Pixie Mockingbird

Throughout the next few minutes, Grim tried to communicate with the bird and figure out what it saw. He figured out it was adventurers, but he couldn’t get much detail from the raven beyond that. His best idea was to possess the raven and have it fly him by while the goblins made whatever preparations they might need to fight these adventurers.

When he told the raven his plan, it didn’t seem to understand. So, seizing the initiative, he dismissed Grim Visage and attempted to posses the raven. He successful took control of its body, but quickly realized he didn’t know how to fly. Muscle memory gave him some ideas, but he didn’t know how to connect that to actual flight.

Hoping the raven would figure out what to do, he released control and waited. It took a few moments for the raven to decide what to do, but it took off soon enough, presumably towards the adventurers.

Flying was great, even as a quasi passenger. Grim could feel the warm air pushing up against his relatively giant wings, flapping quickly when height was needed. The forest rushed by below as they flew 30 feet above the tree tops. He couldn’t make out much detail from this unusual perspective, but the raven seemed to have complete confidence in its direction. They turned only slightly while traveling north around the mountain.

A minute later, they heard words from below and angled down towards them. He only caught a glimpse of the source from the air before the raven turned to land in the branches ahead. There were two adventurers, one short and one tall. They were both slim and probably female based on the one snapshot he got before landing, but more inspection would be required. A few moments later they stepped into sight and he took them in.

“Hey, so yeah, we’re looking for a path up Mount Imporne right now.” The short one explained while bouncing into view. She was small, like a dwarf, but thinner and definitely bouncier. Her pale tits, for any other word would be insufficient, would be large on a normal sized woman. On her under 4’ frame they were cartoonishly huge, her green corset holding them out like a shelf. She walked with bouncing steps, her tits bouncing in time. She was like a performer, eyes shining and a permanent smile as she ran a hand through her hair. It was purple and arranged in a neat bob, bouncing like the rest of her as she walked. Finally getting his eyes below her chest level, he saw she was wearing ruffled white pants that obscured everything below her waist and were somehow spotless despite the surrounding forest.

“Hell no! That big fat worm won’t see a bit of me.” She continued, laughing at something that Grim could neither hear nor see.

Pixie Mockingbird, Level 2 Bard
Gnome, Active, Explicit

That explained her size, at least height-wise. Being a magic user also explained her lack of a weapon. Although most magic users still kept a backup weapon.

The other adventurer was in sight now, and wow, she was different from Pixie. Firstly, she was a good six and a half feet tall, towering over her companion. Her chest was smaller though, being only moderate compared to her size. Her breasts were covered by a ruffled white shirt, unlike Pixie’s, which were still popping along. Her brown hair was cut even shorter than Pixie’s, and somewhat ironically it was what adventurers might call a pixie cut. It could be her company, but her legs looked particularly long, with wide hips and noticeable muscles covered by grey pants tight enough to show their exact shape, and even what might be her lower lips.

Loretta Marcel, of Drakmor Cairn, Level 4 Sorceress
Human, Active, Explicit

She had a long name to go along with her long legs. She also had no weapons, but for a sorceress that made more sense than a bard, as she could cast spells without a focus. Speaking of which, what was Pixie’s focus?

“Just exploring and looking for some place to build a base.” Pixie narrated into the air with a dazzling smile.

He didn’t locate the focus until they were almost directly below his perch. It was a lyre strapped to the back of her belt, bouncing along like the rest of her. She was a glorious sight from above, her pale white tits bouncing and jiggling in front of her, obscured by only the small amount of green fabric pushing them up and together. Now he was sure he would be fighting them with the goblins. He wanted to feel those tits! And possibly the rest of her and Loretta. Speaking of Loretta, she looked even better from behind as the two continued past their raven and reaper spectators.

He waited until they were lightly obscured from view before turning the raven’s head back towards the camp to tell it to return. The flight back felt longer than the flight there, as Grim’s thoughts swirled around Pixie and what he wanted to do to and with her. If he got the opportunity, he would use his own shadowy body this time, like he had with Charms. He was certainly nervous about it, but he wanted to feel for himself, not just be a passenger or a director. Although, directing goblins and adventurers might be fun. With that thought, the raven swooped back down to land on a hut, and he ejected himself from it.

Taking a moment to look at the assembled goblins, the 16 that had been asleep when he woke up this morning, he decided on a plan of action.

“All of you will follow this raven at a distance, and you will only attack when I begin talking to the targets. They are a gnome bard and a human sorceress, so close the distance with them as quickly and quietly as possible. If you are hit with a spell, get behind someone else immediately. Also, restraining them is the goal, no killing.” He gave his little battle plan speech to all of them, but he doubted they would all remember everything. Hopefully they would each remember enough to make it work.

“And you, raven, will lead them towards the adventurers.” He finished with a nod towards it. It responded with vigorous nodding and a short cackle, before flying up to rest on a tree in the direction of the two adventurers. A few moments later they were off.

