Knights of the Holy Mother – 3 [❤️❤️]

You’re leading a whole buncha goblins to Hacksonville, making sure the ones directly behind you get a nice view of your round butt. Hard not to, since they’re all a little over waist height. You’ve got the attention of the two most curious goblins at the front, a brother and a sister named Razz and Rizz. Unfortunately, they’re not really focusing on the glimpses of your tight briefs underneath your skirt.

They’re more interested in you. The casual way you walk with your spear twirling about, the way you absolutely clobbered some weird beaky raptor creature, the happy humming tune…honestly, you find it a bit flattering.

And it’s nice that they haven’t seen your huge cock. That would be awkward to explain.

You are April, and you’re leading some of the ‘riskier’ goblins to Hacksonville. Those with injuries too severe to heal on their own, those who knew too much about demons and risked interrogation, and a few that just wanted a fresh start. Just over fifty people total.

Rizz and Razz have been whispering and elbowing each other for a couple minutes now. The brother, Razz, finally gets closer to you and clears his throat.

“Sooooo, uh…why’d you end up joining the Knights of the Mother?”

“Knights of the Holy Mother, Razz.” Rizz rolls her eyes. “Clearly, they’re one of the offshoots that worship the mortal mother of the Outer God.”

What’s that now? Did Emancipation’s loose tongue get you guys put in some sort of weird cult? That’d be so weird. And here you thought the name wouldn’t stick because it was an obvious reference to Lady Quinn. But hey, if it works…

“And what my brother is trying to ask is what’s a human doing with a bunch of exotic races? Harpies, a minotaur, and that weird armored…thing.”

You would sorta stick out in that crowd, huh?

“Dunno, we kinda ended up together after some mess on an airship. Fought some pirates. Nasty business.” You shake your head and look up at the darkening sky. “It’s getting late.”

The convoy isn’t moving very fast. The injured are in wagons pulled along by the able-bodied, and some of the elderly have to walk. A trip that would have taken you three hours tops is stretching to take another day.

The old goblin leader limps over.

“Knight, we are not soldiers. We cannot keep marching; our injured need care, and we all need food and rest.”

He’s not wrong. Mortals are squishier and need these things. Not to mention you’re feeling a bit tired yourself. Maybe a snack will do you some good. Though you’re not sure you can keep them all safe through the night.

“I won’t be able to protect you when night falls.” You stop to lean on your spear. “We should get to Hacksonville as quick as we can.”

“We can set up protective ritual circles. We’ll only need a few people to take watch.” The old goblin says. “In fact, Rizz and Razz seem quite eager to prove themselves.”

“Uuugh, Elder Nobble!” Rizz whines. “Stop volunteering us for stuff!”

About an hour later, the goblins finish setting up camp. You’re sitting on a log away from the bonfire they’ve built, staring out into the darkness. Mostly trying to shift your dick around so it doesn’t slip past your briefs. Of course, you’re a bit low on energy; you haven’t had sex for a couple days before you were summoned.

Your fingers trail up and down the shaft hardening under your skirt. The goblins are focused on eating, it’d be so easy to whip it out and—

“So how’d you get to be so good with a spear?” You jump as Rizz plops down next to you.

“Yeah, you were awesome! It was dodge, then thrust, then—hah!” Razz sits down on the other side. You push your hands down on your crotch and try to keep a straight face as Razz mimes your moves. “You’re an incredible woman, Knight April!”

Aww, that’s cute. All these compliments are making you so hard.

“Oh, well, I’m naturally good at handling shafts like this one.” One hand pats the spear by your side. The other rubs at your crotch. “It’s all in the thrust. Dishing it out, taking it…”

Your innuendo goes unnoticed, as does the hand rubbing your dick. You feel yourself lengthen and peek past your underwear.

“You’re self-taught?” Razz is impressed.

“Ma says that I could have inherited some talent from my da.”

Quinn mentioned how the souls of mortals imprint a piece of themselves when they impregnate a demon. It’s why so many of the shipborn demons have more naturally offensive capabilities than the later generations. All that raiding and fighting sticks to a person, and demons can inherit skills associated with those memories. Which is why you’re so handy with a spear. You got facefucked by your da; he was great with his spear! The look he gave you as you sucked his cock~…

“April.” Rizz snaps her fingers in front of your face. “April, you there? You’re drooling.”

