Cautiously, but prepared.

You walk surreptitiously into the village, looking around at the huts. Most are low and squat containing very little worth looking at, mainly piles or rags and junk. A couple of buildings are of note that stuck up tall from the rest. The first was the chief's hut, large and ornate with heads of humans who upset the chief on spikes to one side. The chief was inside, waiting for some heroes to take on, most likely. Another is the shaman's tent. An old, festery bag of a goblin with a foul odour and ugly boils on her face, her only saving grace is her stong spellpower. Her hut is decorated by painted shapes and odd creations made of bones, feathers and other natural elements. There's an unhealthy looking glow coming from the windows.

You hitch your belt with the hidden slots for your elixirs. Two lust potions, a sleep potion, two healing potions and three fire potions are all in there, made before you hid your cart. You wander past the pens, holding the riding wolves. They are huge, vicious beasts that are barely constrained from chowing down from their riders. As such only the craziest, stubborn and violent dare get on their backs. In other words, goblin women. You had always admired them from a distance, wishing you could get your little pecker inside of one but your lowly station never allowed you a sniff.

"You look different than the other mooks."

You spin around, forming a defensive posture, facing the one who had surprised you, only to freeze in place. Before you stands a godess of a goblin. One of the riders, apparently, she is taller than average (about 3 foot 3 inches), leaning in a relaxed fashion chewing on the large leg of some roasted animal, ignoring the snapping of her wolf's jaws inches from her hand. She is dressed in tight leathers that shows off her long (for a goblin) legs, her muscular stomach and small but perky tits, pushed up by a leather crop-top. She looks bored. Her name is above her head *Wylde - level 8 rider leader*.

'She's NAMED,' you think. Only important goblins are named, so you certainly are unnamed.

"Er, yeah." You carefully adopt a similar bored expression and try to act cool. You finger a pouch with a lust potion. Perhaps...

She's still looking at her, so you continue. "My code's been updated and I've been getting more powerful all the time. Gonna take over the place soon. Maybe. You know, given some time..."

"Wait, you're getting stronger?" asks Wylde. She tosses the half eaten leg to the side and three wolves start fighting over it. She doesn't even look, only having eyes for you. She grabs you, looking all over, looking for signs of strength. You do look a little different. "Like the," she spits on the ground, "heroes?"

"Kinda. I mean, I've killed one of them, and fucked another, but..."

"That's all it takes?" she asks, getting close and excited, licking her lips in anticipation. "Kill one, fuck one? Well, I've killed a few, never thought to fuck one, though..."

For a brief second you're tempted to tell her you got your abilities before you fucked the cleric, and probably before you killed the rogue but something tells you that would be a mistake. She is INTERESTED in you, whereas a couple of hours ago you wouldn't have rated a second glance.

"Perhaps levelling is sexually transmitted. But how am I going to find a hero to dick me down? Unless...."

She turns to you, narrowing her eyes. You like where this is going. She pokes you in the chest and says, "I'll take a risk with a poor specimen like you. Do me with your little thing and give me some POWER!" She turns and lowers her short leather shorts revealing an ass that just makes you drool. She has built up her derriere with all that riding to make two soft, round green globes over a gorgeous pussy you can't wait to dive into.

You would be standing in awe, worshipping this ass for hours, but her mention of you 'little thing' pisses you off. You quickly drop your pants and whisper, "I'll give you 'power'", line up and drive deeply into her tight pussy. She gasps and her fingernails scrape gouges in the wooden wall she is leaning against.

"My gods," she gasps, panting slightly. "What the fuck..."

"That, my deadly green beauty, is my 'little member'. And now I'm gonna show you what it can really do..."

You pull almost all the way out, eliciting a low moan from Wylde, before slamming back inside, eliciting a scream of delight. You sink your fingers into her plump ass as you feel her pussy gush with liquid as she lubes up after all the pleasure you are causing her.

"Holy crap, how can... a little runt like you... have such a marvellous... dick?!"

"I told you, I've been levelling!" you reply, slapping her ass as you start hammering into her. She screams again, face pressing into the wood at your ****, whimpering as she experiences a fucking she had never felt possible.

You drive into her moist, stretchy insides again and again, your cock bulging her stomach as you reach around and tear her top open, squeezing her surprisingly pert tits in your eager hands. Her legs shake, struggling to remain standing as your hips slap into her ass.

She looks over her shoulders at you, eyes unfocused, panting with the feelings you have awakened. Slowly her eyes widen, her mouth gapes, drool running down her chin. Her eyes roll up into her head and she lets out a strangled cry as her whole body explodes in violent orgasm, squirting moisture all over your cock and balls. Her legs collapse under her and she falls to the ground as you spray your cum all over her for what seems like ever, drenching her in your seed until it feels like no inch of her is left uncovered.

Finally, you finish and pull up your pants over your cock again. Wylde lies on the ground trembling, jerking in aftershocks of her orgasm as cum drips off her whole body. Her tits heave as she tries to catch her breath.

Suddenly, a hand drops onto your shoulder and a voice says in your ear, "Well, what do we 'ave 'ere, den?"