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Authors: Aishling Morgan

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‘There, was that so bad?' Cianna asked as Babalyn finally rolled off her.

‘No,' Babalyn admitted. ‘Not so bad.'

Cianna laughed and hugged Babalyn to herself, kissing her. The kiss was returned, their mouths opening together in a long, sticky exchange, sharing the sperm in Cianna's mouth. When they broke apart a long streamer of it remained between their lips, which snapped at their giggling response. Again they came together, Babalyn's hands now going to Cianna's breasts, Cianna's to Babalyn's bottom, their passion rising once more, to be abruptly cut off by a distant sound that set the hairs prickling on the back of her neck.

Cianna stopped, listening. The sound came again, more clearly, the bark of a dog. Babalyn threw her a worried glance and they jumped to their feet. The Red Ape also rose, looking to the south and east. Another bark sounded, closer, and from a different direction, immediately down slope from them. The ape sniffed the wind, growled and loped quickly off towards the trees, climbing into a huge sequacia.

With no more than a shared glance, the girls began to move off to the west. Alternately running and walking, they made there way along the fringe of the trees, only to reach the lip of a deep valley. It ran clean across their path, a wide belt of farmland cutting through the jungle and up into the hills. Far below, people could be seen working in the fields. With no choice, they turned yet further inland, pushing through the long grass of the highlands, half-crouched and feeling dreadfully exposed. Reaching a stunted thorn tree, Cianna risked looking back. Grass stretched away, down to the fringe of trees, empty, until a sudden movement caught her eye, near the sequacia the ape had climbed. There were men, five, and a dog. They ignored the tree the ape had climbed, dispelling that last hope that they might be hunters.

‘They have our scent,' she said, to which Babalyn responded with a little whimpering noise.

They ran on, higher still, ducked low. Twin urges warred in Cianna's head, to run in blind panic and to turn and fight. Barking sounded behind her and she looked back quickly, to see the dark shape of the dog coming at them at a run.

‘Run for the tors,' she urged.

‘What use?' Babalyn panted. ‘Let's not anger them further. Let's give in.'

‘There are goblins up there,' Cianna answered. ‘Don't you smell them?'

‘Yes,' Babalyn answered. ‘I can't…'

‘You can,' Cianna said, grabbing Babalyn's hand. ‘Come on.'

Once more they ran, now upright. The tors loomed above them, grey against blue sky. Again Cianna risked a backward glance. The dog was coming, streaking through the grass towards them, far faster than they could run, its great black back rising and falling as it bounded through the grass. In despair, she turned, clutching the axe and waving Babalyn to run on. Babalyn hesitated a moment, then went, leaving Cianna to hiss a prayer through grated teeth as she braced herself.

The dog came closer, racing across an open space, and Cianna recognised Glaucum. Suddenly the axe felt heavy in her hands. Hesitant, she forced herself to keep her grip on the shaft. He bounded up, leapt, and she found she could not strike, going down under his weight, his huge tongue licking her face, his nose pressing to her neck, her breasts, his cock pushing on her belly, to her vagina, and up her.

‘No, not now,' Cianna gasped, as he began to fuck. ‘No biscuits. No biscuits, Glaucum.'

Immediately he stopped, his cock pulling from her hole, allowing her to roll clear. He sat as she quickly stood up, his great tongue lolling from his mouth, his eyes huge and pleading.

‘Biscuits soon,' she said, holding out a folded hand. ‘Biscuits.'

She ran, and he followed, bounding beside her and jumping for her hand, which she held up, away from his mouth. Ahead, Babalyn was close to the rock, then at it, Cianna joining her, to collapse panting against the rough grey stone. The men were still far below them, but coming on at a run, yelling orders to the dog.

Cianna began to search, looking for the goblin burrow with the scent strong in her nose and her tuppenny growing rapidly moist. Almost immediately she found it. A narrow slit opened under one of the rocks, with footprints in the mud at its mouth, small and strangely shaped, with abnormally long toes. The reek of goblin was strong, make Cianna weak at the knees and filling her with the urge to lift her bottom into a position for mating. Glaucum growled at the scent, pawing the ground and pointing at the burrow with his nose.

