Goblins' Rise Ch. 05

Trisha moans loudly next to her sister. She sits naked in a Chokwa man's lap. Her tight pussy impaled on his blue dick.

Slowly she moves her body up and down to please the big man. The sensation of having something so large inside must be intense.

She leans forward and rests her forehead against his dark blue chest as she lifts herself back up. Wrapping her arms partway around him as she slowly slides back down. Moaning her ecstasy loudly.

Trishandra looks tiny in his lap. Like the big man is fucking a dolly. He has one hand around her back and the other cupping her round bottom. Helping steady the girl. As well as making sure she doesn't slip painfully deep on his dick.

Suddenly the beautiful teen grunts and her eyes flutter wide. The big lizard man thrusts hard inside her. His balls squeeze as his orgasm comes. His big cock spilling his seed in the much smaller human girl. Filling her tight pussy up and bubbling out.

Dagan finishes shortly after. Calliandra gasps as the big man's cock practically sprays cum on her face and tits. Like a fire hose on the small teen. She greedily licks it off her lips even as it's still coming.

"Let's go." Kara orders me. Soon we are in my tent. The strong Orc straddling me as I lay back. Riding my cock as she growls.

Outside the sounds of the orgy continue on. I grin when I catch note of my wife gasping loudly outside as she cums.

We travel with the spice merchant and his kin for over a week. Passing some small towns and villages as we get deeper into this human kingdom. Dirty, stinking villages.

The people here seem very poor. Many of them look listless. The exceptions being those in charge. Or with obvious money.

'Ole Gopper has done a fine job smoothing things over with the locals as my band of monsters marches through. More than half the villages have allowed us in. We make sure to do a little shopping at each place. 'Nothing like coin to grease the wheel of friendship.' Gort likes to say.

Since we picked up Crom and his band, Gort has taken a less active role in military matters. He seems to prefer being something more like a provisioner. Sort of our own little black market merchant.

In one of the villages we passed through I stood and watched as a wizard burned down a cobbler's shop with green flames from his hands. Yelling at how the man expected customers to pay his shameful prices.

The portly shop owner huddled in fear with his wife and son. Begging the powerful mage to spare them.

When my hand started to reach for my crystal sword, I felt a light touch.

"Tread lightly, my friend." Gopper advised in a whisper. "The guild of the Fiery Eye is not to be trifled with." He nodded towards the mage.

I moved my hand away and took a deep breath. "Fiery Eye?" I asked.

He nodded glumly. "All wizards belong. Lest they be hunted as miscreants."

We hurried from that place. I don't know what became of the cobbler or his family.

Gobber says we should reach Kirkswold tomorrow. He describes it as a small city. And the seat of Duke Lawton's Magistrate. A man named Touseau. Sort of a sheriff and mayor.

I realize that I've been wearing my crystal mage slayer ever since I saw that first wizard and his lusty gaze at my wife.

I sit Snowy down and ask her to tell me what she knows of the wizards guild. Which doesn't turn out to be much.

"My master was apostate from the guild. Even when I left him I saw no need to join." The pale woman sighs. Her gaze seems far away. "They just seemed another danger in a dangerous time."

"Is there anyway to protect ourselves from them?" I ask.

She nods. "I could make some anti-magic charms. They wouldn't be foolproof. They would also be expensive and take time to make."

"Do it. Anything is better than burnt alive by magical fire." I tell her, nodding.

She smiles back.

Kirkswold reminds me of pictures of medieval Europe. Close packed streets, dirty crowds, and a lot of grey. Grey streets, grey buildings, and grey people.

There are a lot more non-Humans here than the villages we have been traveling through. My goblins still stand out, though. We have to settle for renting the top floor of an inn in a shady part of town. Beggars and thugs seem to sit on every corner. I order everyone to stay at the inn, unless they are on official business.

'Ole Gobber and his group part ways with us. Thanking me for the assistance. Before he left I asked him if he knew any stables that sold quality horses. He gave me a few names to check out. I ordered Gort to be on the lookout.

One advantage to where we are staying is that I have a small suite. A large bedroom, with a small sitting room next door.

I had invited Crom to have a drink and discuss his official elevation to Sergeant Major. His will be our top military position, after me and Kara, my Lieutenant.

Even though he is quite new to our band, he has already proven himself invaluable. Instilling a discipline and order on the boys that Gort couldn't achieve.

