The Goblin and the Hunter

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The young hunter raced back towards his camp. He knew everything he'd said to her about being caught here in the cold after dark was equally true for him. His dripping cock bobbed as he ran. God, what had come over him tonight? Sure, he enjoyed binding the wrists of a tavern wench a few times, and he'd certainly laid some belt strokes on some upturned cheeks, but tonight he had been overcome with something brutal. Something animalistic. And his cock! He couldn't remember ever being that hard, or cumming that much. Maybe it was the goblin? Her pussy had been gushing too. His mind raced as his boots beat across the forest floor.

Back at his tent he quickly re-donned his clothes and gathered what little valuables he had. If that little strumpet did manage to send her friends here tonight he didn't want to be inside the most obvious target in the camp. He gathered a fur blanket and skin, and made for a crook in the rocks nearby. That way if there was a raid he'd hopefully awaken as they went for the tent.

He awoke with the morning light. He'd slept better than he had in weeks. "Must have been draining my balls that did it!" He laughed aloud, to no one except the chirping birds. Even with no attack last night this camp was no good. Hell, it had been no good from the start. He set about packing away the paltry amount of meat he had managed to gather. As he worked he realized his balls ached horribly. Was he already horny again? Goddamn, that little goblin slut must've really gotten him! He laughed aloud.

As he stuck his head out of the tent flap his heart caught in his throat. There she was! Just standing there perfectly still at the edge of the camp, watching him. She was still completely naked. Her hair was a tangled mess, her braids were askew, her green skin covered in dirt, mud, and welts from the night before. He grasped the hilt of his dagger. "I told you to never come back here!" He shouted.

"You stole my totem!" He strained to hear her hoarse voice, so much softer and smaller than the night before. "You took it! Give it back!"

He laughed aloud. "You came back here for your dildo?"

She paused, puzzled at this human word she didn't know. "You stole my fertility totem! You stole my dress! You ruined my spell! You're horrible!" Her voice cracked as she began to cry.

"You really hiked back all this way for a dirty ripped dress and a dildo? Even after I told you I'd whip your ass again?"

"Please." She just stood in place, sobbing. "Please just give them back and I'll go away."

He sighed deeply. Stupid little goblin ruined his hiding spot and now he couldn't even leave without her causing problems. He reached down and retrieved her little stone dildo from the cuff of his boot. She gasped and rushed towards him. He braced himself, still with one hand on the hilt of his knife, but she paused in front of him.

"Please give it back."

He held it out in his palm and she eagerly grasped it. Seeing her up close in the daylight he realized how truly tiny she was. She had the physical proportions of a human woman, but her arms were a bit too long for her torso, and her legs a bit too short. Her feet were tiny and he could see that she had wrapped them. He could also see in the daylight how cruel he had been last night. Her nipples were swollen around her rings, he could see mean welts all down her sides, and her front was a mess of scrapes and cuts from her thrashing against the tree bark. God, looking at her he realized how badly his balls were aching. What the hell had she done to him last night?

"Your dress is still on the ground." He pointed towards the nearby log on the bank of the river. Broken off branches, stomped ground, and a scraped section of bark were the only remnants of their night. She ran back to the site of her torture and knelt, grasping the flimsy rag from the mud.

"It's ruined." She sobbed.

"Just rinse it off in the river." He didn't know why he was trying to advise a goblin on washing clothes. God, what was he doing wasting time with her anyway?

"No, the spell, the spell, you stupid mean bad human." She withdrew a small scrap of cloth covered in scrawl from the filthy dress.

"Why do you keep going on about a spell? What in the fires of hell did you do?" He could feel his anger rising again, like the night before.

"The spell!" She thrust the muddy scrap out towards him. It seemed to briefly flicker with a faint blue light as she grasped it. Tentatively he reached out and took it from her. It was written in a very old tongue, but still human.

"Where did you get this?"

"From the witch. The stupid crappy evil witch who tricked me!"

He laughed aloud as he read the scrap. "Do you understand what this is?"

"Duhh, it's a love spell, stupid!" She started weeping again.

He continued to laugh as he inspected the page. "Call me stupid, will you? You little goblin slut! Can you even read?"

"Of course I..." she sobbed; her lie caught in her throat. Then in a tiny, hitching voice: "please, what does it say?"

