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Hon was laying down on the front porch of his home, a wooden cabin deep within the Litchway forest, lazily gnawing on a bone and basking in the noon sunlight. Warming his fur as he watches his people pack up their wagon attached to a huge oxen with clothes, supplies, and gifts.
Trakas, a half elf hunter, packing away heavy luggage into the back of the wagon. Leaning back watching his mate Noona, a human mage, as she chases and finally catches their little pup, Leena, a half elf same as her father. Picking her up, seating her at the driver's seat tickling a giggling out of her before handing her a magic puzzle to keep her attention and climbing in after.
Hon’s focus shifts back down to the bone gnawing on its edge. Swiveling his ear towards the crunch gravel on the path to the porch, crunches are soon replaced with the creaks of wooden steps as Trakas kneels down giving Hon a good pat on the head.
“Alright Hon. Me, Noona, and Leena are gonna be out for a month or two visiting her sister for her wedding. It may be take longer since we both know what is gonna happen with the two of em within three miles of each other. You be a good boy and keep the house and goats safe. They should have enough food between their dry feed and the grass in their pens that they won’t have to go out to pasture. And you got enough meat in the lauder to last ya till we get back. We’re gonna get going now, boy.”
Hon lets out a lazy huff to acknowledge he was listening at the end of each of Trakas’s sentences. Chuckling at his dog, Trakas gives Hon one last scratch behind the ear and walks off to climb into his wagon, snapping the reins of the oxen.
As they’re traveling further down the road Hon hears Noona talking to Trakas. “I know I say this a lot but I feel that dog is extremely strange. It almost feels like he’s a person sometimes. Where did you get him from again?”
“Lovely, I said it before, Hon is just like every other dog in the Stagview village, hell some of them are his siblings, cousins and aunts and uncles. Smart and dependable sorts. Nothing strange about em at all.”
“And where did everyone in the village including yourself get those dogs?”
“Ah some dog breeder that lives out in the deep forest, every couple of years she comes to the village with a couple litters of puppies to give out to people. Nothing morbid or arcane going on, hell I’ve been to her home myself to meet Hon’s parents and picked Hon out from his litter. Just a lady that loves dogs as much as the rest of us. Last I heard of her she’s apparently been looking to breed those big domestic cats to help keep the pests and other stuff away that her usual dog breeds can’t handle. You’ve been talking about getting Leena a familiar, why not a cat right?”
“Hm very well, I guess that is a satisfactory answer. It…it just feels like I’m lecturing to an apprentice mage rather than a dog whenever I’m speaking out loud in my study.”
Hon gives an amused huff at Noona’s suspicion of the Denmother as the wagon disappears around a bend and into the woods. She was the one who truly awakened his and his littermate’s minds to be clear as she had done for his parents and their parents before them. Getting bored of the bone he tosses it behind him onto the couch. Standing to his paws and stretching out his back, Hon turns to the closed door and barks out a quick spell of mage hand to open the cabin door, closing it behind him.
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The first few nights Hon just laid about the house, making himself meals from the larder starting with the food that was going to go bad anyway while his family was away, reading Noona’s many spell books that was in her office or just scattered across the house, or laying down atop the pile of dried hay watching the empty headed goats go about their day eating and bleating at random things before going back to eating and napping in the sun or their lean-to.
The sun had set on the fifth day and a hushed night had fallen over the forest. Hon lazily lying on his side, eyes drooping as he is nearing the edge of sleep reading a dreadfully boring magical research paper that Noona peer reviewed ages ago about the life cycle of some silkworm found in the GraveFields, some kind of mysterious desert on another continent, that produced a magical thread when fed a certain alchemical mixture. Hon couldn’t understand how Noona got through the thing multiple times over when he’s only falling asleep three pages in.
Just before he completely falls asleep he hears the fearful bleating of the goats within their pens. Shooting up from the couch he rushes to the back door shouldering it open to land on the back porch to see his charges being backed into the corner of their pen by a small statured creature armed with a wooden spear edging towards a injured goat with another spear in its flank.
Growling at the thought of some creature thinking that it can hunt what is his and his people’s. He races out towards the pens, his paws kicking up loose dirt in his gallop. Crossing within nine meters of the pen he lets out a rumbling bark disappearing in a flash of blue motes, casting a short distance teleport to close the distance between him and the attacking creature. Reappearing with his muzzle in front of the creature with his hackles raised, crouched low, baring his teeth and letting out a reverberating growl.
The small creature screeches and falls back on its ass as it tries to swing its wooden spear in front of it to ward off Hon’s approach, but Hon catches it easily in his mouth and rips it from its hand. Tossing it behind him before he slowly starts to advance on the cowering creature. His rumbling growling echoes into the night time air.
