Fate Deals the Cards Temperance
Chapter 33
Sex Packets
I woke slowly and uncomfortably, despite the warm and cozy nest filled with warm and cuddly goblins I lay half buried in. There were two distinct sets of boobs in my face and at least three friendly girls had their hands wrapped around my wake up boner. They had a very firm collective grip which assured I was not going anywhere, until I’d done my ‘chores’ to their satisfaction. That was not the issue, not at all; my discomfort arose from a number of glowing golden amber text messages, blocking my vision with layer after layer of friendly, blocky text.
**Notification: **
Renewed proximity has allowed your designated familiar/alter/ally/homonculus/astral projection ‘Greela the Tigress’ to synchronize with your executive functions… Quests completed, rewards/quest in progress updating.
Several variations on that theme crowded my vision, until I blinked them away… One by one, a scant dozen of my ‘quest targets’ blinked out; the orange lights replaced by green ‘quest completion’ icons and reward notifications.
The list of cartoon character names went on a bit as well. I had Greela the Tigress, Strength the Behemoth, Deuce of Swords and a few others, who were supposedly on my team, in some bizarre, occult manner. Strength and Greela… I remembered those names from that chaotic, confusing night in that light cult town.
I remembered another name as well; Gary Ward, my own name. A name that had remained unspoken since I’d arrived in goblin form. Unspoken and barely remembered; even now that name felt like it belonged to that other guy. The long dead boy I’d been and whoever I’d become between then and now, that name was theirs… Yet the sexy, scary tigress had said it and called herself Greela Ward, declaring the inhuman giant to be her brother… it was all just too weird and crazy to figure out.
Congratulations, you have completed phase one of your quest! Rewards and benefits are currently processing. Species re-alignment currently processing. Please be patient as you integrate into your new species’ Akashic Record; this process may take some time.
The last text message cheerfully flitted away in a flock of golden sparkles and motes without clarifying a damn thing. I did get a warm and yummy feeling deep in my belly… Much like when I gobbled down that demon spider’s heart, a strange sort of vitality blasted through me from my puckered green butthole and out the top of my head.
I’d been struck by lightning of an eldritch sort, electrifying me and sending jolts through my fingers and toes.
“Cheif wakes?” Emmie purred softly, revealing that two of the hands on the chief’s staff were hers and she wasn’t going to take second to anyone this morning. “Me n’ Alba called dibbs last night! You gotta smush us good! Beryl says so!”
“You and Alba? You sure? Is she sure?” I asked sleepily, after a yawn that made my jaw crack. “She nub wants it rough, like you does. Nub be selfish, Emmie.”
“Alba wants all of you, cheif… She’s nub scared of you nub more.” Emmie cooed softly from the left, while Alba blushed sweetly and nodded, pressing her small, almost entirely flat chest up against me on the right.
“Cast your charm, chief… I wanna get smashed flat like Emmie gets. Hard, rough and till I can’t walk… fuck Emmie first, I’ll die on this thing if I go firsties!” Her hand waggled my rock-hard, almost scalding hot cock at the bright green goblin girl on my other side.
Emmie’s lush and bouncy frontage jiggled and wriggled on top of me, as she helped Alba climb on my face for a supervised ride. Warm and moist delights engulfed my world, as I completely abandoned all thoughts of quests and dungeon lords.
A few frantic, desperate, sweaty minutes later, Emmie lay sprawled out on the edge of our nest, just ruined, wrecked and completely passed out; with goblin batter dribbling from her sweet little nook in a slow stream.
I sighed into Alba’s hair, with my goblin-hood buried as deep as I dared in her slim, pale belly. Her slender arms wrapped around me, holding me close, pinning me inside her and hiding her climax from my hungry, wanton gaze. I felt a little cheated; the way she refused to allow me to look at her, while I plunged into her tender guts. She was full of contradictions… full of dick too.
On the other hand, seeing Emmie in that state tickled my pickle nicely and Alba didn’t care where I was looking, so long as it wasn’t at her. The terribly shy, furtive and lustfully desperate antics of my cute, pale cave-gobb damsel were too adorable to really bother me. Her claws traced the muscles of my back gently despite how hard I was stabbing her tenders with my royal scepter.
She gasped her squeaky, quiet, whispered scream of orgasm into my ear, then bit that ear hard enough to draw just a little blood, as I blasted her insides with a fresh coat of liquid Ghnash.
I flopped back on the nest, exhausted for the moment, dragging Alba on top of me with brute strength. Since I was still lodged inside her, she had to come along no matter what. I held her there, straddling me with those long, slim, pale green thighs and blushing furiously under my heated, hungry eyes. She clasped her hands over her modest breasts and lowered her eyes; until the monster inside her stirred and shifted again.
