The sound of small, shuffling feet mixed with the normal sounds of a vibrant deep forest. Ahead of the sound animals fled, sensing something dark and sinister. It wasn’t the diminutive, cloaked figure they fled, but rather the miasma of corruption surrounding it.
Grumbles came from under the cloak hiding the small figure’s features. It had come a long way, something that was no easy task for its frail and aged little body. Any who spotted the figure shuffling its way through the forest might have thought at first glance it was a sickly thin Dwarve, hunched over with age. Those who looked closer might have realized it was far too small to be a Dwarve and might have then figured it to be a Smidgen.
Those who dared to look closer would have noticed the green, overlarge hooked green nose poking out of the hood. That would have been enough to reveal the truth. It was a Goblin! And if it WAS a Goblin then the charm-covered stick it was using to support itself was no walking stick.
The Goblin Shaman had once been a member of a mighty tribe. They’d been slowly hunted down and slaughtered by the “big people”, the ones that called themselves “Adventurers”. He was all that remained now, having barely escaped the final slaughter of his tribe.
Since then he had been following dreams and visions given to him by Azel, the Cock God. Azel had only been one of the many “perverse” deities his tribe had worshiped. That was going to change. Azel had promised the Goblin Shaman much glory and a new tribe if he dedicated all his faith, and all his future tribe’s faith, only to him. The Goblin Shaman had agreed eagerly, although he might not have done so if he had known Azel would require him to travel such a long distance.
But now he was at his journey’s end. This was THE forest he had been led to, and not far ahead was the place his new tribe would be founded. There it was, just like Azel had shown him in his dreams! He picked up his shuffling walk and advanced on it quickly.
It didn’t look like much, just a rocky uprise jutting out of the forest floor. It stood barely as tall as him, and HE stood barely past the knees of an average Human. Anyone passing it in the forest would think nothing of it. Just a small boulder, perhaps a bit out of place in the forest, but nothing that needed closer inspection.
The Goblin Shaman knew it was so much more than it looked. Ages ago a grand temple of Azel had stood here, with the rock being all that remained of the idol to Azel that had stood in the center of it. He’d seen the temple in his visions, a grand place of perverse worship where men and women of all races came to praise Azel the Cock God.
But the temple had fallen, destroyed along with its followers. Afterwards only the phallic idol had remained. Over the ages it had grown weathered, slowly worn down to a stub as the wilds reclaimed the land that had once been a great city. Now it was a weathered shadow of its former glory, with little to no evidence remaining of what it had once been.
The Goblin Shaman ran his old, scrawny, shaking fingers across the rock till he found what looked like weathered scratches. He knew once the scratches had been the inscription at the base of the mighty phallic idol. Even if the inscription had still been legible it wouldn’t have mattered, it was written in a long-forgotten language only a few living scholars would be able to recognize.
Even though the Goblin Shaman had been shown what the writing had said in his visions of the past, what the words HAD read didn’t matter. This had been a place of power and it would be again, but it would be different. Azel’s glory would not come through the rebuilding of his grand temple. It would come through a new Goblin tribe, one different than the one the Goblin Shaman was the sole survivor of. It would not just be a new tribe of Goblins, but a new race of them reshaped by Azel’s perverse whims.
The idol, through Azel’s divine magic, would reform and take on new shape. The words carved at its base would reform too, saying something very different than what they’d said before. The Goblin Shaman had seen these new words in his visions, carved into the stone by divine magic so that anyone looking upon them would see them in a language they would understand.
“Here the wombs of women untouched carnally by cock must be taken in the name of Azel. Through the Cock god’s phallic glory his Goblin servants shall grow mighty and numerous as those wombs, and the women attached to them, are turned into servants of Azel’s servants.”
The Goblin Shaman was the first of Azel’s Goblin servants. As soon as he had a womb, and the woman attached to it, that was untouched carnally by any cock it would begin. His power would grow. His new tribe would be born and grow. They would grow mighty, mightier than the old tribe that had been slaughtered by so many Adventurers.