Then we split the men into squads. Each led by a Sergeant. The non-Goblins would still be outside that structure. Answering to me or Kara. For now we would consider them as specialists. As are the Goblins with guns.

Rebecca and a couple of the princesses join us after we are done discussing his new role. The trio already stripped to sheer white nighties, and ready to play.

Hanatal grins at me, one eye covered by her patch. The other grey as an ocean storm. I can barely make out the freckles that dust her perky C-cup tits, through her sheer negligee.

Aklatan looks super cute. Shorter than the stocky Hanna. With nearly yellow skin. She pressed against her cousin. Hiding half her body and squinting at me.

I scoop both giggling girls up, and toss them on the bed. Becca kneels before Crom and starts to take his clothes off. He grabs my wife's tits with a smile on his face. Squeezing and kneading them through her white nighty.

I kneel and spread Hanatal's light green thighs and take a long lick of her Goblin cunny. Plucked bare and oh so sweet. The little princess lets out a long moan of pleasure.

Aki tugs my pants off. Her delicate fingers grasping for my hard cock. I spread my legs and feel her crawl beneath me. Her warm lips wrap around my dick as I slide my tongue deep inside Hanna.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Rebecca drop her face to the floor and lift her ass up for her Goblin partner. His dark green cock shoved into her from behind as she groans her lust. A look of bliss on the little man's face as he thrusts.

I kiss and lick my way up Hanatal's small body as she pulls her white nighty off. She growls lustily as I gently bite her nipples. Sounding a lot like Karagoth.

Aki nips the tip of my cock. Sending a shiver of pain and excitement through me. Causing me to pause for a moment while she pleasures me.

I reach beneath me and grab the naughty girl's pink hair and force her to take my penis deep in her throat. She grips my hips from underneath me and moans enthusiastically.

I roll off the two Goblin princesses and place Aki on her cousin. Faces in each other's pussies. Then I straddle Hannah's face. Sticking my dick deep in Aklatan's wet twat as both girls moan.

Hanatal alternates licking the other girl's clit, and my thrusting dick.

I reach down and give Aki's little bottom a few smacks. I look over to see my wife getting fucked. "Spank me! Spank my whore ass!" She begs. The boys still tend to be gentler with her than she prefers.

Crom is happy to oblige. His dark green hand swatting her pale, round derrière in time with his thrusts. Becca bites the back of her fist as she shudders to an orgasm.

Aklatan comes next. Shuddering and squealing in pleasure as Hannah laps up her pussy juice.

When the girl begins to settle I push her off Hannah. I lay down and pull Hanatal on top of me. She eagerly straddles my thighs and slides herself onto my dick. She runs her hands through her short, dark green hair as she bounces up and down. I reach up to fondle her perky breasts.

I hear Crom grunt as he cums in my beautiful wife. Looking over I see her blonde hair fly as she quickly pulls off him and turns around. Greedily sucking on his messy green dick. Still pumping Goblin jizz that Becca happily swallows down.

Hanna puts her fingers against my cheek and turns my face back towards her. She leans in and kisses me deeply. I can still taste Aki on her lips.

The Goblin princess shudders and moans as she cums. Still kissing me. I can feel her need and excitement as she wraps her arms around my head.

When she pulls out of our kiss I roll us over. Pumping hard into the small girl as I have my own orgasm. She grunts excitedly as I splash her insides with my hot jizz.

After we rest for a bit, Crom excuses himself and Rebecca joins us on the bed. Instead of snuggling and resting, she grabs Hanna with a lusty grin. Diving between the girl's light green thighs and happily licking wet, Goblin cunt.

Aklatan crawls behind my wife and spreads Rebecca's pussy open. Sticking her tongue in my wife's pussy.

I prop myself up at the headboard. Gently stroking my dick back to hardness. Waiting to join round two.

Karagoth and I tour the city the next day. We stop in at a couple stables to look at horses ourselves. We don't purchase any yet, though. I want someone with a more expert opinion.

We check out a blacksmith and his weapons. Nice stuff. Definitely some possible purchases.

We stop at a few likely places to get the word out. We are mercenaries looking for work.

"Boss! Boss!" Gort runs up to us breathlessly when we return to the inn.

"I got an opportunity for us." He announces. I nod for him to continue. "If we think we are going to stay in town another week we could buy a house for what we would spend here."

