Choose the path through the gnome tunnels

The gnome tunnels would be the quickest and shortest path to the druid commune. The goblins seem nervous when you state your intent. Glaw silences Dai and Madoc's muttering and assures you that they will follow where you lead.

You descend from the mountains in the direction of the dangerous swampland. You can see the huge willow tree forest spanning the valleys and flats and hear the calls of the swamp birds. You are headed towards the deep mire, where the swamp becomes impassable and dangerously bottomless. This area is best avoided by even experienced travelers, but your map marks the location of the entrance to the gnome tunnels. If they are still intact these will take you beneath that deadly deep. All you have to do is search the grassy hills just before the land slips into the deep mire.

This is much more difficult than you might have guessed. You search stands of trees and fight off swarms of biting insects for most of the morning. Overturned logs are lifted aside and rock piles are dug through, yet you cannot locate the entrance. You and the three goblins are nearly ready to give up when little Dai yelps with surprise. You turn to see that he has fallen in the tall grass. He stands and you survey what has ensnared his leg. You nearly leap for joy when you realize it is the cracked seal of the gnome tunnels.

The heavy iron has been levered open just wide enough to catch Dai's foot. You might have stepped in that very spot and not noticed. The door is more of a lid, like you might find for a sewer entrance in the streets of one of mankind's great cities. Glaw fetches a stout branch and together you lever open the lid with a grinding that allows light to pour in and reveal a curving staircase that disappears into the dark.

The goblins fashion torches from iron wood sticks wrapped tightly in salt grass. You are tired from the search and you set down to bask in the cool air flowing from the depths of the gnome tunnels. You eat dried meat and hard biscuits and drink a weak wine Glaw has stolen somewhere along the journey. Dai and Madoc doze against a fallen log. You smile at Glaw and lead him to a spring-fed stream that is clear and cold. You strip down and bathe before him in the icy waters, your arms prickled with gooseflesh and your nipples as hard as pebbles.

When you step dripping from the stream he takes you in his arms and you feel his hardness against your thigh. You kiss his neck, smelling his now-familiar musk as his rough hands follow your curves. He squeezes your ass and groans when your fingers wrap around the sensitive hardness of his cock. Hey lays you on your belly and drags fingertips from the nape of your neck down across your damp back and to the soft mounds of your ass. He parts your thighs and moves in above you, guiding his hard prick to your moist and ready cunt. You turn your hips and push up against him, moaning as he fills you with his throbbing meat.

Glaw's thrusts are deep and purposeful. He never slows or relents nor does he grow frantic or uneven. His pounds his cock into you at a steady pace, his thighs slapping down against your ass and his cock spearing into your aching slit. You squeeze him and can feel every ridge and vein in his cock. His breath is hot on your neck. You turn your head to the side and look at him from one eye. He grins, baring uneven teeth and grunting with each downward stroke. You push up to meet him, skewering yourself on his manhood. You cum, gazing back at him, moaning and clenching around his hard cock.

That stiff prick swells inside you. Soon enough Glaw groans and announces his own orgasm. You thrust back, squeezing him, milking his cock until it explodes deep inside your cunt. You feel the liquid warmth spurting from his cock and pouring into your womb. You feel each spasm as he pumps another scalding rope of cum into your depths. When he has finished he lays heavily on your back, his cock still inside you and still twitching from orgasmic aftershocks. He has fully softened by the time he rolls off of your back.

You each wash in the stream before dressing and returning to the camp. Dai and Madoc are still snoring softly. You could have a bit of fun with the two scrawny goblins, let them sleep and have more fun with Glaw, catch some sleep yourself, or begin your descent into the gnome tunnels.