“Ohh! No, more!” She gasped, struggling to free herself from the saddle. My hands landed gently on her hips; not holding her in place, just making her attempt to extricate herself pause for a moment.
“You sure? Nub more?” I asked very gently, when she squirmed on me and blushed a little more. In the cowgirl position, she couldn’t hide, since she now needed her hands to keep me from plunging any farther into her. And I was in deep, slightly distending her belly with my cock; prodding her depths with almost half of me. Slim and lean as she was, Alba had more depth than any of the other girls, even those who had already had pups! The poor thing did struggle with my girth, though…
“Maybe a little more…” She gasped, turning away so she couldn’t see the lascivious leer of lust on my face, as I pillaged her sacred temple and defiled her again with my useless seed. Alba spilled bonelessly across Emmie’s limp form when I withdrew from her; as if I’d pulled her backbone out, not my dick. “Now, no more, Ghnash…” She whispered weakly, as Emmie’s arms embraced her, even while asleep.
“Very good work, Ghnash.” Violet muttered from somewhere nearby. I hadn’t noticed her approach, which bothered me more than a little; not enough to stop, though. “Nice form… Are you pleasure trained, after all?”
“Fuck off Violet.” I grunted between thrusts into sweet, plump and jiggly Heather, who had eagerly rushed over for a ride. “I is busy.” Violet may have had more to say, but I tuned her out entirely, while I made my sweet, funny Heather squeal and whine for more and less in turns; just the way she liked it.
“... formal treaty between our clans to ease trade and…” Violet was nattering, when Heather slipped off of me in a quivering heap and crawled over into the sticky pile Emmie and Alba were forming.
“Oh! Coraline! Nice-nice!” I gasped in honest delight. As a short, burly and muscular marsh goblin woman hopped onto my empty lap with a cry of triumph. She curled around me and pinned my dick between us, as she nearly crushed me in her mighty arms. Coraline liked it rough… and liked being rough. The poor dear couldn’t take more than a quarter of me; but that quarter got a wrestling match from those smooth, flexy abs and thick powerful thighs. We went a few rounds, struggling with each-other, not against each-other in sweaty bliss.
Finally, I tugged her arms behind her back and pinned her down for the finish; her face buried in my furs as I rammed her helpless, quivering body. I plunged deeper, making her squirm and groan under me, until she tapped out and I relented, backing out a scant quarter inch.
“You win, nasty goblin man…” She growled and glared at me over her shoulder. “I’ll let you spray that in me now!”
“Yes, dear.” I whispered to the back of her head as we climaxed together.
“I didn’t come here to watch you rut with these women…” Violet insisted, while Manzanita shyly crept into the nest, once Coraline flopped into the growing pile of gooey goblins, gluing up in the corner.
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“Shh! Manza is shy. Nub watch us.” I growled at the witch, as I pulled my furs over the dusty desert goblin girl’s almost painfully thin body. “Nub can talk now. Go away, witch. Ghnash will fuck you later, if you ask nice.”
Manza had only just joined us and hadn’t told me her story yet, but I sensed that she needed my touch and a quiet, gentle time to explore what would please her. Like all the girls, her interactions with males had been universally awful. Even women who had delivered several healthy pups before, often had no idea what to do with a dick that wasn’t attached to a stupid, thrusting beast.
I pressed myself against my newest mate, letting my warmth and scent carry her away gently, allowing her to set the pace. In a moment, a long slow sigh shook her bony ribcage. The hand stroking my dick with tentative, tickly gentleness was pleasant, as she learned about my body and her own at her own pace. I let her hands and lips roam over me, as she explored a male for the first time.
“Is all wet and sticky…” She mumbled, with a handful of me.
“Yub… want go to baths? I has much goblin goo on me.” I asked gently. “Can send others away for private time…”
“Is just Ghnash… and other mates.” She sighed gamely and gave me a weak smile. “Emmie says I should yummy on you, is okie?”
“Yub… just watch claws and teeth.” I whispered softly, as she climbed down me, conveniently offering her narrow, hairless slit for my delectation. She was delicious, even if she never managed to find enough courage to mount me properly…
Out under the sun, wearing my awful goggles, I stretched and yawned again, before heading for the bath… I was a mess. “Will you listen to me now, Ghnash?” Violet asked when I slipped into the pool.
“Trade and deal with Sara. We has… unresolved issue.” The bloodshed was minimal and my words were clear enough, I decided that was a victory and rewarded myself with a treat. I scooped up a goblin girl at random and gave her a long, slow kiss and fondle, just to annoy the witch.
“Oh! Lucky Ghnash, is April!” I murmured, while the chubby-cheeked, small-boobed goblin climbed into my lap and began to bounce up and down. Her pear shape was just perfectly balanced and bouncy; ideal for my current game. Her merry giggles of delight at my kisses and happy squeals when I really stuck her plump little pussy were just the soundtrack for the moment.
