Fate Deals the Cards Temperance

  Chapter 15a

  Later that night, as I blazed a trail toward our next camp spot a solid eight miles from home, as I crested a hill above the river we’d been following, I caught the scent of the sea on the wind. The salt tang and fresh breeze cut through the fog in my head like an obsidian blade. A sense of vast relief washed over me when I smelled the new, but so familiar whiff of seaweed and brine. I released my house into wherever it went, when it wasn’t… Then I began searching for our new site, hoping for a view of the ocean, if I crossed just one more hill…

  I couldn’t see the shore over that next hill, or the next one either… but I smelled a goblin girl out there, an unfamiliar scent, deep in the throes of tummytime and unstuffed.

  No reek of male gob assailed my nose, so I wasn’t walking into a blood frenzy; those were always ugly affairs. I licked my lips a little carelessly and paid the price for it, but I was on the scent and nothing much else mattered.

  Down the hills and around a low, thorny line of brambles about a mile away, I found a neat little burrow that smelled delightful. It was empty and abandoned, but the nest was still slightly warm. I followed her trail into the woods, headed downhill and to the west, growing closer by the minute. I paused at the treeline, where the woods became grasslands again, sloping down to a wide, calm body of water.

  I smelled salt, but there were no waves, which was less important than the aroma I was tracking. I also paid little attention to the wide, dirt road running down the shore, headed out of sight to the north and south. Roads were less interesting than what I smelled, drifting from the copse of willow trees beside a spring on the hillside. I’ll give you one guess what had me on full alert, while blithely ignoring my surroundings.

  When a tiny sting pricked my neck and darkness took me, I hardly noticed; since my nose was the last sense to fail and it was super stoked about the whole deal.

  I woke slowly as the drug faded from my mind and body… It took a little time for me to realize I was spread eagle and staked to the ground, bound at ankles and wrists, with something over my face, blocking almost all light. It was daytime; I could feel the sun on my skin and a few tiny pinpoints gleamed inside the basket over my head.

  Something covered my hands and feet as well, like roughspun socks and mittens; someone didn’t want to have to worry about my claws…

  “I dunno… He smells funny.” A female voice whispered nearby. “He’s going ogre? No good for us, if so!”

  “Nub nub, child… I’ve caught a goblin of some kind; that’s sure… But what kind or kith?” Another voice murmured from just as near. “If he were monstering up, he’d be rampaging right now; because he is awake and listening to us.”

  A toe poked me in the ribs roughly, as the second voice addressed me. “Stop faking, goblin! Your pecker keeps giving you away!” A hand caressed my staff, not gently, but the way one would pat a beast of burden, once it was safely yoked to the plow.

  “Is it safe?” Yet another voice asked, sounding more than a little unsure.

  “Very not safe! This one is no good!” My first speaker grumbled. “Kill him and we will hunt another!”

  “No, we keep this one, at least until mother Jereel sees him. She will decide.” Voice number two declared firmly. “My catch, my say-so.”

  I could smell these girls, they were not in their season, which was probably why I failed utterly to notice them stalking me through the woods, while I was trailing their bait. Now I was staked to the ground with a basket over my head and no clue where I was. Their talk of killing me and my vulnerable position was pretty unimportant to the ravenous beast that had control of me at the moment.

  Tied down, helpless and wild with lust, I was a helpless prisoner on the inside too, shackled by the rage in my blood as surely as my body was restrained. I kicked myself internally, since I wasn’t going to be kicking anything externally for a while. Those ropes were pretty darn sturdy.

  I was beyond speech, with my executive functions watching from way back in my skull, where it was warm and safe. Even if I had enough brains working to try and talk my way out of this, I couldn’t have. I was so damn thirsty…

  When your teeth stick out every which way, waking up with a deadly dry-mouth was just a daily thing. I couldn’t even try and communicate, until I got my talking stuff lubricated.

  I always had a jug of water or tea waiting by my nest and plenty more tucked in my shadow; but right now, they might as well be on the moon… which we didn’t even have here. My panicked mind was just flailing, lost in a swirling stew of hunger, thirst, fear and most importantly, lust!

