"...and so she kept me for what felt like months! Her willing stud as she used me as a breeding bull. I only managed to escape because the goblin forgot, one day, to use her perfume to put me under her spell again. I managed to sneak out the door with my pack and hit the road before she was any the wiser."
Lukas Wright finished his tale with a sigh. He sat beside the road, the darkness of the Wire Woods at his back, the night sky a curtain of stars and the pale eye of the moon. Even thinking about Midzie brought back uncomfortable feelings.
Of course, part of that was probably due to who he was sharing a fire with.
The goblin maid was named Jazzie, and she listened to him raptly, her mouth slightly open and eyes aglow as he told her of his daring escape and capture. He kept to the other side of the fire from her, wary, but nonetheless couldn't help observing her. Despite her travelling clothes, the lace and leather had been cut in a way that more than flattered her curves, the shortstack seemingly having compensated for height with width of hips, rump, and shapely breasts.
All goblins were so. No one had seen a male goblin since the demons came from the rifts, turning the Lost Lands into what they were. Only females remained, and they were clever and eager to find males and husbands to rebuild their numbers, as Lukas was only too familiar with. The peddler had only just escaped being the breeding stud of the goblin Midzie, wrapped in the warm embrace of her perfume and velvety pussy as she rode him to seemingly endless orgasms.
"Wow!" Jazzie said. "That's incredible. You poor thing!"
Lukas cleared his throat. "Yes. It was a bit of a close call, I'll admit. But I persevered. And now, I'm back on the road, and I missed it."
"I bet. I know exactly how you feel," Jazzie sighed, letting her head rest in her palm, her large eyes dreamy as she stared at the heavens. The laces crisscrossing her bust straining to hold back the firm, green breasts that swelled out her short hourglass figure. Lukas tore his eyes from those plump orbs and back to her soft face as she continued. "I went travelling too. Left home ages ago. Of course," she giggled, her lips shining red with lipstick, "that's not too surprising."
"It's ah... It's not?" Lukas said.
"No, silly! All goblin maids move out of their parent's house. We can't just stay with our mother forever. She needs the space for her next brood! We have to set out. Make our own way in the world. I'm sure you understand."
Lukas nodded rapidly. "Oh. Oh! Absolutely. I was the same way. Needed to make ah... make my own career, you see."
"I do!" Jazzie said. "Like a real man, you wanted to go out, make your fortune. A new life away from home."
"Exactly!"
"Must be lonely, though."
Lukas paused. "Lonely?"
"Yeah," Jazzie said, her eyes sympathetic. Warm pools of darkness that caught his own. "You must get so lonely on the road."
Lukas shifted where he sat. "Oh, um. Well... Sometimes, I admit. It can be tough being a peddler, all alone. But that's the way it is sometimes."
"It is. Which must have been why you joined my camp, despite seeing that I was a goblin too."
Lukas felt his cheeks warm. He... he supposed he had been lonely. Ever since escaping the loving trap that had been Midzie's cottage, he'd felt a strange, rather acute loneliness within him. A yearning for the warmth and comfort of company. Which was... was odd, because he'd never really felt it so acutely before. Sure, he'd known the ache of solitude before. Any traveller did. But nothing quite like this...
It was what had driven him to share the camp with the goblin, even though when he drew near, he saw what she was. Memories of Midzie were still strong in his mind. Likely would be until the end of his days. And yet, the sight of Jazzie sitting by the fire, humming as she stewed a pot, brough a deep ache in him. An almost physical need for company. A sensation that had tugged him off the road like a leash, pulling him into the firelight and begging a chance to share her camp.
But not her dinner. He knew goblins. Extremely well now. And he knew that they were master apothecaries, and that to eat the food that they prepared was to damn oneself to be their mindless stud. Of course, evidently they had other tricks, but he was on guard.
"You must be very lonely," Jazzie said.
Lukas noticed she had shuffled a little around the edge of the fire. He thought about moving away, but she wasn't that close... "Oh, um. Well. Loneliness doesn't really bother me that much. I'm used to it."
"No one should get used to being alone," Jazzie said sympathetically. "It's so unfair that such a handsome young man should have to wander, with only his own thoughts to keep him company."
"I-I really haven't been that lonely," Lukas said, even as he felt himself warm a little more.
"No?"
"No."
"Then... maybe there was another reason you stopped by my camp."
