Lost Bet (Short Story)

Author's note: Here's a little short story I wrote based on this image!

Credit: Chikarestu

The lantern's faint glow illuminated Lune’s features, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, catching the dim light like strands of molten gold. Her amber eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, now flickering with a mix of embarrassment and reluctant acceptance as she knelt on the creaking bed. Her toned, adventurous figure was on full display, her skin flushed with humiliation and the lingering effects of teh ale she’d had earlier. 

Before her, stood one of the goblins, his sly grin baring sharp teeth as he stroked his cock with one hand while the other tangled in her blonde hair. Lune’s bigger, shapely figure dwarfed his wiry frame, but his confidence and the way he directed her left no question about who was in charge. Behind her, the second goblin positioned himself, his calloused hands gripping her hips as he prepared to claim his prize.

Lune’s amber eyes fluttered shut as she reluctantly opened her mouth, allowing the goblin to guide her closer. His dark green cock pressed against her lips, and she hesitated for only a moment before wrapping them around him, the weight and heat of him filling her mouth. The goblin growled with pleasure, his hand tightening in her hair as he began to guide her movements. 

“Good girl,” Krog hissed, his sharp voice dripping with satisfaction as Lune worked her mouth around him. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she moved with surprising skill, her lips sliding up and down his length as her tongue swirled around him. Each sound he made sent a jolt through her, a reminder of the position she was in and the price she had to pay. 

The goblin behind her, Grik, wasted no time, his hands kneading her hips as he lined himself up with her moist slit. Lune gasped around the cock in her mouth as she felt him push inside her, the stretch unexpected but not unbearable. His movements were rough and unrelenting, his smaller hips slapping against her as he fucked her from behind. 

“Didn’t think you’d lose that bet, did ya? Kekeke!” Grik taunted, his voice punctuated by his grunts of exertion. “Bet you’ll think twice before underestimating us again! Kekeke!”

Lune could only moan in response, the vibrations from her throat drawing a sharp growl from Krog. His hips bucked slightly, forcing her to take him deeper as his grimy hands gripped her hair more tightly. Her amber eyes glanced up at him, filled with a mix of defiance and reluctant surrender.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, the wet noises of her efforts, and the rhythmic slapping of the goblin behind her against her bare skin. Her breaths came in ragged gasps around the cock in her mouth, her mind a haze of sensations as she struggled to keep up with their pace.

“Not so high and mighty now, huh?” Krog sneered, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. “Bet you’re regretting making that bold bet, aren’t ya? Kekeke!”

Lune’s cheeks flushed even deeper, but she refused to meet his gaze, her focus remained on the task at hand. The goblin behind her growled in his low throat, his grip on her hips tightening as his space quickened. Each thrust sent a jolt through her body, her toned legs trembling as she tried to steady herself.

The dim room seemed to close around her, the flickering lantern casting their shadows on the walls in a chaotic dance. Lune’s mind whirled with the absurdity of the situation, but she pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on getting through the night and fulfilling her debt. Whatever her mistakes, she would own them—even if it meant enduring this humiliating ordeal.

Lune’s breath hitched as Grik thrust deeply, his size far surpassing what she anticipated. Each movement filled her in ways she hadn't imagined, her toned body trembling with every powerful stroke. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a low, involuntary moan escaped her lips as he slid his hands from her hips to her perfectly round ass, giving her plush cheeks a firm, possessive squeeze. 

“You like that, don’t you?” Grik grunted, his voice rough and taunting as he leaned over her, his hot breath brushing against her ear. “Didn’t think a goblin could be this big, huh?”

Lune didn’t respond, her mind hazy from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Her blonde hair clung to her flushed face as her moans grew louder, echoing through the dimly lit room. The rhythm of Grik’s hips against her sent jolts of pleasure through her, his deep thrusts hitting spots she hadn’t known existed. 

Before her, the other goblin, Krog, grinned down at her with a toothy smirk, his cock throbbing in her hand as she withdrew her mouth from him for a quick breather. “Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop,” he sneered, tugging her toward him, and placing a clawed hand on the back of her head. “Get those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. You’ve got work to do.”

Lune glanced up at him with half-lidded eyes, her lips glistening as she adjusted her position. She let her tongue trail down his throbbing shaft, her hand stroking him slowly while her mouth moved to his low-hanging balls. Krog moaned deeply, his body tensing as her warm tongue explored him.

“Augh, shit… Good girl,” Krog muttered, his claws gently tangling in her blonde hair as he guided her. “Bet you’ve never handled anything like this before, huh? Kekeke!”

Lune’s cheeks burned, but she continued, her hand working his shaft in rhythm with the attention she gave his balls. The salty taste of his skin mixed with the musky scent of the dim room, the sensation only amplifying the surreal nature of her situation. She moaned softly, the vibrations against his sensitive skin drawing a guttural growl from Krog.

