Rewarding Secret
I am back, and hopefully not just for one fic only to disappear again. I am really trying to get consistent again, but it's so harddd..
Pairing: Multiple Goblins x f!Reader
Wordcount: 7567 words
Tags: Voyeurism, gang bang, double penetration, oral sex
Summary: After you investigate a hole in your crawlspace leading to an underground tunnel, you fall down, injuring yourself. The owner of said hole is the one who finds you, helping you heal from your fall and feeding you. He wants a big reward, and you are willing to indulge.
Lately you heard strange noises coming from under your floorboards, and it was starting to worry you. You lived in an old house on top of a large hill. It was a fixer upper, but you'd spend all your time and money into fixing it, and now you had lived here for many years without a problem. The views were to die for, and there were no neighbours directly around you. No HOA breathing down your neck, but friendly neighbours at the end of the street that could help you when things got bad. They were nice too, all of them elderly, and on your first day of moving in Betsy had given you a freshly baked apple pie. She said she loved baking, and that if you wanted she could bring you cookies too. You'd declined, thankful for the offer, and noticed everyone else had come over as well, as if lured by the smell of apple pie. They welcomed you to the neighbourhood while enjoying Betsy's baking. It was great; you felt a sense that you were meant to be here. The people were genuine and happy with you moving in, and they often came to check up on you.
They were, however, old. And you didn't want to come knocking on their door with every little thing that you needed help with. Most things that broke or concerned you were fixed by yourself; some googling usually got you your answers. If things really didn't go well, then maybe you'd ask one of the men to come check it out. But after Jake had come over last time and promptly stumbled on your raised doorstep, you decided that it would be better not to ask them anymore lest they break a hip or something. Your house was significantly older than the other houses in the neighbourhood, and with that came particular architectural choices.
So when the noise in your crawl space continued you were adamant on fixing the cause of it yourself.
You were on your knees, the floorboard that covered the crawl space put to the side as you peeked in. Your phone flashlight lit up the dark space, and you sneezed as dust and possibly mould entered your nostrils. With the frequency of the noises and how they sounded you expected a nest of raccoons or some other animals down here, but you could not see a thing out of place. The sand, however, was uneven, and you groaned as you realized some spots were completely invisible to you because of that. You might need to actually crawl in here to check. The space was large enough for it, for sure, the ground much lower than you expected it to be. You didn't really look forward to going in, though.
Right now it was quiet, and you debated softly to yourself what you were going to do. Maybe whatever it was that was making those noises had already left? It sounded great to your ears, if only because you wouldn't have to go into the crawlspace. But the idea that something could have been in there was already a problem in itself. There shouldn't be anywhere for any animals to have gotten in. It was completely surrounded and sealed by the foundation of the house, so if anything had gotten in maybe there was something wrong with it, or they made a hole through the earth to get in. Both options were equally bad. Now that you had decided to check anyway you should check thoroughly, you decided, and you put your phone in your pocket to prepare yourself for jumping inside.
The floor directly below the opening was raised, making it easy for you to get in and out, sharply sloping down immediately after until you could almost stand up straight. You weren't that familiar with crawlspaces, and you wondered if it looked normal. While you were down here you checked for mould and moisture, and were happy to see that there was none. Just cobwebs and dust, and mountains of sand.
And behind the mountains of sand... a hole? It was deep, and wide. Much bigger than you thought you'd find if an animal had burrowed inside.
"What the hell?"
Around the hole were remnants of food, as if someone had held a picnic under your house and hadn't cleaned up after themselves. With bated breath you looked into the hole, seeing nothing, even when you shone down it with your flashlight. Deep down from inside it though you heard noises. Like people speaking to each other. A shiver went down your back, and you leaned down a little further, trying to hear what they were saying and if you were even hearing this for real.
You realized you had leaned down too far when your vision tilted, and darkness swallowed you up as you tumbled down the hole.
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Crelix was just wandering the cave when he came across something he couldn't have anticipated. Not even in his wildest dreams could he have imagined him meeting a human, let alone get this close to them. And yet, there she was, in the middle of his secret tunnel. He wasn't sure how she'd got here, and why she wasn't running in panic at the sight of him, but he wasn't complaining. It wasn't until he dared himself go come even closer that he realize the human was unconscious.
Running over, but carefully of course, he checked her vitals. It seemed she had hit her head when she went down his beautiful tunnel hole. He was surprised she could've been so careless, it couldn't possibly have been the way the tunnel was constructed... any Goblin worth their salt could traverse it easily. Then again you were really big, and so perfectly clean. You looked completely out of place in a muddy environment like this, and he gulped.
