Goblin Now in Charge

It had been long enough since my mistress's last command that I was able to make a choice for myself. She was still my mistress, but without a constant stream of commands I found that I was able to make choices and assert a little of my own will. I chose to flee the homestead and travel into the nearest town.

It was a quick trip down the mountain and then along a worn road to the town outskirts. I was wearing no more than worn basic garb and had nothing to cover the green splashes staining my face.

I circled the town, looking for a place where i could gain information. Usually rough-looking taverns on the outskirts of towns ran deep with gossip and could point one to certain services. I found such an establishment in an out of the way place boarding a number of farms.

I entered the tavern.

Inside were only a half-dozen men arranged around one table. A serving girl ignored my entry, busying herself with some cleaning duties.

I walked up to the table of men. They all turned to me and evidently saw the stains around my face. Three of them turned away in disgust and the other three laughed raucously.

I stood my ground. Trembling slightly from embarrassment. When the laughter died down I said, 'I clearly need to get rid of these magical stains. Do you know of a mage or warlock in the town that can can do this for me?'

One of the men who laughed stood up from the table and bade me to come outside with him. I followed and we stood in a shady corner away from any prying eyes.

'This is a human kingdom town, lad. Many people here have lost family members in the monster wars. I'm not sure you will find too many here that would accept,' he gestured to my face, 'that. We know what that means in this town.'

I nodded. I was desperate to lift whatever spell had been put on me, but it seemed I was not going to find any help here. Perhaps one of the towns further in the forest could help? The wilding towns where human influence waned and travellers of all species were greeted.

The man surprised me by clasping a hand on his shoulder. It was a supportive gesture.

'You wont find a warlock to help, but there is something that can lift such a thing without that type of magic. It's the three milks of a holstaur. You heard of this?'

I shook my head. 'I believe a holstaur is a harmless kind of monster. A bovine type. Close to a human. But I have never heard of the three milks. Is it magical?'

'The type of magic you need. Them in there don't care much for anyone who consorts with monsters, but I can see it in you that you are in need of help. Pass the farms here and keep going into the wheat fields near the river. There is an outskirt farm not managed by a man, but a holstaur. See that creature and ask it for the three milks to cure your... problem there.'

I could have cried at finally receiving some kindness. I thanked the tavern-goer profusely and set out along the road.

My destination was a massive field of wheat with a barn and a modest house in the middle. It was nearly sundown by the time I reached the dwelling. I knocked on its door, but there came no answer. Hearing some noises I moved to the barn. As I got close, it stepped out.

The holstaur was huge, easily a handspan taller than myself, muscled, with enormous breasts that stood proud and heavy on its chest. Its face was soft and feminine with only a pronounced nose and brow to give it hint of a bovine quality. The only other things to denote it as inhuman were the hooves on its feet and the two tiny horns jutting from its honey-coloured, short-cropped hair.

I wondered to myself what sex it was. holstaurs were famously hard to tell apart in this regard because the males bore large breasts just like the females. I could not work it out just by looking.

It grumbled, obviously unimpressed with my staring.

'Hello,' said I. 'I was told you might be able to help me.'

'Help?' it asked, its voice throaty and a touch masculine.

I could see that it was regarding the stains around my mouth. I gestured to them. 'I was afflicted with these. I need them removed. I am told the three milks of a holastaur can do this.'

The holstaur grunted. 'Who told you this?'

'A man in the tavern back there.'

I went on to describe the man, and the holstaur seemed bemused. We stood in silence for an agonising moment before it bade me to come into the barn. I did so.

I barely made it to the barn door before the holstaur put a huge hand on my back and pushed me inside, towards a pile of hay.

'Come on, come on. Sun is going down and I still have some chores to do. Get those clothes off so I can look at you.'

I started to disrobe, meekly, unsure exactly what this was. Maybe it needed me naked to see the extent of the splashes on my body.

'Did you not hear me? The sun will be down soon, quick about it. Gods, slow witted as you are I'm not surprised a goblin was able to get its seed all over you. You'd have just stood there dumbly and let it happen, I'll bet.'

I hurried, and in a moment I was naked. The holstaur's words made me feel uneasy. It was obviously put out by having me there, but I just hoped I could get whatever cure I needed without much trouble.

It took off its top, revealing muscled arms and its two breasts bound in some kind of harness. It fiddled with the harness a moment and then this also came free, allowing its enormous breasts to sag down, nipples slick with little droplets of milk. It sighed in relief for having its breasts freed.

'Come here. Good. Suck.'

I looked up to ask it what it meant, but before the question could come out its hands were behind my head and I was pushed mouth-first into its nipple.

'Don't be bloody daft. You can figure it out, cant you? Suck!'

I took its warm, soft nipple into my mouth. It was so large that it almost rivalled Krunk's cock. The mental comparison to Krunk caused me steel myself. I would do whatever I had to do get rid of these magical stains and return my body to normal. Whatever this holstaur asked, it would get.

I sucked. The nipple was overly responsive. Warm milk jetted into my mouth with only a little pressure. The milk was sweet, and thick, and creamy. It was delicious. If this was a cure then it was a kind one.

I sucked more, until I found myself greedily increasing my pace, swallowing everything I could, but my mouth started to overflow, letting gushes of milk spill out and down the holstaur's chest.

It slapped me on the back of the head. The slap was light, but a shock given the size of the creature's hand.

'Oi, be cleaner, you idiot! If I wanted milk down my chest I'd play with my own damn nipples! Swallow it!'

I did as I was told. I tried to pull back my pace and made sure I sucked in a sustainable rhythm.