"It says 'The attention of your lover's lash will fall upon you again and again. Your skin will glow as red as the evening sun. His seed will boil over and fill you, and your pleasure will flow out of you like a river.' Silly-ass goblin. This is a slave spell! To bond a slavegirl." He continued to laugh as she she knelt, sobbing before him.

"Wait..." What she had done was slowly dawning on him. "This is the spell you cast last night. You cast this, on ME!"

She hiccuped and sobbed, still kneeling bare on the riverbank. "I just wanted you to love me like I love you, and now everything is ruined, and my pussy is burning up but it's so dry I can't even masturbate, and you stole my totem and you stole my dress and you beat me!" The words flowed out of her in a barely discernible stream, book-ended by her halting sobs.

"So you wanted to cast a love spell on me, but did this... this crap instead?"

She just sobbed.

"Is this bullshit spell of yours why my balls have been killing me all morning?"

She looked up at him through bleary eyes, sensing his anger rising. "Please, I'm sorry."

"Damnation! I should put you right back over that log!"

"No please, no! Nonononononooo!" She jumped up to run but he snatched her by her hair. His cock was swollen and pressing painfully against his breeches. He drug her roughly back towards his tent, her tiny talons still grasping her dress.

"Nooo... please don't beat me again."

"Why shouldn't I?" He tossed her down in the dirt in front of the tent and loosened his breaches. "You cursed my balls! Damned goblin!"

She wriggled on the ground in front of him and then he heard her gasp. "My pussy!"

"Your pussy? What now?! Did you cast a spell on it to swallow me whole?"

"No, it's wet!"

"Well yeah, I couldn't help but notice that last night, you shitty little hexer!"

"No, you don't understand, beautiful stupid mean human! All last night my pussy was aching, I needed to touch it so bad, but it was dry. Completely dry! I thought it was because you stole my totem... but it's you! I need you!" Her babbling stream of words slowed as she realized what she was saying. "It said lashes fall so I flow like a river... I need you to... spank me..." She started crying softly again.

The hunter was in a daze. Her babbling was driving him mad. He yanked her by the hair again and pulled her inside his tent.

"Please... be gentle." She softly begged. "Please spank me again. Please take me. Please..."

He barely heard her words. The aching in his balls and the anger in his brain drove him forward. He threw her down over his pack in the center of the packed dirt floor and slapped her still-swollen purple buttcheek with his open hand. She squealed beneath him. Again, and again he slapped her, across both battered cheeks and down both thighs. Soon her bare wriggling spurred him on and he fully freed his cock. He yanked her forward so the pack was under her hips, her breasts pressed cruelly down into the hard dirt. She sobbed as he mounted her, but this time her stream of babble was a plea: "Please, beautiful mister hunter, please fuck me I need it so bad please..."

He rammed his cock into her as he had the night before, hammering her soft, spongy g-spot with his glans, and driving her swollen clitty into the hard packroll. She was gushing again, 'flowing like a river', but he was in too much of a daze to notice. He pounded mercilessly, desperate to relieve the aching in his balls. Finally he came, gushing great spurts of white into her flowing pussy, his desire to not be responsible for the creation of a half-breed creature lost in a daze of pleasure. She gasped and squealed beneath him, lost in of orgasmic bliss. He collapsed on-top of her, pressing her into his pack, feeling her body tremble and quake as she continued to cum. They laid like that for what seemed like an hour. Slowly he raised his head and let his eyes come back into focus as he stared out the flap of the tent. Suddenly he shot bolt upright!

"Shit! Fucking shit!" He hissed.

"What?" She gasped beneath him.

He clamped his hand harshly across her mouth, silencing her. "Kingsmen! At least five of them, just coming into the clearing! We've got to get out of here!"

Her eyes popped open wide. She nodded and he released her. "I'm a poacher, they'll hang me! And they'll kill you!" He raced to grab his pack, and slung his bow and quiver over his shoulder. She desperately scrambled for the spell scrap and her phallic totem, but with no way to secure them, naked as she was, she shoved them into the pockets of his long coat. Grabbing her arm he ran to the back of the tent and slit it top to bottom with his dagger. They both silently slipped out the back of the tent as the Kingsmen entered the clearing.

He pulled her by the arm as they ran together. He heard her mumbling something behind him as they fled; some sort of goblin prayer? He yanked her down into the crook where he had hidden the night before. He held her to his chest as they watched the men search his camp. He tried to clamp his hand over her mouth but he felt her hands and sharp nails squeeze against his arm. Her tiny mumble continued. As he felt darkness shroud them he realized what she was doing: a shadow spell! Damned this little hexing witch! He prayed she wouldn't screw this spell up.

