Meeting the goblin village

It takes some twenty minutes to search around, there's very little to scavenge from the site, most of what we collectively find is what was on the bodies. Seven strips of hide, three iron daggers all in poor condition, two crude stone knives, three iron swords, three wooden shields, two leather helmets, two leather chest pieces, six leather greaves, six leather boots, six leather bracers, six leather gloves, two plain shirts, and three plain pants. Some of what Edward was wearing got too burnt to be worth anything, the fine clothes on Sophia were too torn and bloody, the sole item of value in the carriage is a chain necklace made of sterling silver with a modest emerald in the center. The silver is actually quality, but the emerald is mediocre. Only the size of a nickel, it's cloudy, muddy green, and unevenly cut. All of these go into my inventory before we set out to Aisha's home.

Half an hour later the three of us make it to the goblin village. It's a quaint place in a clearing, a dozen stone huts with thatched roofs -proportional to their stature- surround a stone ring with carved logs for seating around it. One domicile clearly stands out above the others, there's a gap in the circle with a smooth dirt path leading a few feet away to a small wood cabin.

Aisha brings her hands around her mouth and announces, "Ilta, I've returned with guests!"

A moment passes and then the door to the cabin swings open, in the frame stands a lady dressed in robes holding a wooden staff.

Name: Ilta

HP: 43/43

MP: 48/48

Race: Hobgoblin

Class: Shaman, Tier 3, Lvl. 7

Opinion: Curious of you due to the fact a devil and angel are tolerating each other's presence, but wary since she doesn't see any of the other hunting party members.

Background: First hobgoblin born in this village in three generations, she was immediately put into training to become the next priestess. She's become stressed in the past few months as she was suddenly thrust into the role of chief and more and more adventurers have been entering the forest which has caused many to die or leave in search for a new place to call home.

Kinks/Fetishes: Breeding, creampie, gaping, huge dicks, size queen.

She speaks, "Aisha, you and your guests should come inside. I need to know what happened." Her voice is slightly deeper than Aisha's but still quite high pitched.

Aisha waves us forward as she heads to the cabin. Once we enter Ilta slams the door behind us. She pulls Aisha into a hug, squeezing their huge boobs together. Getting a closer look at Ilta she looks like a bigger, even more well endowed -somehow such a thing is possible- goblin. She's quite a bit taller than Aisha who is 3'5" at just a hair over four foot. Though covered by a robe, it does very little to hide her shape as the front is open and she wears no other garments underneath, her gigantic chest mostly covers her torso hanging just above her navel, bimbo lips, flared hips wider than her shoulders, two volleyballs for butcheeks, thighs nearly just as big, there's so much meat that her juicy muff is barely visible. Everything about her is a bit darker than the other goblins I saw earlier, her skin is more forest green, her eyes are a deeper emerald, and her hair -while still teal- is a shade darker than Aisha's.

The cabin itself is spacious, enough so that I'm able to stand at my full height, there is a stone altar with incense burning along the back wall with a door on its left. In front of the alter is a smooth tree stump and maybe twenty large pillows scattered around on the planks.

She motions for us to sit down while she takes her seat on the chair, lying the staff across her lap. She bows her head and says, "Hello, my name is Ilta, chief and priestess of this village." She raises her head, "Could you tell me what happened to the hunting party Aisha?"

She nods and responds, "We heard something rumbling across the road northeast from here. When we checked it out and saw that it was a poorly guarded carriage we took a chance and attacked it. The humans put up more of a fight than we thought they would. Everyone else was killed except for me and Gridz, but he was a coward and ran once the humans were defeated by this demon," she gestures towards you, "with magic. His name is Therus."

Ilta's brow furrows and screams, "That damn coward! He was the last male in the village and none of us are fit to journey to any of the other villages." She takes a breath to calm herself, "Ahem, sorry about that. Thank you for saving my friend Therus. We don't have much to reward you with here, but I will offer what I can."

