Nightfolk Research Log, No. 001: The Goblin.
Crude, primitive, and abundant. These small-bodied Nightfolk are among the weakest of Nightfolk species, yet one of the most prevalent and successful. Like all Nightfolk, they evolved in dark, resource-starved caverns deep underground, giving them an aversion to sunlight and terribly powerful survival instincts. Prioritizing reproduction over all else, Nightfolk constantly hunt for breeding mates from those that live on the surface, and goblins are no exception. They have evolved to weaponize their high fertility and fast growth: a single drop of goblin semen contains enough virile seed to impregnate a woman with triplets at the minimum, with six or seven children being the most common. With pregnancy lasting only three months and maturing to adulthood taking an additional six, by the time of a normal human pregnancy the goblins will already have exponentially increased their numbers and begun hunting for new mates.
Adult male goblins stand between three and four feet tall, with warty green skin, narrow eyes, long, thick noses, and no hair on their heads or bodies. Due to their high numbers and abysmal fighting capabilities, goblins are often unable to find enough food to survive, their diet consisting mostly of bugs and the breast milk of their victims. This results in a malnourished, bony appearance, which contrasts starkly with their ridiculously sized genitals. Ranging from 9 inches to 16 or sometimes even bigger, it's clear that most of a goblin's nutritional intake goes into their penises, an evolutionary trait to ensure that their seed reaches as deep as possible into their victims. Such a large tool attached to such a small body is unwieldy at best and detrimental to survival at worst, but as research has shown, goblins do not care about their own well-being. What matters more is the proliferation of their kind.
Goblins will raid settlements on the surface in swarms, hundreds at a time, some armed with sticks and stones, most resorting to pummeling and biting. It is not rare for 80 to 90% of the swarm to perish in the attack, but so long as they can secure even one female, they will have succeeded. The unfortunate victims are taken to underground breeding chambers, where they will become seedbeds for the goblins. To keep them alive, the goblins feed them heaping servings of semen directly from the source, the virile seed containing enough nutrients to sustain their bodies and provide the energy necessary to give birth to healthy goblin children. Every day will become an endless hell of merciless pounding as the victim is given no time to rest, their bodies used by dozens of goblins every hour for sexual release. If the victim shows any resistance, the goblins will overwhelm them with sheer numbers, exploiting all their sexual weak points to make them helplessly orgasm until they become obedient.
Most women kidnapped by goblins are eventually rescued; all it takes is a well-organized militia of around 100 men to crush most goblin tribes, and a single powerful person could do the job on their own. But, if left unchecked, some goblin swarms can grow into the thousands, at which point they become a nigh unstoppable force capable of overrunning even the most advanced, magically protected cities. Thus, one of the main duties of the Exter Guild (Exter, of course, being short for "Exterminator") is to find and destroy goblin settlements, a fact that has become a rather dark running joke of sorts: every Tuesday is Goblin Day.
As a final note, female goblins do exist; or, at least, they are capable of being born. However, being weak and unfit to reproduce or fight, they are abandoned from birth, their fate left entirely to whatever creature happens to find them.
Saena gripped her blade, staring at the incoming wave of enemies. The report had stated about forty goblins had made their nest in a cave close to the small town of Raz. Forty goblins? Psh. Easy pickings for an elite Exter like Saena. She would be in and out in five minutes.
If only she'd taken the time to scout a little before confidently striding into the cave. The signs were all there: the wide spread of footsteps, the scores of overturned rocks, the strangely deep cave that was a little too large for just forty goblins.
Now, with four hundred of the creatures rushing at her from the front and another hundred cutting off her escape from the back, Saena could only lift her blade and pray she would last.
"KEEEEEEEEKKEEKEEKEKEEKEE!!" The goblins' war cries filled her ears as she swung her sword, meeting the first line of enemies with a powerful slash. A dozen goblins were cleaved in two, but two dozen more were already filling their places, their hands reaching for her armor, her hair, her legs.
"Stay back!" Saena swung again, and another dozen goblins fell. "Like I'll let even a single one of you
primitive, dumb animals
touch me-- Bfffggh!!"
A sudden cloud of mud exploded in her face as one of the goblins threw a sloppy, sticky pile of earth at her. Momentarily disoriented, she swung wildly, but a single goblin made it past her sword.
"Gyah!!!" She let out a shriek as the goblin immediately latched onto her leg, biting the inside of her thigh. Though she was armored, she could still feel the gnawing sensation, and it certainly wasn't pleasant. Worse, her balance was now compromised, each sword swing a little less effective.
"You little--!" She tried to kick the goblin away while swinging her sword, but the Nightfolk held on like a stubborn child. Before long, another goblin grabbed hold of her other leg, then another joined in, and another, until eventually one leaped onto her back and the powerful Exter was sent crashing to the ground.
"Grrraaahhh!!! Nggghh!!!" Struggle as she might, when she was buried under the weight of three dozen goblins, there was little she could do. Her sword was wrenched from her grip, her helmet torn from her head, the goblins crowding around her as their hands scrabbled at her armor. Dumb as they were, they weren't able to figure out all the clasps and buckles, instead opting to chew through the leather straps. Piece after piece of her defenses fell off, revealing her large, full breasts, her curvaceous waist and hips, and her toned rump, all squeezed into a linen shirt and pants that clung to her body with sweat.
"FUCK! FUCK, GET OFF ME, YOU BASTARDS!!!" Saena bit back the fear that was bubbling from her gut. She knew exactly what was going to happen to her. At least in her case, rescue was assured: once she didn't come back for a few hours, the Guild would definitely send a search party. She just needed to resist for those hours.
But as the goblins tore away her clothes, exposing her sweat-soaked underwear, she desperately prayed that some miracle would spare her from those hours of hell.
"Kieeeeee!!!" Triumphant cries surrounded her as the goblins stripped away her last line of defense, laying bare her smooth, tanned skin, her perky nipples, and her pretty pink pussy. Working together, they rolled her onto her back, three of them clinging to each limb and making any attempt at flailing or kicking futile. Saena's vision filled with huge, knobbly cocks, the goblins crowding around her while rubbing their shafts, precum dripping onto her face and body, making her recoil and shriek.
"Shit, shit...!! I'll never yield!! You bastards can do what you want to my body, but you'll never break my spirit- HYAHHNN!!"
Despite her bluster, the sensual, feminine cry she let loose was genuine when she felt a goblin's tongue press against her defenseless slit. The warm, wet muscle lapped and licked at her folds and clitoris, parting her pussy lips, tasting the sour, humid musk of a sweaty, sexy female. The goblin buried its face between her thighs, its eyes fixed on her face, giving her a cocky stare.
"F-fuck!! Ahhnn!! S-stop that, you-- Nhhooohhh!!!"
Her voice betrayed her, squeals mixing into her speech as the goblin worked its magic. Her clit was sucked into its mouth, flicked and prodded by its tongue, making her back arch involuntarily as her sensitive button was played with.
