A Long Dark Night

The forest had always been dangerous but things were clearly changing for the worse. Up to this point he had resisted the temptation to absorb the goblin tribe. There were benefits to be sure but there were also dangers and downsides to bringing them into his dungeon. But now if he didn’t do something, the goblins were going to die. His daughter was going to die.

It wasn’t some fatherly love or altruism. He was fond of the chiefess, or at least of the pleasure she provided. And now that he was holding the little bundle that was his daughter, he had to admit there was a certain charm to the tiny thing. But the driving factor was a baser impulse. HIS daughter was in danger. The creatures HE needed to complete HIS plan were under attack. HIS things! Even before he was Baal, the orc had always had a greedy character to match his cunning. This was an attack on his pride.

“Change of plans,” he rumbled.

Goblin Half-Breed Infant - ???

Her status was blue. She had been born a member of his faction, and apparently the goblin’s faction as well. Seven dead today meant seven more infants tomorrow or thereabouts. They needed to move quickly but the sun was already close to setting. The woods might have been dangerous at night, but the mountain was a **** trap.

“Listen to me goblins. If you stay here, more adventurers will come, wolves, other stronger monsters; and you will die.”

There were mumbled of agreement and looks shared by the tribe.

“I’ve been a friend to you, but I won’t always be here to protect you.”

The goblins cradled the weapons the orc had given them as they shared confused and worried glances. It was true, half of them were using weapons or armor gifted by him. Items that were far beyond anything they had ever possessed before. Their cooking food had been consumed by the wolves but they still had more meat in inventory than they had ever had before. The orc was truly a godsend, if he abandoned them they were as good as dead.

“Feathers has joined me,” he pointed out the barbarian standing apart from her former clan. “She follows my orders and in return I have made her stronger!”

It was true. The muscular female had always been strong, but she had fought against one of the wolves single handed and survived. Her weapons and armor were also of a quality even higher than what he had given them. Magical weapons in the hands of a goblin! It was unheard of.

“It is time for you to choose goblins. Serve me and I will protect you and make you stronger than you’ve ever dreamed. Or stay here and die.”

It wasn’t much of a choice. He also knew the two strongest voices in the tribe would be the chiefess who adored him and the barbarian he had already taken as his own. Still the goblins were taken by surprise and **** so he decided one final push was his in order.

“After tonight my friendship with the tribe is over. I will not be back. Choose for yourselves. Will you join me?”

“Not be good friends?” The chiefess looked lost as she grabbed onto his pants desperately.

“Only if you join me,” he confirmed as he looked down on the creature who suddenly seemed even smaller.

“Join?” The chiefess as well as the assembled survivors mulled it over.

“Serve,” He clamped his larger hand down on her good shoulder.

He could feel the goblin chiefess tremble under the weight of his hand. He thought she was afraid. It was a devils bargain. She was giving over her entire tribe to the orc. She must also have been mentally and physically exhausted from the work, battle, and injury, not to mention having just given birth the night before. Though curiously her exposed stomach showed no signs of her recent pregnancy, although her breasts did seem to have an new swell. But suddenly the orc realized his assumption was wrong. He caught just whiff of it, but there was no mistaking the smell. Arousal. A bead of dew traveled down the chiefess’ inner thigh.

He kneeled down to match her eye level. The hand in her shoulder moved behind to grab her by the neck. He pulled her in tight, their child caught between them.

“Swear to me” he whispered in her pointed ear. “Swear to serve me in all things.”

“Swear serve?” Her voice was dreamy, her eyes loosing focus.

“Swear and I will take you as my own!” It was a promise with several meanings though in her current state she obviously could only think of one.

He sealed the promise, forcing her head to his as he engulfed her large mouth with his own. His thick tongue explored past her sharp teeth and eventually coaxed her own tongue into a duel. When he finally pulled away and released her. As he stood, and the last strand of silica connecting them burst, she fell forward. All the strength in her body had left her. Face down in the dirt, her arms dangling uselessly around her she answered.

