My name is Asher. I am 20 years old. I've been working for Mr. Reyes in the potion store for a little over two years. Mr. Reyes had been kind enough to given me this job when I turned 18. Even though I hadn't much retail experience. Or real-world experience for that matter. Growing up in this small village didn't give me much chance to see it.
He was teaching me all about brewing potions, tonics, and tinctures. Learning all about the different ways to make potions and the different properties each ingredient had. I wasn't a fast learner, but I was getting there.
I was cleaning up the backroom, moving boxes and sweeping the floors. Humming to myself, lost in my own little world. I reached behind a shelf to get a particularly hard to reach spot when my elbow caught one of the boxes, knocking it off the shelf. I turned in time to see it crack open on the hard floor and the glass inside shatter.
A thick white liquid immediately began to spill from the broken glass over the floor. What hit me first was its pungent odour. A heady musky mixture, like sweaty clothes and sex. Just moments after being exposed to the open air, I could almost taste the potent scent wafting through air.
I covered my mouth and nose with my hand. Almost gagging from the odour. Mr. Reyes having heard the commotion came running into the back room.
"What's going on?" He yelled. Before noticing the growing white puddle on the ground. "What have you done?!" he cried. Running over to me, placing his hands on my collar and grabbing them tightly, almost picking me up.
Mr. Reyes was an older gentleman. In his mid-50's. Only slightly taller than my already short 5'6'' height. He was an adventurer in his youth and kept his very muscular frame. His blue eyes framed by wire glasses and thick white eyebrows.
"Sorry sir." I looked at the ground, the shame growing in me. I hated to disappoint him.
"Do you know what this is?"
"No sir."
"It's goblin cum. About a gallon worth." He grabbed my shoulders and almost begin shaking me.
"Why do you have goblin cum?" I asked, now looking at him, some of my shame giving way to confusion.
"Cause it's worth about 2000 gold!"
"2000!" I cried back. I had been working here 2 years and I've only saved about 100 gold in that time. 2000 would set you for life at Mr. Reyes age.
"That's my retirement fund." He dropped to his knees. "I had a buyer coming for this in 2 days."
I kneeled down beside him and put my hand around his shoulder. Trying to forget about the pungent odour permeating the air. The white puddle now slowing its spread across the shop's backroom.
"Forgive me sir, but why would someone buy this much cum? And how did you even get it?" I asked. Still very confused as to why a gallon of goblin cum was so valuable.
"Apparently it has it uses for both fertility and curse removal." He explained. "A local man came in after close one day offering a high reward for the stuff. I didn't ask many questions once I heard the number. As for getting it, well I have an old goblin friend down past the lake in the deep woods. Said he give me the goods for 100 gold. Took him around 3 days to make this much."
"I really am so sorry sir. I'll get this cleaned up and then I'll help figure out how to repay you." I said standing to go grab the bucket and mop. Cleaning up this cum was going to take and while. I don't think the stench will be gone any time soon.
"Oh your gonna repay me boy." He yelled and stood up next to me. I could see the anger in his eyes. "That local already gave me 1000 gold as a downpayment which I've spent on a new place down the river. If I don't have that cum when he gets back its my fucking head." Spit flying from his mouth as he yelled at me. "You don't get me that cum in 48 hours, you'll be paying me back for the rest of your miserable life." He pushed me away and stormed out of the room.
My eyes widened. I had two choices, either get a gallon of goblin cum or somehow get 1000 gold in that time. Frankly I think the gallon would be easier. But not knowing any goblins, I didn't even know where to start.
I cleaned up the cum and formulated my plan. I would take my life savings and go to the deep words. I'm sure I could find two or three goblins willing to masturbate for 100 gold. I had always heard stories about the horny little creatures. Their cocks swinging freely beneath their primitive loincloths. How they would take advantage of adventurers stuck in their traps. Big dicked and prodigious were always words used to describe them. I'm sure these were just stories.
Although Mr. Reyes had said his goblin friend made a whole gallon in just 3 days. Maybe the stories were true. I paused and looked at the thick gluey cum I was still struggling to fully mop up. Its smell filling my nostrils, making a little dizzy and lightheaded. I bent over and scooped up some onto my fingers. The seed cold and slimy in my fingers. I brought my digits closer to my nose. The smell starting to grow on me. But before I brought my fingers to my mouth for a quick taste, I stopped myself. What the hell was I thinking? I rubbed the cum off my fingers on my tunic and continued the job at hand. Why on earth would I do that? I didn't want to taste cum, I wasn't even gay. Though my rock-hard cock in my trousers wasn't doing anything to help my case there.
After finally cleaning up the last of the cum. I marched upstairs to my room. I got changed out my work clothes and got ready to put on my hiking outfit. As I pulled off my trousers my cock was still hard, poking a small tent in my briefs. Four inches and thin. Never much of a hit with the ladies but not letting that get me down I had worked on my oral game. Tonguing girls to completion before they let me quickly cum in them.
The rest of my body didn't help either. Clearly inheriting my mother's lithe frame and pert bubble butt. My slender shoulder and torso widening out at my hips. Childbearing had been used to describe them more than once. Much to my embarrassment. I finished getting ready and headed back downstairs.
Grabbing my small purse with my life savings I marched towards the front of the shop. Mr. Reyes sat glumly behind the counter, his head in his hands.
"Mr. Reyes, I'm off to get your cum." Trying to ignore how bizarre that sentence sounded.
"Boy, what the fuck are you talking about?" He responded.
"I'm headed to the deep woods, I'm sure I can find a couple of goblins willing to give me some more... essence. For some gold of course." I held up my purse and an empty gallon jar.
"You're crazy, this is far too dangerous." He said in disbelief.
"No sir it's not. I'll be back before that man comes for his bounty." I said and marched out the door. Not listening as he protested further. I was a man on a mission. I didn't want Mr. Reyes to get in trouble. And I didn't want to be his indentured servant for the next 20 years.
I started walking towards the deep forest. Should take me about an hour to get there. Then all I had to do was find a goblin, convince to fill up a gallon worth of cum and then leave safely. I stopped in my tracks. Good lord, this plan was insane! What the hell was I thinking? This was never going to work. But I had to keep going, this was really my only option. All I could think to do.
I walked and walked, rounding the lake and getting to the edge of the forest. Frankly the first hurdle would be just finding a male goblin. Green, small and camouflaging well into the surrounding undergrowth. Relying on traps and sneak attacks to get their prey. This plan could fail at the first step.
I entered the forest, creeping through the brush. Slowly and methodically. looking around for any signs of the creatures. I walked and wandered in any random direction, hoping for anything. As the sun got higher in the sky and the day got warmer, I was losing hope. I sat on a small rock by a clearing and caught my breath. In my haste I hadn't even brought any food or water.
I heard the sounds of a stream and made my way to it. Stooping down I scooped some fresh water into my hands. Bringing the cool refreshing water to my lips and drinking deeply. The water was delightfully refreshing. Just what I needed to get some energy back to continue the hunt for a goblin.
"Heya pinkie." A voice called out.
