The conflict between Valok and the goblin clans of the Southern Peaks had bred unusual customs on both sides. For the men of Valok, on their 18th birthday they were sent out of their homes and told to head into the mountains. They were not to return unless they killed a goblin and carried the body back as proof. It was a moment of adulthood. It was an act of revenge against the goblins who raided their kingdom. Every warrior of Valok told grand stories about their first goblin kill.
The goblins of the Southern Peaks had their own version, except it was the women who went out into Valok lands. As soon as they become fully aged, a goblin woman was told to venture into Valok. There they were to take the men by Valok by force, raping them, making them spill their seed within the goblin's belly. After six months, the goblins were to return to the Southern Peaks. If they had succeeded and were pregnant, they lived up in the mountains in the higher classes of goblin society, and their half-goblin, half-human children became great leaders. If they failed, they were sent into the mountain to be the playthings of the goblin miners, existing as nothing more than a sex toy.
The goblin women of the Southern Peaks had a secret however that their male counterparts did not understand. They didn't really need to rape the men of Valok. Most men would give their seed willingly, unthinking of the consequences, for a chance to fuck a goblin. For while male goblins were hideous creatures, female goblins were far more pleasing to the eye. They were still short and green-skinned, but their hair was as smooth as silk and their curves, already more than attractive on a human woman, looked completely lewd on their smaller figures. Large breasts, round asses and thick dick-sucking lips meant that to most goblin women it was easy to become pregnant in their time in Valok. Most goblin women traveled, fucking as many men as they could, risking nothing to chance.
Trixian was different. She had always been told that she was the most beautiful of goblinkin. Comparisons were made to the ancient Elven maidens of old. She was four feet tall, her skin a dark forest green. Her eyes the color of bark, her long black hair was silkier, lusher, and darker than any human woman could imagine. Her lips were always painted in a bright red, making them thick and defined on her face. Her breasts, perky and large, were always pushed up by the leather tunic she wore. While she had little fat at her stomach, her hips were wide for childbearing and her ass was thick and soft for rutting against. Many goblins lusted after her but knew that she was off-limit until she returned from her time in Valok.
But Trixian had plans. If she was the goblin version of a beautiful Elven maiden then her time in Valok could not simply be that of fucking any man who would have her, of returning with some random human's child growing inside her. She wanted more. With her father's cunning and strength, a goblin ambush attacked the beautiful redheaded princess of Amrose as she was due to marry Prince Merroc of Valok. It was said the Prince was livid. He took a raiding party and began to strike out at many goblin encampments and tribes, trying to quell both his thirst for revenge but no doubt his lust at being denied such a beautiful wife. It had been three weeks of this when Trixian finally became of age and alone ventured out of the Southern Peaks and into the lands of Valok.
It took Trixian a little while to find out where Prince Merroc's raiding party was. She came across ruined goblin camps and refuges retreating back to the mountains, but soon she worked out that the Prince was following the Crystal River, the waters a clear, clean blue. Trixian followed too. A goblin girl with a purpose can move quicker than armed men in search for a fight and soon she had overtaken the raiding party. So far every step of her plan had gone right but she knew that the next step was the most dangerous. There was a chance she would be killed outright, or that she would be handed around the raiding party as a sex doll. But if she was to be a true hero of goblins, a woman to be told stories of like the Elven maidens, then she had to take risks.
She waited one evening until Prince Merroc came to the river to bathe. He was a handsome man -- goblin women themselves far more attracted to humans than goblins. Not too tall, but he was lithe and trimmed. It was said the Prince moved through the battlefield like a dancer, not a warrior. He had short black hair and as he took off his breeches to swim naked in the river, Trixian caught sight of a manhood that made her bite her lip. There were two guards that stood on the riverbank, the Crown Prince of Valok couldn't be risked, but Trixian had to take her chances.
On the other side of the river, Trixian stripped off her clothing and hid them in a bush which she marked with some stones. If her plan went well she wouldn't be seeing them again for some time. Then as naked as the day she was born, her green curves jiggling lewdly with every step, she made her way down to the riverbank. Prince Merroc saw her straight away of course. Who wouldn't notice a buxom little goblin slut walking naked along the river. But Trixian pretended not to notice. Instead she turned, presenting the green cheeks of her ample ass, knowing the sight would be too much for a man to resist, even a prince. She was right. With a yelp, the Prince was swimming across the river, leaving his guards behind. He climbed out of the water, his slim body glistening, his cock already stiffening and Trixian turned. With a fake scream of terror, her eyes going wide as if she was a deer, she started to run away. Her breasts bounced, her ass jiggled, it could not have been more enticing.
A human was always going to outrun a goblin, even when the human was sporting an impressive erection hanging between his legs. With the distance closed between the naked Prince and the naked goblin, Merroc threw himself at Trixian and tackled her to the ground. She gasped at the weight and warmth of his cock pressed into the swell of her bottom as he laid on top of her.
Prince Merroc panted. "You're a better sight than most goblins I have encountered these three weeks."
Trixian feigned fear and resistance. "Please. Please don't hurt me. I'm just a traveler."
