After a long day in the crowds... (Grail)

(Content Note: This chapter contains a monster gangbang, multiple male-one female scene)

Even though the festival was still going on, the sun was lowering on the horizon. Lanterns and torches were popping up across Sandpoint, and while Merchants were starting to pack up their wares, food vendors were rolling out new treats and dinner options while new games and competitions were getting started. Not to mention the bonfires being prepared at the various neighbourhood intersections.

Sandpoint was ready to fest well into the evening.

Grail Hillfire, on the other hand, was feeling worn out.

If the festivities were going to keep going, she felt like she should probably find a quiet corner to take a quick breather. Following the... 'incident' with the crossbow, Grail had promised to lay off of the **** for a couple of hours and Phillip had grudgingly left her to her own devices. She'd explored the market areas, spent a couple of silver on various foods and a fine new leather vambrace embossed with a woodland glade scene. She'd also eyed a new hunting knife - it supposedly had a handle made from the finger of a stone giant - but had decided she should keep her funds available for necessities. Her current knife had served her well so far, there was no need to go replacing it now.

Grail walked deeper into lowtown, towards the quieter areas under the short escarpment that the Cathedral sat atop. Here there were several small neighbourhoods of heartily made residences. Built for large, or generational, families, they were mostly dark in the late of the day. The families were still out in the festival, and those few folk who were too curmudgeonly to partake were also too miserly to light a candle while there was still sun in the sky, no matter how low. With the din of the crowds faded to a dull roar in the background, Grail followed a small footpath between two homes and found an open square of grass nestled behind a block of houses. It was only about thirty feet across, and had the worn look of a well used space for housework and family time, and at the centre was a squat little well.

The shadows from the two-story homes were running long, and in the partial-darkness Grail looked up and down the various houses. They were all dark from the rear as well, doors closed and windows covered or dark. It was amazing how each home, however rustic or whatever size, had glass windows here in Sandpoint. Having a glassworks in town certainly made things feel richer than out in the countryside.

Grail crossed to the well and sat down on the edge, looking down. The cool water was only a handful of feet down, and a pair of buckets were sat beside the well, tied with rope for lowering and lifting. Dropping a bucket in, she drew it back and took a deep drought of the cold, sweet water.

"Gods, that's good," she mumbled, and took another drink before splashing her face with more. Other than her quick rub down prior to entering town, and then the bucket that the innkeeper woman had splashed on her earlier, Grail hadn't had a proper cleaning in weeks.

Another glance around the dark buildings made the decision for her, and she settled her pack down next to the well and started stripping off her clothes. She wasn't going to take long, obviously - standing about stark naked by a neighbourhood well sounded like a great way to gain the attention of the town guard again. But a little risk of some nudity was worth the cleaning.

Her shirt came first, and she shook out her mane of dark red hair, running her fingers through it to work out any large knots, before kicking off her boots, dropping her leather breeches and then her underwear.

Naked as the day she was born, Grail sighed loudly as she stretched and felt the muscles of her back and shoulders tense and release. She bent to her bucket, cupped water and splashed it over her bare chest. Immediately her tits felt the chill, and her thick nipples tensed up pleasantly. She rubbed more water over them, palming her heavy breasts and hefting them, tweaking her nipples for a moment with a smirk before running her wet hands underneath to wash away some of the sweat of the hot autumn day.

"If I'm gonna do this, I might as well do this," she muttered, running her hands down her sides. Grail turned to fetch her bar of soap from her bag, and found herself looking down at a beady pair of black eyes.

Not just one pair, but five. And the points of several junky, savagely serrated blades.

"Nig chauk kot chakakik," garbled the largest of the goblins in their native tongue. They all had wide, rounded heads with pointy, broad nubbed ears and scrappy, wiry tufts of hair on top if they had any at all. Their skin ranged in colour from the dark green of forest underbrush to the washed out brown of a muddy puddle, and they were wearing clothing made out of what looked like the scraps of leather one might find in a tannery trash heap. Even the largest one couldn’t reach her chin in height, putting them all at eye level with her tits.

"I don't know what you said," Grail said, holding up her hands to show she was unarmed and not a threat. Her eyes darted to her pack and clothes, where her crossbow and hunting knife were just out of reach, then back to the goblins. "But I don't think it was very friendly."

One of the other goblins garbled something at the big one, who jabbered back. One laughed and made a stabbing motion, but then one in the back gnashed it's teeth and licked it's lips. That one, she decided, sounds like he thinks too much.

