Okay.

You nod in understanding. Climbing up on the bed, you straddle his torso and spread your thighs around his body, using your size to push several of the female goblins away. It offers him a perfect view of your slit--glistening from arousal, the heady stench of a week-long orgy enough to make you damp even without the sights involved--and he grunts quietly as his dick begins hardening once more.

"I'm glad you like it," you tell him, offering a smile. You run one hand down his cheek, over his ear, and to the bed, then bend down and begin kissing him. The two large tusks don't make it easy to capture his lips with yours, but slowly you begin draining his HP away. As you work, your tail begins snapping at the remaining goblins, driving them away from your prey...er, from their captive.

Finally his HP nears empty. You pick your head up and suck in a deep breath. Your stomach feels bloated having eaten so much HP beyond your maximum. Anymore and you really might pop. Looking about, the goblins have all been driven off except one. The determined one still riding his painfully swollen cock. Does that count as helping on the kill? Probably not, but why risk it?

You spin around and smile at the little nympho. She slows her bouncing and cocks her head, wondering why you're looking. "I'm not sharing," she says after a moment.

"That's no good. You have a lot of his seed in you still, right? I think you should go share that with the other girls." Without giving her a say in the matter, you lift her into the air, off the cock, and throw her into the pile. The semen bursts from her now unplugged uterus, and instantly every other girl jumps on it, trying to get a taste.

As the goblin woman is buried under lips and tongues, you turn back to the orc chieftain. You quickly draw your dagger and slash down, shaving off that last piece of HP. He smiles at you, drops his head back into the bed, and dies. Moments later his body begins to disappear. The small 'ding ding' of two levels brings with it a rush of energy, and makes your stomach feel less overstuffed. You helped a poor monster in need and received wonderful compensation for it. Now you jump up and run before the goblins realize you just broke their favorite dildo.

Even running, you don't catch up to Huny before exiting the tunnels. You hadn't realized it had taken you that long; that must make a record for longest kiss you've had--lip to lip, at least. Finally bursting out into the open air, you find Huny sitting on a pile of lumber, still looking quite grumpy. The male goblins are standing around, chatting in small groups or playing simple games you can't recognize. Imp is right by Huny's side, trying to mimic her pose without mocking her sulk. Both look up at you as you emerge.

"So?" Huny asks bluntly.

"I killed him. Either the women are going to stay in there piled on each other, or we're about to be swarmed by horny females."

Hearing that, the nearest goblins perked up. They began sounding the news among their fellows, and soon all of them were gathering near the mine entrance and whispering excitedly.

"How long has it been since these sods got laid?" Huny asks, a bit disgusted as she watches them.

"At least a week, from the sound of it."

Huny snorts, making it clear her question was rhetorical and you failed by answering it. "Whatever. Let's just get out of here."

"You don't want to watch-"

"Not even if my only other option was having an orc drill my ass."

Just then the crowd began to stir. Echoes were coming from the cave; and all too suddenly, a wave of female goblins burst out. Whichever man they first reached, the girl would tackle him and mount him. Squeals, shrieks, and moans fill the air--and you were pretty sure the males were doing most of it. Huny jumps up and moves off, Imp close behind (and warily watching for any would-be assailants, aware his own manhood outclassed most of these goblins). You follow, but a voice behind you calls you to a stop.

"Hey. Demoness."

You turn back to find the size queen looking at you. Her stomach had deflated quite a bit, though it still held a small bulge. On guard in case she was looking for **** for releasing her prisoner, you answer. "Yes?"

"You forgot this." She holds out a silver ring with a yellow gemstone embedded in it. You don't recognize it; you've definitely never owned something like that. "The boss drop," she explains, seeing your confusion. "Whoever kills a boss gets a special drop item. You get this ring, and let me say that you're quite the lucky one. Usually an orc chieftain just drops a stupid sword or some armor."

You take the ring and inspect its properties.

Ring of Orcish Stamina
While wearing this ring, you have the stamina of an orc. You don't tire as easily, and you recover stamina quickly.

"Perfect for those long sessions, if you know what I mean," the she-goblin tells you with a wink.

"Um, thanks," is all you can say. You slip the ring on almost absent-mindedly.

"Well, I'd better start exercising some control here before we start having casualties. After breathing in that musky scent for a week, these girls are so wired they'd fuck a tree if it looked smooth enough. Boys seem pretty eager, too."

As you're trying to puzzle that one out, small and timid comes running up. "Brood Mother! You're okay!" he cries, grabbing her up into an affectionate hug.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, Beans. Had a wild time of it, in fact. You been a good boy while I was gone?"

"I was so worried! When I heard you'd all been locked in together, I just...I just-!"

"Now, now. We had a stud in there, and I shared the cum around. We didn't go crazy, at least. So you found this lass?"

"I managed to start some rumors, and she and her companions came to our aid. Really, convincing the orcs to take you prisoner just so they wouldn't kill me..."

"Now, now, Beans. I didn't want to risk you losing that name. You've got a bright future ahead of you, better than any of us. In fact... She-demon."

You try to focus on her, though you really can't keep up with this conversation. "Yeah?"

"Take him with you."

"Wha-!?" he exclaims. You're equally dumbstruck.

"Beans has been stuck with this tiny tribe his whole life. He's smart, deserves better, but I can't give it to 'im. I have to keep watch over my family here. As glad as I am to have his smarts around, teachin' all of us, we've gone as far as we can. Can't overcome the natural horndog in any of us. Beans did. So he needs to get out of here."

"You...do realize you just said that to a succubus, right?"

"You saw the massive shaft that guy had, right? Fullest I've ever felt. Even seeing that, you killed him instead of joining in the fun. Beans'll be safe with you."

"But Brood Mother-!"

"Shush. You've done us good, so now we're gonna do you good."

"It won't exactly be safe. A party of monsters and a hero, we're basically fighting against everything--heroes and monsters alike."

"Good! Give the boy some chances to gain XP! Might be a hobgoblin by the next time I see him. Hell, he's smart enough he could be the first Goblin King the world has seen in a while."

"Brood Mother!" he tried to protest.

"I just call it like I see it. And the way I see it, you can help him. More than I can. And he can help you, too. Looked at his name yet?"

You did, while this conversation was going on. 'Beans, the Smartest Goblin.'

With a resigned sigh, you smile at her. "You sure you're not number one?"

She grins back. "Trust me, you'll see."

"Let's go then, Beanie."

He seems a little ****. The Brood Mother gives him the look, pulls him into a warm hug, then turns him around and swats his tail to send him on his way. With a small yelp he jumps after you.

Winding your way back down the canyon, you look down at your new companion. "You have a good mom," you say softly.

"Yeah," is his simple reply.