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The taste of honey sweetened milk lingered on Amata’s tongue as the warmth of sausage pancakes rested within her stomach and helped stave off the morning chill. Amata takes in a deep breath of that crisp morning air, her bare feet striding through wet grass towards the stables. She had to get the horse ready and get it started on ploughing the field, yet as she approached and heard those muffled noises of equine distress mixed with the annoying chittering she scowled and stepped with quiet intent.
The window was broken open, old wood rotted away enough for it to get pushed open without much noise, and Amata slipped in the same way, eyes peering through the dim light of dawn barely reaching the inside of the stable. Yet she could see well enough, as long as she focused. Aside from the window being open, the stable was as she left it, shovel right where she left it as well as she grabbed it.
The proud stallion was squirming about as two goblins keep its muzzle wrapped up with the bridle as the third mounts the stallion. Little green hands grabbed onto the stallion’s lower back and tail, feet planting to the stallion's thighs as the monster’s hips clapped against the beast’s backside and it barely restrained its enjoyment. The stallion did its best to fight back, hips bucking back to try and slam the goblin to the back of the stable, only for the other two to wrestle it forward.
Then the quiet of the stable was interrupted by the loud clang of the metal head of the shovel thwacking upside the head of one of the goblins in the front, sending them slamming into the other before the shovel came back down with another resounding smack. The last goblin finally noticed something was wrong, but it was too late as they were suddenly slammed into the wall by the stallion, wood cracking and splintering from the stallion’s full weight and force behind the blow.
Amata takes a moment to grab the rope and tie up the goblins before finally turning her attention to the stallion. “Asto! Poor boy.” She says with worry in her voice, noting the stallion's wobbly legs. “Those nasty little creatures! I’ll be sure to give you a proper bath, get all that ick out of you, okay?” She says as Asto, the stallion, groans and nuzzles his face against her. Amata pets Asto’s cheek as she coos affectionately. “Don’t worry, you just rest today.” She then turns to the goblins and a sinister smile curls on her face.
Angeline made her way towards the field to see how work was coming along. But as she approached and didn’t see Asto hauling the plough she raised her brow. “What in the…” She gawks at the goblins, tied up in rope, noting the ropes from the creatures throats and groins connecting to the plough behind them as the trio march along dragging it through the dirt.
“Hey mama~” Amata says, waving at Angeline, her mother, while holding a whip in hand. “Caught some critters in the barn harassing Asto and decided to put ‘em to work while Asto recovers.” She says, cracking the whip and causing the goblins to twitch and pick their pace back up. “Might take a bit longer, they aren’t as good as Asto.”
“How did they get into the stable?” Angeline asks with a look of worry that slowly melts to relief as she sees her daughter is unharmed. She still gives the goblins a wary glance as she approaches Amata.
“Wood rot around the window hinges.” Amata replied matter of factly. “Them city folk! Takin’ their sweet time gettin’ here to deal with this spire!” She grumbles, glaring at the goblins. “I got half-a mind to take the shovel and go deal with it myself!”
“And it’s that kinda thinkin’ that gets people hurt, deary.” Angeline says with a stern motherly tone, her hands on her hips as she stares down at Amata. “These lil critters leak out of them spires like rats from a ship. Us normal folk can sometimes handle them, but only a Magi can shut down a spire for sure, a normal folk just ends up overwhelmed by the bigger and badder beasties inside.” She says with that motherly authoritative tone to her voice.
“Yes mama.” Amata replies with that defeated child tone of voice. “But I’ll be sleepin’ in the stable tonight to keep watch over Asto.” She then looks at the goblins. “And keep an eye on these critters, until pa can take ‘em to town tomorrow.” She says before cracking her whip right above the goblin’s heads, causing them to jolt in surprise.
Angeline gives a nod of her head. “That sounds fine.” She says with the last remains of her stern tone before reaching out and ruffling Amata’s hair. “It’s alright to be frustrated. Just remember what me and your pa taught ya, don’t go tryin’ to ride a horse before you learned how to run.”
Amata nods her head. “And don’t try headbuttin’ a bull, I ‘member mama.” She says with a gentle smile. “I don’t want you and pa to worry, I ain’t gonna go runnin’ off like an idjit. But any more of them critters show up, I’m thwackin’ them something fierce with the shovel.” She says, giving another crack of the whip.
Angeline smiles warmly and leans down to smooch Amata’s forehead. “That’s our girl, glad to know we raised a smart one. Now just hafta hope your siblings turn out as good as you.”
