Five Pennies for a Goblin

Hello Literotica, this is my first attempt at publishing anything, so I appreciate constructive criticism. If the feedback is positive, I might continue writing about Garokh and his (mis-)adventures. I tried to find any grammar and spelling errors, but English not being my native language, I surely have missed a few. That said, I hope you enjoy the story.

Garokh Skullsplitter couldn't sleep. It wasn't the ruckus down in the common room; after a year of adventuring, he was used to that. The same was true for the creaking of the floorboards and the howling wind blowing through the cracks in the tavern's walls. He also did not complain about the bed that was a few centimeters too short for someone of his size and the mattress that probably contained less straw than the feeding troughs outside. It was just a fact of life that tavern rooms in a primarily human town weren't made with orcs in mind.

No, the problem was his raging boner that poked uncomfortably against his underwear. It had been days since he had been with a woman (or a man for that matter) and he felt ready to explode. Damn, he had left his stronghold to find himself a few wives, and here he was, one year later and alone. Garokh had already tried to help himself a few times that night, but a hand just wasn't a replacement for something warm, wet and...

He forcefully stopped that train of thought; it definitely would not help him calm down. For what felt like the hundredth time that night, he turned around and closed his eyes. It was useless, however. All around him, the sounds died down as the common room emptied and people went to their rooms, but he was still awake. Which, in the end, turned out for the best, because otherwise he might not have noticed the intruder.

Slowly, very slowly, someone opened the door to Garokh's room. If not for a slight creaking, he might have overheard them. The intruder also noticed the sound and stopped immediately, waiting for a reaction from the 'sleeping' orc. For a long while, nothing happened. Garokh deliberately took slow, rhythmic breaths, playing at being asleep and holding onto the long dagger he always kept near.

But the intruder did not try to reach him, instead sneaking further into the room. They were good, making almost no noise. But almost no noise was not none and Garokh was able to trace the person's path through the room. The goal was apparently the orc's treasure chest. Garokh almost chuckled, as the thief - for that was probably what they were - was in for a big surprise. Chomper was cranky even on a good day. Woken up in the middle of the night by someone jamming a lockpick into him, he would probably be livid.

Exactly as expected, a few seconds later, a surprised yelp sounded from the general direction of Garokh's chest, followed by an angry growl and a wet chomping sound. Immediately, the surprised squeaks were replaced by panicked shouting. The voice sounded hollow, like it was surrounded by something large and empty, but it was unmistakably female and rather high pitched.

"HELP! Help me! A monster is trying to eat me!"

Garokh was no longer able to contain his mirth. A deep, rumbling laughter escaped his lips at the sight that greeted him when he opened his eyes. Chomper, his mimic traveling companion, had trapped the intruder's head in its fangs and was holding on, growling and yapping angrily. The thief was a young woman, a goblin or a halfling judging from the size. Garokh caught sight of some green skin as she was flailing about uselessly. So, a goblin it was.

What was more interesting than the pitch of her voice or the color of her skin was the shapely butt that stuck out of Chomper's maw. She wore a pair of tight leather trousers that fit so snuggly that they could have been painted onto her bare legs. The goblin apparently had not shirked on her training, her legs and ass attractively muscled. He guessed you could have bounced a copper penny off those cheeks if you wanted.

"Hey! Hollow brain! Could you stop laughing and get me out of here before that monster gobbles me up!" Her voice skirted the border between indignation and panic, but he felt it was still a bit demanding for someone who had come to rob him.

"Oh, don't be a baby," he rumbled. "Chomper is still young, he can't swallow even someone as bite sized as yourself." Mock surprise entered his voice as he continued. "But tell me, how did you get into this predicament? I distinctly remember going to sleep without a goblin in my treasure chest."

This elicited a new shriek of anger. "Who are you calling bite sized, you stunted half-giant? And you know exactly how I got here, mister wannabe comedian. Now get me out of here. You had your fun and I fucked up, no harm done, okay?"

Garokh feigned a contemplative tone. "You don't seem very contrite, do you? How do I know that you won't return later with better preparation? I think I should call the guard and let them sort it out."

