Warrior Women Erotic Stories
GOBLIN GIRL
by Trisha Monks
Piriu knew why guard duty at the gate was regarded by every soldier as the dullest of tasks. The fort was too small and unimportant to receive more than one or two visitors each day, so the gate rarely needed to be opened. And, being the youngest member of the garrison, Piriu often found himself burdened with more than his fair share of gate-guarding. He longed for the end of his training year, when he would be eligible for transfer to a frontline regiment.
Peering out through a small spyhole in the gate he saw the distant mountains and watched the afternoon sun bathe their western flanks in an orange glow. Nothing moved in the featureless land between the fort and the first foothills. The pale dusty road that meandered from the gate was empty for many miles, as far as his eyes could see.
"Nothing happening out there?" inquired a voice behind him.
Startled, Piriu spun around and saw his friend Cal, with whom he shared a barrack hut. Cal stood several inches taller and, at twenty, was two years older than Piriu. This was his third summer at the fort and he enjoyed being part of the permanent garrison. Like Piriu he had arrived as a recruit but had chosen to stay at the end of his training year. He preferred the quiet life and had no great yearning for battles or faraway campaigns.
"Nothing at all," Piriu answered, gratefully receiving the mug of ale that Cal had brought from the canteen. "The afternoon drags like a dead weight and I still have another two hours before Trabik relieves me."
Cal shook his head. "Trabik won't be relieving you. He's swapped his gate duty with Fess."
"Why?"
Cal grinned. "Can't you guess? Were you not here when Zilga arrived?"
Piriu frowned. "The orc scout? No, she arrived a few minutes before I relieved Borriak, but he told me he let her in the gate."
"That's a pity!" said Cal. "So you haven't seen her yet?"
Piriu shrugged. "I'm not sure I want to see her. I've never seen an orc at close quarters, but I've heard enough grim tales about their habits."
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear," said Cal. "But tonight you'll see how wrong the old tales are. Trabik and I have invited Zilga to our hut."
Piriu drank the ale in one long, slow gulp. "A goblin in our barracks?" he said, handing the empty mug to his comrade. "I don't feel too easy about that. She might steal my things."
"Nonsense!" scoffed Cal. "I'd trust her with my life. And don't use the word 'goblin' in her presence. It's a terrible insult for any orc."
With a weary sigh he turned away, walking back to the canteen. Piriu saw him talking to a big burly soldier who emerged from a nearby hut. They seemed to be arguing. Eventually they parted, the burly fellow walking over to the gate to speak with Piriu, who greeted him with a friendly smile.
"You look troubled, Borriak. Is anything wrong?"
Borriak shook his head despairingly. "Some men have strange tastes. Especially in the matter of female company. That fool Cal would rather drink with an orc than with his own kind."
Piriu said nothing, tapping his spear-butt on the lower hinge of the gate. The big soldier gave a heavy sigh and continued his rant. "That devious little creature comes here a couple of times a year and expects the captain to fill her slavering jaws with food and drink. Our food and drink, no less! And then your friend Cal fawns over her like she's some kind of lady."
"I think he's quite fond of her, Borriak," said Piriu. "He told me once that she's quite pretty, for an orc."
Borriak snorted. "Pretty? Is that what he told you? Wait until you see her. She's as ugly as the rest of her breed and she stinks like a dog. I took her to the captain a few hours ago. She claims to have some useful information. If I were the captain, I wouldn't trust one word she spews from her fangs. Never trust an orc, that's my advice!"
At that moment another soldier appeared at Borriak's side. He overheard the last remark and nodded in agreement.
"True words!" he said. "I wish our captain would see sense. We shouldn't open our gates to this goblin."
"You're right, Ned!" said Borriak, before turning to Piriu. "A few of us are off to the village at sunset and you're welcome to join us. Cal isn't coming, nor is Trabik. They're planning a night with Goblin Girl in the hut they share with you."
"They usually spend the whole night fucking her," Ned added. "Not a pretty sight for the eyes of a young recruit. If the orc-stench offends you, come and meet us at the Fox Inn."
Piriu shrugged. "Thank you for the invitation, comrades. But I'm hoping to sleep early tonight. I'm on dawn patrol tomorrow."
Ned and Borriak grinned at each other. "An early night?" said Borriak. "I doubt you'll get much sleep. Your friends' antics with the goblin will see to that!"
