Layla let out a long sigh as she relaxed next to the campfire. The mix of the warmth radiating from the fire and the cold night air blowing through the camp was the perfect way to relax after an intense workout before bed. The red headed S-Rank Adventurer had taken an easy mission, just clearing out a demonic bug nest for some quick gold. The nest was destroyed and she was relaxing in her camp with some wine before returning to the city. The mission didn't test her skills in the slightest, so she decided to perform a workout instead.
Her armor was discarded, leaning against the log she dragged near the campfire and her tent. Her simple white shorts and shirt were drenched with her sweat. She didn't bother with a bra, letting her D-Cups hang free under her sweaty shirt. It was uncomfortable to wear one, and her horny male party members were back in the city. She picked up this mission solo, wanting to get away for some alone time. She sighed, drinking more from the bottle.
Her romp with Alec, her supposed boyfriend in her adventurer party, was a disaster. The man's cock didn't match his physique at all. The 6'4" man's dick was only 4 inches while hard, and he came from her hands stroking him before even putting it in. Layla felt so frustrated, since that was the first time in almost a year that a man had wanted to share her bed. Despite her pretty face and curvaceous body, men much preferred a woman who knew how to tend to a home rather than one who could cleave an ogre in half with one swipe of a greatsword. She drowned her sorrows with more alcohol, the brew barely even affecting her system. Her body was strong, and her constitution could handle a keg of ale before she even felt tipsy.
As her hand snaked down to her nether regions to reduce some stress and frustration, her sensitive hearing picked up movement in the bushes. She was on her feet in an instant, turning her head to the low growling coming from behind her. The wind was at her back, and the campfire illuminated a small green figure entering her little clearing. Layla's tension dropped from her form as she laughed. It was just a little green goblin. The creature angrily babbled at her, waving his club around in what he probably thought was a threatening manner.
"Sorry little guy, I'm not a naive village girl. You're gonna have to try harder than that to scare me." Layla grinned as she crossed her arms, not even bothering to grab the greatsword leaning against the log next to her. She could end the monster in a single punch, so she saved herself the effort of cleaning her sword. She sighed, realizing that the wind was carrying her scent in this goblins direction, attracting him. From what she knew about the small green creatures, they were attracted to the scent of women and all their fluids. Her sweat was practically a beacon to this creature, along with her pee from earlier. She crossed her arms under her chest, frowning when she saw the Goblin form a tent in his loincloth as he stared at her and held his club in a threatening manner.
"You're a million years away from making me your fuckhole, little guy. Find someone else to impregnate." She was tired, so she went with diplomacy first. She doubted the monster would be open for discussion, especially about not impregnating her. Goblins were a male only race, so they needed to attack and assault women from other races in order to procreate. They preferred weak women so they could drag them away to their camps to keep, using their bodies to breed over and over. However, Goblins were omnivorous, and would gladly climb between the legs of any woman in order to hump. Strong or weak, old or young, pretty or ugly. Layla couldn't help the way her eyes widened when the goblin grabbed the edge of his loincloth, exposing his member in the campfire light.
The throbbing cock had to be at least a foot long, hanging down next to his knees. The short creature babbled more, waving his club with both of his hands. For a goblin, he was rather tame. Most would have charged in already, but he was still 'negotiating'. Of course, goblin diplomacy was just threats of harm until a woman submitted, but it was something at least. Layla felt a blush coming over her face, turning her head away from the imposing organ. Alec's dick couldn't even hope to compare, his stubby thing was crooked and rather thin. In contrast, the goblins long green cock was like a spear made from muscle, the tip pulsing with his heart beat. Layla rubbed her hand over her blushing cheek, imagining a poor virgin village girl being attacked by a goblin in the forest. That little lass's first experience with sex would be with that massive thing? Poor girl.
Layla felt a bit of heat building up in her tummy, letting out a long sigh. She was rather deep in the forest, and surely no other adventurers would be traveling at this time of night, right? She rubbed her legs together, her mind screaming at her that she was about to do something stupid. She let out a breath as she ignored the voice in her head, her heart thumping in her chest as she sat on the ground. The goblin tilted his head, babbling more. His angry words were interrupted by silence as he watched Layla spread her legs apart slightly on the ground, giving him a view of her sweat soaked shorts. Layla blushed madly, wondering if she should just punch the goblin and be done with it. However, her lack of action for a year now made her very curious about how that cock would feel inside of her. She reasoned with herself, this was no different from masturbation. Instead of a polished wooden dildo, she was just using a warm green one. Besides, she would never let him cum inside. All his dirty spunk was going to the forest floor, not up in between her sexy legs. The goblin padded over, a grin on his green lips and confident words leaving his mouth.