"Ok squirt but don't get too distracted we have a lot of distance to cover after all"
After collecting the remains of our spoils we decided to head towards the neighboring kingdom and trade in the scraps for some of civil gold.
Its been a few hours since then and you've grown noticeably exhausted. Turning your head over to check on your latest companion.
As you turn to face Sally you suddenly feel a swift kick to your thigh forcing you to the ground. Before you can even begin to question what possessed her to treat you so harshly as a wave of arrows are swiftly intercepted by your trusty buckler which has suspiciously found its way into Sally's hand.
"Ha, they've grown pissy since I decided to steal their prey... can't really blame them though" Her eyes seemed to shine a dangerous light but surely it was your imagination.
"If they want a dance partner I don't mind butt..." I have a bad feeling about this
"I've handled worse than this back home, Kobolds, Gobs, Imps, or drakes. If you haven't caught on I'm kind of a big shot so it'll cost ya"
And without skipping a beat Sally was already on them within seconds. The first 3 were dispatched before i had a chance to warn her about the 2 others sneaking in behind her. Watching their comrades brutally destroyed by those legs of hers must've really shook their morale. Sally wasn't so kind as to let that opportunity slip however. Building enough centrifugal force behind her next swing of hers to crack the 4th one's skull. All that remained of the raiding party was one rather shapely goblin. I almost felt bad for the little one, if they hadn't tried to kill me numerous times that is.
Wiping the blood from her Dancer's clothes she slowly sauntered before the last survivor of the troop.
I felt a familiar shiver return as she shot me one last side eye.
"Look what we have here, such a cute little one. You must've come from quite the looker to get assets like this."
"Put me down you alcoholic midget!"
"That wasn't very nice now my feelings are hurt. I'll have to bully you some manners."
At first i couldn't quite figure out until Sally picked up the goblin. Where's Sally was all Junk in Trunk this Goblin was an hourglass. Barely up to my chest in height, no shorter seeing as how she was currently being lifted after all. Her dress was more rags than cloth but it seemed to have gone through some rather extensive modifications throughout the years. The upper half which held back that monster of a chest which shouldn't be physically possible for her stature, practically bursting at the seems as they desperately fought to maintain some decency albeit failing judging by the slim tears alongside various sections leaving almost little to the imagination yet enough to the point of you questioning as to whether or not that was truly an ordinary cloth holding back what looked like a never ending sea of dreams. No no. She's a captive and will kill you in a heartbeat let's not get carried away.
This was the only way for you to tear your eyes away from the treasury which left that other place as a distant memory almost feeling some gratitude to your former captives rather than the original distaste.
As your gaze fell downwards you realize with shock that maybe Sally wouldnt be the nicest ass you've seen today.
Unlike her upper half this seemed rather well maintained. No tears or anything of the sort... which was shocking considering how those fucking things can remain contained within those damn near paper thin fabrics. How does one even begin to describe the sheer awe that you were left in. I suppose one would start with a rather large pint. A nice cool ale that is often the saving grace of this cruel reality. Now of course we could've ended that there with a slight tingle in your body with cheeks a rosy. But your buddies just happen to show up and soon one became 4 and shortly four to twenty 26. Those were the only lines that i were allowed to use in comparison to the hills before me. Even with arms outstretched i probably couldn't so much pull them apart even with all my strength. All of this held in by fucking tights! And she was facing me!!!
As my eyes became glued upon these very minor tidings of good fortune Sally's eyes lit up dangerously again with a different shine to them then before.
"Ah what a pain, I've grown so tired after wasting all that energy" her left hand slowly crept alongside the inner fabrics of her captives dress while her right snaked its way to feel for new passionate lips.
A moan trickled out of the goblins mouth which she was desperately attempting to fight off the foreign attack to no avail in a rather losing battle.
"So young man what do you say we make use of this little one after all the winner is the king."
Her smile lights up in a near devilish light. The Goblin hearing this panics and begins to thrash violently only to be gripped tighter less politely in response.
You hesitate... what does this make you, are you willing to go through with this.
Seeing the hesitation in your eyes Sally's shrink to slits in response
"What a shame and she had such a dynamite body too. We we were going to have such fun together. Pity."
She loosens the grip on her captive only to launch her directly above her. Laying down on her chest Sally begins to make a bit of an L shape facing you with legs pointed to the sky.
The scream of terror was quickly silenced by that very ass that saved yours earlier. You see the poor goblins head trapped in a rather perplexing scissorhold. And so Sally begins to flex her dedicated legs to their limit in accommodation for their newest plaything.
"What now Mr hero, should i dispose of this minion as i'm paid to do..." she squeezes slightly and you can visibly see the goblins eyes begin to cry in both pain and pleading.
Sam hesitates... "I..
P.S.N. Miss ya CoE, sad these stories never went anywhere but ill throw a couple chapters here and there just settle a few things. Keep up the good work but please for the love of god less hair more peaches from one degenerate to the other thanks
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