Chapter 1 - Goblin Layer


Chapter 1: Goblin Layer

Auron had been aimlessly navigating the woods for some time, perhaps half of a day, before resting in a small clearing. 

The sun still hung high in the sky, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before it made its descent and nightfall would be upon him. 

Luckily, much of the woods surrounding Black Wolf Keep had long been cleared of any real predators, their population decimated by the first members of his family's guild; most likely hunted for pleasure by the first generation of Marauders. 

Dire wolves, great boars, and other natural predators were all but non-existent in this region. Contrary to the nature of the mercenaries inhabiting them, these forests were peaceful. 

Majestic sycamore trees reached towards the heavens, green moss, and lichen climbing up their bases. Without many predators to hunt them, all manner of woodland creatures freely roamed about. Rabbits, squirrels, and turkeys were just some of the animals that foraged without fear, wildflowers blooming in a kaleidoscope of colors. 

He had never seen such tranquility in the world, perhaps in one of his idealist landscape paintings, but never in person; was this true peace? Why would anyone ever leave this place? He failed to find a good reason.

As he sat on an old fallen tree, Auron contemplated whether he'd even complete this outlandish quest. What did the old bastard expect him to do? Cleanse an entire town? Raze a few villages? Anything Auron could think of took an obscene degree of barbarism and mastery of the sword, two areas he severely lacked in. 

To give himself some credit he did know how to wield a longsword but had never raised one outside of practice, practice which he had long since fallen out of. Perhaps if the old man and his lackeys hadn't gone about terrorizing the known realms, then maybe they'd have taught him a thing or two.

Despite his father's generous 'gifts,' he was out skilled by almost any fighter with a bit of experience under their belt, let alone a hungry beast with nothing to lose; he was hopeless. 

That said, he had left the entirety of his priceless collection at the stronghold. His only prized possessions. Hell, his only worldly possessions. Auron knew that he had to get back home, even if it was just to secure his collection and never return, but for now he had more immediate concerns.

Deciding that this clearing would make a decent place to set up camp for the night, Auron gathered together what he could find and built a small fire. He would go to sleep early and wake up early, using the daylight to cover as much territory southbound as he could tomorrow. 

The young man didn't know where he was going or what lied ahead but hoped everything would make sense with time. It was a fool's errand, but what else was to be done? With restless thoughts, he nodded off to sleep.
 
~ 
 
Today's trek resembled the day before, except now the young exile was roaming through the countryside. Fields of buckwheat and tall grass spanned both sides of his path, rolling over hills as far as the eye could see, a steady breeze causing them to gently sway in the wind. He'd found himself a clear dirt road, markers of a well-traveled path, and assumed he was heading towards something. 

His stomach rumbled, but he didn't quite know where to find food in these lands, cursing his father for sending him out so unprepared. 

On the off chance that he collapse and die of hunger or thirst, at least the scenery would be beautiful, and this way, he could finally put an end to this ancient lineage nonsense. They were glory hungry murders at best, and something indescribably evil at worse. 

Perhaps this was what they deserved. The last bearer of the Reth name reduced to a pile of bones on the side of the road, a final "fuck you" to the lot of them. 

Without any traveling experience or a map, he was utterly lost, knowing only that civilization was located south from the fortress. 

As far as geography was concerned, the Black Wolf Fortress was nestled just beneath the edge of the Northern Waste, frigid badlands that few dared to venture into. South from that was the Central Plains of Uthandor, a region long settled by humans and elves and populated by a long list of other cultured races. 

There were other, less civilized, sentient beings that wandered Uthandor's boundaries, but their numbers made them little more than primitive tribes. Brown Kobolds, goblins, and the occasional orc Warband still harassed smaller villages and newer settlements, or so he'd heard. 

Perhaps soon he'd stumble upon some small village or hamlet if he kept following the trail, but for now, he was without a destination. 

Out of the blue, he felt a sharp thud against the back of his head, something hitting him hard enough to hurt but not nearly enough to cause injury. 

With his hand on the hilt of his steel sword, he spun around, ready to confront his mysterious attacker, nothing. He gave another full-circle scan of the area and still couldn't see anything. Just more tall grass dancing in the wind. 