Azel’s power would keep this new tribe safe for a time, hiding them from the world as they grew while drawing women untouched carnally by men to them. By the time Azel withdrew his divine protection it wouldn’t matter how many Adventurers were sent to “clear” them out.
The Goblin Shaman smiled an evil grin. When next the Adventurers came for his tribe they’d be ready. They would slaughter the men the way the men had slaughtered them. And the women? Well, even if they weren’t untouched carnally by men and had wombs that could help grow their tribe they could still be put to good use…
But that was all a long way off. The idol needed to be reawakened so that the first womb and the woman attached to it could be drawn to him.
He started chanting out perverse prayers to Azel’s might. As he did this he used his staff to draw phallic runes and artwork in the dirt surrounding the weather-worn rock. Those etched symbols started to glow with sparking red energy. Soon the glowing art and runes were sending a flowing river of sparking red divine power into the rock.
The Goblin Shaman took a few steps back, chanting louder. His beady little eyes, nearly white with cloudy cataracts, glowed red. The divine power of Azel burnt away the cataracts, giving him clear vision. Under him the ground rumbled. The rock before him started to shake then rise from the ground. As it did its shape changed, becoming more phallic and obscene in shape.
As the newly reborn idol of Azel grew in its erect glory something else grew erect as well. The Goblin Shaman felt as renewed as the idol, and the little green pecker that had hung limp between his legs for so long now rose just like the idol. How long since he’d felt so hard? And did his painfully raging erection feel bigger?
After throwing off his cloak to reveal he was naked under it the Goblin Shaman looked down and saw his little green cock WAS bigger. He dropped to his knees, bowed his head, and in his chattering Goblin tongue he praised Azel’s might. He’d worried even when the womb was drawn to him he’d not be able to impregnate it. But now he saw he never should have worried, Azel would take care of everything.
The womb would arrive soon, the woman attached to it untouched carnally by any man. Azel would give him the power to subdue her. Azel would continue to renew his old body and by the time the woman was in his grasp he’d have the sexual stamina to take and impregnate her. And then the tribe’s rebirth could begin!
* * *
Juliana Birkenhead was a Human Ranger and a member of the Sisterhood of Righteousness. Like many of the organization’s members she had been raised by the Sisterhood and trained from a young age to be one of its warriors. Although only a few years past coming of age she’d already proved herself worthy many times over. She was trusted to explore the wilds alone, searching out places tainted by The Corruption to lead larger groups of Sisterhood members to rid Alaria of these places needing cleansing.
“I think we’re getting closer, Furrowleaf,” she said in a soft, quiet tone to the lumbering Dire Wolf moving through the forest alongside her. She reached out to the best, her ever-present traveling companion, and stroked its back. “You feel it too,” she said as she felt the wolf’s hackles rise.
“This is the place those dreams have been leading us. This forest has the taint of The Corruption in it… But it’s new. Fresh. We must discover who or what is causing the taint to spread. If it or they are something we can cleanse we’ll do so on our own. But if not… well, you know how it works by now, my dearest friend. We pull back and report back to the Sisterhood keep and return leading a MUCH larger force.”
Furrowleaf the Dire Wolf stopped then growled.
“What is it, girl?” Juliana knew that growl. It meant danger that needed sniffing out.
The Dire Wolf led them off the game trail they’d been following, sniffing and snouting into the nearby underbrush. When the wolf froze then barked Juliana rushed to her side, drawing and stringing her bow then nocking an arrow before reaching her companion.
When Juliana saw the danger Furrowleaf had discovered she lowered her bow and let the arrow pulled tight on the bow string loosen, although she didn’t return it to the quiver on her back. Even if THIS danger didn’t require an arrow through its throat there might be others nearby.
“Not too close,” she warned Furrowleaf. When the Dire Wolf backed away she moved closer, kneeling to inspect the danger her companion had spotted. “Tookabrew mushrooms,” Juliana whispered, glaring at the red-capped fungus.
The evil mushrooms only grew in places infused with The Corruption, the perverse power the Sisterhood had been formed to combat. Wherever the dark power spread it changed things, perverting and corrupting them. Often when The Corruption started to take hold of an area Tookabrew mushrooms were one of the first physical signs of the power taking hold and changing things.
