New Entry For The Poll Driven Story “Bred By The Corruption Goblins”

You can find the new entry below the break or read the story in its current entirety HERE.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The entry is a small one at just under 2,000 words and centers on subtle mental manipulation leading for altered mental state masturbation.

Once Furrowleaf was out of sight Juliana pressed on. Before long the muggy denseness of the forest grew oppressive as it pressed in against her from every direction. The forest grew wilder with overgrowth, but in a very unhealthy way. Soon the untamed growing bits of greenery would choke each other out, the underbrush stealing from the soil what the trees needed and the thick canopy overhead starving the underbrush of light.

Part of her was screaming to turn back, but she forced herself to press on. She had to find the source causing The Corruption to taint this place. With each step, with each breath in of the thick, muggy, stupefying humid forest air, she felt more certain the threat would be one she couldn’t handle on her own. But she had to at least find it; to turn back now would be to admit defeat and shame herself.

When Juliana stumbled over a root obscured by vibrant underbrush she forced herself to stop for a moment. “The air is so thick and nasty in here,” she muttered. “So humid and grossly muggy. And that smell! A gross smell of fertility,” she groaned, tugging at her collar to relieve some of the sweltering discomfort she felt suffocating her.

That smell had always bothered her. Fresh spring growth? She’d always loved that. But THIS smell? This fertile, indecent smell that was more fall than spring? She detested it and knew why.

It reminded her too much of men. Even from a young age she’d known she didn’t like men. Perhaps that was something that had come from growing up within the Sisterhood, an all-female organization, but she doubted it. Like many in the Sisterhood she lived as male-free a life as she could manage.

The muggy, heavy air of the fertile forest felt like it was growing more intense with every breath in. There was now a muskiness to the odors that she found unmistakably male, and thus deeply unpleasant.

“It’s The Corruption,” she growled as she snapped out of the strange haze she’d been losing herself in. “Tainting this place and messing with my mind.”

Suddenly she saw what had been happening with alarming clarity. She SHOULD have turned away LONG before now, perhaps even before she’d sent Furrowleaf away. They should have left together to get help. The Corruption’s taint was deeper along than it first seemed, that was obvious now. It had masked itself, putting her at ease while pushing her to make poor decisions.

“I’m thinking clearly now,” Juliana whispered as fierce determination burned in her eyes. “No more pressing on. That’s what The Corruption wants me to do. So I turn back, I get help, and together we cleanse this place of the evil corrupting it.”

Turning back turned out not to be so easy. Upon turning around Juliana found the game trail she was certain she’d been following was gone. Turning back again there was no sign of it ahead of her either. Had the forest changed around her, or had the trail itself been an illusion the whole time?

“Not good,” she muttered, trying to tell by the sun which direction to take. But even that was no good as the canopy overhead was so thick that barely any sunlight came through. She had no idea where the sun was or even what time of day it was.

When her mind settled on that fact it disturbed her deeply. Had she been wandering alone for merely minutes or had it been hours? That she couldn’t remember was a sign that the miasma hanging about this place was working its way deep into her mind.

Juliana forced herself to remain calm. She chose a direction and set out, trying to use her senses both as a Ranger and as a member of the Sisterhood to feel out the least Corruption-tainted direction to head in. The part of the forest being twisted by the perverse force couldn’t be too large, and even if it was, there would be patches where powers, both natural and divine, would be holding back its influence. She needed only to find one of these oases. There she could sit, let her mind clear, and discover new strength to find her way out of this awful, tainted forest.

She’d just begun to despair from feeling no sign of any direction where the taint of the Corruption was lessened when she felt something. She darted towards the sliver of cleanliness she sensed. Not the edge of the tainted forest, the feeling of cleanliness wouldn’t be so intense. The edge of the expanding corruption-tainted area would taper off. This was a sharp, clear delineation. An oasis then, some small relic or natural power or divine blessing holding the taint of The Corruption at bay.

It turned out to be a spring sending cool, crisp, clear water flowing from a rocky uprise into a tranquil pool. The forest around the spring opened, allowing bright light and clear air to flow into the little clearing.

The moment Juliana stepped into the sunlight and breathed in the fresh air she felt like she’d passed through a wall keeping back the awful, muggy muskiness of the forest. She stumbled forward, lightheaded, eyes closed, inhaling the cool crisp air. The fresh breeze blowing in through the clearing in the trees felt incredible, as did the cooling mist coming from the small waterfall flowing into the peaceful, clear pond.

