Summoned by Monstergirls

It was the dawn of a new era for Bellstone castle and its inhabitants. The Demon Wars had been hard fought and hard won, in no small part due to the efforts of the Duke and the subjects in his service. At last the gears of war could be turned towards industry and the recovery of the kingdom instead of battle and destruction.

For Olbergard, Prime Mystic of the Dawnchild duchy, it meant he could sleep in. He was getting on in years, and retirement was especially appealing now that the burden of responsibility was free from his shoulders. He was free to be what he was; an old man weary of years of death and destruction. It was time to pass the baton to the next generation and watch them carry it forward.

Unfortunately for the old wizard, the luxury of a later start to his day was denied. It was still very much the earliest hours of the night when someone had triggered one of several alarm spells that protected his personal study. A burst of magical energy splashed across his magic sense, snapping him awake as surely as a bucket of cold water to the face.

Olbergard sat up sharply, blinking in the darkness of his bedchamber. His wife groaned sleepily as she sat up next to him, confusion knit in her features as she squinted in the dark.

"Bergi? Wha'swrong..?" She asked, grasping for his arm and taking hold. The candles in the room flickered to life, making them both blink.

"Someone's breaking into my study. I have to alert the guard and stop them." He gently pulled loose from her grip and slid out of bed, a robe materializing in the air next to their bed that he stepped into. Slippers appeared on his feet as he stepped around the bed, only pausing long enough to give the worried woman a reassuring kiss. "Don't fret Marni, I'll be back soon."

Marniveve, his wife, nodded reluctantly before calling after him. "Just be careful! Let the guard earn their coin!"

The old wizard just smiled and nodded as the door was shut behind him. There was a pair of guards waiting for him outside his chamber and more were already on their way to the study when Olbergard stepped out of his living quarters and into the the main hallways of the castle. Protections placed on the castle grounds, some his own design, prevented him from teleporting into a direct confrontation with whomever had the gall to break into his personal workspace. Instead he marched purposefully with his escort while younger bodies charged through the castle's stone halls to the tower where he conducted and honed his profession.

When he arrived on site, the duke's men were positioned at the large arching doors of the tower's ground floor entrance. The lieutenant on duty strode to meet him, snapping a sharp salute.

"At ease, Lieutenant. What's the situation?" The old man asked with a beckoning gesture.

The man nodded then pulled off his helmet, revealing a beardless blunt face and salted black head of hair cut close to the scalp in the military fashion. They met as Olbergard closed the distance and came to a stop in front of the imposing entrance to his tower.

"We know about as much as you do, Master Wizard. The charms you made to allow us entry don't work. The only conclusion we have is that someone of skill managed to either sabotage our charms or further enchant the doors to prevent them from working as intended."

Damn. Nodding, the wizard turned his gaze towards the door again. It would have been more reassuring if one of the charms had been stolen from the guard. At least then, whoever had broken in would probably be rummaging relatively harmlessly through his possessions and looting whatever looked the most valuable.

Now, someone with magical skill... if they were reckless, they could set off some of the more dangerous artifacts. If they were smart, they knew exactly what they were there for. But if they were stupid... well, hopefully they were smart. A smart thief would be easier to clean up after.

Raising his hands towards the door, Olbergard focused his magical awareness into the spells at work. His own were still in place, but a foreign one had been lodged in amongst them. Whoever had placed it had some measure of skill with the mystic arts, but nothing compared to his own prowess. The spell buckled, then dispersed.

"There. Your men should be able to enter now, but proceed with caution. Whoever is inside is at the very least a credible spellweaver."

The lieutenant gestured towards his men and they snapped into action, throwing open the doors and rushing shield first in groupings of four. The ground floor was a simple gathering area for Olbergard's students and guests, with stools and tables arranged for leisure activities. A set of stairs spiraled up and into the ceiling, where various rooms with each with their own magical focus were used to study and teach the arts to his pupils. The very top of the tower was his private study, where he kept a private collection of artifacts and keepsakes from his lifetime. A fair few of those items he kept because they were too dangerous in anyone else's hands, and he had yet devised methods for their destruction.

The old wizard followed in the wake of the guard, watching warily for more signs of foreign magic. The influence of his students was everywhere, but like a father imprints on his children, their magic drew heavily from his own. His methodology and knowledge shaped the magic he produced, which his students then inherited and built upon, making it their own. The spell on the door had been born from completely different methodology, easily setting it apart from the magics he was familiar with.

He was so busy watching for the unfamiliar when a magical trap that was all too familiar nearly incinerated the front line of guards marching ahead. Tendrils of magic had woven around the stairwell like spiderwebs, drawing upon the potency of the air to saturate the space. He had barely enough time to throw up a force shield before the spell ignited, consuming the power of the air to create an intense explosion that rattled the tower. Any other part of the castle would have succumbed immediately. The wizard tower, however, was more than stone and mortar. Olbergard groaned as the energy from the blast pressured the shield. Between himself and the tower walls, all that energy was forced to continue up higher into the tower. Where it triggered the remaining traps.

"Of all the- fuck!" Each explosion increased the strain on his spell exponentially, eating away at his personal well of mystical strength. If he were alone he might have let the shield diminish, protecting only himself and sacrificing the vulnerable furniture and structures below to minimize strain. If he did that now it would kill every man present but himself. So he endured, cursing whoever was responsible while at the same time hoping they had the sense to consider a situation like this. The tower was strong, but there were limits.

When the pressure broke, the old man groaned and dropped his arms to his sides. "Return to the ground floor, the risk is too great for any to proceed with me."

The guards were hesitant, but reluctantly withdrew, leaving Olbergard to finish the ascent alone. He was feeling his age and more by the time he reached the top, but anger kept him motivated throughout the climb. Once decorated with various paintings and tapestries, the walls were scorched and barren. At the very top of the stairs gaped a massive hole in the wall. A cloaked figure emerged a beat later from his study, burdened with a lumpy sack no doubt filled with his possessions.

Before he could react, the thief had leapt through the opening in the wall and into the open air. Olbergard rushed to the hole just in time to see the crackle of energy as one of the artifacts he'd had overwhelm the castle's protective spells and teleport the thief away.

Puffing out a breath, the old man stewed on his thoughts. Smart enough to slip through his defenses, stupid enough to use objects they didn't understand, with knowledge that reflected both his teachings and those of another. One of the rejects, then.

Olbergard sighed and headed into his study. A few of the lesser shelves had been looted, the protections on their items weak enough to have been broken into. Losses, but nothing terribly detrimental. Trouble of a very reasonable scale. Except... something was missing. Something reasonably important. Yet none of the major protection spells had been broken. Or had he...?

"Shit." Olbergard swore aloud and confirmed his suspicions with a brief sweep of the display case standing beside his desk. It was where he kept whatever projects he was presently working on. The case had everything except the scroll he'd spent the previous day preparing for Dolan, one of the wizards he'd been raising to eventually replace him.

Of all the times he could have gotten careless, it had to be with this particular magic. The Duke would need to be told. Hell, maybe word would need to be sent to the king as well. The situation had as much chance for tragedy as it did for disaster. Summoning magic had something of a will of its own in that regard, and this spell called not for beasts or elemental creatures, but for champions. Men and women from places unknown, with their own minds and motivations. It was not a spell to be cast lightly, and with the defeat of the Demon King the champions they'd already summoned had served their purpose. Summoning yet another soul would not only be wasteful, the lives of those summoned were essentially upended for no reason. Without the guidance and support from a proper benefactor, Olbergard could only imagine the outcome would end poorly for the soul caught up in an illegal summoning.

It seemed his retirement had been bumped just a little bit farther down the calendar. Damn.

***

Gadren Smythe was a man of many things. Most of them were vices, greed being one of them, laziness another. Magic was supposed to be his ticket to the good life. Power, glory, wealth and influence. Rather than the toil and sweat of the bellows like so many previous generations of Smythe, he had magic, and it was going to take him places.

Old Olbergard had started off alright, but eventually the goat just couldn't handle a man with his kind of ambition and drive. He was jealous and weak, unable to explore what magic could really do. He should have been neck deep in plunder and balls deep in slaves by now.

Instead he'd been kicked out, 'poor moral disposition' or some other such bullshit. Now he was in debt rather than riches, and the only attention his balls got were in cheap whorehouses. Cheap whorehouses in the Beastlands, no less.

It was in one of said whorehouses that he waited for his buyer. Gad had run into the man after hopping the border to ditch some particularly determined debt collectors. The Beastlands were plagued by division and banditry ever since the fall of the Demon King, whom had already conquered or subjugated most of the territory and its rulers. It was the perfect environment for crime and lawlessness. Bad luck and fucking Olbergard Helbane were the only reason he was in such company.

Gad was working his way through a pitcher of beer by himself when his buyer finally arrived. He'd started to worry he was going to be stuck with the tab when the tall figure strode in off the streets and shrugged out of his traveling cloak. Demons came in all variety since they were inclined to breed with anything strong enough to survive the encounter. This one seemed especially human, but for the slender, pointing ears and stunted ivory horns just below his silvery hairline. He dressed in simple peasant clothes but not a stitch was worn or particularly filthy. Clean shaven and handsome, he was everything Gad hated and hoped magic could one day make him be.

He was just about to get up to greet the man when a pair of grabby hands goosed his bottom and pinched around the soft flesh of his hips. He looked around then down, expecting to see one of the whores from the smaller folk trying to earn his coin. Instead it was one of the goblin women that'd been sniffing around town. She went from groping at him to pressing her plump little body against his thigh, bright yellow eyes shining in the lantern light. Like most goblin females she was all tits and ass, with skin the same shade of green as a tart apple. She was dressed in a tunic that had been repurposed into a dress, the laces loose to reveal pretty much all of her cleavage. Her nails were thick talons that were better for digging than clawing flesh, but they weren't so bad at the latter either which was one of the many reasons the Demon King had readily weaponized their race. Their inherent fertility turned a single goblin of either gender into a potential outbreak within just a few seasons time, so it'd been generally acceptable to treat the species as kill on sight. As far as Gad knew, they still existed in most civilized places. Here they were mostly a nuisance, the least of a dead warlord's many assets struggling to find a place for themselves in a post war world.