She got to her feet and backed away slowly, looking all around to make sure there weren’t any other patches of the vile red mushrooms nearby. They were tools of The Corruption and were not to be trusted. When brewed and added to potions they would cause the magical drinks to have strange, often sexual side effects. And when encountered in the wild they were known to be able to explode into spore clouds that were even more potent and dangerous, especially to a woman like Juliana.
“Find the source of the Corruption,” Juliana muttered as she and Furrowleaf made their way carefully back to the game trail. “Find it, cleanse it, or if it’s too dangerous return with a greater force to do the job.”
Once they returned to the trail there was no question in her mind they were getting closer. The forest was growing thicker, with the underbrush and canopy overhead growing more wild and dense. The Corruption did that to places.
As she and her companion advanced deeper into the forested wilds the air grew thicker, stuffier, muskier even. The land and its vegetation were growing dangerously fertile in this place. But the taint of The Corruption was still faint. It hadn’t yet taken root here, meaning it could still be easily cleansed.
“A person or relic is causing this,” Juliana told Furrowleaf, talking as much to herself as the Dire Wolf. Her bow was still drawn, but she had returned the arrow to the quiver on her back. If she needed one she could have it drawn far faster than most could draw their sword.
“We’ve seen it before,” she went on. “I’ve cleansed such things before. So why am I so anxious about this outing into the wilds? It can’t be the dreams that led me here. Divine in nature, no doubt about that. Clearly a blessing from one of the deities aligned against those perverse gods who have given themselves to The Corruption.”
Furrowleaf nuzzled its huge snout into her hand. The soft, reassuring touch was all Juliana needed to be reminded of why this potentially dangerous adventure into the wilds was different from all the others she’d set out on. In the past she’d had only the drive of the Sisterhood’s mission to protect Alaria and its inhabitants from The Corruption. But in the time between her last adventure and this one she’d grown close to one of her fellow Sisterhood members who lived in the same keep as her.
The memories of the woman’s warm, soft body against hers sent a wave of flush heat through Juliana’s body. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling slowly as she indulged in the memory of her lover’s hand running through her long red hair as they lay together in the dark. That memory melded into one of the woman braiding some of Juliana’s long red hair in preparation for this mission.
Juliana reached up, fingering the braided strand of hair tucked behind her ear. “I want to return to her,” she whispered. “That’s why this all feels so much more dangerous than it normally does. I want to return to my love and share the nightly passions we’ve been sharing… To feel her hands exploring my most womanly of places. To feel her lips stopping to kiss those same places!”
Furrowleaf stopped, her hackles rising once again, as she let out a long, low growl.
“I feel it too,” Juliana whispered, crouching beside the Dire Wolf as an arrow flew in a flash from her quiver to her bow. She pulled the string back, peering carefully around the forest. “Feel it but don’t see or hear anything.” She waited in silence for a bit longer then let the string loosen slightly.
“Something isn’t right about this place,” she muttered. All her carefully attuned senses that came from being a Ranger were telling her there was danger here, not just ahead but closing in on her. “I might already be in over my head,” she muttered, realizing the fond memories of her lady lover had distracted her from the danger she faced.
The fierce, lithe warrior suddenly looked like a scared girl as she bit her bottom lip. “I know you don’t like leaving my side, Furrowleaf, but I think I need to send you back to the keep,” she whispered quickly to the Dire Wolf. “If I am in danger I can’t escape on my own they need to know. You go home, you let them know I might need help, and you lead them back here. Understand?”
For a moment the Dire Wolf met her gaze, the connection between them exchanging a whole conversation in a few heartbeats, then the wolf bowed in submission. She would do as her master wanted even if she didn’t like leaving her behind.
Juliana leaned down and nuzzled the wolf’s muzzle. “Go on, girl, I can take care of myself. Any danger strong enough to overcome me would be strong enough to overcome you as well. Now go, quick and quiet,” she told the wolf.
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.