Traveling by foot was slower than by air, particularly when those feet are attached to goblin legs. He hadn’t really considered the goblin form much, it being a normal thing for him, but they weren’t exactly built for long distance anything. They generally had shortish legs, long arms, and noticeable guts. All of it a mottled green, much like their more formidable orcish cousins. Because of their generally unattractive forms, the few exceptions were all the more noticeable, like the burly Block and the very feminine Charms.

Returning to his surroundings, he would guess they were nearing the adventurers. A minute later he recognized the spot that he had watched them from the trees. He could by no means see their tracks, but he was reasonably confident the raven would be able to follow them. He quietly told the goblins to stay quiet, which was predictably followed by grunts, gestures, and statements of affirmation.

Perhaps five minutes later they were on a path leading up the mountain, mostly bare of trees. The path had numerous ridges and turns along it, limiting their line of sight. It would also leave them visible from above if someone or something peered over one of the higher ridges. As the sound of Pixie’s voice echoed from somewhere ahead, the goblins dropped into crouches, “sneaking.” The raven was on a boulder ahead, totally silent and staring further ahead with an intensity that hopefully signified it was looking at something.

Taking his own cue, he dropped his visage and drifted invisibly ahead. The two adventurers were there, walking at the same pace as before, one bouncing and chatting while the other continually scanned the area around them.

“Ha, it’s not like we’re walking into a kobold village or anything. Sure...” He tuned Pixie out almost as soon as he heard her. Some adventurers are just crazy, talking to the air and such. Her body remained as unbalanced as it had first appeared, her tits jutting out like two, um, giant tits. There was only so much creativity left in Grim’s mind as he watched her bounce and jiggle along. It was almost a miracle he remembered his own plan as he caught up to the two. He would need to keep their attention facing forward from the moment he began talking.

“Greetings, Pixie Mockingbird and Loretta Marcel!” He began, as he invoked Grim Visage, appearing on the path only 5 feet ahead of Pixie. She gave a cute little eep as she ground to a halt, close enough to almost reach out and touch him. Loretta instantly raised her hands and took a fighting stance, head snapping towards him. He mentally gulped at the speed and surety of the motion. That was not a level 4 spell castor reaction. He couldn’t turn back now though, it was bs time!

“The area ahead is quite dangerous. Only hardened adventurers can handle the Worm.” He suddenly blanked on the real name of the monster that ruled Mount Imporne, resorting to using the much less impressive name that Pixie herself had used back in the forest.

“Oh, well, uh, don’t worry, we won’t be fighting that!” Pixie almost shouted back nervously in her high pitched voice, the reaper’s appearance and closeness obviously throwing her off.

“Indeed, we are only here to explore, not fight.” Loretta added in a much calmer and deeper tone. She didn’t seem to be the leader among the two, but she was definitely the fighter, maybe a bodyguard of some sort.

“Are you sure? I have no power to stop you, but I must warn you of the dangers ahead.” He continued, trying to project as important of an image as he could. Loretta squinted at him as Pixie replied for both of them.

“Oh, good, what’s up there?” She asked, all her exuberance returning.

He almost replied that his ego was, but caught that thought before it left his mouth. “First there is a kobold village on the left, which worships The Worm, much like...” He continued like that for a whole minute, hardly pausing his speech as he described the next two imaginary locations they would encounter. Pixie was soon nodding along and Loretta just scowled at him. It didn’t much matter if they believed him or not, their focus on him was all he needed.

“The rocks on the right are the best... oh.” He was so into his own description that he kept talking for a moment after the goblins pounced.

They struck with even less warning than last time, the first four all tackling Loretta’s arms and legs. She tottered for a moment, holding onto her footing as she tried to turn and throw them off. It was enough to send one of them rolling off past her and Pixie, but the others held strong, clawing and slashing with goblin ferocity.

More were coming, and he was hopeful it would end without Loretta getting off a spell. Pixie was still stunned, not really doing anything beyond backing away from the growing melee. Then their was a particularly loud grunt and a goblin flew off of Loretta and towards Pixie, exposing Loretta’s grey, stone-like fist. Pixie raised her arms and shouted as the goblin impacted her, knocking her sprawling to the ground. Her arms and tits might have actually cushioned his landing.

It seemed Pixie was useless in a fight, soon being held down by only two goblins. Loretta was like a boulder though, refusing to fall as she seemed to be able to summon superhuman strength and turn body parts to stone for a moment at a time. If those actions were draining mana, then she wouldn’t be able to stay up forever, but she was still dangerous for the moment.

As usual, he could do little more that wait out the fight, watching the overwhelming number of goblins still taking injuries against the one sorceress. By the time they dragged her to the ground and she stopped struggling so violently, multiple goblins were wounded, but none seemed to be dying. That made it a great battle by goblin standards, and the two adventurers were still alive, even if only barely in Loretta’s case.

“Restrain them both, and you all can enjoy her.” He told the goblins, pointing at Loretta as he approached Pixie. They were already getting out the scraps of rope that seemingly every intelligent creature spawned with.