Shoot, your mind wandered. You need some DESIRE soon. Nothing like the feasts in Haven, a small meal. You shake your head and smile at the two goblins. Speaking of small meals…

“I get why the elder and a few of the more magic-slinging goblins are coming.” The knights would imprison them for demon summoning. “But why are you two coming along?”

The siblings look at each other. Something passes between them, like telepathy. They’re hurting. A lot. They act all excited, but they’re both hiding a deep sadness. They lost somebody. Maybe everybody they knew. Greenbrook is—was a pretty big town.

“We have a brother in Hacksonville.” Rizz says.

“Adopted brother.” Razz adds. Something about the ways he says that makes you excited. “Our parents took him in before we were born, and he went off to the big city a few years ago.”

“We’re hoping he can let us stay at his place, maybe get us a job. I’m a great enchanter, and Razz isn’t half-bad at magitech.”

Hey, Haven can use either of ‘em. Maybe if you break the chastity spell, you can convince them to visit Haven. The fun you could have…You feel your dick stretch past your skirt and quickly sit up before either of them notices.

“I’m going to do some scouting around the camp.” You give them both a wink. “One of you can come switch with me in a few hours.”

You make sure to give them a nice view of your butt as you walk off into the darkness. By Quinn, you wish you could wear your thong. But it’s even worse at hiding your throbbing erection than the briefs-skirt combo. As you are now, your dick easily slips into your thigh-highs.

You walk around the camp a few times in the moonlit darkness. The goblins are good; no other monsters approach, though you have to scare away a few curious wolves. You take a few breaks to jack off, but your own DESIRE barely satiates you. The moon is high in the sky when some rustling bushes catch your attention. You slip your skirt back on and show a relieved smile when Razz stumbles through a bush.

There’s some twigs in his hair. You giggle and pick them out of his hair as he dusts the dirt from his knees.

“There you are, April!” Razz blushes when you pull more leaves out of his hair. “Rizz says it should be long enough. You’ve been the one fighting all day. You deserve to rest.”

Aww, that’s so sweet! You twist around so he doesn’t see the lifting skirt.

“I was enjoying a beautiful night.” You try to gaze longingly at the moon with the scowling face. That buzzkill must be a reason why the chastity spell is so strong. “I love clear nights like these.”

It was on a night like this that Emancipation was born. The beginning of freedom.

“I guess I never appreciated it until now.” Razz hums.

The two of you listen to the chirping of insects and bask in the pleasant chill of the soft wind.

“Have you ever kissed anyone, Razz?”

“W-w-what?” Razz sputters and looks away. “No, I um…I couldn’t find the right girl. Always too busy, y’know?”

“That’s a bummer. Any girl would be lucky to have you, Razz.” You beam and tousle his hair. Goblins are so cute with their big ears, round faces, and button noses. Even cuter when they’re embarrassed! “Say, how ‘bout I help you practice?”

Razz goes stiff as you kneel down, pushing down your skirt. He’s looking at your face and you smile wide.

“We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend though, are you sure it’s okay?” He says, even though his eyes are on your lips.

“It’s just practice. You don’t want your first girlfriend to be unimpressed with your kissing, right?” He’s about to say more but you place a slender finger on his mouth. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Razz takes a few deep breaths. While he’s closed his eyes, you quickly slip your dick into your thigh-highs again so it doesn’t pop up. He opens them and your sultry gaze is all the encouragement he needs.

“Okay. Just practice.” He puckers his lips.

You grab him by the shoulders and pull him into the best kiss he’ll ever get. Your lips meet his and the DESIRE in him ignites into a storm. It’s still suppressed, though not for long. The kiss goes from a simple peck to a full-on tongue sucking, spit switching, mouth exploring tangle of heightened emotions. Your pheromones and the passionate kiss tear through the dam of the chastity spell, a full flood of DESIRE rushing through him.

You break the kiss, both of you still connected by a strand of saliva. You’re both breathing heavily, the storm of lust filling you up. This is why you love goblins; lots of DESIRE in a small package. A perfectly portable treat.

