Gather round, my children, and listen to my tale. I am Stoy, the storyteller. Normally, I am a spinner of yarns, a teller of tales. I retell stories from long ago, passed down from storyteller to storyteller. This tale of woe, however, is not a story that I've heard and am repeating, nor am I taking any literary license. This is a tale that I witnessed with my own eyes. A tale of a fearsome creature. No, not a troll, or an orc, or anything fearsome like that. This is the telling of...
"The Great Goblin Hunt"
Chapter One
Over the past year or so, the small village of Abatha was having a problem. Women were being taken from their homes, their families, their lives. These women were assaulted and raped. I guess I can't use the term 'rape' literally. These women all said that they willing participants in their dalliances, but, under what emotional and chemical influences, remains to be seen.
The problem, in a nutshell, are the goblins. Truly, not much is known about the goblins. We do know that the goblins are an 'all male' race. It's not clear why the creator would design a race that couldn't procreate. Maybe that was by design. It is said that, back in the time of their creation, due to their horrible visages and terrible temperament, the goddess had pity on them and gave them magical powers to make up for their appearance.
It is said that the goddess gave them a magical smell, an aroma of amour. It is said that this power only works on the female human, but, that it is strong. Stronger than any spell. Stronger than any steel. Stronger and any will. Back in the day, a goblin infestation would spell disaster for the women of childbearing age in the village. A goblin would appear before them and, before anything could be done, the woman would completely enthralled by the beast. She would agree with anything the goblin asked of her.
What the goblin would want, was her body. Impregnating her and taking her away was the only way to keep the goblins alive. Nobody knows what happens to the girls at the goblin encampment. None have ever returned to tell the tale. The villagers of old begged and pleaded to the goddess for help. She answered their pleas with a pendant. This blessed piece of brass would keep the goblin away and at bay, so long as the woman wore it.
The local blacksmith set out to fabricate as many of these pendants as possible. They were then blessed by the goddess and distributed to the women of the village. These women were pleased to have this protection. After a while, it is said, that the goblins, unable to mate with any of the village beauties, moved on. The blacksmith made sure to send copies of the pendant to nearby villages so that they could protect their maidens from this scourge. In time, wearing the pendant became an everyday ritual. For it to be successful, the pendant must never be removed. If removed for more than and instant, the young lady would be at the mercy of the goblin and his chemical charms.
These stories traveled from village to village, acting as a warning. For a while, it seemed to work and people became complacent in their anti goblin ritual. The goblins, in the meantime, sat back and waited, waited for the humans to drop their guard, to become ripe again for goblin supremacy.
One such village is Aabatha. The people there were so confident in their fighters and weapons, that they didn't put any priority on the anti goblin ritual. This is what the goblins had been waiting for. It started again. By night, a young maiden would fall asleep without her charm. The goblin would appear and enthrall her. He would have his way with her and implant a goblin seed in the young woman's womb. By morning, everyone would know, because the young woman would appear to be fully involved, months advanced in her pregnancy, seemingly ready to drop at any second.
This was not the case. The young woman would be in that state for weeks. The longer the woman was pregnant, the more the goblin D.N.A. would affect her. Her skin would get a greenish tint, her ears would elongate and her belly would harden and set. By this time, it is feared that there was no escape from the goblin life. At a certain point in the pregnancy, the young woman would just walk into the forest, never to be seen again.
The fighters would try to follow to get an idea of the location of the goblin camp, but the girls would just disappear, without a trace. It seemed all was lost. The search team was out for weeks hunting the goblins and their camp, looking for any sign of these women. The teams were all male, except for one member. Llianna was the best tracker in the village. She knew she was safe on the hunt as long as she wore her pendant. The team had just returned from a week long hunt. They were told that three more women had been impregnated while they were gone, including Llianna's younger sister, Pilan.
Llianna was incensed. She demanded to know how this could have happened to Pilan. She found out that Pilan had taken her pendant off to bathe and the goblin was waiting for her in her room upon her return. As soon as she entered her bedroom, she smell the musky smell of the goblin. She tried tp reach across the bed for her pendant, but the goblin grabbed her from behind. To hear the girl tell it, the goblin pulled her into an embrace. She felt his leathery hands on her hips as he grabbed her and pulled her tight. As he wrapped his arms around her, she could feel his big cock snuggling in between her ass cheeks. All she heard was his gravely, raspy voice.
"Breathe." Was all he said.
Instinctively, she did what he instructed. At the first inhale, she knew she'd made a big mistake. At first, Pilan was revolted by this creature holding her, but, within seconds, her feelings began to change. As his musky, putrid smell entered her nose, it started to affect her. The deeper into her lungs it got, the sweeter it became. Her tight muscles started to loosen, her nipples started getting hard and her pussy...well, it just opened up like a flower.
As she breathed in more of the goblins musky smell, her feelings started to turn to that of passion. It had already started to taint her thinking. As she retold the story to the midwife, the harder the goblins cock got, the harder her nipples got. He started massaging her hard nipples with his long, leathery fingers. Before long, she couldn't help herself. She dropped to her knees and started to suck his hard dick. Having just turned 19 years and having been overprotected by her sister, she had never even seen a hard cock before, but, somehow, she knew she just had to have it.
She took his throbbing knob in her mouth and licked it. As she licked the precum off his hard member, her fate was sealed. He pushed her away and back onto the bed. He grabbed her legs and pulled her ass up in the air. He smacked her ass hard, leaving red marks in his wake. She said that it excited her and she wanted more.
He then lowered her legs and spread them apart. At this point, she would allow him to do anything he wanted. She just knew she had to have that cock inside her. Her juices were flowing freely as he placed the head of his cock at her entrance. His smell acting like an aphrodisiac was more for the human woman's protection than his. His cock was huge. For their fairly diminutive stature, goblins have abnormally large cocks. They are rough and leathery, just like the rest of their bodies. Without the added lubrication, they would tear a human pussy up. As it was, though, hers welcomed him in.
He shoved himself into her in one motion, sending this poor maiden into a euphoric trance. He started to pump in and out of her at a frenetic pace. He wasn't in this for the pleasure, which he got plenty of. He had one objective. That was to spill his load inside this human so that he could add to his brood. To him, she was just another walking, talking incubator for his progeny.
The woman, however, was getting plenty out of it. After cumming hard several times, this scent drugged young woman was begging for him to dump his load inside her. She was, not only, satisfied to be relegated to human cum dumpster status, she was begging for it. To her, it may have felt like love, but, in reality, it was a chemically induced dependency on his seed. She not only, wanted it, she needed it. And she needed it badly.
The goblin felt his orgasm building deep inside him. He started making long strokes inside her waiting womb. She knew that she was about to be inseminated and couldn't be happier about it. In fact, she wantonly begged him for his full load. She couldn't wait to feel the heat of his cum spreading through her insides like a virus.