“Swear! Serve! Promise!” She wailed. It was as much a plea, begging him to take her, as it was an oath to him.

“Serve!”

“Swear!”

“Promise!”

The assembled goblins mimicked their chiefess as they dropped to their hands and knees in front of their new leader. Their savior. It wasn’t exactly what the orc had intended, but he had to admit it was nice.

“Chief Fucker!”

“Boss!”

They began to chant and cheer as they stood. The status of the previous chiefess turned from green to blue and like a wave passed over the other goblins in turn.

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He took in the site with a smug smirk before eventually interrupting them.

“Enough! Quiet you fools! I’ll take you to your new home but it will require moving through the Forrest at night. Do as you’re told and we might live to see dawn.”

Feathers and the trickster goblin would have take point. He gave the trickster the Cape of the Fox. With his stealthy ability he would scout ahead for danger while Feathers knew the route to the dungeon and was strong enough to hopefully at least defend against anything they met until he could assist. The rest of the tribe would follow in a bunch, the swords and spears were evenly distributed to meet threats from any side. Finally Baal and Suo would defend the rear. He assumed if they were attacked in the dark, it would most likely be because they were stalked from behind. He was the strongest and Suo’s omni directional sense was good for alerting them to danger.

Still his plan was to stick to the thick underbrush as much as possible. Avoid clearings and whatever patrolled the sky at night but also stay alert for ambushes from the trees themselves. They gathered what stray arrows they could from the clearing and he showed the ex-chiefess the spell contained in her thin dagger. Finally he distributed the six paralysis and two poison potion bottles. If nothing else hopefully they could scare more wary predators away.

The entire time he had been cradling his daughter as he gave instructions. But now it was time to move. There was still some light but the sun had already dipped behind the mountain, cloaking the forest in ominous shadow.

“Bunny,” he called out to the ex-chiefess, “stay in the center of the group and carry Ashteroth. And make sure her and the other child stay quiet.”

“Assh-tear-off?” She carefully took the baby from his hands as the infant’s status changed to reflect her new name.

“Just Ash is fine,” he answered as he carefully rubbed the infant’s dark hair. “Protect our daughter!”

The goblin nodded happily as she comforted the baby. It would be much later before she realized she had also been given her own name. Perhaps his naming sense needed work, but it was all he could think of for the lusty seductress dressed in rabbit furs.

The goblins knew the forest but they weren’t used to moving at night. The moon provided enough light through the canopy to prevent total darkness but there was still plenty of stumbling on hidden rocks and roots, brambles that scratched, and thin limbs to catch the unwary in the face. Still the formation stayed more or less intact. The plant monsters were even more dangerous when their tentacles were indiscernible in the dark. The group stayed low, and thankfully the goblins were usually short enough to avoid the snares. Baal, however, had more of an issue. As if it wasn’t difficult enough already to keep the group moving orderly in the dark while moving through the thick brush.

Several times Suo signaled an alert bobbing to point a direction. Some times the orc could hear something else moving in the brush. But whatever else was out there seemed to be as wary of the anxious group as they were of it. Only once in their march did they find themselves in a pinch. The scouting trickster climbed a narrow tree trunk to get a better view of the terrain ahead. Unfortunately for him, the tree took offense to being so rudely awakened. Once the tree shook off goblin, it uprooted itself to follow and smash the pest. Feathers quickly jumped to the trickster’s aid, pulling out the flaming tomahawk he had ordered her to keep hidden in her inventory lest she give away the group. The juvenile treant did not like that one bit. Fire was the natural enemy of the forest. But it was also cautious to attack the flame. The goblins formed a picket line while the orc activated his miasma magic and charged a blast of dark energy.

