Acquiring a Sage

Acquiring a Sage

Fair warning: this one is a bit darker than my other stories. Please look at the tags to decide if it is for you. Namely, there is a fair bit of noncon, mind control and bimbofication. That said, I hope you read on and enjoy it. As always, feedback is appreciated.

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"DOWN!"

Sveta's powerful voice reverberated through the cave and drew Simon's attention to the arrow flying towards his head, just in time to dive out of the way. Like all Goblin weapons, it was an ugly, primitive thing, its tip made out of low quality bronze. Still, even a primitive weapon would be enough to kill the young wizard, unarmored as he was. Besides, the filthy creatures smeared their implements in their own excrement, so even if the wound didn't kill you immediately, there was a good chance that the gangrene would.

Luckily for him, Simon did not conform to the stereotype of the bookish spellworker, whose only workout consisted of getting scrolls from the library's top shelves. He wasn't as powerfully muscled as his barbarian companion, but there was no unnecessary fat on him and his reflexes had been honed by putting himself in mortal danger time and again. The two adventurers had been working together long enough for Simon to react on pure instinct, dropping down and letting the projectile pass over him.

The shooter chittered angrily in its people's harsh tongue as it dropped the bow and drew a gleaming dagger made out of dark obsidian. A cruel smile spread over its face as it stalked towards the fallen wizard, making cutting motions towards his stomach. Hastily, Simon called upon the Aether, a small bolt of fire forming in his hand. He needn't have bothered, however, as mere moments before he could unleash his power, a giant, double bladed war ax descended on the goblin, cleaving it in twain and showering the wizard with gore and entrails.

"Eternal fire," the young human cursed, "can't you be a little more careful where you point that thing? My whole robe stinks of goblin."

"Oh, quit whining," the blonde barbarian answered good naturedly as she offered him a hand and easily pulled him up to his feet. "Would you rather be gutted by the little fella? And besides, you can clean your robe with one of your little tricks."

Simon snorted once in annoyance before letting it go. Sveta was right. A quick cantrip cleaned his body of the grime and blood before the two of them continued onward through the cave system.

"I don't like this," Simon murmured as he carefully examined the walls and ground of the tunnel. Ominous shadows danced in the light of the Amulets of Eternal Light hanging around the two companions' necks. "We've been at this for hours and all we have encountered are some traps and a few lone snipers. The sentries should have informed the rest of the nest by now."

"Perhaps, perhaps not." Sveta's voice didn't sound concerned at all, even though her eyes never stopped examining the darkness in front of them. "But goblins are cowards. They'll never fight you alone if they can employ swarm tactics. I'm sure they have retreated to the breeding chamber, waiting for us and hoping that their traps will soften us up for the grand finale. It's also possible that they are having one of their orgies. That always distracts them."

At the mention of "orgies" and "breeding chambers" Simon's hand involuntarily crept to his potion belt, assuring him for what must have been the tenth or twentieth time that the antidote bottle was still there and hale. Goblins weren't a natural species, but a consequence of Aether corruption. It always started with a humanoid who found himself in a place where the Veil was weak and the Aether sapped into the Material Plane. If their will wasn't strong enough to master the corruption and they were of a sufficiently vile disposition, the energy of chaos turned them into goblinoids - depending on their original race either goblins, hobgoblins or bugbears. If the new goblin king, as those beasts were called, wasn't found quickly enough, the infestation would spread. Goblins were only ever male, but that didn't stop them from multiplying at an astonishing rate. A goblin's sperm had addictive and transformative qualities that the young wizard would have found quite fascinating if they hadn't been a threat to him at the moment.

If a goblin mated with a humanoid, that person, no matter their original gender, would turn into a voluptuous female, their feminine traits enhanced and their mind transformed. After a short time, there wasn't much left of the victim but a receptacle for the goblins' cum, their greatest joy and aspiration in life to mate again and again and to give birth to as many of the little monsters as possible. The process could be reversed, but only if the antidote was administered quickly enough.

