Chapter 334: With The Goblins (1)

“Hmm?… Hmm?… Yup, Still sexy as fuck”

Standing at 1.2m (3.9 feet) in height, I was short and cute. My skin had a light green tone, smooth and shiny like a leaf, and my hair was still the same silky and long silver as before. The only things different about my appearance were my facial structure, nose, and ears.

My facial structure became slightly sharper than my human face, the nose was slightly long, and the ears… damn the ears were the best thing in my body.

Pointy, long, and sharp, they added another touch to the fantasy feel.

“Nice~” I chuckled, staring down at the rest of my body.

A short cute goblin with G-cup breasts, nice curves, and a sexy toned body was hard to come by. I looked perfect.

“Come on~ tell me you don’t love me after a good breeding session” I spoke out loud, pouting my sexy goblin ass out as I sat on the ground and took a pose that any teen girl would make.

But no one answered.

“Ehh… maybe it’s for the best, if anyone was here they would stare at my crotch.” After a moment’s thought, I sighed and waved my hand, removing my cock from the mix.

Not everyone appreciated a thick, gorgeous dick on the cutest, sexiest goblin in existence—and I didn’t feel like starting a panic among the other goblins. Better to ease them into the concept of me before giving them the full divine experience.

Satisfied with my final appearance, I walked towards the front gate of the ruined fortress, hips swaying with every step like I was strutting on a damn catwalk. The dirt ground felt cold and rough under my bare feet, but I didn’t mind—it made my nipples perk a little more, honestly. A goddess-tier goblin babe didn’t need shoes, just confidence and a good reason to show off.

Speaking of goddess, yes, in this form I became the goddess of goblins, and like the other forms I received few bonuses, only one thing stood out. High libido.

I feel like I could fuck thousands of goblins in one night without breaking a sweat and I wouldn’t even need a water break.

“Ugh~ dangerous…” I muttered, biting my lower lip as I imagined a pile of eager goblins fighting for a chance to worship their new goddess with their tongues, cocks, and everything in between. My thighs pressed together instinctively, a small shiver running down my spine.

Focus.

One step at a time.

As I reached the gate, the ruined fortress groaned like it was waking up from a long, dusty nap. Vines clung to the jagged stone like desperate lovers and broken wood lay scattered like bones. The air was thick with the scent of wild moss, old metal, and the unmistakable aroma of goblin life—sweat, smoke, and of course that yellowish thick semen.

I inhaled deeply.

“Home sweet home~”

The gate loomed ahead, half-collapsed and crooked on its rusted hinges. One push was all it took—stone grated against stone as the entrance creaked open with a wet groan, revealing the courtyard beyond.

It was a mess. A glorious, chaotic, sex-stained mess.

Tents made from stitched hide, crude wooden huts stacked like horny termites had built them in a frenzy, and goblins—dozens of them—lounging, wrestling, mating, and bickering in the open. The moment the gate fully opened and I stepped inside, all activity screeched to a halt.

Dozens of eyes turned to me. Big, round, glowing eyes. Males, females, in-betweens, and beyond—every last one of them stopped what they were doing and stared.

The silence was… oddly arousing.

Then came the murmurs.

“…who’s that?”

“She’s glowing…”

“That smell… it’s making my dick twitch.”

Thanks to my ‘Universal Communication’ skill I don’t have to think of a way to translate the goblin’s shitty speech and can hear them clearly and in my own language, thank you cheat skill.

And then one bold goblin near the front staggered forward, dazed, boner half-raised like it was saluting me. And boy did it raise to full-mast when he got near me, inhaling my intoxicating, ripe goblin musk.

‘Goblins really do have big dicks, don’t they?’ I chuckled inwardly, gazing at the tents protruding from the dirty loincloth of the male goblins around me.

An 8–9 inch cock attached to barely a 3 feet tall goblin was really something, the contrast made it almost endearing in a sort of animalistic way, especially when combined with their twitching, precum-leaking green glanses.

The brave little stiff-dicked goblin took another hesitant step forward, his glowing eyes locked onto mine like I was the juiciest meat he’d ever seen—and in his defense, I probably was. His lips moved slowly like his brain was lagging behind the sheer lust pumping through his blood.

He gulped, throat bobbing, a thread of saliva sliding from his fat tongue.

