Chapter 23: The Goblin Lair

The two, now invisible, warriors crept as silently as possible around the bend in the tunnel, leaving the soft glow of Gretel’s magically lit staff and stepping into the flickering torchlight which apparently marked the entrance of the goblins’ lair. Lexi’s heart hammered in her chest as a pair of goblins came into sight, remembering how her last encounter with the filthy creatures has resulted in a brush far too close to death for comfort. In her mind she had faith in the efficacy of Gretel’s spell. But, it did not seem that her brain could convince the rest of her body that this was the case.

Left foot…right foot, came the internal commands, one after the other, forcing the paladin forward towards the pair of goblins guarding the entrance to the creatures’ lair. Samantha seemed unperturbed by the oddity of the situation, but such was her demeanor’s stoic facade that Lexi figured she would not have been able to tell if the monk were truly as scared as she was. Not that it mattered much at this point anyway. Gretel’s spell had less than a minute remaining, so the two warriors were — for better or worse — locked into this present course of action.

Coming into the torchlight, Lexi was again struck by how childlike the goblins appeared at first glance. Had she not known better, the silhouettes would have definitely given her the impression that she and the monk were coming across two small human boys, not adult monsters. However, it took only a glance at the pitiless pools of wickedness behind their eyes to recall the truth. These were assuredly not children, but were the vilest beasts she had yet to come across in this world — a fact supported by the cruelly curved black scimitars slung casually over each guard’s shoulder.

The goblins looked well at ease in their stations, each posted up on either side of the wide tunnel opening. They were conversing in low muttered tones with one another, in what Lexi realized with a start must be their own language. She caught words that sounded like “kiimas” and “plika,” but dared not hazard any guess as to what this meant other than that these two were already distracted, and would probably be less likely to notice the sneak attack she and Samantha were planning.

The two warriors crept silently between the conversing pair of goblins without making so much as the slightest sound. Lexi immediately peeled off to the right, circling behind the goblin on that side, while Samantha did the same thing in the other direction. Once in place, the girls got to work without wasting a single second.

Lexi, her sword already drawn, delivered a single powerful thrust, driving the tip directly into the back of the goblin’s neck. The blade slid cleanly through, the tip exiting the unsuspecting creature’s throat in a spray of crimson blood. His throat severed, the only sound the goblin made in its death throes was a hissing gurgle, as his last breath feebly escaped his dying lungs.

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As the exact same moment that Lexi’s blade slid between the right-hand goblin’s vertebrae, Samantha clasped both of her fists together, raised them both over her head and delivered an immensely powerful hammer strike to the top of her goblin’s skull. The creature was dead before it hit the floor, the only sound being the soft thump of its limp and lifeless body hitting the stone. When Lexi glanced over to examine her partner’s work, she was more than a bit shocked to see that the goblin’s skull had actually been deformed into something that looked more like a smushed mushroom than a skull — such was the raw power in the monk’s corded muscles.

Just as the pair of goblin guards collectively expired, Gretel’s spell wore off, leaving the two female fighters now visible over their first respective kills of the quest. Beyond the point at which the guards had been stationed, Lexi spied a rough-hewn staircase cut into the stone, which appeared to lead down into a large open cavern, itself similarly lit by the dancing flickers of torches. However, light was not the only thing which the adventurers perceived emanating from the cavern. The unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, groans of male pleasure, and soft cries of female distress echoed up the stone staircase to reach their ears.

“Alright team,” Lexi whispered to her two companions. “I think we all know what we’re likely to find at the bottom of that staircase.”

The monk and mage eyed each other nervously, but steeled their resolves and nodded briskly to their leader in assent. Lexi continued, “The good news is that I think I can make out two different female voices. So, unless these filth just happen to have some other girl that they’ve kidnapped, this probably means that both Lady Eschenbach and Hilda are alive.”

“Although,” Gretel said with a shudder, remembering the horror of her own cruel rape at the hands of goblins. “They might be pretty close to the end by now. It’s been hours since the attack.”

Samantha’s eyes went wide as saucers, as the naive monk realized what exactly the goblins had likely been doing with their captives for the past several hours. A wave of nausea passed over the monk, but she suppressed it with a slow, deep breath, intent that she would not fail either her companions or the hostages in this first quest of hers.

“That’s right,” Lexi said with a nod. “There’s a really good chance that any living hostages are going to need medic…er…healing before we can get them out of there. Gretel, you’ve already used three spells so far to help us out. How many do you have left?”

“Two,” the mage replied, making a V sign with her index and forefinger.

“Anything offensive in your repertoire?”

“Actually, yes. I was hoping to get the chance to try out one of those, since that’s not the kind of thing you can really practice with.”

“Good,” Lexi nodded, clapping the mage on the back. “We don’t know exactly what we’re going to find down there, but as soon as we hit the bottom of the staircase, we’re going to have to move. Since Samantha and I are at full strength, I think we should go in first, and tackle the highest priority targets. That’ll leave you, Gretel, at the rear to clean up whatever else is left with whatever offensive spell you’ve got up your sleeve.”

“I approve of this plan,” Samantha said in her now familiar clipped and formal manner of speaking.

“Ditto!” the mage said with a smile.