Piriu smiled, trying to seem unconcerned. He waved to the two men as they walked away, hearing their laughter even after they disappeared inside the canteen. Yawning, he turned back to the gate and peered out of the window-hole, wondering if the day would ever end.
When Fess relieved him from duty he returned to the barrack hut that he shared with Trabik and Cal. Someone had set a fire in the hearth, its glow warming the tiny room that served as a three-man dormitory. Taking off his boots and tunic, he lay bare-chested on his bed and stretched his weary legs, closing his eyes and dreaming of supper.
He awoke suddenly from an unexpected sleep. The curtain at the window was already drawn and candles flickered in the niches on either side. Night had fallen on the barren lands, but within the hut a warm orange gleam from the fire mingled with the yellow candlelight and bathed the whitewashed walls.
Piriu heard a man's soft laugh and sat up. On the bed against the opposite wall, cross-legged and bootless, sat Cal and Trabik, drinking wine from wooden cups. Between them sat a small, strange figure with pointed ears and a curving nose. Pale eyes, slanting and wolf-bright, twinkled as Trabik whispered in the creature's left ear, and the curving nose twitched. Beneath the nose a dark-lipped mouth curled in a broad smile, the lips slowly parting to reveal a glint of yellowy teeth. A shaggy mane of jet-black hair, combed behind the gold-pierced ears, tumbled around the face, the longest tresses woven with blue thread into thick plaits. In the dim light, Piriu wondered if the creature's skin was pale brown, mottled all over with tiny grey freckles. Or was the skin grey, its hue merely grimy and blemished?
Cal saw him and greeted his awakening. "Good evening, comrade! Has our talk disturbed you? We tried to keep as quiet as possible."
Piriu rubbed his eyes. "That's alright. I didn't mean to fall asleep anyway."
"This is Zilga," said Trabik. "She's the orc scout we told you about a few weeks ago."
Piriu met the orc's keen gaze but felt unsure as to how he should react. Never had he been in such close proximity to a member of that despised and brutal breed. He had seen only one other orc, many years before and at a safe distance, when a dead brigand had been dragged through the lowland villages by bounty hunters. He remembered catching a glimpse of the brigand's face, with its scarred and pitted skin, its snarling jaws, its savage claws and slavering fangs. He recalled the image clearly and realised that Zilga's physical appearance was altogether different. Aside from the curiously mottled colour, her skin was smooth and scar-free, her facial features less bestial. The mouth protruded slightly, sufficient to accommodate her sharp yellow teeth, but there was no evidence of slavering that Piriu could see.
"See," said Cal. "I told you she was pretty!"
Piriu nodded, but gave no response. Having now seen the orc he firmly disagreed with Borriak's assessment, for she certainly was not ugly, but nor did he feel quite able to agree with Cal. Beauty, he guessed, came in many guises.
Zilga stood up and walked over to his bed. He guessed her height to be barely five feet, but an estimate of her age eluded him. She seemed fit and healthy, her short sleeveless dress of weathered buckskin revealing lean limbs that were strong and wiry. As she approached he saw a flicker in her eyes that was not so much the fire of youth as the mellow glow of experience and maturity. She stood beside his bed and smiled. She was so small that her face was on a level with his.
"Drink!" she said, offering him her cup. Her voice was a hoarse whisper that hissed in her throat. "Good wine make sleep go away."
Piriu gave a small quick smile and took the cup. His fingers briefly touched hers and, instinctively, his muscles tensed. Zilga noticed his nervousness and chuckled, making a gargling noise.
"Don't worry!" she said. "I not bite!"
"Have no fear, comrade," added Cal, grinning at Piriu's reaction. "She's already eaten today."
To Piriu's surprise, Zilga moved onto his bed, sitting alongside him and stretching out her short skinny legs. She sat so close that her body pressed against his, their bare arms brushing together. Again, his instinct dictated his response, and he edged an inch or two away from her. Zilga seemed offended.
"You not like me?" she inquired.
Trabik answered on Piriu's behalf. "He's had no dealings with your people. You'll need to be very gentle with him."
Zilga made another gargling sound that Piriu supposed to be a laugh. He drank the wine in one gulp and tossed the empty cup to Cal, indicating that he wanted a refill. The orc edged closer, but this time he made no attempt to flinch, not wishing to appear intimidated by her presence. Even when she deliberately rubbed her arm against his skin he remained impassive. Cal reached across with the refilled cup, smiling when Piriu drained it in two mouthfuls. The feat amused Zilga, who cackled raucously.
