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Bear the Goblin (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-11-30 21:00:03 +0000 UTCThere is so much in this world to enjoy, I can’t understand why some people get so bogged down. Even during bad times, surely there is something you can look at and go ‘ah, that’s worth a smile’. Ever since I was little I was like this, not because I consider myself overly optimistic or anything. I seemed to be able to get excited about whatever.
My father was a highly sought out blacksmith, so our home was always filled with all sorts of adventurers, rouges, hunters, and whatever. They come to my father wanting all these amazing weapons or armor and I would just be in awe of them. As I got a little older, I would make them in awe of me. This led to me being kicked out of the house, but it was even a reason for me to get excited. I joined with a group of travelers, picked up an axe, and I went out into the world as one of those people I had been in awe of for so long. I didn’t surprise me at all I was good at it, what did surprise me was how much I loved it.
Traveling, fighting, hunting, doing whatever I wanted was great. I got to meet so many people and do so many amazing things. I would go home home occasionally, but my favorite place in the world to go was the Granmouth Pub. It had become more home to me than anywhere.
The owner, Moth, had become a good friend over the years and he had a room for me whenever I needed it. I suppose I could be a nuisance to him too, but we always kissed and made up eventually.
Strolling in one evening after a long journey, I noticed a large group in the back all huddled together. Approaching the bar, I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. They all looked fresh and new, excited but slightly scared.
“Don’t even think about it, Bear.” Moth growled at me.
“What?” I huffed back at him as I leaned over the bar.
Moth glared at me, his dark eyes bore into me. He knew me too well, and that was a problem. “Don’t ‘what’ me, you aggravating half-pint.” He thrust a stein of beer at me. Moth was a massive half-orc fella, and nicknamed so because of the birthmark that covered his face which looked like, well, a moth. I used to flirt hard with him in the beginning of our friendship, but now we trade barbs like any close friends.
“Just looking. I can look, can't I?” I turned back to the young group, seeing amongst their ranks a couple of orcs, a minotaur, a tiefling, and a rakshasa.
“Looking for you often means something else,” Moth snarled. “Things have been quiet since you were last here and I’ve found I enjoyed it.”
I smirked back at him. “As if you don’t miss me sucking your cock.”
Moth’s nostrils flared as he glared down at me. “Do you ever get tired?”
“Never. My stamina is vast and as far as I know, bottomless.” I hand him back the empty stein. “Unlike your tap.”
Moth grumbled something under his breath as he refilled my mug. “They’re a young group, refugees from Obresh.”
I clicked my tongue as I looked back at the group. “I see.”
Moth gripped my hand as I tried to take my beer. He flashed me a warning look. “I know I can’t stop you from doing anything, Bear. Just go easy on them.”
I snickered and freed myself from him. “You make me sound like some sort of troublemaker.”
Moth didn’t like my joke. “You are.”
I got up from my stool and strolled over towards the table. One of the Orcs caught sight of me first and quickly pulled up the map they were looking over. The others all turned to look at me and a couple stiffened into a defensive position. They all looked ready for the part as a ragtag team, but I could smell how fresh they were. They hadn’t been at this long, if at all. Being a veteran in this field, I would be willing to offer my services to them.
I put on my best smile just for them. “Fine group you have gathered here. What’s the deal?”
The tiefling’s eyes narrowed upon me, glinting bright gold in the torch light. He glanced back to the orc who I assumed was the leader. “What’s your deal?” The tiefling tossed at me.
“Just a lonely little goblin who sees an exhausted crew.” I raised my stein to them. “Simply wish to make some decent conversation.”
The one orc glare dat me while the rest seemed to wait for his command. “We’re fine, thank you.”
Polite fella! Big and polite, always a good combo. “Come now, it looks like you could use some feminine company.”
The tiefling cleared his throat then quickly looked away.
“Oh? Are you still listening to mommy and not talking to strangers?” I giggled. “Well, let me remedy that. My name is Bear-”
“Bear?” The minotaur balked. “As in the goblin barbarian?”
I smiled proudly. They had heard of me! “That’s right.”
“No way,” the second orc laughed. “You look way too small to be Bear.”
The first orc glared at him. “Facer, shut up.”
“I’d be happy to prove myself to you boys if you don’t believe me. Always happy to do that.” I finished off my beer and set the stein aside. “I’m happy for any sort of company on this fine evening.”
The first orc turned away from his friends and looked at me. “Sorry, ma’am-”
“Ma’am?” I blurted and behind me I heard Moth clear his throat loudly.
The leader orc was frowning as he looked at me. “We’re just tired, we really don’t want any trouble.”
“I wasn’t offering trouble until your little friend tried questioning me.” I glanced back to the one he called Facer. “Also, it’s quite rude to not introduce yourself after I so graciously did.”
“Brom, I’m Brom,” the minotaur said instantly, despite the exasperated look on their leader’s face.
The tiefling sighed. “I’m Spring and this is Prem,” he motioned to the rakshasa. “He’s shy.”
“And you’re Facer,” I smirked to the second orc whos till looked pissed. I grinned up at the leader. “And who might you be, young man?”