* * *
The heat and frustration had built until Juliana felt she was half in a trance. She had to keep pleasuring herself until she found release, but could feel that wouldn’t come to her, not yet. Something else had to happen… Something had to arrive. Someone? Maybe. Her mind was too foggy from unsatisfied lust and sexual frustration to pierce the mental mist. Understanding exactly what she was waiting for remained beyond her for the time.
And then, in an instant, she DID understand. The old Goblin, hunched over slightly with age, slowly hobbled into sight. The green little fiend was naked and armed only with a shaman’s staff that he was using for support. A quick glance at the staff revealed the gnarled wooden top covered with obscene magical charms, nearly all of them phallic in shape.
Normally the sight of them would have left Juliana disgusted and snarling with anger. But something else happened. Something confusing. A rush of something that brought a burst of pleasure to what her hands were doing and deepened her trance.
Unsettled, she forced herself to look away from the obscene little charms. Her eyes fell on the Goblin. The beady little eyes were glowing red, a clear sign the little monster was infused to its core with The Corruption. His grotesque hooked nose and sneering thin lips made her stomach churn. His face was so ugly… So MALE looking even though he was a monster and not a person. She always found the lesser races like Goblins disturbing. They looked and at times acted almost like people but had intelligence that placed them somewhere between the sentient races and beasts.
Her eyes moved from its face, unsettled by the intelligence she saw in its glowing, beady little eyes. She was left deeply disturbed by the lecherous way it was looking at her. Had she been in her right mind and not half in a trance she’d have lunged for her gear at the first sight of the little monster, determined to arm herself and slay it before it could do her harm.
The trance wouldn’t allow that. It kept her where she was, sprawled out at the edge of spring, pleasuring herself as she whimpered and moaned in frustration. The power that kept her masturbating kept her eyes moving as well, down the Goblin’s naked body.
When her eyes settled on its erect green pecker things snapped into place. She moaned out in shock and joy, an unexpected rush of arousal nearly pushing her over the edge. It was shadowed by a wave of disgust and fear. How could her body react that way to a man’s member? And not even a man, but a vile little monster’s evil green pecker!
Then, the power controlling her asserting total dominance over her mind and body, she whimpered then shuddered in submission and pleasure. She didn’t quite climax, but what she felt was close enough to dull her mind and flood her senses with pleasure that brought almost relief. When the near cresting to climax lowered she was left fully entranced, drooling as she continued to furiously masturbate while staring at the Goblin’s erect cock.
If it had been attached to a Human man it would have looked average-sized or maybe even a little small, but attached to the Goblin’s little body the thing looked huge. In her right mind Juliana would have found it disturbingly Human-like in shape, with only the green coloration making it seem inhuman to her eyes.
In her right mind the sight of a male’s hard member would have done nothing to arouse her; if anything it would have killed any sexual heat she felt. But Juliana wasn’t in her right mind. The power that had control over her used that control. It pushed her deeper into her trance, making the sight of that hard green cock consume her mind and flood her with perverse sexual desire.
Her hands worked furiously as she moaned and bucked in a wild sexual haze. She groped her small breasts with frantic need, pinching and tugging and twisting her nipples. Her other hand rubbed furiously at her slit for a moment then she did something she almost never did to herself. She took two fingers and plunged them deep into her sopping wet hole.
In her right mind penetration was something she almost never liked, and only when a female partner did it to her. She never touched herself that way, NEVER. Now, plunging two fingers deep into herself, she arched her back and let out a long, lewd moan that echoed through the corrupted forest. Not just one single plunge, but repeated thrusting, hard and fast, all while gasping in pleasure and staring at the Goblin’s hard cock.
Her mind filled with images that didn’t belong there. Fantasies of cocks plunging in and out of her womanhood. Bursts of pleasure came each time she thrust her fingers deep into herself. She gasped. She squirmed. She nearly came. She WOULD have cum, but the power controlling her was making her wait. The frustration from the denial of release would continue to make her mind and body easier to control.