Grik’s pace quickened, his hips slapping against her as he buried himself deeper with each thrust. “She’s tighter than I thought!” he cackled, his sharp teeth bared in a wicked grin. “You picked a good one, Krog!” 

“Don’t I always?” Krog shot back with a laugh, his hand tightening in Lune’s hair as she worked him. “She’s a natural! Aren’t you, adventurer? Kekeke!”

Lune’s muffled moans were her only response to pleasing Krog, her stroke matching the rhythm of Grik’s thrusts. Her body moved instinctively between the two green bastards, every sound, every moment driving her deeper into the moment. Despite herself, she couldn’t deny the intensity of what she was experiencing—the raw, primal connection that left her trembling beneath them.

Grik leaned forward, his grip on her ass unyielding as he angled himself to reach even deeper. Lune cried out around Krog’s balls, her moans muffled as her hands clutched at the goblin before her. Her body shuddered, overwhelmed by the relentless pace Grik set behind her and the demanding presence of Krog in front.

“Don’t worry, girl,” Krog said, his smirk widening as he felt a moan against him. “We’ll make sure you never forget this night.”

The goblins exchanged wicked grins, their roles shifting seamlessly. Grik pulled out with a grunt, his strong hands gripping Lune’s waist as he maneuvered her onto her back. Her golden hair fanned out across the bed, her amber eyes half-lidded as she caught her breath. Before she could recover, Krog was already positioning himself between her long legs, his clawed hands spreading her thighs wide. 

“You’re not done yet, adventure,” Krog growled, his voice dipping with anticipation as he lined himself up with her soaking pussy. “Not by a long shot!”

Grik climbed over her, his wiry frame blocking her view of the dim room as he knelt above her face. His balls hung heavily, their musky scent filling her senses as he brought them closer. “Open up, slut,” he sneered, his tone commanding but laced with amusement. “Let’s see how much that mouth of yours can handle.”

Lune paused for only a moment before her lips parted, her hands reaching up to grip Grik’s heavy sack. She guided him closer, her tongue darting out to lick along the sensitive skin. Grik groaned deeply, his claws brushing through her locks as she took one of his balls into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it with surprising enthusiasm. 

Kneeling between her legs, Krog wasted no time thrusting into her with a force that made her gasp around Grik. Her back arched, her toes curling as he filled her completely, his rouch pace matching the primal growls that spilled from his lips. Lune’s moans of pleasure vibrated against Grik’s skin, sending shudders through the goblin above her as he groaned with approval. 

“That’s it,” Grik muttered, his hand gripping the back of her head as she worked him with her mouth. “Good girl. You’re gonna make me feel real good! Kekeke!”

Krog’s thrusts grew faster, his claws gripping her thighs as he leaned over her, the weight of his smaller body pressing her into the mattress. “Tighter than I expected,” he grunted with approval. “Just perfect! Kekeke!” 

Lune’s body trembled beneath him, her moans muffled as she shifted her focus back to Grik. Her hands moved to stroking the base of his shaft while her lips wrapped around his balls, her amber eyes fluttering shut as she let herself get lost in the moment. 

Grik growled low in his throat, his hips bucking slightly as he pulled his sack away from her lips. “Enough teasing,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Wrap those lips around my cock, slut. Kekeke!”

With a firm grip on her hair, Grik guided his cock to her lips, his girthy length pressing against her mouth. Lune opened wide, taking him in as he pushed forward, the stretch forcing her to relax her jaw as he reached the back of her jaw. Her hands instinctively moved to grip his skinny thighs, her body writing beneath Krog as both goblins took their pleasure from her.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, the wet noises of Krog’s relentless thrusts, and the muffled gags as Grik began to fuck her throat. Lune’s eyes watered, her cheeks flushed as she struggled to keep up with their demanding lust.

“Glck! Mhhmmphhh… Hmmm… Glck!” were the sounds Lune involuntarily emitted, playing like music to the goblins’ ears.

“Look at her,” Krog chirped, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove into her quivering pussy harder. “Taking both of us like a champ. Bet you didn’t think you’d end up here, did ya? Kekeke!”

Grik chuckled darkly, his hips rocking as he buried himself deeper into her throat. “By the dark gods… I can fuck this bitch's mouth for an eternity!” he admitted his bony fingers brushing against her cheek. “Might have to keep her around for a while!”

Lune’s muffled moans grew louder, her body shaking as she surrendered completely to the goblins. The primal intensity of their movements left her breathless, her mind a haze of arousal as they claimed her in ways she’d never imagined. 

Grik grunted heavily, his body tensing as he thrust one last time into Lune’s mouth. A guttural growl rumbled through him as he released, his warm seed flooding her throat. Lune’s eyes widened for a moment before she instinctively swallowed, her cheeks flushed and her breaths coming in shallow gasps as he pulled out. A thin strand of his release clung to her lips as she gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“Ohhhh yeahhhh… That’s the spot…” Grik muttered with a smirk, patting her saliva-slathered cheek as he climbed off her. He grabbed a mug of ale from the small table in the corner of the room, plopping down on a rocket chair to catch his breath. He dug into a plate of stale bread and smoked meat, his sharp teeth tearing into the food with satisfaction. 

