A safe journey to the goblin village

You recover from your ordeal with the branding and Glaw provides you with a new garment, it is a slip of cloth that ties around your waist and between your legs, cinching between the cheeks of your ass.

"All must see the mark," he explains. He caresses your bare breasts and you smile at him.

The garment is humiliating, but also liberating, and the soft cloth proves surprisingly comfortable as you travel. You are beginning to feel natural being so exposed. After all, you are now joined with the goblins, and they choose to wear almost nothing.

At midday you stop in your walk through forest and over hilly lands and Dai hunts a rabbit to share with the group. You cook and clean it as you were taught by your mother. The memory makes you feel strange as you carry the cooked rabbit over to the goblins, warm grease dripping across your bare breasts. They tear the cooked animal to pieces and Glaw grabs you into his lap and runs his tongue across your breasts, mopping up the juices that have spilled.

"Delicious!" he pronounces and gives your ass a squeeze. They've left enough for you to take the edge from your hunger.

After the meal, you are cleaning the utensils in the stream when you hear footsteps behind you. Glaw approaches slowly and by the look in his eye you know his desire. He does not even need to speak to you, it is becoming instinct. You fall to your knees and untie his loincloth.

He is already hard and you lick him thoroughly, tasting sweat and dried cum, before taking him into your mouth and letting your saliva soak his cock. You bob your mouth on him, looking up across the green expanse of muscles at his face twisted in pleasure. You moan around his cock and reach up to stroke his cum-laden balls.

Glaw presses you off of him and back into the grass. He climbs atop you and sheaths his cock easily in your wet cunt. You grip him as he fucks you, your legs up and feet bouncing in the air as he thrusts into you. He lowers his mouth to yours and kisses you, tongue hot and searching, tasting of the meal, one of his hands pressing your leg back even more as he moves faster and faster.

You cum, moaning into his kiss, fluttering walls stroking his shaft and coaxing him to release inside you. Hot cum pours into your depths, throbbing and pumping out of his prick as his grunts of pleasure melt into your wet kiss. He lies atop you, stroking your hair and face long after he has stopped cumming and his cock has begun to shrink.

"We are so close to town I can smell it in air," says Glaw. "I wanted to have you one last time before."

You slip into the nearby stream together. It is cold and you do not stay long but it feels good to be cleaner. Once you dry, Glaw paints symbols onto your face and breasts with pigment from a small pouch.

"This marks you as newly-made and announces you are welcome so there is no confusion," he strokes your face. "Not all of kind lie with hu-man. Some only kill."

Your smile masks the apprehension you feel about your coming arrival in the goblin village. It is another hour on the road before you can smell it in the air: cook fires and animal dung. You come to a crude wall made of mud and logs and festooned with banners depicting skulls and animals and goblin warriors. Grunting guards, hardly bigger than Dai or Maddoc, check you over, leering at your nearly-naked body. Glaw growls at them when one reaches out to touch you.

Passing through the gate and into the town of Gimlesh Ziglig you see a large number of thatched huts, tents, and a few larger structures made from wood and mud. It is much as a human village of the savage tribes would be, only everything is smaller. The huts and yurts are large enough for a human, but only just.

Goblins, particularly young ones, gather around you as Glaw leads the way towards the largest structure in the village.

"Is that your home?" you ask.

Some of the goblins react with surprise that you dare to speak. Glaw looks at you with irritation.

"Quiet yourself," he says. "Only speak when I ask something. We go to meet the great merchant king of this tribe. His name is Zakrog and you must be careful when I speak. His tastes favor humans and he may wish to claim you as his own. It is his right. He must like you, but he must not like you so much that he wishes you to be his own."

Your fear grows as you approach the heavily-guarded entrance of Zakrog's wooden palace. After being prodded and looked over by guards nearly as large as Glaw you are shown from the filthy mud of Gimlesh Ziglig and into a perfumed chamber of hanging skins and silk curtains.

It is not at all like the rest of the goblin village and neither is the goblin you see perched atop a pile of pillows. He seems tall for a goblin, though not so tall as Glaw, but he is mostly just fat. He has a great, green pillow of a gut and fat breasts that glisten with sweat. He lifts his head and then sits up with a grunt as you and Glaw and one of the guards approach.

"Ahhhh," says the fat goblin you presume to be Zakrog. "Glaw, look at this lovely you have brought me. You always have been my favorite. Does she speak? Tell her to come closer so I can see her better."

Glaw nods and you step forward. You feel the goblin's eyes upon you so intensely it is as if he is running his hands over your body. He barks at you to turn around and you slowly rotate.

"Now," says Zakrog, speaking to you directly. "Come over here and pleasure me."

The obese goblin parts his thighs and lifts his loincloth to expose the flaccid curl of his little penis. You look at Glaw and he remains stone still, tension flexing the muscles of his jaw.

"Well," says Zakrog, arching an eyebrow and obviously waiting for you to act.