch. Then he heads toward the bar.

I lead my wife upstairs to help her get ready for the night's entertainment.

As soon as we get in my room she pushes me against the door and shoves her tongue down my throat. Her amazing body pressed into mine.

"Wreck me." She demands when our lips part. Her hand snaking inside my pants. "Fuck me like the whore I am. Ride me rough." Her growl is nearly that of Kara's.

"You had fun, I take it?" I grin at the beautiful blonde. The woman that I love.

She nods excitedly. "It was amazing. Everyone was looking." She grabs my cock and starts tugging. "They could see nearly everything." She presses her ample chest against me. Clearly visible through her sheer top.

I reach around and grab her round ass. Giving her a good squeeze. "So many disapproving looks. Judging me. Silently degrading me, and sometimes not so silently." She bites her lower lip as she grins. "That was mostly the women. The men looked at me as an object of lust." She slides her silky leg up my side. "Not a person. I was a toy. Something to be used, then thrown away."

"You whore!" I growl at her. Hopefully not loud enough to be heard outside the room. She gasps with excitement. "How dare you show yourself off in front of everyone!"

I pull off my belt. My wife grinning in her excitement and lust. I pull her to the bed and force her over my knee.

"No, daddy! Please. I'll be good." She whimpers in her little girl voice. My cock is nearly exploding out of my pants.

I raise my arm. Savoring the moment. The woman across my lap. Her sweet round ass. Our mutual lust.

Then her derrière jiggles at the CRACK! of the leather. My sweet, whore wife gasps in pain and exhilaration.

Then again and again. My belt gradually turning her ass red. Her legs kick and Becca whimpers in pain. "No, daddy! No!" She protests to no avail.

On the eleventh strike I feel her shiver. Her moan of pain reaching a deeper octave as she has a small orgasm.

I pause the beating to shove two fingers deep in her wet twat. Pushing her thong aside to get at her fuck hole. "Dwarf cock? Is that what you want you little tramp!" I rub my fingers inside her, against her vaginal walk. Extending her orgasm. She can't respond, lost in her bliss. Yet I'm sure my harsh tone helps her arousal.

I toss my wife on the bed and yank off her thong. Quickly I pull my rock hard dick out. Grabbing her knees, I spread her legs as I climb on top of her. She looks up at me, her lust clear in her eyes.

We both moan as I enter her. Her hands slide up my back under my shirt. I push her sheer top up and greedily suck on her nipples.

I thrust hard. My balls slapping against her pussy. "Oh, Daddy! Yes!" Becca gasps. Too excited, I can tell I won't last long.

My wife squeals when I reach up and pinch both her nipples. Pulling her big breasts up by her tortured buds. Her tits wobble and jiggle as I thrust.

I shiver as my orgasm hits. I fill her cunt with my jizz as waves of pleasure wash through me. Then I roll over next to her. Both of us gasping and grinning.

Rebecca leans over and kisses my cheek. "That was great." She smiles at me.

We had cleared out the inn's cellar. Moving crates and casks so there would be room for a small stage and space for an audience.

By nightfall the cellar was packed wall to wall with eager Dwarves. Most of which were men. Many wearing scarves and bandannas to hide their identity.

The three Chokwa brothers are on hand to keep the crowd under control. Both bunny girls, Priyala, and my wife move through the crowd serving drinks. They wear short skirts and tiny tops. I grin as I see the Biladi girl jump. A Dwarf hand having reached under her skirt to goose her sweet rear.

We made a deal with Molly. We had paid a fee to use the cellar, and we got a small percentage of the drink sales. The handsome dwarf maid grinned at me from across the room as she continuously filled mugs from a makeshift bar.

A hush falls over the crowd when the curtains part. Revealing two makeup vanities. Back to back with a mirror frame between them. The setup is set slightly diagonal to the crowd.

Then the twins come out from opposite ends of the stage. Calliandra and Trishandra are dressed identically. The dark haired teens look lovely in thin white dresses, buttoned down the front.

The both sit at the desks. Peering at each other through the mirror frame.

Then they begin to wash. Taking soft towels from little basins, they gently wipe their faces. The twin sisters doing their best to mirror each other's movements.

With their faces washed the beautiful teens slowly unbutton the top five buttons of their dresses. There is a rustling from the crowd as their young cleavage and tops of their pink bras are revealed.

The girls then dab at their chests. Wet cloths sensually wiping. The crowd noticeably excited.

More buttons undone. The girls' delicate fingers work their way down to their smooth tummies. They pull their dresses off down to their waists.

Pink silk bras are the only things offering any modesty to their budding breasts, already D-cups. Their nipples are clearly outlined by the thin cloth.

They slowly wash their arms. Then their tummies. Towels slowly moving up toward their breasts. The crowd noticeably tense. They set their towels down.

Then both girls reach back and unclasp their bras. They use one arm to cover their young tits while they pull the silk away. Not yet letting us see their treasures. they wait a long moment as they gaze into the 'mirror.'

There is a soft moan of appreciation from the crowd when the twins' arms move from their chests to pick up their towels. The young Humans' breasts now on display to the whole room.