The Goblin Shaman slowly backed away from Juliana. She whimpered and whined. How could it take that vile yet oh so sexually appealing green member away from her? She HAD to keep staring at it. Had to keep it in focus as she kept masturbating. It was all-consuming. She was fully cocknotized and feared breaking that spell more than anything she’d ever feared in her life.
As the Goblin Shaman backed away Juliana rolled over and struggled to get to her feet, something that wasn’t easy as she felt the need to keep masturbating. Eventually she managed it and slowly followed the Goblin, hands still working her little breasts and her dripping cunt. She shuffled after the Goblin, cocknotized and eyes locked on his hard member.
Her mind was consumed by the sight of it. The swollen cockhead. The pulsing veins running up the shaft. The sagging balls. She salivated and drooled as she imagined licking it. Tasting the male grossness . Her nostrils flared as she imagined SMELLING the gross maleness .
She followed the Goblin, drooling and playing with herself while so cocknotized she gave no thought to the gear she was leaving behind. She barely noticed she was being led back into the corrupted forest she’d been trying to flee. The feel of the place, gathering tight around her with the power soaked into it reaching into her, no longer disturbed her. All that mattered was the Goblin’s cock and the pleasure that came from playing with herself as she stared at it.
“Don’t want to want it,” she whimpered, then immediately added, “but I do. I want it. I want cock, I want Goblin cock!”
Time passed. She followed, cocknotized, muttering, playing with herself. The Goblin Shaman led the way deeper into the corrupted forest until they reached the heart of it. The idol of Azel, its power reawakened.
What had once been a weather-worn nub of rock nearly impossible to recognize as a holy idol now stood jutting two stories high out of the forest floor. It was a huge stone idol, looking roughly carved from stone into a shape suggestive of a giant hard dick. Perverse phallic runes covered it, all of them steaming and glowing with sparking red energy.
Near the base of the Idol of Azel was the inscription. “Here the wombs of women untouched carnally by cock must be taken in the name of Azel. Through the Cock God’s phallic glory his Goblin servants shall grow mighty and numerous as those wombs, and the women attached to them, are turned into servants of Azel’s servants.”
Under the carving was something that from a distance looked to be giant stone testicles, making something that would otherwise just be suggestively phallic recognizable as a massive cock jutting from the earth. As one drew closer they could see these balls were not just a cosmetic flourish but rather a sacrificial bed, one sized and positioned so when a woman was laid on it her pussy would be left at the perfect height for a Goblin to fuck it.
The Goblin Shaman led the entranced Ranger to the sacrificial bed. By then she was so deep in her trance that she no longer needed to remain fixated on his throbbing green cock.
Although Juliana would normally not have been able to understand the Goblin’s primitive form of language the power she was under made it so she understood all he said. He told her to get on the sacrificial bed, then commanded her to position herself on her back, with her legs spread wide open so that her pussy was on full display. She followed his every command without hesitation, drooling mindlessly while still rubbing at herself and mumbling about cock.
After she was in position the Goblin slapped her hand away from her crotch. It followed this by clambering up onto her, grabbing both her hands as it did, and pulling them above her head. A quick tap of the idol and a short prayer to Azel sent a shimmer of divine magic flowing out. The shimmer became chains and manacles positioned to secure Juliana’s wrists above her head.
When the Goblin Shaman climbed down more divine magic flowed through the sacrificial bed, creating shackles to lock Juliana’s ankles in place so her legs would remain spread wide and lifted open.
Only after she was bound in place and no longer had free use of her limbs did Juliana rise slightly from her trance. She stopped muttering about cock and started to wiggle then groan and grunt in frustration. Why wasn’t she being allowed to keep playing with herself? She started to grow angry and thrash about until her eyes settled on the Goblin’s erect member.
She calmed. She let out a longing sigh of relief at the sight of a hard cock. Her cunt gushed in anticipation as she realized she was positioned perfectly to be taken by it. She wiggled her ass, sliding forward slightly on the altar so her cunt was positioned even better. She wanted the Goblin’s cock. She NEEDED it.
