Emperor Night

Saikhi felt a bit chilly. The beautiful dress that her master had purchased for her had been stripped off and replaced with nothing but rope bindings, fastened around her wrists and ankles. She didn't quite remember how she had gotten to be nȧkėd, nor did she remember the series of events that led her to being bound in this cold, dark room. The last thing she did clearly remember was seeing her master collapse, a fast moving stone hitting him in the back of the head. She remembered letting out a loud scream, rushing over to help her master, and losing sight of him when a sack was forced over her head. After that, everything was a blur.

Thankfully, Saikhi had been able to wiggle her head out of the sack. The sack's rough fabric scraped against the relatively smooth floor of the chamber that Saikhi found herself in. The room was small, just enough space to stretch herself out to full length. The room's furnishings were made of smoothed huwen stone: A slab to use as a bed and a corner table. In fact, the whole room looked like it had been carved from the rock around it and polished down with surprising attention to detail. The only exit, a rudimentary looking wooden door, looked a bit short. Short enough that Saikhi would likely bump her head on the frame if she wasn't careful and she was a short girl herself. The woodwork, unlike the stonework, was of low quality. Held together with nails, glue, and uncertainty.

Saikhi's bindings were fastened by long lengths of rope to a pulley system at the top of the chamber. They allowed her a bit of mobility, she could easily reach most of the room. Saikhi couldn't help but be surprised, gut instinct wanted her to say that she had been captured by goblins. But the stonework and mechanisms here was beyond the level of a normal goblin society. At least if the books that she had read were correct. In vain, she looked around for her notes to jot down the details of the room. Nothing. Just her and her binding in this cold and dark room.

Saikhi would have been more worried if she wasn't so curious about the whole situation. She really wanted to see what the goblins of Trader-end were like but on the other hand, it was likely she would find a lot more out about the goblins' intimate nature than she cared to. Despite that, she was excited. Finally she could see what goblins were truly like. Saikhi's fascination with goblined stemmed mostly from her theory about the origins of goblins. She believed that they had originated from somewhere other than Adearath. Somehow, 200 years ago, they appeared all over the world seemingly overnight. If that was true, it would mean there were places outside of Adearath. Perhaps floating out there in the great beyond. Another aspect to Saikhi's fascination with goblins is that she found them... kind of cute. They reminded her of short, stocky, grumpy faen, with fun skin colors.

The door to the chamber opened. A trio of blue-skinned goblins stood at the entrance. The lead goblin looked half a head taller than the other two and yet he only came up to 3/4th of Saikhi's height. A scar ran down the lead goblin's cheak, accented below a milky white eye. These goblins looked rather well built, less round than she had originally anticipated. Saikhi noticed the clubs and slings laced to each of the goblins' roughly made clothing.

"Woman, mate, now." The lead goblin grunted as he entered the room.

"Um." Saikhi covered herself. She was once again surprised. Goblins being able to speak was not something she was prepared for. "I am sorry, I do not think that is a good idea."

The three goblins laughed. Saikhi looked around for some way to escape. Her body started to quiver, partly from the cold, partly from the adrenaline flowing through her veins. This was going to happen. If nothing else, at least she would be able to learn more about goblins.

"No, ask. Tell." The lead goblin walked over to the otherside of the pulley system Saikhi was connected to. With a single pull, Saikhi found herself being swept off her feet by her ropes and suspended by them in the air. The goblins removed their clothes, Saikhi noted that goblin ċȯċks, whilst not very long, are quite girthy and had a unique, ribbed form. The lead goblin spun Saikhi around, positioning himself behind her. With a slight adjustment, he lowered Saikhi to be able to access her pussƴ more easily. Saikhi gently bit her bottom lip as she felt the goblin's thickness enter her. It was a unique feeling, different from her master's, different from the man in Cliffside and different from even the brutes. It felt like the goblin's ċȯċk was massaging her from the inside, it's ridges rubbing against her folds. Saikhi really wished she had her notes with her.

It didn't take long for the other goblins to get in on the action. One of them laid beneath Saikhi's tɨts and was able to use them against his ċȯċk. His short manhood was very much lost between the Saikhi's sizable mounds. The third goblin placed himself next to Saikhi's face. For a moment Saikhi contemplated trying to struggle away from the goblin's member but curiosity overcame her reluctance. In no book that Saikhi had read had anyone ever described the feeling of a goblin's ċȯċk, nor the taste of it. She could be the first. She slowly parted her lips allowing the goblin to slide his member inside. She found herself absentmindedly suċkɨnġ, trying to place the taste.

Saikhi winced as she felt the lead goblin slap her ȧss as he increased the frequencies of his thrusts.

"Red sŀut, pussƴ good." He grunted gleefully. "Warm, tight."

Saikhi was a bit offended at being called a sŀut. If anything she was a highly dedicated researcher, doing her best to study these creatures. That being said, she did notice that the whole ordeal wasn't entirely unpleasant for her. The goblins showed a lot of enthusiasm and Saikhi thought the blue ċȯċks contrasted nicely against her red skin. Just research, that was all.

Saikhi found herself mȯȧning softly, the ċȯċk in her mouth stifling the sound. Sparks of pŀėȧsurė tingled up her spine from every pump of the leader's rod. She found her brain feeling a little cloudy. Mentally, she was doing her best to take notes, she didn't want to forget any moment of what was happening as it could all be useful information.

In unison, the goblins unloaded onto and into Saikhi. The white liquid covered her tɨts and dripped from her mouth and pussƴ. Saikhi was surprised that they had synchronized their ċumshots, perhaps it was a biological mechanism? More thorough study was needed.

"Good sŀut, pŀėȧsurė whole tribe." The lead goblin grinned as he got dressed. It seemed like Saikhi was going to get that extra study she wanted.

"Queen, happy." One of the other goblins said as they left the chamber, leaving Saikhi to hang there off the ground.

"Hello, um, goblins? Would you mind letting me down?" Saikhi called out to no avail. She hung there, swinging around and dripping.

Another group of goblins arrived in Saikhi's chamber some time later. They wasted no time getting their own share of Saikhi's holes. She continued to make observations as they used her body. Once again ċummɨnġ on her in synchronisation. After the fourth group, Saikhi felt like she had all the data she needed to confirm her suspicions: when one goblin came, all other goblins in the immediate area would too, it was likely a competitive reproduction response.

Saikhi continued to make mental notes on her experience, as she enjoyed the pŀėȧsurės of goblin ċȯċk.