  “Is safe, Mercy. Come closer.” My primary captor ordered the newcomer. “Is your first up-close with a male, yub-yub? Look, sniff… see? Nub scary, once tied up. This one is extra calm!” Strong, taloned hands groped me, turning my head this way and that, rotating my arms and generally shifting me about.

  “Nub tattoos or brands! Wild marsh gob and a strong one too.”

  Those same strong hands groped my balls and even tapped on my back door, which made me pucker instinctively. “Intact balls and a tight asshole too, nub a butt-boy. Maybe escaped; could be a human’s pet fuck-slave? Is pretty enough!”

  A warm, purring note entered her voice as she considered that. “Could be pleasure trained. I has heard of such things.”

  “Nub… You nub saw his face! I put basket on him, is nub good face. Many teeth and tusks. I think he goes ogre soon. Dangerous.” That first girl insisted.

  “Shush! You scare Mercy!” Girl B, who was against slitting my throat, insisted. “My capture, Cammie. Run along and hunt your own male if you want his blood more than you want a good sticking.”

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  The sound of a surly and angry goblin departing drifted to my ears, as one of the unfamiliar scents faded away. “Sit, Mercy. This male cannot hurt you.” My captor said softly.

  “When your season comes, you will lure our prey in, just as your brave brave sister did. Trust your hunt-sisters, be brave and you will reap the rewards of the victorious.” She whispered reverently. “Now watch, as Hope takes her first step into our sisterhood.”

  Even under my basket hood, I smelled the approach of the girl I had been trailing. She smelled of warm blackberries on the vine in late summer, sun warmed girl-skin and all the best things in life… and she was coming closer.

  “See? It grows even larger! Hope has captured a fine one.” She sighed, excitement and pleasure evident in her voice. “Still he does not struggle. I think this one has been trained very harshly; yet he has no scars of the whip or manacles… how odd.”

  “Can I touch it?” The querulous girl asked softly.

  “Of course, just don’t play with it too much. He is your sister’s prey, she should enjoy him fully. Let me show you how it is done, my child.”

  I moaned, as warm, strong, taloned hands clasped me, joined a moment later by two less confident paws, which were less adept at controlling their claws. The sting of tearing skin shook me out of my haze quickly.

  “Be careful with your claws, girl! It’s hard as stone, but made of skin and blood! We will take what we need from him and do what must needs be done… Without cruelty or unneeded suffering. That is our clan’s way.” The confident and more mature voice whispered.

  “Oh, dear, you’ve bloodied him just a little. Let’s clean him before Hope arrives… help me patch him up.”

  “He’s very clean already… Aside from a little blood on his balls.” The other whispered meekly.

  “He is, at that, how extra odd… and how nice for us!” The leader exclaimed. “They usually smell pretty bad.”

  That divine scent swelled suddenly and I forgot all about my scratched dick and the ropes, the basket on my head and all that stuff. All that mattered was her… And whatever I needed to do to get as much of me inside her as I could manage. My hips bucked involuntarily, as I felt a warm body above me. A soft squeak of dismay sounded, as that fragrant creature backed away.

  “He’s a strong one! Never fear Hope, we will aid you. Mercy, lay across his belly, I’ll hold his legs.” My captor murmured in reverent tones. “Hope… Mount up and become a woman of the tribe in truth. This is the crucible we must all face. Mercy, watch and learn.”

  Someone made an awful, hacking and gagging sound, and a strong, confident hand slapped something wet and warm onto the head of my cock. With brisk and business-like moves, that hand spread whatever it was… (goblin snot, I’m sure) all over the upper quarter of my lower quarter.

  “Be brave when your time comes, little sister.” A new voice whispered, as something very tight, warm and wet embraced me in a very very nice way.

  As she moved, slowly and gently, I squirmed with delight and moaned, while the girls holding me down struggled in silence.

  It became a game of three dimensional chess, as I tried to wriggle deeper into my new friend’s sweet secrets, while she and her friends tried to keep me from murdering her.

  “Oh, Stars! I can’t go on!” She gasped and moaned, when I managed to slip just a little more of me in her, than she was hoping for.

  “Stay the course, child! It’s all for naught if you give up now!” My unnamed captor called to her struggling pupil.

  I didn’t last long at all, but poor Hope was sobbing with pain, pleasure and relief, long before I made a mess of things and her elder let her dismount in a flood of… well, you know.