The combination of fire and decay was too much for the creature of nature. It pulled back and the orc retreated his own forces, quickly ending the standoff. However through the gap of the tree cover the beast had vacated, the orc could see the dark shapes of larger monsters circling above. They quickly put away the torch like ax and hid back under any cover they could find.

Griffons. An entire flock of them. A large griffon would make an easy meal of the orc. Goblins would barely be considered a snack. The half eagle half lion creatures nested high on Mt Imporne and hunted the surrounding areas with impunity. They were apex predators. All the small group could do was hide and hope to go unnoticed.

Slowly and carefully the group made its way to the edge of the forest. The orc stopped them while they were still in the trees. It would be at least another hour's climb to the dungeon entrance. The moon was bright and there was no cover once they left the tree line.

They had to wait. Wait for the large predators to eat their fill and retire to their lairs. Wait for dawn if necessary. They huddled in the dark shadows, quiet and restless. The forest never truly slept. There were plenty of noises to keep them company from the creaking of trees, the skittering of small rodents and insects, and the occasional roar or howl as great beasts clashed in the dark. It was cold and damp with dew and rather miserable. But it was life.

The goblins took turns keeping watch but the orc stayed awake as well. A failed lookout had already cost them once today.

Bunny the ex-chiefess snuggled in at his side with the child. Shortly thereafter Feathers joined him at his other side. He thought it uncharacteristic of the barbarian to initiate the intimate contact, but her goal was quickly apparent as she hissed at the other female and tried to push her away in a display of dominance. A display Baal quickly put an end to. Those two would need to settle their differences eventually but they weren’t going to drag him into it and they certainly weren’t going to start a fight that would put him at risk.

The ex chiefess fell asleep quickly, exhausted from the days events. The barbarian held on longer but eventually she too succumbed to sleep. Whether it was stamina or will, the orc remained awake as the two dreamily snuggled against him. Suo sat in his lap, gently rocking his daughter on its squishy surface. The orc listened to the night noises and snoring goblins and watched as the large shadowy shapes of other great monsters crossed the exposed rock of the mountain in the moonlight. The griffons too eventually found prey and swarmed some poor creature before returning to their mountain nests. Still he waited for the first signs of light in the dark sky before he lead the group on the final leg of their journey.

The sky turned from black to purple and just as the first orange rays joined the dawn, they reached his dungeon doors. He was greeted with a new fame pop up. More points for the vendetta against him and adventurers taking a quest featuring him. He wasn’t happy about it, but seeing as how he didn’t have a choice about it, he would at least put the points to good use. There was also another welcome on his doorstop. A small pile of stones had been left as some sort of... offering? Threat?

He took what was in front of him and pushed open the doors.

The inside of the dungeon appeared undisturbed. The reaction of the nine surviving adult goblins was much like the barbarian’s had been before them: shock, awe, and more than a little fear. However Feathers now showed no signs of her earlier discomfort with the strange architecture or massive drop in the central spire. Instead she put on a facade of bored indifference as the other goblins struggled to take in the dungeon.

However the orc was tired and cranky and in no mood to play host or tour guide.

“If you want to stay, you’ll work!” He barked as he lead the troop down to the second level.

The goblins were wary of the twin dust golems still pounding away at the training ground construction. Baal ignored them and turned instead to the archway across the large circular room from the workshop hallway.

“This is your home now. My dungeon. Everything here goes by my command,” he tapped the construction options as he talked.