No more males huh? That's going to be fun later. I say to her, "It's fine, we'll take whatever we can get, but I'd like to introduce myself first. You see, I am recent arrival in this world. I was a human from another planet, the same one as the Hero Tomoko actually, after I died I was reincarnated here by Melanoche and Carnachias to become their trump card against the Light. During my descent the Light tried to bribe me with gifts so that I might come to their side instead. That went out poorly for them, with more take than give on my part. Currently I have my own agenda, though I do plan mainly on working with the Dark there are a few problems whose eliminations would benefit the Light. This angel here is Ariel, he was made my guardian."

Aisha and Ilta stare at each other wide eyed for a moment before Ilta turns back to me, "Wait, that means you're the Champion of the Dark!" They both get on their knees and prostrate themselves, as best as their prodigious busts allow, and begin to whisper prayers.

Taken aback by their sudden shift in attitude I tell them, "Woah, woah, woah, get back up. Why'd you two do that just know?"

Aisha answers in a quiet, reverent voice, "Well you're the Dark equivalent of the Light's Heroes. Think of it like this; the title of king can be claimed by just about anyone, race or social class matters little in the long run. But being chosen by a god is a very rare occasion, less so for the Light but even out of the hundreds of millions of humans there are only three that were eligible to receive a blessing from them."

Placing my hand on my chin I comment, "Well that puts things into perspective, thanks." I lick my lips, "Also, I think I can solve your, 'no males' problem. The job assigned to me by the sister gods is to pillage, kill, and ****. I'm the start of a new devil bloodline and I was made to be capable of knocking gods up."

Ilta exclaims, "You're the first devil of your kind?! I mean that makes sense, just by taking one look at you and I can tell that you're unlike any other devil I've ever seen or heard of."

Aisha comes from behind me and yanks my loincloth off and exposing my balls and sheath. To my right, Ariel, who has been dead silent the entire time since the carriage, shuffles and hums while starting at both my crotch and the two servicing me.

Smugly I tell them, "If you girls want it you'll have to work for it."

They get the message and begin to double team my bulging sack. Both bury their faces in my burgeoning nut flesh and start to massage me. I swiftly grow to full hardness and pull them off to show them.

They're put into shock at the sight of my pair of cocks until Ilta breaks the silence, "Wow, they really gave you extra everything didn't they? I wonder how good one would feel inside of me, stretching me all the way to my limits. I wonder if I could fit both, would it even me possible?

I just smile and tell her, "I'm sure we'll find out later, but first; gather the village outside. I want to have some fun with my little angel before anything else."

Aisha nods and leaves the cabin and Ilta tells me, "I'll tell everyone that there's a celebration tonight. That door by the offering shrine leads to my room, you can stay there while you wait." Before leaving as well.

I ask Ariel while turning back to have him, "So, do you want a taste or no?"

He blushes and stares at the floor before muttering, "Just shut up already Therus." And jumping out of his clothes. Running his tongue from the undercarriage of my testes, up the bottom of my aphrodisiac coated shaft, ending by sucking at my tip. All the while fingering his prostate and masturbating furiously. All this earns him a spurt of my clear, transformative pre. While the effects are more subdued this time than the first, he gains a rather sizeable boost in length and girth while his taught sack fills with golf balls. He also gets a small boost in ass and thighs again, in addition to getting bumped up to almost B cup. He finishes himself off moments after his growth ends, letting loose a respectable load from his newly minted 8.5" schlong.

I pat his head and remind him, "You'll get your turn when the festivities begin, but first let's get some shut-eye on a real bed."

He whines and paws at my legs while rubbing his face in my package, "Please don't make me do it in front of others. It's already embarrassing enough for me to admit as an angel, but in front of a crowd? Really?"

I simply tell him, "In front of a crowd? Yes. But a crowd of sexy gobbo shortstacks who would probably be interested in trying out your new and improved member courtesy of yours truly."

I give him no time to react and head straight into Ilta's room. It's cozy, a four pane window with the curtains drawn, a bearskin rug, a round table covered with books and a candle, three chairs, a small bookshelf, a barrel full of scrolls, and an approximately full size bed in a corner. I lie down and even though it's not nearly enough to handle my whole body, it's still better than a pile of sticks and leaves. Ariel walls in, pants back on and shirt in hand. I shift to make room for him and wave him over but he ignores me and opts to sleep in a chair at the table using a stack of books and his shirt for a pillow. I chuckle at him and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep after a few minutes.