บท 13: Goblin Horde
The quartet spent the next hour scouring the forest for useful alchemical ingredients to fulfill the gathering quests. Lena's keen hunter's eyes spotted the telltale blue and purple petals of mountain flowers amidst the underbrush. Alexa plucked several samples, storing them safely in her inventory alongside the dangling strands of moss and discarded mudcrab shells they'd already collected.
Yvariel motioned for silence, her emerald eyes narrowing as her head cocked slightly, clearly detecting something amiss in the surrounding woodland. The others immediately stilled, hands tightening around weapon grips as they strained to discern the potential threat.
It came in the form of harsh, guttural shrieks - a savage war cry that grated on the ears. Alexa's breath caught in her throat as the tree line several yards ahead suddenly burst apart, disgorging a veritable horde of foul green-skinned creatures.
Goblins, her mind supplied after a stunned moment, taking in their diminutive statures and crude armaments of spears, bows and scavenged bones lashed together as makeshift armor. There had to be at least thirty-five of the vicious little humanoids, their bulbous eyes glinting with feral malice as they charged forward in a shouting mob.
"Form up!" Yvariel barked, her commanding tone snapping the others into action.
The raven-haired warrior was already moving, her greatsword clearing its scabbard in a blurred crescent of steel. She planted her feet in a low, grounded stance, both hands gripping the leather-bound hilt in preparation for the goblin onslaught.
Eira was right beside her mistress, her own slimmer blade whispering from its sheath as she raised a solid shield before her body. Lena danced backwards several paces, dexterously nocking an arrow to her bow's taut string.
With the frontline braced for the initial assault, Alexa hung back a few steps. She drew her own blade and shield, adrenaline already flowing through her veins as her body thrummed with the rush of imminent combat.
The goblins came screeching towards them, and the first few reckless ones flung themselves at Yvariel and Eira, only to be met with lethal arcs of razor-sharp steel. Goblin limbs and viscera exploded outwards in crimson showers as the seasoned warriors cut them down.
Lena's bow thrummed, arrows punching through exposed flesh one after another, dropping them in rapid succession. But for every goblin slain, two more seemed to take its place - an endless, writhing tide of fanged maws and stabbing spears crashing against Yvariel and Eira's defensive line.
Alexa maintained her position, keeping her blade at the ready as the chaotic battle gradually drew nearer. A handful of goblins broke off from the main force, and they were heading straight her way. Three brandished crude iron-tipped spears, while the remaining creature nocked a rough-shafted arrow, sighting down the length to take aim squarely at Alexa's chest.
Terror gripped Alexa's heart as the spear-wielding trio fanned out, surrounding her as they shrieked and gibbered in their foul tongue. They advanced in a coordinated phalanx, their spears held at the ready to skewer her if she tried to close the distance. The archer hung back, arrow trained on her exposed flank, ready to loose the moment she turned her back.
Sweat beaded on Alexa's brow as she realized the dire situation. If she attacked one goblin, the others would ruthlessly exploit any opening. She was surrounded, with no avenue of escape against their tactics. Her arms trembled, adrenaline firing through her veins as the cruel points of their spears slowly closed the noose.
The first goblin lunged, stabbing out in a lightning-fast thrust. Alexa managed to deflect the spear aside with a frantic parry, but the other two were already capitalizing on her moment of vulnerability. She twisted away just as a second spear streaked past, drawing a thin line of blood across her cheek.
BLOCK INCREASED TO 4
Backpedaling furiously, Alexa swung her sword in wide arcs to keep the spear-wielders at bay. But the damned creatures simply fell back whenever she tried to press the attack, using their greater numbers and coordination to repeatedly force her on the defensive.
An arrow suddenly bloomed from Alexa's thigh, the barbed tip punching through her leather breeches. She stumbled with a strangled cry, nearly falling as blinding agony lanced up her leg. Seizing their opportunity, the spear-goblins closed in - one driving its spear towards her exposed back while the others aimed for her unguarded flanks.
LIGHT ARMOR INCREASED TO 3
Desperation flooded Alexa as she realized her life was mere moments from ending. With a feral roar, she turned on her good leg and brought her sword around in a wild, arcing chop. By sheer chance, the blade caught the shaft of the first spear, shearing it in two with a resounding crack of splintered wood.