Nobody knew how long this particular infestation had been allowed to fester, but it must have been quite some time. The local villagers hadn't suspected anything at first when people started vanishing - it was a dangerous world after all, here on the Borderlands, where life was often short and brutal. But when the disappearances had piled up and someone had spotted small, green-skinned scouts, people had put two and two together and called for the Guild. As the two only halfway competent members of the local branch, Simon and Sveta had been dispatched to deal with the problem.

"Any guess on how big the nest has gotten?" Simon continued, more to fill the oppressive silence than out of any real desire for knowledge.

Sveta shrugged. "Who knows? Guessing from when the beasties were first seen? A lot. To be honest, probably more than I would normally be comfortable to fight with just one partner. If it was feasible, I would have preferred to just smoke them out."

But that would also have killed any victims the goblins still had with them, so the two adventurers had refrained from taking the easy route.

The melodic voice of his barbarian friend had a soothing effect on Simon. It was deep, with a strong northern accent, stressing the harder vowels and consonants. Her appearance also helped to guide his mind to...other matters. Her muscular body was clad only in a bandeau and a tiny thong, both made of dark leather and barely enough to contain her generous curves. Simon let himself fall back a bit, admiring the way she moved, like a tiger stalking its prey. His mind conjured images of the powerful woman laying under him, those muscular legs wrapped around his back while he flooded her womb with his seed.

"Eyes forward, soldier," Sveta chuckled. "As much as I like it when men stare at my ass, there are better times than in the middle of a goblin infested dungeon."

Simon, who had the good graces to look at least a little bit embarrassed, concentrated on their surroundings again.

"Sorry, force of habit. You have to admit it is a

really

nice ass."

Sveta didn't grace that with an answer, silently prowling onward.

It took them another hour to finally corner their quarry. An hour during which they did not encounter another living soul at all. That did not mean that there were no dangers. More than once, one of the two companions stopped the other one just in time to prevent them from stumbling into a concealed spear pit, a bear trap or a trip wire connected to half a ton of crushing rocks.

When they rounded the final corner before entering the breeding chamber, they nearly ran into a pair of goblin guards, managing to extinguish their light sources just in time. Thankfully for the adventurers, the two small monsters did not take their duty very seriously. They weren't looking in the direction of Simon and Sveta at all, instead concentrating on the scene playing itself out within the chamber and furiously stroking their oversized cocks. While goblins themselves were rather small, their heads only reaching a human's hip, their manhood dwarfed most humans', reaching a size of 30 centimeters and more when erect with an equally impressive girth.

The thing holding the guards' attention was a gangbang going on in the central chamber. More than a dozen goblins were occupied with breeding two panting women on the cold stone floor.

The women must have been prisoners for a while, as the little monsters' sperm had obviously worked its magic. Both women's bellies were bloated, ready to deliver the next generation of goblin warriors. Their breasts had been enlarged, growing to enormous proportions. Simon was sure that they would have compared favorably to watermelons. The womens' hips had widened considerably, giving them exaggerated hourglass figures that should have looked comical, but under the circumstances made the wizard's cock twitch. After their transformation, the women could have been siblings if not for their difference in size and hair color. One of them was about a head smaller than the other one and overall a tad more petite. She had black hair and, judging from her slightly pointed ears, more than a little elven blood in her family tree. Her fellow prisoner was a fire haired beauty whose limbs were encircled by tribal tattoos painted in blue. She must have been a wilderling like Sveta, though from one of the more southern tribes.

If the physical changes hadn't revealed that both wenches had been in the goblins' clutches for quite some time, their behavior would have made it abundantly clear. Their eyes were vacant, an expression of pure bliss on their faces while the goblins viciously fucked them.

The ginger was straddling a goblin's lap, its massive cock completely sheathed in her cunt, while another goblin mounted her from behind, ramming its manhood into her asshole. One of its brethren had grabbed the barbarian's head and was pistoning in and out of her mouth. The barbarian meanwhile pleasured another two with her hands.

