[GOBLIN'S GLORY] Interlewd 2 A Tumble In The Hay (Chapter 47.1)

Murkuk was curled on the floor in front of the warm fire in the Rusty Blade Inn common room. He was disturbed by sounds of panic coming from outside. Stretching with a yawn, he climbed to his feet and then sauntered outside. People fled down the main street, carrying their valuables bundled in their arms.

He heard raised voices coming from the stables behind the inn. Curious, he crept to the corner and peeked around. It was the stablehand Darby, trying to saddle a white mare while fending off a group of aggravated townsfolk. He finished fastening the last buckle and climbed into the saddle.

“Get the fuck out of my way. You all saw that fucking monster come out of the ground, saddle your own horses. I’m out of here before it rears its ugly head again,” Darby said, digging his heels into the mare’s flanks.

The white horse unexpectedly reared, throwing him from the saddle. He landed with a heavy thud, his head bouncing off the dirt. The horse fled into the street with the townsfolk chasing after it. Darby sat up groggily rubbing the back of his head.

A solitary Gnome remained from the crowd, staring down at him in appraisal. Flea offered him a hand to help him to his feet. Darby hesitated before accepting the aid. Flea hauled him to his feet the moment they clasped forearms.

“Rough day too, eh loverboy?” Flea asked.

“You could say that. That was the last horse, there’s only that old mule left. I’d rather die than be caught riding that thing,” Darby complained.

“Well, I guess that means there’s only one thing left for us to do. I know you don’t want to die a virgin. How about we make sure that doesn’t happen?” Flea suggestively asked, pressing in close to Darby and grabbing the outside of his crotch.

“I, I’m not a virgin,” Darby stammered, pulling away while deeply blushing.

He tripped over his own feet into a pile of hay as he retreated. Flea had a victorious smile as she climbed atop him, unbuttoning his shirt.

“No, of course you aren’t. I must have been mistaken. Show me how it’s done, loverboy. I am in need of a man’s touch. Will you help?” Flea playfully asked, tearing open his shirt to expose his muscular chest from a lifetime of labour.

Without waiting for a reply, Flea passionately pressed her lips against his. She struggled out of her filthy miner’s uniform, revealing perky breasts. Murkuk attempted to peer closer, accidentally knocking over a broom next to where he was watching. The sound caused Flea to giggle and bury Darby’s face between her breasts to keep him quiet. She glanced around before pulling a superficial amount of hay to cover them.

Laying down beside Darby, she pried open his trousers to unleash his raging manhood. She inspected it in her hand while slowly stroking his shaft.

“Why are you here, Flea? I thought you were at the mines?” Darby asked.

“Shh, no questions,” Flea replied, placing his rock-hard cock to her eager lips.

He gasped in surprise, his body tensing as he gripped the back of her head with both hands. Her moist tongue danced over his phallus, slowly sliding the shaft deeper inside her mouth. She took it all the way down her throat while gently massaging his balls in one hand.

Murkuk’s ears twitched in response to the subtle gagging sounds her throat made in synch with the motions of her head. Darby’s face was contorted in bliss, arching his hips into her. She gripped the back of his thighs, briefly pulling him deeper before pushing him away. A trail of thick saliva connected from his shaft to her chin.

She lay back on the hay and reached over to grip his cock, dragging him over by it to hover above her soaking peach. She rubbed the head of his cock against the outside before sliding it in. Darby’s instincts took over as he thrust hard inside her, eliciting a satisfying moan from Flea.

The wet sound of flesh on flesh echoed out from the hay pile as Darby pounded Flea into oblivion. In between moaning, she reached up to feel his muscular shoulders and arms propped above her. Her hands contorted into claws, scratching his back. He groaned in response, thrusting harder. Flea’s face twisted into a sneer as she used his arms as leverage to slam her hips heavily against him. Their breathing became erratic until Darby went limp atop her, penetrating deep inside her as his hips twitched. Pumping her full of his seed.

He rolled off with a heavy sigh of satisfaction. She lay there staring up in disappointment as his semen leaked from between her thighs.

“Sigh, I should have expected that a virgin wouldn’t be able to get me off. I was so close. Get dressed, loverboy. That wurm could turn up anywhere,” Flea said, sitting up and pulling her hay-strewn shirt over her head.

She stood up in just a shirt, throwing his pants at him. She seductively leaned forward, her ass presented to Murkuk’s hidden vantage point as she gracefully slid her pants on over her shapely legs. He gulped, plastering his back to the wall after she glanced in his direction.

He heard a snort of amusement and went to peek around the corner once more but was intercepted by someone grabbing his ear. Flea hauled him into the stableyard in front of a gobsmacked Darby. Murkuk hissed in outrage, baring his fangs. Flea hastily let go while stepping away.

“No need to be so testy. Since you enjoyed the show, I think it’s time you did something for me. I’m going to be borrowing your mule. Your two friends won’t be coming back, so get your other companions and we’ll all go together,” Flea said.

“Chieftain… fighting… alive,” Murkuk responded, shaking his head and pointing toward the mine.

Flea followed where he pointed and gasped at what she saw. The wurm erupted from the ground roaring at the sky. The sound became a horrifying keening as an intricate latticework of blue light spread to cover its armour. A moment later, an immense sonic pulse burst outward in every direction. Buildings at the edge of Burrowton closest to the blast couldn’t withstand the impact and collapsed into rubble.

The pulse expanded until it reached them, knocking them off their feet and blowing away the pile of hay. A wave of dust rushed behind it, obscuring the wurm from view.