His brow pinched. “Sarod.”
“Oh! Like the old god. Your parents must have hated them to name you that,” I laughed.
Sarod sneered down at me. “Listen, we’re kind of busy and hoping to get some rest soon. It’s been nice meeting you-”
“You haven’t met me just yet!” I interrupted. I hoped up, taking the seat beside Sarod. “That evening has just gotten started! What’s the rush to end it so soon?” I placed my hand on Sarod’s thigh, slowly moving it up and down. “Besides, i can’t help but feel like you need my services.”
Sarod’s face turned a darker shade of red but he didn’t move a muscle.
“Because you’re a mercenary right?” Spring asked. He had dark wine red skin and curly black hair. He was so pretty I might have been jealous.
“That too,” I chuckled. “I'm actually looking for a crew to join. I wouldn’t mind teaming up with a bunch of strapping young men like yourself.” My hand in Sarod’s lap was moving towards something warm, something delicious.
“How do we even know you’re ‘the Bear’,” Facer scoffed. “You look like some scrawny goblin from where I’m sitting.”
I cut my eyes at him, he sounded so bratty. “I offered to show you. Why not take me up on it? Or are you afraid?”
Facer scoffed and looked away.
Brom leaned over the table towards me. “Is it true that you found the lost city of Bougaize?”
I smirked, continuing to pet Sarod’s lap under the table. “I wouldn’t call it a city, so much as a bunch of ruins. But yes, I did. It was being used as a hideout for the Nethermark thieves.”
“They’re a fairy tale,” Facer scoffed.
“Are they?” I took my hand off Sarod’s for one second to remove a keepsake from my bag of lucky charms. I laid out the Nethermark emblem on the table for them to inspect. “Sometimes fairy tales have a hint of truth to them.”
They huddled around to get a look at the carved stone emblem. I had taken it from one of the thieves after a good fight. They had kidnapped a rich trademan’s son for ransom and I got him back.
“How do we know this isn’t fake?” Facer wasn’t going to be fooled, not that I was trying or anything.
I snatched back the charm and put it away. “You don’t, but I do.” I then saw two guys come into the bar that I knew. I blew them both and they left me with nothing. I put them on my shit list after that. Anyone who doesn’t reciprocate a lady isn’t worth the time of day. Of course, they noticed me and approached the table.
“Hey Bear, long time no see,” one said.
“Would like to see you like we used to,” the other laughed.
I inched closer to Sarod. “I told y'all you wouldn’t be seeing me that way ever again.” I found the source of Sarod’s heat, and my god, it was huge.
The first guy grabbed my arm. “Come on Bear, let us make it up to you.”
I slapped his hand away. “Fuck off. Can’t you see I’m with my friends?” Spring and Prem both flinched at this comment.
I was grabbed again, but this time I kicked him hard. The second guy rushed the table and Spring reacted, hitting them down. There was silence for a long pause, but soon, the bar erupted into a brawl. I knew I’d owe Moth for this, but I always ended up in debt to him one way or another.
Some tables and chairs were destroyed at the end of the evening, but luckily none of the windows were harmed. Moth closed down for the evening while I took the hapless group to the back to tend to whatever wounds they had.
Facer had a nasty cut on his forehead that I took care of first. “You fight pretty good,” he mumbled.
I smirked. “I know.”
“Sorry things got out of hand,” Spring said.
“You boys did good, nothing to be worried about. In fact, I think I owe you all a reward.” I took off my top and exposed my breasts to them. I could see their gazes change, and the energy of the room crackled. I smirked as Moth came into the back and rolled his eyes at me.
“Just don’t break anything else,” he growled and shut the door.
Facer reached out, touching one of my soft breasts with his big hand. I moaned softly in reply, letting them know I was ready and willing for anything. Silent little Prem came forward, placing his warm, wet mouth around my other breast. His rough tongue felt amazing against my skin and I broke into a huge, hungry grin.
“You sure about this?” Sarod growled.
I moaned again as Facer got closer and Prem’s mouth glided down my side. “It’s my favorite thing in the world besides fighting, and I’ve already done that tonight.”
Sarod licked his lips, watching as Facer took out his cock and placed it in my hand. I stroked the young orc, marveling at his girth even when soft. Prem was going lower, kneeling down before me and removing my loincloth. Spring stepped in, also placing his cock in my hand. He was nice and long, and such a pretty color. I stroked him with Facer, biting my lip as I imagined what these young men could do to me. I cried out as Prem began licking me below, his rough tongue pressed between my mound, finding my clit hot and ready.
“Such a good boy, prem,” I giggled. “Oh fuck, that tongue!”
Spring turned my head and pressed the tip of his cock against my lips. “Speaking of tongue.” I let his cock in, happily slurping upon it as Brom came forward, taking my now free hand. He was heavy and had a set of balls that could kill a man if he used them right. In the back, Sarod watched us, his cock pulsing hard against his pants.