The way the monsters treated her could not remotely be called "gentle". They were ramming themselves in, stretching her holes out to their breaking point without any regard for her pleasure or wellbeing. If not for the transformative effects of their ejaculate, she would surely have been injured by their violent treatment. As it was, she seemed to love every second of it. Even if she had wanted, no coherent words could have come out of her mouth, filled as it was with a cock that was as long as a small human's forearm, but even apart from that, she obviously was no longer able to string together meaningful sentences. Instead, animal noises of lust escaped from her occupied throat. Her juices were flowing freely down her legs, drenching the goblin laying under her.

Her half-elven companion wasn't faring much better. She was on all fours, face down, ass up, her visage buried in a goblin's crotch. The creature had taken hold of her hair and was pulling down viciously, forcing her to swallow his whole length. His cock was so girthy that her throat noticeably bulged, every stroke visible from the outside. At the same time, another goblin had positioned himself behind her and was brutally spearing her quim. Five of his fellows were surrounding the black haired woman and were furiously stroking their cocks, enjoying the spectacle before them.

If someone had told Simon that he would ever feel companionship with a duo of goblins he would have considered them mad. But at the moment, he understood why the two small guards did completely ignore their duties, preferring to work their shafts instead. He only now realized that his own manhood had become painfully hard, almost tearing through his underwear. Sveta wasn't much better off. When he glanced back at his companion, her hand had wandered into her thong. Two fingers were stuffed into her cunt while she slowly rubbed her clit.

The blonde barbarian snuck closer, until her mouth was only millimeters away from his ear.

"Fuck, that is sexy," she purred. Her hot breath caressed his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine and into his cock. Seeing what her words did to him, she playfully nibbled at his ear before giving it a short lick. At the same time, her free hand snuck into his robe until it reached his manhood, finally freeing it from its prison.

Simon nearly gasped in relief, stopping himself at the last moment as he reminded himself where he was. A pleasant tingling spread through his body as his companion slowly stroked his cock, her thumb caressing its slit, drawing forth the first drops of precum.

"I see this has you just as hot and bothered as me," Sveta continued. "Are you picturing yourself in the goblins' place? Fucking a helpless woman, her brain overloaded with lust? Do you imagine it was your sperm that bred her, bloating her stomach like that?"

Simon could only nod, fearing a lustful moan might reveal his presence to the green skinned monsters. The barbarian's assumptions were spot on, with one exception: the picture in his mind did not only include him. He also envisioned Sveta under him, her mind gone and her body subject to his every desire.

While the two adventurers were occupied with each other, the orgy in the breeding chamber literally reached its climax. One after the other, the little green monsters screeched in triumph as they painted their victims white. The red head's mouth, quim and ass were filled to the brim, as were the half-elves cunt and throat. Even though it seemed impossible, their stomachs appeared to stretch out even more. The women were left on the floor, panting and begging for more, crawling after the withdrawing goblins.

As if on cue, a gong sounded from a tunnel at the opposite end of the chamber. The little monsters screeched in panic, dragging their victims towards the walls and freeing the space in the center. Moments later, muffled sounds of distress could be heard, followed by two additional goblins who carried a bound and struggling human woman between them. Judging from her apparel, a brown robe adorned with the sign of the book and quill, she must have been a researcher of some kind. Her brunette hair was bound in a tight bun, some strands of which had come loose because of her ordeal. The hair framed a mousy face with a short nose that was crowned by a pair of cracked glasses.

The woman seemed to plead with her captors, but her words were muffled by a piece of cloth the monsters had roughly stuffed into her mouth and fastened with a strap of leather. They had bound her hands behind her back as well, completely immobilizing her arms. She kicked at the goblin holding her legs, but all it accomplished was hiking her robe up and revealing two shapely legs encased in knee-high boots. Completely ignoring her, the two goblins dragged her into the center of the cave, unimpressed by her struggling.

The trio was quickly followed by a massive goblin. Its body was corded with muscle and it stood at least a head and a half taller than the rest of its peers. Simon took in a sharp breath at the sight of the creature. That must have been the goblin king. Judging from its appearance, the monster must have been a dwarf or duergar before succumbing to the Aether, and a formidable one at that.