“Well they should.” Amata says with a slight scoff. “They got you, pa, and me raisin’ ‘em!” She says with pride.
Angeline chuckles and nods. “Too true deary, too true~” She says with a smile. “But I'll leave you to your work hun.”
Amata nods her head and goes about the rest of the day working the goblins like mules to haul the plough through dirt. Shooing away her siblings, Alex and Alice, from nosing around said goblins. And finally ending the day with a little more than half of the field done. “Yeah, I’ll be happy to be rid of your lot tomorrow. Not worth keepin’.” She mutters with annoyance as she ties up the goblins in the stable. “That damn Magi better show up here quick-like. I don’t wanna hafta herd a buncha ya critters around the farm!” She says with a harsh tone as her gaze lingers on the sweat soaked green skinned critters with their necks and wrists tied firmly to the makeshift pillories and the tension of the day stirred in her crotch while the goblins squirmed in their restraints causing their bare green rumps to give springy bounces from their movements.
“Well shoot, if y’all are still energetic.” Amata says with a sinister smile curling on her face as she gives the middle goblin’s rump a sudden squeeze. Green flesh ballooning between her clenching fingers as the creature chitters and stammers. Amata’s thumbs dig between those cheeks, grinding over that winking and taught pucker before sliding down to that plump perineum muscle. “I’ll have to wrestle that last bit of energy out of ya, won’t I? Can’t have y’all tryin’ to escape while I’m sleepin’.” She says was her hand firmly grips the goblin’s nuts while her thumb digs into that sweat slicked pucker of the creatures and stirs around the clenching and nibbling hungry hole.
Amata releases the goblin’s balls to loosen her overalls, letting them fall down her own sweat damp and muscular body. Her cock swinging free from the confines of her clothing, pulsating to life and spewing out ropes of warm pre-net over the goblin’s backside. With her thumb in that tight hole she tugs it open more, her other hand gripping the root of her cock as she smacks it against those asscheeks, making them ripple with each smack of her hard cock against their ass.
The goblin simply squeaks and chitters with each smack against its backside while chewing on the wooden bridle stuffed into its mouth. Its own cock twitches and spews its pre onto the ground with each vigorous throb through its cock from that finger nudging against its prostate. The goblin then shivered as that slab of cock stops smacking their ass, the faint heat of those strikes throbbed before that heat found its way between the creature’s cheeks.
The other two goblins squirmed against their restraints, ropes tightening around their legs and waists as the middle goblin squeaks out, ropes of its seed erupting out in front of it, along with ropes of spittle from its bridle stuffed maw. As the squeaks of the goblin quiet down, the carnally moist sound of Amata’s cock stretching the goblins guts fills the air. She then leans forward, grasping the pillory and yanking on it so its pressed to the goblin’s throat.
Amata then glances at the other two. “I wonder if y’all can even really understand the irony of this situation, ya know? I catch y’all fuckin my horse. Then I work all of y’all like a horse all day. And now…” Her hips pull back, that moist squelch ringing in the air. “I fuck you like you were with my boy Asto!” Her hips then plunge into the goblin with a meaty plap against that perky grin backside. “Y’all tried to steal a horse, y’all got worked like one. Y’all tried to fuck a horse…” She rears back and slams back into the goblin.
Another squeal and ropes of the goblin’s spunk erupt out in front of it as the other two watch, squirming. Amata quickly noticed they weren’t squirming out of fear so much as arousal. They weren’t cumming nearly as hard as the one clenching on her cock like it was its last meal, but she noticed the pools of viscous pearlescent spunk around the other two goblins eagerly throbbing shafts.
“Now, y’all might not understand this now. But, I know about you green bean fuckers. You’re smart, you learn. And I’m gonna learn ya something tonight.” Amata says while nudging the bound goblin forward, positioning herself and the goblin where the other two have a clear view. Moonlight coming through the window illuminated the strings of clear pre-nut connecting Amata’s crotch with her goblin fucktoy’s backside as her hips pull back.
The other two goblins huff into their own bridles now, squirming about. It was then Amata noticed them humping the sloppy puddles of their own spunk they’ve made. “Y’all don’t really care do ya? So long as you get yours hmm?” Amata asks while pulling completely from that goblin, hearing it start to whine as she walks over to one of the others and slap her cock to it’s face.