A groan came from you and he flinched. He had to act quickly. A filthy place like this was no place for a perfect creature like you to wake up in. For a second he tried to pull you by himself, but decided that he needed help.
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You woke up to a pounding headache and the sounds of conversation around you that promptly stopped as soon as you started moving. As your eyes opened you realized you were in the dark, and that the snippets of conversation continued more hushed, as if afraid of your reaction. There weren't any words you had been able to make out, but you chalked it up to coming back into consciousness.
"Where am I?" you muttered, hoping your eyes would adjust to the dark more. You soon realized they wouldn't, considering you had them closed before and still couldn't see anything. "Who are you?"
The hushed voices started back up, footsteps coming closer to you.
"We... save you," one said, the other speaking to it in a language you couldn't decipher. "Fallen down hole. Hurt head."
You reached up to your head, and found the cause for your throbbing headache neatly bandaged. As your hand pulled away you felt a sticky residue, but you couldn't make out whether it was blood or some sort of salve. Once again you asked: "Where am I?"
"In cave home," it sounded proud as if it was showing off. You couldn't see anything though, that with the darkness surrounding you.
"Do you have a light or something, so that I can see?" you asked, slightly weary. It slowly started dawning on you that whoever you were speaking to wasn't human, and you needed to see if the image your mind had conjured up was the truth or if you were just panicking and concussed.
It was quiet for the beat of a second before awkward, chortled noises you realized were laughter filled the room.
"Stupid, stupid Crelix," the creature admonished itself, as the other lit up an oil lamp, finally showing you what you were fearing.
The first thing you saw were cave walls surrounding you, a dark, but cosy space with clutter all over - some of which you recognized to be your lost items - as your eyes slowly moved down the space towards your saviours.
Two child-sized green skinned guys (gals? pals?) were standing a respectable distance away from you, looking curiously at you with glinting eyes that caught the light in a distinctly non-human way. You once again reached for your head. That tumble down the hole had really done a number on you, huh? Now you were hallucinating little goblins living under your house. You wondered idly if a concussion could do that to you, but one of them started speaking again, interrupting your slightly woozy thoughts.
"Got hurt bad, but don't worry. We patch you up good, right Ashmot?"
The other one nodded, slowly, seemingly uncertain of the situation, but you saw in his hands a roll of unused bandages. He spoke to the first one in a language you didn't understand, and both turned away from you for a bit to have a heated conversation.
Slowly a feeling of dread started crawling up your back, like spiders under your skin. The more you gathered your bearings, the more you realized that what you were seeing was real. As you sat up properly you felt a stabbing pain in your side, and looking down you realized more of you was bandaged than you initially thought. It wasn't only your head that was hit with the fall, and you tried to ignore the pain as you moved to stand. You needed to get out of here. Though the two in front of you were not exactly threatening, they were definitely not human, and you needed some time and space to calm your nerves.
They noticed you had gotten up and the one that called himself Crelix ran forward, his grubby hands raised in a placating manner as he gently but insistently prompted you to lay back down.
"Please, please, don't panic. Nasty gash and bad head pain, wouldn't want to get hurt worse in the halls."
Ashmot had his hands up as well, both their faces showing nothing but concern for you, and you slowly laid back down. Your head was pounding and your side was killing you. The adrenaline of your earlier panic wore off quickly, and the full brunt of your injuries hit you in full force. A groan escaped you as both approached your bed, feeling your forehead and speaking in hushed tones as they checked your condition.
"Am Crelix," one said, "That Ashmot. We saved you." There really seemed to be an emphasis on the 'saving', and you wondered idly if they wanted something in return. You were unable to give anything at the moment though, just trying to calm your nerves and your pounding headache.
"What... what are you?" you asked, unsure if it was polite to ask someone's race, but Crelix seemed to grin widely, showing rows of sharp teeth. Ashmot didn't seem to understand your language much it seemed.
Crelix seemed almost proud when he spoke. "Humans..," then to Ashmot, "what they're called," Ashmot seemed as confused as ever when human language was used (as if Crelix didn't know who to sound smart to... you or Ashmot), "call us goblins. Are male, by the way."
Interesting thing to add, but you weren't about to question the conversational (and social) skills of a goblin of all things.
"What's pretty human's name?"
