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Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE: Bridget's exile

Indeed the imp was tricky, using magic to confuse the inexperienced human into thinking there were two. But the goblin quickly cleared it up, revealing one of them to be an illusion. Of course, both were speaking, so it didn't help identify which one to hit. The thing she knew about fighting multiple targets was to always keep them all in view and limit the angles they can attack from. By keeping one behind the other, it would be hard for them to attack in unison. So when they moved to flank her, she too moved, strafing around the one on the right. Bridget was more mobile thanks to her longer legs and speedy frame. Plus she wasn't tired from the chase.

But to even things out, she pulled out that potion she'd gotten from the first goblin. Sure, it was a lust potion, but with a sufficient cloud, she could hit them both, eliminating the need to figure out which was real first. Once she had them both in range, she chucked the potion like the goblin had done with hers, creating a big pink puffcloud of the lust potion to attack the "pair."
 
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Bridget
Imp​
Level 0
Level 2​
Health: 45/45
Health: 37/37​
Lust: 23/45
Lust: 18/29​
Stamina: 25/45
Stamina: 5/37​

Bridget’s movement did keep both of the imps in view, but the pair seemed ready for this and simply made no real attempt to approach, not giving away what was for now their only advantage. Apparently waiting for the human girl to make a mistake was the tactic here.

At the production of the vial the creature seemed to show no real fear, but as Bridget raised the glass overhead to smash it, a cry from behind from the goblin sounded urgent “No!” Too late. The bottle hit the floor, and the whole world seemed to explode into pink vapour, dousing the imps, Bridget, and the goblin as the air filled with a sweet cloying smell, so thick that it was enough to make all three of them cough… all three, not four. As this happened, the energy seemed to drawn out of Bridget a little, as if to function to potion needed to borrow strength. (-20 stamina)

The imp on the left seemed to ‘forget’ that she needed to cough for a moment, before doing so violently after a few seconds as if to make up for being too late. The damage was done however, as the real imp was so distracted she had not been paying enough attention to her magic to keep up the illusion very well. Seeing that the ruse was broken, it cursed, and allowed the fake imp to fade away, though the blue ball of flame remained.

The effects of the potion slammed into everyone present like a hammer, the huge dosage that they had received at such a close range being all but overwhelming. (+18 lust for the Imp and Bridget) Even the goblin who had been standing a fair distance away had suddenly developed a very tell-tale bulge in the front of her loincloth. The effect of the potion was still lingering like a heat in both Bridget and her foe, the effect would only build.

The imp seemed to realise that fighting was not going to work now, both would succumb to the potion’s effects before winning that way. Instead she pinched her exposed nipple, the even darker skin already stiff, knowing that the action would draw the human’s gaze and set her mind racing due to the pink haze that seemed to be cloying her very thoughts. “Just give up and lets fuck that little slut together… we both need it more than ever now”. (+5 lust)
 
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Bad idea. Definitely a bad idea. The smoke billowed out larger than she thought it would, enveloping them all in the lusty haze. And it immediately had her head swimming in lust. What had she gotten herself into? And now the imp was starting to toy with herself, playing with her exposed breasts and lewdly allowing the growing bulge to be seen. So vulgar. But the one imp did disappear, leaving only the real one. Unfortunately, with how strong to dosage was, fighting wasn't a good option. If it kept dodging and bouncing around, they both would be overwhelmed by lust. The only option seemed to be to control the damage, so to speak.

"But wouldn't you like it better..." She panted softly, hands running down the front of her shirt, unbuttoning the few that were clasped and exposing skin and the bra underneath to the two. "If you laid back... Closed your eyes..." She lifted the silk bra just enough for the cups to slip off her breasts and expose them. "And let us do all the work for you? You certainly seem to have plenty for us both." If Bridget could just get the imp to submit rather than to take. If she could just take control...
 
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Watching the human’s display wasn’t really a choice for the imp, its own mind was still being fogged up by the blast of pink vapours and the little aggressive creature couldn’t but be transfixed as Bridget partially undressed herself. At her words the creature was clearly tempted (+7 lust), but knew better than to simply lay back and let the girl do what she wanted – since that could just as easily be a boot to the face followed by unconsciousness.

