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Fantasy RP A Highborn's Little Distractions (Lord Sesshoumaru)

As sge started to lower herself upon her lordship, she fekt his chest rise cabs fall slightly, a gentle breath easing through him as sge slipped around him. His hands ran uo to ger slowly, grasping in her hips absent-mindedly to squeeze hee tight. His hips shifted slightly, the spear driving upwards into her slightly a moment as she stoked the entranced, resting elf.
 
The well built and muscular yet athletically thin little green ball of busy, lust now fully impaled. A goofy and enjoyable shit eating grin across her face. Allowing this goblin to qiggle herself while fully impaled. Giving her master a new kind of pleasure while he was in his me tal state of meditation. As this would be a bit more ubexpected, it was not entirely unwelcome.
 
As she wiggled upon her new sat, feeling her body already acclimated to its invaders size. Her feeling enveloped around him, his hands moved her slowly, dragging her up slowly for a moment then suddenly drove the Goblin down. She thudded into his lap heavily, getting bounced on his cock like she was a special total for pleasure while he was still out of his true waking focus
 
Enjoying this sensation, now at the goblin's own pace, little did any know or understand how the goblin race could evolve and change. However this odd ability would be something which Ailmon would become well acquainted with all to soon. As this would end up being a unique goblin out of the group, more then that, as it rode her elven lord, a small emblem like a cross of the elder world tree, and a succubus mark formed on her belly, right above her clit, and below her belly. an odd symbol, but one which would also form upon Ailmon, over the center of his ring finger on his right hand. as his mind and spirit were else where, this tiny goblin was becoming more taken, and marked with out knowing or understanding what it had begun to do to the two of them.
 
As the sigil was slowly formed in the Goblin, she was subject to her Rlf lords pace steadily increasing, bouncing her upon his cock fastervand faster, rutting inti the tiny pocket. Aimin lifted a hand up grabbing the Goblins tit, bouncing and smacking it , enjoying himself steadily more abd more.
 
Panting, as her tongue soon rolled out of the goblin's mouth, dangling from her maw, as she was soon leaning back. panting heavily as her eyes began to cross. mumbling of how good master was, in a broken up, almost comical tone. the one which struggled the most to avoid being filled, was now the one riding him when the elf had not been in a position to be used originally. however the fact remained. now she was being claimed due to her own doing. his body giving the tiny vixen what she wanted, as her belly would seem to become shaped like his cock, being an ideal cock sleeve for her elven lord. however the others still slept off the assault from earlier. as this heroic warrior had snapped and become the ideal lustful lord these tiny terrors needed. yet the fact remained, once he hit his release with in her, the tiny devil would pass out on him once more.
 
As the Goblin tumbled deeper into the abyss of their new master, her mind and body being shaped into only more of a fiend for the Elf that had claimed her and her family in merely a single evening. As she blacked out on him, her overstuffed belly feeling a fresh influx of elf seed shoving its way into her insides, pushing out the cool old seed with the fresh hot stuffing. Ailmon would wake from his trance, coming to his senses as he looked down at the slumped over Goblin affixed to his pole. "Oh no- Not again-" he mumbled as he feltvthe high ebbing out og his system. He wiped some sweat from his brow as he started to try to pry the Goblin off of his member. "I can't have another Dwarven brothel incident." He though aloud as he glanced around, his mind catching up to reality at all the fucked Goblins. "Oh. I already did." He muttered as he hus eyes scanned iver the bloated bellies then noticed that 2 if these Goblins were definitely not like the others. "Oh gods, it worse its like that Gnome bar"
 
As the Elf began to remove this oddly well built tiny vixen. something painful would suddenly be felt. as if her toes were acting like talons. the little nails digging into his legs, as her hand grasped him as well. her eyes showing no life, as her body had suddenly reacted, once it began to get removed. revealing that this little one would not allow her master to remove her so easily, at least until she came to completely. as if her body wanted to remain like this, as to ensure the fresh seed could not escape, as the Elf's member was deep in her, even as he began to remove it. the process would not be that hard to remove this hungering body by force, or he could just relent, and let it remain their, until the tight inner coils loosened up, along with the death grip of this goblins, hands and feet on his now slightly bleeding thighs, due to the sudden grasp.
 
Ailmon winced as he felt the Goblins toes flex. Her nails biting into his thighs. He looked down to her feet, seeing her clinging to him for dear life even in her unconscious state. He wriggled her a bit, trying to pry the clutching Goblin off of him. As the scratches dragged along him, drawing some blood no doubt , he began to lift her the rest of the way off of him.
 