"Stop! Too much wine! You too young to drink so fast. Sore head in morning if you not listen to Zilga."
"I care not," said Piriu, accepting a second refill from Cal. "I'm eighteen years old and no child."
The orc gave a shrill whistle. "Eighteen! You still a baby warrior. Drink milk, not wine, until you get bigger."
Trabik and Cal sniggered, nudging each other and winking. Piriu frowned darkly at them and shook his head.
"Bigger, you say?" said Trabik. "That's impossible for our recruit. He's hung like a donkey!"
Piriu felt his cheeks burning and his eyes glared fiercely, but Zilga chuckled, resting her shaggy head against his right arm. Her black hair brushed his skin and he was amazed at its softness. He found the sensation curiously pleasant and felt no need to flinch.
But his friends had not finished their teasing. Cal refilled his own and Trabik's cups before turning to Zilga and saying: "It's true! Go to the village and find the shoemaker's daughter. Ask her if she knows of a good mule."
He and Trabik laughed at the jest, and even Piriu smiled. Since arriving at the fort five months earlier he had grown accustomed to the coarse humour of the garrison and took it all in good temper. The nicknames he had been given seemed, in any case, more complimentary than some that had been bestowed on other recruits.
He felt the touch of Zilga's hand on his arm and heard her ask: "The village girl? Your first woman?" Then, when he nodded, she added: "I hope she made it good for you. First time should always be good."
Piriu shrugged. "It definitely felt very good. But I have nothing with which to compare it. There has been no second time."
"Warrior woman is better bedmate," said Zilga. "Especially an orc!"
Trabik shook his head. "Not if she still wears a ring through her clit!" he commented, wincing at the image.
"My ring long vanished," said Zilga, frowning at Trabik before peering up at Piriu. "All I ever want in life is to be warrior woman," she explained. "But my clan make me marry a great chieftain, a rider of wolves. So they take out my clitty-ring and say 'Now Zilga stay in cave and breed little ones!' They broke my spear and burned my shield. So I ran away. I escape, yes, and they never catch me yet!"
"She's an outcast," added Cal. "She can never return to her clan. That's why she serves our army as a scout."
"Fifteen years since I escape from the caves," said Zilga. "Since then I walk from fort to fort, bringing news to the captains."
"How old are you?" Piriu asked.
Zilga hesitated, counting on her fingers. "Sometimes I forget the years. But thirty-six winters lie beneath my feet."
Piriu signalled to Cal for a refill but offered the cup to Zilga. He had no idea why he made the gesture and was bemused by it, but the orc seemed to regard it as an act of great significance. While he held the cup she sipped from it like a kitten, baring her fangs as she licked wine from her dark lips. To Piriu's surprise she bowed her head to him, placing her right hand over her heart.
"Zilga thanks you," she said, her eyes shining. "Now I know you are my good comrade."
She stepped off the bed and returned to sit between Trabik and Cal, seeming very tiny as she snuggled against them.
"With us she's no outcast," said Cal. "But at the other forts she's treated no better than a stray dog."
"Here I get treated kindly," Zilga added. "Here in this hut, with my tall young friends."
Stretching out her legs she smiled across at Piriu and flicked a strand of hair from her face. He stared in astonishment as his comrades immediately began pawing her, their hands running over her bare limbs and fondling her body through the buckskin dress. Their touching became more intimate, the orc inhaling with a hiss when fingers closed upon her breasts or wandered along her inner thighs.
Piriu took a sip of wine and saw Trabik's hand disappear under the hem of the dress. The hem rode up, revealing Zilga's crotch. Piriu stared at the triangle of dark bristles and felt an unexpected stirring in his loins. He wondered if Zilga might hurriedly replace the hem, chastising the soldiers for exposing her so crudely, but no such coyness was forthcoming. On the contrary, her mouth half-opened when Trabik's fingers began caressing her pubic hair, her pale eyes narrowing as she gazed dreamily at Piriu. From deep within her throat came a strange purring noise like a faint growl.
She allowed the two young men to strip her. As her nakedness was slowly unveiled to Piriu's transfixed eyes he realised that his cock was stiffening in his lap. He was glad that his trousers fitted loosely, momentarily hiding the unmistakeable signs of his arousal, for he felt bewildered and confused. A part of his mind refused to accept that his body could respond in such a way to the sight of a female orc. But the sensations in his loins could not be denied, even though they drove against everything he had ever been told about her savage race.