"The hell?" The young man checked one last time before resuming his march. Again, another thud, as what most likely was a rock, bounced off the back of his head. 

Enough, Auron thought to himself as he removed his blade from its scabbard, "come out, you little bastard!" 

The young man knew that he wasn't much of a fighter, but whatever annoyance this was had to go, and he was sure that he could hold his own against some rock chucker. Yet no enemy seemed to heed his call. 

He stood still for a moment, waiting, trying to see if whatever this was would slip up and reveal itself. Auron's patience rewarded him, as th grass just in front of him rustled for but an instant before two misshapen antlers poked through, only to quickly retreat inside. 

What kind of monster was this? "I saw that," the exile shouted, "get your ass out here, you damn vermin!" 

Ha, what a brave man he was? Facing down a small woodland imp most likely, it was almost embarrassing. 

The jagged horns came into view once again, except now he'd enough time to really examine them. Both were clearly from different creatures, haphazardly jutting in two separate directions. 

Seconds later, his assailant revealed themself entirely, except it wasn't them, but she. Before the young traveler stood a tiny female goblin, nearly half his height, and clad in only scraps of animal pelts and various handmade talismans. Adorning her head was a makeshift headpiece, the horns most likely picked off some carrion and fastened together with twine; a small mask fashioned from bone concealed the top half of her face. 

The feral humanoid's skin was a deep forest green, obviously, and hair jet black with a dash of violet. It wildly fell down her back in a silky mess, almost touching the dirt road. Long pointed ears occasionally twitched as she cautiously looked him up and down with bright orange eyes; the right ear scarred with a slight tear. 

The two stood in silence just a few feet from the other, both eagerly waiting for the other to make a move. Deeming this strapping young man acceptable, the goblin gave a sharp toothy grin. 

"Fight me!" She chirped merrily, bouncing up and down in glee as if she'd recovered something that had long been lost; he would do just fine. 
 
Auron's brow wrinkled as he heard her request, fight you? Surely this was a joke, he'd been tricked, and perhaps he'd had found it funny if he weren't so hungry. 

With an annoyed sigh, he sheathed his weapon, as there would be no need to skewer some wildling with a death wish; it would derive him no pleasure. Plus, he doubted that murdering this senseless creature would get him any closer to completing his quest. 

"No," he replied, turning to resume his long walk. The tiny pursuer was left confused as the target had seemingly disregarded her request by continuing along his way. The confusion was quickly replaced by frustration as he showed no signs of halting. 

Again, the puny she-goblin repeated herself, "Fight me!" Pouting as she did so. 

Auron trekked forward, trying his best to ignore her childish pleas. Out of stones to throw, the goblin sprinted towards him as fast as she could and gave a pointed kick to the left calf, believing that perhaps that would get his attention.

"Ow," he grumbled sarcastically, wholly unaffected by her pathetic attempt to hinder him. He continued to walk. 

In both shock and dismay, the feral she-goblin stayed tight on his heels, ferociously kicking whenever she could, and the cycle repeated for the better part of an hour. "Ow." Kick. "Ow." Kick. "Ow." Kick, and so on and so forth. 

Eventually, this fruitless cycle had taken its toll on the goblin, growing exhausted from the futile attempts to batter his legs, time for a different approach. 

"Fight me!" She chirped angrily, a small frown forming on her flushed face. He looked back for a moment, his gaze lingering on her bouncing figure as she proceeded to annoy him with great resolve. 

The impish creature was cute, if you were into that sort of thing, small yet perky breast bouncing with each hop. Wide hips too, complemented by a round ass jiggling ever-so-slightly beneath the skimpy fur undergarments. Auron had never actually seen a goblin before and wasn't disappointed by his first impression. Even her eyes were endearing; little orbs of orange fire. 

What was he thinking? The exile let out a long, exasperated sigh before continuing onward, again. 

"Fight Meee!" She moaned in frustration, puckering her lips and stomping after him all the way. Was she wasting her time with this one? No. The feral little woman hadn't seen a suitable candidate for a challenge in months, and the last one had gotten himself mauled by a bear before she could even approach; she would wait for no longer. She was of age now and would have a suitable challenger. 

