Chapter 0
Tbosk the Fisher
[NOTICE ~ This is the original Chapter 1 of Tbosk's Adventure. This story has been discontinued pending a rewrite.]
Gruzchug was a small, podunk goblin stronghold in the middle of nowhere and, quite frankly, Tbosk couldn't stand the sight of it much longer. As the sun began to rose and her brethren tucked into their bedding for the day, the young lady secured herself a dull and heavily nicked dagger. She strapped it around a thick thigh and said a simple goodbye to her home. Tbosk wasn't sure where life would take her from here, but she hoped it wouldn't bring her back to the place she was now for a very long time.
Tbsok's hunting skills were top notch. She could catch a rabbit on foot and snatch a bird from the sky. With her extra light skin tone, she had to excel in things like speed and dexterity. Otherwise she would starve, as she didn't quite blend into the forest like other goblins. So, for the first few days of travel, retrieving meals for herself weren't any trouble at all. As the days turned to weeks she noticed the sun falling sooner and sooner. The wind bit at her bare skin and the lovely reds, yellows, and greens of the forest faded. Winter was approaching and approached fast. The small animals were few and far between and birds had all but disappeared completely. Tbosk was beginning to run into trouble.
On a particularly cold day, dragging her feet down a long winding path, Tbosk whined to the empty forest. Her belly rumbled in response. She hadn't managed to catch anything the night before and went to bed hungry. Her sleepy green eyes darted from one side of the path to the other, trying her best to stay vigilant as she trudged along. Unfortunately, she found no movement. No rustling in the leaves, no skittering through the brush, nothing. Then she heard it, a quiet churning. Light splashing. A river! Salvation! Tbosk wasn't an especially skilled fisher, but it was better than nothing. With newfound energy and vigor Tbosk bolted towards the noises.
Just off the trail, through the trees, was a nice clear stream. Panting, her hot breath thick in the cold air, Tbosk stared at her reflection in the water, glee twinkling in eye. She leapt off the rocky shore and into the water with a large splash, the small fish which littered it scattering. Laughing she chased them, swiping wildly, trying her best to snag one with pure luck. She ran in circles, happily chasing them around, the cold water drenching her leather boots and splashing up her short legs. Finally, she managed to snatch one in both hands. It was huge! Its platinum scales shined in the sun as it wriggled in her hands. Its long tail slapped back and forth at her forearms. Tbosk opened her mouth wide and brought the poor thing towards her, ready to take a large bite, but got a little too excited. Her hands squeezed it, in an attempt to steady, and the slimy thing popped free of her grasp, plopped into the water, and rushed off leaving the goblin girl alone in the cold stream.
"Bad luck," A voice chuckled. Tbosk whirled around to see who it belonged to. Up, in the branches of a large tree, sat a man. He was tall with muscular arms and a well defined chest. He wore a heavy deep green cloak, his legs wrapped tightly in red tights. On his feet he wore boots much the same as Tbosk's, except a much darker leather. He had a silly pointed hat atop his head, well sculpted hair on his chin, and a shit-eating grin on his lips. On his back was a quiver packed with arrows and a nicely crafted bow. A Ranger. Tbosk had heard of them, they were basically the boogeyman for goblins, but had never actually seen one. Of course, most goblins that see a Ranger don't live to tell their tale. "I don't believe I've ever seen a imp as lovely as you. May I ask your name?"
"An imp?" Tbosk asked lightly. "I'm a..." she paused. Did Rangers hunt imps? She wasn't sure, but she knew for certain they hunted goblins. "An imp, yes. My name is Tbosk." She moved out of the water, unable to feel her toes any longer, and wiggled her body, trying to throw the water from it. She gave a small shiver, looking back up at the Ranger.
"Bosk, eh? A lovely name as well," He said with a nod. Scooting forward, he dropped from the branch, landing not too far in front of Tbosk. "My name is Robin, I'm a Ranger around these parts. I'm responsible for for keeping the forest free of nasty ogres, trolls, and goblins. As well as the stray bandit or two of course." Tbosk raised her eyebrows, nodding. "Trying to catch yourself some lunch then?" He gestured to the river behind her.
"Yes. I was never much for fishing though," She sighs looking back the stream. Stray hopes of the fish returning on her mind. As she kept her eyes trained on the water Robin ran his eyes along her body. He took his time, drinking in every little bit of her he possibly could. From her neck, down to her open vest where he could just barely see the darker green of her hard nipple resting atop her small perky breasts. He ran them down her tummy, across her cute belly button, to her wide hips and ample thigh. Then he brought them back up, licking his lips slowly.