The disarmed goblin squawked in surprise, giving Alexa a brief window to counterattack. Gritting her teeth against the fiery agony in her thigh, she lunged forward and ran the creature through in a brutal skewering thrust. Black blood sprayed from its mouth as its lifeless body crumpled from her blade.
ONE-HANDED INCREASED TO 12
But even as the first goblin fell, the other two seized their chance - their spears lancing out in a perfectly synchronized attack. One took Alexa in the shoulder, punching through her leather jerkin and burying several inches of razor-sharp iron in her flesh before coming out of the other side. The other struck home in her lower back, the hooked barbs grating against her spine.
LIGHT ARMOR INCREASED TO 4
LIGHT ARMOR INCREASED TO 5
LIGHT ARMOR INCREASED TO 6
A guttural scream tore from Alexa's throat as she collapsed forward, agony blossoming through her body like a raging inferno. She hit the forest floor hard, the wind gusting from her lungs in a pained wheeze. Darkness crept in at the edges of her vision as she stared up in a daze, the triumphant shrieks of the goblins ringing in her ears.
The two spear-wielding goblins closed in, crude weapons aimed at Alexa's throat for the killing blow. But their beady eyes glinted with something darker than mere bloodlust. Harsh laughter spilled from their fanged maws as they shoved aside filthy loincloths, exposing their twisted, engorged members.
One grabbed a fistful of Alexa's blonde hair, wrenching her head up as he forced his putrid length past her lips. The other cackled, pawing roughly at her leather breeches until they were shoved down. He spread her thighs, leering at her exposed slit before guiding his purple cock to her dry folds.
The archer goblin approached, roving his bulbous gaze over Alexa's splayed form greedily. He gripped her hips, angling her upwards as he plunged his own cock into her tight asshole
Alexa's muffled cries were drowned out by the goblins' guttural grunts as they fucked her body. They rutted into her like animals - harsh thrusts forcing her deeper into the grassy forest floor. Agony blossomed through her with each violent penetration, the iron shafts in her back and shoulder grating against bone and flesh.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, but the goblins took depraved delight in her suffering. Clawed hands groped and mauled her breasts as thick purple lengths pistoned in and out of all three of her holes. Alexa retched around the cock in her mouth, strangled gags the only sounds she could make.
The goblins grunted and snarled, increasing the pace of their gangbang. Alexa felt herself stretched to her limits, impaled on all ends by their repulsive members. Just when she thought she might die from the pain, they hilted themselves fully with shrieking roars of climax.
Alexa's eyes rolled back into her skull as the vile goblins ravaged her body without mercy. Their putrid seed flooded her battered passages, the foul creatures grunting like animals in her ear as they ground their hips against her. Again and again they pumped their cum deep inside her until it leaked obscenely from her holes.
It was in that moment of utter degradation that the enraged Yvariel appeared. Her greatsword was a blur of sharp steel as it cleaved through the air, separating the goblin violating Alexa's pussy from its body in a vicious slash. One glowing azure hand snapped out, a crackling bolt of lightning lancing forth to impale the creature plundering her plump rear. With a disdainful kick, she dislodged the final goblin from Alexa's throat before following up with another searing bolt that tore through its fanged maw.
Yvariel swiftly turned her attention to the raped wench, a golden radiance enveloping her outstretched palm. Her healing light bathed Alexa, knitting her wounds and restoring her strength. Alexa sucked in ragged breaths, trembling as the pain receded slightly from her injured body.
"Stay here," Yvariel ordered gruffly before running back towards the raging battle.
Eira was struggling to keep up and doing her all to dodge clumsily between thrusting spears. Her sword moved desperately, barely managing to deflect and parry the constant spear thrusts, but her shield arm was trembling under the persistent assault.
Seven goblins surrounded her, snarling as they probed for any gap in her defenses. Eira's breaths were ragged, and her movements were slowing. Occasionally, her sword lashed out in a quick, shaky counterattack, drawing dark blood, but she was mainly focused on keeping her shield up, knowing one slip could mean the end.
Lena had discarded her bow, clutching her short sword tightly as she fought. She maneuvered around two goblins, barely dodging their wild thrusts, before driving her blade into one's chest. The goblin crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Her victory was short-lived as the remaining goblin seized its chance. Its crude spear punched through her lower back, the jagged tip emerging from her abdomen in a spray of crimson. Lena's eyes went wide, a strangled gurgle the only sound she could make as she collapsed bonelessly.