"Fire's dead cold, sir." He heard one of the men say as they inspected the camp. Thank god he hadn't had time to rekindle it last night. "Tent's been slashed too. I don't think anyone's going to be back."

"Alright. Burn it then..." He saw the short man in the steel cuirass order, "...and stand watch anyway, in case someone is still around."

The pair watched as two of the soldiers stayed behind and started dragging things to the center and lighting a fire. He reached for his bow but felt her tiny hands on his arm again. She shook her head silently. "The other soldiers will check back. Please."

Tears formed in his eyes as he watched the men drag everything in his camp and toss it into the now-raging bonfire in the center. "Everything..." he whispered. "Everything gone..."

She turned and looked up at him. Her mouth dropped open when she saw his tears. The big strong beautiful mean stupid human was sad! She knew she needed to retain her composure to keep the shadow spell active, so she forced herself into a calm. As the two soldiers casually tossed the last of the items into the pyre, she saw them toss down their swords and relax on the ground. "Let's go." She whispered up to him. "Before the others return. My spell will wane soon." He pulled the fur blanket he had left there the night before over his shoulders and they both ran silently into the forest.

"How!" He hissed angrily, as they leaned against a massive fallen log to catch their breath. "How could this have happened!? An entire season of work, ruined!"

She eyed him, sadly. "They stole my dress too."

"A dress? A fucking dress!? Do you have any fucking idea what the men I owe money to will do if they find out everything I dried and packed this season is gone?!"

"Shhh! The soldiers will hear you!" Now it was her turn to clasp her tiny, bony hand over his mouth. "Besides," she smiled "it's not like you know anyone with a hidden spot in these woods, right?"

Her looked at her, confused.

"My cave, stupid human! In the mountains. The soldiers will never find us there."

He slumped against the log. Hiding in a goblin cave. How had it come to this? "Okay." He sighed. "Lead on."

"Not so fast!" She stood up and drew herself up as tall as she could with her tiny frame. "No more whippings!"

"Okay." He laughed.

"And no more gagging me!"

"I'll be a perfect hou...er... cave guest." He smiled. "Here." He slipped his coat and vest off, re-donning only the coat over his bare chest, handing her his vest. "It's sheepskin. Better than running bare through the woods. "

"Thank you." She smiled. It was the first nice thing he had ever done for her.

She led him on an arduous trek through the woods to the foot of the mountains. Up a maze of tiny scrambling paths and through the brush of her hidden entrance he found himself in a tiny but cozy cave. A shaft of light filtered in from above, giving an eerie but beautiful glow. The ceiling was high enough that could almost stand up in the center. The walls were covered in drawings, similar in style to her tattoos. There were items stashed everywhere: bones, piles of shiny rocks, trinkets, dried hanging herbs, dissected animals, scraps of paper with scrawlings in all sorts of languages, and sitting in the center of one table a shiny little knife with beautifully inlaid bone grips. "My father's knife, you little thieving bitch!" He turned angrily towards her.

"No whippings!" She squeaked in sudden fear. "I needed it!"

"What did you need my knife for, you little thief?"

"It... for... nothing..." she toed the hard dirt floor, unable to tell him.

"I'm changing my mind on my promise about the whippings, little one." He glared at her.

"Pleeeease no!" She begged. "I took it for... for a spell."

"Oh fucking great, another spell. Those always work out for the both of us."

"Hey, my shadow spell just saved us!" She stared back at the floor again, her voice softening. "At least you could say thank you."

He sighed deeply. "Your shadow spell saved us. You're right." He paused. "Thank you, little goblin." She beamed broadly.

"Now tell me why you took the knife."

"For a love spell." She stared straight down again, her voice barely above a whisper.

"There have been a lot of failed love spells, haven't there goblin?"

"Yes." She squeaked. "Please don't be mad."

"How am I not supposed to be mad? Some weirdo has been experimenting on me for weeks! Months!"

That angered her. She drew herself up to her full height and found her voice again: "I'm not a weirdo! Take it back!"

He laughed. "I..." He couldn't believe he was apologizing to a failed goblin witch. "I'm sorry. That was mean."

"It was mean! You're mean. And you whipped me!"