The potion was not finished with the imp however, or with Bridget for that matter, and further stoked the hot coals of their desire. (+9 lust for the imp, +9 lust for Bridget). While the human was able to resist of she chose to, her opponent was not so lucky. So horny and aroused that it could think of nothing else, the imp sank to the floor and sat right in the middle of the path, yanking off its stole loincloth to reveal a soaking wet pussy, tossing the clothing aside. Out of one of the pouches spilled what looked like a bundle of food that would last perhaps one meal, right now the creature was far too distracted to notice if someone just decided to take it as compensation for their trouble here…

Now naked, the creature sucked on the ring and middle finger of its left hand, which she then promptly sank deep into her soaking wet sex with a clearly audible squish of soft, damp flesh. It moaned softly at even that, then started to draw out and slide those fingers into itself over and over again. If Bridget wanted to leave now then it was in no position to chase her, but the effects of the potion hadn’t worn out yet, she could always demand that the imp, or even ask the no doubt grateful goblin, to help her deal with that.
 
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Would every fight end with Bridget wanting to fingerbang herself? Her head swimming in lust, Bridget tried her best to shake it off. Walking over to the goblin, she held out a hand to help the little green being to her feet. They had to escape while the imp was too busy fingering herself. And while stealing the food tempted her, she had to remember that she had to get going while she still could. "Here's our chance. Let's get out of here." She panted softly, feeling the heat cursing through her. Even with her shirt still open and breasts exposed, the cool breeze drifting over her pale body, she felt like she was on fire.

"Come on." She grabbed the goblin's hand and retreated out of sight into the copse of woods Bridget now called home. At least home enough for now. That way the imp wouldn't be able to follow them, and the two would be safe. At least, that was the foggily hatched plan that came to her. Definitely yes, she was going to see Jada tonight. She needed it so badly right now. Bridget would lead the two right to her camp before letting go of her hand. "Are you... Okay?" She asked, panting from the jaunt away from the assailant.
 
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The goblin didn't need telling twice, and though she frowned a little at having her hand held taken as she was pulled to her feet, it did seem that her exhaustion stopped her from actually voicing a complaint. Seeing the little green creature try to run with what could only be described as a 'serious erection' was quite comical to tell the truth, but soon enough the two of them were away from the situation and back at camp. The imp would have been too distracted with her own ministrations to even consider seeing which direction they went in, let along actually giving chase.

"I'm fine" the goblin panted, cheeks flushed and still tenting up her loincloth quite prodigiously. "the imp tried to grab me when I was getting water... nearly caught me too". Glancing around the camp that she found herself in the goblin seemed to remember to finally add "Thanks", as Bridget's previous meeting with a little green creature like this one would have taught her that their manners left something to be desired.

Holding out a green hand to shake she introduced herself "I'm Aminia, daughter to the shaman of the Uzal tribe". Well, of all the people to rescue, it seemed that Bridget had gone and hauled someone important out of trouble... that might be useful.
 
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As they got to camp, Bridget found herself flopping down to sit on the ground while she caught her breath. She tried not to look directly at the embarrassment that was the goblin's loincloth. Well, embarrassment may not have been the right word for it, considering the size. But the goblin was able to keep Bridget distracted with words. "You're welcome..." Bridget hadn't been entirely altruistic in her saving the goblin. Being from the seedier part of the city, she was aware of what happened to women who got dragged off by aggressive and horny people. The sounds were not pleasant.

She reached out to take the hand, shaking in return. Granted, she had no idea what a shaman was, but it sounded important. "Bridget." It was a little curt, but she had no title to throw out or anything. "So uh... Shaman? Is that like a... Mayor or something?" She asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "Oh, and... Sorry about the potion..."
 
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The goblin considered over the word Mayor for a moment, starting by nodding but then shaking her head to give a thoroughly useless non-answer. "It sort of is and sort of isn't" she tried to explain "the shaman is always chosen depending on who is wisest in the tribe, and so her suggestions and requests are treated with respect and often followed, she doesn't truly give commands like a mayor, we can refuse to obey if we disagree, though don't very often do that".

Continuing she explained further "Mostly a shaman gives advice in exchange for offerings or services, but if one of us commits a crime she also decides on the punishment". At the interruption from Bridget about the potion she smirked and added " She is also responsible for making those, and if you are truly sorry, you could always help take care of it". The last part came with a grin, and was mostly teasing rather than a serious request. Turning her down wouldn't offend the goblin, but there was a glimmer in her eyes that suggested that she'd be quite happy if the offer was taken up.
 