Your brain seemed fried. The headache not getting any better, and your racing thoughts only amplifying the chaos in your head. You answered him, and he seemed to glow in excitement at having a name to go with your face. His happy cries and conversation with the one called Ashmot distracted him from the stormy expression on your face.
There it was. The confirmation to your panicked speculations. You had found a hole right under your living room that led to a tunnel system where goblins lived. The hill your house stood on was a goblin stronghold. Who knew how many there were still hiding in the darkness behind the open door, a door that seemed more like the entrance to an abyss.
As they fussed over you, you couldn't help but blurt out, almost offended at their gall: "Why the fuck did you dig a hole to my basement?"
Crelix seemed flustered, trying to stop you from speaking even though the words had long and well left your mouth. With Crelix's reaction and the withering gaze Ashmot send him you realized Ashmot could in fact understand human language. Or at least, enough.
More conversation between the two, not so hushed anymore, and the noise had attracted visitors. From the doorway you saw multiple shining eyes peering inside, more conversations erupting from the new spectators. Crelix seemed to be in a bind, talking a mile a minute to placate the crowd that had formed.
Maybe you weren't quite welcome, and maybe Crelix wasn't supposed to have dug all the way to the surface.
"Am in trouble now." Crelix sighed as he turned to you. The others had now gathered around your bed, looking at you from every angle as you tried to shy away from their scrutiny. "Just wanted to know more. High price for curiosity and knowledge. Others be better off knowing more, Crelix thinks. Humans very interesting."
Grabby hands explored your body as fear kept you still. Until they started feeling up more intimate areas, eyes shining with curiosity and something more feral.
You were about to speak up, flushed and angry, but Ashmot was first, barking out an order that startled both you and the ones standing by your bedside. They immediately retreated, but kept ogling you. It seemed they, too, thought humans were interesting. Maybe not in the way Crelix did.
"Are sick, will keep you safe. Heal you. And then? Maybe payment?" he seemed to have an idea of what he wanted, giggling to himself. A shiver went down your spine, but his next words calmed you. If only slightly. "Knowledge! Human knowledge from direct source. You!"
Crelix then spoke to the spectators, finally making them leave. They didn't seem at all eager to leave, curious glances your way lingering until they were fully ushered out off the dark hallway beyond the door. You wondered if they had ever seen a human before, and if you weren't in such a vulnerable state it would have been funny or even cute to see their curiosity.
Ashmot spoke to you in a soft voice, and thought you didn't understand a word he was saying you felt a strange calm wash over you. Their language was guttural and harsh, but you still felt yourself drifting off, hoping that you could trust at least Crelix and Ashmot with your safety. There wasn't much you could do in your current state to protect yourself, and you finally fell asleep with the mixed feelings of safety and helplessness.
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When you woke up you felt much better. Seeing a dark cave around you wasn't as startling as the first time, and even Crelix's mug coming into your field of vision didn't scare you as much. He looked happy to see you alive, wringing his slightly dirty hands together.
"Ah, good good," he said, "Finally awake. Was good sleep, no? Me and Ashmot keep you safe." He leaned forward, studying your face before a large grin broke his face open. "Time for food."
The second he said it your stomach growled, and you blushed. Only to hear a similar growl - no, not similar, much louder - come from him and Ashmot who was dozing off in the corner.
He laughed uproariously. "Didn't have time to eat yet. Had to look after pretty human, keep safe... Food time now, yes?" His eyes glinted as he spoke about you, and you felt a strange hum in your chest. Both because they apparently cared about your safety so much that they had forgone eating for who knew how long, and because he called you a pretty human. No matter how weird it was for you to react to that. You were thankful to them, both Crelix and Ashmot, but now that you were feeling better and more well rested you realized neither one of them could keep their eyes off you.
As you walked through the hallways to a place where you could eat, like a mesh hall or a kitchen, you weren't sure, you kept an eye on your two saviours as well as the other goblins running along the small hallways. The situations that arose from them being unable to look away from your foreign form were quite comical; some ran into each other, while others tripped over their feet. As you smiled at one of the little guys that ran into a wall after seeing you, you heard the crowds that had formed around you explode into hushed whispers. Their eyes glowing brighter as they attempted more interesting stunts to get you to smile again. Ashmot grumpily guided you through while Crelix talked his head off about them sending someone ahead to gather some human food for you specifically.