The vile goblin cackled, pawing at her leather breeches until they were shoved down around her ankles. It leered hungrily at her exposed bubble butt before gripping her hips, angling her up as it guided its thick, purplish cock towards her asshole. With a grunt of effort, it hilted itself fully in one quick thrust.
Lena thrashed feebly, her fingers scrabbling at the grass as the goblin rutted into her with animalistic strokes. Its claws dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her hips, drawing thin streams of blood as it jackhammered its length in and out of her ass.
A shrill, keening wail spilled from Lena's lips because of her injury as the goblin fucked her into the ground, but it only seemed to spur the goblin on. Its pace became more frenzied, hips pistoning as it chased its release. With a gurgling grunt, it bottomed out one final time, goblin semen flooding Lena's ass as it ground its pelvis against her.
The goblin yanked its purplish cock out of Lena's ravaged asshole with a wet, obscene slurp. It left the poor woman writhing on the ground, her toned bubble butt leaking cum while lewdly presented to the sky as she whimpered in agony from the spear protruding through her back.
Just as the goblin was leering down at its handiwork, Yvariel's lightning bolt erupted from her outstretched palm. The crackling azure streak of magical energy impaled the goblin through the chest, instantly charring its insides. It toppled over with a garbled shriek, smoke wafting from the hole burned through its torso.
With Lena temporarily out of harm's way, Yvariel spun sharply, her emerald gaze locking onto the surrounded Eira. She was clearly struggling, favoring her left leg where a nasty gash oozed crimson streaks down her thigh. Despite her injury, Eira maintained a defensive stance - her blade and shield slick with goblin viscera as they pressed their assault.
Six of the goblins remained, hissing and gibbering as they encircled their prey. Wicked spears jabbed incessantly, probing for any lapse in Eira's guard. The warrior skillfully deflected the worst of the blows with her notched shield, but her movements were growing sluggish, her breath coming in ragged pants.
Yvariel wasted no time. With an echoing shout, she charged headlong into the fray. Her greatsword cleaved through the air in a horizontal arc. Two goblins failed to react in time - the razor-sharp blade sheering through their exposed midrifts with sickening ease. Viscous goblin innards geysered outwards, splattering the surrounding foliage in a grotesque spray of organs.
The remaining four beasts broke formation, their shrill shrieks of rage piercing the air as they turned their collective attention to Yvariel. Spears thrust out in frantic jabs, only to be deflected aside by precise sweeps of her massive sword.
Eira seized the opportunity provided by her mistress' intervention. She bull-rushed the nearest goblin, and her shield slammed into its small body with bone-shattering force. It went down in a crumpled heap, ribs visibly shattered beneath its crude armor of lashed bone and leather.
Before the stunned creature could react, Eira's blade struck, slicing a deep gash across its throat. Black blood bubbled out as the goblin convulsed, choking on its own viscous fluids.
Meanwhile, Yvariel exchanged brutal blows with the remaining trio, her steel-armored frame effortlessly deflecting their frenzied attacks. One goblin overreached, its spear thrust narrowly missing her abdomen. Seizing the opportunity, Yvariel's sword flashed in a swift horizontal arc, severing the creature's misshapen head. It collapsed, unleashing a gruesome fountain of black ichor.
Pivoting on her heel, she deflected a spear thrust aimed at her back, then retaliated with a brutal kick that caved in the offending goblin's ribcage. As it crumpled, wheezing its last gurgling breaths, Yvariel followed through - bringing her sword around in a vicious downward chop that split the beast's skull like overripe fruit.
The final goblin, realizing its brethren were all but slain, turned to flee. It didn't make it more than three steps before Eira's thrown blade took it squarely between the shoulder blades. It went down hard, thrashing weakly for a few moments before laying still.
Silence descended over the forest clearing, broken only by the harsh pants of the two victorious warriors. Eira leaned heavily against her shield, favoring her injured leg where a nasty gash still oozed crimson down her thigh. She sucked in ragged breaths, her chest heaving beneath her breastplate.
Yvariel, however, seemed unfazed. She kicked aside a severed goblin head with a disdainful sneer. "Clean yourself up," she ordered Eira abruptly. "We need to check on the others."