Most of them had been wiped out. Even their own allies took the opportunity to cull the species. The goblins that'd gathered in this particular town were all female and relatively harmless, but there was a general notice out that anyone caught fraternizing with intent to impregnate would be fined and possibly gelded for the trouble that would follow. It was for that reason, as well as some general dislike of such an unseemly creature that led Gad to prying her loose and shooing the little green slut away.

"Piss off ya little toad, I'm busy." He growled and she skittered away, muttering apologies and bobbing with exaggerated curtsies that jiggled her flesh. The sight made him reconsider possibly letting her give him a polish, once his business was concluded.

The demon had just reached his table, too. Perfect timing. The man smiled and he smiled back, neither of them very convincing but neither really caring if they were. Just professional courtesy.

"Good to see you Gad, not to mention the gifts you've brought with you." The demon got straight to it, declining the extra mug Gad requested with the pitcher. With a shrug the mage turned thief topped off his own.

"More for me. As for gifts, I'm afraid there are none of those here. Only merchandise. Valuable goods, artifacts and enchantments all of quality make that have been made or quality certified by Dawnchild duchy's very own Prime Mystic himself." Much as it galled him to speak so highly of his former master, he was the primary selling point for this entire scheme. It'd been during a drunken rant that Kelzius Felbrand overheard the mention of his old master. He agreed to meet again on more sober terms to work out a deal, which turned into a scheme, which would now get him paid. "Now, if you would kindly complete our transaction, we can call this endeavor a success and have enough of the evening left to enjoy the fruits of our labors."

Kelzius bobbed his head in silent acquiescence then retrieved a sack of coins seemingly from the inside of his shirt sleeve. What appeared slight of hand Gad knew to be magic, the faint sense of active sorcery barely detectable even to him. These demon mages were something else. Nothing compared to real human sorcery, but it was worthy of recognition. It'd been demon magic that allowed him to breech the tower defenses undetected, though there had been no getting into the study without triggering the alarm. Not that he really needed demon magic, but it muddied the trail, which was the main reason he used it.

"Three hundred gold laurels, a hundred silver talons, and two guild vouchers worth as much in credit... so long as the merchandise works as previously advertised." Despite the salesman persona the demon projected, he was still reluctant to let go of the coin purse once it had been slid across the table to Gad. In return he offered his oiliest smile and slid the sack under the table to rest against Kelzius' shin.

"Everything and more." He started to reach inside his vest where the scroll was hidden, then quickly shifted into an anxious scratch of his armpit. The damn thing was gone. Had he dropped it? No, not likely.

While the demon took a moment to poke through some of the pilfered magical objects, Gad used the opportunity to quickly scan around the room. No scroll, but something else was missing too. That goddamned goblin. That scroll wasn't just icing on an already tasty cake. It was the cake. Some of the things he'd grabbed were certainly valuable, but the demon had been keen on summoning magic in particular.

"Something wrong, Gadren?" The demon interrupted his thoughts, his tone uncomfortably suggestive. When he met the man's gaze there was a subtle edge of suspicion he didn't care for.

"What? Nothing. Just a little annoyed. Think that goblin had mites." He scratched again where she'd rubbed up on him. "Anyways, I think we're done here. Pleasure doing business with you, my good demon."

They both stood. Gad fished out a few silver talons to bounce in his palm on the way to the receptionist, the rest tucked into the crook of his arm. They both exchanged a nod as the demon paid the waitress, retrieved his cloak, then departed into the night.

For a moment he struggled with the decision to either chase down the goblin now, or get his dick wet and do it tomorrow instead. It wasn't a lengthy struggle- but he'd given it a little thought at least. The goblin wouldn't be smart enough to know what to do with the spell- she'd probably try to trade it for coin somewhere. Or maybe dick, they were always keen for a chance to get knocked up. That was their whole identity after all. The goblin could wait till tomorrow. Tonight he had money, close proximity to whores, booze, and a bed. Decision neatly made and justified, he put the rest out of his mind.

***

"Jeez, what an intro." Lucas sighed as he mashed the button on the controller, trying to will the game to progress faster through the lengthy cut scene plaguing the beginning. For a game with pixelated graphics and cartoonish art style it took itself surprisingly seriously at times. He might have taken his time if he hadn't already watched it during the demo plays available online. Instead he'd whetted his appetite for digital adventure on spoilers and was ready to get to the good stuff.

Video game adventures were some of the only ones he could enjoy. At nineteen, he had already graduated high school and most of his time was spent delivering pizza. The money was pretty good, but not move out on your own good, so he still came back to his parent's home every night where he lived the basement dweller life. He'd never had a girlfriend outside of a few hand holding situations when he was a kid, his social group had been reduced to a few people he played video games with online, and the future just looked... bleak. It was hard to find joy or optimism outside the covers of a book or without a controller in his hands.

That's why he was so looking forward to this new game. It had romance-able characters, fast paced combat, deep lore and story to delve into, all wrapped up in a typical fantasy setting. What more could he ask for?

The cut scene finally faded out, leaving him with a black screen. Words began to scroll along the bottom as the next phase began, then abruptly winked out, leaving the screen black once more.

"Hah?" Lucas gawped at the screen and mashed the buttons on his controller a few times. Nothing. Wait, not nothing.

A white symbol began to glow at the center of the television screen. He had a moment of relief, until he remembered how the next scene was supposed to start. Instead of dialogue appearing with a wizened old soldier that started your character customization phase, more unfamiliar symbols appeared in front of him. Was it some kind of bug? They had a hieroglyphic quality that reminded him of Japanese Kanji, or something you'd find on an Egyptian sarcophagus. Symbols most fantasy fiction pulled inspiration from when creating their own lettering.

It wasn't until the bulb flickering overhead brightened, then popped loudly with its demise that he realized something truly strange was happening. Pitched into darkness, the glowing rune symbols remained. Without the light, he was able to see that they weren't just on the screen. They were appearing all around him, little glowing symbols lighting up on his pillow, on the clothes hamper, the floor, the wall. His desk and even his little gallon fish tank had a white light setting the water and the beta inside aglow.

"Ohhh... shit." Lucas stood, recognizing this particular trope with wide eyes. Someone was pranking him spectacularly for sure, though how or why he didn't know. It was real enough looking to make him nervous despite the confidence he had in it not being so.

"Alright, ha ha, very funny Dad. You ah, really outdid yourself with this one." His father had pulled the occasional prank, but nothing -this- elaborate. If not him though, who else could even remotely come close? Had he managed to fall into the crosshairs of some prank streamer with the kind of cash and follower count to make this happen?

When Lucas rose to his feet, ready to confront an as yet unseen prankster, everything got that much freakier. The symbols appearing around his room snapped towards him in unison, making him jump. Each one stopped, perfectly arranged beneath him in a spiral of symbols that rotated steadily beneath him. He took a few nervous steps and a hop, trying to avoid them, but they settled underfoot wherever he moved into a perfect corkscrew formation. Soon it was bright enough to see the whole room, lit in the white glow of the lettering.

It wasn't his proudest moment when the light completely engulfed him, so bright that he screamed the first thing to pop into his mouth. "Mooooo-!" He felt the ground drop out from beneath his feet, followed by an abrupt fall into nothingness. The basement went silent as its only occupant vanished.

"Oooom!" Lucas finished screaming as his feet touched down on solid ground. His legs wobbled like jello before giving out, flailing in an awkward effort to catch himself. He succeeded in sprawling awkwardly into a bed of wet grass, limbs splayed out as he tried to cling to reality itself. Eyes that had been squeezed shut peeked slowly open, revealing a night sky full of stars. Not floorboards and support beams, but unobstructed midnight sky.

He lay there very still, trying to make sense of what had just happened, when a voice chimed from somewhere nearby. "It worked, Braga! Hahaaa it worked!"

A noncommittal groan answered, at which point Lucas sat up. His vision swam as he did, bringing on a wave of dizziness. How long had he been falling? It'd seemed like a few seconds that'd been stretched into eternity.

He blinked hard several times, looking around slowly. There was no basement, no house with a stairwell his mother could come peek her head down to ask if he was alright. No Dad waiting to chuckle and poke at him with perfectly timed 'Gotcha!' Just a small clearing, out in the woods.

"I thought it was supposed to be our champion? That's a human. Not even a very big one!" It was a different voice from the first, a little more growl in an otherwise higher pitched feminine voice. Both sounded as if the air had a hint of helium in it.

When his gaze swung to follow the sound, he was forced to blink several times. First for the brightness of the light the torch one of them held cast, but more so because neither of the people talking were human.

They were built like humans of course, albeit much shorter in stature. It was the large, spade shaped ears and bright yellow eyes, set against skin that was clearly green that set them apart. After what he'd just experienced, his rational mind was trying to both settle on a normal explanation while presenting him with the reality that was in front of him now. The two women stared at him with open interest, though the one holding the torch looked either unimpressed or skeptical. Each was dressed as he'd expect of a bar maiden or a tavern wench, with plain cotton blouses and skirts that clung to their plump figures, bound with leather straps and large buttons. The one holding the torch had her dark curly hair tied up in a bun, while the other let her locks fall loose and wild around her shoulders. They were both attractive, though the one that was smiling pulled his focus. She seemed the friendlier of the two, but it also didn't hurt that her top pushed her hefty cleavage to maximum effect.

Overall Lucas found himself at a loss for words as the two goblin women continued their conversation.

"Well, maybe that's because it was a human who made the magic? Either way, we got one! Male, too!" She began to stride closer, then slowly circled him in a clear inspection. "I don't think he's that small, he's just young! That's definitely better, right?! And the color... have you ever seen a human with fox colors? Is that just the light, or does he look orange to you?"