The Goblin Shaman said one final prayer to Azel then happily carried out his religious duty, thrusting his throbbing green member into Juliana’s cunt. He grunted in delight at how easily he slid in, muttering praise to Azel for preparing the big Human woman so thoroughly for him.
As the Goblin muttered praise to his god Juliana knew only divinely forced sexual bliss. She’d never known any pleasure as great as the feel of a cock sliding into her sopping wet cunt. She was already cumming by the time the little monster’s swollen cockhead was fully in her, and by the time the Goblin had plunged itself balls deep into her the Ranger’s back was arched and she was wailing in pleasure.
The feel of a cock thrusting in and out of her, and the intense, previously unimagined pleasure it brought, was like a holy revelation to Juliana. How could she ever have preferred women to men? Why had her life not been dedicated to getting as much dick as possible? To being fucked by cocks as often as possible? To worshiping them? To worshiping Azel?
* * *
It had been a long time since the Goblin Shaman had had a woman. For far too long his body had been too old and frail to even get an erection, and it had been even longer since he’d had the joy of having his way with one of the “big people”. So much time and effort had led to this moment, and so much sensual heat had been built since the Ranger had come to the spring and stripped. Even with Azel’s blessing upon him helping him last longer he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.
Visions his god had shown him left him knowing the womb that had been delivered to him would end up pregnant almost as soon as he came. Azel willed it to be so, so it would be.
Although he knew it wouldn’t be, not without Azel’s will making it so. Normal Goblins could not make children with any of the big people. Yes, they could take them and use them for pleasure, but there would never be children made that way.
That was about to change, all according to Azel’s grand plan. The Goblin Shaman would be not just the first of a new tribe, but first of a new race of Goblins! They would NEED the wombs of the female big people to breed and the children they would birth would only be male. A whole race of male Goblins, all eager for and needing the big women to breed.
The idea ran through the Goblin Shaman’s mind. It all started here, with his cock in this big woman’s sopping wet cunt. It would become reality when he came and drained his balls into her. He would impregnate her then, eventually, she would bear the first of a new race of Goblins!
As the moment drew near the Goblin Shaman felt Azel’s blessing swelling inside him, the god’s power flowing through him and centering in his balls. At the same time he felt the power of the idol grow and flow into the woman being fucked on its sacrificial bed. She was being changed, primed to accept his seed and become with child as soon as he came in her.
With the moment of climax and impregnation nearing the Goblin Shaman slowed his thrusts in and out of the Human woman’s cunt. He wanted to make the pleasure last for every extra moment he could. More than that, he wanted to be aware of it. As holding back his climax grew ever harder he slid his cock further out of her cunt, pulling his body back as well so he could stare down at his green rod. When he came and began a new race of Goblins he wanted to SEE it.
* * *
Juliana was lost in a haze of divinely forced pleasure. She no longer had the strength to arch her back and wail in delight. She’d been climaxing nearly nonstop since the Goblin had started fucking her and now her body was on the verge of exhaustion. She lay limp, chest heaving, body covered in sweat. Each time the Goblin slid back into her she convulsed slightly, Azel’s blessing forcing her to get off again.
Her mind was too addled and her body too sapped of strength for there to be any clear thoughts in her mind. Yet even so she sensed something momentous was about to happen, that something was building here. Something inside the Goblin, something inside her. A moment was approaching, a moment that would change the realm of Alaria forever.
Clouds of mental fog and physical exhaustion slowly began to part as the moment drew closer. She found herself lifting her head, looking down her naked, sweat-covered body to stare and the green monster cock slowly sliding in and out of her sex. Its raw maleness invading her insides made her shiver in a mix of religious and sexual ecstasy. The sight of her own juices slathered on the shaft and dripping off the creature’s balls made her shiver as well.
Voices whispered in her mind, bits of divine inspiration she felt herself internalizing. Cock. Worship cock. Take it inside. Lick it. Suck it. Pleasure it. Make it cum!
Then, just as the Goblin was about to climax, the mental clouds parted fully. In a horrifying flash Juliana returned to herself, remembered who she was and how much men and their vile members disgusted her. She became fully aware of the power The Corruption had used on her and had a clear understanding she was being used in some perverse and perhaps evil ritual to grow the power of Azel, one of The Corruption’s most potent and vile servants.