That made his captive go completely still. "You're...you're joking, right? Come on, I would never live that down. It would make me the laughing stock of the guild. And besides, you're an adventurer as well, aren't you? That would be a real dick move."

She was right, at least to a point. Members of the Adventurers' Guild normally sorted out stuff like that among themselves. It was expected that thieves and related professions would test their skills against fellow adventurers, as long as they stayed within their own rank. If you could not manage to protect your belongings, well, that was your loss. It was an outlook he respected as it mirrored how most members of his own species felt to begin with. But she didn't need to know that. He really enjoyed making the little thief squirm.

"I don't know," he pondered loudly. "I mean, you tried to rob me of my hard earned money. You could call that a dick move as well."

She started struggling again, but after a few seconds, she recognized how futile that was and pleaded with him. "Come on, man. Can't we come to some other agreement. I...can pay you. I have stashed away a few coins. Or do you need something stolen? Come on, work with me. Isn't there anything I can help you with? We really do not need to involve the guard."

The last part caught his attention. Looking at that perfect ass again, there actually

was

something she could help him with. He started to caress her butt with one hand, kneading it roughly. "Actually, something just came to my mind. I believe that you could be

very

helpful."

Her voice suddenly became nervous. "Hey, big guy...that...that was actually not what I was talking about. Isn't there something

else.

"

Undeterred, he opened her belt and started to pull her trousers down while continuing. "Well, you said

anything

. And here I was believing you were a woman of your word. But now you...hey look at that. Someone was going commando."

The thief indeed did not wear any underwear. His actions had revealed a nearly perfect green-skinned ass. The goblin was more on the petite side; he was sure nobody would ever call her voluptuous. But the adventuring lifestyle had done her good. He would have no trouble believing her if she claimed to be a trained athlete. She had muscles in all the right places while still looking very feminine. It was something he very much enjoyed - and his 'friend' down there agreed with him, getting painfully hard and straining against the confines of his underwear.

The goblin made a cute little squeak when her behind was exposed to the cold night air. "'Anything' might have been a bit premature. There surely is something else, isn't there? I mean, look at the two of us. You'll split me in half!"

He caressed her back, running his hand down her butt until he reached her womanhood. His hand hovered there, enjoying the heat without going further. Unlike her, he considered their size difference to be a fun challenge to be overcome.

"Tsk, such a pity," he told her, grief in his voice. "I would have enjoyed that. But it's your choice. I'll be right back with the guard."

Garokh got up and strode towards the door. He was almost out of the room when she finally shouted. "Wait, stop it! I agree, I'm game, I'm super excited really. Get back in here!"

Grinning from ear to ear, Garokh closed the door again. With a relieved sigh, he got rid of his underpants, his strained cock jumping out. Anticipation filled him when he kneeled behind her, returning his hand where it had been just a moment ago. When he started massaging her hole, there was a surprising amount of wetness waiting for him.

"Oh, the lady doth protest too much methinks," he chuckled while he caressed her.

Lust and anger mixed in her voice as she shot back. "Ha, ha, asshole. Very funny. And what kind of orc are you, anyway? 'Doth protest', 'methinks' - who talks like that? What about 'Graaarr, skulls, death, praise to the One Eyed God'? Did your mom raise you on intelligence potions?"

Unimpressed, Garokh continued his ministrations, entering her with one of his fingers. He loved the cute little sounds she made, kind of like an angry hamster. This one was a real keeper. But if the way she gripped his finger was any indication, he would have to make sure she was sufficiently lubricated.

"Be thankful that I am somewhat different from my more...focused brethren. If I was like that, I would already be balls deep within you, contemplating if I should take hole number two on the second round."

"Wow, no need to get hasty," she quickly assured him. "I...wasn't being critical. I like the way you talk. Yay! More power to you!"

Garokh decided that this had been enough talk for the moment and withdrew his hand, leaning down and replacing his fingers with his tongue. He had been told that he was rather talented at doing that, and judging from the sounds the little thief made, there was something to that. He savored her taste, earthy but sweet, very different from the women he had had in the past. The orc warrior had no idea if that was special to her or if all goblin women tasted like that, but he enjoyed it. For a long while, he concentrated on licking and kissing, preparing her for the grand finale.