It was a bizarre experience, being examined like a new pet. She smiled and raised her hand, wiggling her fingers with a friendly energy that was overtly flirtatious. Once she had completed her circuit and stood before him, much closer than before, she said something slowly in a language he couldn't place. When he did nothing but stare at her, her smile faltered just a smidgen before she tried again. She took a step closer, clasping her hands together in a way that pressed her biceps into the sides of her breasts. They may have been green, but as the saying goes, tits are tits. His eyes were forced to dive into that abundance of cleavage, snap a mental photo, then leap as fast as they could back to her luminous gaze. She spoke again, amusement curling at the corners of her mouth as she repeated the phrase that was just as incomprehensible as the first time she had said it.

"I'm absolutely certain there was something wrong with that scroll. I think you just summoned a simpleton, Tasha." The stern one sighed as she came to stand beside the one he took to be Tasha, her frown deepening as she looked from him to her companion.

Tasha pouted in response, still staring at him like a puzzle to be solved. Lucas, feeling like he was becoming overdue to take his place in the conversation, cleared his throat nervously. "So ah, you two summoned me here..?" He asked, breaking his silence.

His answer was an excited squeal as Tasha grasped her friend around the shoulders, shaking her eagerly before being gently pushed away. "He can talk! Did you hear?" She shrieked gleefully again as she faced him, moving that much closer.

"Of course I heard him, I'm right here." The other muttered, her brow knit as she studied Lucas with renewed interest.

Tasha was practically wiggling with excitement. "Hello, human! I'm Tasha. This is Braga. What is your name?" She spoke in an oddly deliberate way, spacing her words out as if he might not understand her if they came too quickly.

"Uh. Lucas. I'm Lucas Thornton. Nice to meet you." The young man scratched the back of his head briefly, then decided he was ready to stand. He could feel the moisture soaking through his clothes, and with it the chill night air. Apart from the two goblins, only nature seemed to surround them, dark and imposing with only the moon and the torch they carried to keep the shadows at bay.

Tasha looked absolutely thrilled and couldn't keep herself from grabbing Braga's arm to give her another excited shake. "Please, come with us Lord Thornton! Our clan will be excited to meet you. Gods, I'm so excited!"

"I can see that." Lucas put on a friendly smile despite his confusion as Tasha urged him to follow. Braga had already begun to drift away, prompting him to follow or be left in the dark. "I'm sorry, but uh, this is all just... bonkers. How am I here? Magic isn't real. Goblins aren't real. Did I have a stroke?"

Tasha and Braga exchanged a look, puzzling over his question and everything that came with it. Eventually Tasha responded. "Well, magic is real. Goblins are real. Bong cars are... real? And, erm, do you want one...?"

The last question made his ears burn, because Tasha emphasized it by raising her hand in a gesture that was easy to interpret. "Um, no I mean, do I have some kind of head injury? None of this should be happening."

The two goblins made comprehending sounds in unison. Braga spoke up next, her tone remaining neutral despite Tasha's enthusiasm. "You're a summoned being, so obviously you come from someplace different from where we are. I always assumed they were called from the godly realms, but maybe..." and she looked pointedly at him as she finished her theory, "not so much."

Lucas might have been offended if there was any other choice but to agree. Now that he had time to settle, feel the reality of his surroundings sink in, it was easier to accept that something supernatural had occurred. It certainly felt real, walking through the dark of night, pushing through tall ferns and creeping underbrush, collecting burrs and early morning dew drops.

"So, we have stories like this where I'm from. Pretty popular genre actually." He commented aloud, making conversation with his two guides. "Men and women called from my world, to live out adventures with magic and monsters."

"I thought you said magic wasn't real in your world. Why would you have tales about something that has now happened to yourself?" Braga's tone had been fairly aloof, but now it was laced with a bit more suspicion.

"We make things up for entertainment. You guys have that, right? Stories, things that happen that don't really happen, but we make up ways that they could possibly happen. Since this is real, maybe we somehow dream of places like this. There could be more magic on my world than most people know is there." Lucas explained as best he could, doing his best to avoid any kind of misunderstanding. He was almost literally a fish out of water, walking through the dark woods alone at night with two goblins. Establishing friendly terms wasn't just a social reflex, but a possible survival one.

"Oh, I understand now! Yes, we have stories as well. How strange it must be, discovering that tales you took for fables bore truths!" Tasha giggled in delight, this time grabbing hold of Lucas' arm and hugging around his wrist. He swallowed a lump as his hand was sandwiched between jiggling goblin tits. His fingers went slack and he dared not move them, lest he risk losing the gift that he'd suddenly been given.

The small talk carried on for a while, Lucas explaining some of his world and its stories to the goblin women, they in turn sharing some of the lore of their own. The most recent years had been particularly eventful, with an end of a war, the struggle of her tribe in the aftermath, and the summoning of champions. Evidently Lucas wasn't the first, but the last hero to be summoned into their world. It'd been a group of them that defeated the King of Demons and sundered the empire he had forged. Instead his calling to the world was of far humbler origins.

"So, wait. If the Demons were already beaten, what was the point of summoning me? The big bad is gone. Peace is restored to the land." The look Braga gave him was sour enough to almost taste lemon. "Er, isn't it?"

"Peace for the humans, perhaps. The rest of us are in shambles." Braga replied bitterly. "Our people served the demons before the end of the war. Now, we seem to be under the boot of everyone. Regardless of past alliances, both sides now seek to leash our kind and drive us towards extinction."

The trio fell silent for a while, the mood grown heavy. Tasha held on to him that much tighter, her cheek rubbing against his forearm as they walked. It was her that eventually broke the silence.

"That's why we needed a champion. Why we needed you. You're our last hope. The last of our luck, used up on a wish. The whole world might not need saving, but we do. So... will you help us..?" Tasha's voice quavered just a little, her soft spoken words punching right through his heart. Big, hopeful eyes glossy with moisture finished the job, the torchlight dancing in her amber colored irises for maximum effect.

"I- yeah, okay. I mean, I'll help you. I'll do what I can." He found he couldn't help but agree in the face of suh an earnest plea. It didn't hurt that his hand had been swallowed by green breasts.

The final leg of their journey took them into a ravine that cut ever deeper into the wilderness. A trickling stream wove through mossy stones and thirsty roots from the trees above them. More than once his foot slipped and sloshed into the freezing water, while Tasha helped or hindered his progress along the way.

Braga took the lead when their goal was within sight, eagerly pulling at the mossy cliffside. When they caught up Lucas discovered the entrance of a tunnel. It was less than half his height and just wide enough that he thought he could crawl through. Maybe. The goblins had crafted a wall of clay and woven branches, which they'd nurtured into a door to camouflage it.

Tasha released his arm and scurried inside, beckoning he follow as she ducked inside. Lucas was not nearly as enthusiastic as the gobliness was. "Uh, it's... awfully confined looking in there."

Peeking in after Tasha, he saw her bent form peeking back at him. Short as she was she didn't have nearly the trouble he would, and her bottom wiggled ever so gently with her excitement.

Braga doused her torch in the stream, then prodded him towards the opening. "It gets bigger inside. In you get, I have to close the way. Go, go, gooo."

"Alright alright, I'm going!" He hesitated, then crouched down and began to creep forward on his hands and knees. It was too dark to see Tasha now, but she heard her humming happily ahead of him.

Mild claustrophobia needled his thoughts until he bumped into something squishy, nearly jumping out of his skin. Groping in the darkness elicited a husky giggle. "Oops, don't worry! We're almost there." Tasha's plump bottom wiggled back against him for a moment before she shuffled on ahead.

Lucas had never felt so overstimulated. Crazy magical teleportation, fantasy species of humanoids, dark forests and confined tunnels. He probably would have freaked out by now if Tasha weren't there, nudging arousal ahead of his other spiking emotions.

Pushing open a leather flap bathed the tunnel with warm firelight, flooding Lucas with relief. Tasha held it open first for him, then Braga as she hurried by. The young man stood stiffly, the ceiling a few inches beyond the top of his head. It wasn't much more than an antechamber, branching off in three directions. Each was well lit, candles in a variety of sizes and colors set into shelves carved directly into the earthen walls.

The two goblins lead the way down the center passage, which gradually opened into a much larger room than the last. Wicker tables and stools were spaced around what appeared to be a communal dining and meeting area, with a large fireplace breathing warmth throughout the warren. At the far end was a raised section clearly meant to be a stage, though a goblin standing on it would still have to look up to meet his gaze. Two passages were cut into either side of the stage.

"I'll fetch the den mother." Declared Braga, leaving them to venture deeper into the tunnels alone.

Left to wait, Lucas blew a soft raspberry between his lips then turned his attention to Tasha. She was already staring up at him, smiling ear to pointed ear as she watched him with fascination. "So, den mother? Is she like, your queen or..?"

Tasha gave her head a shake, dark curls and green ears swishing about. "No, no. The den mother is a clan's wisdom. Normally she would be one of the elder females, but well..." Her ears drooped a little. "Times have not been so kind. Few of us are true kin, bound by blood. Chai is the eldest, but-"

"Not by terribly much." Answered a new voice, another goblin cutting into the conversation. Rather than servant clothing or other improvised human apparel, the female that strode towards them was bound in leathers and fur perfectly tailored to proportion. Daggers long enough to be swords in her hands were strapped to her back, and her glossy black hair had been pulled into a tight ponytail. Like the other two, her small body was generous in its femininity. Unlike them, it'd been honed and hardened with dangerous intent. She was a warrior, as much as her people could be, and bore the scars of that lifestyle.

Hopping onto the platform, the gobliness Chai strode towards him. She briefly nodded a greeting to Tasha, then inclined her head to face him. When she realized her head still had to tilt to look upon him she scowled. "Kneel, human male, and be welcome. You are the first of your ilk to visit our home."

"Uh, okay." Lucas settled down onto one knee, figuring it seemed the best pose to strike. Tasha looked puzzled at the turn of events, while Braga remained quietly impassive.

Chai widened her stance as she now stood over him, hands planted upon her hips. "I am Den Mother Chai of the Kinspirit clan. Who are you, human? And is it true? Did Tasha truly call you from the realm of champions?"

Lucas' eyes danced between Tasha and Chai, considering how best to answer. "Well, my name is Lucas Thornton. I'm from Rio Verde in California. I like to read, and game mostly. I stream sometimes but I don't really get views, uh..."