Finally freeing himself with some impressive scratches and bruises. The most noticeable thing was the vaginally muscles of this tiny terror. As it had squeezed him so tightly, leaving the elfs cock red throbbing, and very sore from how tightly ger inner coils hugged his spear. This would give the elf a sensation of hiw ideal this specific little cock sleeve had been for him even when ailmon was not conscious or alert due to his meditation.
 
As Ailmon managed to pop the Goblin off of his cock finally eith a lewd 'Shlorp' He gasped to himself. He had no idea how good Goblin pussy felt after all. He saw his cum slowly starting to drool out of her beaten slit. "Is this how all Goblins feel?" He wondered as he set her down, starting to get up abd gran onti his armor slowly. The question made him shudder with temptation. He'd struggle to ever slay a fine looking Goblin again. If anything the only spear a Goblin would face down would be his lustful flesh and He'd run in through them until they surrendered ti him.
 
Now having freed himself of her tight imprisoning depths. Ailmons discovery was something no elf with pride or proper level of self respect would.ever think of. As taking a goblin was one of the most shameful acts yet now he knew the dark pleasure hidden In the tiny green devil's flesh for himself. They were notorious for being a swarm of horny death, as well as how no matter the breed. Their children were always goblins, or half breeds we took from the goblin half more the. Any other partner.


As he got himself dressed, and re-equipping his armor, ailmon would be able to notice the treasure from.the den now all gone. All that remained was his specific gear and the goblins. More then that thw beast he had slain was also missing. Leaving a blood stain where it once was.
 
He looked around the cave, pushing the thought away swiftly as he could, he noticed the riches of the Drake where missing. He drew up his spear, striding out. Seeing that even the beast itself was missing. He frowned in thought as he looked at the stain in the grass. Had someone stolen the corpse? Perhaps. But the Gold? Had they simply left him and the Goblins, figuring them to be too unconscious to bare witness. He drew up his fingers whistling to draw in the attention if his steed to command it to come to him.
 
Whistling for his steed, ailmon would find the beast of burden not showing up at all. As it was, the elf would discover his loyal steed would be missing as well. However if he went to find his loyal steed, signs of struggles could be seen. Meaning some one had taken his bestial companion, unaware of how stubborn such a beast would be.

As this went on, one could say he had been so distracted, thus such an action was allowed to befall the noble looking elf. As such he would ether need to try and track his horse down or head to the nearest village.
 
He hummed as he waited...but finding his steed hadn't returned, Ailmon would set himself to start tracking his steed. Sicily was his traveling companion far too long ti simply abandon him or vice versa. If he hadn't returned, something surely was wrong. The Elf walked to the edge of their resting spot, seeing the scuffle and struggle. He scowled coolly, his eyes picking out the signs and looking about for a direction ti track the horse thief. The drake was not important, it's death was sealed and completed at least.
 
Now on the hunt for the potential horse thief, Ailmon would be occupied. as the trail led on, in the distance a small puff of black smoke could be seen. as it was some kind of camp, however as he silently followed the trail. which was steadily leafing the elf warrior tours a camp of what would most likely be some kind of bandits or worse. however he would soon find a small green body following him, and doing a horrible job of hiding her self. as the pointy ears stuck out of the bushes, or from behind the trees. the naked little muscle bound rogue goblin could prove useful, however he could also ignore it for now, and keep on his own task. as the camp would lead to a sight of his noble steed, bound, and injured. the hind leg would have some blood trickling down it.
 
Ailmon's fixed focus, his hunt fir his traveling partner led him to ignoring the Goblin as she would follow after her lord. The trail to the camp and to what seemed to be bandits made him scowl again with disdain. He flicked his spear forwards, striding to the camp ground, his senses opening up to the dangers that would be before him.
 
Moving silently, and carefully into the camp, armed with his trusty weapon, Ailmon would soon over hear several men talking to one another. as they seemed to argue about turning this damaged horse over to the local noble for a prize, or to sell it. another saying they had other goods for selling, as they needed to keep in the good graces of the noble which would allow them to keep up their unhindered business. as he snuck into the camp, their would be several women, bound, gagged, and stripped. some younger, some older. the ones younger marked with a crest branded on their breast, for pleasure slaves to be sold, the older marked as servant slaves to be trained, and traded. those who were not valuable would be killed. however in the camp of mostly men, two females could be spotted, one trying to treat the injured horse, another cooking food for the camp. the camp mothers?
 
Ailmon gripped his spear as he listened to the bandits, seeing their little camp and their 'wares'. He had come for his companion, but clearly he had much more to do. He considered the direct approach, to face down each of their number, but he knew better than to duel bandits. Very few were one to honor such a thing. The Elf snuck through the camp, trying to count their number as he saw the two women in the midst of camp chores. Where they Servants or forced slaves? The Elf narrowed his eyes as he would try to sneak closer to one.
 
