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.