The goblin women clearly didn't recognize or understand most of what he was saying. Their knit brows and wide stares as they focused on his answer were so intense he expected to hear gears grinding any moment. "Anyways, yeah, pretty sure this isn't my world, though I dunno about any, like, champion realm... I'm just a regular guy."

This was the part he expected to suck. Where he had to admit he was just some nobody, a pizza guy that'd been summoned to save the day when what they needed was King Arthur. Whenever an expectation had been set high for him, he'd inevitably fallen short and had to watch it vanish. Now these goblins were expecting him to be some kind of champion.

The three goblins considered his answer. Chai then murmured something to Braga, and she nodded before leaving the chamber. Then she returned her focus to Lucas with an outstretched arm and grasped hold of his shoulder. Her grip was surprisingly strong as she fixed him with a direct stare.

"I understand this must be unusual, Lucas of Thorntown. Trust that it is a strange miracle for us as well. Among our nations, it is the demons who have great magics, and even they failed to achieve what the human kingdoms could in their summoning spells. Tasha's luck not only in securing the means, but actually calling forth a hero... I struggle to describe the odds. Like- like a bird, flying through a summer storm only to be struck by lightning, lay a hard boiled egg, and have it fall into my quiver as a snack while hunting." She finished breathily.

"I see." Lucas supposed that would be pretty unlikely. Winning the lottery might have been an easier example, but he figured they didn't have things like that here.

Chai continued, her grip loosening and squeezing off and on as she spoke. "From what we understand, summoning magic brings forth the champion that is needed for the challenges they will face. We've never encountered one of the humans summoned to aide the human nations, but their presence afield during the war was felt everywhere they went. Our need is far... humbler than conquering enemies and defeating armies." She sighed as she released him, moving away to cross her arms and lower her gaze elsewhere for a moment. "We simply wish to go home."

"Go home?" He asked lamely, looking around at the chambers they occupied. "You mean you don't live here?"

"Not by choice." Tasha jumped back into the conversation, almost literally as she bounced to his side. Kneeling as he was put him on a level with her that made every move she made hard not to stare at. "In the early days when the emperor was gathering his forces, the goblin tribes lived in the mountains far to the east of these lands. Lured by promises of power and riches, many tribes left the mountains to become soldiers. Generations of us were born during the wars, knowing only foreign lands and conflict. When we lost..." Her ears drooped, as did Chai's.

It was Chai that took over the story from there, shifting to face Lucas once again. "We were broken, scattered, and forced to adapt. Few of our men survived the aftermath. The demons pressed most of them to service as soon as they were old enough to thrust a spear. A small number of our female soldiers survived, but most our kin were reduced to women that had been non combatants. We were- are... a conquered people. I've done what I can to create a sanctuary, to save those that can and wish to be saved, but we're no match for the long road that would take us home. We needed a miracle for that, and now it seems we just might have one."

It was hard to feel any one particular way when so many different factors were at play at once. There was real danger, nightmare level stuff at that, in a world with monsters. Gradually however, a single thought elevated his mood until a grin blossomed across his face. Magic was real.

If nothing else, the fact that magic existed was enough to follow through with whatever force it was that deposited him in the care of goblins. That they all were exceptionally attractive, small green women certainly greased the gears.

The two goblins ears perked up with expressions that reflected their cautious optimism. Tasha was quick to capitalize on the moment. "Yes, a miracle! The divines chose you, Lucas Thornton, to answer our plea for a champion." With that said, she lunged towards him and threw her arms around his neck, crushing her chest into the side of his face as she hugged him. The move landed with critical strike levels of success.

"I mean, when you put it like that, how can I not try to help you?" Lucas agreed, triggering a renewed onslaught of jiggling breasts and gleeful laughter.

Chai was waiting patiently for his gaze to come back into focus on her, clawed fingertips drumming against leather clad thighs the only indication that patience might be waning. "Tasha will get you set up with a room of your own. It's late. Rest, we'll discuss your situation tomorrow. We know very little about summoning, but the champions have all been powerful warriors and sorcerers unmatched on the battlefield. What that means for you... only time will tell."

She seemed uncertain as she bid them a good night, leaving Tasha and Lucas alone together. Lucas stood, rubbing his knees. Sleep wouldn't come easy tonight, not with so much to think about.

Grabbing him by the hand, Tasha eagerly pulled Lucas with her back into the corridors. At first the goblin warren seemed almost abandoned in how empty it had been, but now he caught sight of peeking heads from occupied rooms before they ducked out of sight. It was a little unnerving, but soon they were bustling through a wicker door into a small room. It was pitch black until Tasha brought in a candle, spreading its flame to others.

"Huh. This is cozy." Lucas observed. The stone walls were layered in patchwork quilts, random splashes of pastel colors that cut away at the gloom. One corner was piled in fur pelts and blankets, which he decided must be the bed. There were a few wicker baskets, a couple dresses hanging from hooks on the wall, but little else.

Yet despite the spartan furnishings of the space, something seemed off. The room smelled lived in, a scent in the air that reminded him of strawberry milk with just a hint of spice. "Er, this is my room?" Lucas asked, shifting his gaze to Tasha.

The gobliness flashed him a mischievous grin before shaking her head slowly. "Oopsie! I brought you to my room. My mind must have been somewhere else..." The small woman drew in a deep breath that overwhelmed the laces of her blouse. Threads popped loose and her hefty bosom nearly burst free, pulling Lucas' eyes right down into the marvelous valley she presented. Exhaling a lengthy sigh, Tasha pressed back to the door and fixed it shut behind her. Lucas licked his lips as a shiver of nervous energy ran up his spine..

"You don't know how much of a relief it is, having you here, a true champion summoned from realms beyond. We've been on our own for so long. We aren't a people meant to be separated from our families, our partners and children." Her grin faltered, just a little as something distant caught her gaze for a moment before locking back onto the present.

Before he had a chance to say anything on the subject, Tasha was in motion. Like a bosomy green cat she sprang up and pounced him into falling backwards, landing with a surprised grunt into the fluffy embrace of her bed.

"I hope you don't mind if I'm a touch... forward, Lucas. It's been so long since we had the company of men worth keeping. When you look at me, I can tell it isn't a human studying a goblin. It's a man, trying not to get caught eating a woman up with his eyes." Her voice came breathy towards the end as she put herself out there, big eyes staring up into his as she straddled his torso. Hope, tinged with a hint of nervous fear of rejection.

He wasn't sure what he was planning to say, but her only got a few words out anyways. "I've... never been with-" Before he could complete the sentence, Tasha gleefully crushed her mouth into his.

Her kiss was an eager invasion of lips and tongue, the dance of an excited extrovert with a surprised introvert. Lucas found himself overwhelmed. His first real French kiss was experienced where France didn't exist, and with a small woman from the fantasy genre. The heat of a blush burned pleasantly around his ears and neck as she smiled into his face and their lips worked to smack audibly together.

When she pulled away, it was to pull open her top and let her tits spill onto him. "It's okay, I understand you've never been with a goblin before. As you can see..." She spent a moment lifting her breasts to rub them into his face, "We're not so different where it counts."

Well, it wasn't quite what he was going to say, but Tasha was a woman with a clear goal in mind. She was leading the charge and he was more than willing to simply shut up and follow her lead. The tee shirt he wore was simply enough for her to navigate. Pulling it up over his head and given her no trouble. Next was the belt, another simple technology she was plenty familiar with. It was the same with the button on his fly. The zipper, however, stalled her. Curiosity briefly paused her assault on his clothing as she tugged and played with his fly until the zipper was forced to split apart. He watched as she blinked down at his crotch, raising and lowering the metal teeth open and closed.

Lucas lay back and chuckled, wondering if their hookup might be stalled by the modern novelty of his pants. Then his dick was free, deft hands yanking down his jeans and boxers off his pelvis and down around his thighs. She was murmuring softer than he could understand as she began to stroke and fondle at the exposed cock and balls. He couldn't see much of anything through the curly mop of hair that fell onto his belly, but he could see her physically quivering as the blood pumped completely from his brain to his erection.

Within moments he was out of reliable experience as the sensation of plush lips and slick, slippery tongue became part of Tasha's exploration process. As if picking up on a cue, Tasha swept back her hair, revealing her face and the half lidded expression of sheer lust hit home when their eyes met. She was already open mouth kissing the head of his cock when the scene was revealed. His dick jumped at the sight, the mushroom tip poking just a little farther into her mouth.

It was enough to spark the goblin woman's lust from smoldering heat to a full on flame. She didn't gradually work him into a rhythm. She inhaled him. Her ravenous mouth latched onto his cock and didn't stop until it'd been gulped into her throat. There was no gagging or struggle as Tasha took him in. Just instant suction, sinking him to the hilt and bobbing aggressively to stroke his constricted length.

"Fuck, oh my god, ah..!" Lucas rarely made much noise when he was alone, enjoying his me time with some porn. Tasha was quite literally eating him alive, her lips vacuum tight around the girth of his root and swallowing roughly. His sack was putty in her hands, each testicle cradled and squeezed right to the edge of pleasure and pain. From zero to a hundred, he wasn't going to last long. He couldn't bring himself to try. He was along for the ride as surely as a snail that managed to attach itself to a race car.

Stars flashed behind his eyelids as they closed, his eyes rolling up into his head. Toes curled and his leg kicked out wider of their own volition as Tasha slurped and gulped ruthlessly on the cock impaling her throat. Lucas had meshed his fingers tightly into her hair and Tasha moaned deep in her chest. Her name was the only thing he could strangle out of his mouth before orgasm took over and he was hugging her skull against his pelvis.

Tasha growled out a groan as she pushed to keep her face smushed against his stomach, her throat milking savagely around the throbbing flesh. Lucas shuddered as the dam burst and he came. The gobliness' voice rose into a sweet moan as his cock burst, a gush of seed delivered directly to her belly. She held on tight and kept up her ministrations, swallowing to squeeze out another spurt, then another. Every nerve in his body screamed to be released while he simultaneously held on for dear life as she tried to suck the soul free from its earthly prison.