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"So more like a priest then?" She asked, curious about it all. After all, the villages had been close enough to normal. But the goblins were an entirely different thing all together. Though a priest didn't require payment. But then again, there were donations at churches. Surprisingly hard to swipe donations too. The religious were very tight about their money. The deciding on punishment wasn't really priestly though. Except for maybe judging people's sins. It was definitely different.

But the goblin had other plans, asking for a little help with something. Something quite obvious. Alder had said they were sex-obsessed. Though with the potion's effect, it'd be crazy to blame the goblin for thinking about doing it. Apparently the shaman made those potions. Getting in good with the Shaman's daughter seemed like a good idea. Sure, she'd saved Aminia already, but another favor under her belt wouldn't be a bad idea from someone in a position of power. But that thought made a blush creep onto her cheeks. "I'm um... Not used to doing these things... W-Where should I start?" She asked, biting her lip nervously. She needed this too, after all.
 
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The goblin shook her head vehemently at the mention of a priest, disagreeing quite openly. “No, Goblins do not have gods. They abandoned this world, so we abandoned them. Others call it the breaking, but we know better, the gods fled the world to escape the demons, cowards, all of them”.

That part of the conversation was probably finished for now though, and the goblin’s attention quickly focused on the willing woman in front of her. “Virgin, huh? I like those” she grinned, reaching down to unfasten her loincloth and let it slip to the floor. Her cock stood out from her body probably eight and a half inches, and it was quick thick besides. Compared to the size of the rest of her it was quite disproportionate, by human standards anyway. The head was slightly coated in clear pre-cum, and of course, like the rest of her body, the shaft was a green colour.

“Where should you start, huh? Well, my guess is either laying on your back with your legs spread if you want this inside your pussy” she paused then, remembering the height difference “and actually you’ll be laying down if you want it in your mouth too”.
 
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She blushed as the goblin gave her a tease for being a virgin. It definitely wasn't a common thing around these parts. But the loincloth soon disappeared, dropped to the ground as the goblin showed off her unusual attachment. Women did not have those where she came from. It looked like a big root or something. And unlike a carrot, it was thick and didn't taper evenly. Told to lay down either way, she nodded and gulped nervously as she did so, laying on her back. "I-Is this good?" She asked, not at all sure of herself. Was it a good idea to let this goblin enjoy her body?

"W-Wait? You put that in people's mouths?" She asked, a little shocked, but also curious. Definitely a virgin, if she didn't know about blowjobs. Sure, she'd heard of sucking dick before, but always as an insult. Bridget had always assumed it was like a metaphor. For being stupid and doing things wrong.
 
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This time Aminia went further than simply grinning, she actually laughed at the girl’s remarkable level of naivety, once again showing why goblins were not known for their manners and diplomacy. “I guess I should teach you” the goblin announced, not at all sounding unhappy about having to be the one to give the lesson. She nodded at the position the girl had gotten herself into, then quickly but carefully got herself into place as well.

She decided to straddle Bridget’s shoulders, her rear just slightly pressing into the human’s chest. It also ended up giving the virgin a better view of the goblin’s anatomy in the process. She had no balls, at least not external ones, and underneath her rather impressive prick was an equally green pussy, which was as wet as her shaft was hard. Taking her member at the base, the goblin guided the head so that was it above the thief’s lips and lightly tapped the head against them, smearing a little pre-cum in the process.

“Start by licking it, or taking the top into your mouth and sucking” she suggested, but gave no further instructions, wanting to leave the finer details up to the person who was to perform the task.
 
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Bridget blushed as the goblin laughed at her and then sat on her chest, resting herself on Bridget's small pillows. At the instruction, Bridget nodded slowly, opening her lips slightly, pink tongue sliding out to gently tap against the head. Immediately it recoiled a bit, and her face twisted some. "It's... Salty..." She licked her lips, trying to get used to it, before letting her tongue slide back towards the underside of the bulbous head, finding the act really awkward. But she then opened her mouth further, taking the head into her mouth slightly and suckling on it, feeling the soft sponginess of the head on her lips. Her tongue still lapped at it as she suckled, and it seemed the taste wasn't going to be phasing her any more.

She backed off, opening her mouth, the head polished in a shiny coat of saliva. "A-Am I doing it right?" she asked, as she closed her lips around it again, resuming her gentle, timid, suckling.
 