“Wow.” Razz breaths out, shifting uncomfortably as a tent is slowly pitched in his pants. “Uh, wow? What’s this?”

He points to his crotch. You stare at him. Does he really not know? Oh shoot, you hope he passes the Harkness test.

“Are you an adult?” You blurt out.

“Oooh, is it that?” Razz nods as if that explained everything. “Yeah, just last month. Is this the stiffness that makes babies? I thought it was harder to activate…”

Hoo, boy. He’s got a very vague understanding of sex. You smirk. Best give him a teacher.

“Yup.” Your face gets close to his crotch and you take a deep sniff. “When you put this in a woman’s special place, you can make babies. Want to keep practicing?”

“I don’t know. I really liked the kissing…”

“Then I’ll keep kissing you.” You giggle and unbutton his pants, a respectable six-inch greenie springing out. The rich smell of his body ripens deliciously. “Just in a different place is all…”

You let his cock slide down your face as you look up at him. He’s nervous, and a bit scared. All that is drowned out by his DESIRE, and some atrophied instinct to take you right there. Let’s see if you can bring that instinct back. You take his dick in your lips, slowly licking his tip in your mouth. He squirms and you put your hands on his butt to keep him still.

You slowly take the full dick in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, then pull it back out. So slowly you can feel his heart beat quicken on your tongue. You pull it out with a pop and wiggle his erection around teasingly, stroking it every now and then. He shudders and shifts, the DESIRE building.

“How’s my kissing?” You smile mischievously.

“Incredible.” He gasps. “It isn’t your first time…?”

“Nah.” You give him a long lick. “My first kiss was incredible…he’s dead now.”

Your sire fucked your throat ruthlessly several times before you were freed. And when you were, you tracked him down and drove his own spear through his heart. He was a good fuck. Great cock.

Too bad he was in the way.

“I’m so sorr—Guh!”

You interrupt him by taking his entire cock inside your mouth again, accelerating the pace until the sloppy sounds of your oral sex drown out the nearby crickets. He bites his lip and looks at you, your happy blowjob face dribbling virgin precum and spit from your chin. You feel your dick stretching against the fabric of your thigh highs, the slight shifting stimulating it just enough for beads of pre to leak out.

“S-s-something’s happening!” Razz yelps.

Goblin cum rushes through your mouth, the delicious richness puffing out your cheeks and splurting out of your nose. You pull Razz’s dick out, lips stretching to suck out every last drop. You swallow it with a smile as Razz looks at you in astonishment, struggling to get his bearings.

Femboy succ wins again.

Razz’s mind is absent, but his cock is still hard and twitching. Ready for more. You lick your lips, relishing in his taste and quickly scooch on all fours. When Razz finally gets his bearings, he sees you shaking your ass in front of his crotch.

“You’ve still got some in the tank. Let me help you.” You pull your skirt down far enough to reveal your perfect asshole.

“Wait, won’t that get you—”

“It’s my butthole, silly!” You wave it in his face again, your hefty cock and balls hidden by a thin layer of cloth. “Everyone’s got one.”

“So it’s not your special place.” He almost sounds disappointed. A small part of him is, one that’s been repressed since forever.

“Yup. Remember, just practice.”

“Right.” Razz unconsciously stokes his cock as he guides it closer to your pucker. “Just practice…”

And forces himself inside you all at once. Your prostate has taken bigger beatings, but the pleasure is undeniable.

“Mmf~”

Except he just stands there. Dick inside you, he’s waiting for something. You turn your head to stare at the confused goblin and you mime thrusting with one hand. He opens his mouth in understanding and pulls his dick out all the way before shoving it in again.

“Try to keep yourself inside.” You say.

“Well, that’s what practice is for.” He nods and grabs your waist to get some leverage.

He’s slow and out of rhythm at first, but he quickly gets a hang of things. Very quickly. Every thrust glides past your prostate, sending another splurt of cum into your stockings. Soon enough, his delicious pickle is fucking your asshole vigorously and you’re moaning like a slutty bitch.

“Ahn~! Yes! Good!~” You bite your lip to stifle your shrieks of pleasure as the DESIRE builds.

