The Bard
Rose Shimmergrass walked along the forest path. She knew it led from the small town of Yondell to the village of Wekk. The day was pleasant and sun dappled through the leaves, making the thick forest seem more like a garden than than the wild place that it was.
The path wasn't well used, but Rose had taken it a few times before. It was all part of her patch, two dozen settlements between the city of Dornannon in the south west, to the tiny village of Mummer where the forest turned to plains along the Orcbane River.
As a bard, Rose was not just an entertainer. She was a vital source of news from the outside world. How were conditions in the city, had there been a fire somewhere, was there a new shop in one of the towns, had someone seen an owlbear in the forest, everything. People needed news and bards were one of the best ways for ordinary folk to get it.
These were mainly human settlements and Rose liked it that way despite being a Halfling. While many halflings were stout, Rose was lithe and shapely, proportioned exactly like the most beautiful of human women, just half the size. Of course, one thing she loved was that human dicks were twice as big as most halfling dongs.
Bern, the handsome blacksmith of Yondell had a cock on him that was even big for a human and Rose had greatly enjoyed riding the beast last night. Bern had been greatly taken with her show and so she had invited him up to her room afterwards.
After he left, Jessor, the owner of the inn, reminded her that she wasn't supposed to have men in her room. The Bear and Dragon was a respectable place. She had apologised with a blow-job and then another hard fuck after she had gotten the innkeeper hard again. Jessor really loved her red hair and had grabbed handfuls of it while she had sucked him. She remembered thinking at the time, 'why can't you be normal and just maul my tits.'
That was when they appeared. Rose had been so distracted that she hadn't really been looking around and before she knew it she was suddenly surrounded by brown/grey/green figures. They quickly grabbed her arms and held her firm.
"Help!" she shouted as she recognised that they were forest goblins. While only four feet tall, they didn't have the nasty reputation of other goblins though could be quite dangerous to a single, small halfling woman.
"Quiet!" one of them ordered, "or we'll take you right here and now." He turned to one of the others, "grab her things."
Within seconds, the group of five forest goblins were carrying Rose and her gear deeper into the forest. The two carrying her missed few opportunities to rub against her shapely legs or push her firm breasts.
Rose knew that forest goblins were rarely very aggressive, mostly avoiding battles and fights. They would occasionally steal, but mostly kept to themselves in the forest. Rose had heard other rumours though, that they were lusty creatures with huge cocks for their size. She could tell that it was true, as she squirmed against one of the goblins carrying her and felt more than one bone-hard cock, at least six inches long, beneath the skins worn. The forest goblins simply leered at her when they felt this.
They carried Rose for several miles; a long way from the trail, to a make-shift camp. Several fir tents were arranged around a central fire, where a crude seat of rocks had been assembled. Another forest goblin, this one at least four and a half feet tall, sat regarding her. Rose couldn't help but notice the giant bulge beneath the creature's crude clothing.
"Nagnik, what have you brought me?" the large goblin said in the goblin language. Fortunately, Rose had learned this tongue a few years ago.
Nagnik answered, "Huntmaster Lorak, this one walked along along a path. She had small cart and stuff. Look at her, she much yum-yum. I ask for second turn."
The huntmaster smiled, and stroked his bulging cock, releasing it from the skins. "She is much yum-yum. I think..."
"Please ... please don't hurt me," Rose pleased and stretched herself out of the ground. "I ... I can entertain you. I dance, and sing."
If the huntmaster was surprised that she knew his language he didn't show it. He merely smiled toothily. "Yes, I would see you dance for my pleasure. For all of us," he said more loudly and the other forest goblins cheered loudly.
"Please, let me prepare a little. It ... it will make the dance all the better," While there was a little lilt in her voice, none could tell if it was from fear or excitement, perhaps both.
She was brought to one of the tents. A moment later, Nagnik came in with her handcart. "You prepare. You cross us," he then drew his finger across his throat in a clear threat. Rose nodded quickly.
Once he left, Rose began her work. She quickly stripped off her travelling clothes and brought out a small box with her toiletries. Within moments she had cleaned most of herself off and applied her best perfume. Then, she highlighted her best features and hid the few flaws that only she thought her body had.
Less agitated now, she looked through a chest with her outfits and decided against anything flowing or too delicate. These were too sophisticated for her audience here. "Ah, the strips," she said and drew out what was little more than about sixty strips of multicoloured cloth, tied together in a complex pattern. By design, it was hardly enough to cover most of her flesh. Her legs were almost completely bare and only half a dozen flowing strips swirled around her waist to cover her sex. Her breasts were held but nothing more than two strips covering them cross-wise; a lot of side and under-boob were exposed and, her rapidly hardening nipples were clearly beginning to poke through.
She picked up a reed pipe from it's case and, before leaving the tent, blew a lilting tune before tucking it into her cleavage.
Outside she smiled. Every one of the goblins was staring at her with the same dazed, aroused look. There wasn't one of them that wouldn't cut off a finger to fuck her, which meant weren't going to kill her; at least not before being satisfied.
She brought her hands above her head and started to clap out a rhythm. Her steps moving in time. One of the goblins got the hint and picked up some sticks to continue the beat. She rewarded him with a wink and wiggled her hips at him. It took a second or two for the rhythm to start up again, into which she giggled prettily.
Then, rubbing the reed pipe between her breasts suggestively before bringing it to her mouth. She looked right at the huntmaster as she wet the reed with the tongue and pushed it in a few times even more suggestively. He had his hands in his lap and was almost squirming on his throne.
Marrying a tune to the clicking sticks, she began to skip and prance. Her breasts bounced against the strips of cloth, the slight friction making her nipples stand out even more. The goblins weren't the only ones excited, Rose began to feel a slight trickle of her own juices starting down her legs. Her pussy was sopping wet.
She began to move more quickly and athletically. She performed several high kicks, flashing herself quickly without giving any goblin much of a look. One of the younger goblins, clutching his groin with both hands, ran up and fell to the ground to look up her skirts. He obviously liked what he saw, at least for a second, as his stone hard cock popped out and he began to rub it frantically. With a quick movement, Rose kicked dust into his face. He cried out and clutched his eyes, and the move had delighted the other goblins who laughed uproariously. But, to compensate the young goblin, Rose bent at the waist and planted a quick kiss on the angry head of his straining member.
She moved on quickly, while the laughter continued. Stretching out to one sides, she tugged on the knot of one of the slips covering her left breast. She pulled it free and then let it flutter to the ground. A few steps later, she mirrored the move and then her large tits, which had barely been contained in the first place, were now straining against a single strip of cloth each.
Looking around, many of the goblins had now stopped bothering to hide their cocks. Most of them were stroking them and even the huntmaster had his enormous tool out. It was standing proudly before him, at least seven and a half inches in length and a good deal thicker than her own wrist.
Despite being used to dancing this way, Rose was getting tired. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She suddenly jumped to a stop, for a few seconds the goblin keeping the beat kept going. When it stopped, she smiled and looked around and then, moving the pipe under her skirt, pushed it slowly up her quim.
It was only about five inches long and once most of it was up, she looked up and smiled, holding both of her hands out as if to say, "where did it go?" This was the sort of humour goblins, and even a lot of low-born human's, liked. Another roar of laughter erupted.