Words spoken earlier, at the gate, rang in his ears: 'She's as ugly as the rest of her breed'. He heard them clearly again, even as his gaze explored Zilga's naked form. Her smooth skin, as he now saw clearly, was indeed a pale brown hue, patterned all over with grey freckles. Small round breasts, crowned with dark nipples, protruded from her slim body. Her hair tumbled like a shadowy mane around her shoulders, partly concealing the black tattoos that adorned her upper arms.
Piriu told himself again that she wasn't pretty. Even when his cock made a tent in his lap he refused to acknowledge that he felt attracted to her. Trabik and Cal felt no such inhibitions. Taking off their tunics they pushed Zilga down onto the bed and lay on either side of her, each propping himself up on one elbow while using a free hand to touch her. Piriu drained his wine and saw Cal kissing Zilga's mouth while Trabik squeezed and caressed her breasts. Small guttural sounds suggested to Piriu that she was enjoying the attention. Her eyes closed as she absorbed Cal's kiss, Piriu noticing for the first time that the orc girl's eyelashes were very long and dark.
Cal's hand moved onto Zilga's breasts as Trabik's forefinger wandered lazily down her body, tracing zig-zags across her flat belly before stroking the triangle of hair at her crotch. Her legs parted, exposing the intimate flesh to Piriu's gaze. He saw a narrow slit, its dark lips already glistening, its inner folds partly revealed by the spreading of her thighs. His chest tightened when Trabik's finger burrowed inside, and he swallowed hard when he heard Zilga give a low gurgling moan.
"By the gods!" Piriu whispered, supposedly to himself but in a loud exhalation that everybody heard. Cal was too engrossed in the kiss to acknowledge the curse, but Trabik looked across and grinned, beckoning to the recruit.
"Here!" he said softly. "Come here and take my place. My bladder aches."
He sprang off the bed to head for the door, heedless of the bulge in his trousers. Piriu hesitated, unsure of what he should do, still struggling with his instincts. He knew that if he rose from the bed he would either take Trabik's place or walk out into the courtyard and not return until morning. His indecision was resolved by Zilga, whose finger beckoned him to join her. Taking a deep breath he stood up, feeling discomfort as his cock strained against his trousers.
Within seconds he found himself lying alongside the naked orc, his left hand running feverishly over her hips, belly and thighs. Lack of courage, rather than prudery or shyness, made him delay taking the final step. He knew already that he had allowed himself to become what Borriak and the others disparagingly called a 'goblin-lover', but he no longer cared about their opinions or advice. Nor did he care what his family back home might think, if they ever got to hear of it. All he cared about was finding the courage to touch Zilga's cunt.
Almost before he realised it, his finger slipped inside her. Zilga broke from Cal's kiss to give a fierce growl that startled Piriu, but he laughed at the foolishness of his fear and grinned down at her face as she gazed up at him. Her pale eyes gleamed wildly and she growled again, her yellow fangs baring in a wolvish snarl, but the corners of her mouth were smiling. Unable to control himself, and too enthralled to care, Piriu kissed her, wondering why it felt so good. A long, dark tongue snaked around inside his mouth as sharp teeth nibbled his lips. Zilga tasted of red wine and nothing else. An odour of fresh sweat and old buckskin flared Piriu's nostrils, but he found it no more unpleasant than the smell of any other traveller. Contrary to Ned's comments, there was none of the so-called orc-stench, unless Ned had unwittingly meant the faint jasmine scent that rose from her hair.
Inexperienced though he was, Piriu quickly located her clit, touching it as gently as his trembling fingers would allow. He wondered if it had fully healed since the ring's removal and was relieved to feel no trace of the piercing. Zilga's whole body stiffened, her back arching, her clawlike hands ripping the brown blanket with dark-nailed fingers. Her small firm breasts thrust upward, the nipples sticking out like shiny black buttons. Piriu marvelled at how quickly she climaxed. Before Trabik returned from the latrine she already lay panting and breathless.
With two tall young men lying upon either side of the orc there was little room for a third, but Trabik suggested to Piriu that he might wish to perform cunnilingus on Zilga. Piriu felt a little reticent at first, wondering if the taste of an orc woman might be less appealing than the sour salty flavour of the shoemaker's daughter. Squirming aside to allow Trabik to take his place alongside Zilga, Piriu positioned himself with his head between her thighs and his knees on the floor at the foot of the bed.