“You…” He leaned closer, pupils turning to hungry pinpricks of darkness. “You look delicious. Are you real?”

“Hehehee” I grinned, resting a hand on my curvy hip, giving them all a better view of my perfected goblin form. “Real enough to sit on your face and ride that pretty little nose into the dirt, cutie.”

He nearly fainted, just barely holding back a moan as he lurched closer.

Now that his face was so close I could smell him too: his cum-stained breath, the wild lust dripping from his green fingers, the sweet, tangy scents of every woman, man, and in-between he’d conquered in the last month, all mixing into a raw, almost intoxicatingly primal aroma.

The others behind him watched, barely able to restrain their urge to tackle and lick and breed me like an oversized slutty rag doll. One female goblin in the back straight-up collapsed, hand buried between her thighs. Another jerked forward, cupping his loincloth like it was the only thing keeping him from exploding on the spot.

I strutted further in, hips swaying, chest bouncing, the air thickening with heat and lust as I passed. My scent hit them like a drug—feral, ripe, made to trigger instincts they didn’t even know they had. One by one, their knees buckled. Some dropped to all fours. Others sat down hard, panting, drooling, pawing at their aching bulges like their lives depended on it.

“Is this what passes for a welcome party around here?” I cooed, licking my lips as I eyed a particularly decent-looking male with tribal paint smeared across his chest and a cock that looked like it had no business being on something his size.

And of course, right as he met my gaze, he instantly whipped out his cock, beating it fast and hard in the open, his fat cockhead glistening with precum as I stared at him.

“Hng! Tight, small goblin pussy!” He groaned. “Need in! Need, breed, fill!”

“Mmm… good boy~”

The sexual tension in the courtyard had reached boiling point. Moans rose in the air, some soft, some desperate, some downright needy. Goblins began to squirm and crawl closer, their hands shamelessly stroking themselves as they encircled me—no fear, just lust, reverence, and primal hunger.

I dropped low to the ground, squatting with my knees wide and my hands behind my head, arching my back just enough to make everything jiggle in the best ways.

“Well?” I purred. “Someone gonna offer me a proper seat, or am I picking my favorite cock and planting my ass on it?”

Half the camp nearly fainted. The other half stood up.

Some literally.

Some are just in the pants.

I bit my lip, smirking as the chaos began to spiral. Goblins shoved each other, yanked loincloths out of the way, exposed twitching lengths with pride and desperation. Females began fingering themselves openly, moaning at me like a primal mating call as they watched their men battle over who got to mate first.

It was wonderful, like throwing gasoline on a forest fire.

“Come on, my little pets,” I purred, my voice a sultry invitation. “Show me what you’ve got. Let’s see who can please their goddess the most.”

The moment I spread my thighs wider, the entire fortress snapped.

The goblins howled.

There was no more hesitation—just bodies colliding, hands grasping, tongues wagging, cocks twitching, and every single goblin lunging like they’d just been told their goddess was made entirely of sex and divine approval. Which… y’know, wasn’t far off.

“Ohhh~ fuck yes~” I moaned as I was lifted effortlessly by a tide of horny green bodies, hands groping every inch of my smooth goblin skin. My thick ass was immediately claimed by half a dozen calloused palms, squeezing and parting it like they were offering it to the gods. My tits? Claimed. Stroked. Worshipped like sacred relics.

Lips kissed my thighs. Tongues licked my toes. Someone was sniffing my armpit like it was a rare flower. Another goblin was pressed flush behind me, his fat goblin-cock twitching hard and hot between my cheeks as his calloused palms rolled and tweaked my green nipples.

A tiny, not-fully-hard goblin-cock twitched at eye-level. For a split second, I was worried the owner would get lost in the sea of goblin-bodies and pass by without proper worship.

Chaos had structure now. Lust had direction. And I was at the center of it.

“Easy now, boys…” I cooed between gasps, but they didn’t listen—goblins didn’t do “easy.” Especially not when they were this hard. Cocks slapped against bellies, precum flew like confetti, and the moment I wrapped my legs around the first brave little bastard who dared climb up my body, the orgy officially began.

His dick slid into me like it belonged there—thick, throbbing, pulsing with raw need. I threw my head back and screamed.

Not in pain.

In joy.

“YESSSS~!”

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