Babalyn looked down the slope, with fear in her eyes, her lower lip trembling. The men were spreading out, into a crescent, and unlimbering equipment from their backs, bows, nets and spears. The leader was yelling at Glaucum, his voice angry, pre-emptive. The dog whined, sniffing at Babalyn's sex. Babalyn ducked down, squeezing herself into the goblin burrow. With a final prayer to her mother, Cianna followed.

Immediately the scent became overwhelming, far too strong to resist. She could hear herself whimpering as she squirmed her way down into the dank earth, her need for sex rising to push everything else aside. The darkness meant nothing, nor the closeness of the passage, nor the thought of the men outside, but only the urgent, overwhelming need to have her tuppenny filled with fat, rigid penis.

Scrabbling at the earth, she pulled herself lower, all light gone, her body filthy with soil. Rough stone bruised her arm, but she took no notice, nor when the passage flattened to a pool of thick mud, leaving her filthier than ever. She sat up, her body swaying drunkenly, lurching into Babalyn as she too fell into the pool. Immediately they clung together, kissing and licking at each other bodies, tearing at the fastenings to their clothes. Babalyn's huge breasts spilt free. Cianna clamped her mouth to a nipple, sucking, as a noise came to her ears, a faint, staccato chittering.

It grew louder, the goblin musk rising until she was conscious of nothing but the urgent need of her body, a last flicker of rationality winking out as long fingers closed on her hips. Her bottom came up, instinctively, to meet the goblin as it mounted her. Something fat and round nudged her sex and slid up, its cock. Other hands closed in her hair, over her breasts, on her buttocks, her legs, her waist. She collapsed, beneath a pile of writhing creatures, their cocks prodding for the openings to her body. Her mouth was filled, gaping wide around two bulbous penis heads that had been jammed in simultaneously. Hands took her breasts, squeezing them around a thick shaft, to jiggle them against it. A finger invaded her bottom, deep up her rectum, to wriggle around in the hot, slimy flesh. Her hair was taken, and used to masturbate with. Both her armpits were used, fat cock tips prodding at the shallow, sweaty cavities.

She resented nothing, not even when the first of them came inside her and was replaced by two others, one forcing her anal ring with its companion's sperm as a lubricant. She merely pushed her bottom back as her rectum filled with cock, and a moment later another had got below her, finding her vagina. With every hole full and penes rubbing on every part of her body, she was went limp, allowing herself to be shaken, slapped, groped and pulled in every direction, aware only of her desperate desire for yet more attention.

More started to come, in her mouth, a great gout of hot sperm delivered deep in her throat, choking her, making her gag, and bursting from her nose and out around her lips. An instant later, a full, slimy load was delivered into one of her armpits, another into her hair and face, splashing in her eyes. The one between her breasts came, smearing them with thick sticky come, another immediately replacing it in the wet slide of her cleavage.

Her own first orgasm came when a second goblin tried to invade her sex, on top of its comrade, probing for her hole. It failed, sliding the head of its cock over and over in the wet mush of her tuppenny, full against her clitoris. She came immediately, her body bucking on their cocks, the tightening of her anus in orgasm triggering the one up her bottom to fill her bowels with sperm.

With her climax done, she became lost in a forest of cocks, poking into every orifice, and a sea of sperm, coating her body, filling her mouth, her vagina, her rectum. She came again, over and over, every time her clitoris was prodded, but without volition, her body jerking and shivering, used, without the need for her to do more than keep her bottom stuck out. Time and again her vagina was filled, her anus too, more often than not at the same time. Her mouth was used repeatedly, often by cocks that had been in her other holes. Not an inch of her was spared, the groove of her spine, the soles of her feet, even the backs of her knees used to rut in, and all of it in an ecstatic haze, taking her far beyond conscious thought.

Even when it began to subside her proper awareness did not return. Most had come, many twice. The weaker individuals and late comers where taking advantage of the sloppy holes into her body, letting her slump down, thighs spread behind her. When the two that had been fucking her from underneath finally crawled out, she collapsed into the mud. One was still in her mouth, holding her head up by the hair to make her suck. Another was up her bottom, seated upright on the firm globe, its cock jammed to the hilt in her anus, buggering her with urgent, sudden pushes.