"Fight me." "No." "Fight Me." "No." "Fiiigght meee," she sang whimsically. Gritting his teeth, the young Reth bega to ferociously shout before facing her, "Enough!" 

Almost instantly, the she-goblin's demeanor reverted to its original glib state. Auron could see the happiness spreading across her face as he stared her down with anger in his eyes, "Let's fight."
 
The two of them agreed to give a broad breadth of distance. Auron wished to provide her with a fighting chance, or a running start at the very least, should she change her mind. Perhaps in the 5 seconds it would take for him to close the distance the she-goblin would tuck tail and this farce would be over. 

Not likely, as the pestering imp had a look of determination about her. She removed a small obsidian dagger from her fur loincloth, it was chipped and brittle, a primitive one-use tool. 

"Alright," he motioned, "come on."

Obeying his request, she bolted with surprising speed, ready to test the worthiness of this potential candidate. Just as the short stack closed in, Auron quickly sidestepped her miserable attack, sending her fumbling into the dusty trail. 

Dazed, she attempted to collect herself on the dirt floor but was given no warning of his counter. Pitiful, the exile thought to himself before punting the little nuisance down the trail with a reasonable kick. 

"Ouch!" She bounced across the ground, once again several feet from him, back where they started. The weak knife had been lost in the tall grass, having slipped from her grasp as she bounded through the air. 

The feral goblin had lost. 

Had it been that easy? His temper cooling, Auron approached, now towering over the defenseless lass, "So are we finished here?" While he was quite annoyed by her insistent badgering, it had taken his mind off of food.

At first glance, she looked embarrassed, lightly panting as the archaic fur clothing began to slide off her heaving body. Auron quickly understood that it was not embarrassment overcoming her as she gave a coy smile before rolling onto all fours and presenting herself. 

Before the exile was her virgin snatch, a small stream of cum already running down one of her thick thighs. 

Auron was baffled, but began to piece together this strange creature's reasoning, as he had heard of some races entering heat before; still, the recent turn of events had left him wholly shaken. 

The horny lass dug her tiny toes into the dirt and pushed her round behind further out, almost moaning as she spoke, "P-Please, fuck me." 

She appeared as if she could faint at any moment, eyelids fluttered she glanced over her shoulder back at him. 

After giving the surrounding fields a quick scan Auron slightly leaned forward and picked the little green woman up with one hand, holding her by the waist of her ragged undergarments. "H-Hey!" She gasped, confused by his refusal to take her then and there; was she not being clear enough? 

Auron glared at her as she dangled from his grasp, debating what to do with the little deviant. In truth, the lad had never lain with a woman, even though he'd been given ample opportunity. His former home was always stocked with slaves, be it for torture or pleasure, as if there were a difference for some. 

Auron could've selected from any number of unfortunate maidens to take as he saw fit. Such behavior made him sick, as he had no desire to be anything like those vandals back home. 

This situation was indeed a tricky one, as a part of him wanted his first sexual encounter to be with someone he truly cared about, building lust via romance. 

The other part wanted pussy, now. 

Plus, if he chucked her into some field, he doubted that she would just give up; she'd become a thorn in his side once more. He contemplated what to do as he carried her along the roadside, deciding to think it over as he marched on. His new captive flailed her arms in dismay, but was still very much aroused, "S-Stop so we c-can talk, just t-talk!" She looked up at him with a soft, pleading gaze.

He obliged, halting along the dusty trail and lifting her up to match his gaze; she couldn't have weighed more than 45lbs. "Alright, let's talk."
 
"First off, what's your name," The exile asked the she-goblin as she hung from this grasp like a paper bag. "

Yaz, a pleasure, big guy." Her demeanor had changed little since her defeat, as a great wave of bliss and relief continued to wash over her; she had found her champion. 

"My name is Auron, not big guy. I'd have been pleased to make your acquaintance had you not been such a pain in my side." He glanced at the sky as he spoke. The sun was beginning to hang low in the afternoon sky, it would be night soon, and he had not yet found a place to stay. His feet ached in his leather boots, stomach grumbling in hunger, and entire body soaked in sweat under the scale metal armor; he still had no idea what to do with her. "So, Yaz, do all goblins ambush travelers on the road to breed?"