His cock hammers against your prostate, forcing your cock to sputter more and more cum inside your thigh highs. You bite your lip when you feel the orgasm mounting, thrill building inside you. Your sphincter tightens and tightens, he’s going to—

Razz pulls out when he’s about to cum. Darn.

He was worried about something stupid. End result, he slams his dick between your buttcheeks and drenches your back in ejaculate. Lucky you, it helped hide the multiple loads you busted in your thigh highs. He apologizes profusely, but you just give him a kiss on the cheek and take the opportunity to switch shifts to go back to camp.

Maybe your conversation with Rizz will go well.

When you walk back to camp, you try sneaking around her. ‘Cause, y’know, it’d be a little awkward to walk back in, drenched in her brother’s cum. Except that she finds you, rustling in the bushes.

“What are you doing?” She stares at you, back and thighs drenched in two men’s semen.

“I—uh…had a plant spit on me?” You offer her a sheepish smile.

There’s a pause.

“Yeah, that tracks.” She nods. “Here, come by the fire and I’ll get it out of your top. And your hair.”

…that easy?

You walk back over to the fire and take off your shirt. She doesn’t even look at your chest when you pass it to her. As she tosses it over the log, you sneak a bit of Razz’s goo out of your hair and give it a lick.

Goblin cum is sweet.

Rizz comes over and undoes your ponytail.

“Hey!” You like it like that!

“Relax, I’m getting it out of your hair.”

Instead of a lewd moment, Rizz has committed to brushing her brother’s cum out of your hair. Well, you won’t complain. As long as you get your ponytail back. She brushes you tenderly, and it feels quite nice. When you look up to her, you notice her own haircut. Twin ponytails, perfect for grabbing and thrusting. Her gold bangles pop out.

Isn’t that a precious metal? The goblins didn’t look that well off for bangles that size.

“What’s the deal with that?”  You point to them.

“Oh, in my hair? Yeah…goblin marriage bangles.” She’s rueful, but not sad. She’s not fond of the marriage word. “It’s offered by the groom to his bride-to-be.”

“And your husband?”

“The raid happened on our wedding day.” She laughs. “Thank Celeste. I hated the prick. Not enough to like what happened to him though.”

She shudders. Dark feelings gather. Better change the subject.

“Why twintails, though?” You ask quickly.

“Tradition. In goblin, we know the haircut as slai van dels.” She shrugs. “Back when there were fewer females than males, it was the haircut of the matron of the community. Broodmothers, they were called.”

That has some interesting implications.

“Why don’t you give me one, then. We’ll match.” Your wide grin comforts her.

Her fingers brush against her scalp and she ties your long pink hair into a nice pair of poofy twintails. She’s surprised by how easily it is to shape your hair. Rizz even comments how silky it is. Must be all the semen showers.

Once she’s done, Rizz smiles proudly at her work.

“My turn!”

You hop up and grab her by the armpits to switch places with her. You drop her on your comfy thighs and nab her brush to start working on her hair. The longer you work, the more you have to concentrate on keeping your erection down.

She hums happily as you brush out the tangles in her hair. Your hands trail on her tense shoulders and she shifts on your legs, your thick cock briefly brushing across her thigh.

“You’re tense. After everything, it’d be surprising if you weren’t!” You put down her brush and massage her shoulders, her body softening under your touch. “Better?”

“Mffm~…Yeah.” She turns her head up to meet your gaze and smiles. “Thanks April. For everything.”

She shifts on your legs again and pauses when she feels something hard poke between her legs.

“Huh? What’s—kya!”

You interrupt her by bringing your fingers up to her big ears and rubbing them gently. She shudders and moans sensually. Looks like you found a weak spot! Goblins are more sensitive in their ears than even kobolds. She’s like putty in your hands, the DESIRE growing inside her threatening to burst at any moment.

“A-April, what’s–ah! What’s that between your legs?” Shoot, she’s still on that.

You lean real close to Rizz, your breath tickling her ears.

“A girl’s gotta have a few hidden weapons on her.” Her lips quiver as you keep massaging and you feel the pull to her mouth. You’ve got a bad case of goblin fever. “Say, you never got a chance to kiss your fiancé, right?”

“Yeah…It was supposed to be a magical moment.”

“How about a small one? Just between girls, y’know?”