"What is it you want?" Grail asked slowly, hoping that maybe they'd picked up enough common that at least one of them could answer. Goblins were almost considered vermin in most places - more chaotic than kobolds and more courageous (in the most cowardly ways) than mites. A single goblin wasn't much of a problem, but very rarely did a farmer or townsperson run across a single goblin. They travelled in pack, lived in tribes that seemed to multiply and grow despite themselves, and with enough numbers they could threaten to overwhelm entire towns.

Five of them, armed and prowling inside Sandpoint, made for a strange encounter. But then, with everyone so busy with the festival, maybe it was the perfect time for the little blighters to have snuck in for some thieving and other mischief.

The big one seemed to consider her, looking her up and down. The smart one in the back garbled something, and made the universal gesture for 'big honkers' in front of his chest. The others hissed laughter.

Grail, starting to feel a little exposed finally, covered her tits with one arm and hand, and all of the goblins hissed again, this time in anger. "Okay, okay," she said, raising both hands. "So you're enjoying looking. Don't get mad."

The big one came to some sort of a decision, and jabbered at the others. They all started nodding.

"You little guys wanna fill me in on what's going on?" Grail asked.

She got her answer when the biggest one stuck his knife point-first in the ground, then started pulling off his leather scraps. It all came off in one pile, leaving his little green body on full display. His chest was surprisingly muscled for his small size, as were his arms and legs, without an ounce of fat showing on them. It all seemed to have gathered in his little pot belly gut, which hung over his two inch prick. A prick that he reached down and fondled, and quickly came erect to a grand length of two and a half inches.

"Oh," Grail said. Then the other goblins started disrobing as well. "Oh."

They were between her and her weapons. Grail licked her lips, calculating, but by the time she decided she might have some sort of a chance if she moved while they were disrobing, the chance was gone. She could scream and shout, but likely whoever came to check on the noise would be much too late and she'd be a pincushion of serrated kitchen knives and sharpened armour scraps.

"Well," she said. "Only one thing for it I guess."

The biggest goblin came forward and grabbed her tits, one little green claw on each, and shook them. Her breasts wobbled and bounced, much to the little buggers delight, and Grail felt her nipples rubbing against his rough palms. The other goblins rushed forward, starting to paw at her themselves, as the big one took her nipples between his greedy little fingers and pinched hard.

"Augh, fuck," Grail groaned, biting her lip. That felt too good.

The big one leaned his face forward while he pulled her nipple out, and then latched on and started sucking. Another one mimicked it's leader, and soon she had both tits getting sucked like a cow feeding it's calf. Another one of the goblins was pawing at her ass, smacking it lightly and watching it jiggle, while a fourth was grabbing her hand and pulling it towards it's little cock. She felt the hardness in her hand and immediately began squeezing and rubbing, trying to find the best way to play the little thing.

Whatever she was doing was working, because the goblin cooed and purred almost like a cat.

The last goblin, the smart one, had gotten decided on more ingenuity and crawled between the tit-suckers on his hands and knees, going right for Grail's pussy. She sucked in another breath and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as the little fucker grabbed her tuft of wiry red pubic hair and pulled on it, then shoved one of her legs further open and began pawing at her pussy while he kept yanking on her pubes.

"Oh, you little fuckers have hands everywhere," Grail groaned. The one behind her was sticking his face between her asscheeks now, and she felt a tongue starting to pass over her hole. "Oh, no you don't," Grail said, reaching back with her free hand and pulling that one to her side. It hissed in anger, but that frustration abated as she started fondling it's cock like the one in her other hand, which was now humping itself between her fingers.

The big one popped off of her tit with a loud smack and shoved the one pawing between her legs away. That one had just managed to start working two long fingers into her cunt, incidentally bumping her clit on the way, and Grail growled in annoyance.

"Gaka choo kabiki tzalik," the big one garbled to the others, and the other one sucking her tit released it's hold on her.

"Gods damned better not leave any hickeys," Grail grumbled, then found herself getting pushed by the big goblin. After a few moves pushes and angry gestures, she realised he wanted her to lay on the ground.

"Alright, alright," she said, laying back on her ass. Almost immediately the goblins were on her, scrambling to find whatever fun they could. All of the hands grabbing and stroking and clapping against her, and the sucking on her tits, the pawing at her pussy - hell, even the tongue against her ass and the little cocks in her hands - had gotten Grail horny as hell. And there was something about them fighting over how they wanted to fuck her that touched something primal in her horny brain.