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The goblin did seem to manage some small measure of patience, but as Bridget’s tongue recoiled and pulled away she let out a little sigh. “You’ll get used to it, keep going” she instructed, before letting the girl get back to her task. This time Bridget managed to draw a few soft moans out of the goblin as her shaft was lavished with attention, then a deeper groan as the head was taken into the thief’s mouth and sucked as had been suggested.

When the human stopped Aminia nodded impatiently and urged “Yes, that’s good, but don’t stop all the time” before pressing her cock back into Bridget’s mouth and letting her suckle for just a little while longer. “You’re ready for more” the goblin decided, pointedly making it an observation and not a question. With that she rocked her hips forwards, slowly sliding more of her thick member between the thief’s lips, until at five inches deep she stopped. In her estimation that was being kind, not giving the girl her entire length at once, but there was no real pause, Aminia drew back so that only the tip was insde Bridget’s mouth and slid the length back inside again several times.
 
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"C-calm down, it's my first t-mmph!" Bridget protested when the goblin told her to not stop in the middle of sucking, only to be hastily stifled by the soft green head getting plunged back into her mouth. She went back to suckling, a soft vibration from her lips while she'd been trying to finish her sentence. When the goblin declared her ready, Bridget's eyes widened in surprise, as the goblin shifted herself forward, cramming inches of shaft into the unsuspecting girl's mouth. Five inches may have been nothing for most, but it was as much as Bridget's mouth could hold as the head pressed against the back of her throat. It made her gag a bit, her mouth contracting against the shaft, and saliva welling up to make her mouth extra wet. The thrusting came with soft squelching and gurgles from the inexperienced girl as cock filled her mouth over and over again, threatening to go all the way in.
 
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With as much fun as she was having, and indeed the half-hearted protests did amuse and spur the goblin woman on, she was coming dangerously close to reaching her climax due to how excited the potion and now the prospect of a virgin had gotten her. Looking down at the gagging and drooling girl she decided not to thrust in the rest of the way, since after all she was quite fond of her cock, and would prefer it without the teeth marks of an inexperienced lover. Waiting and taking the girl’s actual virginity was out of the question though, and so while the green-skinned creature pushed no deeper than before, her pace did pick up a little.

“Does the shy little virgin want her first taste of cum” Aminia asked with a moan, then suggested with a laugh “or maybe you’d rather wear it on your face. Either way, decide now, it’s coming” With that she drew her cock free and started to quickly stroke it with one hand, the shaft throbbing and promising what she’d just mentioned.
 
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The thrusting wouldn't stop, and Bridget found herself closing her eyes. Having green skin constant bouncing back and forth toward her face made her a little nervous about getting a face full of hips. Aimina's teasing didn't fall on deaf ears, but Bridget wasn't able to react too much from her position. At least not until the goblin pulled out of her mouth and started stroking herself vigorously, a thin strand of saliva still connecting them lip to cock. Unfortunately, she was left panting for breath, and didn't know what was in store for her. So she simply closed her eyes, cringing a little as the goblin got ready to climax. Her mouth wasn't fully open, but there was definitely a target to aim for. Of the goblin could just miss and enjoy painting the girl's face. Or both.
 
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Given the lack of answer, the goblin decided that the choice was being completely left to her. That meant that she needn’t bother finishing with her hand, so once again she pressed her cock against the gap between Briget’s lips and pressed inside. Her strokes were very shallow now, only the thick head and very little else sliding around inside the thief’s mouth, but she’d also picked up to an almost frantic pace that was accompanied by moans of building pleasure. After perhaps only ten seconds more, Aminia hit her climax and with a loud cry of pleasure and a throbbing of her cock, she spurted out several thick ropes of hot cum into the thief’s mouth.

Not that Bridget would really know to compare, but the volume of it was perhaps two or three times what a human would have managed to shoot out, and the taste while still a little salty, wasn’t quite as strong. With a deeply satisfied sigh, after about ten seconds of squirming and moaning in pleasure, the goblin pulled free her cock, which still had a pearly white droplet on the tip. “Missed a spot” she teased, then giggled happily. “So, fun fact… goblin semen actually stains your tongue blue… but don’t worry, it only lasts about five hours or so”.
 