Prem was now purring against me and the vibrations were driving me wild. I gagged on Spring’s cock and had to pull back to catch a breath, only for Facer to thrust his thick shaft into my mouth. This was exactly what I wanted. All this handsome young men using me and fucking me, I never felt more alive. I caught Spring and Brom kissing so I turned and sucked Brom’s cock. Facer rubbed his soaking cock against my breast, and Prem slid his fingers inside me.
Sarod finally approached, he dropped his pants and picked me up to kiss me. I moaned against his lips, tasting a bit of blood from the fight earlier. He then took me, sliding his giant cock inside me. Thank god for Prem and his feasting, or he might have never fit. Sarod was the second biggest dick I’d ever had. The first belonged to Moth.
Prem stepped up, putting his cock in my mouth. I was suspended between the two, taking them both as they thrust into me. Prem’s cock was trembling already, and his sweet, delicate moans made me grow even more excited. Sarod’s was silent, thrusting deep into my pussy while his hands dug hard into my hips.
The other watches, stroking themselves as they took int he sight. Spring knelt down, sucking their cocks like I had before. I felt a kindred spirit with Spring, we were cut from the same cloth. Prem pulled away, huffing and puffing even though he hadn’t come yet. He stroked himself to finish, coming all over my face and stuck out tongue. Facer took his place, thrusting into my mouth as far as he could.
“Sarod, let me have a turn,” Spring purred. His fingers trailed around my spread lips and then to my ass. He used my honey to slick his fingers and slip them inside. I moaned against Facer’s cock, which was starting to tremble.
Facer wasn’t ready to come, so he pulled away. We moved to the ground and Sarod slipped back inside me. Spring got behind me, kissing my ass then licking the tight pucker. I cried out, wriggling against Sarod’s cock as Spring’s tongue slipped into my ass.
Broms stepped forward, slipping into my mouth to muffle my cries. Spring then stood, and ever so slowly, he entered me. Finally, I was full. I could be content like this, being used and fucked until their balls were drained. Brom was the next to come, pouring his load down my throat and a little onto Sarod’s face. I licked up the mess, letting Sarod’s taste it.
Facer waited, watching as Spring and Sarod stir me up. Spring didn’t come, but he did pull out of me. He let Facer take his place and watched gleefully until Prem came forward and started sucking his cock.
“You boys do this often?” I teased Sarod.
Sarod growled, he showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. I could fall for a guy like Sarod. He changed positions again, standing up so that I was sandwiched between him and Facer. It was there I came, gushing down Sarod’s cock and crying out against Facer’s lips. I tightened and squeezed them both, knowing someone would have to follow soon. Facer was next, finishing inside me where I could feel his hot seed even after he pulled out. I was then left alone with Sarod bouncing me on his cock, using me like a toy. He stroked me up and down his massive cock, still no end in sight.
Thanks to their youth, the boys had gotten hard again. I became spit roasted again between Sarod and Brom, who was being fucked by Spring at the same time. Their thrusts were hard and powerful, and Brom came a second time down my throat. Prem knelt below Sarod, licking my clit and Sarod’s balls. The sensation was wonderful and I came again, somehow stronger than before. My body was growing weak and they were able to move me around more easily. Still, Sarod’s stamina had not given out. Even as the others were tiring, he was still going, still fucking me even as I became a rag doll.
When Sarod was close his cock began to twitch. Deep inside there was a yearning for it. I had been waiting all evening for this. I managed to pick myself up and respond to his thrusts. I squeezed tight around him, silently begging for his release. Sarod snarled and growled, his thrusts growing harder each time. He was wrecking my guts, he was so deep, and I loved it. His massive cock pulsed within me, urging me closer to another orgasam. I whined and whimpered, so weak from their affections and efforts. I would be sore and useless in the morning, and I had to pay off my debts to Moth. Sarod roared, bucking deep into me and nearly lifting me off the floor. I screamed, overcome by so many sensations. Sarod filled me so full it started leaking out. He pulled out to see the damage his cock had done. Pleased with himself, he smiled and opened me up to watch all his seed drip from me. I was smug in my victory, having conquered all five of them, I couldn’t be more pleased.
Once all of them were asleep, I gathered my things and went into the pub to get something to drink. At first I didn’t notice Moth, but when he rose from a table I was startled.
“Have fun?” He scoffed.
“What’re you doing up? You scared me.” I poured myself some beer, drinking deeply. My throat felt sore and I could barely walk, which made this beer taste even better.
Moth walked behind the bar where I stood. I looked up at him, seeing the hungry look in his eyes. “You could have joined us.”
Moth picked me up and set me on the bar, spreading my legs to look at me. His fingers gently touched my lips, so used and stretched by Sarod’s cock. More seed spilled onto Moth’s clean bar and he moaned deep within his chest.
“Sorry about the mess, you know I’m good for it.” I wriggled my hips out a little further so he could see even my tight pucker was used.
Moth leaned down, licking me and slurping up the mess. I was so sensitive that it was a mix of absolute pleasure and a touch of pain. I wiggled as he licked me, even cleaning my ass. He stepped back, wiping his mouth as he glared at me. “Rest up,” he snarled. “You’re paying off your debt tomorrow.”
“I know,” I smirked. “And I’m looking forward to it.”