I suspect most of the Dwarves didn't actually believe there would be nudity. It's obvious that they approve.

Snamnir himself seems totally entranced from his seat right near the stage. And he has actually seen the girls topless

When their plump breasts are clean, the girls stand and shimmy out of their dresses. They are left only in tiny, pink, silk shorts. The crowd clapping at the bold move. They both bend over their chairs for a moment, palms flat on the seats as they gaze into their 'mirror.'

Calli is bent away from the audience her sweet round ass only partially covered by her shorts. Trisha is bent toward. Her big tits dangling in a wonderful display for the Dwarves.

The twins stand and each lifts a leg. Setting a foot on their chairs. Slowly washing the leg, before switching and washing the other.

Then they both hook their thumbs in the waistband of their shorts and bend way over as they slide them off.

The crowd erupts as they get their first glimpse of human pussy. Young, soft, and topped with little trimmed tufts of brown hair.

The girls sit sideways on the chairs their legs pointed to the crowd. Delicately they lift their towels. Then they spread their thighs.

With no modesty left to the girls, they begin to gently rub their most sensitive spots. Both begin to moan. Soon they drop their towels and brazenly finger themselves. Moaning louder and louder in their pleasure.

The teens shiver through small orgasms. I suspect faked, for the show. Then they stand and walk around the desks on the audience side. The sisters embrace and kiss deeply. Their hands grabbing and squeezing each other's breast and ass.

When the twins are gone from the stage, Gort comes out and announces a ten minute intermission.

"Great! That was great!" Snamnir gushes, standing next to me. Around half the Dwarves have gone upstairs for a smoke of to get a bite to eat.

"Well it only gets more perverted from here." I mock warn the sheriff.

He grins and slaps me on the back. "Can't wait, my friend."

The crowd finally settles back down for the second of our three acts.

The curtains open on a short stool next to a platform raised a foot off the ground.

Gertrude walks out carrying a wooden pail. Also dressed in a thin white dress. Her large bosom strains at the buttons that just barely hold her tits in.

She sits on the stool and hitched up her skirt. Then she smiles nervously at the audience.

Karagoth walks out. The beautiful Orc is dressed only in a brown leather halter, cut low to show plenty of cleavage. A leather loincloth that only covers half of her sweet ass. She also has fur boots.

She leads Betsy by a chain leash.

The pretty cow girl looks nervous, but excited. The curvy girl is completely naked. Her giant tits sway as she is led to the platform.

Docily the Vacca gets to her hands and knees on the raised platform. She faces the audience. Her heavy tits dangling. Gertrude scoots her stool closer to one side. She places her wooden bucket below the cow's hanging breasts.

There is a soft groan of excitement from the crowd as the mature Human woman grabs Betsy's tits. Holding them like udders.

The docile girl grunts as Gertrude begins to squeeze and tug her giant, brown breasts. she clenches her eyes shut, humiliated and degraded before the crowd.

Visible streams of milk shoot into the bucket. And there's a sound. The hollow sound of liquid hitting wood.

My dick is hard in my pants. It always is when I watch Betsy get milked. Something we do every two or three days.

She doesn't seem to mind. She says she enjoys it in fact. But it always seems so naughty to me. Kinky. So degrading to her.

The audience doesn't notice Kara squaring up bekind the Vacca woman. They are so enrapt by the lewd milking. The beautiful Orc strokes a leather strap in her hand. Then she raises it...

The CRACK! of leather against ass seems to fill the room. Betsy's Eyes open wide in a look of shock and pain. A shiver of arousal runs through my body.

"Moooo!" She bellows at the abuse. Further degrading herself before the horny Dwarves. Gertrude still milking her giant tits.

The crowd murmurs excitedly as Kara raises her hand again. Betsy winces, and her whole husky body shudders at the next CRACK!

"Muh...mooooo!" The submissive livestock bellows.

Slowly the bucket fills with breast milk. Slowly the cow girl's ass is punished before the crowd.

Finally Kara leads the docile girl off the stage by her leash. Gertrude stands and takes her, mostly full bucket.

We will sell shots of warm breast milk during the next intermission.

The final act is the one in most looking forward to.

When the curtains open Bailey comes running onto the stage. The sheep girl looks frightfully back over her shoulder. She looks sweet and vulnerable in her white dress. Buttoned down the front, similar to the other women. Only hers is missing the top four buttons and hangs off her right shoulder. The tops of her furry cleavage just visible.

The pretty sheep is chased by one of the Nathair men. Her tits bounce and jiggle under her dress, obviously she doesn't have any foundation garments on. He makes fake grabs at her, though he obviously isn't intending to catch her as they run around the stage.

Suddenly a second Nathair man jumps out and grabs the poor girl. She struggles but the four armed men easily subdue her. One pulls her arms behind her back. Making sure she faces the excited audience. The other grips the top of her dress. "No! No, please. No!" She begs in vain.

The crowd cheers as her dress is ripped apart. Buttons fly everywhere as the pretty girl is stripped. Nude under her dress. Nude and quite fuzzy.

It's time for her sheering. I grin as one of the men picks up sheers at the edge of the stage. While the other yanks her tattered dress the rest of the way off.