The terrified creature on the grassy ground quickly scrambles backwards until its back hits a wooden post of the fence some three meters away, trembling in fear. With the creature disarmed and distanced from his charges Hon splits his focus onto the injured goat, side-eying the creature making sure it doesn’t try to advance. He pulls the wooden spear out of the goat's flank, the action accompanied by a mournful bleat from the poor goat, and Hon gets a better look at the spear which is more like a wooden stake than a proper spear.
Tossing it away into the lean-to as the goat bleats in pain. Getting close to the injury Hon lays a paw on its shoulder, pressing his weight on the goats side to keep it from moving then lets out a short and soft whine before he licks at it. The skin around the wound begins to glow blue and slowly shrinks. In moments under Hon’s watchful eye the wound closes and Hon lifts his weight off of the goat, giving his leave for it to run back to the tiny herd.
Letting out a huff of satisfaction at the sight Hon then turns his attention to the creature still cowering in fear away from him. As he stalks up to it with his head down he casts a light spell with a swish of his tail and floating it above the thing. Finally getting a proper look of the trembling creature while it cringes away from the sudden bright light.
Skinny to near malnutrition, green skinned, a mop of black hair that is matted with old mud. Covering the majority of its upper face. Large sharply curved ears that point out from its head, fingers that end in sharp claws, a loincloth around its waist, and glimpses of red eyes beneath the black hair .
Hon tilts his head in curiosity, it was a goblin. He read about them years ago when Noona first moved into the cabin with Trakas. They are a small statured tribal species that came from the Fae wilds some hundred thousand years ago. A large number of them live short and violent lives throughout the world, committing banditry on traveling caravans, villages, and townships but still committing tribal warfare between themselves for territory. Though some that live closer to other civilizations take on aspects of that region, some even trade and integrate in many different societies around the world.
From the looks of the sizable breast on its heaving chest, she’s also a female with no markings or body modifications. Based on what he read those markings were usually donned to demote allegiances to a tribe or greater clan of some kind. Clearly meaning that either this female has been exiled, abandoned or the last survivor of some kind of raid.
Hon sits on his haunches in front of the goblinoid tilting his head over her crumpled form, looking down at her as he continues to study the small three foot seven goblin it begins to speak out in stuttered and broken common, surprising Hon with its capability of speech.
“Zis sorry shaman, not know horned fur yours. Zis only saw easy food in trap. Zis was hungry. Please forgive Zis. Zis will leave. Strong shaman will never see Zis again. Zis will leave all Zis has for Shaman.”
The goblin, Zis, apparently strips her only article of clothing on her body, a loincloth that had so many holes and tears it was surprising that it hasn’t deteriorated in a harsh breeze already, and places it in front of him prostrating herself to him.
Hon has seen a naked woman before, from his earliest memories of the Denmother walking freely around her home or beneath one of his older brothers, uncles, or father mating for hours on end to just last week when he entered Trakas and Noona’s room one morning while they were just finished mating and she was moving to their bathroom with the mix of Trakas’s seed running down her legs. He’s never felt anything or paid much attention to them but for some reason Hon is extremely focused on this stray goblin’s body.
The She-goblin named Zis turns around on her hands and knees to crawl away and climb underneath the fence. As Hon leans down to sniff the gifted loincloth he gets a scent he has smelled numerous times before.
The first was when he was still a young pup watching Denmother lying beneath his male family members as they groomed her body before they mated with her. The second instance was when he and Trakas first met Noona, saving her from a pride of mountain lions. She was injured and Trakas had to strip his top layers showing off his physique he gained while hunting in his long life and he smelled on her body. The next several times was after Noona moved in with them, whenever he and Trakas came home from a hunt. Noona always smelled it like before she pulled him into their room for mating. Even after their pup was born, he was tasked to keep her occupied during their time which he accepted without hesitation.
So clearly the goblin wanted to mate or at least saw him as a potential mate, like Noona had with Trakas. Hon has never mated before since it never interested him before and due to the Denmother’s insistent directions to come home to mate with another awakened dog of her choice and never to mate with just any bitch in heat because they aren’t as smart as he and his large family is, which would ruin their “pedigree stock”.
But this goblin is different, firstly she wasn’t a dog and thus couldn’t bear his puppies, secondly she was clearly smart as she learned Common enough to converse if barely, something he has been practicing but still couldn’t speak with his own intelligence. Though he can work on that with her, finally and most importantly she’s right there in front of him already in the proper position as she got stuck underneath the fence somehow. So why not?
Slowly stalking forward as to not to frighten the goblin named Zis as she struggles underneath the fence. Hon extends his muzzle towards her exposed pussy, it being a darker green then the rest of her body and quite hairier as well. He gives it a quick sniff pressing his nose against her hearing her gasp.