With a curt nod, Eira began meticulously wiping down her blade on a relatively clean patch of grass. Yvariel turned on her heel, emerald eyes scanning the clearing until they settled on Lena's prone form.
The ranger laid unmoving, her leather breeches shoved down around her ankles. A thick stream of goblin seed still leaked obscenely from her ravaged asshole. Yvariel's jaw clenched at the sight, but she swiftly closed the distance with purposeful strides.
Kneeling beside Lena, Yvariel grasped the crude spear shaft protruding from her lower back. With one deft motion, she yanked it free - eliciting a pained whimper from the downed woman's lips. Golden tendrils of healing magic instantly coalesced around Yvariel's palm, bathing Lena in their radiant glow.
As the magic did its work, Lena's eyes fluttered open. She sucked in a ragged gasp, grimacing as the grievous wound in her back slowly knitted itself together. Yvariel helped her sit upright, steadying the ranger with one arm as she regained her bearings.
"Can you stand?" Yvariel asked gently. Lena could only manage a weak nod in response.
With Yvariel's assistance, the injured woman staggered to her feet - her legs still trembling. She clutched her leather breeches, pulling them back up over her cum-streaked ass with a visible wince of discomfort.
Seemingly satisfied that Lena could at least remain upright, Yvariel turned her attention toward the crumpled form of Alexa. The blonde wench laid in an unmoving heap, her leather armor shredded and streaked with drying blood from the vicious spear wounds.
A muscle twitched in Yvariel's jaw as she took in Alexa's pitiful state. She quickly crossed the remaining distance and knelt beside her injured girl.
Alexa's brow was furrowed and her lips were parted in a silent scream as she shuddered with each ragged breath. One of the jagged spear shafts protruded obscenely from her lower back, while the other had punched through her shoulder - the wicked iron tip jutting out just below her collarbone.
Blood oozed sluggishly from the grievous wounds. Alexa's eyes were half-lidded as she teetered on the edges of consciousness.
Yvariel wasted no time. Her slender fingers grasped the spear shaft buried in Alexa's back, giving it an experimental twist. The wench let out a garbled cry, convulsing weakly in response to the fresh wave of agony.
"Hold still," Yvariel commanded.
With a grunt of effort, she yanked the spear free in one fluid motion. Alexa's back arched, a hoarse scream tearing from her throat as the cruel barbs were ripped through her flesh.
Before the wench could fully register the new pain, Yvariel's healing magic enveloped her in a warm golden light. Alexa's cries slowly subsided to pained whimpers as the magic knitted her flesh back together.
Yvariel repeated the process with the spear protruding from Alexa's shoulder, swiftly removing it before bathing the injury in restorative energies. Within moments, Alexa's wounds had sealed.
Alexa's eyelids fluttered open as the haze of pain finally lifted. She blinked owlishly up at Yvariel.
"Get up," Yvariel said simply, rising back to her feet. "We're going to harvest the goblins before any more troubles come our way."
With a pained grunt, Alexa rolled onto her hands and knees before pushing herself upright. Her legs trembled unsteadily at first, but she managed to remain standing, ignoring the streaks of goblin seed dribbling from the corners of her mouth and leaking down her inner thighs.
Alexa grimaced as the foul taste of goblin seed lingered on her tongue. She fought back the urge to gag, blinking away the residual haze of pain from her injuries. Across the clearing, she saw Lena assisting Eira in gathering the goblin corpses into a pile, though the ranger's plump ass was streaked with drying cum from her own rape.
Suddenly, a familiar orchestra that she recognized from Skyrim rang out, and Alexa's vision was filled with the glowing message:
You've reached level 2.
A wide smile spread across her face at finally earning a perk point. But she was caught off guard by the next panel that appeared.
Religion
Most denizens of Tamriel are religious. You may choose to follow a deity, receiving a minor blessing and learning about their sacred tenets.
If you wish to follow a different deity later, find and pray before their shrine in the world.
Alexa read through the information, surprised by the options listed below. This was a new gameplay system she hadn't encountered before.
Select a deity to view more information.
Akatosh | Arkay | Dibella | Kynareth | Mara | Stendarr | Talos | Zenithar | Shor | None
Intrigued, she decided to go through each deity to make an informed decision, carefully weighing the potential benefits against any restrictions.