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Poor Bridget didn't get much chance to breathe, as the goblin stuffed her mouth again, plugging it with the mushroom head and jackhammering her poor mouth. It didn't last long, but the rough thrusting was suddenly accompanied by the squirting of thick, gooey, and salty liquid. The inexperienced girl found herself coughing as it pooled up in her mouth and restricted her breathing, gushing out between her lips and the goblin's cock. When the cock was pulled free, Bridget coughed one more time, letting a thick glob roll down her chin, and letting Aimina see the blue tongue she soon told the thief about.

When Aimina teased her for missing a spot, she nodded and leaned forward, bright blue tongue extending out to flick against the bead of white, cleaning the head of the last of the sticky white stuff. She panted and laid back against the ground with a flop, trying to catch her breath. This meant she had to swallow what was in her mouth, which she did with a gulp like she was eating something undesirable. Truth be told, the taste wasn't all that bad, but it left her oddly thristy. She found herself grabbing her waterskin and chugging a good portion of it and letting out a sigh of relief, even as her chest heaved from all her deep breathing.
 
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Aimina laughed in delighted amusement as the tip of her cock was so eagerly licked clean, and she made no sign of wanting to move away from Bridget for a good while, at least not until the thief started to move around under her. Only then did the little green creature vacate her seat and start to pull her loincloth back into place. The bulge in the front lasted only a few short moments more before subsiding as she lost her hardness. Despite having dressed she showed no real sign of leaving, casually looking around the camp as Bridget got herself a drink and dealt with her mouthful of cum.

The goblin headed over to the little pot and curiosity made her lift the lid, her nose wrinkling a little at what she saw inside. "That all you got?" She reached in and pulled out the grape-like fruits and popped one into her mouth, chewing and swallowing before spitting out the seed over her shoulder away from camp. The fruit that had fallen off the tree she left in the pot, but when she saw the berries Aimina chuckled and announced "You don't want to eat these, these are Goja berries, one of the main ingredients in that lust potion you just dosed us with".
 
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Gasping somewhat as she finished chugging water, she laid on her back and just caught her breath. Not having been able to breathe for a while had tinted the experience for her. But all the worse was that she didn't get off. It was all the goblin's pleasure. But before she could protest, Aimina was rifling through her pot and looking at the berries. The grapes seemed rather fine, considering how she was able to eat one without hesitation. But the berries? Apparently not a good idea. They were harvested not for nutrition, but for 'medicinal' effects.

"That's good to know, thank you. I'd certainly hate to worsen the effect. I don't know much about the flora in the area. Not too used to this whole surviving out on my own thing." Slowly, she stuck out her tongue, looking down at it, seeing the bright blue color that it now shared. It was certainly a weird place she'd found herself stuck in.
 
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A little snort of laughter escaped the goblin as Bridget stuck out her tongue and once again confirmed that it was indeed a fairly vibrant shade of blue. Aimina responded by sticking out her own in turn which was also the same shade. “It’s different for us goblins, we get pregnant by swallowing cum, rather than getting it in other ways like you other species, so we don’t have hymens. Instead the first time we have cum in our mouths our tongues turn blue, and they stay that way forever”. She quickly reminded “but yours won’t stay that way for too long”.

The comment the thief made about not being able to forage for herself very well was met with a wry nod as the goblin considered for a moment. “Yeah, I’d hate to see one of the few decent people out here find an early grave by eating something poisonous, so tell you what, since you did me a favour by not letting that imp catch me, I’ll have some of my sister’s drop by every day and fill that little pot of yours with things safe to eat”. With a grin she added as an afterthought “Maybe I’ll even stop by myself once in a while”.
 
"That's... Odd..." She blushed a little as she was told how goblins reproduced. "I mean... Different odd, not... Weird." Okay, so it was a little weird too. After all, in a way, Aimina had just tried to make Bridget pregnant. Not that it worked that way with humans, and the green woman clearly knew that. "But thank you. Your kindness is..." She tried to find the right words. She wasn't used to nice. "Appreciated. A lot. Who knows what would happen to me out here if I didn't have you, or the villagers, helping me out."

Now that she had shelter, water, and food taken care of, she was finding herself in a relatively good place survival-wise. Probably better than she'd had in the city. In a way, she was tempted to just say 'fuck those guys' and just fully adapt to the odd land of monstrous beings with extra-large sex drives. After all, it was either wake up with the taste of city filth in her mouth... Or wake up with a salty taste in her mouth. At least she could grow to tolerate the latter.
 
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