“Excellent,” Lexi said. “So, once we take out the goblins, Gretel will probably be totally depleted as far as spells go. I’ll try not to gas myself out by using up all my spells, so I can help heal up the nobles if need be.”

“I shall do the same,” the monk said softly.

“That settles it then,” the paladin said with finality. “Let’s roll out.”

No longer cloaked by Gretel’s magical invisibility, the adventurers moved in a very closely packed inverted wedge formation, with Lexi and Samantha both taking point, and Gretel bringing up the rear. As the trio descended the wide stair both the goblin village and the sickening reality of the nobles’ torment came into focus. The village itself occupied the entirety of the cavern, which was roughly circular in shape, and was about one-hundred yards across. There were several small huts, uniformly built of stone and wood, arranged in a semi-circle around the cavern’s opening.

While the huts themselves were nothing remarkable, and could realistically have been — had they not been located underground — mistaken for any small human settlement within the kingdom, the spectacle taking place in the open area at the cavern’s center was the epitome of debased goblin entertainment. The scene the three adventurers beheld was, to Lexi’s eye, like a “bad end” scene from a hentai manga, where the monsters end up raping the girls into insanity as the scene fades to black.

To the left, they saw a chubby older woman completely nude and on her knees, face and generous tits pressed flat against the cold stone ground, while her enormous ass was up in the air behind her. Gray streaked brown hair covered the woman’s face, but her anguished cries left no doubt that tears streaked the face of the noble Lady Eschenbach. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, leaving her holes easy prey to the pair of goblins at work behind her.

One goblin stood directly behind the woman, the childlike green figure thrusting his almost comically large cock repeatedly into her hairy cunt, now slick with her own juices as well as the cum of who knew how many other goblins had penetrated her in the last hours. The other goblin lay atop her huge ass, his small chest pressed close against her lower back as he hammered his cock into her asshole. A low and constant moan issued forth from the poor woman’s mouth, but it was nearly drowned out by the grunting of the two goblins double penetrating her, and from the sounds of their thighs slapping against her fleshy buttocks with each thrust.

On the right side, a young girl who must have been Lady Eschenbach’s daughter, Hilda, was equally nude on the stone floor, being spitroasted by a pair of small goblins. Where her mother was large and fleshy, Hilda was small and delicate, the flower of young adult femininity. Her lithe young body was covered in a sheen of dripping sweat, muscles clearly tended against the continued assaults of her captors. Her golden blond hair was pulled back into a braid, leaving her pretty young face clear for the adventurers to see. Tears ran from each liquid blue eye, as her rosy lips were wrapped around the thick green cock being forcefully rammed between them.

The girl’s knees and elbows were tied together, keeping her forearms and shins pressed flat against the ground. And, while one goblin mercilessly facefucked the teenage girl, his compatriot stood behind her, fucking her tight young pussy with equal vigor, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. In her case, the sound of the goblin’s flesh slapping against her ass and thighs was almost inaudible against the constant gurgles and gags which came from the girl’s mouth as her throat was being involuntarily bulged by her captor’s girthy green cock.

The shock of witnessing the agonies faced by the two captive women was nothing compared to that yielded by the cavern’s central scene. Between the violated mother and daughter was a throne, hewn from the same stone as the huts between which it stood. Seated atop the throne was a goblin — clearly female — with the sandy blond head of a teenage boy, Lady Eschenbach’s son Hans, at work between her tiny green legs. The boy was very small framed himself and delicately built, with more the physique Lexi would expect from an effete noble than a fighter. Like the other members of his family, the boy was completely nude, and Lexi was more than a bit surprised to see a painfully erect cock dangling between his legs, a steady stream of clear precum leaking from the tip onto the stone steps which led up to the throne.

The goblin whose pussy the boy was busy lapping came as a complete shock to Lexi. Until that point, her only experience with the race had been the male representative. And, although the existence of males necessitated that of females, the paladin had never paused to consider what they might be like. As much she instinctively had categorized the male goblins as shotas when first coming upon them in the clearing where Gretel had been at their mercy, so did she bracket this female as a loli almost immediately. Though undoubtedly a fully grown adult, her body was more the shape and size of a barely pubescent human than anything else. Tiny buds grew from her heaving chest, topped by dark green puffy nipples, and the pussy being licked by her captive human toy was as hairless as any maiden’s.

Although she was practically nude as well, the female goblin wore an intricately wrought black iron diadem atop her braided chestnut hair. It was set with a large ruby — as dark as blood — which gleamed brightly in the flickering torchlight. In addition to the diadem, she wore a black stole draped across the back of her neck and hanging down over the fronts of her shoulders, reminding Lexi of something a Catholic priest would wear atop their robes. Taken together, the tiara and stole made the paladin think strongly of a priestess, and in her mind, this loli goblin was bracketed as such. She was attended by two other male goblins, each of whom held a leather cord which was tied like a leash to the human boy’s throat, keeping his face pressed tightly against their ruler’s slick green cunt. She moaned deliciously as the boy licked and suckled sloppily at her little wet pussy. And, each of the two attendant goblins were clearly enjoying the show, leisurely stroking their erect cocks while they watched the boy work their priestess’s cunt.

The orgy’s spell was, however, broken when the fierce battle cries of three human adventurers pierced through the sounds of sex, echoing throughout the cavern to shock both the goblins and their captives into alertness.