The big one, inevitably, took what Grail would have figured was the place of pride. He slapped her thick thighs apart, which she at this point willingly spread, and leaned down to spit on her cunt. He missed, dribbling it into the matt of her red pubic hair, but didn't really seem to care. He used one thumb to roughly pull aside one of her swollen cunt lips, concentrated hard to aim his little dick, then slid into her.

It was... small. Grail definitely felt it inside her, but it wasn't exactly the stimulation she was hoping for. It was like one finger, teasing her before a proper session of jilling off.

As the big one started humping away like a little jackrabbit, slapping her taught lower abdomen and thighs haphazardly as he went, another one mounted her chest and slid his little cock between her heaving tits. It absolutely disappeared between them, and the goblin hugged her tits to itself as it started humping away as well. Something jerked at her left foot, and she looked around the one on her chest to see the smart one holding her foot. His tongue was out the corner of his mouth as he seemed to consider it, then he carefully spread her big toe from the next one over, and slid his little cock between them.

A goblin with a god damn foot fetish, Grail thought, and laughed.

Her laugh cut off as another goblin pulled her face to the side and shoved his dick into her mouth. It’s dick played a little bit of tonsil hockey with her, and the humping motion the goblin immediately started was a little rough on her face, but she was easily able to take the whole thing in her mouth. And surprisingly, it wasn't the worst tasting cock she'd ever sucked. The final goblin grabbed one of her free hands and guided it to his dick, and Grail started fondling it.

The humping really didn't last that long. At best, Grail was getting small bumps of pleasure as the one fucking her cunt occasionally, and definitely accidentally, smacked against her clit, and the one fucking her tits slobbered on her nipples. The big one was the first to go off, and she felt three little piddles of spurt release just inside her before the goblin staggered back. The next one was the foot goblin, who came all over her ankle with a slightly more powerful orgasm, followed by the one in her mouth when she stopped it from thrusting with a hand on it's hip, then sucked hard. Two little dribbles, not even a mouthful, as it vibrated through it's orgasm. The goblin staggered back she spit the semen out - it was a weird, pale green colour.

There were only two left fucking her now - the one on her chest had apparently lost his footing and didn't really care. It's head was propped up on top of her tits as he held on for dear life, his humping motion never stopping as his cock slipped further and further away from her tits, down her sternum and stomach until it caught in her belly button and he just went to town fucking that dimple of a non-hole.

The other one, seeing her pussy open for business, pulled away from humping at her hand and lept at the opportunity. It got in position, down on it's knees between her legs, and she sucked in a breath waiting for the entry... and felt it's little prick rub between her ass cheeks. The humping started immediately as the goblin drove it's cock in and out of her butt cheeks as they pressed together against the ground.

"You have got to be kidding me," Grail groaned. These little fuckers had gotten her horny as hell, and they couldn't even fuck properly!

The one fucking her belly button went off, the squelch of it's semen on her stomach slowly coming to a stop as it wore it's humping out. It rolled off of her to the side, giving her a clear look at the one that was fucking her ass cheeks. His eyes were rolled up as it looked to the sky. He was clearly enjoying himself immensely.

The other goblins were slowly picking themselves up from where they had collapsed, lightly jabbering at each other and fondling their little cocks. Maybe I'm going to get a round two, Grail thought semi-hopefully.

A boom of thunder pealed across the sky from somewhere in the direction of the Cathedral. During the brief fucking, the sun had lowered almost to the edge of the horizon and the green well area was entirely in shadows now. The biggest goblin, and the smart one, both perked up at the thunder sound and started jabbering at the others. They all rushed to start getting dressed.

The big one came over, one arm still not inside it's leathers, and punched the last one that was fucking Grail. It jabbered again, and the fucker whined and disengaged from Grail's ass cheeks, rushed around her body and presented it's cock to her face.

"Oh, fine," Grail mumbled, and sucked the little thing several times before it groaned, pulled out and came four meagre spurts across her face. "You little fucker," Grail said, wiping at the green, slimy cum on her. The goblin backed away with a tricksy grin and ran, grabbing its clothes and trying to hop into them as it followed the other four goblins as they scrambled north out of the well area.

Grail was left alone, laying naked on her ass, goblin cum plastering her face, belly, ankle and pussy. She sat their for a long moment, flushed with arousal and embarrassment and frustration. She'd just gotten gangbanged by five goblins - goblins! - and hadn't even gotten off for the trouble.

"What the fuck was that?" she yelled.

Then she heard the screams start.

"Fuck," she said, diving for the bucket and splashing water over herself.

She hadn’t considered that those might not have been the only goblins in town.

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