The one in her mouth came, and her face was dropped into the mud, only for her head to come up again, mouth open in the hope of being filled once more. It didn't happen, and when the cock in her rectum jerked to empty a final load into her body it was over. Even as the erection was pulled from her anus she was collapsing into the pool of mud and sperm beneath her, utterly exhausted.

She had been come in, and over, uncountable times. Her vagina was a gaping hole, running sperm and juice, her rectum packed with it, bubbling out as her anus struggled to close in a series of wet farts. Her mouth was full, her face plastered, with a thick coating in her hair, a slimy beard of it hanging from her chin and a thick tendril suspended from the tip of her nose. Her breasts were also covered, her cleavage slimy, the plump globes squashed out in the filthy mixture of mud and come which coated the passage floor.

Half-conscious, still dizzy with musk, she gave no resistance as long, spatulate finger took her by her arms, her legs, her hair. She was dragged, through the slime and filth, along narrow tunnels, down shafts, through open chambers, all in total darkness. Occasionally a goblin would mount her, up on her bottom, fucking or buggering her depending which hole it chanced to find. Each time she stuck up her bottom, eager for more, her body sensing nothing but pleasure.

At last she was dumped, face down on wet earth. There was a final flurry of use, one goblin fucking her, another in her mouth, and she was left. Crawling to the edge of the chamber, she set her back to a slope of earth and grass roots, cocked up her legs to spread her sex and began to masturbate. She came, twice, before warm flesh pressed beside her. Her arm went out, between Babalyn's plump thighs and down, to a tuppenny as swollen and sperm sodden as her own, finding the big clitoris even as the favour was returned, to masturbate each other to repeated ecstasy, and finally to oblivion.

Cianna awoke from lewd dreams to an urgent need for sex. Dimly, in the back of her mind, she was aware that she was down a goblin burrow, creating a lingering spark of fear insignificant beside her need. Her head was on someone's leg, a human leg, and with barely a thought she moved to press her face into the V at the top. She found a plump, moist sex, female, which she began to lick, evoking a moan of pleasure.

Moving higher, she twisted her body, straddling the girl's face. A tongue found her clitoris immediately, lapping at the little bud. She did the same, only vaguely aware that her partner's sex was less opulent than Babalyn's, the lips not so plump, the clitoris smaller. It made no difference. Wrapped together, they brought each other to orgasm. As Cianna came, she sensed an increase in the strength of the musk. Hands took her by the bottom, a cock pushed between her thighs and up, the balls dangling into the mouth of the girl who'd been licking her. She was fucked, briefly, pre-emptorially, the cock stuffed in, pumped, faster, and jerking inside her to fill her hole with sperm, which the girl beneath her lapped up from her sex and the goblin's balls.

The goblin took her body, rolling her off her partner. Something pressed to her lips, a skin bag. She tasted water, cool and fresh, and drank, swallowing down gulp after gulp until, until the bag was pulled away. Propping herself up on the wall, she lay in her dizzy, musk induced haze, idly toying with her tuppenny and breasts as she wondered when she was next going to get a fucking. Around her she heard others drink, of interest only in that there would be other girls, to lick and to lick her when she wasn't full of fat green penis.

Time passed, a haze of half-waking urgency, of touching, of being licked, of licking at other girls' bodies, of being mounted, of cocks in her vagina, her mouth, up her bottom. When she needed to pee she simply let go, enjoying the feel of the wet stream gushing out of her sex and running down her thighs to the soil beneath. Water was given, and food, more often than not in the form of a helping of goblin sperm down her throat. The chittering noise of the goblin's became something welcome, something to signal a new round of fucking, greeted with no fear or regret, but only lust.

Again and again it happened, the same routine of cocks and tuppennies, or water and sperm, until the sound of excited chittering was not immediately followed by her being mounted, but by angry, panicked noises. A new noise penetrated her mind, a scrapping. Light hit her eyes, blinding after the long darkness. Goblins screamed, full of rage and fear, dragging at her legs, dropping her as new, brighter light burst in on her. Voices reached her, male, full of excitement and revulsion. A surge of cool, fresh air caught her face.

Her mind began to clear, slowly. Earth walls became apparent, thick with grass roots, her chamber, and a passage, through the roof of which light broke, far off. A goblin screamed in rage and she glimpsed a green head, vanishing down a shaft in the passage. Voices sounded again, and a spade head appeared in the hole, knocking down earth.

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