Akatosh
"Fulfill your destiny by saving Tamriel. Raise your power. Absorb dragon souls. Never openly break the laws."
Shrine blessing - Increased Experience: Learn all skills 10% faster.
Follower - Father of Dragons: Attacks, spells, scrolls, shouts and enchantments are X% better against dragons (based on favor with Akatosh).
Devotee - Turn the Hourglass: Praying to Akatosh resets the cooldown of your most recently used shout and power.
The increased learning rate could be incredibly useful. Though she wasn't sure if she was the prophesied Dragonborn destined to defeat Alduin, having an edge against dragons seemed highly practical for the future threats she might face. But the Devotee boon wouldn't be very useful in the middle of combat, since she couldn't really pray while fighting.
Arkay
"Slay the undead and their summoners. Perform Arkay's Rites. Never openly break the laws. Never summon the undead or become one of them."
Shrine blessing - Fortify Health: Increases your Health by 25 points.
Follower - Chalice of Life: Regenerate up to 5% of your maximum Health per second based on missing Health. Can perform Arkay's Rites.
Devotee - Arkayn Cycle: Revive with full Health upon taking fatal damage. Must pray to use this ability again. Costs 15% favor.
Being able to revive after death sounded amazing, Alexa had to admit. But the restrictions against summoning undead could severely hamper her growth and options down the line. Undead minions might prove invaluable. Chalice of Life was very powerful though.
Dibella
"Persuade others. Receive the blessing of Lover's Comfort. Find a new Sybil for my Temple. Pray only in the nude. Never openly break the laws."
Shrine blessing - Fortify Speech: Prices are 10% better.
Follower - Afterglow: Lover's Comfort (gained by sleeping with one's spouse) also improves all skills by 5%.
Devotee - Dibellan Arts: Touch a person in combat to make them unequip their items and follow you for 90 seconds. Costs 5% favor.
The boons were certainly enticing, Alexa considered, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of praying nude. But she didn't have an official spouse - just her mistress Yvariel, and they weren't officially married. Still, that Devotee ability to disarm and dominate foes could prove...intriguingly useful.
Kynareth
"Explore new locations. Strive to raise your Stamina. Receive the Voice of the Sky. Pray only outdoors. Never openly break the laws."
Shrine blessing - Fortify Stamina: Increases your Stamina by 25 points.
Follower - Windspeaker: The fierce spirit of Kyne increases movement speed by 10% in combat.
Devotee - Kynareth's Emissary: Pray to Kynareth to summon a sacred Sabre Cat mount.
The boons were decent, but didn't seem overly powerful or game-changing compared to some of the other deities. A mount could be convenient, but hardly a priorities.
Mara
"Be married. Own one or more houses. Be generous to beggars and children. Receive the blessing of Lover's Comfort. Never openly break the laws."
Shrine blessing: Fortify Restoration: Restoration spells cost 10% less to cast.
Follower - Cleansing: Pray to Mara to cure all diseases affecting you or allies within 40 feet.
Devotee - Aura of Peace: Living allies within 40 feet are healed X points per second (based on favor with Mara).
Again, she wasn't married and didn't own property. But that Devotee boon...having allies within 40 feet constantly healing could make them virtually unstoppable in prolonged battles. The follower was useful as well, but Cure Disease potions exist in the world, so it's not something she really took into consideration.
Stendarr
"Clear dungeons of evil. Slay daedra and the undead. Help the common people. Never openly break the laws. Never practice the foul summoning arts."
Shrine blessing - Fortify Block: Block 10% more damage.
Follower - Sacred Resolve: Take X% less attack damage from daedra and undead (based on favor with Stendarr).
Devotee - Channel Divinity: During prayer, you may spend 10% favor to gain X% improved attack, defense and healing (based on favor with Stendarr) for 5 minutes or 3 battles.
The restrictions against summoning arts could severely hamper her growth, since she wanted to keep her options open and explore all paths to power. But Sacred Resolve was very powerful if she solely fought Daedra and the Undead, though it would be useless against all other opponents.
Talos
"Bring the Civil War to a conclusion. Learn the dragon tongue. Absorb dragon souls. Slay elves and the Thalmor. Never openly break the laws."
Shrine blessing - Fortify Shouts: Time between shouts is reduced 20%.
Follower - Stormlord: Attacks, critical strikes and shouts are X% more effective against elves (based on favor with Talos).