Dear god, something was wrong in the best of ways. Lucas struggled to contain the tremors seizing in his abdomen as Tasha swallowed again and again, until the last of his orgasm had been wrung from his flesh. As the gobliness slowly released her hold, from her mouth unsheathed a dick he was unfamiliar with. The slobber slick tool came free with a lip smacking pop. It was still rigid, flush with blood from his hard at work heart. Somewhere in Tasha the organ had found room to grow. Lucas had been more of a grower than a shower before, but now he was definitely both. Veins bulged in the dark pink flesh, which contrasted nicely against the green skin of Tasha's belly.

The young man watched in dazed wonder as the voluptuous short stack of a goblin rose up above him, standing on shaky legs to spread the velvet lips of her sex over his swollen shroom tip. "There, theretherethereyesss!" She screamed in triumphant elation as the head of his dick found the tiny entrance to her sex and plunged right in.

Tasha's voice tapered into guttural moans as her legs lost strength and left her in the hands of gravity. For a second time swallowed his cock to the root, this time with her lower mouth. Her tight pussy had managed to take it all, a feat he couldn't comprehend nor question. Whatever magic Tasha had worked on his dick had seemingly given him an immediate second wind. He let out a groan of his own as he caught her in his arms and buried his face into the inky curls atop her head.

"Fuck... mmfuck that's good." Lucus murmured incoherently as nature ran it's course. Instinct and reflex urged him to rock and stir his rod around inside Tasha's clenching pussy. Tasha responded by rolling her hips and flexing every muscle in her small body to stroke and squeeze his cock into all her sweet spots. His hands groped at her voluptuous body clumsily until they settled on the pleasant utility of her plump ass, using the easy grip of it to leverage more of his own strength into proper, driving thrusts.

Kisses and gentle bites peppered his chest as Tasha occupied her mouth with distracted affections. Lucas was bearing down upon the gobliness, sinking her body into the layers of furs and blankets as his body took control. Her sudden orgasm came with a muffled squeal and a splash of heat against his belly and balls as her sex clutched his in a slippery vice. Lucas struggled desperately to continue thrusting, but once he was hilted it was all he could do to keep squirming. Tasha shook desperately underneath him, every pulse of her orgasm trying to milk him to his own.

"Seed me, hero. Seed me Lucas! I want it... now now now! Fill meeee!" Tasha gasped and squealed as another orgasm rose up to overtake the last, causing her to thrash even wilder.

Lucas had never been so turned on. There was no hesitation as his body unleashed a fresh torrent of sperm into desperate goblin womb. He couldn't even find words words to answer her; just guttural noises and deep moans of pleasure. Awash in sensation, his body shuddered when a fresh explosion of overstimulated pleasure burst into being. He could feel the seed being drained from his dick, milked by Tasha's flexing inner muscles and suckled into her insatiable depths. Once again her body seemed intent to suck the soul right out of his penis.

With the last of his strength, Lucas managed to shift and slowly roll the pair so that their positions were reversed. Then he collapsed boneless atop the bed. Tasha was similarly spent, her body still but for the rapid rise and fall of Lucas' chest. She could not, or would not dislodge the throbbing flesh that had impaled her. Lost in the wake of orgasmic bliss, Lucas' couldn't muster the strength to open his eyelids. Before he realized it, sleep had taken hold.

Waking up inside a strange room, on a bed of furs and patchwork blankets would have been far more alarming if not for the naked, voluptuous woman snoring softly atop his chest. The memories of last night returned in sharp detail, cementing him with the reality that he'd been yanked through time and space to another world. Losing his virginity that very night to a goblin woman was just the kind of icing needed to turn a muffin to a cupcake.

So instead of worrying about getting home or the dangers likely waiting for him just around the corner, Lucas slid his hands over the soft body of his first woman and etched every shape and texture into his memory. He didn't want to wake her, yet couldn't stop from exploring the grooves and contours of her flesh. Her skin was like silk. Combing his fingers through her hair felt amazing.

His stomach clenched when she stirred, tingles of pleasure blooming in his crotch. His half asleep dick was still inside! Her bubbly bottom quivered and the pleasure grew as her body seemed to suck him in deeper. Tasha moaned softly as she began to rock, easily coaxing his cock back to full mast until the mushroom head was kissing her depths.

The sleepy fog was quickly dispelled as the two settled into a steady rhythm. Messy tangles of hair were swept back to reveal Tasha's sweet face, eyes closed and plump lips puckered for a kiss. Scrunching his stomach to meet it, they shared an embrace that didn't break while their bodies rocked and thrust into each other.

When her orgasm arrived Lucas reveled in his new awareness of her pleasure, feeling the way she gripped and shuddered and knowing her body was going to peak. Yet there was something else coming with it, something parallel yet independent from her rising pleasure. It just needed to get a little closer, and he could touch it. Release it.

Warmth flashed over him as she came, her juices splashing down his balls. There it was! He could feel it within reach, something that needed his touch, that called to him. Just as surely as she was murmuring to him now, begging for his release.

"Please seed me, fill my womb! Now now now pleeeease yes!" Tasha's voice rose to a squeak, followed by a strangled moan as her orgasm came crashing through.

Lucas' kegels flexed and with a firm thrust he was pressed to her cervix, delivering his load point blank. As he was feeling that intense suction latch around his cock, he reached out what his mind conceptualized into a phantom limb and... snap! It was gone. Whatever it was dispersed into nothingness, leaving an even deeper sense of satisfaction beyond just the sexual.

The question of the strange sense was pushed to the back burner as he and Tasha continued to kiss and paw at one another, wallowing in orgasmic bliss until it finally calmed to a dull tingle. It took the low grumble of a hungry stomach to break the spell, the noise causing them both to break into lighthearted laughter.

"I guess it's time to get up. Don't suppose someone will be making breakfast?" Lucas asked hopefully. A night of trekking through the woods, followed by goblin pounding, followed up with a morning of more goblin pounding had left a pit in his stomach. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so conscious of hunger.

"Migi handles most cooking for the tribe. I'll show you to the washroom, we should probably get cleaned up first." Tasha pushed gently off of him, easily standing straight within the small bed chamber. The candles had long gone out but he could have sworn he saw the jiggling shape of her, gathering her clothes then helping him get back into his own.

Once they were decent Tasha led him out into the low ceiling tunnels. "Braga will probably be back soon with the others. Now that we have a genuine summoned hero of our very own? Ooh hoo hoo!" She squealed in delight. "We can actually return to the home land."

"Yeah, about that." Lucas approached the subject with uncertainty. "I'm not exactly a warrior. I've never even really been in a fight before."

Lucas glimpsed a few more goblin women briefly as Tasha guided him along. All of them seemed to remind him of maids, or maybe tavern waitresses. Tight clothes with open blouses, some with leather straps or strips of cloth to lift and emphasize every curve. And there were plenty of curves to emphasize. Tasha's buxom figure was apparently something of a standard. A population of small, sexy women. Their short statures and goblinoid features made them all the more exotic, and one of them had thoroughly claimed his virginity. He'd fight an ogre for another night like that. Two if the morning was just as satisfying.

Tasha pushed him through a hide flap into a new room, giggling softly as they were pitched into darkness once more. The air was damp, the smell of moss and moist air filling his nostrils along with a sweet, earthy scent. Flowers, maybe whatever they used for soap, but after a moment he recognized it for what it was- women.

"Summoned heroes grow into their talents. At least that's what I've heard. Summoning magic is human spell craft. Their champions turned the tides of the war." She explained while stripping down again, quickly undressing them both before guiding him further into the darkness. His bare feet slapped on wet stone, his ears picking up the distinct trickle of water.

She urged him to sit, and his bottom found a smooth chunk of stone low to the ground to seat himself upon. Cold water splashed over his head made him gasp. "Sorry sweetie, no hot water down here I'm afraid." Tasha doused herself, then shared a chunk of soap they used to scrub at goose bump covered skin. More than once Tasha slipped a hand between his legs, lathering his balls and cock with slow strokes. It was too cold to get a rise out of him, but only just. The feel of her body sliding against his as they washed might have tipped the scales, but then cold water doused him again and again, rinsing away the soap.

"Chai will teach you what she can. The rest will come to you, however it comes to heroes. Magic, I'm guessing." She seemed confident in things simply working out.

Small, coarse towels soaked up as much they could off Lucas' larger body, but he still felt the damp as he pulled his clothes back on. "I'm gonna need some clothes. Gonna need a lot of things, most likely."

"Now that's something I can see to!" Tasha declared cheerfully as she led the way once more. She guided him back to the gathering room with the wicker furnishings, where he'd first been presented to the den mother. "I should have a fresh set of clothes ready for you by the time Chai is done with you. I suspect you'll need them."

The gobliness paused to peer about with a seeking squint. There were a dozen or so other women seated in small groups, sipping from mugs and finishing their meals as they conversed. All of it came to an abrupt halt as they realized he'd entered the dining hall, large eyes wide and blinking. Tasha locked onto a female that was a little taller and a little more plump than the rest, who also stared at him over a stack of dishes in her arms.

"Migi! Is it too late to get a bit of breakfast? Poor Lucas here hasn't had anything to eat since his arrival." Reaching up, Tasha gave Lucas' stomach a gentle pat. As if on cue, he felt his hollow insides gurgle hungrily.

"I'll make him something, if you're too busy Migi!" One of the goblin women seated chimed in, then another. Migi herself blinked as volunteers suddenly jumped up, relieving her of her dishes and charging away in a rush towards where he assumed the kitchen must be.

"Oi! There's still some porridge in the pot! Don't you be makin' a disaster of my kitchen!" Migi shot a glare at Tasha, then chased after the other women.

Those that remained seemed to have recovered from the apprehension of having a human in their goblin sanctuary. Lucas was suddenly swarmed with excited little green women, urging him to sit and talking over each other in an effort to ask exchange introductions. He'd only managed to get a few names in before he was bombarded with questions, such as where he was from, what the realm of heroes was like.