The moment that pulsating pillar of cock slapped the goblins face it shivered. Then the smell flooded its nose, and the creature’s nuts tensed in response to that virile scent filling its nose and aggressive churning in the human’s balls. The goblin huffed, hips bucking as it shivered and ropes of its spunk splurt out in front of it, splattering between Amata’s feet. “I think I’m beginnin’ to understand why I hear about Magi startin’ out with goblins.” She says while dragging her pre and sweaty slime coated cock along the creature’s face. “Y’all are kinda cute when you’re pathetic.” She says before pulling away from the goblin.
Amata mounts the first goblin again, sheathing herself back inside with a grunt from herself and a squeak from the goblin. “I won’t let y’all distract me with them noises or faces. Just need to wrestle every last bit of energy out of y’all.” She says, yanking on the pillory, making it squeeze to the goblin’s throat as her hips hammer into its backside, coaxing out grunts and squeaks with each meaty plap of her hips against the creatures.
When the goblin finally went still, Amata relaxed the grip. The creature was still alive, by the simple fact it didn’t vanish into sparkles. She had killed plenty enough of these things before to know that. As long as the spire was up there would be more of these beasties to deal with, might as well get some use out of em. With one down, Amata pulled herself from it with a moist shlick sound, her shaft springing free and swinging up to smack against her abs as she lets out a sigh.
“Now, ya friend here did a number on me. I ain’t too proud to admit that he nearly got me to bust with how hungry his little hole was just-a-gnawing on my bone. And, I also ain’t too proud to admit that I’m on a bit of a hair trigger.” Amata says while turning to the two goblins, gripping the root of her cock and swaying it side to side. “Which one of you two wants to wrangle my first nut of the night from my balls? You?” She aims her cock at the goblin on her left, the critter squirming, lunging its face at her as it whined. “Or you?” She then aimed her shaft at the other goblin as it whined, pushing its rear up as high as it could go while squirming. “Well, the night is young after all.”
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Magi Louis Kaiross yawned and stretched as he walked out of the carriage. Rolling his shoulders and making sure his Magi robes weren’t wrinkled as he made his way into the rustic town. He was on the edge of the kingdom, furthest from its reach, so he had to maintain the image of authority. He adjusted his ruby red tie while he walked, slowly raising his brow as he noticed people glancing at him as a commotion was already brewing within the center of town.
The murmurs of anger and frustration mixed with worry and fear as towns folk held farming equipment and simple weaponry. Words became more clear as Louis approached.
“They’ve kidnapped one of our own! Magi be damned we take the fight to them now!”
“Here here!”
“Stealin’ cattle is one thing, but takin’ our folk is too much!”
“We’ve been handlin’ these little fuckers well enough on our own! We can handle that spire without those lazy city Magi!”
It was after that comment when the gathered crowd noticed Louis at last, and grew more enraged. “Oh looky here! Fancy fella finally showed up, right on time for one of our own folk to be stolen! What convenient timing.” The gruff farmer comments, hands resting on the twin hand scythes on his hips.
Louis sighed internally before he spoke. “Apologies, but you are far from the reach of the city. While that means whatever it is you’re avoiding in the city is far away, that also means its protection is far away as well.”
The gruff farmer scoffs. “We pay our taxes, we expect a timely response. It’s been a month!”
“Yes, a week for the letter to get to the academy, days for it to finally be processed, and then selecting an available and suitable Magi to deal with the threat.” Louis said, going over the details from the report. It was a short spire, only barely taller than the trees in the area. And it was a deep emerald green. Green goblins are more bestial than others, it was odd for them to capture their targets, which meant something smarter than them was lording that spire.
Angeline strides forward, standing a full head taller than Louis, and for a moment the Magi felt a bit intimidated by the large muscular woman. “Two things.” Angeline says, holding up two fingers. “First, you’ll find my daughter, Amata, and bring her home. Alive or dead, as long as we have closure.” She says with a tremble to her voice before she steels herself with a deep breath. “Second, you will clear that spire from our land. Am. I. Under. Stood.” She snarls the last few words through her teeth.
Louis nervously chuckled with his hands raised up. “You have my word as a Magi. I will do my absolute best madam.” He says before nervously gulping. “The good news is your daughter may very well still be alive, there aren’t many reasons for a spire creature to capture someone. And the few reasons there are aren’t lethal.” Angeline started to visibly relax after that. “I’ll just uh, be on my way then. Best to not waste daylight.” Louis had gotten plenty of rest in the carriage anyway, and now that he was here he could feel the mana radiating from the spire. Finding it will be the easy part. Clearing it, less so. He didn’t lie, spire creatures rarely capture anyone and when they do they don’t kill, but there are worse fates than death. And most of them leave one yearning for oblivion.