The sarcasm went well over her head, "Just me, or those like me." She loosely swayed in his grasp, carved talismans jingling back and forth, and suddenly her chest wrap came undone. 

Auron looked down and caught a glimpse of her perky, dark green nipples. They were swollen and supple as if waiting for someone to use them to their heart's content, kissing, biting-- 

Regaining his attention, he asked, "Others like you?" 

Her brow wrinkled as she thought of a concise way to explain, "I am what you would call in your tongue a druid or druidess." 

A Druid? He'd heard of them before, wild men and women who spoke to the forest and all its creatures. They were herbal healers, guardians of sacred grounds, and sometimes even guides for travelers. That said, he'd never heard of a goblin druid. 

"That would explain the getup," he added, "I thought all goblins dressed that way." 

"I wouldn't know," the class responded, "Never really lived with other goblins."

 Now he was confused, "Where do you live then? Alone?" Auron couldn't imagine how such a puny creature could've survived in the wilderness all alone. "So, if you've been out here, all alone, how do you know the common tongue?" 

She gladly answered, "My mother taught me long ago, I've also spied on many travelers throughout the years to better understand this language you all speak. We goblins are fast learners, or so I've been told! Does that answer please you, my champion." 

My champion? He'd let it slide, as there were more pressing concerns. Auron didn't know what he'd do with her, and for as cold as he could be, didn't mind listening to the sound of someone else's voice on these lonely trails, so he let her talk. 

Yaz went on to tell her life story, explaining the nature of what she did, and why she had selected him. According to her, druidic goblins were almost entirely female, preferring to spend their entire lives in nature. Separated from goblin society at large, finding a suitable mate meant selecting a worthy candidate, a candidate who would then be challenged for the right to mate. 

"Anyone could've beat you up, sounds like a flawed system." 

The she-goblin ignored her captor and went on, informing him that there were not many non-goblinoid suitors that traveled these roads, most female druids would simply ambush a stray green-skin (goblin/orc) that had wandered from his scavenging party and the deed would be done; Auron was a welcomed exception. 

The sun was setting as the exile approached a hilly region, there would be few places to make good camp around here.e'd forgotten about hunger for the time being, and his primary concern now was shelter, as leaving the Black Wolf forest meant more predators. 

He looked down at his 'captive,' "If you don't mind me asking, where do you live?" He didn't truly trust her, but anything was better than sleeping in the open; maybe she had some food as well, it was still a secondary dilemma. 

The she-goblin's expression lit up with excitement, "Ooh!" 

Bright orange eyes squinted as she surveyed the area, it didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for, "There!" She shouted while facing a hilly outcropping to the east. 

"One of my homes is there, a hidey-hole I use from time to time." 

Auron sighed as there was no sign of any dwelling seated in those hills, but her word was better than nothing. With the jolly goblin under his arm, the young Reth hiked towards the hill.

--
 
She hadn't been lying, as under her direction, the two entered a small hollow just along the side of a short hill. It was a dark, chilly crevice, to put it bluntly, Auron's human eyes struggling to adjust to low light.

"Hey," Yaz squeaked from his grip, "Want me to turn on the lights? I know you humies can't see in the dark." She gazed up at him with another toothy grin, seemingly unphased by the ordeal that was today, and a bit grateful that he needed her help. 

To the petite green-skin woman, this man was a giant, a handsome and powerful giant, one who had proved much more robust than any male goblin she had ever known or could even imagine; if only he weren't so stubborn. 

Reluctantly releasing her from his grasp, he gave a firm warning, "Don't try anything slick." He used his eyes to motion to the sword at his waist. 

Nodding in agreement, Yaz skipped into the darkness, disappearing from his sight, and a couple moments later sparks began to fly. Once all the torches were lit, the she-goblin had illuminated her quaint hideout. 

It wasn't a bad resting spot for a wildling, and by this point, the young man would take anything oversleeping in some field; his back still ached from the first night. A makeshift pelt bedding cushioned the center of the nook, just along the furthest wall, and while it was barely large enough to fit an average-sized human, it would have to do. 