It all flooded into her mind with just enough time for her to process it. Then, the horror and fear overtaking her, she watched as the Goblin’s vile green pecker flexed. It had been pulled out so just the cockhead was in her. At first she didn’t understand what she was seeing. Why was it doing that? Flexing. Convulsing.
Then she felt it. A spurt of pressure inside her. She gasped in horror. The monster was cumming inside of her! Putting its monster seed in her, defiling her insides with its nasty Goblin spunk.
At least it can’t impregnate me. The thought flashed through her mind, bringing only a little relief, but relief nonetheless.
A moment later, as Azel’s full power washed over her body and soul, she realized she’d been wrong. The god had changed things. Changed the Goblin that had been taking her as part of its perverse ritual. Changed her because of the ritual. She felt it, felt it both physically and spiritually. IT HAD IMPREGNATED HER!
Juliana broke into sobs of despair brought on by the divine revelation of what would come next. Not only had Azel used his divine power to show her that the Goblin had impregnated her, it gave her a glimpse of how the pregnancy would play out. She’d only have to suffer through gestating the nasty green monster the Goblin had put in her for mere weeks, but when it came time to birth what had quickly grown in her there would be several of them!
Having the speed of the pregnancy revealed, along with glimpses of how drained it would leave her, left her sinking deeper into the sea of despair she felt she was drowning in. Already her body felt so weak… Every minute that passed her body would be doing the work of days or maybe even weeks of a normal pregnancy!
She cried harder, turning her head away from the grinning Goblin as it stared at her in triumph. She shuddered as she felt its vile member go soft and slip out of her. That was followed by the feeling of its nasty seed leaking out of her. There was so much of it! It HAD to be far more volume than a Human man would spurt out. She was certain that if there was always THIS much of the nasty stuff she’d have heard. It was like the trickle of a stream leaving her womanhood, running down her thighs to pool on the altar under her.
A sacrifice to perverse gods, she thought, sobbing harder as every bit of fight left her. She went limp, her whole body shaking with uncontrolled sobs. My womanhood a sacrifice to a nasty, green little monster and his vile little green pecker. My womb a sacrifice to Azel! Just a tool to create some perverse new creation of The Corruption, Goblins bred in the wombs of women of other races.
I’ll be the first, but far from the last, she realized, unsure if it was divine revelation or despair-fueled fatalistic certainty.
She sobbed harder, not caring that she felt the manacles and chains binding her to the altar disappear. What point would there be in trying to escape? The thing was done and the little monsters were growing inside her now. Even if she could find the strength to get up and run what would running matter? She couldn’t run away from THIS. It would follow her, it WAS her.
All there was to do was lay, defeated, and sob. Maybe before long she’d pass out and sleep would take her from this nightmare for a time. Maybe she’d wake, better able to handle the nightmare her life had become.
She lay, sobbing, so full of despair that she offered neither physical nor spiritual resistance to the powers at work around her. The taint of The Corruption soaked into the altar seeped into her while Azel used his divine power to reshape the woman who had once been driven by a need to oppose him and the perverse power the god served.
Juliana could not feel what was being done to her. The changes to her mind and spirit were subtle and insidious. Deep and so “true” feeling she thought they came of her own free will.
Gradually she no longer felt like she was sinking into a bottomless sea of despair. There was buoyancy to her spirit as she rose towards the surface brought by acceptance of her fate. If she was doomed to birth Goblins and serve the Cock God why not embrace it? She’d lost her battle against The Corruption. Even if she escaped The Sisterhood would see her as a tainted tool of The Corruption, beyond saving. So why not embrace The Corruption? Why not be its willing servant?
Not long after her tears stopped she found the strength to sit up. She saw the Goblin Shaman there, hunched over slightly using his staff for support. He looked older, weaker. Had sex with her drained the little monster of its vitality? Or did she have it backwards? Had the sex with her made it stronger and now she was seeing it as it really was?
