Travel south east through the Mire Flats with your party

Climbing the foothills of the Dragon's Spine was nothing compared to trudging through the endless swampland of the Mire Flats. Even the goblins seems put-off by the difficulties and you and Glaw frequently have to help the smaller goblins, Dai and Madoc, when the swamp water is too deep for them. They are poor swimmers and their padded armor drags them down into the water.

On the first night you make camp, taking turns keeping watch and using burning herb-bundles made by the goblins to ward off the swarms of insects that prowl the willow woods. The surprising cold of the mire at night sends you to Glaw's bedroll. He laughs and quickly helps you out of your clothes. The hardness of the goblin's cock presses against your soft body as you curl next to him.

You are too tired to offer any protest when he rolls you onto your stomach. You lie flat on your belly and Glaw climbs onto your back, guiding his fat cock between your thighs. You rotate your hips so that he is able to enter your pussy and you moan as you feel his nobby meat stuffed into your cunt. With his arms on either side of your head and his weight on your ass you feel comforted by Glaw and enjoy the sensation of his fat cock slipping in and out of your cunt with increasing urgency.

For a moment you think you hear something beyond the perimeter of the herb torches, something sizable and stalking. Glaw groans with pleasure and you forget the sound.

The large goblin grunts and sheaths his shuddering pole in your molten hole. His hard prick throbs and you feel the warmth of his cum as he drains it into your creamy cunt. He stays motionless inside you for a time, delayed twitches emptying the last drips of sperm into your pussy. When his cock has softened he rolls off you and pulls the blanket over your bodies. You roll onto your side and curl next to his hot skin, drifting off to sleep as the big goblin's semen oozes out from between your swollen pussy lips.

The following morning Dai prepares a remedy for your insect bites and you set off again into the swamp. There is a shadow of something visible between the dense willow woods, always behind you, but never far. You know something is following you and you recall that sound when Glaw was taking you the night before.

You never manage to catch a glimpse of it. Each time you search the trees and the swamplands you see only more bundles of roots, reeds, and floating logs.

You sense your unseen pursuer again that night, drawing closer to your camp as Glaw presses himself between your thighs and fills you once more with his cock. The goblin's breathing is loud and you soon forget about the stalking presence as Glaw draws his prick from your aching cunt and pushes it to your mouth. You wrap your lips around his slippery dick and bob your head up and down, moaning with pleasure when the big goblin pulls your head against him and pumps his tangy spunk into your mouth.

You leave his bed long enough to see to the scrawny smaller goblins as well, giving them a chance to squeeze and suck your large breasts. You stroke them, one in each hand, until they screech with delight and shower you with sticky sperm. You wash it off at the edge of the swamp and return to Glaw's bedroll, but the big goblin is snoring.

Picking up your blanket, you move to your own bedroll and quickly fall asleep. You do not know how long you are asleep when you awake with a strange pleasant feeling. There is a relaxing sweetness to the air. It is still dark, but the moon is full and bright above you. You sit up and realize that the herb torches have been extinguished. The gentle breeze smells strongly of flowers and you realize the aroma must be carried in from a clearing nearby your camp. You can see the moonlight illuminating it through a wall of swamp trees.

You wonder what is in the clearing. You want to go see, but you hesitate for a moment. There's something you're forgetting. You look over at the camp, but the goblins are all asleep and who would possibly steal your pack in this remote swamp? Barefoot and only clad in your night clothes you step into the swamp waters and wade out and to the clearing. Thankfully there is a small bit of land.

In the clearing you gasp in wonder. There is a strange, branchless green tree, its trunk covered in head-sized nodules that are capped with fuzzy-looking pink flowers. The tall, vertical trunk of green ends in a wide bole and a mass of visible gray roots. The sweet smell is so intense your head is woozy with the powerful scent. At the base of this odd plant there is a single green leaf as big as a bath with curled edges. Within this cup is a large quantity of honey-colored liquid that smells wonderful. You suddenly feel the urge to sip the liquid.