Time among the Tribe

It had been a month since Venus had agreed to stay with the goblins, half of her promised time among them seeming to have gone by in a blur.

It was a particularly warm day, this morning, made only that much warmer by the activity that Venus had currently been undergoing. Hot breath issued from her soft lips each time she lowered herself down towards the bed, her lovely breasts bouncing slowly in an almost hypnotic rhythm with her as she made love to her goblin mates. There were two of them currently in her hut, both brothers. There was broad-shouldered (for a goblin) Phaku, one of the tribe's most gifted hunters, and wiry Yorta, who did not share his brother's affinity for the hunt, but made up for it in gathering edible plants and fruits.

Yorta nestled his thin but surprisingly soft body against her back, and he had been more than happy to nestle his manhood within the tight confines of Venus' deliciously heart shaped rump. He panted and groaned with sheer, unmitigated, joy as he plundered her backside and brought sweet whimpering moans from the human female. Phaku, on the other handed, rested beneath her firm body, hands clutching her hips possessively as he thrust deeply into her womanhood, his hips striking against the sensitive nub of flesh that was her clitoris each time he did so, making her cry out blissfully.

It had been a month, 30 days since Venus had joined the tribe and had begun to learn all that she could about the Martuk. 30 days of learning the history and the traditions of the Firebrand tribe, but more importantly 30 days of servicing the tribesmen. Her first night in the forest with them had been somewhat humiliating for her, but after a few days in their company, in her bed, she had allowed her inhibitions to fall away, to no longer hold her back as she savored the ambrosia-like pleasures that her tribesmen offered her.

She had been exhausted after that first night of sharing her body with so many men, allowing them to satisfy themselves inside of her. However, after the shaman had given her the markings, she found her energy increased a great deal, as well as her ability to withstand the desires of so many men. More than that, though, her pleasure had increased, the first morning she had awoken to her duty to receive the tribe's seed, she had discovered just how much she could enjoy this mating ritual and the goblin men who seemed to desire her so.

So many men, in fact, that she had had trouble trying to recognize them all. However, she found the time to do so, taking them one at a time and learning about them as she pleasured them, be it with her hungry lips and tongue, the glistening wet folds of her womanhood, or the puckered rosebud of her anus. Within the third week, she knew all of her mates by name, finding pleasure not only in their bodies but also in their company, discovering that while they were not human, they still had desires and hopes and dreams of their own, many of which rested in Venus' hands.

She did her best to avoid the females of the tribe who looked upon her with contempt and disgust. Venus knew full well that it was simply jealousy on their part that another woman had so captivated their men. But she could not escape their attention forever. When she was not in her hut being mated, she was walking through the village and learning as much as she could about the tribe and its customs. Of course, her mating duties did also extend outside the hut, and the village guards were allowed to couple with her whenever they desired.

All in all, Venus could not say that she had regretted promising to help the tribe, to help give them a half-goblin child, but she knew that she would have to leave eventually. There was still the matter of her **** against Lycaon. Despite the pleasures of this life, of which there had been many, it was not an easy thing to set aside ****. Saraf had understood this too when she spoke to him, the shaman becoming something of a confidant that she could share her thoughts and feelings with.

With a cry of sheer ecstasy, Venus reached her peak, arching her back in orgasmic delight. The bright sunlight that shone through her hut made her glisten beautifully, almost seeming to make her perfect body glow. Phaku and Yorta followed suit, releasing their seed into her body before finally collapsing back, panting for a few moments as they regained their strength. With a small **** sigh, Venus pulled away, allowing their green lengths to slip free and begin to soften.

The brothers climbed from her bed, thanking her for her service to the tribe before leaving. As soon as they left, Saraf entered. He had not been among the goblins that were sent to her hut each morning to mate her. Despite his position within the tribe, he was an elder goblin and so was seen as somewhat unfit to attempt the mating ritual. He began to speak, clearly here on some form of business, but Venus was still heady with desire, pulling the shaman to her bed.

His loincloth was pulled away, the goblin looking down in sheer surprise as the shadow hunter wasted no time in taking him into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she found herself savoring the flavor of him on her tongue, slurping and sucking audibly upon his meat, her hunger for the man almost insatiable at this point. The shaman had done so much for her after her arrival, it was only fair that she repay him. Her chocolate brown hair, glowing in the warm sunlight, covered Saraf's hips as her head bobbed up and down, coaxing him onward until he finally reached climax.

She drank deeply of his seed, finding it tangy and rich and her body responding only in its desire for more. Rising up, she dropped her hips and let out a coo of anxious need as he filled her. While Saraf was older than the other goblins, he proved to be far more virile.

There were other goblins that were pleasured that day, though many of them had wondered why Saraf's visit had taken so long, or why he had seeming so tired. Venus only smiled in response before taking them into her bed, and into her.