Thankfully you reached the mesh hall without any major incident, despite the fact that the crowds that had gathered around you had slowed your travel significantly. As you sat down at the table that Crelix led you to, two others came with a plate piled with "human" foods. They seemed absolutely giddy with excitement as they approached, vying for your attention as they presented the plate to you. They were scrawny and clean, as far as anyone in the group could be called clean. Their skin was much less muddy-coloured than the others and their smiles much less sharp, and they were like two mirrored images of the other. It seemed what they thought was human food was in fact just a bunch of snacks and junk food, quite possibly taken from your own pantry.
Oh, no, there was some stuff you never bought. Some candy you'd consider "old people" candy was littered among the bags of crisps and musty cookies.
They wouldn't have stolen from your neighbours too, would they?
Before you could ask Crelix inserted himself into the situation, quite literally pushing the two food bringers away who were both trying to touch your hands as you reached for your favourite brand of crisps.
"Go on, git! you perverts," he hissed between crooked but glinting sharp teeth, then to you: "Here you are, best human food we find. Me personally recommend these - best I ever had."
You were handed a sticky box that was filled with the crumbs of some seemingly home-made cookies. You thought you recognised them as Betsy's handwork, and you shook your head. Not only were all of them already eaten, but it confirmed your suspicions that they'd gotten into the old lady's pantry. It seemed your house was not the only one with goblin holes leading inside.
"Crelix," you started, but at your disappointed look he took one glance into the box and when he found it to be empty assumed that's what you were mad about. The twin food-bringers were brought back with a lot of yelling and head slapping. They cried and yelled in their foreign language, seemingly both remorseful and outraged at Crelix's anger.
"Ah, seems human food was just shared between group just before... apologies. But Snaggle wants to trade."
A goblin that was even dirtier than the rest came over, slightly hunched over and with hair as wild as his eyes, grinning in that crooked way they all did.
"He wants to trade it for what?" you asked, and the goblin's eyes glinted with glee.
"A kiss."
Your eyes widen. Well, I mean it could be worse, but...
Immediately all eyes were on you as the conversations around you hushed, clearly everyone was anticipating your answer. Some leaned forward, their eyes glowing in the dim light of the cave. It almost felt like they were looking right through you and suddenly it almost felt like you were naked in front of a hungry horde. It was just a kiss, you could just give a forehead kiss or one on the cheek, but it felt like some border would be crossed if you did, and you shivered.
And the throb in your core at the gaze Ashmot send you made you realize that shiver wasn't completely in fear.
"Just- just on the cheek!" Crelix clarified, and you saw Snaggle behind him nod vehemently. Some goblins lost interest, while others were still leaned forward, and when you nodded with a small smile at Snaggle the room erupted into cheers. Some high fived Snaggle, while others slapped him on the back like he'd achieved something amazing.
He came over, cookie on one hand, cheek thrust forward and eyes blazing. You puckered your lips and gave him a huge smack on the cheek. Once again the crowd exploded and you laughed with them. It was such a silly thing to get excited over, you decided as you took a bite out of the cookie. It was surprisingly fresh and you enjoyed the taste immensely. Suddenly you realized how hungry you were, and you grabbed an unopened bag of crisps from the pile. As you stuffed your face Crelix seemed awfully pleased, as if you were eating a meal he had personally prepared for you. He grabbed the next one for you, picking out the one he liked best to share with you as he ate his own food. You tried not to look at their food too closely; it did not look appetizing in the slightest. All the more reason you were thankful to them for bringing you human food... despite the fact that they had raided the neighbourhood for it.
As soon as you were done with your second bag of crisps (they were awful small and you were starving-) you finally noticed the line that had formed behind you.
In their grubby hands all of them held a cookie, or what was left of one, grins mirroring the other as all of them wanted to trade you a cookie for a kiss.
"Oh, no, guys," you started, flustered. "I really have enough food for now." You pointed at the plate that was still full with snacks, and everyone deflated, the line slowly dispersing. Some send a jealous glare at Snaggle, who had taken a seat at your table together with Ashmot and Crelix and the twins that had brought you the food. Snaggle seemed to glow, crooked nose up in the air as he gloated.
Meanwhile one twin thrust out a hand, and the other followed suit immediately after, thrusting his other hand out so you could shake both at the same time. It seemed they wanted to introduce themselves to you, and you looked at Crelix who was set to translate. He sighed a weary sigh, seemingly regretting having taken you to a public place.
