Goblin Now in Charge

I was young and fairly handsome. I knew that. I also had an arrogant streak because of success I experienced with a few tavern girls that did not want to bed the old village brutes that usually attempted to woo them.

In fact, while travelling I was able to get my fun for free with human girls fairly regularly. It was just when it came to half-elves that I needed to pay for the privilege of being with that kind of beauty. But that was everyone, unless you were a prince or something. And those half-elf girls were beautiful indeed.

I found myself travelling into town after a lucrative job. After spending a couple of months mining and earning coin from a copper merchant my pockets were full and my muscles were toned. Looking back on it I had felt especially arrogant that day, and I wanted one of those half-elf girls to share a bed with me in order to round out my own sense of self-satisfaction.

The route from the mine was not well worn and I found myself pushing off the beaten path in favour of a more direct route to get over the hills rather than around them. The town was not too far away now and I felt confident enough with the direction to forge my own path away from the roads and trails.

As I ascended the last hill--or perhaps technically a mountain--pushing my way through the brush, I heard an off-key voice singing an unfamiliar song. I did not recognise the language, but it sounded like a folk tale like they sang in the taverns.

I got closer to the sound and the brush cleared, revealing the grounds of a little homestead nestled sweetly into the mountain side. A few wide open areas surrounded a barn and two dwellings. A black-robed and caped goblin was on the other side of the grounds, walking slowly towards one of the homes. The singing had been coming from her. A travel song.

Her face was at about the same height as my belly button and showed that she had seen some years, but she was not yet elderly. She spied me and a bright smile curled up her full red lips. The green of her skin seemed to flush pink on her cheeks.

Oh great, I thought, not wanting to be held back on my mission to take care of two months' worth of pent up frustration.

As we neared each other she waved her fingers at me coyly. 'Good day, traveller,' she said. She was obviously happy to see me and eyed me up and down, apparently pleased. 'Good fortune to me to find you crossing my path as I return to my little home. What brings you to my side of the mountain?'

I mustered as much courtesy as I could find. 'Good day, madam. Sorry for encroaching on your homestead. I was trying to save time by going off the path. I apologise for any disruption I caused to your day.'

We drew up in front of each other, a few meters apart.

'Oh you can disrupt any part of me that you like. I feel like I need a good disruption, I'd say.'

Her tone sounded vulgar. I winced a little at her words and hoped that she did not see me do so.

'Anyway,' I said, trying to hurry things along, 'I mean no harm and I'll be on my way.'

She quickly undid her cape swept it away, allowing it to drape over a little rack. She then stepped forward to halt my attempt at moving away. While I quickly tried to think of a polite response her hands deftly pulled away her outer robes and they were flung over the rack with the cape. I could judge her figure now under her inner robe. She was plump, but not overly so. Heavy breasts and hips. A surprisingly slim waist. Her dark hair was short and framed a fairly pretty face for an aging green monster.

'Oh I do love company though. If you'll have a drink from the well at least? You can re-fill any spent water skins. A young man like you, I'm sure you get spent often.'

That vulgar tone again.

I deplored the idea of her little attempt at seduction, but I could use water and there was no reason to be rude when hospitality was offered. Even if it was offered in the hopes of something else that I was not interested in sharing.

I smiled at her and nodded. 'I would thank you for that. I must be going soon, you understand. But some water would be most hospitable. Thank you.'

She took my sleeve and led me to the well, which was near the barn. When we arrived she let her hand slip down my sleeve and touch my skin. 'Here we go. I think you'll find we have everything you need here for your comfort.'

I pulled my hand away and took off my pack. I used the well to refill my water skins and I myself took a drink while she stood close and chatted, taking every opportunity to offer me some flattery on my face or body. I took the flattery kindy but did not return the sentiments, hoping that she would catch on to my lack of intentions.

When it was clear that I was repacking my gear to leave she uncinched her remaining robe and let it slip open, revealing lacy black panties and a triangular garment covering her breasts. Both underclothes looked almost like netting and allowed one to see through them. Through the cloth I could see her large nipples, covering a good portion of each breast, and her dark pubic hair seated over a flushed pink vagina.

I held up my hands in a warding gesture, the thoughts of those half-elf girls in my head completely juxtaposed against this little creature.