  She stood, eyes closed, with her guard lowered. The place was filled with protective magic, she could feel that. She was CERTAIN of it. She was safe here. She dropped her bow and took a step closer to the pond. It was so cool… so calming…

Only as the coolness calmed her body did she realize how hot and panicked she’d been. She’d been filled with fear and smothered in the muggy, vile-smelling heat of the corrupted forest. But this? This was cool, calm bliss. She was safe here! She could let her guard down and recover.

Her eyes remained closed so she could focus on the cool air and warm sun refreshing and calming her. Had her eyes been open she would have seen hints that the magical spring wasn’t what she thought it was. It WAS magic, but the magic infused in it was not the ally she thought. Occasionally glowing wisps of the magic soaked into the waters rose up. Those wisps were always made of shimmering red magic that occasionally sparked aggressively, a clear sign the place was infused with The Corruption.

It was a trap Juliana had fallen right into. She kept her eyes closed, breathing in deep and letting cool calmness wash over her. Slowly she shuffled closer to the clear pool, basking in the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the mist coming off the falling water.

The power of the place kept telling her she was safe and that she should indulge in that safety. She submitted willingly, thinking that magic was her ally. Before long she was taking off her gear and then stripping out of her clothing to better bask in the sunlight and cooling mist coming from the water.

She opened her eyes only after dipping her bare toes into the pond. The water called to her. She dropped to her knees at its edge then bent over the pool, cupping the water in her hands then drinking deep.

The cool water turned to warmth then became an ever-heating flush running through her body. In a haze of arousal she was soon lying naked by the spring while playing with herself. She lay with her eyes closed, moaning softly as her hands worked her womanhood and squeezed and massaged her small, perky breasts. Images of her lesbian lover ran through her mind, stoking the simmering heat inside of her.

Soon she was furiously masturbating, back arched as she gasped and moaned in delighted, wild pleasure. One hand pinched, twisted, and tugged on a nipple while the other rubbed furiously at her slit and clit. The rising pleasure was intense, dizzyingly so, and unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

Yet with the quickly rising pleasure came an even more quickly rising frustration. It felt as though she should have already crested to climax several times over, yet no release was coming to her. The pressure just built, her fantasies of first her lover and then several other women she’d lusted after did almost nothing for her.

Before long the furiously masturbating Ranger was in tears. She was in pain from not being able to get off. She needed something, but what? What could possibly push her over the edge she so desperately needed to tip past?

* * *

The entire time Juliana had been at the spring she’d been being watched. The Goblin Shaman had been there, knowing the power filling his forest would draw the first womb to the place. He was hidden in a bush, naked and armed only with his staff. As soon as the Ranger had started stripping his green member had started to swell. A glance down revealed it was slightly, but noticeably, larger than last time it grew hard.

Muttering in his Goblin language the Shaman praised Azel, then praised the god again when he saw the Human fully naked. Young. Nubile. Fit. Perhaps more slender than he’d have preferred, but that only meant she was hearty stock that would bear his tribe new members all the better.

When she started playing with herself he followed suit. When she began furiously masturbating he did as well. It wasn’t just something being done to indulge in voyeuristic perversion, it was an act that helped build the magic muddling the Human woman’s mind. Their mutual masturbation was a kind of ritual, and as the Goblin Shaman jerked off to the sight of her masturbating he worshiped his god. The masturbation became a prayer to the cock god, rewarded by his divine magic flowing into the Ranger and priming her mind and body for what was to come.

The Goblin Shaman wanted to reveal himself almost from the start. To attack and take the Human woman. He felt younger and stronger than he had in years, and she was so confused and horny… He KNEW he could take her. But he waited. Divine inspiration told him to wait, and it would tell him when the waiting would be over.

When he saw and heard the Human’s sobs of frustration he knew it was time. The divine magic of Azel the Cock God had done its work. She was ready. HE was ready. With his green member standing erect and throbbing in anticipation, the Goblin Shaman grabbed his staff and emerged from his hiding place. Grinning with lecherous eagerness he began walking towards her, hard cock leading the way.

What happens now that Juliana is primed and the Goblin Shaman has revealed himself? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)

The last set of polls determined that Juliana’s Dire Wolf will return to the Sisterhood keep to get help, and that a single Sisterhood member will return to try and save her and this will be her lesbian lover. Although we’re still probably a few entries out from any of that happening, we’re going to work on setting it up now.

Who should Juliana’s lesbian lover, the next doomed heroine/Goblin breeding stock be? (Choose up to 4 options from this poll)