Hot Goblin Girls 3

By Paul Lucas

Three months have passed since the quartet of sexy goblin women and their human companion were hired as caravan guards. Two weeks past the equator in southern highlands, the wagons approach the sprawling trading hub of Linlea and the warring wizard guilds there.

Stiletto, the smallest and fiercest of the goblins, finds herself perpetually unlucky in love. Desperate and lonely, she begins falling hard for Joren, her best friend's husband. Things become even more complicated as she makes an amazing discovery that could make them all very rich--or all very dead--at the hands of murderous sorcerers.

A tale of broken hearts, forbidden lust, kinky sex, and high adventure in a thrilling and believable fantasy world!

BOOK THREE of the HOT GOBLIN GIRLS series!

Contains sexy shenanigans, explicit romantic naughtiness, and some violence. Adult readers only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Lucas
• Release date: Aug 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370447862

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 3

PAUL LUCAS

Copyright 2016 Paul Lucas

Cover Illustration by Paul Lucas

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Other Books in the HOT GOBLIN GIRLS series

HOT GOBLIN GIRLS

HOT GOBLIN GIRLS 2

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CHAPTER 1

Her! a tall young man squeaked as he approached the cook fire, pointing at the small goblin sitting by herself on the edge of the circle of flickering light. He stood on wobbly knees, one hand awkwardly cupping his painfully-swelling groin. Stiletto's the one who attacked me!

A dozen humans surrounded the fire pit, one of many strung out around the ancient campsite being used by the caravan. Most were in various stages of cooking late meals as the sun slowly set, relaxing and talking after a long day of travel. Stiletto and her goblin companions had worked as guards for the caravan for over three months now, and its merchants were well used to her. They paid her little mind until her accuser showed up.

Stiletto stood a few inches short of four feet, with jade green skin and dark hair cut into a long mohawk combed off to the side. Her figure was slim and solidly muscular, with barely-there breasts but wide curvy hips. Her features boasted large pointed ears, an extended nose, and large, expressively dark eyes. She wore a homespun shift and light leather leggings, as well a sandals on her oversized feet.

Stiletto had spent what little coin she had on a skin full of strongest wine she could buy at this late hour. She took a quick pull of it to disguise covertly rubbing away moisture from her eyes. Dassom, you asshole, you're the one who cheated on me, she said angrily. You got what you deserved.

Ruckus, the big half-orc caravan master who accompanied the young man, rubbed the bridge of his squat nose. Seasons, I knew it was going to be something like this. Tell me what happened, you two.

I was by that rock formation around the bend in the river, Dassom said. You know, the one those folks from the last town kept going on about? I was, ah, meeting a client there when this crazy green bitch shows up and starts punching me!

Ruckus raised a dark brow. In the dick?

The perfect height for me, Stiletto boasted, miming three vicious jabs at a target that would be comfortably shoulder-height for her. Many of the merchants around the campfire snickered. He was supposed to meet me there, and instead I find him fondling this fat-titted bitch...

Rosalyn was a client! Dassom insisted.

Is that why you had both hands up her blouse? Funny place to keep a coin purse.

Fuck you, Stiletto, he sneered at the flat-chested goblin. At least she has some assets there to bargain with.

The caravan master spoke up to cut off the young woman's angry growl. So you two are seeing each other? How come I haven't heard about this until now?

Because I'm a goblin, Stiletto said bitterly. He said it would be bad if customers saw me with him.

Hey, I'm a merchant, Dassom said. My rep is serious business. That Joren guy parades his goblin wife all over the place, and he hardly sells anything.

Well, you don't have to worry about your fucking business suffering anymore, limp dick, Stiletto said. We're through.

No shit, Dassom said, trying not to move too much lest he make the ache in his bruised groin worse. But you also stole my coin pouch. I want it back!

I did no such thing!

I had eight silver crowns in there! And when I woke from your attack--I mean, uh, after I was momentarily stunned--it was gone.

What makes you so sure Ms. Fat Tits didn't take it?

He sneered. Because Rosalyn isn't a filthy, smelly, moldy-skinned, cunty foot-fucker like you!

Dassom's next words died in his throat as the snarling goblin launched herself up his tall body and began slamming her fist into his face.

CHAPTER 2

Joren kissed the whitish scar on the back of the green-skinned knee, making his diminutive goblin wife giggle. And this one?

I can barely remember, Vexation said, flipping her loose blond hair from her eyes. I think it was from some asshole raider back in Urthhaut.