Rizz’s blush covers her face, and she trembles. She shifts nervously on you. She’s so cuuuuute! Your cock throbs underneath her.

“Well…if it’s just between girls…” She puckers her lips and squeezes her eyes shut.

You meet her kiss, the storm of DESIRE finally breaking through as your tongues explore each other’s mouths. You break the kiss, but the horny little goblin pants with want and the two of you return to kiss each other. Her hand slips up your shirt to grope your chest and you return the favor, massaging her impressive bust.

Her pussy soaks through her panties and your briefs, drenching your cock in her sex juices. Finally, you separate and the two of you are left panting and hungry for more.

“Omigoshomigoshomigoooooosh~” Rizz rattles as she stares at the growing wet spot on her pants. “What is this? Wha—Did I—?”

“Shhhh…this is normal. Here.” You pull down her pants, exposing her soaked panties to the cool night air. She hides her face in shame, but your hand gently comes between her legs and teases her pussy.

“Gya~!” She jolts up. “What is this feeeeeeeliiiiiiing~!?”

She subconsciously grinds her panties on your cock, your fingers gliding up and down her pussy, briefly slowing down to flick at Rizz’s clit. Your cock throbs some more. It’d be fun to pull it out now and show her what a healthy piece of schmeat looks like.

But you promised some girl time.

“Hold on, lemme show you some advanced kissing.”

You pick up the blubbering mess and place her gently on the log. Just as she regains her bearings, you shove your face between her legs. Your tongue pushes through the sweet cunny as she rocks her head back in the cutest o-face you’ve seen.

Your tongue reaches past her lips to lap even further at her insides when Rizz’s hands grab your twintails and forces you deeper into her crotch. You muffle a happy slurp when her thick legs close around you and she bites her fingers to quench a scream of her first real orgasm.

Pussy juices spray onto your tongue and Rizz pants happily as you stare up at her, her fluids dripping from your face. You’d call that a suck-cess!

Early the next morning, Rizz and Razz sit on each end of the log, their backs to each other.

Schlick schlick schlick schlick….

“Will you stop that, Razz? It makes me feel weird.”

“I was here first. And what you’re doing makes me feel weirder.” Razz grunts as he jacks off while trying to avoid hearing her. “Can’t believe the first girl’s special place I saw was my sister’s.”

“Yeah, well…you had your turn!” Rizz huffs, masturbating openly. Clear fluids run down her open legs. “And your white goo makes a bigger mess!”

She’s right. The campfire has long been drenched by Razz’s cum. You’re leaning against a nearby tree, trying to figure out why these goblins are so much hornier than the other unspelled. There’s the generation DESIRE debt. And something to do with them being at the height of sexual maturity?

“At least I don’t get pruney fingers.” Razz grumbles.

“You two know you can’t masturbate out in the open, right?” You offer.

“We’ll stop when it’s time to go.” Rizz says. “I’m just wondering what we’ll do when we get to Hacksonville.”

It's tempting. It’d be so hot to share them. Sadly, this was also a part of Quinn’s lessons. At the beginning of their ‘awakening’ mortals are surprisingly malleable. It’s a lot of power to hold over them.

If they have each other-You can’t, it gets wonky with mortals. You blanked out at the part of the lesson because Thursday was sodomizing you, but you’re pretty sure the Hapsburgs did not have a happy ending.

“This clearly isn’t normal.” Razz adds. “I think we would know more if everyone felt like this after just practicing.”

“I am a good kisser.” You mention. Both focus on you and slightly increase the pace of their mutual masturbation.

“Buuuuut?” Rizz cocks her head. Uh-oh, she’s suppressing anger. “Please tell me this isn’t a weird brain disease.”

“Oh, no. Not at all.” The pair are relieved. “There’s just an ancient, continent-spanning spell that was made ages ago to combat vampires, goblins, and demons by robbing everyone of their DESIRE that somebody forgot to turn off when they won the war.”

““Wut.”” They stop masturbating.

“You can learn more in Hacksonville. There’ll be people there who can take care of your new, or rather old, needs.” You clap your hands. “Now get dressed, there’s still a walk before we get there.”