I rested my chin on April’s shoulder, so I could watch her little boobies bounce and also see the barely controlled anger on Violet’s face while I railed the chubby goblin in the bath. “Speak, mother Violet.”
“Infuriating goblin…” She grumbled sourly. “Teach me the art of these charms you make. I would gain this knowledge for my tribe.”
“Take one apart. Learn if you can.” I sighed softly in April’s ear and slowed my stroke, making her coo and purr. “Nub can teach my arts. Alien arts, nub goblin.”
Heedless of the witch, April pinched my thigh under the water, demanding more and faster. “Yes, dear!” We began rocking back and forth, while I smiled pleasantly at Violet. I migrated out into deeper water with my pool toy, deeply enjoying both my mate and the effect we were having on the visitor.
April made cute little grunting noises when she erupted around me, her arms and legs windmilling hilariously, spitted on my shaft and otherwise floating free in the deep end. Feeling silly, I used my buoyancy to jiggle-fuck her tender, battered entrance from below, until she climbed out of the pool and ran away, laughing and barely able to stay on her feet.
“It’s good to be the king.” I sighed at Violet, like a huge, bloated ass-hole.
“I demand you teach me these spells and charms! For our people’s sake!” She gasped, staring at a white, ropey glob of liquid Ghnash that floated by… Just because I have control of the water in the pool doesn’t mean anything that was a totally random jizz bubble flotilla, I swear! Anyway, I took the piss out of the witch for a good part of the evening, until I finally got out of the bath and began trying to salvage what was left of the day; I was off schedule and that was always troubling.
“Spar with me, sensei?” Thera asked, once I was dressed in my kilt and shorts. I hadn’t even noticed she was in the bath…
“I’m sorry, Thera… Nub mean to plow wives in front of you.” I stammered, my old human inhibitions and hangups tumbling down from somewhere high above me in a torrent. “Wanted to annoy Violet!”
“I serve the goblin princess, in the hall of the goblin king… Do you think I don’t know where little goblins come from, sensei?” She asked mildly, a wicked twinkle in her eye at seeing me so flustered. “Come, we will have a mock battle in the woods. We both have much to work through.”
“Take easy… nub hurt Sapphie’s friend.” I scolded her gently as we walked out into the wilds to stalk each other with wooden swords and blunted spears.
/
“Easy, now…” Eight of Coins murmured to the horsies, when Fillip climbed onto the cart in the bright morning sunshine. They huffed and chuffed for a moment, then calmed under his hands, accepting that the goblin wouldn’t hurt them; in the silent, instinctive way all horses seemed to understand the Ward brothers. Hitching four of the fine, freshly stolen, saddle-bred war horses to the cart was a travesty, but they didn’t mind and who cares, out in the goblin haunted wilds.
Strength led the way, his long legs eating up the miles at a steady walking pace that the wagon struggled to keep up with on the smooth, well graded road through the pass. The Garies trotted along behind the wagon loaded with loot on their own stolen mounts and saddles, enjoying a ride in the sunshine.
Fillip, for his part, was mystified by the goggles of dark crystal, set in rims of carved bone. He could see in the day, without pain! He peered through the lenses at everything they passed, marveling at the colors and vibrant life all around.
Strength slowed his pace after a while, signaling the team to halt. “Team meeting… the whole team.” The giant winked down at the tiny green man in the silly highland Scots outfit. “Greela will be here soon. Take a break.”
“Smart ogre…” Fillip muttered happily as he hopped down from the cart. The tiny man scooted into the bushes and emerged a moment later, adjusting his kilt and grinned. “Fillip houstrained! Nub have’ta beat him much!” He chirped at Eight, a hopeful look in his eyes. “Good goblin?”
“Good goblin.” His master agreed gently, giving him a pat on his shaggy head and an ear rub. “Let’s take a walk while we wait.”
Dressed in the clothes of a common man, all in shades of brown and gray, Eight blended into the rocky and desolate badlands they strolled through, following a game trail. In loose, sturdy trousers tucked into well made boots, a shirt of linen and a sash, bearing a short, curved sword at his waist, under a long woolen coat; the Eight of Coins would not draw attention on any street in any human realm. He moved through the rugged wilderness with an ease that belied his urbane dress and suggested that the man was more than simply an alchemist and mage.
In contrast, Fillip was naturally graceful and agile, but unschooled in the ways of the wilds and unsteady on broken terrain. Stones rolled under his feet, branches swiped at his face and leaf litter concealed dangerous pitfalls for the goblin, too long used to walking on smooth floors.
“I’m sorry, little guy…” Eight murmured when he realized the goblin’s struggle. “We’ll put some healing ointment on your feet when we get back to the wagon.” The man sighed, once the goblin was tucked inside his coat for the walk back. Fillip snuggled in, hugging his master tight and purring softly in utter contentment.