Her eyes went to the thing hanging between its legs. The green pecker dangling flaccid there looked smaller than it had felt in her. Then, mere moments after her eyes had been drawn to it, it didn’t. With her attention on it the green member swelled. It grew larger. Harder. Erect. Glancing up at the Goblin Shaman she saw that after getting hard he looked younger. Stronger. More vibrant. Eagerness gleamed in his glowing red eyes.
Juliana felt an invitation to join him. Something unspoken, something both in his face and in the surrounding air. A calling she had to answer. Nodding as though in agreement with the power calling her forward Juliana slid off the altar, dropping to the ground and crawling towards the Goblin Shaman.
She was drawn to him. No, not him. To his cock. His vile, little green pecker. Except it wasn’t so little anymore, and suddenly it no longer seemed vile at all. It was… glorious! Why had she never seen how wonderful dicks were? Not just as tools of sexual pleasure, but as masterful works of art. As relics of the divine! What need of temples and altars when any man had a holy relic of Azel between his legs?
Worship it. Worship Azel through that green cock.
By the time Juliana had crawled all the way to the Goblin any devotion to gods other than Azel had been left behind. Azel would be the only god she would ever worship again. She’d send him all her faith, do anything and everything in worship of him. Of cock!
She twisted her head up, keeping her body close to the ground so that she could adore the Goblin’s hard member from below. She adored it as though it was the most revered relic of a god she’d worshiped her whole life. With religious reverence she took it in her shaking hand and prayed to Azel, muttering quietly about his glory, about the glory of cock. All cock. Of Goblin cock.
Juliana showered the Goblin’s cock with adoration and praise. She whispered loving things to it as she hugged it to her cheek. She caressed her cheek against it, overwhelmed by the feel of it. Hard yet with delightful spongy, fleshy give when she squeezed it. Deliciously fragrant in the most male of ways, yet with the womanly smell of her insides lingering to it. The flesh still damp with a mix of her vaginal juices and a bit of the seed it had put in her.
She greedily inhaled the scent of that mix of fluids covering the cock. But she needed more, needed to experience it with ALL her senses to better worship both Goblin cock and Azel the Cock god.
Juliana got lower to the ground as she grabbed the Goblin’s cock by the base then lifted it up in the air. She bent her head back and got even lower so that she was under the Goblin’s balls, mouth open so they rested on her tongue.
The feel of the ballsack. The taste. The SMELL! She shivered in delight, never having imagined a religious experience could be felt so deeply on a physical and spiritual level. She had to keep worshiping Azel through the Goblin’s cock.
She opened her mouth further while sticking her tongue out a bit then, shaking with anticipation and resplendent spiritual joy, started running her tongue up the base of the Goblin’s throbbing member. She savored every inch of length she dragged her tongue up, reveling in the texture of it, in the taste, in the way the potent male smell filled her senses.
Her devotion to cock and Azel grew the nearer she got to the swollen green cockhead. She felt her conversion to Azel worship would be complete when she reached it, sealed by… something. By some act she was about to perform. But what? She wasn’t sure. Something she didn’t understand, something she’d never done, but WOULD know how to do when her mouth reached the tip. Through the divine power of Azel she’d know. It would be revealed to her, and she’d know what to do to seal her devotion to the Cock God.
How will the rest of the sex scene play out, completing Juliana’s conversion? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)
After this scene finishes the narration will then switch to Juliana’s lover, a white-haired Bunordaen (bunny girl) who is a Sisterhood runner/scout. She has received Juliana’s message via the wolf and is now on her way to save her. Also keep in mind that she needs to remain “untouched carnally by cock” for her to be a proper sacrifice on the Idol of Azel. How will this initial scene play out? (Choose up to 8 options from this poll)
Will Juliana’s lover arrive before or after she gives birth to the Goblins? Keep in mind this will effect how many scenes there are before the bunny girl arrives, as well as whether she arrives to face just the Goblin Shaman or the beginning of the Goblin tribe. This will also impact the pace of the story and how much time we spend developing these characters.
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