Lucas had never had so much attention before, struggling to answer as best he could. It was a relief when Migi emerged from the kitchen with a platter of bowls and and biscuits. The women that had rushed ahead of her were now trailing behind looking chastised, at least until they saw him with the others crowded around his table. Their steps hastened and they crowded in with the rest, eager to catch up on what they had missed. Gigi blinked as the platter in her hands was swept up in the hustle, women eagerly arranging the bowls in front of Lucas as they pressed in close.

"You'd think they never encountered a male before." The stout gobliness huffed, smoothing her apron. Lucas couldn't help but notice her tugging her clothes a little tighter, the heft of her bosom pushing against the apron and the open blouse beneath it.

Tasha snatched a bowl of porridge, just before she was displaced by the other women pressing to get a closer look at their human guest. Lucas shot her an apologetic look, which she answered by smiling indulgently. The girls practically fed him while talking, telling him about the world he'd been brought to. It was a nice bit of exposition, if a little chaotic. Occasionally between bites he had to dodge a spoon or biscuit to get them to clarify something, and multiple voices raced to answer on top of one another.

The lands they occupied were called the Beastlands, a wide stretch of wild country that were once dominated by the many feudal tribes of beast men. Humans had conquered the territories, installing their own ruling class to domesticate the local folk. Without the leadership the demons of Helzyth had enforced, much of the continent beyond the human kingdoms had returned to lawless frontiers. The human settlements had tamed the roads nearest to one another, but to travel any farther east was to risk bandits and worse. The very direction they would need to travel, if they intended to reach the goblin's homelands.

The porridge was mediocre, the biscuits a little hard, but they were filling. He was too distracted besides. Digesting information, sure. But all the women were pressed close, hands patting with growing familiarity at his arms, his back, legs and knees. The squish of breasts pushed against him as well. Soft flesh brushing and crushing against him as the women pressed in close as they could. The meal was bland but the garnish? Chef's kiss.

"Play time is over, ladies. You've pampered our little hero enough." Chai's commanding voice rose above the rest. Lucas looked over the heads around him to regard the den mother. She had come to stand beside Gigi and Tasha, observing the gathering with an eyebrow arched high. She looked ready for an adventure, dressed in her leathers with the large daggers crisscrossing her back. She carried a pair of slender reeds in one hand and two small leather pouches dangling on cords.

Shooing the other goblin women away, she gave him a poke in the hip with the hollow sticks. "We're going to need more meat if we're going to make a hero out of you. Let us take a walk in the woods, you and I. We can discuss your training on the trail."

Lucas thanked Migi for the food and stooped down to hug Tasha, many of the other goblin women darting back to steal hugs of their own before Chai hustled him out of the warren. Lucas raised his arms and stretched, twisting and bending in gratification. The air was cool with the smell of pine heavy in the air. Sunlight struggled to peek between the trees, the forest dimly lit while the sun still hung low.

Chai waited patiently while he unbent himself from his time in the warren. "You spoke some of your life in your home realm. Not a warrior's path, but that of a courier? Transporting food, if I heard correctly."

"Pizza, yeah." Lucas answered, grunting as he knuckled his lower back. "Not exactly heroic, but..." He paused to look around the forest, then at the goblin standing before him. "Can't really deny the fact I've been summoned. Maybe there's something more for my life after all."

Chai seemed to study him for a moment before rolling her shoulders in a shrug. "Who can say? All I know of magic and summoning comes from the aftermath. The warriors summoned by the sorcerer Helbane were more than a match for the generals and elite soldiers leading the Helzyth armies. I don't see how you could be any different."

The logic was comforting, if vague. She didn't know how the summoned people had become powerful, after all. For all he knew there could be video game logic involved, and he'd have to grind levels killing, practicing skills, and so on. Or maybe he just needed some kind of cheat item, or a power that seemed harmless that he could somehow twist into a godlike strength.

Following the ravine north, Chai spoke softly while watching the forest around them. "There are many dangers to watch for in these woods. Wolves and bears hunt the speckled deer and hapless travelers alike. Slavers pass through sometimes as well. Not looking for us, but the beastmen that live deeper in the wilderness."

Lucas listened intently, an anxious feeling settling in his gut as he surveyed the forest with fresh eyes. The trip had begun like a walk in the park, literally. Now it felt like being in a zoo with the fences down. He imagined hungry carnivores lurking under every bush, waiting to ambush them.

One of Chai's large ears twitched and she froze, listening to something only she seemed to hear. Lucas followed her example, standing as still as possible and straining to listen for whatever it was that caught the goblin's attention. All he could hear was the sound of nature, the chirps of birds and buzzing of bugs, the air rustling branches in passing.

Chai raised the reed in her hand and plugged the end slowly with a small dart. A hard puff shot the projectile into the canopy of trees stretching over the ravine. Something gave a sharp cry, then fell from trees that bounced and tumbled into the rocky riverbed ahead of them.

Lucas grimaced as Chai hurried ahead to collect her prize. It looked like a chipmunk but bigger, almost beaver-like. The dart was buried in its skull and it twitched, his belly doing a flip of revulsion. "The hell is that thing?"

"It's a bark rat." She answered without further explanation. With a deft hand she tied it with leather cord to Lucas's waist. She looked pleased with the result, ignoring the disgust in his expression. "A good start. On my own I can usually only return with two or three at most. You may not be a warrior yet, but you'll make a fine pack horse till then." Her grin was teasing but not unkind. It was enough to pull his mind from the dead animal dangling from his hip.

They carried on, Lucas following Chai as she lead him farther along the riverbed. Where a fallen log had crumbled the edge of the ravine, they climbed up to the western side and broke away into the trees. More familiar looking animals were added to the collection as the sun rose overhead. They looked like squirrels and doves, if a little bigger or in colors he wasn't familiar with. Chai had encouraged him try a few times to hit an animal she'd spotted for him, but all he managed was to lose a dart. No special powers there.

They stopped around noon to shelter underneath a wide pine, avoiding the worst of the sun while they had lunch. Their meal was just crackers and dried meat, but Lucas inhaled everything Chai gave him. "We're definitely going to need more food at this rate. Getting supplies from Uricstead will be an issue, thanks to Tasha. Though I suppose there's more good in that, considering the outcome."

"What did Tasha do?" Lucas' expression scrunched in worry.

Chai laughed softly at his confusion. "She stole you, of course. Or the means to summon you, I suppose. Had the scroll reached its intended owner, there might be a very different person running about."

"Wait, Tasha is a thief? I thought most of you worked in the village, or something." He wasn't exactly sure what they did, just that the women relied on Uricstead for their essentials.

Chai raised a single brow, her gaze cooling over the implied slight in his question. "We do work in the village. Mostly washing, mending. If we had to rely on labor alone however, we'd all be starved or collared by now. The bigger folk don't want us around most the time. The men treat us as little more than playthings if given the chance, and the women offer little sympathy. As if we'd prey upon their husbands the moment they're out of sight. A little light fingered business keeps the tunnels lit and bread in the ovens." Chai sniffed and aggressively chewed up a strip of meat as if it had insulted her.

"Alright, I get it. I understand what you mean. I didn't mean to insult you, or Tasha. Things are more complicated than I understood, I guess." Lucas said apologetically. "So I guess the scroll was a big deal, if it summons people?"

"The largest of deals. That Tasha would chance upon a man claiming to know the Helsbane was to find a grain of gold in a heap of sand. When the man actually returned to the same brothel with a scroll that could perform the spell? Gold could rain from the sky and it would be the more likely occurrence of the two."

When she put it that way, a flush of self importance fluttered in his chest. Had someone else used the summoning scroll, it wouldn't be him here with the goblins. Then again he wouldn't be here, with goblins, wolves, slavers? Their world wasn't modern fantasy. This was the medieval sort, with monsters and slavers and predatory animals. Their civilization wouldn't be as civilized by his standard. The thought of never seeing his family again made him ashamed to realize that the bigger part of him was desperate for the adventure and magic he had experienced. A real, physical RPG setting, and he had that main character energy. So long as he tried not to think too deeply, he could eventually adjust.

"You mention the war a lot, but the others didn't seem to know much about it other than that they had to run. What happened to you all? Where I'm from, goblins are fictional monsters. Minions to stronger things, or creatures that swarm in hordes to make up for their small size."

Chai's brow knit and arched from one side to the other as he spoke, her otherwise serious contemplation over his description animated across her forehead. When he'd finished, her head bobbed thoughtfully. "Strange that your world has none of us, yet you have an inkling of what we are. Not the whole of it, but slivers."

She stood before answering further, peeking from beneath the skirts of the pine to judge the position of the sun. "Let's go back. I will explain as best I can." She helped Lucas bundle up the animals once more, tying the bodies together and looping the cord so that Lucas could carry it over his shoulders instead. A grim backpack, but he didn't complain openly at least. He told himself not to think about it.

"Goblins were called to serve when the demons rose to power and started creating their armies. We grow much faster than you bigger folk. Males especially so. My mother told me it was different, before the demons took over. The demons turned our men into little more than beasts, born and grown to vicious soldiers in less than a turn of the seasons. Only us women were spared the battle madness that took them, but we aren't without our own... challenges." She paused, staring at nothing for a long moment, ears twitching with subtle searching motions. Then she stepped out into the open, once more taking the lead.

"When word got out that we had lost, and lost badly, the others turned on us. I was just a child when the mothers told us to run. As I was the oldest, the other girls were given over to me. A flock of confused children, sent to flee and find somewhere safe. Somewhere to hide until the end of the war had run its course." The pain in her voice was old and buried deep, but resonated still like an echo. She'd long accepted the hardships set upon them. Lucas' conflict felt shallow in comparison. "So we ran. We struggled. Some we encountered were willing to help us, for a time. Many were not. Especially as we grew to womanhood. We learned the hard way a goblin male born from a beast man or human will be just as savage as those bred for the Helzyth legions." Ears drooped, but she didn't look back at him, eyes focused on the path she wove.

They trekked in silence for a time, listening to the sounds of the forest. Chai brought down another of the beaver looking bark rats, tying it over her own shoulder to rest between her blades. They found the ravine that split the forest and followed it south till they reached the log they'd used to escape it, climbing down carefully to the rocky riverbed below.