When he was done, she was moaning uncontrollably, pleading for him to continue. "P...please, I can't take it anymore. Just take me, you bastard. Just....," she added in a smaller voice, much less aggressive than her normal tone, "be gentle, okay? I'm not used to you big folk."

Instead of answering, he took his cock and laid it on her back. It was long and girthy, reaching to a spot not far below her shoulder blades.

"You feel that? That thing is going to be buried inside you in a few moments," he teased, enjoying how she squirmed. He didn't put it in immediately, letting her contemplate what was to come. There was something intoxicating about teasing the trapped goblin woman. She trembled with a mixture of trepidation and lust, sweat forming on her lower back.

"Stop stalling and get to it, will you? I don't want to stay here all night long," the thief complained, her voice quivering.

Not one to refuse a lady's wish, Garokh complied. Placing his penis at her entrance, he slowly pushed in, only the head at first, but even that felt like heaven. Her tight tunnel gripped him like a vice.

"Fuuuuuuccckkkkk," the goblin screamed, "Slow down, slow down, slow down! You're tearing me apart with that thing."

The orc stayed like that for a while, enjoying her warm, wet embrace. She was tighter than every other woman he had ever been with, and he was sure it would have hurt if he hadn't prepared her. Instead, her being as wet as she was, the feeling was indescribable. It was like she was a sleeve custom made for his cock.

When he felt confident that she had grown accustomed to his size, he began to push in further. Slowly, he worked his cock in, deeper and deeper, her narrow tunnel massaging it from all sides at once. Little jolts of pleasure coursed through his body with every move. The goblin, for her part, was incoherent now. She moaned and panted and he was sure she would have tried to crawl away if Chomper hadn't held her in his grip.

He didn't manage to get all of him inside of her. When about two thirds of his penis were buried in the goblin woman, he brushed against her cervix. She let out one of her cute little yelps, begging him not to go further. Again, he stayed like he was, fearing to come immediately if he wouldn't slow down. When he calmed down a bit - and she had adjusted to his size - he picked up a pace. Slow at first, then faster and faster, until he was hammering her with abandon.

His whole body felt on fire, everything about her driving him crazy, from the way her pussy massaged his cock to the incredibly sexy sight of his giant member disappearing into the small goblin. She was getting into it as well, sweating, panting and moaning. It did not take long until her screams reached a crescendo, her pussy convulsing around him as she came. Feeling her come was the final straw that sent him over. He felt a giant orgasm approaching, cum boiling in his balls.

When he finally let go, his roar was so loud that he feared the tavern keeper would have words with him tomorrow. At the moment, however, he did not care one bit. A torrent of cum flooded his captive, filling her completely. He felt like his orgasm would never stop, his balls contracting again and again as he emptied himself.

When he was finally done, it was all he could do to pull out of her and fall with his back against the side of the bed. Sweat covered him from head to toe as he examined the mess he had made. The goblin's knees had given out, her upper body supported by Chomper's jaw, sperm running down her thighs in copious amounts.

Garokh was still basking in the afterglow when he heard small sounds of protests from within his mimic friend. That's when he remembered that he had forgotten to release her. Hastily, he looked over to Chomper. "It's okay buddy, you can let her go."

The mimic made an angry hissing noise, but it obeyed and opened its jaws. Out of them tumbled a black haired woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Her long, pointed ears twitched irritably. Unruly black hair that reached to her shoulders framed a cute face with a small nose. Said face wore a sour expression at the moment and her small, firm breasts shook in anger as she tore into him.

"What the fuck were you thinking! Can't you pull out before you cum, like a normal person! I don't want to get pregnant, you asshole!" She stood up, grabbed her trousers and strode towards the door. "I hope you had your fun, because you are never getting near my vagina again. Goodbye, bastard!"

Before the last syllable faded, she slammed the door so hard it rattled in its hinges.

"Hey, I didn't even get your name!" Garokh shouted behind her, but it was of no use. She was already gone.