"Any house? Or did you have something specific in mind." I ask.

"It's just a couple blocks away. It needs work, but it's a good size. Not as cramped as here." He tells us. Already half out the door in his enthusiasm.

Kara and I follow him out into the street. Her gaze carefully sweeps the area for danger. My hand unconsciously goes to the pommel of my iron sword.

Gort leads us the couple blocks to a run down house. Three stories tall, and mostly wood. Obviously abandoned. Though there are signs of squatters.

We step inside to take a look around. I'm no contractor, but the place is a dump. "Looks like a lot of work." I tell him.

Gort nods with a smile. More and more the Goblins look forward to big projects. As a group they were amazed at how well they crafted the irrigation for Oxfront Village.

His eagerness would surely be matched by the others. A place of our own. Even if it is temporary.

We make our way through the house. Karagoth snarls when we hear someone dart out the back. Definitely people trying to live here.

Later in the evening I sit back and relax. Watching Kara sitting on the edge of my bed. The beautiful green Orc wears a red, silk one-piece. With matching stockings.

Snowy lays across her lap naked. The submissive Human gasps each time my partner's firm hand lands on her cute ass. Slowly turning it pink.

Rebecca kneels between my legs. Her beautiful face bobbing up and down in my lap. She sucks my cock deep. Her round bottom red and stinging from her own spanking.

"What do you think?" I ask Kara. "About the house."

She raises her eyebrow and smacks her slaves bottom. "It's only of value if we plan to stay for some time."

I nod in agreement. "It would be a big morale boost, though." I suggest. A shiver runs through me. My orgasm is getting close.

My wife looks questioningly up at me. My dick still hard in her mouth. Her tongue still licking my shaft. She looks wonderful, and oh so slutty.

I grab her blonde hair and push her face back down in my degrading answer. She moans and reaches between her legs with one hand. Knowing I'm close.

"There is truth in that." Kara says after pondering for a moment. "The Goblins throw themselves at problems you give them."

She gives Snowy's ass one last swat. Then pushes her to the floor. "Give your mistress's pussy a good lick, you worthless whore." The green woman orders.

I grin as the wizard shoves her face between green thighs. Then I close my eyes and groan. My dick twitches in my wife's mouth as she gulps my seed down.

We are in the new house for two days when a messenger finds us. A church offers us a hefty sum if we can remove a band of Goblins from a holy site.

They pay a quarter of our fee up front and we head out with most of the band. Leaving non-combatants and a few guards back at the new house.

"We plan on killing them all?" Crom asks me as we march.

"And if that's what I order?" I ask, curious.

He just shrugs. "Not my clan." As if that answers everything.

I shake my head. "I want to parlay first. If we can convince then to join us we will be in a stronger position down the road."

"Not all Goblin are honorable, or competent." He warns.

"Well, that hasn't been my experience." I tell him. "Most just need a chance."

We travel for two days. Following the directions we had been given.

Finally we reach an old, stone monastery. We can see little green men moving about as we crest a nearby hill.

We study them for a while as they run around in alarm until a noticeably larger one slaps them into a semblance of an army.

"I'd guess thirty or forty." Crom announces.

"Agreed." Karagoth grunts. Axe in hand.

"What's with the big guy?" I ask.

"Goblin warchief." Crom says. His eyes searching my face as if he isn't sure wether I'm joking.

"I met one like that before. Why is he so big?" The Goblin has to be a foot taller than his men, And much fatter than the skinny Goblins.

"It usually means he is a favored of his queen. Loyal to her desires."

I grunt. "Let's head down and see then. Shall we?"

Kara grabs my shoulder. Halting me in my tracks. "You will send a messenger. Offer safe passage here to talk." She gives me a little smirk. "I won't let you walk down there to just get peppered by arrows from those windows." She points at the crumbling stone building.

I nod. "What she said." I order Crom. "Also send someone else. Have them circle around and sneak in.

I want the word spread among their troops that we offer a better alternative to fighting and dying for a pile of stones. Or even than following that fat Goblin"

My master sergeant nods and hurries off.

We wait.

"Dis' Rockwall territory. You leave!" The fat Goblin bellows when he finally approaches us. Flanked by a handful of his toughest looking men.

"No, you leave." I tell him. "This land doesn't belong to you."