"Human y/n, meet Stix and Mizzle, the twins," then he growled some more to the twins while you shook their hands simultaneously. They grinned widely, leaning forward to look at you eat more closely. Thankfully they had stopped trying to touch you, opting for observing you from across the table. But there was that glint in all of their eyes that made you feel strange. It seemed all of them wanted much more than just a kiss on the cheek from you, and you blushed at the thought.
Get yourself together! You needed to get healthy fast and get back to your house. And don't forget that these miscreants had dug a hole to your house! That certainly needed to be addressed sooner rather than later! What if it affected the foundation of your house?
"Crelix, I-" you started, but now that your stomach was filled you suddenly felt incredibly tired again. Black spots dotted your vision as a dull headache filled your head. It seemed you were far from healed if the ache in your bones and your brain was any indication. Ashmot seemed to realize almost instantly, the silent goblin was at your side in a flash, barking some order to Crelix who jolted up out of his seat. He left his food half eaten as he yelled something to the ones that were still seated, and you hoped it was to let you have some rest and peace. They seemed disappointed, but the twins and Snaggle waved at you as you left.
The hallways were a blur as you were led back by Ashmot and Crelix, the bed seemed awfully inviting as you dropped down into it.
"Thanks," you said weakly as Crelix pulled a blanked over you and felt your forehead with a slightly greasy hand, still covered in the remains of his food. You frowned, but couldn't care too much, fatigue taking over your mind as your brain still struggled with what you figured was definitely a concussion.
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When you awoke the room was empty except for who you assumed was Ashmot. He looked at you from his seat at the door, inclining his head slightly as the glow of his eyes was the only thing you could see in the current darkness. You were thirsty and sore from laying on the bed that was slightly too small for a while and you groaned as you sat up.
Ashmot was at your side immediately again and you sighed in relief as he brought a cup of water to your mouth.
"Thank you, Ashmot," you said, looking at the gruff but helpful Goblin. He was slightly taller than the others, but if he hadn't been by your side for the entire time with Crelix you wouldn't be able to pick him from a crowd. ...of other goblins, of course. His teeth were just as crooked and sharp, nose just as large and skin just as muddy and slightly dirty as the rest, but you felt a sense of comfort with him near. Where Crelix seemed incredibly interested with you as a human being, helping you in return for information or whatever else he was after, Ashmot seemed to be there just to help.
"What is it you want in return for your help?" you muttered, more to yourself than to him, but he looked up with glowing eyes that bored into yours.
He grumbled something in their language, but you had no idea what he said. The grin that split his face didn't spell much good though, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared, and you wondered for a second if you had imagined it. Crelix's offended gasp from the doorway told you it had been real though, and you wondered what Ashmot had said. His face was back to an innocent neutral, and he looked away from Crelix pointedly.
"Now now, no need to heed his words. Ignore him," Crelix rambled, as if you had any idea what Ashmot had said, "Cannot keep anything to oneself here." He seemed flustered and frustrated, and you wondered what he was going on about. "Find treasure, have to share. Always share. Share share share. Never cared about humans, and lookit them now."
Ah, okay.
"Me no like sharing this time." He looked straight at you, a dangerous glint in his eye as he took you in. Then he sighed, resigned. "But will share if everyone wants."
Right. He was talking about you in a normal way. A totally normal way, and you brain wasn't conjuring up images of you getting shared around the group in a less than normal way.
You wondered where it came from, none of the men here looked appealing in any way, but the way they looked at you, like you were some treasure they wanted to possess, to have, to touch with their grubby little hands. You were something foreign to them, as much as they were foreign to you, and it seemed they couldn't get enough of the sight of you. It somehow turned you on immensely, but you tried to keep it together. There was not going to be more happening than a kiss on Snaggle's scruffy face and information sharing. That was all. You needed to get your head in the game, focus on getting better and leaving. Not! On the throbbing between your legs! The throbbing in your head!!
Well, one of the throbbing was much more delicious than the other though, and as Ashmot looked at you knowingly with those unnaturally glowing eyes of his, and grinned pointed teeth bare, the feeling intensified tenfold. Did you have a headache before this? You couldn't remember. All you knew was that you were incredibly turned on somehow, and that if any of them asked for your body in return for their help you would give in - immediately.
It took you embarrassingly long to realize Crelix was saying something to you.
"Oh, sorry, what did you say?"
Ashmot's chuckle was as grating as it was embarrassing you. It seemed he had looked right through you, and you blushed as you focused on Crelix instead.
"Kinda... kinda want reward... before everyone comes to make a mess. Before you leave."