A few minutes later, feeling content and satisfied, he finally fell asleep. Before he drifted off, he wondered idly if orcs and goblins could even have children. He had never heard of such a thing. What would those kids even be called? Goborcs? Orclings? A mystery for another day.

***

Garokh spent the next few days not doing much at all. The quest board at the guild was mostly empty, the weather was nice and he still had enough money left from his last haul. Between training, spinning yarn with other adventurers over a few pints of beer and just lounging around reading a book, time passed in a blur. He was careful not to do the latter in eyesight of his colleagues, having caught enough flak back in the stronghold. An orc who read somehow short circuited the brains of most people and explaining it got old after the tenth or twentieth time.

When a quest finally caught his interest, it surprised him in several respects. It was a search and rescue quest, which meant another adventurer had fucked up. Those quests were sponsored by the guild, the reward depending on the danger and the rank of the adventurer to be saved. And this was the first surprise. The reward section read "Reward: 5 copper pennies", which was almost insulting. The chance of anyone taking a rescue quest for such a meager price was practically zero. Rescue quests, by their very nature, implied a certain amount of danger, as whatever waited at the destination had been enough to overcome one adventurer already. Five pennies were not nearly enough to make someone take such a risk.

The second surprise was the quest's objective. The picture attached to the quest's description was a bit rough, but he could clearly recognize his nightly visitor from a few days back. Next to it were her personal details. "Name: Sally Copperhook, Profession: Thief, Rank: Copper". Apparently, there had been a series of attacks on lone wanderers and small caravans in the last few weeks. One of them had carried a magical ring and Sally had taken it upon herself to retrieve the treasure. When she hadn't reported in at the appointed time, the guild had posted a rescue quest.

The longer he read it, the angrier Garokh got, until he ripped the note off and carried it over to the reception area. He knew the young, blue haired woman behind the counter rather well, as she was one of those regularly on duty when he handed his assignments in. Her eyes widened in surprise when he stalked towards her, clearly in a bad mood, and slammed the quest note on the counter. It wasn't like him to take his anger out on the staff, so she hadn't seen him as furious as that yet.

"Rei, what the fuck is this?" He growled angrily.

The young woman took a step back, swallowing hard. "What...what seems to be the problem, Garokh?"

The answer only made him angrier. "Don't play coy with me. Five pennies? Really? That's a death sentence and you know it. What is the guild thinking?"

A guilty expression passed over Rei's face before she replaced it with a mask of professionalism. Lowering her voice, she answered. "Garokh, she's only a copper. And...well...you know. She's a...goblin."

At first, he didn't believe his ears. Then, for the first time in a long while, he had to fight down the battle rage. He managed it, but barely. When he continued, his voice was cold. "Rei, you are one of my favorite people in this town. But for your sake, I ask you to reconsider if you really want to pursue that line of argumentation."

The young woman looked around before raising her hands in a pacifying gesture. "Garokh, you know that this is not how I think. It's...Lucian. He doesn't have the highest opinion of goblinoids."

Garokh tried to calm down. She was right and he was an ass for scaring her. A lowly receptionist could not influence the quest rewards any more than he could change the guild master's opinion. Lucian Ironheart was the leader of the local branch of the Adventurers' Guild. He was a high ranked paladin and - like all adherents of the Radiance - a pompous and conceited ass.

Taking a deep breath, he tried for an apologetic expression. "I am sorry Rei. My temper got the better of me. I take the quest."

She looked at him surprised. "Are you sure? We have no idea who or what is behind those robberies. There have never been any survivors. And you can't really be sure that the goblin woman is still alive."

Garokh shrugged. "That doesn't matter. At least it'll annoy the hell out of our glorious leader, which is its own kind of reward." He winked at her. "And imagine what the ladies will think if I am the handsome orc who put an end to the great evil plaguing these roads."

Rei snorted. "It's your funeral." In a more somber tone she continued. "But, seriously, be careful. This place would be much more dull without you around."

Her words created a warm feeling in his stomach - and increased his bad conscience for yelling at her earlier. "Don't worry, I'll be back in no time."