"We've never had a man in our midst like this." Chai spoke up, breaking the silence once they were moving again. "I can smell Tasha on you already. It'll only be a matter of time before others approach you for the same. I can't stop them... I doubt you could either. But it makes our schedule a tight one. The trip will be risky enough. If half of our tribe are heavy with child, I don't know that we'd make it a third of the way without being caught or worse."

The blood drained from Lucas' face as he realized the significance of what she was telling him. The night and morning he'd spent with Tasha suddenly seemed less a porn fantasy now. She'd seemed to drain him utterly each time. Was that her body ensuring she'd been fertilized? Was she pregnant right now? He was only a few months into being nineteen, and now the threat of fatherhood hung over his head.

Chai smirked at him over her shoulder when she saw the look in his eyes. "Best be prepared, Lucas. You're the champion of goblins after all. Ours is not an easy existence, but we are still very driven to continue it, regardless of the challenges."

The glint in her eye spoke of a hunger that even she carried just under the surface, held tightly but not completely shackled down. In the span of a heartbeat Lucas thought he sensed the thing he'd touched when he and Tasha were together. Something elusive, just out of reach. It faded beyond his awareness as Chai turned her focus back to watching and listening to the forest ahead.

The last leg back to the warren was full of introspection. On a whim Chai coaxed him into a jog, the water worn rocks smooth but just enough uneven in size and shape to keep Lucas focused on his footing. Lucas wasn't particularly athletic, so it was a little bit of a surprise that he managed to keep up with her graceful loping. Huffing and puffing spared him from trying to make small talk while working out the new light shed on his situation.

Unprotected sex had been a terrible life choice, but he doubted any man old or young could have done things differently put in a similar situation. His dating history rejected the idea that a gaggle of sexy green women would all want a piece of him, but the magical nature of his reality argued that if he wasn't careful, he'd be the goblin tribe's baby daddy. Something most of society apparently had a problem with. This was a twist he wasn't quite sure how to deal with. Maybe the pull out method? Or just sticking to hand and mouth stuff? Butt stuff was out of the question, considering hygiene so far seemed as medieval as everything else.

Well anyway, this was an adventure! He'd been summoned to a world that had magic in it. He was going to probably have to fight monsters and bandits. If he'd already accidentally knocked up a goblin, well, just like everything else that had dropped on him so far, he'd somehow just figure it out. He'd focus on the stuff that kept him alive first, and puzzle the complicated social aspects as they came along.

Chai was pleasantly surprised when he managed to finish the trip at an uninterrupted jog, telling him as much as she panted and stretched outside the camouflaged entrance to the warren. "You've a fair amount of endurance, Lucas. When you said your life was mostly sedentary, I expected you to be more fatigued. Makes me a little worried." She spoke between steady drags of air. He couldn't help but notice how the leather strained against it, her goblin anatomy at war with the warrior lifestyle she lead.

"Worried? I'm a little surprised I kept up, but that's a good thing, right? Maybe I've got more champion in me than I realized." He was still pulling big gulps of air, but struck a heroic pose with his chest out and fists planted at the hips.

Chai chuckled, head shaking as she raised the entrance. "It is good. It's not the amount of champion in you that concerns me, but of how much ends up in the tribe before we're ready to leave.

"Oh... huh." Lucas blinked, unsure what to say. He felt that strange 'somethingness', the presence of what he'd touched before, but then it was gone again. Lucas shrugged off the animals and Chai helped him half carry, half push it into the warren while she pulled the cord ahead of him.

Once inside it was easier to lug them through the tunnels. When the others noticed they'd returned, the whole tribe seemed to rush in at once, crowding in. Tasha pushed through to reach Chai, cheeks glossy with tears. All of them were upset, he realized with growing concern.

"They snatched them, Chai. Those rotten steaders snatched up Braga, Yona and Tigi before they could get out of the village. They got caught and its- it's my fault!" A fresh gush of tears streamed down her face as her gaze dropped to the floor, ears wilting low. The women around her hugged and patted her reassuringly.

Chai shook her head, her expression sad but resolved. "We knew what we were risking when we decided you could take that scroll. What are they charged with? As if they need much of an excuse."

"They're claiming a purse was stolen. There's orders to catch up any goblin on sight till one of us turns up with the coin." Tasha raised her eyes to stare imploringly at Chair. "What do we do? We can't give them back the scroll, and we've barely any coin on the best of days. Not enough for any purse, and who's to say they'll even let them go if we turned it over?"

"There's... nothing we can do, Tasha. We're going to have to leave them. Anything we try would just get more of us caught, maybe all of us if they realize we've been concealing our true numbers and seek us out."

A wave of sorrow swept over the women gathered as they moaned and hugged each other in their grief. Tasha had sunken to the ground, crying softly as others patted her shoulders. Chai held her sadness with a steady grip calloused by the many tragedies that had come before. "Remember them well. They aren't the first we've lost. They won't be the last. We endure."

Lucas frowned, listening to the goblins as they mourned their losses. They weren't dead though. Captured, but not dead. There wasn't anything more the goblins could do, with what amounted to a bounty on their heads. He wasn't a goblin though. Couldn't he do something? Check out the situation, at the very least.

"I think... if I'm going to be your champion, we should start with a rescue." He found himself declaring, voice rising over the weeping women. The crying reduced to sniffling as they looked up at him, as if remembering just then that they had summoned him for just such occasions. "I'll go to Uricstead. Maybe I can break them out, or maybe I can convince them to let the girls go. Maybe some third option I haven't thought of yet. I've got to try something."

Chai looked torn as she frowned up at him, voices murmuring as the goblins spoke amongst each other. "I... maybe... you're right. I thought we would have time to see what you can do, to better prepare for the journey. Perhaps fate plays a part in a summoned hero's path."

The den mother drew in a deep breath, considering the choices before her. "Migi, we've got a fine haul of meat. See that it gets processed as soon as possible, we're going to need the rations for the road. Pasha, Kaia, get everyone packing. Nothing too heavy- we're all going to need to carry some of the necessities when we leave this place. I have a feeling when the time comes to leave, we're going to be doing it at a run."

Their hopes rekindled, the goblins leapt to action, scattering among the tunnels to see Chai's instructions completed. Migi and a few other women lugged away the animals, leaving Lucas with Tasha and Chai.

"I'm going with you. It's my responsibility." Tasha declared with determination.

"If you're this sure, I suppose I'd have to tie you up to stop you following." Chai grinned, the mirth reaching her eyes suggesting she could do just that.

Tasha licked her lips and nodded, clearly aware Chai would succeed if she chose. The den mother sighed and returned her focus to Lucas looming above them. "That makes us a party of three, though we won't be able to follow you into the village. We'll guide you there and tell you what we can. After that... it's up to you to figure out. We'll understand if there's nothing that can be done for them. That you're willing to try for us is more than we could have hoped for in a champion."

"We'll get them back. I don't know how yet, but we will." Lucas felt his resolve solidify as he spoke. Voicing his intention made it real, as real as anything seemed to be surrounded by the fantastical.

"There's just one thing we should probably address." Lucas raised a hand to gesture at himself. He'd been wearing a black polo and jeans when he was summoned. Fine enough for a day at work or running errands, but not very practical for infiltrating a medieval settlement.

"Oh! That's right! You said you needed clothes. Those would certainly stand out." Tasha scurried off, calling a promise to return presumably with some new clothes.

"As we have another trip to make, I have some preparations to make as well. Migi will be packing up supplies, she can get you sorted with a meal and travel rations. Once you're fed and properly clothed we'll head out." Chai's voice was resolute, fixed with the practiced calm of someone all too familiar with hardship. She held his gaze for a lingering moment, amber eyes studying him. Then she turned and strode purposefully into the tunnels and vanished around one of the many corners.

Seeing as he was hungry again, Lucas decided to head for the kitchen. It was easy enough despite the labyrinth the goblin warren appeared at first. He just had to follow his nose, dodging the occasional goblin woman bustling through the passages while the smell of cooking food got stronger.

Tasha caught up to him as he was poking his head into the busy workspace. Migi, the stout and round cheeked goblin chef tended to a large cook pot while also wrapping parcels and guiding two other women in organizing and packing up her inventory of foodstuffs.

"Here! I'm not sure of the fit, but I can adjust them. We didn't have any shoes that would fit a grown human, but I thought we might wrap yours with a bit of leather so they don't stand out so much." She eagerly pressed the bundle of clothes into his arms then took the lead, pulling him into the cooking space.

"Migi, is there anything ready to eat? Our big hero needs to keep his strength up, and I wouldn't mind a little something myself..." Her clawed fingers were already reaching for one of the tightly wrapped parcels stacking on the counter. Misha fended off her intrusive reach with a gentle smack of a wooden spoon.

"I've got stew simmering, take a few bowls out for the lad and yourself. He can try on those new clothes you've gotten for him in the pantry." The wide gobliness wielded her spoon like a wand, gesturing towards a space at the end of the kitchen with a flap of patchwork fabric to serve as a door.

"Oh, well I was going to help him back in his room..." Tasha began to protest, but a poke with the spoon nudged her towards the large cauldron hanging over a bed of coals.

"We've places to be, girl. Take a platter, find a place to eat. The lad will be along shortly." Migi spoke with a finality that sent the other goblin woman sulking away, her arms loaded with a tray that was quickly loaded with bowls. A few other goblinesses helped her bring drinks and more bowls, and soon Tasha was swept away by a group of eager kin to the dining area.

Left alone, Migi shot Lucas an appraising look then poked him in the hip with her spoon. "In you get, there's plenty of space and most the shelves are empty now anyways. Not that there was all that much to begin with."

"Sure, okay. I'm Lucas, by the way. Thanks for all the food. It's uh, really good." He hoped the compliment hadn't rung hollow; the food was mostly pretty bland, with spices spread sparingly. It wasn't bad, which was worse than bland in his book, but it was food meant to fuel more than taste. Taste was one of the many luxuries these women had to endure in small supply.

