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Essia trudged through the field the churned up mud soaking wetly through her finely made wyvern hide boots. Was there ever a less elven word than trudged she wondered. She was a noblewoman of the river elf clan. One such as she was not supposed to trudge. A high borne elf lady should be a picture of grace yet her exhausted progress across the field could only be described as trudging.

In truth she still moved with an elegant precision most humans would envy but she no longer avoided every puddle, her grey leggings were stained with mud and her progress was slow.

Her task was also Ill suited to one of a noble house: retrieving her arrows from the filthy aftermath of the battle. Had she been closer to the elvish lands she would have had a servant retrieve her arrows or simply left them confidant they would be replaced.

As it was Essia was a lone elf amid the army of men, a long way from her lands and with no way to replenish her supply of the enchanted elf made arrows. Sighing she plucked the bright white shafts from her fallen targets and cleaned them with a woolen cloth before replacing the shafts in the blue leather quiver that rode high on her slender back.

The battle was over. The winter Lord’s horde of orcs and beasts finally defeated but the cost had been high. Essia’s senses stung with the foul odours of battle even though she had become inured to the stench of humans after travelling so long with the army.

But she smelt something else too. The heavy intrusive musk of goblins. Despite her tiredness and the ache of her fatigued body she felt her loins wet in response to the aphrodisiac odour. A common and humiliating response to the scent produced by the diminutive green beastlings. It affected humans and elves alike but Essia knew she was especially sensitive to the musk’s affects. No doubt months without companionship had sharpened her response even further.

Humiliating though her bodies reaction was it did give her advance warning of the goblins presence. Goblins had accompanied the winter Lord’s horde, the small loathsome creatures could be viciously feral but they were no real threat to a trained warrior. Essia drew her two long hunting knives of silvery steel. The edges glimmered like razors despite heavy use. Essia wished she was as fresh herself. She had no desire to fight any more this day.

Her human allies were at camp celebrating their victory. She was alone in the field. She saw the goblins ahead. A group of perhaps ten of the small green beasts. They were eating toadstools and arguing half heartedly over a selection of blades and armour looted from the battlefield. The goblins were long armed short legged creatures barely reaching to Essia’s waist. Where her skin was milky pale there’s was a bright vibrant green. There ears were flared like a bats while hers were delicately tapered. The goblins wide mouths were filled with small sharp teeth. Their eyes were a dull red set deep in bony sockets. The creatures were hairless another contrast with Essia whose silky colourless locks were bound with a grey leather thong.

The monstrous appearance of the goblins was at odds with the affect of their musk. Everyone knew the potency of goblin musk. What it could do to a woman of certain proclivities. Essia had slept alone for months on the trail. She felt the slick wet heat between her slim thighs, the near painful tightness at her upthrusting teats beneath her mud spattered sky blue tunic. The silk of her undershirt agitated the stiff tips if her nipples. Despite her tiredness she knew she would have no choice but to lay with her own hands alone in her tent that night before she could sleep.

The goblins eyes were sharp in the smoky twilight and they spied the approaching elf warrior. They raised there own weapons, crude cudgels and looted human blades. Even at such numbers Essia knew the wiry goblins were no real threat to her but she hesitated in her attack. She was sick to her soul of violence. Surely there must be some other way to resolve this unfortunate encounter?

Her aching pleasure denied body told her that there was undignified though it might be. Perhaps her fatigue clouded her judgement. Perhaps so long away from her own people and so long without the ecstasies of the flesh had affected her. Whatever the reason she found herself sheathing her blades and walking confidantly amidst the goblins as she unlaced her bodice.

The goblins wore rags and scraps of pilfered clothing but Essia could not help but notice that the rumours of the goblins impressive endowments was true. They were hung like a pegasus despite their size. She licked dry lips as she pulled her tunic free of her belt.

“Who here wishes to lay with an elf noble?” She asked brazenly as she undressed. A pile of blue and grey leather and silk grew on the ground as she exposed her slim willowy form. For once she was glad to be so far from the elvish lands so none of her kin would witness her behaviour.

The goblins hesitated clearly shocked by her approach. Essia reached between her own thighs, two fingers delved between the slick folds of her sex then she held her wet hand out for the goblins to inspect.

“This is what your foul musk has done to me. I expect you to make good on this promise. All of you.”

Her lilting voice cracked with arousal as she spoke.

The goblins sniffed her fingers chittering excitedly in their own language. The bravest of them reached out to push it’s gnarled green claw against the smooth mound of Essias sex. It’s hand moved back from Essias wet folds to the tighter opening between her pert buttocks. She shivered but nodded.

“However you want me goblin.” She whispered dropping smoothly to her hands and knees. She felt a hot rough goblin tongue lick wetly up her delicate pink labia and across the fleshy hood of her clit. The sensation made her squirm warmly. Two of the goblins crawled under her their mouths latched over the small hard points of her nipples. Goblin hands ran across her body with tickling caresses of surprising delicacy. Feathery touches up and down her smooth limbs. Then a hot muscular tongue pushing up the sensitive flesh over her clitoris and lapping at the exposed nubbing. The stench of goblin musk was overwhelming. She felt feverish.

One of the creatures straddled her narrow back rubbing it’s thick cock in the upper valley of her buttocks. She felt the hot wetness of it’s discharge dripping down between her taut cheeks lubricating her tight hole as another goblin eased it’s curved shaft into her narrow elf ass. Three goblins beneath her sucked and licked at her nipples and clit jerking on each other’s cocks as they did. The goblin using her ass lifted itself up gripping her buttocks so two of it’s fellows could simultaneously thrust their slick members into the wet pulsing slit of her cunt.

The double penetration made Essia cry out. She immediately found two more of the green creatures presenting their oozing veiny cocks to her mouth. She suprised herself by enjoying the taste even when she found herself gulping down the yellowish goblin discharge.

Reaching out blindly her hands were guided to rigid sweaty cocks of stiff green flesh. She squeezed and pulled making the goblins spray her with there hot seed so it dripped messily from her smooth elvish skin and matted her colourless hair.

The goblins moved around her as if each wanted to take it’s turn in her mouth, her cunt, her ass, between her breasts, rutting against the pale curve of her back or offering their rampant cocks to her supple hands to be milked onto her dripping body as others slid their shafts into the curves of her armpits or the backs of her knees.

At times her pale elvish body was scarcely visible beneath the mass of green goblin flesh. Her cries of pleasure, often garbled by goblin cock, rang across the field.

She had no idea how many orgasms they had drawn from her. How many times she had arched and spasmed in ecstasy. Nor did she know how many times each of the creatures had spurted it’s thick oily load in or on her slim body.

All she knew was that she awoke in the field drenched in ichorous goblin cum and with their mess filling her gullet and dripping down her legs. The goblins slept peacefully around her finally sated. She herself ached with an intimate exhaustion but felt a sense of satisfaction she had never experienced with her own kind.

Quietly she gathered up her clothes and walked unsteadily back to her camp.

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