Preperations

Author's note - The next few chapters are going to be firsts for me in terms of a drawn-out fight and sexual advances, leading to my first experience writing a sex scene. You'll know when it comes so any critique/advice will help.

Moments later, you’re back in the hut you woke up in. You were rubbing your arms after they cut the vines binding them. Sitting on the dirt floor, you see Scar standing guard at the entrance, his back to you. You were waiting for the shaman to see you before the duel. Which you were still in the dark about.

“Hey, uh, Scar? Or, whatever your name is?” The goblin doesn’t respond to you. “Do you know anything about this Ceremonial duel, uh, this Troika?”

Again, no reply. The only response you get is Scar turning his head and looking at you with his only good eye. He didn’t say anything, only stared at you for a hard minute before turning back. Sighing, all you could do was look at the ground and wait.

“Tgefl le.”

You look back up at the guard who glances at you. “What?”

“Iamta tgefl le.” Scar moves aside and Reta saunters in, carrying a stone bowl in her hands. Now being close to you and the light from the torches showed she had an even more seductive and mysterious look to her. She’s also painted herself in purple designs on her skin. Setting the bowl down, she stands in front of you.

“Troika draws near. Shirt off.” You raise an eyebrow at her instruction. “You want freedom, shirt off.”

Seeing no other way, you reach down and begin taking off your shirt. You shiver a bit at the cold air brushing against your skin but the shirt is soon off and on the ground. You aren’t as chiseled as Mr. Muscle slab, but traveling has been good for you. Reta places her gloved hand on your chest and slowly traces downward, lightly scratching you. You jump back slightly in shock however when she cupped a feel of your package, unknown to you.

You swear her eyes glowed a bit as she grinned mischievously.

Picking up the bowl, she dips her hand in it and moves to your right side. Touching your shoulder, she smears a bluish paste on and moves down, ending and encircling around your wrist. She then repeats the motion on your left side. Moving back in front of you, she places the bowl down and dips both hands in it before moving onto your lap.

Touching your collarbone, she slowly moves down your chest, circling your nipples and ending at your bellybutton. Looking back up and reaching forward until her hand filling tits are pressed up against your chest, she places both hands on your cheeks, keeping you from turning your head and staring deep into each other’s eyes.

Her goat-like orange eyes were mesmerizing, hypnotizing honestly. Unconsciously, you were leaning forward, her plush lips looking all but inviting to you. Seeing this, she leans forward as well, as if about to lock your mouths in a passionate embrace. Instead, her hands move down your cheeks, leaving claw marked paint and instead of your lips, she moves past your face to the side of your head. Sticking her tongue out, Reta all but makes love to your ear, shudders erupting all over your body as you could feel her humping against you, hard tips scraping your skin and feet rubbing your already hardening manhood. Moaning slightly, you were all but leaking when she sucked in and lightly chewed on your earlobe before biting down hard enough to draw blood.

‘Sample. Try win, you more delicious.’ The same yet somewhat familiar voice echoes in your head again. The gobliness shaman draws back and backs away from you. You swear, you briefly saw what looked like small horns on her head. Slowly and sensually, she licks her lips, moaning ever so softly before her eyes dimmed somewhat.

As if waking from a trance, you shout and scramble away from the green-skinned temptress, a hand quickly going to your saliva covered ear as a massive blush blooms on your face. She grins that mischievous evil grin of hers before picking the bowl up, turning and walking away, the sway of her hips giving that expansive ass a slight jiggle.

That is not a goblin, that is a small, green-skinned demoness.

“Troika begins soon. Bring to circle.” She instructs Scar as she leaves the hut, who was all but silent through the whole thing. The tent in his loincloth told that he wasn’t immune to the show the shaman put on. Glancing down, the tent and large wet spot in your pants was evidence of what transpired. Looking up, you see your goblin guard standing in front of you.

“What the actual fuck?” You whispered. Scar only gives a small nod of understanding before gesturing with his spear at you.

“Guept.”