At first, Auron presumed the cave would be a rank hovel but was pleasantly surprised as he noticed branches of various herbs drying overhead, filling it with a mildly pleasant aroma.

 He stood at the entrance, examining Yaz's place, somewhat impressed if this was just a random hideaway of hers. In that time the short stack had relieved herself of her fuzzy rags, catching his attention by coyly strolling towards the thin fur bedding; bare hips swayed as she walked. "You look tired, my champion." 

She was coming onto him hard now, "Maybe we should lie together to stay warm on such a cold night?" Auron rolled his eyes at the pathetic attempt, "You aren't very cunning, are you?" He began unfastening his weapon from his waist as well as undoing his armor and clothing. 

As much as he didn't wish to admit it, she did have a point. The torches only did so much to keep the tiny cave warm, and while she may have been used to such conditions, he wasn't. 

Auron hated to indulge her, but it wasn't a terrible idea. 

The young man stripped down to his drake skin pants, leaving them on to at least try and curve her efforts, and crawled next to the she-goblin on the furs. 

Yaz could barely contain her eagerness, blushing as she prepared to nestle into her champion's side. Perhaps he was finally warming up to her? Not entirely, as it wouldn't be that easy. 

With a stiff push the young man shoved her away, trying to establish a boundary between them. 

Shocked, the druidess gave a pouty look of embarrassment and disbelief. "Hmph!" She frowned while rolling onto her side, tiny back facing him, with long, lush hair shielding it from view. 

Finally, Auron sighed in relief, resting his back against the chilly stone wall behind them. What a full two days. He'd ventured further than ever before, witnessed the true beauty of nature, and had been assailed by a horny she-goblin. What was he doing with his life? Did he have a plan? What now? 

He had no clue, but the moment that the sun peeked over the horizon, he would surely be leaving. He couldn't have been that much further from civilized lands, and all he could think of was a warm bed and some decent grub. 

He glanced to his right, giving the small woman one last look over. If he were to leave in the morning, this would be the last time he saw her most likely; part of him would miss the wild little thing's company. In all honesty, it was better than some of the alternatives. He'd met a plucky young lass that wanted to carry his child; madness. Still, he wondered how things would've gone had he just said yes. 

Curiosity overpowered him for an instant, as he pulled back her dark hair. Gods, what a lovely little ass. He could tell that it was firm yet squishy, just waiting for someone to take a nice handful. He didn't know what goblins ate, but it had given Yaz all the right dimensions. 

Auron couldn't tell whether it was arousal or endearment that influenced him, as he spent a few moments to comb through her long hair; she didn't seem to mind. He ran his fingers through the long strands, appreciative that she'd led him to shelter for the night. His eyes grew weary as he tucked her in with a thin fur pelt, another long day ahead.
 
~
 
Gasping, he awoke from a deep slumber, waves of pleasure ebbing throughout his tired body. The torches had died down, and his eyes needed time to adjust to the darkness. 

The young exile's cock throbbed almost painfully as moist lips puckered their way along its warm shaft. The little wh-- 

Auron let out another soft moan, a long and pointed tongue wrapping around his length before attempting to milk him with natural skill. Looking down, he noticed the two orange spheres locked on his face, two bright spheres that seemed to bounce in the darkness of the room.  

They stared back unblinking, matching his own gaze as she eagerly swallowed his cock. Using tiny green digits, the young druidess brushed long dark hair strands from her face. 

Yaz worked hard to maintain the sensual eye contact as she throated her champion. Little known fact, goblins lacked a gag reflex, and if you'd asked Auron Reth, he'd agree.

Auron was unusually large in general, and his twitching girth was no different; the young lad had another thing to thank his ancestors for. 

Had the green-skin been a human, she would've needed experiecne to even try and manage a filling such as this. The coy she-goblin had no such issues, taking its entire length down her tight esophagus. "Fuck," Auron panted and tensed as she attempted to drain him of his cum. 

His thought process: if she wanted it, she could have it. Auron casually wrapped a hand around the back of her tiny head as he guided the puckered lips faster along the meaty shaft. 