“He’s really gotten attached to you, Eight.” Greela rumbled, sounding both pleased and concerned.
“Open mind, open heart, Greela. I’ve decided to let this unfold and follow my heart.” Eight sighed, petting the tiny creature’s shaggy hair. “Wheel said I might find what I’ve been looking for, here. That’s why I joined this expedition in the first place.”
“I did wonder.” The tigress purred, ruffling the smaller man’s hair with her paw, the way he was mussing the goblin’s.
“Nub disrespect master, slave-girl.” The goblin grumbled from Eight’s coat. “He is wise and brave.”
“Greela isn’t a slave, Fillip. She’s my sister and the leader of this group.” Eight lectured the goblin gently. “Remember, my tribe doesn’t believe anyone can be a slave.”
The green guy blinked his big, violet eyes in confusion, which was hilarious, behind those goggles. “Kittygirl!” The gobb declared, as if that was the ultimate argument and he’d won it with style.
“So, because I’m a tigress, I should shut up and obey?” She asked the tiny dude, so very sweetly.
“Yub-yub! Shut it.” He grumbled sleepily. “Maybe master will pound your ass, if you’re a good kitty.”
“Oh… No, Greela… he doesn’t understand yet…” Eight stammered and blustered desperately.
“I won’t hurt him, Eight. Just let me hold him.” The tigress purred softly. “We need to come to an understanding.”
“Greela won’t hurt you, Fillip… so just let her hold you, please. Is that ok?” Eight mumbled into his coat, to the frightened goblin hiding inside.
“Yub-yub. Master says.” Fillip agreed, before clambering out like a kitten and leaping from Eight’s shoulder, onto Greela’s. “Listen to master good-good. Kitty will go far.” The goblin patted her wide, orange striped cheek condescendingly and smiled. The tiger growled, before plucking the little creature off her shoulder and holding him up for a good look at those massive jaws.
“Sorry! Sorry! Good kitty!” The goblin squeaked, while his legs churned empty air.
“Right. Remember that, Fillip.” The tigress growled, before handing him back to Eight.
“We have a shard boundary ahead, it’s a little jarring, but harmless. The climate and environment change, for the better.” A small cheer rose from the men, who were tired of the dismal wastes and the faint stench of burning from the distant fort.
The team crossed into a pleasant alpine forest, overlooking grasslands and the twinkle of a distant lake or sea. A fresh sea breeze confirmed for ocean, raising another soft cheer from the identical men and the giant. Of the tigress there was no sign, as she prowled the region, seeking her prey.
/
Thera had put a lot of thought into this matchup between us… The little wretch. I stalked that sneaky cat through a meadow of wildflowers, under a blooming magnolia that spread its boughs wide, casting enormous petals to the wind.
Among the fragrant blossoms, I couldn’t scent track a skunk. Being nose-blind was a real handicap, since I was almost eye-blind with my goggles on… this was starting to feel like a setup.
I sidled around a cluster of hollyhocks, my nose filled with their resinous, pleasant aroma of sunwarmed leaves. That told me nothing about who or what might be lurking on the other side of that lovely floral growth…
Surprise, surprise! It was a setup. A short, hefty club whooshed the air out of my guts with a single blow, while another came down from above like a leaping swamp panther, clouting me across the back of the head savagely.
“Take him down! Someone get rope!”
“Enough, noble knights… You have defeated your foe, give him parole, as chivalry dictates.” Thera’s mocking voice drifted from nearby, while the damned runties clambered off of their prone king.
“Pillow clubs? Pillow Spears?” I asked carefully, eying the ‘weapons’ of my foes. “Is you?” I demanded of the smirking cat, who nodded shamelessly, perched on an upper bough of the magnolia tree, watching the show.
“My plan… Yes, sensei. The impetus of this scheme was your own directive. If the goblin women must hunt men without harming them, they must learn to be far stronger hunters. The children will face this trial some day and I would see them skilled and ready, when the time comes.”
That awful cat had me there, the evil little… “Yub-yub.” I grumbled as I stood up and dusted myself off. “Is wise.” I glared at her, which just made her smile expand… bloody cat.
I took a guestimate of the time by the sun, squinting to read the tree’s shadow and grunted. “Playtime over. Ghnash hunts meat.” I slipped into the bush silently, to salvage a little of my battered dignity after that debacle. It’s not that I have a big ego… but I’m the goblin king! That requires a certain level of bad-assitude and swagger. Getting beclowned hard and absolutely wrecked by a dozen tiny goblin girlies with colorful, cute, padded weapons in a flower garden is hard on a guy, you know?
I was mulling over those thoughts when I stepped out into a clearing and right into one hell of a… something.
