Travel due east through the barren mountains with your party

The trek up the Dragon's Spines is exhausting and perilous, even with the goblins helping you climb. They are skilled climbers, particularly Dai and Madoc, the two smaller goblins. Realizing that you are slowing the progress, Glaw graciously takes over your pack and your equipment.

After four brutal days of climbing you reach a valley that runs between the tallest of the Dragon's Spines. This will, at the very least, present you with a few days of travel less dangerous than climbing sheer rock faces.

The air is thin within the high valley, and what little plant life there is seems to be more acclimated for a desert than an evergreen forest. To the north and south are the tallest of the Dragon's Spines, dusty tan mountains capped with snowy peaks and sprinkled with a few pines.

Within the arid valley the thin air has somehow produced an odd heat that fatigues you late in the afternoon of each day. You can do no more than travel until a few hours before dusk and then collapse on the chalky earth. The two smaller goblins have an easier time of it and at Glaw's instruction they dig into the chalky dirt for large, pale fruits. When you crack them open they are filled with a bitter liquid that refreshes you.

The valley seems to stretch out forever. Day follows day. On the fifth you stretch out beside a slowly-moving stream and the goblins bathe you with sponge-like fungus. Dai pays particular attention to your pussy, his small fingers working nimbly at your clit until you arch your back and cry out with orgasm. You reward him by filling your mouth with his little gobling prick and tongue-bathing him until he squirts his tangy sperm into your throat. Madoc receives a similar treatment, although at the last moment he pulls back and furiously strokes himself until he covers your lips and fills your open mouth with his cum. The two smaller goblins cackle as you pose for them with your face covered in spunk.

Glaw receives your attentions that evening, a long, slow-suck that progresses into fucking like dogs over a dusty rock. You moan in pleasure and beg for him to fill you up. His hands hold your hips as he pounds away, balls smashing against your clit and thighs slapping into your soft ass. Finally, Glaw stiffens and you feel his prick swell and twitch inside your cunt.

"Give it to me!" you cry and gasp in orgasm as his fertile seed flows into your depths.

When he finishes cumming he rests against your ass, his cock still buried inside you, holding his heavy load against your cervix. When he finally withdraws his cum spills down your swollen lips and over your clit to drip in the dust.

You travel like this through the valley for what seems like weeks, pausing some afternoons to pleasure and be pleasured by your goblin companions. You keep careful track on the corner of your map so you don't lose all sense of time. Ten days you have traveled through the valley, and not a single sign of life.

No sooner have you thought this than you hear a voice call out to you. It is a human voice and you realize not far away. Three men are approaching on foot, their bodies clad in a mixture of brass banded mail and rust-flecked chain. They have the tan skins and dark eyes of men from one of the far away lands, but they speak in a familiar tongue.

"What is this? Goblins with a kept whore?" the black-bearded leader sneers and his two companions guffaw.

"You, goblin," he says, addressing Glaw, "how many silvers would you want for this ****?"

"We'll 'ave a nice night with 'er, boss," leers the leader's fat-faced companion.

"Lips like those, but she can suck you willy clean off," adds the gaunt companion with a pencil-thin mustache.

"Quiet," the leader says and then returns his attention to Glaw. "I'll give you 50 silver."

"No," Glaw says firmly.

"No?" the bearded man laughs. "The goblin says no."

The companions laugh.

"Alright," the man says, reaching for the sword at his hip. "Hand her over, then. We'll give you nothing but your lives."

All three humans ready their weapons.