"Ya know," He says quietly, grabbing Tbosk's attention once more. She looks back to him. "Perhaps... I could help you get something to eat." He offers. His hand lowers to his crotch as he squeezes it lewdly. Tbosk can't help but look down at it. There, packed snugly in his tights, is a large bulge. It's a fairly large size, well defined in the stretchy material, running down his left leg. The meaty head outlined clearly as he began to rub it, letting it grow in front of her. "If you're really that hungry, that is," He added.
Tbosk didn't answer for some time, watching him feel himself in front of her. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she'd sucked a meal from a man. Sometimes it was the only way to get something in her belly and, to be honest, it was quite filling. She may not have to eat for the rest of the day if she were to take him up on it. She was very tempted. She had never seen a human's cock and had only gone to bed with filthy goblins. The thought of a human excited her, as it always had, and she could feel her mouth begin to drool. It'd be nice to have a hot meal after so long, after-all.
Without a word she lowered to her knees before him, eyes staring up at his. A crooked grin crawled to his lips as he unfastened his belt. Tbsok took hold of the waist of his pants and pulled them down, slowly. His pale skin covered in goosebumps as the cool air brushed passed, his already throbbing cock springing free of its snug confines. Tbosk wrapped a minty hand around the thick shaft, stopping to admire its form for a moment. It was long, much longer than she'd ever seen, and thick enough for her finger not to meet over the top. She stroked slowly, feeling it grow still, meaty balls swaying gently below with her movements. The fat pink head beaded with gooey pre-cum, drooling down the underside of the shaft and onto her hand.
Tbosk leaned in, letting her hot breath coat his hanging balls for a moment before she took one in her mouth. She sucked deeply, enjoying the musky scent filling her nostrils. She could feel her mouth filling with spit as she hungered for him, making sure to give the other cum filled ball just enough attention. Her hand pumped rhythmically, up and down, as she took her time teasing the Ranger. The her hand stopped stroking, moving up to the head and rubbing it, massaging it, feeling the hot sticky liquid that beaded at the end coating her palm. She ran her long pale green tongue up the underside of his shaft, coating it with hot spit.
As she reached the top of his shaft, she released the head and let him fall heavily down onto her tongue, taking him into her mouth. He soft lips teased the ridge of his cock as her tongue swirled around the pink sucker. Robin let out a lustful groan, the warmth of her plentiful saliva welcome on such a cold day. He place a hand atop her head, running it through her long dark blonde hair. Tbosk shut her eyes and bobbed her head slowly. Her hand moved to his his hanging nuts, long nails gently grazing him as she groped and felt them filling with her hot meal. She felt his pulse in her mouth, beating quickly, as she took more in. The juicy head bumping the back of her throat and then pushing down. Her neck bulged with his size.
Robin felt his knees weakening. He wasn't expecting Tbosk to be able to take him so easily. Shuddering in front of her the Ranger moaned into the empty forest. Tbosk returned with a moan of her own, tongue and throat buzzing all around him as she sucked. Listening to the lewd sloppy sounds surrounding them as she sucked and slurped on that big fat dick, drool running down her round chin and dripping onto her bare chest. She quite enjoyed the taste of a human, certainly more than she enjoyed the taste of a goblin. Tbosk opened her eyes once more and wiggled a little. She sank down his length, her nose pressing to his pelvis as she stared up, holding him down her throat for a moment.
Robin's body tensed, his fingers tangling in her hair. Closing his eyes, he quivered for the goblin girl. She quickly pulled back, leaving the fat head in her mouth, as she felt his balls filled to their capacity. A salty thick torrent of hot seed erupted into her mouth. It came quickly, flooding her cheeks. She began gulping down all she could, drinking it greedily, but she just couldn't drink fast enough. Choking slightly, a burst of cum ran down her chin, coating it white, before the last shot ran down into her hungry belly. Robin panted over her, leaning back on his tree, doing his best to catch his breath. Tbosk took him from her mouth with a pop and ran her tongue around the head, licking all the spit and cum she could from it, wanting every drop.
"By Gods," Robin panted as she sat back with a chuckle. Tbosk licked her licks happily, wiping her chin clean and then quickly licking her hand clean. Satisfied, Tbosk wrapped her hand around her dagger. She'd always wanted to learn how to use a bow...
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