She was a sneaky little fuck and had he any sense would've seen something like this coming. Perhaps he was being willfully ignorant, giving himself the benefit of the doubt to at least say that he tried to resist her. It didn't matter now as he could feel the tension swelling within; his grip grew tighter, pressing her face onto his lap. 

Yaz's eyes widened immensely as her champion shot hot strands of thick cum down her throat, spilling over past the edge of her lips. God this is s-so much! She silently quivered as her tight snatch pounded, hungrily anticipating a load of this potent seed. 

She slid her head off of him, lips suctioning off with a pop; a thin strand of saliva slowly fell from the corner of her mouth. "By The Great Wolf," Auron sighed, coming down from the euphoric release. 

As his eyes finished adjusting to the darkness he could make out a devilish grin, weak eyelids fluttering in a state of perpetual pleasure. Without saying a word, he pulled her up to his chest, straddling the young lass across his naked lap. 

She let out a loud moan, feeling his still jerking manhood run the length of her navel. Yaz placed her tiny hands against his broad shoulders for balance, beginning to grind her sensitive clit along the massive cock before her. 

The two stared into each other's eyes for some time, entranced and lost in very similar thoughts. Outside of the relationship of his mother and father, Auron hadn't ever really seen a consensual relationship.

 Love, for the most part, was an alien emotion to him. Whether he was in love with the druidess was largely debatable, as they'd only known one another for barely a day, but at that moment, he had never felt so physically connected to anyone as did her. 

To the she-goblin finding a domineering mate had been one of, if not the greatest, imperative of her life. She had never in her days imagined snagging a warrior like him; handsome, mighty, and to her surprise, kind. 

Men of the feral races were often dimwitted and callous, preferring to plow their rutting mates on barren soil before carelessly leaving them in a mess, but this human had proved different. 

Her moans grew ever more frequent as she picked up the pace, the pink inner lips of her vagina parting as she pressed harder into his shaft. 

They had wasted enough time, Auron thought to himself before effortlessly lifting her up and sliding himself inside of her aching body. "Fuck!" Yaz nearly screamed as her walls were swiftly stretched apart; sweaty breast rubbed his chest up and down with each stroke. She dug into his shoulders and back with sharp nails, whispering gently into his ear, "W-What t-t-took you s-so long?" 

She was a patient huntress, and while she admired his display of stamina in rejecting her, she also required good fucking. 

The young Reth nibbled her tiny right earlobe, continuing to pump with high intensity and speed; he could feel his logic and reason melting away by the minute. Each one of her shaky moans brought him closer to the edge, finding great pleasure in her own display of passion. 

It didn't hurt that Yaz wasn't a passive lover, giving ample signs that she relished his body, doing her best to provide herself entirely in return. 

She may have been a virgin, but goblins were innately depraved creatures; she rode him as if she'd done this a hundred times. The wildling used her momentum to effortlessly glide along her champion's member, causing him to fuck her even wilder than before. 

Auron was going to cum again soon and could feel that she was too; the short stack's body heaving and rocking as she prepared to join him in sweet ecstasy. 

Bliss. He wrapped his arms around her petite frame as he filled her womb to the brim, streams of his thick spunk spilling past his erection. The two held each other for quite some time in the darkness once they'd finished, Auron's elated lover snuggled contently under his arms. 

Yaz traced his muscles tenderly, feeling that there were no words needed to express her satisfaction; she knew he felt the same and that made it all the better. 

Happiness, it was another emotion that the young Reth had always perceived in a limited fashion, confined to admiring a fantastic piece of art or enjoying a well-cooked meal; things made him happy, not individuals or connections. 

The last person to make him feel almost any real connection had been his mother, and she had passed nearly a decade ago. This encounter with the playful druidess had stirred something within him, something that he would need to think on, but for now, he was only happy to share such pleasure with her. He held Yaz tightly as his consciousness faded; things weren't so bad.
 
"Good morning!" The she-goblin chimed as her newly deflowered lover rubbed his eyes awake; she tramped about the hideout barefoot and naked, brewing something over a small kindle fire.

 Auron sat up from the rugged bedding, his back slightly aching from the long night's slumber on the cave floor; by the Gods, he was hungry. 

