Of Girls and Goblins Ch. 01

Emily shook her head.

The goblin looked her over. "You quite heavy," goblin said. "Big bosom, big ass. Running would be hard at first, but gets better."

"I am happy here," Emily said. "Really."

"I see," the goblin said. "But since you played a bit with goblin filly, how about you play with Gnald?" He pushed down his pants and exposed a dick that was larger than Emily would have believed. She was only familiar with dicks because she worked with animals, so she couldn't compare its size to a human one.

"I don't want to play any more," Emily said.

"You sure?" the goblin said. He took out a pouch and rattled it. "Gnald got gold. How about you just help Gnald, while he plays with other fillies?"

"How do you mean?" Emily asked.

"Gnald has new favorite filly," he said as he kicked off his pants. He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled. A girl came running over. "Captured her near city. Not that strong yet. Lacks endurance." He gathered up some straw and laid himself down on his back. "Just keep her from losing balance, and Gnald will give you two gold coins."

Emily thought for a moment. Two gold coins was a lot of money. "All right," she said. "I think I can do that."

"Just check if cunt is wet," the goblin said. It stretched its little arms and put them under its head.

"What do you mean?" Emily said.

"Filly's opening must be wet for Gnald's mighty dick to slip in," he said. "Does village-filly not know this? Does humans not put things in filly's cunt?"

Emily reached out and slipped a finger between the girl's swollen lips. It felt wet and soft in there. Her finger slid effortlessly and without friction into the girl's cunt. She had just been humping her sisters.

"She is wet," Emily confirmed.

"Good," the goblin said.

He beckoned the girl over. She walked over to where the goblin lay and lowered himself upon him. The goblin guided his dick into her cunt, as she came down. His member had grown to a shocking size. The girl bit her lip and let out a small sigh, as it entered her. Then she started rocking quickly up and down. Her bound breasts jiggled wildly.

"This is a good way for young filly to fuck," the goblin explained, "because she needs strong legs. Filly thinks she gets enough exercise from running with Gnald on back, but filly can never be too strong."

The girl kept rocking up and down. Emily was impressed by the girl's stamina, as it looked really hard. But soon the girl started to struggle. Her thighs shook, and she stopped to catch her breath.

The goblin picked up a stick and smacked the girl across her thighs with it. "Grab her by the ropes and help her," he said to Emily.

Emily reached down, grabbed the rope that was tied as a harness around the girl's torso and helped the girl lift herself again. The girl groaned. The rope was tied to her bulging breasts and pulling it tightened the bindings. But with Emily's help, the girl manage to continue rocking up and down upon her master's dick. Soon, Emily was tired, too, and needed to switch arms. The goblins expected much from their girls.

Eventually, the girl was exhausted and unable to continue. She collapsed onto her master with his dick still inside her.

"Help her off," the goblin said.

Emily hugged the girl with her arms and pulled her off of the goblin. The girl was drenched in her own sweat.

"Guide her head down to my dick," the goblin instructed.

"What?" Emily said, but the goblin gave her a stern look, and she did as he bade her. She helped the girl to her knees and guided her head towards the goblin's engorged member. She had no idea what would happen and had not expected the girl to wrap her lip around the goblin's cock. After a couple minutes of violent sucking, she pulled back her head. White hot seed ran down her chin.

"That's a good girl," the goblin said. "Gnald may make a good filly of you yet."

He stood up, wiped his dick against the girl's stomach, threw two gold coins towards Emily's feet, picked up his cup of milk and left the stables.

"I hate them," the girl said, after the goblin had gone. "I hate the little vermin."

The other girls gathered around her. "Don't say such things," they cooed. "It won't make things easier."

Emily wrung up a wet cloth and cleaned the girl's chin and stomach. The girl looked at her with contempt. The other girls were silent. No one asked her to play any more and Emily asked for no more stories.