The rest of the trip is uneventful, aside from the touchy twins. They keep pinching your butt or giving you fuck-me eyes. Elder Nobble is the only one who notices something off about them, but he shrugs it off. Eventually, the electrified steel walls of Hacksonville come into view just beyond the trees. The north and south gates are the bigger ones, the main avenues of land trade. The west gate is much smaller, an exit for hunters and adventurers to go and hunt game or whatever it is mortals do in the wild.

Honestly, you’re a city demon. The spa, the theatre, close knit streets…you’re more comfortable there. This adventure was fun, but it’s nice to turn in for nice cotton sheets and your siblings’ hung cocks.

When you reach the west gate, you stay underneath the foliage and observe the entrance. There’s a pair of guards by a wrought iron gate. One of them is picking his nose. You try to go for them, except someone grabs your skirt. Razz looks up at you and shakes her head.

“I don’t think they’re going to let in all of us at once.”

“You’re hungry, injured refugees of a demon attack.” You respond sarcastically. “Of course they’ll let us in. Helping people like you is Prillia’s whole deal.”

“Uh…” Rizz and Razz look at each other. They’re doubtful.

“I’ll go talk to them.”

The guards barely react as you approach them. They just stare at you vacantly until you’re right in front of them.

“Me and my friends got attacked by a demon raiding party. We need to get the injured to a hospital and report the fall of Greenbrook—”

“Greenbrook is the greenskin’s village right?” The guard is still picking his nose. “I’m sure they’ll be fine. A few imps can’t do so much damage.” His revulsion at the mention of Greenbrook is palpable.

“It wasn’t a few imps.” You try to say, but the other guard interrupts you.

“Listen ma’am, Hacksonville can’t accommodate the population of Greenbrook. Tell them to set up camp and they can treat their injured there.”

You’re not getting anywhere with these guys. Screw it, you’re not staying here for long. You can get sloppy. You make sure they’re both looking at you in the eyes.

“I just gave you an inspiring speech about helping others and you’ve been moved to tears hearing about how few goblins survived the Greenbrook massacre. You’re going to let us through.”

You feel the pool of energy you collected from the goblins drain significantly. You’re not that good at hypnotism. The sobbing guards signal to open the gates, so it works anyways.

The goblins are surprised to come through the gate so easily. Elder Nobble almost gets on his knees to thank you and your ‘fellow Knights’ for your help. You stop him because you’ve gathered enough attention.

And if he gets any lower he might see under your skirt.

Nobble gets on the cart and a goblin more familiar with Hacksonville leads them to the hospital. The rest follow, but Rizz and Razz stay behind. They are incredibly horny…and sad. They don’t want to say goodbye.

You get on your knees and wrap them up in a big hug. You smirk as you feel Razz’s erection brush against your tit.

“You guys can find ‘help’ at Dick’s Diner. Tell them April sent you. If things get too dicey for the villagers, sneak in through the back and request asylum.”

The siblings have got tears in their eyes. They bite their lips to stop themselves from kissing you the way you taught them. They follow the villagers and give you a last forlorn look before they disappear behind a corner.

Mission accomplished. It’s only a matter of time before some of the goblins visit Haven. At that point, some will become citizens for sure. You’re wandering Hacksonville, wondering if Rizz and Razz will give you some cute younger siblings anytime soon, when you come across a crowd of people cheering around a stage.

It’s the tail end of a fight, two young warriors with spears narrowly avoiding each other’s thrusts. You stop to watch, leaning on the butt of your own spear. The human girl is hotheaded and vicious, her spear narrowly missing the dwarf dude without giving him much time to respond. It isn’t long before she sweeps his feet from under him and points the spearhead at his throat.

“The victory goes to Melissa Whiptooth!” An announcer yells.

Melissa roars louder the crowd and hefts her spear skyward.

“YES! Is there any doubt I am the greatest spear-wielder south of the Feldspar River?! Can any of you bear to challenge me?!” Her fierce eyes hover over the crowd, stopping on you. “Can no one give me a real challenge?! Can you?!”

She points her spear in your direction. You turn around.

There's nobody behind you.

You’re not supposed to get involved any more. You point to yourself and mouth ‘me?’.

“Yes, you! The girl with the stupid skirt and awful twintails!”

Oh.

This bitch is going down.