Before he had time to speak she presented a small carved wooden cup, lightly bubbling with some herbal mixture. It had no smell and appeared viscous and thick, he felt nothing but suspicion as he looked her and the drink up and down. 

While he appreciated the offer, he needed actual sustenance above anything else. Attempting to politely refuse, Auron mumbled, "Thank you, bu--." 

"No buts!" Yaz quickly cut him off while giving a wag of her own tushy, "drink." Her expression was one of concern and care, but he could tell that she wasn't going to accept a refusal. 

Giving her a long look over, he seized the drink; in a swift motion throwing it back. He attempted to swallow the brew as fast as he could, throat burning as he put it down on the cave floor. 

His stomach gurgled as if a fire had filled his belly, a fire which quickly coursing throughout his body. Part of him wanted to curse her for giving him such a hot and tasteless drink but it was too early for a tantrum, especially after the way she serviced him. 

His new companion gleefully walked away, resuming what she was doing beforehand. 

Auron stood up and began to get dressed, but as he did so felt that his once aggravating hunger was rapidly diminishing. Before he knew it, his appetite felt sated and a great warmth invigorated his muscles. 

"What did you give me?" He spoke in disbelief and with a hint of appreciation. "A secret," she playfully replied, sliding her shamanic tatters on with ease, "how else would I get you to stay?" 

Yaz was practically glowing as she looked upon her prize; mother would be so proud. As he finished fastening the scale armor to his chest the short stack woman approached him from the side, rubbing his thigh affectionately. 

Auron was tempted to make some snide remark but decided against it, seeing no need to mistreat a woman that had fought so hard for his attention. "Hey," he knelt so their eyes would meet, "I… don't know what I'm doing, and don't have anywhere in particular to go."

 Auron was trying his best to elaborate without spilling too many details, "After last night… I'm kind of left in a weird place." She tilted her head in sincere confusion, utterly oblivious to what he spoke of. The exile rubbed the back of his head, sighed deeply, and continued, 

"it's a long story." "I have time," she reassured cheerfully. The young man sat his companion down on the ragged bedding before proceeding to tell her his tale, who he was, where he'd come from, and his current state of affairs. 

When he finished the tiny woman found herself aroused once more. Her ovaries pulsated as she imagined the strength of his offspring; his bloodline was strong and that meant that hers would be strong in-turn. 

Yaz felt a powerful urge to rip her rugged pelts off and give herself to him all over again but fought such impulses in favor of listening to her champion's words entirely. "I-I see," she shivered overtaken by desire, "What can I-I do to help?" 

He gave the druidess a slight smile, softly caressing her shoulder and giving her torn right ear a light-hearted pinch. "Maybe you could show me a thing or two about navigating the wilds?" 

She was most likely an expert when it came to surviving off the land, having lived the entirety of her adult life alone in these lawless plains; he would need her help. 

"In return, I'll offer my assistance however I can, for however long you need me." That sounded like a great deal to the green-skin woman, who had been limited by her tiny stature and admittedly lacking muscles. Such an offer broadened her horizons immensely as far as gathering resources went. 

That said, there was one question that lingered on her mind, "What about fucking!?" 

Auron sighed before visually stripping her, remembering how tight her quivering pussy felt as the two of them climaxed in unison. 

He gave it some thought, "We'll see." It was a good enough answer for her.
 
Days ran into weeks, and weeks ran into months, the two of them working in tandem to assist each other. After the second month of their partnership, Auron contemplated whether he should continue onward with his quest, having learned a great deal of topography, alchemy, and hunting from his feisty yet incomparably sweet fuckbuddy. 

He had given her much in return, as using some of his innate strength and ingenuity, he'd built her a suitable wooden cabin just south of the Black Wolf Forest. 

The endeavor took a great deal of trial and error, but it was something that she could've never done without him; Yaz was overjoyed by their work. 

The young man did not wish for her to worry about predators, be they beast or man, and scouted out a secluded section of the forest that bore no signs of humanoid activity.

As he readied himself to resume his quest, the she-goblin's greatest wish came true: she was pregnant with his seed. 