“I help you.” Charms announced, hurrying over to Pixie with a smile on her face.

Once he was sure Loretta was restrained, Grim switched to his shadowy, corporeal form. It was his own body, and he wanted to feel Pixie for himself. He wanted to experience as much pleasure as his own limiting body could. He stood over her at his own 4’ height as Charms flipped her onto her front, chest squashed against the stone as her arms were tied behind her back. Simply being this close was already filling him with energy as he anticipated what would come next.

“No no, wait! Turn it off! Turn it off!” Pixie shouted from the ground, gesturing at something with her head. “Please, turn it off!”

Looking in the direction she indicated, it was as if a small hovering orb was fading into view. It was an intricate and delicate looking wire orb less than an inch across, hovering almost perfectly still at about head height. One side had a glowing circle that was looking steadily at Pixie and Charms like a magical, unblinking eye. Wondering at it, he slowly reached out to grab it. It swiveled towards him, but remained otherwise stationary as his shadowy hand closed around it. He felt only a moment of resistance before it simply dissolved from existence in his hand.

She sighed from the ground, followed by a yelp as Charms tightened the rope around her arms. “Thank you.” She added in a quieter tone. When Charms flipped her over again, she glanced over at Loretta, and Grim followed her gaze. Loretta was much quieter now. She had stopped struggling and was bearing the goblins growing antics with something between a smug half-smile or a stoic grimace. Looking back to Pixie, she had a growing blush.

“I could, uh, maybe help you with something, instead of that.” She said in a worried, but strangely excited voice.

“I close mouth?” Charms asked him, gesturing towards Pixie. He considered it for a moment, but shook his head in the negative. Pointing her towards Loretta, he gave her a light push that way.

Finally, he was alone with Pixie, her arms tied behind her back and her legs connected at the ankles. Her tits were heaving with every breath, pushed out even further by her arched back. He waited for a few moments just watching her as he listened to the growing sounds of pleasure behind him. Her breathing was getting heavier and her tits were rising and falling, jostling back and forth as she tried to adjust her position on the ground. She looked to be about to speak when he finally made his move.

He crouched down over her midsection, hands reaching for her chest. They were soft, softer than Charms’ for sure, and so much larger. His hands couldn’t completely cover just the portion exposed above her corset, much less the rest of her expansive, ivory tit flesh. He quickly tried to dip his hands below the hem of the corset, but he could only barely get his fingers in. He continued to feel and mash them, reveling in the new sensations. He pressed his small frame against her and felt her warmth, something he hardly ever felt due to his incorporeal nature. The feelings were both sexual and the closest he had ever come to simple closeness.

He soon gave up working around the corset, removing it by taking it from her inventory. He felt the shift as her tits were suddenly released, and he heard her gasp as they were exposed. He immediately dived back in, sinking his fingers in and burying his face between them. He could feel himself growing pleasurably warm from the contact as he rolled her tits around him. It was bliss for the normally disconnected reaper.

Pulling back for a moment, he surveyed his conquest and the locus of his growing infatuation. She was flushed and staring at him with a look he didn’t recognize. Her large nipples stuck out, pink and erect. He moved to roll them around with his fingers, feeling their hardness and shape, making her squirm in response. As he continued, she tried to push back, lifting her legs against his. Understanding the motion, he adjusted and placed his leg between hers. As a lesser reaper, he had no true sex organs, but he could still feel the heat and the arousal.

Taking what he gave her, she began to push against him as he continued to play with her breasts. She made increasingly loud noises as he played with her, trying to learn what she responded to. He could feel the warmth on his leg where she was grinding her crotch against it, and he wanted to feel more. He used her inventory again to remove her panties, and she sped up when he did. They both needed more, and he was happy to try as he took one nipple in his mouth and reached the freed hand down between her legs. He didn’t know what to do, but he quickly figured it out by her moaning responses. He rubbed over her thin pants and across the top of her mound as she humped his leg with increasing urgency, her gasps and moans filling his mind with more pleasure than he could feel on his own.

The look on her face was exquisite to him, red faced and gasping as she climaxed. She shook and shuddered, her tits following along, her hips rolling and spasming with pleasure. He wished he could keep that image in his head forever. It was the joy of witnessing overwhelming pleasure. Even an adventurer could be a nice sight if they looked like this, particularly if he had caused the pleasure that turned them into a mewling mess. Shaking and flushed, huge tits on display, this could be a new goal of his.

He rested on her for a minute, feeling the rise and fall of her soft chest as her breathing calmed somewhat. He had hardly noticed his own unusual exertion during the moment, but now he could feel the lethargy. He wanted to rest, but he also needed to be a leader. Right now that meant dealing with Loretta and leveling up, assuming the others were done with her. Next it would mean deciding Pixie’s immediate fate. After that, the goblins would need orders and he would need to purchase whatever fame rewards he could afford. Finally, he needed some longer term plans, longer than one night.

At least he had something to remember fondly while continuing his efforts. Those tits and that breathless pink face could become the center of his idle thoughts for a while.