Hot Goblin Girls 2

By Paul Lucas

Joren and his four female goblin companions manage to escape war-torn Raelen into the kingdom of Famir, only to face new challenges and dangers. Vexation is viciously possessive of her new husband. Her jealousy causes serious problems when they ally with Aislyn, a beautiful human sorceress and a wanted refugee from Raelen like themselves.

A tale of peril, thievery, betrayal, and plentiful erotic adventure with four fierce and sexy monster girls!

BOOK TWO of the HOT GOBLIN GIRLS series!

Contains explicit romantic naughtiness. Mature Readers only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Lucas
• Release date: Aug 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310607240

Paul Lucas

I grew up on the shores of Lake Erie, just a few snow drifts away from Buffalo, NY. I am a life long science fiction and fantasy fan, and avidly keep up on developments in the fields of science, technology, and ancient cultures.Currently I am a freelance writer and artist, with fifteen years of experience in the field. In 1998 I had a tabletop RPG published, and in 2005 my first novel CREATURA came out. My shorter works have seen the light of day in publications such as Strange Horizons, Afterburn, Tales of the Talisman, Fables, and others. Currently I do a lot of personal commissions and ghost writing work.

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HOT GOBLIN GIRLS 2

Paul Lucas

Copyright 2015 by Paul Lucas

Cover illustration by Paul Lucas

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Other Books in the HOT GOBLIN GIRLS series:

HOT GOBLIN GIRLS

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CHAPTER 1

Keep away from my husband, you cow! the goblin shouted, her wide-bladed sword missing the taller human's nose by mere inches.

Everyone in the small village market stared as Joren desperately pulled Vexation away from the fruit vendor. It was more difficult than it looked, as goblins were considerably stronger than their small size implied.

Vexation's flailing weapon sliced seamlessly through a melon. Droplets of juice flew everywhere. The bosomy woman behind the stand recoiled and shrieked as if the sword had somehow cut her instead. Help! Help! She’s going to kill me!

Ah, you’ll have to forgive my wife, the young man said hastily to the vendor. We’ve been married less than two weeks and she’s still excitable about…

The older woman's sniffed. You mean you really are married to that little monster?

Monster? You bitch! I’ll open your slit up to your chin! Vexation wrenched away from Joren, slashing vertically up at the woman with her sword. This time the blade missed the human’s nose by less than a finger-width and ended up cutting through an angled awning support just above. The awning fabric fell onto the vendor’s face, making her scream even louder than before. She ran away at top speed down the street, claiming all kinds of horrors at the top of her lungs.

Vexation sheathed her sword on her back and snorted in satisfaction at making her rival flee. She curled her fingers into Joren’s belt, stabbed her thumb at her own chest, and snarled, MINE! at everyone in the crowd staring at them.

Joren grabbed hold of the goblin’s shoulders and steered her away from the scene. Okay, then. We really better go now.

But you didn’t get any fruit, Vexation protested.

Later.

The goblin woman shrugged her green-skinned shoulder and allowed him to lead her away. Vexation was just a bit shy of four and a half feet high, tall for a goblin, and like all her race she possessed jade green skin, large pointed ears, and a prominent nose. Vexation boasted blond hair tied back in a utilitarian pony tail, framing a somewhat angular face with parallel scars running over one cheek and eye from a past violent encounter. Her shoulders were broad and torso solid from years of handling heavy swords, framing perky, peach-sized breasts. She wore a vest over a makeshift halter top and a breechcloth covering her nether regions.

It had barely been a week since Joren, Vexation, and the other three goblin girls had crossed the border from Raelen to the kingdom of Famir. The small village, called Panshaw, was the first significant settlement they had come across. Food had been scarce, so they had sold the horse they had been using for transport for enough coin to get some decent provisions. Empty bellies took priority over sore feet.

They had also traded away Joren’s admittedly raggedy army uniform for a more nondescript homespun shirt and leggings. There was no sense drawing attention to the fact that he was a deserter from the Raeleni army unless necessary. The main force of that military was still just over the border, and would summarily behead him if he was ever caught.