It wasn't easy for Auron to handle at first, taking a week or so for him to fully come to terms with it; what did he expect? Emptying a load or two each day into a fertile little thing such as his mate made pregnancy inevitable. He had never wished to bring another Reth into the world but decided that this would be different. Yes, they wouldn't grow up in the cold confines of a fortress or know the horrid acts of their forefathers. 

Boy or girl, his seed wouldn't know anything of the Black Wolves, and he trusted that their mother would do well to raise them as she was; perhaps in time, they'd all move southward together and leave such a lineage behind. 

Yaz was ecstatic when she first began to show signs, indescribably grateful to bear such a strong man's child. Through trial, tribulation, and countless hours of passionate fucking she had grown to truly love Auron Reth. 

She called him O'gi after their third month together. Confused, Auron asked her what it meant. His lover obliged. In goblin tongue, it meant 'papa', but the translation that she preferred was 'daddy'; typical. 

One day, as her pregnancy advanced into its 3rd month, she sat her champion down to have a talk. The druidess laid her head on his lap as they rested near the cabin's front stoop, the exile gently running his fingers through her raven hair.

 It was nighttime in the forest and they could hear the calls of owls and other nocturnal creatures. Auron reminisced of his first night in the rustling woods, sleeping bare and alone; how things had changed so fast. She smiled fully in his arms, rubbing the growing bulge that was her stomach, but her partner could tell that something was off; he'd become quite good at reading her. 

"I want you to go," she spoke without looking up, "to honor your name." He looked down at her, stuttering as he replied, "W-Why?" Such notions had faded from his mind for the most part, as he'd already decided that he would stay and be a father, a better one than his own. It was absurd, and the fact she'd even insisted it hurt too deep for him to vocalize. 

She rolled over, now lying on her back, but head still nestled into his lap. "My mother gave birth to me and raised me all by herself, teaching me everything she knew, and everything that her mothers knew before her." Orange eyes widened as she spoke with sorrow in her heart, Auron could see hot tears forming in their corners; with a free hand he wiped them away. "You are who you are, O'gi, and I am who I am."

The meaning of her words began to dawn on him. She continued, "You are strong my champion, like the trees that surround us, and to hoard you to myself would be to ruin you; ruin the blood of your ancestors." Her waterworks intensified, "I know that I'm not a lot, that there is a lot more to a man such as yourself..."

He listened intently, his hands remaining in her unkempt hair. As heavy as his heart grew with each word she spoke, the young Reth couldn't show it, not in front of his little imp. 

She reached up and placed a tiny green hand on his cheek, running her pointed nails along his fresh stubble. Despite the bad reputation that the feral races had there were intelligent and quirky individuals amongst them, and Yaz was an eye-opening example. 

She was devoted, nurturing, and could suck the paint off a kite shield; he would miss her immensly. 

"Your seed and I will be fine, love, as my line has long raised children without men." He gripped her hand firmly. "We will not be the reason you fail your ancestors or yourself." 

Auron stifled budding tears as he took her words to heart, knowing that he needed to go. In that moment he only despised the Reth name even more, mainly for endowing him with such a burden, one that bled into all his relationships. 

He wasn't going to continue his quest for The Great Wolf's blood that flowed through him, but rather for himself and his newfound companion. 

She was a bothersome, impish, and sly little she-goblin, but she was his. Chasing her away through disappointment was the last thing he wanted to do, and by refusing to go, he'd have done just that. Her safety and that of his unborn offspring were of utmost importance; Auron had no intention of bringing her heartache. 

He leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips, enduring for a moment before the pregnant short stack broke it. "Now go", she chirped, "go and win your, what was it again, art? Yes, go win that back."

 Fireflies filled the dark forest, two unlikely lovers sharing a final night together, bathing under the moonlight. 
 
The next day he was gone, a makeshift straw poncho covering his armored shoulders. While Auron was worried, he understood that she was infinitely more capable than he at this sort of thing; she had lived alone long before him and would be just fine without him. 

Time would only tell, as he fastened his steel longsword to his waist and resumed his journey southward. 


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Probably one of my favorite chapters I've written, ever, hope you enjoyed!

,V