Quietly, and carefully Ailmon would inch ever closer to the two maidens working in the camp. as one of them had a collar, the other a brand. showing they were both slaves, the one with the collar being a born slave, while the older one which had the brand was obviously the mother of the two. however the fact remained, if he could remove the collar, then the younger slave could avoid this fate, for once one was branded, the best they could do was find a proper master or business to protect, and care for them. However for now, he had his own mission, as such the two would soon become an issue, as well as a chance for info. as he could try to deal with them both, or get one of the two when they parted from one another.
 
As thevwomen started to part ways, Ailmon watched, the second one of them came by he would sweep from the shadows snd whisk her out of sit, covering her mouth with one hand, putting the human woman up against the tree. He held her there, keeping her muffled by hand. "Don't scream, or I will put you to sleep." He said
 
Nodding, as she looked wild, and terrified all at the same time. as Ailmon had the young lady silenced, and pinned, away from view. However as she began to breath slower, she would seem to be calming down, only to suddenly begin to panic even more. as she started to struggle and make muffled complaints. however little did Ailmon know, at least right away, she was freaking out due to the odd sight of the well built, green vixen coming out from her hiding place, brandishing a sharpened rock, as she looked on at the elf, and this woman he had pin. obviously thinking this taller human woman was trying to seduce her elf lord, not fully understanding what was going on, but small enough that Ailmon could deal with easily if the need was their.
 
Ailmon saw the woman starting to calm, then her rising panic, considering knocking her unconscious but followed her gaze to the nude Goblin that was slinking in. He shook his head as he saw the stone. He gestured with his off hand for her to drop it.
 
as he said this, the small goblin with the sharp rock would seem to stop mid step. looking on with a confused look, before she would move tours the direction his hand waved. not understanding the gesture was not to move and hide over their, but to get rid of the little weapon. more then that, this would cause the little rogue green vixen to absent mindedly begin to move into sight of the other woman, as it would put her right into view of the other older slave which was folding clothes in the distance.
 
Ailmon huffed a sigh as sge seemed to change her path, but then spotted the human woman. He shifted up, waving his spear again, not wanting her to blow is cover. "Here-" he mouthed as he gestured the lost Goblin towards him instead.
 
as he made this order, it was a few moments to late, as the sound of screaming could be heard, However if Ailmon looked he would find he lucked out. for the girl was screaming not cause of his little goblin, but due to two juvenile Ogres, and a few swamp fiends ( hybrid of croc, and wolf with patches of matted fur ) would be moving tours the camp. as she screamed several of the bandits would group together arming up. as the leader took hold of two younger slaves, and tossed them tours the invading foes. allowing the swamp fiends to get distracted, to eat the innocent slaves. allowing his men to attack the younger ogres, while their war beasts were distracted.
 
As the Goblin came towards them, the screaming and sudden on set of danger, Ailmon leapt up to his feet. "Which of these bandits has the keys to the bonds?" He said to the human beside him. "I will see you all freed."
 
Nodding silently, the older woman began to panic and move quickly looking for the daughter which was the one Ailmon had in his possession at the moment. however as this happened. The elf would spot his rogue little Goblin, as her tiny, yet thick form was quick to silence the mother, dragging her tours where Ailmon and the daughter were. growling in a rare goblin tongue.

"Silence, master will need to work quickly. "
it would be unexpected, but the rogue's words would seem to be understandable to Ailmon's ears, but the same time it was obvious this was the nonsensical language the goblin's used with each other. meaning he would need to teach them to properly speak in due time. for now their were more dangerous matters, then figuring out why he could understand this odd tongue.
 
Ailmon yet again pushed the thought aside, not enough time to worry about such oddities yet. Frankly, given that he emptied his balls into 6 of them, his mind was razor sharp and free of distractions. His eyes fell on the women. "I need to know which of the bandits are the keeper of the keys." He said as he started to step out , looking among them, scanning the conflict. But already moving out as the Beasts seem to hound the slaves, he would come forward, throwing out his spear first to try to put it into the throat of one of the monsters.
 
Managing to get his spear lodged in one of the beasts. it would rush off yipping in pain. as the second one managed to grasp a younger boy, snapping onto his leg, as it dragged him away from the slaves. which could do nothing due to the slave collars, and curse marks. unless ordered to, all they could do was stay their and suffer until death.

all the while, the sound of the bandit leader giving an order soon echoed control. as it forced the slaves to move against their will. taking up sticks, to attack the beasts, thus if this man could order them all, it meant he had the key some where on his body.
 
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