This closer view of her intimate parts tingled his senses, arousing him even further. He marvelled at the neatness of her cunt, his eyes drawn to the dark smooth-lipped slit that nestled between a trimmed mat of black bristles and the tight crack between her buttocks. As he brought his face to her crotch his nose brushed the hairs and inhaled a strong, oddly familiar scent. Not until his tongue licked slowly along the slit did he identify the flavour.
"Venison," he whispered, intending it as a private comment but breathing the word in a sigh that all could hear.
"Venison indeed!" echoed Cal, removing his trousers. "She's truly delicious!"
Piriu silently agreed, for his tongue now probing inside the orc's body tasted a curiously bitter flavour, like deer-flesh. Such was his eagerness and delight that he pressed his whole mouth against her cunt, tasting the meat even on his gums. Zilga writhed on the bed like a crazed animal, her small body twisting beneath the roaming hands of Trabik and Cal, both of whom now lay naked beside her.
Piriu heard gasps, grunts and growls, interspersed with chuckles and whispers from his two comrades. When he lifted his head to gulp a draught of air, he saw that Cal and Trabik were taking turns to kiss Zilga's open mouth while their hands fondled her breasts. With their free hands they leisurely stroked and rubbed their stiff cocks. Beads of sweat glistened on Trabik's brow as he drew close to orgasm.
Returning to his task, Piriu licked his tongue around the upper flesh of Zilga's cunt, locating her clit. Coaxing it forth from its tiny hood his tongue-tip flicked the nubbin to a miniature erection whose sensitivity seemed almost unbearable to the orc. She growled and snarled, hissing strange words in the guttural language of her people. So wildly did she thrash about that Cal and Trabik were obliged to pin her arms to the bed, Cal bearing a livid red scratch on his chest where her flailing claws slashed him. Tenderly stroking her hair, he urged her to calm her mood, but to no avail. A huge climax thundered through her senses, heralded by a wolvish howl that made Piriu cover his ears.
Grinning at his friends, Piriu withdrew from her crotch and knelt upright on the floor, staring at the orc as she lay twitching and shuddering. Then, wiping a hand across his mouth, he rose to his feet and stepped out of his trousers. Zilga lifted her head, her pale eyes widening in awe, her expression bringing laughter from all three soldiers.
"Too big!" she whispered breathlessly, her dark tongue licking sweat from her upper lip. "Too big for Zilga. I not want my poor body split like a melon."
Cal smiled, caressing a damp braid of raven hair from her face. "Fear not, little one! I'll widen an easy path for our donkey."
So saying, he positioned himself above her panting form, supporting his weight on his lean muscular arms. Piriu found the view of Zilga replaced by the less-appealing vision of his friend's long legs and tightly-clenched buttocks, so he took Cal's place on the bed. As he lay alongside the orc, he saw her close her eyes, her mouth curling in a smile as Cal entered her. She muttered a half-growled mantra of strange words, repeating it in rhythm with each deep slow thrust. Piriu switched his gaze back and forth between Zilga's face and Cal's cock, fascinated by the stiff spike's slick thrusting movements but drawn also to the orc's changing expressions. He saw her frown, wince, grimace, grin and snarl, her features adopting a new mood with every cock-thrust. Her eyes remained closed and Piriu again smiled with delight at her long dark lashes. Cautiously, lest he startle her from her trance, he ran his forefinger gently along each eyelash, feeling a flutter against his touch like the wings of black butterflies.
Zilga began purring, making a low gargling noise in her throat. This proved too much for Trabik, who quickly masturbated himself into a frenzy. He ejaculated with a gasp while gazing at her, his hot white liquid spurting across her belly and dripping down to her navel. The first and strongest spurt shot over the orc to spatter Piriu's thigh, raising a curse from the recruit and a breathless apology from Trabik. Cal remained too engrossed in his own pleasure to make any comment. He gave a final deep thrust and climaxed, filling Zilga's cunt with his juice and groaning as a powerful orgasm shivered through his body.
