Take it slow for a while

You ponder your next course of action while Pet trains. You've spent a week or so taking advantage of the Basic Alchemy skill you picked up to work on some potions with her. You figure that its right somehow, since that was how you tracked her down to begin with. Neither of you has much use for Mana Potions, so you've concentrated on the red Health Potions instead. You had a hard time carrying them around until you discovered that you now had an inventory. It must have been another of the perks of having a Class. Now you feel like you've reached a point where you will either have to really step up your efforts in gathering reagents or find something else to work on.

"Maybe I should look into getting some good equipment again." You muse out loud from where you rest with your back against a tree. Pet doesn't answer, since she has her luscious lips wrapped around your cock, her blonde head bobbing up and down enthusiastically. She lies half-curled up at your side with her high proud breasts rocking back and forth on your thighs. Her shapely hips buck and rock as you encourage her with a fat finger crooking into her honey-hole at the same pace as her oral efforts. You genuinely appreciate her, after all, and want her to be as eager as you are. Her muffled moans feel absolutely marvelous against your throbbing member, and she's getting much better with her nimble tongue as well. You stiffen as you near your release, and grab the top of her head to **** her deeper onto you as you flood her mouth and throat with your thick sticky cum. She coughs and gags a little before getting it down, and you reluctantly pul out with a soft pop. You take your softening member and rub it along her full, yielding lips, then return to finger-fucking her to her own climax.

"What do you think?" You ask as she clings to you for dear life. "F.. fuck!" she gasps, spasming under the **** of your merciless onslaught. "Well, yes." You agree, "but I was referring to my stuff." You relent and suck on your Pet-flavored fingers as you give her time to recover. She sighs contentedly and snuggles up next to you as she thinks the question over. "Actually, I think that Master might be overlooking something." She begins, her voice still rough from her exertions. "You wanted to find a Treasure Goblin because monsters can use the things they drop, right?" You nod, and she continues. "Well, instead of finding a Treasure Goblin and sneaking stuff out from under the Players noses, why not find some other monsters that have already picked some of their stuff up and take it from them? Master is really underhanded, after all."

You smile and pat her head at the compliment, considering her idea with growing excitement. Yeah! Why hunt down some rare and annoying Treasure Goblin when you can find someone else who has already done it and take their stuff!? You're already determined to become the next Goblin King, so why not demand tribute at the same time? Of course, things being the way they are, its likely that anything worth taking will be held by monsters that are tougher than average. Is this how players think about the world? You shudder at the thought. Sometimes when you stare into the void, a Player stares back? Well, you'll just have to find some monsters you don't get along with to raid then.

"Have you heard of any rumors or information on where some might be?" You ask Pet, putting an arm around her shoulders and engulfing a perky breast possessively but without urgency. She wiggles comfortably but shakes her head no. "That kind of thing is what Players jump on too. As soon as someone blabs about seeing a Kobold with a shiny helmet in the Harrok Hills, you have all kinds of opportunists flood the place. Its one of the reasons I choose to work on Alchemy for a while instead; there aren't as many assholes willing to do actual work." She sounds pretty angry at that last part, perhaps remembering the pushy barbarian and his enabler friends. You aren't too happy about the reminder either, and choose to move on. "Well, I think we should pay the Spiders a visit. They collect more stuff than some people realize in those cocoons of theirs. They can't wear armor or carry weapons, so they don't flash it around like a Kobold or Skeleton would. We'll just have to be cautious, they have been known to make other monsters a snack if they haven't had luck hunting Players recently."

The two of you get dressed and collect your gear. Travel is slow, as you are **** to take many detours and avoid roads and trails to avoid Player adventuring parties. Fortunately, this is something that both of you excel at; Pet with her Ranger stalking and hunting skills and you with your natural Goblin cunning and large floppy ears that can hear a clumsy Player coming two zones over. The Spiders live in a dark forest, stringing their wafting webs from branch to trunk, adding to the already oppressive shadows that crowd out much of the undergrowth. You even pass an unusually large Cholorofiend on your way there, exchanging wary waves from a distance.

You order Pet to hide in some bushes at the edge of the forest. You don't want to explain her special circumstances to everyone you meet, and you don't want the hungry spiders to get any ideas. Plus having a sniper backing you up makes you feel a lot safer. You stand boldly in the open and bang a couple of sticks together until the trees begin to rustle and several many-limbed forms begin to scuttle into view. Well, you have their attention now!