Stone was plentiful but ore and wood were still in short supply. First he spent eight stone and an ore to place another medium hallway like the one across the way. Just as the other hall, this one has two doors on either side. The first door to the left and right he place a small, one room, tightly spiraling staircase. For now they were little more than place holders, but eventually they would help connect all the interior floors between the greater core levels. The next door to the right he placed an armory. This was a much larger room and actually wrapped around the staircase room so that the side had a second door that opened into the main spire floor. The stone cost wasn’t much at ten units, but the seven units of ore and fifteen of wood were more than he cared to spend at the moment, so he left it as a blueprint and moved to the final door on the left. The barracks was a long spartan room that the description claimed would hold a dozen followers. Even more stone, wood, a few units of ore, and two animal hides were required. Adding the barracks to the blueprint, he turned to the end of the hallway and placed a duplicate hallway to double its length. Both doors in the right would this time be occupied by the massive two story mess hall. This room apparently had facilities for cooking as well as all the necessary seating. The resource cost was equally huge, twenty units apiece of stone, wood, and ore. That room alone cost more than he currently had in inventory so it was also left pending. Finally the two new doors on the left each received new barracks. It was more space than the goblins needed even if they refilled their numbers for the seven dead. But there was already friction between Bunny and Feathers. Goblins were somewhat intelligent creatures but ruled by their passions. He didn’t want things to boil over in a crowded space, and since the system seemed to be encouraging him to expand, he would do just that.

“Who is best at building huts?” He asked the assembled goblins who had watched in confusion as he pushing at the air.

“Me good!” The blue green haired Bunny stepped forward.

“No, your job now is to manage the tribe for me and care for our child. Who else?”

When no other goblins seemed eager to volunteer he picked two of the generic looking ones at random.

“Congratulations, you two are now builders!” He showed them how to tap the archway to move the status bar. “Do you have tools? It will make things much faster and easier.”

They turned out their personal inventories. They had crude stone knives, their weapons, and even a couple of crudely whittled spoons.

“Had hammer,” Bunny admitted, “but lost. No make hut.”

“Dee-ough!” The goblin’s helpfully reminded him.

Oh dear gods, please don’t let them start that again. He thought to himself. He also thought it best not to bring out the hammer conveniently tucked away in his own inventory.

“Fine, you two tap for now. The rest come with me.”

He lead the group around the large opening in the center of the room and to the workshops. Picking another random goblin, he made him stand in front of the smithing table. He walked the new smith through the crafting menu, showing him how to select a recipe and tap to forward progress. Of particular interest right now were the stone tools: hammers, axes, and picks.

Of course it cost more wood and stone to make the tools. He showed the goblins how to watch the dungeon inventory and explained the plan. Make the stone tools and split into groups. Some would stay and build, the rest would take the new axes and return to the forest to harvest trees or take the picks up the mountain to harvest stone and ore, especially ore, he impressed upon them. Then with the new resources they could continue to build up the dungeon while making better, ore based tools which would aid building and harvesting even better. In addition they would also have to craft better weapons and armors to hunt for food and survive the monsters that may hunt them while gathering. His benevolent gift was the opportunity, the rest they would do for themselves.

He left the smith crafting two new stone hammers for the builders and then went to the blank end of this workshop hallway. First he extended a blueprint to double the length of the current hall. The first door to the left was placed the new trap workshop. He left the second door blank for now and placed another of the large store room in the two doors to the right. Since the next step in the dungeon would be having the goblins harvest enormous amounts of resources he extended the storeroom back and around the existing stores, once constructed it would join the storehouse, effectively quadrupling the storage space. At the end of the new hallway he placed a short four-way intersection. He didn’t have any additional plans for the workshop area as of yet, but thinking ahead, he didn’t want to extend too far in one direction without leaving himself path options.

Leaving the workshop space he stopped at the builders to give them instructions. He wanted the mess hall built first, that meant constructing the two hallways that lead to it. After that was at least one of the barracks, then whatever waiting construction on this level they had the resources for. Then he instructed the golems to ignore the other rooms once they finished the training area and to focus on the cave labyrinth.

With the orders given he was finally ready for sleep himself. As he started up the stairs the ex chiefess and five remaining goblins again tried to follow him.

“Enough,” he bellowed. This wasn't a parade.

He left Bunny in charge of the goblins. It was still her job to keep them in line and out of trouble. Otherwise, until new tools were ready for harvesting, he didn’t really care what they did. Eat, sleep, fight, or fuck; just so long as they left him alone.