By now, Piriu felt impatient to have sex with the orc and urged Cal to swap places with him. Barely allowing his panting friend to roll aside, Piriu manoeuvred himself above Zilga and gave a huge sigh of relief as he slipped his enormous cock inside her. The dark flesh closed tightly around his aching spike but the cocktail of Zilga's own oozings and Cal's juices provided the necessary lubrication. As his cock progressed along the warm slimy tunnel Piriu felt his head spinning and wondered if he would manage more than a couple of thrusts before climaxing. His night with the shoemaker's daughter, memorable though it had been for removing his virginity, paled by comparison with the incredible feel of an orc girl. He was certain that if Borriak and the others knew just how good it felt they would never let Zilga leave the fort.
When he looked down at her he saw that she was staring up at him, baring her yellow fangs in a smile. Her eyes glared fiercely, her features contorting in a wild and twisted expression. For the first time, to Piriu's eyes, she looked as savage and bestial as the goblins of his childhood nightmares. He knew he would never consider her pretty, but that now seemed unimportant. It was enough for him to acknowledge her sensuality, which oozed from every pore of her sallow skin. As she writhed naked beneath him, he realised that she aroused him far more than any woman he had ever seen or known.
"You're incredible!" he whispered hoarsely, staring down at her as sweat from his shoulders dripped onto her breasts. In response, she reached up with both hands to claw a pattern of scratches on his taut belly. The sudden pain thrilled him, shattering his restraint and releasing his pent-up orgasm. With a muffled yell through clenched teeth he ejaculated deep inside her cunt, seeing her quivering beneath him as she echoed his ecstasy with a climax of her own. Lowering his body he bent his head to kiss her, using his mouth feverishly, wishing that Zilga and not the shoemaker's daughter had taken his virginity.
The kiss reversed the natural softening of his cock, so that when he withdrew from her cunt the spike was already stiffening again. A silver thread of semen trailed across her hip as he crawled aside, for he expected to make way for Trabik. Instead, and to Piriu's surprise, Trabik crept further along the bed to sit with his back against the wall and his legs outspread. Having worked his cock to renewed hardness he asked Zilga to join him. She realised what he wanted, giving a knowing grin as she twisted onto her belly to squirm towards him. Crouching on her knees between his legs she took his erection in her right claw and enveloped her mouth around the swollen purple tip, using her tongue so skilfully that Trabik began gasping almost immediately. Cal and Piriu crawled up behind Zilga and watched her for a while, their hands rubbing and squeezing their glistening cocks.
Piriu felt an urgent need to fuck her again and glanced aside at Cal, whose gaze seemed to be transfixed by the orc's hindquarters. Piriu followed his friend's eyes and joined him in admiration of the small, round buttocks whose shapely curves were now so delightfully displayed.
Cal shook his head. "Never was an ass more inviting!" he observed.
Piriu nodded uncertainly, wondering what his comrade proposed to do next. He himself felt more than content to masturbate while watching Zilga perform her oral talents on Trabik, but Cal had other ideas. To Piriu's amazement, he shuffled forward on his knees, clutching his stiff cock, until his thighs pushed against the orc's buttocks. Then, with both hands, he held apart the ass-cheeks and thrust his cock into the dark cleft between them.
Both Piriu and Zilga gasped, the orc somewhat startled and the young recruit quite taken aback. Piriu had often fantasised about sodomizing a girl but had no clear image of how it felt to those involved. Hearing Zilga's stifled cry as she continued to suck Trabik's cock he guessed that Cal had found her rear orifice. He wondered if she might be in pain, but her purring and soft growls told otherwise. Cal muttered under his breath as he thrust slowly inside her, his face showing the strain of sheer physical effort.
"Hellfire!" he hissed, turning to Piriu. "Her ass is even tighter than usual!"
Piriu said nothing, his gaze remaining fixed on the action. Zilga began swaying her hips from side to side, and backwards and forwards, the movement easing Cal's burden. To his delight he was able to stay motionless while the orc's rear passage slicked back and forth along his cock.
"That feels good!" he said hoarsely, his satisfied grin filling Piriu with envy.
Trabik sat quietly, propped against the wall, his mouth half open but making no sound, his eyes blinking rapidly. His cock was now completely engulfed in Zilga's mouth. From base to tip, waves of intense pleasure coursed through the shaft before reverberating through every nerve and sinew in his body. So expert were the orc's oral skills that not even the movement of her hips and buttocks disturbed her mouth's rhythm, nor did she seem unduly distracted by the stiff spike embedded deep in her ass.