Both Vexation and her human husband were naked in their group's makeshift shelter tent, which projected from one side of their small travel wagon. A small hooded lantern glowed warmly in the corner, its flame set low. Hemlock and Black Ember were on guard duty on the perimeter of the caravan's encampment, and Stiletto was off on a romantic liaison with her new beau. They had the tent to themselves for the evening, and planned to make the most of the rare event.

The tall tawny-haired male kissed his way up to her round emerald rear, licking along another line of off-white. This one? he asked.

She cooed at the feel of his hot tongue. That was from that wolf attack I told you about. One of its claws.

Joren turned her partially over, kissing at a wide puncture mark on her side just over her hip. This looks like it was nasty.

Only time I've taken an arrow.

He kissed up to her jiggly peach-sized breasts and a pair of ragged parallel scars there. Wolf again?

Mmm-hmm. She moaned lightly as he took a quick detour to her nearest nipple, sucking on it gently. He went on to tease scars on her shoulder, arms, and over her eye, finally ending his tour of her body with a deep kiss on her lips.

So which wound do you like best?

They're all impressive. His hand slid between her legs and cupped her blond-furred pussy. But this is by far my favorite.

She giggled. That's not a wound, dummy.

His thin finger wiggled against her. Are you sure? Seems a little sensitive. And it does bleed occasionally...

She thumped his solid chest, laughing around a breathless moan. Dumbass. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

Joren's lips were only a millimeter away when she heard soft sniffling outside. Wait, she said.

Joren blinked. What?

That sounds like Stiletto.

Very reluctantly, Vexation pulled away from her husband and crawled over to the tent's entry flap. Joren still felt playful, following after to land a sloppy sucking kiss on her upturned buttock. Stop that, she snickered, pulling the flap aside to see her friend leaning against a nearby tree, messily wiping at her eyes.

Stiletto? she called softly. What's wrong?

The dark-haired goblin straightened, blinking rapidly. N-nothing. I just wanted to hit the bedroll early. I can wait until you guys are done.

I thought you were going to see that Dassom tonight?

Stiletto's fists balled tight. I should have stabbed that fucker.

Vexation looked back at her spouse, who backed off as soon as he'd heard the distress in their friend's voice. He nodded at his wife's unspoken query. Vexation pulled the tent flap wide in invitation. Come tell us about it.

But...

Come on.

Stiletto sucked her lip for a few moments, unsure, but eventually crawled in.

Vexation was unmindful of her nudity in front of her sword sister, but Joren hastily shimmied on a loincloth and shirt. His wife wondered why he bothered. Stiletto had joined them for sex numerous times, but Joren still clung to dopey human ideas of propriety.

They passed a wineskin to Stiletto, who took a long, hard belt before they got her talking about what happened.

...And then Ruckus pulled me off him. And I was giving that fucker such a good beating, too, she finished miserably. "Dassom's parents showed up and we all got into this huge shouting match. Then Ruckus had to break that up, and ordered us all to stay away from each other until he dealt with it in the morning."

Fuck Dassom, and his parents, Vexation growled. I thought he was your age, around twenty-two? If he can't fight is own battles by now...

Eh, he's still their only son, Joren put in. And his father's only apprentice too.

His wife threw him with a milk-curdling scowl. Are you taking his side?

Of course not. But remember humans aren't like goblins. They'll usually stick up for their kids, even the adult ones.

Vexation snorted derisively, then turned back to her friend. At least you got him back some, right? Sounds like you almost punched his dick off.

Stiletto's smirked as she arced her fist through the air. Felt like squishing a pair of boiled eggs. He was on the ground squeaking like a stabbed rabbit.

Both goblins snickered. Joren winced and crossed his legs, but that only made the women laugh more.

Aw, don't worry, Joren, Stiletto teased. "I like your junk. Sometimes even what's attached."

Vexation pushed at her best friend affectionately. See, a little punching, a little talking, and you're feeling better. But there's something that will cheer you up even more, I bet. Want to join us?

Stiletto blinked in surprise. I thought you two wanted a night to yourselves.

Vexation leaned back into her husband's larger body, hand casually rubbing along his tanned muscular leg. "We'll have other nights, and you know I don't mind showing off how much of a stud MY husband is to my sword-sisters."

I--I don't know. I don't have a lot to trade this time around... Stiletto said hesitantly, remembering her last coins spent on that wine she had tossed aside to beat up Dassom.