A/N: All characters are over eighteen. Duh.
Steven Landle, ranger of the Silver Stag, was dreaming.
He lay in a dark void, floating, his body but a dim sensation at the edge of his awareness. The hard earth where he'd lain his bedroll was gone. The chill of the forest night was absent. Only he existed, detached. Ethereal.
Him, and the hands touching him.
He shivered as they ghosted over his body, stroking him, teasing him. He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Helpless as they admired his firm muscles. His fluttering chest. His aching, stiffened cock.
He gasped. Soft. Those fingers gently wrapping around his shaft. Pumping it. Using it. Clever fingers. Tender fingers.
Whispers brushed against his ear, making him shiver, moan.
"Good boy."
"Silly boy."
"Good slave."
He whimpered. He wanted to deny those words. Those whispers. But he couldn't. Couldn't voice them. His tongue was tied by the sensations throbbing from his cock as it was pumped. His body singing to the hands that teased and tickled and stroked.
"Gonna cum."
"Good boys cum."
"Good boys cum."
"Gonna cum."
"Gonna cum."
"Obedient boys cum."
"Good boys cum."
"Cum for mistress."
"Cum for mistress."
"Cum."
"Cum."
"Cum!"
He tried to resist. Tried to fight the sensations. But they were too many. Too strong. Too wonderful and pleasurable and he gasped and moaned and came. He moaned as his cock spurted. Milked. Stroked by those ghostly hands. Teased by fluttering kisses that peppered his twitching shaft as he came. Sweet euphoria numbing him. Pleasure sinking him deeper. Deeper. Deeper into slumber.
"Good boy."
"Good boy."
"Good boy," the voices breathed.
Steven shivered in delight, and sank into bliss.
Steven yawned again into his hand and blinked away some sleep.
"Feeling tired?"
He grimaced. "Shut up," he growled.
The speaker giggled, joined by her two companions. Steven glared at the green trio who followed him, their wrists clanking with their manacles and chains as they tried to smother their laughter. Goblin maids. Why did it have to be goblin maids?
There were three of them, their short height more than compensated by their curves. Despite the days of travel their clothes remained curiously immaculate. Two wore pretty red robes whose plunging necklines did nothing to hide the expansiveness of their breasts. Meela and Geena, they were apprentices to the third, the shaman Carama. Carama was as short as her apprentices, but carried herself with more matronly confidence, her clothes little more than a few cloth straps that held back her impressive breasts from the world, her hips curving outward in a squat hourglass shape, her dark hair tied back. She once wore an elk's skull as a hat, and her belt had been looped with potions and charms, but Steven had gotten rid of those when he captured them. The trio had been in the midst of cursing a village, driving the residents to debauchery with foul magic until he came upon them.
Fortunately, magic needed time to prepare, and they'd been easily overcome by him despite all their sorcery. Their shackles bound their powers now, the runes written in the steel glowing softly with the reassurance that they were active.
"If you want," Carama said, tugging down her top a little more, revealing more of that mouth-watering emerald orb, "you can always take a nap on my pillows. I promise they'll give the sweetest dreams."
Steven realized he was staring, flushed and turned sharply away. "Keep to yourself, temptress. In three days you'll be in a cell at the lodge."
"Oooh! Will there be lots of cute boys?" Meela asked.
"Dumb dumb!" Geena cried, shoving the other goblin with a giggle. "Of course there will! Ranger Lodges are always filled with silly, horny boys. Just look at Steven! Poor thing is so pent up!"
Steven felt his cheeks burn some more. It was true. He hadn't dared touch himself since capturing the goblins. Mainly because if he did, he'd be forced to do it in front of them. He didn't dare leave them alone for even a minute. Who knew what tricks they had? But it would be beyond humiliating to masturbate under the golden eyes of the three goblins. So he endured as best he could, especially when his prisoners delighted in showing off their plump curves.
Not for the first time, he wondered why he hadn't just killed the trio. It would have been so much easier. But no. No. Evil they may be, but he didn't have to sink to that level. He was a better man than that. A good boy.
He blinked at the errant thought, feeling his cock stiffen in his pants. He bolted to his feet suddenly, kicking dirt over their campfire. "Come on," he said, grabbing their chain, unlocking it from the tree he'd bound them to for the night. He tugged them forward. "We have a lot of ground to cover."
"We're coming," Carama said, her golden eyes glittering with mirth. "Coming right along."
Steven felt his breath hitch as he led the goblin girls back onto the trail. Three days. Just three more days and he'd be rid of them.
Steven squinted at the hues of evening painting the distant mountains. Was it so late already? It felt like they hadn't made any distance to the lodge.
"Ooooh, getting dark!" Meela said.
"Mmm!" Geena moaned, stretching. "And I'm feeling so tired! Can we stop now?"
"We keep moving," Steven growled.
"Darling," Carama said. "I know you dearly want to get us to the lodge, but really. Soon, it'll be too dark to see our hands in front of our faces. I can barely see my own breasts as it is! And if I have trouble finding something so very large, so brightly green, however will we find a camping spot?"
Steven winced. But she had a point. Not about her breasts of course. Though they were large and...
Steven shook his head violently. No. Don't think about it. Don't think about her firm, bouncing green breasts. Focus, damn it! Camping spot. That was a good idea. Then, maybe, he could finally get a decent night sleep. He looked about as they continued along the trail, putting all his focus into finding some place to camp.
"Here," he said, spotting a clearing near a gently rushing stream. "We'll camp here."
"Wonderful idea," Carama said, smiling at him.