“Why Shaman sniffing Zis! Zis leaving!”
Until he licks from the front of her clit up to the top of her asshole, getting a good taste of her. Which he finds delightful surprisingly, having never tasted something similar before, the mix of sweat, grass and her desire to mate mixing together to something he can’t resist.
Pressing his muzzle further into the goblin continuing to lap at her hair pussy as Zis cries out as she doubles her efforts to get away, “Stop shaman stop! Zis taste no good! All bones! Zis leaves- ah! Please shaman- hmmm! Shaman making Zis feel weird! AH!”
Not paying attention to Zis’s complaints, Hon continues to lick her clean until he tastes something new. Some kind of liquid is leaking from Zis’s pussy like honey and compared to the rest of her it tastes divine!
Hon remembers whenever he and Trakas went out hunting and found a beehive Trakas would smoke out the bees and toss him a piece of the combs. Hon would push his tongue into the offered piece to get at the honey which tastes like raw corpses compared to whatever is coming out of Zis. So he did what he has with hives, he sticks his whole tongue inside her getting more of the honey she’s leaking.
Zis lets out a scream,“OH LIGHT! Shaman your tongue inside Zis! It- it feel good~! It much deep, pressing against Zis insides. Zis feels so warm~.”
Slowly Hon noticed Zis rocking back and forth in time with his tongue diving in and out of her pussy as if she’s trying to get his tongue deeper inside her. Hon has no reason not to assist her as he speeds up his tongue which in turn makes more pussy honey leak from her, making Zis yells something in her goblin language and broken Common into the dark forest.
Gripping the grass in front of her grinding her pussy against Hon’s face. “SHAMAN! SHAMAN MAKING ZIS FEEL SO GOOD! ZIS IS ON FIRE! ZIS IS! ZIS IS! AHHHHHHH!”
Hon can feel Zis’s pussy walls clenched around his tongue as she squeals something in goblin, digging her toes into the dirt getting enough traction to push herself from underneath the fence fully and collapses into a pile of mud on the other side as more of her pussy honey runs down her inner thighs joining the puddle underneath her. Hon sits down then barks lightly, teleporting next to Zis’s head while her body shakes. Hon leaned down for a moment to look Zis in the eyes but her hair was still covering her face. Though with the drool running out of her mouth into the mud, it’s clear that she is dazed by her orgasm.
Hon patiently waits for a bit for Zis to recover from her dazed state even as his cock is fully exposed from its sheath twitches with his heart beat. He knows his size is near twelve inches. The small goblin is just tiny compared to his standing height and towers over her as when sitting like he is. With how skinny and small she is, one would think that he would disembowel her before he even gets a quarter of his cock inside her.
But, Hon had listened to Noona's habit of reading out loud about a research paper about goblins which says they are apparently extremely durable due to their faewild heritage so she’ll probably be fine. Soon enough Zis becomes conscious enough to lift her head, dirt dusted with mud clinging to it, then she looks up to Hon canine eyes. Speaking her terrible Common, “Shaman made Zis feel so good. Zis feels so warm and tired. Shaman so good eating Zis.”
Hon nods at Zis and climbs over her with his cock slapping her in the face making her squawk. He then turns and stands over her prone body, firmly bites the nape of Zis’s neck making her jump. “Ah Shaman, Zis sorry for falling. Please no hurt Zis.”
Ignoring Zis as Hon is getting increasingly aroused by the smell of his small mate, he drags her through the mud a bit until ends up on her hands and knees, nearly the perfect height. Letting go of her neck Hon wraps his front paws around her small waist, encompassing it completely and he begins to hump, letting his base instincts take over. Sliding his cock over Zis’s slit covering it in her honey while his cock spills his precum over ass and her slit soaking it further. Zis is moaning underneath him at the sawing motion of his cock on her. “Ahhh Shaman your meat so big, so big will kill Zis. Hmm Shaman want his babies in Zis like Chief. Ahh Shaman so— BIG!”
Finally Hon finds the right angle thrusts to sink half his cock into Zis’s dripping pussy, they both pause for a long moment. Hon panting and basking at the sensational feeling of the wet clenching walls of tight goblin pussy.
The moment is broken by Hon’s joyous bark and slams the rest of his cock into Zis’s pussy. Enjoying the moans and screaming beneath him, Hon quickly plunges his cock back and forth, while his claws dig into Zis’s hips. His hips snapping against her boney ass snarling as Zis writhes and spasms.
Just a few minutes into the fucking, Hon feels Zis raises her head up underneath his muzzle to the night sky, with tears and drooling running down her face, and screaming, “ZIS IS DYING FROM SHAMAN’S FAT MEAT! ZIS IS DYING AND FEELS SO GOOD! AAAHH!”