Devotee - Dragon of the North: Your remaining shout cooldown is halved whenever an enemy dies within 40 feet.
Alexa's breath caught in her throat as she read the Devotee boon - Dragon of the North. If she were truly able to learn Shouts, having that ability could make her unstoppable in large battles. The potential was...immense.
Zenithar
"Invest in stores and merchants. Seek out skill training. Make weapons and armor. Never openly break the laws."
Shrine blessing - Fortify Smithing: Able to improve items 10% better.
Follower - Work Ethic: Learn Smithing, Alchemy and Enchanting X% faster and they are X% better (based on favor with Zenithar).
Devotee - Invisible Hand: Pray to Zenithar to buy and sell items directly.
The boons focused heavily on crafting, which could be useful. But they paled in comparison to some of the others.
Shor
"Fulfill your destiny by saving Tamriel. Master the skills of the Warrior. Slay elves. Defeat epic foes."
Shrine blessing - Elf Slayer: Deal 15% more attack damage and critical damage against elves.
Follower - Another Name for Freedom: Take X% less attack damage and stagger from elves (based on favor with Shor).
Devotee - Destiny: When entering combat with a mighty foe, Shor sends a Shield-Thane to assist you. Pray to recharge.
This deity seemed the least restrictive, and having an ally against powerful foes could be a lifesaver. But the boons themselves weren't as broadly powerful as some of the others. Though if she really hated elves, Shor would be the perfect deity.
If Alexa was honest, she was hesitating between Akatosh and Talos. Akatosh for the learning speed boost, and Talos for the long-term future potential. She assumed that she was either the Dragonborn or was able to learn Shouts thanks to the System, so if she could get that Devotee boon 'Dragon of the North', she would become incredibly powerful.
Short-term gain versus long-term power...after agonizing over the decision, Alexa made her choice. She would pick Talos. The potential for overwhelming strength was simply too much to pass up. For a brief moment, there was a sharp pang in Alexa's mind and she was tempted to choose Dibella or Mara to improve her carnal skills. But she shook it off - raw power was the most important thing in this dangerous world.
Alexa exhaled slowly as the confirmation window faded from her vision. A strange sense of conviction settled over her - as if making her choice to follow Talos had resolved some inner doubts. She flexed her fingers experimentally, half-expecting to feel the divine power coursing through her veins.
Glancing at the Effects panel, she noticed a new effect under her status:
Shrine Blessing (Talos) - Fortify Shouts
Time between shouts is reduced 20%.
A sly grin tugged at the corner of Alexa's lips. If she could harness the power of the Thu'um, having reduced cooldowns would be an immense advantage. Her smile faltered slightly as she wondered whether she was the Dragonborn or not. Well, regardless of whether she was or not, she chose this for the future potential it represented, and even non-Dragonborns could learn Shouts, so it should be fine.
Alexa was abruptly shaken from her contemplation by Yvariel's firm grip on her collar. Her mistress yanked her close, emerald eyes narrowing.
"Stop spacing out," Yvariel chided her. "We need to finish harvesting before more trouble finds us."
Alexa swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as she gave a small nod of understanding. A flush crept up her cheeks at the feeling of Yvariel's firm grip on her collar before the futanari mistress released her with an impatient sigh.
"Put the ears and hearts in your inventory," Yvariel ordered.
Alexa hurried to obey, the soles of her leather boots squelching in the damp soil as she rushed over to the others. She grimaced at the cloying copper scent of spilled blood hanging thick in the air before kneeling beside Lena.
Without a word, Alexa reached out with trembling fingers to begin gathering up the severed goblin ears and hearts into a bloody, pulpy pile. She tried not to think too hard about what she was doing, instead focusing her will and moving the grotesque trophies into her inventory.
With the remains harvested, Yvariel gave a curt nod of approval before turning on her heel. "We'll go back to our horses for now and rest."
The group walked in silence for half an hour, making their way back towards the campsite where they had left their horses tethered. Alexa kept her eyes down, not wanting to dwell on the bloody mess she had just gathered into her inventory.
When they reached the camp, Alexa wasted no time in instantly setting up their camp through her Inventory. Lena and Eira both looked relieved to have a chance to sit and relax.
Yvariel, however, had a steely look in her emerald eyes. As soon as the camp was prepared, she grabbed Alexa roughly by the arm and pulled the blonde wench away from the others.