Oh yeah, his reward. Knowledge about humans right?
"Sure thing, Crelix," it would be a great way to distract you from your little problem. "What do you need from me?"
He muttered something. Then he interrupted himself to mutter something even less audible. Then he growled something to a chuckling Ashmot in their own language, before sighing deeply and seemingly giving up.
"Want kiss too."
Oh, that was a little different from what you expected, but it wasn't something you couldn't do. "On the cheek?"
"N-no... l-lips- Nuh... Nevermind! Just want to know more about humans. Tell me-"
Ashmot interrupted him with some rough words, and you finally saw a Goblin blush. It was an interesting sight, and it seemed Goblins didn't bleed red if the strange green colour Crelix turned was any indication.
They spoke some more, with Crelix backtracking, blushing, and finally giving in. It was almost like a movie, and if you hadn't eaten all the popcorn before you'd have opened a bag to eat while watching.
It seemed the two had reached a consensus, and Crelix cleared his throat, before dropping an absolute bombshell on you.
"Wanna see you all. Every bit. Know about human body that way." Then, as your blush mirrored his' but in red; "Just knowledge! About body! Just knowledge. Nothing weird!"
Ashmot shook his head, but didn't look away. Eyes trained on you to gauge your reaction. The anticipation hung thick in the air, and once again your arousal reared its ugly head. It was obvious what they wanted, though it seemed Crelix was too shy to ask, and Ashmot didn't speak your language.
"Want you," suddenly a lower, and much rougher voice sounded, and you realized it was Ashmot. "All of you." He gestured to your clothes as if he wanted them off, and you jolted into motion. Did you really want that? It seemed your body was ahead of your brain, already taking off your top. Ashmot's grin grew and as you looked at Crelix he seemed a mess, eyes bulging as he swallowed thickly.
He gasped something in their language as he seemed transfixed with your movement. You took your time with undoing your jeans, and saw Crelix devolve into a nervous wreck. It seemed he was much more nervous about you undressing than you were, and it was slightly endearing. You wondered if this really had been their idea of a reward the entire time, or if something had changed while they were taking care of you. You couldn't care much as you enjoyed their eyes on you. It was exhilarating, even more when you felt more eyes on you; glowing eyes peeking in from the door to the pitch black hallway that lay beyond the room.
It seemed Snaggle and the twins, Mizzle and Stix, had found the room you stayed in. You slowed your movement when your jeans were off, standing in front of the group in your underwear.
"You can watch now," you said, heart pounding in your throat. "That's enough, right? You can see all of me now."
Crelix's voice came out hoarse, first in their language and then in your own. "N-no! All of you. That's the... the deal!"
You weren't sure when you had made a deal like that, but you didn't care at this point. Deciding to tease your audience you frowned. "What..? Everything? You mean my underwear too? I'm not sure if I should..."
Crelix's hands balled into fists and then released again. His dirty trousers were baggy, but not baggy enough to hide his arousal from you, and you blushed, grin widening at the sight. You looked over to Ashmot who was watching you like a hawk before you caught him. He coughed and looked away, as if he wasn't that interested. His trousers weren't hiding anything either though.
"Fine... a deal is a deal," your fingers hooked into your panties first, pulling them down as all eyes followed your movement with a hunger that was tangible. What you assumed were curses, judging by how breathless and rough they were said, filled the room as burning eyes focused on your bare lower body. You were practically dripping at this point, exposing yourself to a group of Goblins of all things. Far past shame you unhooked your bra, slightly crossing your legs both to alleviate some ache and to hide yourself from the onlookers. It only riled them up more.
"Gotta... get a closer look," Crelix managed to grate out, shaky legs carrying him over to you where he literally stood face to face with your pussy. If he leaned forward his nose would hit your clit, and you couldn't help but bite back a moan at the thought. You wondered what they were packing. If it was proportional to their bodies it couldn't be too much of a stretch, but the thought of being shared like Crelix had before said made fresh arousal leak from your throbbing core.
Crelix didn't manage to bite back his moan. As the smell of you hit him he shuddered, hands jerking up to your thighs as he tried not to be too forward. The deal you made hadn't said anything about him touching you, and he didn't want to scare away the only human he had managed to make contact with. He really, really wanted to know about humans, that's why he had dug a hole up to the surface, despite the others forbidding it. He had always been an outsider because of his obsession, Ashmot the only one that would stick with him, despite him not understanding his interests.