Meanwhile, Krog showed no signs of slowing. His clawed hands gripped Lune’s thighs, pulling her closer as his hips rolled deeper into her, his rough pace sending shockwaves of pleasure through her quivering body. Lune arched her back, her hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin as her moans filled the room.

“Augh… yes… enjoying yourself, adventurer?” Krog taunted, his voice rough and teasing as his hands moved to her chest. His claws kneaded her shapely breaths, squeezing and teasing her sensitive skin as he leaned over her. “Bet you didn’t think losing would feel this good! Kekeke!”

“Ah… mhmmm… nhg… ouhhhh…” Lune could only moan in response, her body shaking beneath him as his rough hands worked over her. Her nipples hardened under his touch, each squeeze sending jolts of pleasure through her buzzing nerves. The rhythmic slap of his hips against hers filled the room, mingling with the low groans and feminine moans that escaped their lips. 

“Wrap those pretty legs around me,” Krog demanded, his sharp teeth flashing a devious grin. His hands slid down to her thighs, pulling them higher as he pounded into her with even more intensity. “Come on girl. Show me you’re enjoying this!”

Lune’s jaw clenched as she hesitated before her long legs wrapped around his wiry waist, her heels digging into his lower back as she locked him in place. This new angle sent him deeper, his cockhead smushing against the entrance of her womb causing her to let out a loud, breathless moan, her amber orbs rolling back in pure ecstasy.

“Ouuuuuhhhh… fuck…” she gasped, her tongue sexily hanging from her lips as a potent wave of pleasure washed over her.

“That’s it,” Krog growled approvingly, his claws gripping her hips as he drove into her harder. “Knew you had it in you!”

Her hands clawed at the sheets beneath her, her moans growing louder with each powerful thrust. Her body trembled as Krog’s movements pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her mind was a haze of pleasure and disbelief that this little goblin could fuck her so well. Whatever had led her here, she couldn’t deny the overwhelming sensations he gave her.

Grik leaned back in his chair, nursing his ale as he watched the scene with a lazy grin. “Looks like you’re having fun Krog,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Don’t wear her out too much—we’ve got all night.”

Lune’s breath hitched, her body arching against Krog as his thrusts grew faster, deeper, the intensity leaving her gasping for air. Her moans echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure that left no doubt that she was completely under their control. 

Her body trembled violently as her orgasm crashed over her, the overwhelming pleasure ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her toes curled, her nails clawing at the sheets, and her head tilted back as a loud, breathless moan escaped her lips. Every muscle in her body tensed as her strong legs clamped firmly around Krog’s skinny waist, surrendering completely to lust. 

Krog felt her wet walls tighten around his cock, her quivering body spurring him to move faster, his growls growing deeper and more primal. He gripped her hips with a bruising intensity, driving himself into her with an unrelenting force as he chased his own release. 

“That’s it, girl,” Krog grunted through his gritted teeth, his voice rough and low. “Ohhhh yessss! Taking me so well like the horny slut you are! Kekeke! Take this cock! Take it!”

Lune could only whimper in response, her mind hazy and her breath coming in low, shallow gasps as the aftershocks left her trembling beneath him. Before she could catch her breath, Krog gave one last powerful thrust, his body tensing as he let out a guttural roar. “GRAAAHHHHHHH!” His goblin seed flooded her, the warmth spreading into her womb as he buried himself to the hilt. 

“Ohhh, yes… Feels good, doesn’t it?” Krog muttered, a triumphant grin tugging at his lips as he leaned down, his voice husky and teasing. “Bet you’re wondering if I’ll knock you up, huh? Wouldn’t that be something, carrying the brat of the goblin you lost a bet to? Kekeke!”

Lune’s cheeks burned, her body still trembling as his words sent a wave of heat through her. She bit her lip, unable to form a coherent response as her thoughts swirled with the surreal reality of the situation. Krog’s hands roamed over her thighs, his claws grazing her soft skin as he smirked down at her.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t like it,” he continued, his tone dripping with confidence. “You’re made for this, sexy. Admit it.”

Her breath hitched, her amber eyes flickering with a mix of defiance and reluctant arousal as she turned her head away. Krog chuckled darkly, his claws gently tracing along her hips as he pulled back slightly, prying her loosely clinging legs from his waist. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice softening but losing none of its teasing tone. “We’ve got plenty of time to find out how much you can handle.”

Grik, still seated nearby with his ale, let out a bark of laughter, his sharp teeth flashing in the dim light. “Told ya she’d come around,” he said, raising his mug in a mock toast. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a real winner. Kekeke!”

Lune’s body remained sprawled across the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her mind struggled to process what had just happened. The warmth of Krog’s thick seed lingered inside her, a reminder of just how far she had fallen into their grasp. And yet, a small part of her couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the night had in store…