Zis’s arms give out under her, as she passes out and collapses face first into the mud beneath their coupling, raising her ass further up, giving Hon an even better position to thrust into her. Unconcerned with his mate’s unconscious body as he can still feel her pussy still clenching and milking his dick, he continues rutting into her until he feels his balls churning and his knot grow.
Releasing himself to his instincts Hon slams his knot into Zis and howls to the night sky as he fills his mate for the first time. Leaning down to her body Hon begins to lick the side of her face, pushing up her hair up out of her face, tasting the mud, tears, drool on her face and rousing Zis back to consciousness.
Slowly Hon hears Zis’s breathing start to heave when she rouses to consciousness the second time that night from their mating and gasps as the first thing she feels is the second rope scorching cum filling her. Hon feels her rock hips back and forth on his knot shuddering at each rope being emptied inside her. Zis slides her hand beneath her to feel her slowly extends belly at the sheer volume of cum being dumped into her and giggles in a similar manner to Noona whenever she drank her wine, “Hmmm, Shaman. Zis belly so full. Hehe look at belly! So big and round. AH! Zis feels so warm. Zis loves Shaman Chief. Shaman Chief so warm on Zis back.”
Releasing his forelegs from her hips, Hon lifts one of his legs and turns around to be ass to ass with Zis so they both can be more comfortable as he continues to pump his mate full of his cum. Occasionally as she rolls her hips on his knot getting him to shoot another rope of cum into her. Zis’s pussy shudders, clamping down on his cock while she screams out a moan that she’s on fire, and arches her back as her toes and finger claws dig into the mud.
Some thirty minutes later, Hon feels his knot deflate enough that he gently pulls his cock out of Zis’s pussy, it takes a couple tries of tugging with Zis twisting her pelvis to and arching her back to keep his knot inside her, but with a wet pop he is freed from Zis’s pussy. Turning to his mate, Zis’s lower body falls into the mud without the support of Hon’s cock holding her in place. He watches as his cum spills out of Zis’s pussy, running down her hairy mound, spreading out between her thighs, and mixing into the mud beneath her.
Hon pads around Zis’s prone body to get a look at her face again to see how she is after their first mating and he’s surprised at the sight of her eyes, the normal red sclera of goblins meets black irises with a golden silted pupil at its center. Her eyes stunning him with their incredible beauty that he seems to get lost in them.
She looks up at him, lifting herself on shaking arms and gives him a lopsided smile showing parts of her sharp canines, “Zis make Shaman Chief feel warm, yes? Shaman Chief make Zis feel so warm. Zis happy to have Shaman Chief babies.”
Hon snaps out of his trance within Zis’s eyes, he head after a moment and gives her affirmative bark laying down to get to the same level of Zis he gives her a long lick on her face which she tilts her head up to accept. Though now that his mind isn’t clouded by his need for mating and he’s getting a better look at Zis. Not only did she smell of sex but the entire front of her body is caked in mud with somewhat clean streaks running down her from the sweat that was running down her body during their mating. His eyes run down her body to her hips that are lined with thin red, lightly bleeding, scratches from his claws digging into her. Glancing at his own paws and stomach similarly covered in mud, Hon lets out a huff. Deciding they both need a bath before they mate again.
Hon nudges Zis up with his nose and stands, waiting for her to stand on her shaking legs while more of his cum runs down her inner thighs to her feet. Hon brushes his face against Zis’s neck, turning her head towards the still open back door of the cabin, giving her a soft growl before walking slowly back to the cabin.
Zis immediately nods her head at Hon’s directions, taking a couple steps before latching onto Hon’s fur with one hand while the other rubs her extended belly while it shrinks with his cum running down her legs, keeping herself steady as she walks in step with Hon. He closes the door behind them with a mage hand as they enter the cabin.
“Zis will make Shaman Chief strong babies. Clan will be strongest with Shaman Chief’s spirits.”
Hon rolls his eyes at Zis’s declaration of having his children but he’ll let her have her dreams as he’s pretty sure she isn’t able to anyway. Continuing to lead her into the hallway towards the bathroom to clean her off. Though now that he’s thinking of it, the image of Zis carrying his puppies. Her belly big and her breasts leaking milk, stirred his arousal in his cock and stopped in the hallway.
Zis stops with him and tilts her head at him in confusion while he pads around to her back. Hon sits on his haunches and raises his paws to push her down to the wooden floor with his front paws on her shoulders, aiming his stiffened cock to her soaked pussy quickly finding the hole and begins pounding into Zis while hearing her grunting and gasps at the sudden entry. While her moans and the coupling of their lewd wet mating echoes in the hallway, Hon thinks to himself as he pounds away at his mate feeling his balls begin to churn with another load, surely there’s a spell in Noona’s study that cleans things.