He hadn't thought that he'd come into contact with a human for real though, let alone said human letting him touch them, and even more... exposing themselves to him like this. He felt like he was in heaven as he looked up to you with unfocused eyes. He needed to study you, commit your every characteristic to memory before you would undoubtedly leave again. He had to focus- he had to-
He leaned forward, committing your smell to memory, and the sound you made as his face made contact with your folds. Ah, that's not what he planned to do at all. With all the strength he possessed he moved back, but both Ashmot and you pulled him back. Ashmot with a growl of "Come on, don't be a coward," and you with a keening sigh of pleasure.
Well, there was no turning back now.
Ashmot had moved from his seat as well, closely eyeing your body as he walked around the room like a predator stalking his prey. His feral growl as your eyes met made your knees buckle, and as they did Crelix's nose hit your clit so nicely you couldn't help but fall back onto the bed you had just stood up from. The goblin in front of you tumbled with you, gasping as his sharp nails dug into your thighs, creating red crescents, but not yet breaking skin. His tongue poked out to lick a long stripe across your leaking folds and your eyes rolled back, breaking your eye contact with Ashmot who moved in closer.
The low, growled curse Ashmot grunted out at your blissful expression went straight to your core, and when a second set of hands grabbed fistfuls of your bare chest the moans you had bit back finally spilled out. Murmuring sounds came from the open doorway, but all of you ignored it, all focused on your own actions and pleasure.
Crelix was humping the floor as he licked and slurped at you like he had never tasted anything like you, and your scattered thoughts tried to piece together if you had seen any lady goblins around earlier. You decided it didn't matter as you enjoyed the feeling of both creatures grabbing fistfuls of your body and their licking and nipping at your skin. Ashmot wasn't as quiet as he was before, though you still couldn't understand what he was saying. It seemed he was both a growler and a biter, while Crelix was whining and moaning between your legs, hands digging into the fat of your thighs as you closed them around his head. His pointed ears folding as you applied pressure, grabbing a fistful of his unkempt white hair. He keened and whined, and grinded against the underside of his bed, chasing pleasure while you manhandled him. Meanwhile Ashmot was undoing his own trousers, pushing them down his legs as he pried one of your hands from Crelix's hair, pushing your hand between his legs as he climbed up on the bed beside you.
Your fingers wrapped around a dick that was almost as thick as it was long, and you whined as he started humping your hand, aggressively tightening your fingers around his weeping cock. He kept nipping and biting at your shoulder while he pleasured himself though, and you removed your other hand from Crelix to push Ashmot's face to your own. Now that you had decided to have sex with these creatures you didn't care about anything anymore, you were going to kiss Ashmot and that was the end of it. He seemed surprised by the action, but didn't fight it as he kissed back roughly. He didn't mind the clashing of your teeth, and the fact that he practically choked you with his tongue. He was all growls and nips and aggression as he humped your hand with wild abandon. His teeth nicked your lip, and the taste of your blood only seemed to arouse him further, his dick throbbing in your fist as his pace quickened.
A sharp cry came from below you, after which Crelix increased his attention on your core. Long, slightly rough tongue entering your opening as he licked all the way inside of you. His nose bumping and rubbing against your clit as he practically tonguefucked an orgasm out of you.
"Taste good," he murmured, blissed out look on his face. As you came down from your own orgasm you realized Crelix had made a mess out of his jeans and the floor. "Sooo good."
He stood up shakily, falling into you and Ashmot who groaned something at him while he was clumsily pushed away from your hand. Crelix responded in slurred words, still with the dopey smile on his slightly shining face. You blushed as you realized what had happened, but were quickly pulled from your embarrassment when Ashmot pushed you off the bed. You were put in a clumsy kneel in the middle of the room, your knees on slightly damp earth where Crelix's proof of pleasure mixed with the soil.
Ashmot manoeuvred you so that he was behind you and Crelix in front. His open trousers showed you he was far from done despite his earlier, untouched orgasm, as his cum-covered dick greeted you from below. Ashmot's cock hit your backside and he once again spoke in those gruff, slightly butchered words. "U okay? Go on?"
"Yes, yes please," you said, shivering as you felt both dicks rub against your front and backside. Your voice sounded much more wrecked than you thought, but you paid it no mind, focusing on the feeling of them both and on the hungry eyes watching you from the doorway. You wondered if the others would join, or keep watching you as you got railed. Neither option you minded, moaning lowly as you locked eyes with the tallest of the three voyeurs. A groan came from the doorway as the light revealed Snaggle, drool falling from his open mouth as he fisted his own cock. As both Crelix and Ashmot pushed it with mirroring groans it seemed Snaggle was again the one to take the first step.