The face of the goblin king twisted into a vicious grin that revealed sharp, shark-like teeth which seemed to serve no other purpose than to rend and tear flesh. Between its legs hung a giant cock that slowly rose nearly up to its throat, pointing proudly at its next victim. Thick veins were running along a shaft that was crowned by a fist sized, mushroom shaped head. When the scholar realized what was in store for her, her struggles became more frantic, but it was to no avail. The two goblins guarding her dropped her to the ground, seized her legs and spread them for their monarch.

The whole time, Sveta had continued rubbing her quim and stroking Simon's cock, working both of them into a frenzy.

"By the Cleansing Flame," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal," this is going to be epic. If you don't take me now, I'm going to hump a goblin."

A tiny voice somewhere in the back of his brain insisted that his buff companion probably wasn't a good authority on questions of morality and he really should intervene. That part was quickly drowned out by a much louder voice that pointed out that he was getting his cock massaged by a beautiful woman who just invited him to some rough fucking.

In the end, it wasn't even a question. Simon whirled around, grabbed Sveta and shoved her face first against the cave wall. With a few quick movements, he opened his robe, freeing his massive cock and placing it against the barbarian's cunt.

"That's it, tiger," Sveta cheered. "But restrain yourself for a moment. I want you to enter me at the same time

he

starts."

Simon's cock twitched at his companion's suggestion, anticipation flooding his body.

The pair didn't have to wait long. The goblin king had been taking its time, slowly approaching its victim, probably so she could fully appreciate her fate. A big glob of precum had formed on its manhood's tip, the giant shaft trembling with excitement. The monster kneeled between the scholar's legs, hiking her robe up and exposing her undergarments. With a snarl, it ripped them apart, placing its huge shaft at the woman's newly exposed pussy. Her pleading and struggling reached new heights, but the king's servants held onto her without mercy.

An agonized scream tore from the poor woman's throat as the monster entered her completely with one powerful thrust. She arched her back, trying to shove her tormentor off without success. With a cruel smirk, the goblin king started fucking her in long, rough strokes, obviously caring for nothing but its own pleasure.

The moment the goblin started fucking its captive, Simon grabbed Sveta's long, blond hair, pulling it roughly back and shoved his cock inside. The wizard couldn't contain a victorious sigh as his manhood was enveloped by her velvety folds. Her tunnel fit him like a glove, massaging his aching penis and trying to coax an orgasm out of him. A soft sound, somewhere between pain and pleasure, escaped Sveta as his manhood bumped against her cervix.

"Eaaaassssyyyyy, Simon. I am a delicate flower, in case you didn't notice."

Snorting incredulously at the "delicate flower", Simon rammed himself in again, enjoying the squeals he drew from his normally unflappable companion. There was something intoxicating about the proud woman being shoved against a dirty stone wall, her body trembling under the assault of his manhood.

The goblin king seemed to have similar thoughts, as it increased its pace, its balls contracting as they cooked up the liquid that would irrevocably change the young woman. Even its precum seemed to influence the brunette somewhat, as the sounds coming from her changed from pained squeals to lustful moans. Her back was still arched, but she no longer tried to throw the invader off, instead pressing her hips against its cock every time it pushed it in.

There was something darkly arousing about the whole scene. Simon knew that every time he thrust into Sveta, he wasted time the brunette didn't have. The goblin came nearer to emptying itself into her, changing her from a person who was probably valued and known for her intelligence into a brainless pleasure toy, a whore that only lived to be fucked, whose only desire was getting filled to the brim with sperm. His shaft hardened as he imagined how she despaired as she felt her knowledge slowly drain away, replaced by a burning desire for cock.

Simon took Sveta roughly, both of them watching the goblin king with anticipation as it plowed the brunette faster and faster. Its two henchmen had let go of her legs which she had crossed behind its back, pushing it inside of her. Her face wore a mix of pure bliss and desperation. An anguished sound escaped her lips as the goblin finally came with a roar that shook the cave. Its balls contracted again and again as it shot jet after jet of cum into the young woman, her stomach visibly expanding. Her eyes became vacant and a dreamy smile spread across her face as the goblin's cum worked its magic.