'There you go. Some brains in your head, then. Simple, right?

I kept sucking until the muscles in my lips started to ache. Just when I thought I would get no succour the holstaur grabbed me by my hair and yanked me away from its chest.

'Enough of that one.'

'Is that the three milks? What else do I have to do?'

The holstaur seemed confused for a second, then smirked. It pushed my face over and drove me into its other tit, which was now noticeably bigger compared to the one I had already drained.

I did as I was told. I sucked again. The milk from this one tasted slightly different. I wondered if a combination was the secret to the three milks, if taking the two types and mixing them together in my stomach would make the magical, curative third type.

I was full but I kept going. I did not want this big creature to get angry with me again. I kept sucking, and as I did so the holstaur started to moan softly. It was enjoying itself. Maybe because the pressure was finally being alleviated on its massive chest.

One of its hands crept around to my ass and squeezed. This hand then found itself on my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants. I was so heady with the warm delicious milk that I would have let it do just about anything at that point.

Finally a big hand grabbed at my hair again and pulled me back of its tit. Its chest now looked smaller but still remarkably large.

I waited for it to say something, to indicate if I was cured or not, or if I did a good job with draining it. All I got was a rough push to put me on my knees in the hay. I went to stand up, but it asserted its grip and held me in place. When it was comfortable that I was not going to move, it put both hands on its belt and unbuckled. Its leggings fell away, allowing a massive, glistening cock to bob up into my face.

It was a male.

I stared at its cock, entranced with the size of it, and how it glistened. It was a slick honey-colour, like the creature's hair. It did not seem to have a head on it, but rather the entire thing was one thickness all the way down that just tapered off at the angled tip. The base was hairy, but the shaft was completely smooth and wet all the way down. I knew now what was meant by the three milks.

I did not wait for a strong hand to come down onto me, I opened my mouth and leaned forward, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could, sliding my tongue on the underside of its shaft, doing my best to please the creature that was going to heal me.

It touched the back of my head gently. 'Good boy, now you are smartening up. Get as much in as you can.'

I reached up and took the Holstaur's balls, one in the palm of each hand. They were almost hot to the touch and heavy. It needed its milk pressure eased from these as well. I was glad to provide that service if it meant obtaining the three milks and getting rid of these stains.

The poor thing was pent up, I could tell. It had not had a milking of any of its three milks in a while. It only took a minute of sucking on its cock and rubbing its poor swollen balls before it tensed up and came into my mouth, spraying cum over my tongue and filling up my cheeks. I quickly swallowed, trying to follow the same mandate as with its breasts and not allow anything to leave my lips. More cum surged forth and I swallowed that too. And again and again until the shining cock began to droop and the stream slowed. Even then I did not take my lips off it. I kept myself suckling the tip of the creatures cock, slurping up the little dribbles of remaining cum that flowed out.

'I'm done now, you don't need to stick to it like a leech.'

Its hand pushed me away. I stumbled and fell onto my rear. It was fine though. I believed that I had what I needed, and that was worth a bit of rough treatment, especially considering that the three milks would cure me.

'Can I have a mirror?' I asked.

The holstaur snorted. 'What? Why?'

'Well, to look at my face. To look at the cure. Is the stain gone yet, or does it take a little while to fade?'

Sudden recognition went across the creature's face. It laughed harshly. 'The man in that tavern was having fun with you, little one. No amount of milk can take away the stain of that goblin jizz. Don't worry though. You won't have anyone laughing at you while you are staying here on my farm. You will stay here and be my new milker. I've got a bed in there for you. Mine.'

I felt light headed. What did the creature just say? This was all a trick?

'You are a bit dumb, aren't you? Listen I can tell you have not caught on. The man in the bar knows me and owes me a favour. I imagine he will be here tomorrow to remind me that he and I are even now. My last milker left a week ago and I've been backed up with milk ever since. You are not as good at milking as they were, but you will do. I'll teach you. Don't worry about those goblins, either. Ill sort out the filthy, stinking little pests. They won't bother you again. Not while you are my milker. You can believe that.'

I was left there in the barn. My stomach was full, my mouth tasted of milk and cock. After the holstaur was done with its chores it collected me and took me inside. I milked it some more before we went to sleep.

The next day I awoke to an empty house. The holstaur was gone. I was not sure how long I had slept. It seemed to be midday by the sun. I took a drink of water and found a note on the kitchen table. It seemed to be from the creature.

'Come to the goblin homestead. I have sorted things out. Hurry up as soon as you are awake.'

I washed myself with some water from the well, clothed myself with an added face covering in case I ran into anyone on the road, and got moving.

I was soon at the homestead in the side of the mountain, though I wondered why the holstaur had wanted me to come here. It seemed to have a particular hatred of goblins. Had it done away with them, or run them off? I hoped that the thing was not too violent with them, but then again it was a brutish sort. Who knows what it would have done.

I walked onto the homestead and saw no one. I carefully took a look around and finally heard some commotion in the barn.

I approached cautiously, and heard guttural yelling. This spurred me into action and I ran up to the doors, flung them open.

On all fours in the hay was the holstaur, its mouth stained bright green, goblin slime--just like what my mistress used on me--smeared over its lips. Behind the holstaur, fucking it with all his might, was Krunk. The little goblin's standing height was perfect for humping the holstaur while it was on its knees. The goblin's vigorous thrusts were causing the holster's tits and head to shake with each impact.

The holstaur saw me and a big smile swept up its green-stained lips. 'Human, good news, my master says that he will lets us both service him and his glorious, beautiful cock!'

To be continued...