Feathers gave the goblin leader a meaningful look as she followed their master up the stairs to his room. Suo had seemed happy with the new companions/play things. The slime had rushed around with the goblin group, carefully examining each of them, but now it also bounced along behind its master leaving the group behind.

Baal was tired and hungry. When he reached his suite he unequiped everything except for his pants and sat in one of the chairs facing the fire. He took the remaining piece of meat the skeleton had cooked the previous morning and ripped off a chunk with his bare hands. Due to the magic that was the inventory system it was still hot and the smell was quickly aggravating his hunger. He tossed a piece to the barbarian but waved her off when she tried to speak. He wasn’t in the mood for more conversation.

“Suo” The slime chirped.

At first he thought it was begging for food, but then he noticed the guest waiting at the door. Bunny was holding Ash and looking at him expectantly.

“Noise hurt baby,” she explained.

The goblins were rowdy enough but it was true the golems produced an exceptional amount of bizarre noise while they worked.

“Fine,” he conceded, pointing at the vacant chair. “Sit.”

This time Bunny gave Feathers a pointed look as she walked past and climbed into the oversized chair. There was enough room for her to sit and lay the wrapped baby beside her. Her legs didn’t even reach the floor. Baal handed her the piece of meat he had been eating and pulled the last chunk out of inventory for himself.

“Why you...?” She started to ask but he lifted his hand to stop her.

Instead the group ate in silence, just the noises of their own chewing, the crackling fire, and the slime sucking up bits and juices that fell to the floor.

Once he was done he allowed the slime to absorb the grease from his hands. The little thing was proving to be the most useful and versatile of all his followers. He still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to bring in the goblin tribe but right now he was too tired to care. He took a moment to caress his daughter’s pudgy cheeks then unequiped his pants and collapsed onto the comfortable bed.

Unfortunately as he rolled over the two goblin women were already rushing forward. Bunny, being slightly closer, made it to the bed first, but as she moved to his side Feathers finally caught up and pulled her out of the way. A wrestling match ensued as they exchanged shoves and insults. If his mood were different the two fur clad attractive goblin women fighting over him might have been a pleasant entertainment; however, this morning he was having none of it.

“Shut Up!” He screamed as he sat upright.

The two women stopped mid grapple and stared at him in shock. The baby still in the chair began to cry.

“You both serve me! Shut up! Stop fighting!”

He stared hard at them as they disengaged from one another, refusing to meet his gaze. He really wasn’t in the mood for this today, but he had to assert his dominance now and nip this thing between them in the bud.

“Strip!” He commanded them.

Bunny blushed but immediately began shedding her rabbit fur clothes. Feathers was more stubborn.

“But..” she began before he cut her off.

He grabbed the smaller goblin and **** her over his nude lap.

Smack

His hand came sown hard on her toned fur covered ass.

“No!” She pleaded.

Smack Smack Smack

Every time she moved, objected, or begged another meaty palm met her butt. He only relented once she realized it was futile and ceased her resistance.

Her exposed cheeks and thighs were already dark and bruised as she stood and joined the waiting nude Bunny.

Bunny was somehow even softer and rounder looking than he remembered. Her breasts were plump and swelled. Her large dark nipples were moist with milk.

He sat on the edge of the bed facing them. The difference in height left his exposed crotch conveniently near their heads.

“Work together and suck!” He ordered.

Bunny immediately took in his tip and began working her tongue. Feathers closed her eyes as she slowly moved forward. He didn’t wait. He grabbed her by her hair and **** her head forward. He took the other goblins head as well and guided them both up and down the sides of his hardening shaft. He held their heads over the crown of his cock, forcing their tongues to touch and mingle as they pleasured him. Bunny was still the much more eager of the two. She made no distinction as she slathered her saliva over them both. Feathers still held back, but every few minutes as her lack luster effort waned he would put more **** into his grip and she would pick up the pace again. However she still made no effort to disguise the disgusted noises she made even as the other female purred over his cock.