The goblin cook let loose a hearty chuckle that made her plump body jiggle within the confines of her dingy apron. Lucas couldn't help but marvel at the woman's overabundance of curvatures. Their entire species seemed blessed or cursed to embody short stacked sex appeal.

"You're too kind, Lucas, but I'll not turn down the flattery of a handsome young lad such as yourself." Before he could take a proper step towards the pantry, Migi was pushing him gently yet insistently along, one hand still wielding that sturdy wooden spoon.

Unable to form a proper response, Lucas fell into step until he was through the thin curtain. He expected Migi to then bustle off back to the kitchen. Instead, she tugged off her apron and hung it onto a peg. She wore a grease stained cotton dress beneath it, with a neckline that was full to bursting with cleavage. After a quick glance through the curtain, she shot him a conspiratorial smile.

"Migi? I ah, thought there was still a lot to get done..?" Lucas asked nervously, though his mouth had curled into an unconscious little grin.

"Oh there's loads to do, for sure. Especially if you're to be charging off, all heroic and the like. A human man, committing himself to saving a gaggle of poor goblins? We need you in top shape, nothing to distract you, but... something to come back for, surely..?" Migi's nostrils flared as she stepped closer, seeming to breath in the air around him now that they were in such a confined space. For a moment her matronly bravado had faltered with a hint of uncertainty. It was quickly replaced with a luminous look of hunger as her nose brought her closer, till she was breathing softly against his navel.

"Such an honest scent... no shame, no conceit. And you've already had one of us..? Tasha, of course. Well she did summon you, so I suppose it fair." Migi's sigh was cool against his stomach. She was peeling up his polo, tugging up the undershirt with it, but her arms could only reach so far. "Hurry now, you're too tall for me to help with with the shirt but just right for me to handle the rest."

Lucas jaw slackened as he paused for his thoughts catch up. Migi had swept him along without giving him a chance to comprehend just what was happening, but by then her clawed fingers were deftly unbuckling his belt and discovering the convenience of zippers. He stammered a half worded assurance he could do it himself until his half erect cock was pulled free. It landed against Migi's face with a gentle clap of skin against skin. She let out a happy hum as his pants fell to the ground around his ankles.

"Migi, what are you-?" He was cut off when wet warmth sent a pulse of pleasure that turned his words into a shocked groan.

"Handling the rest, of course." Migi smiled at him from beneath the length of his rapidly hardening cock, her tongue lathering along the underside.

Fuck, these goblin women moved fast. Whatever protest he might have formed based on propriety or timing was choked out of him when Migi's mouth sucked his testicles into her possession. Despite the thick talons at the tip of each finger, the gobliness gripped his shaft with care, the digits playing artfully along his length while his balls were being sloshed around by her tongue. Tilting back, Lucas had to clutch at the shelves for support as Migi sucked and stroked.

There was an audible pop as her lips came away, breaking the vacuum sealed around his sack. She flashed an even hungrier smile at him as she let loose of his cock then popped loose the cord keeping her blouse in check. Her cheeks flushed a deeper green that spread down her breasts and to the tips of her fleshy green ears when his dick jumped in time to her breasts spilling free.

"Look at you, all worked up for little ol' Migi the cook..." Her eyes were practically glowing in the low light. Lucas wasn't sure he had a right to be looked at with such unexpected devotion from someone he had barely met, but then there was Tasha... Migi kissed the tip of his cock, tenderly mouthing the mushroom tip. Then her lips were parting, her mouth widening to pull him in past her teeth. Slowly but surely she was pulling him in, slurping greedily at every inch she claimed.

He lost his breath when an audible gulp suddenly stole the rest of his cock, Migi's lips clamping down to the root. It was all he could do not to fall to the ground as Migi squeezed down his entire dick, her swallowing throat impossibly stoking down his shaft with each gulp. Eagerly, enthusiastically, she blew him with a vigor that sent tremors through his whole body. There was no enduring it, nothing he could do to slow or savor the experience. He wasn't going to last long, and each throb of his cock seemed to encourage her to suck that much harder.

Even losing his footing wasn't enough to give her pause. Lucas clawed at the shelves as his body dropped, feet sliding outward to drop him onto his bottom. The smaller goblin caught him without losing an inch, slowing his descent until he was seated then resuming the ravenous throat fuck without hardly missing a beat.

Hands free from their death grip on the shelves, he reached for a different rack, filling his hands with Migi's glorious breasts. She'd already been humming around his dick; now she moaned, one hand rubbing furiously beneath her skirts while the other palmed his balls. Every gulp she squeezed them in time to her constricting throat, driving him closer, projecting her intention to drain everything he had to offer.

Utterly lost in the experience, Lucas was amazed how he could both want for his orgasm to come as quickly as possible, while also wanting to endure Migi's ministrations for as long as humanly possible. He was barely out of his virginity and already exploring the philosophies of sexual experiences. That brief epiphany along with the distraction of kneading the woman's plump nipples bought him a little more time to enjoy the blowjob. A deep, muffled moan heralded the arrival of Migi's orgasm. He entire body shuddered and convulsed with a flood of sensations that his every sense, even the newest one, were able to behold. What little time he had gained was lost in a heartbeat.

The squirming gobliness gulped and moaned as she came, her whole body shaking both with climax and the effort to stroke him. A desperate, almost manic need overtook her and his balls were clenched near to the point of pain as Migi gobbled him down her throat. Pleasure exploded from the depths of his core and Lucas burst. Hunched over and bucking convulsively, Migi got what she wanted and more.

She must have chained herself into another orgasm because she kept shuddering and moaning. One hand remained buried in her skirt, other squeezed his seed straight from the source and down her greedy throat. Just like with Tasha, Migi didn't seem to have a hint of a gag reflex. Each time his cock flexed to release a gush of sperm, her throat swallowed to massage his length so tightly anything left in the channel was drawn out. Only when the involuntary pulses relaxed to overstimulated twitching did she ease her grip on him and withdraw his length from her throat.

"Mmm, now there's a meal I don't mind making every day." Migi smiled at him from below, eyes heavily lidded with the glow of pleasure and affection.

Lucas slid a hand from her breast to cup the woman's face into his palm, his thumb brushing her round cheek with a tender caress. His awareness of that nebulous sixth sense was much clearer now, well within his reach once more. It was different, yet the same. It was the same entity, yet uniquely Migi's, something attached to her that he knew instinctively needed to go. He extended his influence into the thing attached to her and mentally severed it. It broke apart into nothingness, leaving him with a satisfaction that stacked neatly atop what he already achieved sexually.

Migi's smile deepened and she pushed his mushroom tip back between her lips, deliberately suckling the last droplets of cum before they could fall. "Come back safely to us, and fill the rest of me. If not for the press of time, I'd get my fill right now. I was already planning to make the girls wait, but... I think I've delayed you long enough. I actually believe you'll bring them back." She kissed the tip of his cock, then on unsteady hands and feet she rose to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "A champion of goblins... who ever thought such a thing might come along."

Lucas kissed her back, a strangely chaste peck of the lips considering those lips had just threatened to take his soul. The mood had changed. He felt victorious, that whatever he'd done to Tasha, and now Migi, was something important he couldn't quite understand yet. That maybe the others needed as well. He'd sensed it in Chai, but it was elusive. He hadn't felt it at all in the goblins until they started getting intimate. Unable to define what happened, he decided to leave it at that. There was something organic in the process he didn't think he could force anyways. Either it would come or it wouldn't. There were other things to deal with now, besides.

"I will bring them back. And, the- the other stuff." He grinned awkwardly despite feeling confident about his prospects of success.

Rising carefully, Lucas and Migi helped each other to steady their legs before sorting out their clothing. Lucas switched his modern attire for a loosely fitting, parchment colored shirt that hung to his knees over a pair of patched britches he had to roll up a few times around his ankles. Meanwhile Migi wiggled and bounced her bust back into the confines of her shirt, smoothed her dress, then reclaimed her apron from its hook.

"Don't worry about these, I'll see them taken care of." Migi gathered his clothes, tucking them under an arm. "Off you get!" Her spoon reappeared, gently poking him in the belly. "And come back soon."

Lucas chuckled, hurried out of the kitchen by Migi's jabbing spoon to rejoin Tasha and the other women clustered at the tables.

"Sure took you a while to get changed." Her words were an accusation, but the smile she wore was a playful one. "Suppose you had to make sure the fit was right."

Rising to meet him, Tasha pulled out some leather twine from a pouch she carried and used it to adjust the fit of his clothes. It was a relief when she was finished, and his clothes didn't feel like they might just slide off his body. Particularly the pants.

"Migi just... wanted to make sure I was motivated for the task ahead." Lucas wasn't sure what to confirm or deny, but playing coy seemed simple enough. Tasha's gentle laughter as she stepped back to study her handiwork was a relief. Whatever expectations these women had regarding relationships, he had almost no grasp of it.

"I'd say the outfit is a success. No different from any other human away from the farm far the day. Now eat! You're definitely going to need your strength now. Chai is already packed and waiting at the entrance. She wants to get to the village before nightfall."

He took the news that Chai was already prepped and waiting for the trip as a sign to take their situation seriously once more. Wolfing down two goblin sized bowls of soup was the easy part. Marching into an unfamiliar medieval town alone, to rescue a trio of goblins? Now that would be a challenge.

"Don't worry." Tasha placed a clawed hand over his own and patted it gently. Underneath the table, the other patted him between the legs. "I'll make sure there's no shortage of motivation."

Judging by the way she and the other goblin women looked at him, Lucas was thoroughly convinced that as a champion of goblins, he was going to get more motivation than he could ever have imagined possible.

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If you've made it this far, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my new series. If you like my work, check out In Dungeons Deep! It's my leading series, following a man named Hogarth as he ventures into a mysterious underground labyrinth known to the dark web as 'The Dungeon'. There's also Silk Red, a pokemon parody set in a world where a disastrous event unleashed dangerously powerful half human, half pokemon hybrids. I write in my spare time, but I'd like to do so more professionally. So please, hit me up in the comments! I read them all and constructive criticism is fantastic. Happy reading!