Before I could say anything she moaned, 'come on honey, it's been a long trip and you have a lot of coin. I can give you a discount on this since you are so nice and handsome. Ill only charge you two thirds of what the human girls in town would.'

Before I knew what I was doing I laughed at her. The proposition was such a hilarious shock. Then I found myself blurting out, 'pay for you? Are you mad? I was trying to get away from you when I thought you were going to try and rut me for free, but pay for you? Ha! You'd just about need to pay for me, little one.'

Her cheeks turned from a desire-fuelled pink to an angry red, as did her nose and forehead. She ripped her robe closed with a huff and stormed past me, disappearing behind the barn.

I thought to apologise, to go after her, but all I could think was to get out of there. I quickly gathered up my things and when I shouldered my pack I found she was in front of me, her cheeks puffed and full. While my hands were stuck hoisting up the pack she jumped up, wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Like a fool I opened my mouth during this to protest. When our lips were together and mouths open, she wretched something from her mouth to mine. It was a vile ball of ooze of some kind. It tasted sour and musky. As vulnerable as I was she managed to glob a tankard's worth of the stuff into my mouth and around my face. My reaction was to shut my mouth closed which unfortunately resulted in my swallowing much of it on reflex. After swallowing I found that lots of the gooey stuff was still stuck to my tongue and teeth.

I stumbled back and dropped the pack, freeing my hands to do something--anything--about the goblin hanging off me with her face pressed to mine. I grabbed at her hips with the intention to push her away. Instead the warmth and plump softness of her skin made me pause. I stood there, beginning to enjoy the taste in my mouth and the feel of her in my hands.

She pulled her wrinkled face back from mine and I was mesmerised. Mainly by her plump red lips. They were glistening and dripping with the goo, which I could see now was mostly clear but with a green tinge running through it. Without thinking I leaned my face forward and licked some of it off her lips.

My mind was disgusted, yet my body acted. I lapped at her lips and face, licking up every bit of the goo that I could. Part of me wanted to wretch at the feel of slimy skin on my tongue, but I could not halt my physical actions. My body was responding to another part of my mind, one that lusted and needed despite the rational part of me watching on in horror and humiliation.

Mercifully she unwrapped her arms from behind my head and let herself fall the short trip to the ground. I stood dumbfounded while she looked up at me. She grinned now in a vicious way, her little white pointed teeth showing. Her eyes sparkled and those red lips seemed fuller and more mesmerising than ever.

She walked confidently backwards, gesturing for me to follow with one clawed little finger. I stumbled after her as if in a trance. She backed up to a tree stump that had been converted into a little highbacked chair, like a throne. As she plonked herself down I found myself crouching as I walked, lowering myself to match her height as she seated until I was crawling up to her on my hands and knees.

She produced a little towel and flung it to me.

'Clean up your face, little one. Make sure you wipe all that slime off. Your skin will be stained from it, but there is nothing to be done about that now. I just want your face nice and clean for me.'

I complied, doing my best to clean myself up for her and to get off all the goo. I did wonder what she meant by staining though.

'To that part of you that insulted me before... the part that right now is probably screaming inside your head... well, I say to you, enjoy the show as I humiliate and defile you. We will see how prideful you are when I'm done commanding you to fill every sick, funny thought that comes into my head.'

The rational, disgusted part of me shuddered. She knew what she was doing. Whatever that slime was it seemed to make two things true inside me. One was that I was conscious, revolted at the goo cloying to the inside of my mouth, and angry at this little despicable monster. And the other was that my body and the animalistic, reactive part of my mind was suddenly willing to do anything for a taste of her pussy or another lick of her red lips.

She kicked off one sandal and held the foot out to me. I greedily crawled forward and took it in my hands, pressing my lips to her toe nails. She had been travelling. Her feet were pungent and sweaty. She nodded towards me and I took her toes into my mouth. They tasted salty and grimy. My tongue worked around the toes, licking out thick wads of grime from between them. I pulled the foot further into my mouth and worked my tongue harder, doing my best to clean her toes perfectly.

When I was satisfied with how polished her toes were, I took them out of my mouth and started kissing the top of her foot. It was saltier still and had something sticky on it that was more than sweat. I lapped this up, hoping that she would appreciate my extra effort. Finally when I had licked her foot squeaky clean she spoke up.