  I lay there, listening and breathing heavily, as Hope staggered away, taking her divine aroma with her. A few moments later, my captor took a deep breath and shouted into the unseen world around us. “Next!”

  /

  “My lord Peltier…” Sir Axelrod coughed awkwardly outside the commander’s tent a few minutes after dawn.

  “Yes? Speak man!” The lord barked angrily at his second officer and chief mage.

  “There is no active reading, my lord. Only residual traces remain.” The nervous knight answered carefully. “I checked three times, my lord. It has vanished.” A faint note of hope entered the young knight’s voice as he spoke again. “Perhaps it has been devoured by some monster… We could resupply at the outpost town of Bywater and resume our investigation in a few weeks.”

  “It has not been slain, Axelrod. I know it has not. That creature is a threat to our very way of life, not just here, but across the realms.” The unseen lord gasped, furious and deranged. “The Light warns me, from deep within, that this thing must be destroyed immediately! Every sunrise that creature sees is a blasphemy before the Light!”

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  After a few days of exhausting travel, exhausting cultivation of my internal forces and very little fucking, I was a mess and my situation was not improving.

  I have no idea how many girls used me throughout that day, since I was in a hormone and sex induced daze until the sun began to set at last.

  Blessed sundown whispered through me even inside my awful, smelly basket hood, renewing my ragged and battered body just a little... sending a trickle of life into my limbs. My mind was still just hugging its knees in the back corner of my skull, rocking back and forth, totally catatonic. My body, however… it had ideas! I took that moment and executed the master plan I’d been formulating all day, the cunning, clever, animal me!

  With patience, I awaited the right moment, when my captors seemed inattentive, distracted by their own activities I made my genius move. In a brief instant, I lunged, thrusting my hips with all my might, plunging deeper into whoever was riding me.

  A wailing scream lifted to my ears, sweet and musical, while I struggled against the warm soft bodies that piled onto me from all around. I thrashed and lunged with my hips, struggling to wriggle even deeper, while they kicked and pummeled me, screaming awful things.

  “Stars above, get her off of it! Gently, don’t pull her guts out on it! Someone, tie that thing down properly!” A loud and angry voice shouted over the din.

  “By the outer gods… what a mess…”

  “... should end him now, before any more get hurt.”

  “What if we stab him in the belly? We could use him for a while till he weakens.”

  I wasn’t really listening to them; I was busy being upset that they had taken away my prey and I was just waving around in the empty air. The ropes burned and chewed at my skin at ankles and wrists, which was unimportant; I wasn’t inside any of the bellies I could smell so close by! That was the real issue here; one I complained about with mindless grunts and whimpers, while thrusting my cock at any sound or scent that came near.

  I hardly felt their kicks or the clubs they beat me with, nor the claws that pinched and twisted my flesh or pulled my hair and ears viciously. Only when one of them struck my tackle did I finally roar with agony, which only increased the fury with which they continued to beat me.

  “Stop! No one hurts him any further! He’s my prey, my capture!” A familiar voice rose over the ongoing din and ruckus. “I offered to share this goblin with your clan, since he has so much; but now you abuse my prey and my generosity!” She scolded my tormentors, who were still not straddling me!

  “I will have words with mother Hessen about this matter. Torture play is forbidden, even if he’s hurt one of us! You know the law!”

  I listened with growing despair as many of the girls fled the scene… I hadn’t even been ridden by one or two of them yet! A moment later, more girls came near, rekindling my hopes for more.

  Instead, they strapped me down more securely, staking me down at knees, hips, belly and shoulders as well. I would need a new master plan; but first I needed to get back inside someone… That was the priority!

  “He is secure, mother Violet…” A girl who was not ripe, and thus, unimportant said from beside me, as she finished snugging a rope over my thighs.

  “Very well. Line back up while his strength lasts, girls. We will get as much use from him as we can, the poor thing. Waste not, want not.”

  “He hurt Amber! We should kill him now!” Someone else shouted angrily. “It’s too dangerous!”

  “We all know the risks. If Amber dies, we will mourn her, but do not abuse my prey any more.” That voice sounded cold and hard, not as hard or as cold as me; since I was just standing there, waiting for a warm, wet rider to mount back up. A few voices grumbled, but before long I was once more snug inside a warm tight place that felt right.

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