Of course, the quickest way to the heart is through the stomach.

Your stomach's growl and watering mouth has already made the decision for you, as before you can stop yourself you have already climbed onto the cart to inspect your lunch. A few delicious looking cooked hams and an amphora with a sweet smelling wine had caught your attention before they were whisked away by your impatient grasp. With your collection of meats and wines you moved to a fallen log before making yourself comfy with your back against the log, a position in which you can enjoy your marvelous meal.

The first few bites tasted like nothing you have eaten before, a meal fit for a king, washed down with the sweetest of wine conjuring the faintest taste of blueberry on your tongue. By your sixth bite you start to feel a slight heaviness in your limbs, but your appetite is yet to be sated and you continue with your feast. It is only after you finished the amphora and the first cut of ham that you realize that this gift may have been too good to be true as the effort in lifting your limbs have become agonizing. That's when you heard the soft cackling behind your log, however you were too sedated to even turn your head to find the culprit.

"Khe-khe-khe, yous pinkears are toos easy too tricks. Yous didn't even wonders why yummy foods was lefts all alones. A simples illusionary spells I casts and yous fell for my traps like baby. But nows I can plays with yous for as long as I wants." This voice certainly belonged to a female and you had no illusion that this was the goblin bounty you were seeking. If only you had not eaten the sedated food you may even have been able to capture her, but now you were at her mercy. As she walked around the log you sat against and came into view, you moved the one body part you still had control of, your eyes, in order to study this little intruder.

She stood at a very short 3 foot 2" with skin as green as the grass in spring, her body covered in tight tattered rags that barely hid an inch of skin. Her short stature did not make her unsightly, but highlighted the voluptuous curves of her hips and buttocks. Her breasts would fill a big man's hands and her long brown hair tied in pigtails with her small button nose would give the impression of innocence, if it was not for her calculating yellow eyes and a mischievous smile highlighted with two rows of small pointed teeth.

"Ohhhs don't yous worries little pinkears, yous will feels much betters in an hours or twos, the berries I mades yous eats will only makes your body sleepys for a bits. But nows I wants some funs." As she said these last words she started to disrobe, drawing your eyes to the beautiful full breasts you marveled at, tipped with two tiny dark green areolas with nipples standing proud as mountains, a sight which made your blood hot and gave your pecker a good rush of blood.

"Khe-khe-khe, did yous come to camps in the woods? I sees yous brought yours own tents. Wells maybes we cans plays with yours tents later. I've also broughts my tents..." And with that she pulled down her tattered shorts, revealing her "tents" to be quite large for her size, being around 7" and so thick you couldn't wrap your hand around it. It had the same light green tint as her skin, except the mushroom tip which had a dark green color similar to her areolas and nipples. Her two grapefruit sized light green balls hung right beneath, they looked very swollen, a small hint at what was to come. She slowly walked towards you, swaying her hips from side to side, a walk which would have looked very feminine if it wasn't for the 7" monster she wanted to introduce to you. She came within inches of your face and looked down into your eyes with that mischievous smile before lowering one hand to your chin and slightly opening your jaw.

"I saws yous likes meats, yous may likes my meats mosts of all." She said while slowly sliding her girl-dick through your lips until she hit the back of your throat. Without a moments hesitation she put her hands on the side of your head and started to thrust in and out, hitting the back of your throat without mercy, only getting the first 4" insider your mouth until she has to pull out.

"Yous have a tights mouth, pinkears, lets me sees if your throats as tights toos," and with that she lifted your chin until she had a clear line down your throat before stuffing all 7" of her goblin knob down your throat, then pulling back out and repeating the exercise. The sound of her slapping her balls against your chin with every thrust was heavy in the air. You did not imagine this morning you would be forcefully deepthroating a tiny goblin, but reality can be quite unpredictable. As she took your head into her hands and pushed and pulled your mouth up and down her shaft, her eyes closed and she tilted her head to the sky, tiny moans escaping her lips as she quickly introduced you to the taste of goblin dick, which in all honesty is a little salty. Although it's a battle for air between each thrust and tears are streaming from your eyes, giving you the classic "throat-sorely-fucked" look, you might be starting to like being treated as a goblin fuckhole. That is until she suddenly slides out of your throat with an audible *pop* and looks at you with another of her mischievous expressions.

"Well pinkears, I thinks my gob-dicks wets enoughs nows, I hopes yours girly butts is as tights as yours throats..." She placed her hands under your arms and picked you up before turning you over the log with your belly facing down and your curvy ass in the air. She wasted no time sliding your pants down and bringer her tongue to your exposed rosebud, pushing her rough tongue deep inside you. As she worked you into a nice lubricated state you knew there was nothing you could do, you were completely under her control, brought low, litteraly, by your love of wine and food. Her hands started to kneed and stretch your butt cheeks, exposing your tight rosebud to her tender love and care. With a smack on your ass you knew she was satisfied with her work as she started to move her invasive green intruder to your most sensitive of areas.

"Khe-khe-khe, I haves been storing a lots of cummies for yours tummys pinkears, yous will looks pregnants when I'm done with yous." A sudden pressure at your entrance clears any thoughts you had of going back with a bounty today, as she slowly penetrated you, shoving the first inches of her thick gob-dick through your ring. Even though your body is sedated, the slightest slutty moan escaped your lips as her buttbreaker rubbed against your prostate, opening your ass to an all-out goblin invasion. Two tiny hands gripping your wide hips tell you this is merely the begin as she pistons in and out of your poor abused hole, stretching in order to suck in more and more of your new friend. Very soon you feel the unmistakable sensation of her grapefruit sized gonads slapping against your rump in a steady rhythm, announcing the next cycle of butt thumping loving she is providing with gusto, not that it needs announcing as the repeated pressure on your belly tells you exactly when she is buried to the hilt.

"Ohhhhss this butts mades for messs pinkears, yous soo tights. Yous mights want to gets ready, I'm goings to fills yous ups," a warning echoed by the swelling of her shaft, buried 7" deep in your colon. As she gives a final deep thrust and puts her hands around your waist holding you close, you have no doubt as to the origins of the warm filling feeling in your belly. So filling in fact that you can count every individual spurt from her cock just by the way it hits your insides with ****. After about the fifteenth rope painting your colon white you notice the warm feeling leaking from your abused ring and making a puddle between your legs, a puddle you know will be growing by the second. She did not lie when she claimed to be pent up as your belly is certainly starting to swell to accommodate the multitudes of baby batter blasted into you. Whether you have been stuck like this for fifteen minutes or an hour, you aren't quite sure, but the tiny body with her hot breasts pressed against your back is quite relaxed and the gob-dick in your gut hasn't been pulled out. The strain of your throat- and ass fucking has certainly taken it's toll on you and you drift off to a dreamless sleep.

Waking up a few hours later, still lying on the log, you notice the sedative has worn off and waste no time sliding down the log into the puddle of goblin cum previously deposited in your butt. There is no sign of your goblin friend and the sun has already started to hang quite low in the sky. A quick glance at your money pouch confirms you are 5 Crowners shorter, but at least you had a deposit of some sorts today. After a quick stop behind a tree to relieve yourself of the majority of cum in your gut, you pull up your pants and make for home, to the safety of Garto. Hopefully tomorrow will be a more lucrative day.