He looks around at my men. Disgruntled to be addressed by a human. Probably confused at all the Goblins that make up my band. "Not your..."

"Look," I interrupt loudly. The fat Goblin seems taken aback. Out of his depth. "If you leave, I won't put you to death. In fact, some of your men are welcome to join me. I am sure I would treat them better than you. Show them their true potential." I see some of my men nodding out of the corner of my eyes.

"Goblins who follow me will be respected. Well treated, and well paid." Even his men have a slight twinkle in their eyes as I talk.

"You are stupid! I will gut you." The fat one just seems to get angrier. He turns to leave motioning to his men. A couple hesitate before following.

"Will that be enough?" I ask. Kara just shrugs.

"How do you do that?" Crom asks. I can still see the twinkle in his eyes. All I can do is shrug.

Minutes later, the goblins actually charge our hill. The big one at the back. Goading his men on.

We ready to fight. When they reach our lines little fights start to break out. Scuffles, not real combat. Their charge falters horribly. Their warchief bellows in rage.

"Try not to kill anyone who doesn't fight." I order. Then we charge down the hill.

Mostly I kick goblins down or swat them out of the way with the flat of my iron sword. I do slice two on my way to the big guy. Not sure if they die or not.

The big Goblin bellows again and charges me. I swing and my sword cuts deep in the side of his belly, but doesn't stop him. I grunt in surprise as he bashes me aside. The blade of his axe barely missing, but the shaft nearly breaks my arm.

I slide and roll downhill some twenty feet. The big man turning to barrel down on me before I can rise. I see Kara behind him trying to catch up through the scrum of little green men.

I roll as his axe head bites deep into the dirt where I was. Thrusting up and burying my sword into his girth to the hilt. Still he grumbles and lifts his axe. Slower now. His wounds have taken a toll.

I desperately try to pull my sword back out but he smacks my hand away. I draw my dagger and leap up. Jabbing him in the neck. Once, twice, three times.

He gurgles and falls to his knees. Axe still in hand, hatred in his eyes.

Kara's own giant axe splits his skull. Slicing a quarter off to land at my feat.

The fat Goblin falls.

Afterward we round up the goblins that surrender. Many of them ran off rather than fight. Nearly twenty stayed. They seem confused when we don't put them to the sword. Or even tie them up.

"You are welcome to join us. Or to return to your warren. You must not stay here, though." I tell them as I point at the ruined monastery.

Not only do they all stay, a large number of those who fled return. We camp out the night on the hill. Waiting for any stragglers.

All told we are joined by another thirty six Goblin men.

We explain our customs and rules to them as we travel back to the city. Crom especially, instills in them a regimen of proper weapon care, camp order, and general hygiene.

There has been a lot of progress made on the house by the time we get back. I have a suite of three large rooms on the top floor that have been well cleaned and patched up.

The roof has been fixed and holes in the building have been patched. The whole place is a hive of activity.

We hadn't had any sex on the way back. For fear of causing stress among the new men. So the night we arrive home we throw a bacchanal. The whole lower floor given over to orgy.

We match each of the new Goblins up with one of the old boys to watch over them. Make sure no one gets out of hand.

Soon our whole band is naked and fucking. With some of the snake people being the only holdouts. We haven't done whole troupe revelry often. Mostly because the girls are outnumbered by the men. I expect the women will all be tired and sore tomorrow.

I stroll about at first. Just taking in my followers joy and pleasure.

The big blue Harper. On her hands and knees. Gasping as a four armed Nathair man pounds her from behind. Her big tail wrapped around him, holding him close.

Bailey, the cute sheep girl. Her wool starting to grow back from her public sheering. She lays on her side with a Goblin lifting her leg up. He fucks her while she sucks another off.

Plump Gertrude, naked and sweaty. The human mother is surrounded by four Goblin men. A dick in her mouth, her pussy, and one in each hand. Somewhere I hear her twin daughters moaning their own pleasure.

My wife and Catherine, together. Becca on her back, Snowy on hands and knees, face above her. Kissing as they are fucked. Kara keeping a close eye on her slaves as she slowly grinds up and down on Gorts dick. The Goblin man laying beneath her. A large crowd of Goblins wait their turn with the two human women.

My good little kitten grins at me and pulls me into a corner. Priyala was waiting for me. Her orange fur is soft under my hands as we kiss. Her tail caressing my bare ass and lower back.