'Oh, yes, of course. I should have said. My last client--whom I visited before I ran into you--he very much appreciates my feet. Wont relieve his frustrations anywhere else in fact. But gosh, you have lapped all that up so eagerly maybe next time I can convince him to just unload himself into your mouth, hey?' She laughed shrilly. The sound triumphant.

Inside my own head I boiled with anger. I wanted my body to come to its senses and throw up her toe jam and her clients cum, but instead I had to watch on and taste even more grime and semen as she had me lick the other foot clean as well.

'This other one... this is where he really let himself go. Look at all those ropes he put around my toes. Goodness, it's a surprise it did not all come off in my sandals. But I guess if it had you would not have a little treat, hey sweetheart?'

I nodded and moaned. I wanted to vomit, but at the same time I wished there was more of her client's cum for me to lick up since it seemed to make her happy.

When her feet were clean she removed all her clothing and sat there like a little queen. I could smell the muskiness of her pussy. I knew what came next and I could not wait.

She opened her legs, showing me her flushed vagina. With a little nod and a smile I was given permission. I lunged forward, burying my tongue as far in as it would go. My lips worked around hers, my spit comingling with her sweat and her excited juices.

For the next ten minutes or so she guided me. She leaned back and left a dominating hand on my head, moving me this way or that, providing me little orders when she needed to. I was in heaven. My cock strained against my clothes in a sodden patch of precum.

Finally she gasped strangely and shuddered while something gushed over my face. She had me continue for a moment and then stop.

She had me stand up. Her eyes held on the soaked patch on my leggings.

'Take all those naughty clothes off, sweetheart.'

I took them all off in haste, leaving my undercloth for last. When I took it off and freed my cock the rush was exhilarating. The head of my penis felt so good to finally be released, and there was something sexy and promising about having her hungry eyes upon it. If someone came by and saw me naked and full of need in front of her it would be humiliating in a wonderful way.

This is what I wanted. I wanted her, and I would do anything to have her release my cum for me.

'Ill make you a little promise, darling. I am going to do something that might help let all that poor backed up cum out of you and give you some relief, but if you can resist me then I will undo what I did to you at the well. You can go your merry way if you resist, a bit broken in ways but otherwise unharmed. OK?'

I did not understand the proposition really, but I nodded.

'Just resist me for a few minutes and ill let you go, OK?'

Again I nodded. The rational side of me had waited for this. If it could exert enough influence to stop the body from moving then I might be able to free myself from her.

She moved away and came back with a little bottle. She smiled wryly and positioned herself in front of me, but just off to one side. Kneeling on the grass, she unstoppered the bottle and poured what looked like oil over one of her hands which she formed into a circle with thumb and forefinger. She held the oiled circle a handspan away from the tip of my cock.

I stared at her beautiful breasts, her red lips, her full hips. The rational side completely gave way as I scootched forward pressing the tip of my cock through her fingers. She slowly, achingly moved her oiled fingers back and forth along my shaft with a delicious smile on her lips. I thought it would be an eternity before I could feel any relief, but then from behind an unknown figure ran its oiled finger up and down the crack of my bum. I did not want to know who was back there, because then I would have to look away from my lovely mistress. Suddenly the finger found what it was looking for and it drove itself into me, setting my anus alight with amazing sensations. Another couple of strokes from my mistress was all I needed. I moaned and released. My balls tensed up, my anus gripped the finger inside it, and my cock burst forth, spurting cum through my mistress's fingers in great gouts. I kept cumming jet after jet, feeling months of pent up need pouring out of me and splashing on the grass.

The rational side of me could not believe it. I was not even able to hold off for a second as part of her deal. I was a puppet to this little green monster, and I heard myself whimpering over and over as the cum continued to gush forth, 'thank you, thank you, mistress. I love you, mistress.'

I knew that someone was behind me--and inside me--and they were hearing me moaning and praising the little green goblin like she was a princess. The thought of me being humiliated in front of that other person only seemed to make me cum harder. I still don't know if the love of humiliation was something unlocked by that glob of goo and its effects, or was just something I had always wanted and never really realised.

To be continued...