"You will clean yourself up," Yvariel said in a low growl. "And then you will come to the tent. Immediately."
Alexa swallowed hard at the commanding tone, giving a small nod. She didn't need to be told twice.
She made her way over to the nearby stream to rinse off the goblin fluids and grime caked on her skin. The cool mountain water helped wash away the lingering aches from her body.
Once she was as clean as she could get, Alexa dried off and equipped a skimpy dress from her inventory. She steeled her nerves before making her way to Yvariel's tent, the flaps parting to allow her entry. The musky scent of her mistress's arousal hung thick in the air, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
Yvariel stood in the center of the tent, slowly stroking her gigantic cock. Pre-cum oozed from the flared head, glistening in the lantern light. She fixed Alexa with a smoldering emerald gaze.
"On your hands and knees, pet," Yvariel purred in a low rumble. "Present yourself properly."
Alexa felt her cheeks flush scarlet, but she obediently sank down onto all fours. She arched her back, sticking out her plump rear while burying her face in the plush furs lining the bedroll. She trembled with anticipation as she awaited her mistress's touch.
The bedroll dipped behind her as Yvariel knelt down. Alexa's breath hitched when she felt those powerful hands grasp her hips, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh.
"You were sloppy out there," Yvariel growled, her hot breath caressing the nape of Alexa's neck. "Those goblin runts never should have gotten the better of you."
Alexa shivered at the reprimand, unable to formulate a response. The thick head of Yvariel's cock prodded insistently at her slick folds, smearing pre-cum along her slit.
"But you're MY pet," Yvariel continued in a low purr. "And I'm going to fill up this tight little cunt and flush out every drop of their inferior seed."
With those words, she hilted herself in one harsh thrust - burying her impressive length to the hilt inside Alexa's velvet depths. The blonde wench threw her head back with a strangled cry, simultaneously overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure from the abrupt intrusion.
Yvariel didn't give her time to adjust. She immediately set a punishing pace, her hips pistoning back and forth as she claimed Alexa's pussy in rough, jackhammering strokes. The lewd sounds of flesh smacking against flesh filled the tent, along with Alexa's breathless whimpers.
"You're mine, pet," Yvariel snarled against the back of Alexa's neck as she ruthlessly pounded her. "This cunt belongs to me. Say it!"
"Y-Yours!" Alexa sobbed out between ragged gasps. "My c-cunt is yours, mistress!"
Yvariel's fingers dug cruelly into Alexa's hips, sure to leave dark bruises in their wake as she used the wench's pliant body for her pleasure. Her thick cock plunged in and out, stretching Alexa's silken walls to their limit with each brutal thrust.
Alexa felt delirious from the intense sensations. She could do nothing but cling desperately to the furs as Yvariel rutted into her like a beast in heat, her mistress's heavy sac slapping loudly against her ass.
Just when she felt like she might black out from the overwhelming fullness stretching her, Yvariel's thrusts turned frantic and uneven. She snarled, her fingers digging painfully into Alexa's hips as her thick cock throbbed inside the blonde's convulsing depths.
With a feral growl, Yvariel slammed her hips forward one last time, burying herself to the hilt. Scorching ropes of her seed flooded Alexa's abused pussy, painting the velvet walls as the wench cried out in a shrill voice. Yvariel ground her pelvis flush against Alexa's reddened ass cheeks, ensuring every drop filled her womb.
Alexa's eyes rolled back as she was overwhelmed by a shattering climax from the rough coupling. Her body shuddered and trembled, her inner walls fluttering wildly around the thick cock impaling her as she rode out the intense release.
For several long moments, the only sounds were their harsh breathing intermingled with the obscene squelching of Yvariel's cock shifting inside Alexa's overflowing pussy. Finally, the futanari mistress slowly withdrew with a lewd schlick, leaving the blonde's entrance gaping and dripping a thick mixture of their combined fluids.
Yvariel was far from done however. She flipped Alexa onto her back and immediately guided her still-hard length into the wench's gasping mouth, roughly face-fucking her until she nearly choked on her thick seed again. After that, the insatiable Yvariel took Alexa's other holes, pounding her senseless from every angle until the tent was filled with the lewd sounds of flesh smacking flesh and Alexa's muffled whimpers and cries.
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