He pushed the door open as the other two bottomed out, filling you perfectly from each side. You tried to keep your eyes on Snaggle, but you felt your eyes roll back by the pleasure. Crelix seemed to be off the world, completely unaware of someone joining, and it seemed even Ashmot took a bit to realize they were no longer alone with you.
He growled something, but it seemed to lack its usual bite, ecstasy overtaking his system as he pushed in and out of you with a rhythm that was somehow matched by Crelix's sloppy thrusts. Both of them together had you seeing stars, and you reached out your hand to Snaggle, who rushed over to nuzzle his face into it before giving a lick to your hand and pushing your palm down to his weeping erection. He grit his teeth as he thrust into your fist, moving closer to the three of you with each move. The second your hand made contact with Snaggle the door flew open further, revealing Stix and Mizzle as they tumbled over each other, pushing the other aside to get to you faster. Snaggle hadn't done anything to earn your hand, but they had! They had brought you food, and weren't they so much nicer than Snaggle too?
Aggressively they pushed at the other, fighting over your palm, and decided to just hump your open hand from both sides as they glared at the other with heated stares. Your second orgasm was building quickly, and you didn't care much what they were doing with your hands, but as they pushed and bumped into you from the side you were jolted from your pleasure.
"Stop fighting," you growled out, grabbing Stix's dick tightly, who mewled and stopped pushing immediately. The tears in his eyes and your manhandling of his sensitive member didn't seem to rob him of any pleasure though, quite the opposite, and you wondered if these goblins liked a little bit of rough play. Mizzle was left out now though, and he whined and complained in your ear loudly.
Even Ashmot got pissed it seemed, slapping at Mizzle before once again moving you into another position. Mizzle was on the bed, presenting himself to you as you were on your knees in front of him, back straining as both your hands were occupied. Mizzle's eyes sparkled hungrily as your tongue lolled out to lick at his twitching dick. The sounds he made betrayed how close he was, and as your tongue licked over his shiny mushroom head he almost came there and then. As you gasped and groaned at the feeling of Crelix and Ashmot's pace quickening you felt seed paint your arms from one end. It seemed the twins came fast - a thought that half formed in your brain before the other twin exploded in your mouth with a cry and a shudder. The cum tasted like the earth and iron, and you couldn't decide if it was fine or horrible, letting it dribble from your mouth between moans.
Ashmot finally came too, biting at your back, but unable to reach your shoulder, his sharp teeth broke your skin quickly. Painting your back in bites as he painted your inside with his seed. The feeling of pain and pleasure mixing as you tumbled over the edge for a second time, taking Crelix with you who's facial expression at your tight grasp around his twitching dick would be comical in any other situation. Snaggle came soon after, jerking cock spraying your side and neck with spurt after spurt of seed.
You were sticky all over, throbbing in pain and bliss as you were thoroughly used. But it seemed the goblins had energy to spare, taking turns fucking you and using your hands. It seemed Stix had a fascination with your chest, groping handfuls of your flesh as he rubbed himself raw against you, a makeshift titjob that seemed to have been born of his imagination right there and then. They didn't neglect your pleasure either, especially Crelix seemed to be in love with your taste, and even the cum leaking out of you didn't persuade him from drinking your arousal like a man dying of thirst. Ashmot twisted and turned you into positions you didn't imagine possible with a strength that belied his small body, while you were being filled from every angle at every moment. Pleasure welling up like blood from a cut as you came over and over on their cocks and clawed fingers while they indulged deeply in the reward you offered.
When all of them were finally spend, and you were laying in a sticky heap on the bed - all fast asleep, naked, and kicking or muttering in their dreams - you realized between moments of sleep and wakefulness that you didn't want the hole leading into your crawlspace closed off at all. This could be your little secret. As long as these miscreants promised never to steal poor old Betsy's cookies again.
Your head was finally free from pain and the dull throb of a headache, and you wondered if you would need a while longer to heal. As Crelix mumbled in his sleep, and rolled over on top of the others who groaned but didn't wake up, seemingly used to sleeping in a pile, you hoped they wouldn't mind you staying a little while longer.
After all, there was so much more you could "learn" from each other.
With a sly smile you fell asleep, completely satisfied.
...if not slightly squashed under your pile of horny goblins.