He sat on one of the tiny chunks of wood she was using as stools. "Yeah, well you robbed me and cursed me! My balls still hurt from your bullshit!"

"Okay, I'm sorry for that." She knelt next to him, trying to save her battered cheeks from the stool. "But it backfired worse on me than it did for you!"

He smiled over at her. "I'll say. Your poor butt is looking pretty sorry."

"And my pussy!" She squeaked indignantly. "It's aching so bad! And it's all dry and hurting again!"

"How can we get rid of the spell?"

She sighed. "I don't know. I know a slave spell has to be renewed a lot, so it might go away on it's own."

"Wait," He looked up at her, quizzically, "if it's a slave spell why aren't you bound to me? I thought they made you obedient."

"I dunno. Maybe it's screwed up cause I'm not a human, or maybe cause it's a billion stupid years old, or maybe that crappy witch just sucks a lot, or maybe I messed it up cause I suck a lot and I'm stupid and I can't do anything right!" She began to sob again.

He put his arms around her shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"

She looked up at him and nodded silently.

"What's your name?"

She gulped down her tears. "Tryxamillok."

"What does that mean? In goblin?"

She paused. "It means uhh... flower. Beautiful flower!" Her bare big toe dug into the packed earth again.

"You liar!" He laughed. "What does it really mean?"

Her jaw opened and then closed silently. "How do you always know when I'm lying!?" Her indignant squeak was becoming and indignant screech.

"You are the easiest book to read, little Tricks-a-Mill-Oak." He grinned broadly at her. "Can I call you Tryx?"

"Okay."

"Seems appropriate, I guess. Now you gonna tell me what it means?"

She paused and stared straight at the floor. "It means... it means stinky little flower! There! Are you happy!?"

He leaned his head back and laughed uproariously. He couldn't remember the last time he laughed so hard. Tears were coming to his eyes as he looked down and saw her glaring at the floor, practically shivering with rage. "I'm sorry little Tryx." He reached his arm around here again. "That's... it's... very much you."

"Yeah." She fumed. "My stupid Daddy thought so too."

She glared at him. "What's your stupid name anyway? Stupid beautiful mean buttfucking human!"

"Wayne."

"Wayne?" She giggled. "That's a silly name."

"It's pretty normal for a human, I guess."

He reach around her shoulders as she knelt next to him, cuddling her gently. "How long have you been in this cave, Tryx?"

"I dunno, ten summers maybe?"

He glanced down at her. "How old are you, little one?"

She counted on her fingers, then on her toes, then her fingers again. "Thirty winters? Maybe? Momma said I was born in the winter, I know that for sure."

He guffawed aloud. "Thirty!? I'm only twenty-two!"

"So? Be a million for all I care. Goblins live for a long time, that's normal!"

"Why don't you put something more on than my old vest?"

"The soldiers burned my dress, remember?!" She retorted angrily.

"You don't have another one?"

"No," she sobbed, "now I'm stuck here naked."

He returned to stroking her shoulders. "How did you end up out here, Tryx? Where's your family? Where's your goblin gang?"

She trembled a bit. "My mom died. My stupid mean bad Dad tried to sell me to a neighboring chieftain because my Dad's stupid bad gang was falling apart and no one would follow him because he's an idiot but that chieftain was mean and bad and his sons were *extra* mean and bad and my brother said they were all planning to rape me so he helped me run away one night." Her babbling stream of words had started again. She finally paused to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry." He squeezed her shoulders.

"It was a long time ago, it's okay. I just got sick of stupid goblins and stupid goblin problems. So I ran for years until I found this cave, and I lived here ever since."

He chuckled ruefully. "I know," he paused "I know how it feels to need to live far from humans and human problems."

"Was your dad stupid and bad too?"

"No, my Dad was a great man, and he loved me, but he died and I owed some bad men a lot money, so I became a poacher, but I could never make enough to pay them back. Especially now after all this" He waved his hand around broadly.

"You can stay here if you want, Wayne." She smiled up at him.

"I dunno, I never stay in one place very long."

"Yeah, and how's that worked out for you so far, stupid?" She softened her tone. "Besides, I'll still need... help, until this stupid spell wears off."

"Now earlier you were all begging for 'no whippings'..." He laughed, trailing off.

"Yeah, but my pussy is really aching!" She squealed. "Plus, this morning you just spanked me with your hand and that worked and..." she clamped her mouth shut, suddenly embarrassed.