Cal climaxed, making a series of orc-like snarls as he ejaculated. Then, as he withdrew his flaccid glistening cock, he nodded to Piriu and gave a knowing grin and a wink. Piriu swallowed hard, desperate to re-enter Zilga's body but unsure of how to proceed. He was terrified that his cock might hurt or damage her. In his heart he knew that he already cared too much for this strange little creature to permit any such outrage. Her cunt had felt so tight. Surely her asshole would be too small to accommodate his huge manhood?
His eyes glanced at Cal, who perceived the recruit's anxiety and said: "Don't worry, comrade! I've greased her with my juice and stretched her ass for your cockstem. Go ahead and fuck her!"
Taking a breath, Piriu shuffled over to take Cal's place, clasping his hands on Zilga's pert buttocks. Looking down as he eased them apart, he caught a brief glimpse of her rear orifice as she moved slightly to make herself more comfortable. The dark opening, that he had expected to be puckered and tight, had been so distended by Cal that its glistening mouth gaped like a mousehole. Cautiously, Piriu slipped his erection between the buttocks and probed deeper. The orc's anus yielded to the gentle pressure and he pushed inside, marvelling at the sensation of strong muscles gripping his cock as it passed along the smooth slippery tube.
Zilga, too, felt a pleasure almost as intense. Letting Trabik's cock fall from her mouth she lifted her head and snarled at the ceiling, her hands clawing the blanket as the snarl became a lingering howl. The noise subsided to a low growling, but she quickly resumed her obligation to Trabik and held his cock to her mouth. She licked it eagerly, her narrow tongue curling around the purple head like a black snake, her slavering punctuated with soft growls.
Trabik's second ejaculation was as copious as the first, spraying white fluid over Zilga's face. Her eyes gleamed as her tongue lapped the liquid from her lips and chin. Trabik sat panting, seemingly exhausted, while the orc buried her face in the bed, muffling her growls.
Piriu, his chest and arms running with sweat and his face glistening, tried to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible. But the sensations in his cock proved too strong. He threw back his head and clenched his teeth, savouring the slow onset of a mighty climax that made his limbs shudder. A gigantic wave of ecstasy poured through his veins, making his heart bang like a drum. He leaned back, his shiny wet cock slipping from Zilga's ass. Chuckling and hissing, clawing black strands of sweat-soaked hair from her face, the orc rolled aside and crawled to the head of the bed. There she sat beside Trabik, who put his arm around her trembling shoulders.
"You've killed our donkey!" he said, kissing her cheek and pointing to Piriu, who lay flat on his back, sprawled across the bed, seemingly lifeless. The recruit's exhausted manhood twitched as it softened on his belly, its length and girth still impressive.
Cal followed Zilga and sat beside her against the wall, shaking his head as Piriu turned towards him. Trabik whispered to the orc, who gave a cackling laugh.
"I agree," said Cal, overhearing the comment. "It's still a huge serpent, even when its juice is all spent."
Zilga caught Piriu's glance and smiled at him. "Pay no heed to your friends. If they tease you again, they feel my knife!"
Piriu leaned up on one elbow, still panting from his exertions. "I never pay any heed to them, lady. But I thank you for your offer of help."
Cal laughed. "Tell me this, Piriu. Aren't you glad we all met together this evening?"
Piriu nodded. "Yes, I'm very glad. But really I only came back here to rest before supper."
"So did we!" said Trabik. "But, like you, we got distracted. The party doesn't officially start until after we've eaten."
Piriu laughed. "Do you mean we have to do it all over again?"
"Of course!" Trabik replied. "The night has barely begun."
"True words, Trab!" said Cal. "Let's go to the canteen and see if there's any food left."
Zilga's eyes lit up at the mention of food and she licked her dark lips. "So hungry!" she hissed. "So hungry I could eat my own head. No party tonight until you boys find me some meat!"
"Isn't Trabik's cock enough of a mouthful?" asked Cal, receiving a playful kick from the orc as she sprang from the bed.
"Get dressed, sluggards!" she cried, pulling her dress over her head and shaking the tangles from her hair. "You too, baby warrior!" she added, slapping Piriu's chest.
Grinning at her snarl, he sat up, watching as she laced her short boots. Cal stood behind her, stepping into his trousers. Looking down at the orc, he fastened his belt and sighed. "Isn't she the loveliest creature?"
Piriu hesitated for a moment, until Zilga stared up at him. "Yes, you're right," he replied, smiling to hear himself say the words. "The loveliest indeed!"
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Goblin Girl. Copyright © 2003 Trisha Monks.