Hey, what was all that fuss? Stiletto asked as she walked up, munching on a sweet roll. Stiletto was the shortest of their quartet of goblins, not even reaching four feet. She kept her dark hair in a thin but flowing mohawk running over her scalp. She had the thinnest and most boyish figure of the four goblin women, with barely-there breasts but a pleasingly wide curve to her hips. She carried twin curving scimitars on her back.

Some big-boobed human slut was coming on to Joren, Vexation said. She crossed her eyes and teetered about, pantomiming carrying great watermelon-sized weights on her chest. Stiletto snickered.

It wasn’t like that, the human insisted. She was just being friendly. Trying to make a sale.

Vexation huffed and crossed her arms. I saw the way she was looking at you. She wanted you to feel up more than just her gourds.

Joren was about to argue more when a large shadow fell across all three of them. It belonged to a very large man, with sweaty, tree-trunk forearms and a dark hairy brow reminiscent of a rabid bear. With his sword, bassinet helmet, and carved wooden crest on his shirt, it was plain to see that he was the village of Panshaw’s constable. Are you three causing trouble?

So what if we are? Stiletto said, carefully putting away her sweet roll. She rolled her fingers back and forth, a gesture Joren recognized as her preparing to draw her swords.

Joren stepped forward, trying to forestall any impending violence. Ah, she means we didn’t intend any harm. It was all a misunderstanding.

The constable’s bloodshot eye twitched. It ain’t just a misunderstanding with drawn swords. You think we can’t tell that you’re stragglers from Crenmoore’s army? You rabble have caused enough trouble these past weeks. He stabbed a thumb at the one and only road passing through the village. Get out. Now. And don’t come back.

Joren was trying desperately think of something that would calm the goblin girls down when Vexation just shallowly nodded her head. Okay. Let’s go.

Both her husband and her friend turned to regard her with surprise. But with Vexation’s acquiescence, they complied, and set off walking along the road. Stiletto turned to make a number of mocking faces at the constable as the big man watched them leave.

The blond goblin sighed as they passed the last house of the village. Ahead of them sprawled rolling hills of cleared cultivated land for miles in every direction, with the occasional farmhouse and stretch of forest dotting the landscape. I think I did screw up, Vexation said. I shouldn’t have made a scene like that.

Yeah, Stiletto said with a sage nod. You should have just gone back when no one was looking and stabbed that cunt in her melons, if you know what I mean.

Both women snickered. Joren had no idea if they were joking or not.

Okay, what did you lot do? Hemlock said as she and Black Ember caught up to them. We saw you get into some kind of fracas a few stalls over, and then some large ape growls at us to get out of town.

Joren caught their leader up on the incident. Hemlock scowled and smacked Vexation on the shoulder. Dammit, we talked about this. Do what I told you. Keep a low profile in human towns. I'm sure Raelen has bounties out for Crenmoore loyalists.

But we’re not loyalists. Vexation protested. We were hired as mercenaries…

Don’t change the subject! Hemlock scolded. Then she sighed and put her arm around the younger woman’s shoulders. Look, do you really think Joren’s going to stop being your husband just because some human flashed her tits at him?

But the vendor didn’t… Joren began.

Hemlock ignored him. Back in the swamp he could have just run away. But he came back for you. You know why?

Because he likes goblin pussy too much? Stiletto said.

Hemlock smacked the smallest goblin on the head. But she smirked. That too.

Joren’s stomach growled audibly. Hemlock raised a heavy brow at him and Vexation. You two haven’t really eaten yet, have you? She reached into her shift and pulled out a handful of biscuits. Here. Help yourselves.

Stiletto contributed a pair of sweetrolls and Black Ember begrudgingly handed over some of her seasoned jerky. The married couple wolfed it down.

How were you able to afford all this? Joren asked. I didn’t think we had all that much left from selling that old nag and buying the clothes.

We didn’t, Stiletto said. But Vexation’s tantrum did serve a purpose. Green-fingered discount. She play-acted quickly snatching wares away from a distracted merchant’s stand. The other goblin girls nodded knowingly. You two will just owe us one, okay?

Vexation assented, messily wiping crumbs from her emerald lips.