Eradicate the vermin.

I stopped, stretching, and then moved towards a tree opposite of the goblin pack. I put my back to them and dropped my pants, pissing into the brush. It could not be a more perfect opening, I thought, but apparently I misjudged the cowardice of goblinkind. I finished my piss, took my sweet time shaking it off and yawning, and nothing happened.

So I took a step without doing my pants up and fell down with them around my ankles. That, finally did the trick. Four screeches came bursting from behind trees, moving with decent speed, and I glanced to the side. The leading goblin was lean and yellow-green, with a hooked nose and pockmarks. He wore a loincloth and wielded a crooked knife. The second was just behind him, naked, and even uglier (If that were possible.)

I waited a tenth of a second and then focused on my head. My horns erupted and gored the nearest goblin, shifting his body into the path of the second. I leapt up, kicking the trousers from my legs and shifted to cloven hooves and talons. I embraced my true form and gouged my claws into the goblin stuck to my head.

Then, with demonic strength, I tore it in half.

The goblins began to turn, scattering in fear as they realized the depth of their folly. I caught up to the nearest on in a split-second, ripping his guts open with my terrible talons. The furthest, with a stringed twig and a makeshift arrow, was too far for my talons so I tossed my knife. It arced in the air, flying hilt over handle, and struck him in the head with the pommel. I clicked my tongue, but moved towards the last goblin standing. They'd frozen, piss running down their leg, and I raised my claws to pierce them.

What's that smell?

I looked again at the little humanoid, softer, smaller, and less hideous then the others. The incubus could smell her cunt, moist and waiting. Her face was small with scarcely a nose, more nostril slits than anything else. Her eyes were yellow and cat-like and her skin was apple-green. Her mouth was most inhuman, filled with jagged teeth and a long tongue. Her body, only two-and-a-half feet tall had the curves of a grown woman with thick thighs and a bountiful chest; proportionally, it was just as impressive as Marian.

I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her to eye level. She chittered in goblin tongue, but I could smell her want.

Goblins were lusty little creatures, born with incredible sex drives and massive organs; the naked goblin had a cock a third his body length. They were little sadist's too, using their numbers to **** any woman unfortunate enough to get lost in the dark. The females also had that nature, but more often were said to seek out the strongest goblin in their tribe. It seemed as though what was written in the books were true, and my display of **** was just what this little she-devil needed to get her juices running.

And this form did make me hungry.