Only when his cock had grown to its full length and was well coated with goblin saliva, he picked the two women up and threw them in the bed. Feathers landed first, face up. Then Bunny on top of her, green ass up so the two faced one another.

“You only exist to serve me! Don’t fight! Kiss!”

He pushed Bunny’s face down, forcing their mouths together, even as he slid his large cock between them. Their small pussies sandwiching him nicely.

Again Bunny eagerly obeyed as Feathers grimaced and fought back. The ex-chiefess peppered the barbarian’s tightly closed mouth with little kisses. She probed and licked as his thick member parted their lower lips and caused her to gush more fluids, coating them all.

“What do you want?” He questioned.

“Please take me sir!” Bunny wailed.

“Just finish, let me go!” Feathers bitterly complained.

He rewarded Bunny’s honesty by pulling back from between them and sliding fully into her puffy lips.

“Fuuuck” she screamed.

“Whore! Slut!” Feathers taunted the other goblin. “Stupid. Orc slut!”

Baal was not gentle. This wasn’t about sexual desire, it was putting them both in their place. He pounded hard against the female goblins tiny bubble ass, forcing her to collide with the more muscular female under her. Her thick honey drooled from her snatch onto the other goblin. The **** of his pounding pushed their breasts together even as her nipples leaked and coated them in more fluids. Feathers continued to insult Bunny but she was too far gone to hear or even care. He could feel her inner walls churning as she squirted another orgasm.

“Yes,” he agreed with his minion. “She is a slut. A perfect orc slut! So much better than you!”

Bunny convulsed again at the degradation and feeling of his perfect long cock pulling free from her tight tunnel.

“You’re a bad slut!” He looked at Feathers over the shoulder of the collapsed Bunny. “Aren’t you?”

“Me not slut!”

She could disagree but she was trapped and couldn’t move. Nor could she see what he was doing, but she could feel it. The large firm tip of his cock parting her outer pussy lips, teasing the small hard button that was her clit.

“Bad slut” he corrected her as he rubbed.

“No-oooooo”

Her denial lost credibility as it turned into a cry of pleasure as he inched forward. He marveled at how different they felt inside. He pulled out until it was just the tip.

“Me not”

He drove forward.

“Meee noooot”

And out.

“Nooooooootttt”

Her wailing denials matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Not what?” He taunted.

“Sluuu”

The female on top had regained some of her senses and rejoined them. Small green fingers went to work on the barbarian’s clit as her tongue latched on to a tiny rock hard nipple.

“uuuut”

“Ooh, bad slut!” Bunny grinned from her perch on the stronger woman’s breasts and moved up.

This time when the ex-chiefess locked lips in the barbarian there was no refusal. Their tongues met and dueled instead of trading barbs. Feathers kept mumbling the word slut like it had become her new mantra. When her orgasm hit, she clamped like a vice on his intruding member. It didn’t matter how wet and lubricated she had become, there was no relaxing to her tight tunnel. He had to stop as she rode her high, fearing he would cause real damage if he **** himself free.

When he was able to pull free, he rolled the chiefess over so the two were side by side. Their mouths quickly found one another once more as he stared down at the slimy soaked mess of saliva, milk, and girl cum. For the first time since he had built his dungeon, he took his manhood in hand to finish himself. The two goblin females continued to make out, their hands exploring one another, as he took in the sight and fisted his slick cock. With a final grunt he erupted and covered the two in his seed. Their hands massaged in his thick gooey load, mixing it with the mess already coating them. Bunny shuddered in another small climax. Feathers sighed happily. He pulled them both up and off the fur piled bed.

“Go! Clean! Build! Hunt!” He ordered the women even as they were still swooning.

Then he collapsed into the bed himself for a well deserved rest.