When the sun begins to settle, Aryss the Goblin return to her refuge, after a wonderful day of wandering through the forest. She had successfully captured and eaten a healthy rabbit (After several days of eating anything but mushrooms and fruit, due to her lack of experience in hunting) She also founded a good rock that, with a good sharpening, she'll have a good knife in no time, perfect to assist her old spear. Her refuge on the tree hadn't been invaded by birds, and she hadn't encounter any dangerous predator. So, for her, the day had been successful.
The red hair goblin girl felt proud of herself. She has been almost a week on her own, after abandoning the goblin community she used to live in. Who needed that stupid tribe anyway? Who needed those useless magic teachings of that old hag? Aryss is a free goblin now, with no dumb rules that restrict her to do whatever she wants. Well, it is not like if the rules of a goblin camp were strict, but the fact that they did forbid her to have a boyfriend that is not goblin was an offense that a fine shorstack gal like her would not tolerate! It is not like if she had a mate now, but if she would have one, it definitely will not be an ugly male goblin.
As she walks through the depths of the Farian forest, she begins to think about the relationships in her old tribe. Aryss couldn't understand why her fellow female goblins, the perfect shorstacks (do not let the dwarf or kobold propaganda deceive you) settled for the males of her species. To the rest of the races of the world, Goblins are known to be small, mischievous and chaotic creatures. Not as feral as Orcs, but not as civilized as elves. They were among the shortest races, only being beaten by gnomes and fairies. Their size comes with great perks, it allows them to have great agility and also be good with stealth, but their strength and resistance weren't the best. Goblin males tend to be more lanky, while females are more stacked, having curvy and voluptuous bodies. She also considered the male goblins that she had met hideous (Aside from Ferro, But he was different) A cutie like her couldn't lower herself to such an ugly standard! She needed someone better, someone that didn't try to bite her while enjoying a good afternoon.
Sure, Aryss also a savage creature, but she wanted more than a mate that only caress for fucking, fighting and eating. She tried to try to have a relationship with some goblins back on her tribe, but most of the time they tried to approach her by grabbing her ass and inviting her to their tents... Only for her to kick their crotches and insult them, which make them go away as they insult her back. Different rumors about her started to flow around, making her reputation on the community go down easily. The goblins call her a 'giant lover' or 'size queen' in response of her always rejecting the males of the tribe and only being interesting in taller races.
And the worst part of it, is that they were right, sort of.
It probably started on the day of her first ambush to a caravan. It was a small one, composed of three orcs that guarded it while some horses pull out a wagon, Aryss ignored what the content was, She was hiding behind some bushes alongside a couple of male goblins. Their job was to attack the orcs from behind while the rest of the goblins attack through the front. Everything was going smoothly, with some other hidden goblins throwing rocks and arrows against the orcs. Aryss good near one of them, ready to stab him in the back, but when he turns around, she got frozen as she looks at him.
Such a mighty body, such a tall build. The orc man face was ten times more beautiful than any other goblin, with a long brown beard and a masculine expression of anger that surprised her. For a moment, she forgot about everything. She felt her heartbeat go faster as she looked at him. Her face went red, completely enchanted by the tall orc. But before she could even say hello, her two goblin partners jump against him and start to stab him savagely. She stared at the body of the handsome orc as it began to bleed out. Even though the ambush turns out to be a success, securing tons of goods for the camp, Aryss was completely confused. She had never felt something like that, was that attraction? Love? Amusement? She had never seen an orc before, was that the difference?
But every time that Aryss went out on an ambush, she found herself totally enchanted by any tall opponent that she faced. No matter if it was an orc, an elf or even a minotaur. The attraction she felt for these tall races made her desire them and despise the goblins she lived with. Every time she came back from an ambush, and she had met a taller man, she ended up frustrated due to them eventually being killed or escaping during the ambush. Frustration that she calmed down during the nights, furiously masturbating her cunt until she felt sleep due to exhaustion. The images of those sexy tall men, naked, carrying her like she was nothing, loving her, fucking the shit out of her body with their long cocks, made the pleasure of her masturbation more unbearable. She wanted to have a lover like that, no matter if it was a lanky elf or a bulky minotaur, she won't accept any men that wasn't taller than her. While that was not the only reason why she left her tribe, it had played a slightly important part on her decision. But now, Aryss is completely free, ready to search for a tall humanoid that could value her.
The only problem? She didn't know any settlements nearby, and if she knew one, they probably wouldn't let her in due to her tribal tattoos. They were popular among the tribal races, like orcs, kobolds and beastfolks. While the tattoos are a mark of pride for anyone who belong to a tribe, since most of them represented the deities that the tribes pay tribute too, their design is a sign that whoever carried it on its skin, belong to the feral tribes that attack travelers. Her tattoo, in honor of Mahira, Goblin goddess of hunting, was a long, rustic spear that travelled from her arms to her back. A tattoo blessed by the chamans of the tribe, and it symbolizes the mighty aim of the goddess, whose stories told of her being the best hunter between all ancient gods. But as far as she knew, the ancient gods weren't as accepted on civilization.
At least that's what they have told Aryss.
She finally arrives to her 'hideout', a black wood tree with long, strong branches that carried huge orange leaves in it, leaves that are half the size of Aryss. She climbs it, with her arms clinging to the trunk, slowly reaching one of the branches, from which she had laid the few possessions that she usually carries with her. Her old trusty spear, whose wooden shaft always seems to be at one throw from give up and shatter, a small wool bag that she had earned in one of the ambushes, and a small, rock statuette of Mahira. It was a well crafted item, gifted to goblins who reach the adult age, and it brings luck when hunting. She grabs it and puts it against her forehead, reciting a small prayer to thank her for the successful hunt of today. She wasn't much of a believer, but after enduring several days without eating a good chunk of meat, she thought that it was adequate to say thanks.
Aryss look once again to her surroundings, she found herself alone. The night was beginning, and a cold wind started to move the surrounding leafs, and takes out her tunic, the only piece of clothing that she had, a prize that she had earn after one of the ambushes. The tunic, coated in blue and green colors, was probably destined to be sold to a young orc, since it covered her whole body. Most of the time, she prefers to wear something else when hunting, like the loincloth and small cloth bra that she currently had on her. But the weather had been harsh, with cold winds that had made her shiver, so she had to use the tunic to avoid getting a cold. She looked at herself. Her athletic body has started to get thinner due to the lack of proper food. She's thick like any other goblin girl, but due to her role as a part of the ambushes of the community, she had an athletic build, with an agile body, two large round breasts on the front, a slim torso and her wide hips, accompanied by her huge arse, and her thick legs, the part that she was prouder of, aside of her long bright red hair. She was grateful to find that rabbit, the soft meat of it had given her energy for the whole day.
"I just wished that I had eaten it slower" She says, scratching between her teeth with her finger nails.
As the sun is almost hidden, she grabs her bag and slowly brings out a small rope. She ties it to her body and then to the trunk. A simple measure to ensure that she didn't fall off the tree branches when she sleeps, something that she had to learn the first night that she had slept outside the tribe. She then pulls up two of the nearby orange leaves and uses them as an improvise blanket. The color of it, and the cold wind, reminded her of the nearby winter. Aryss could continue her new nomadic lifestyle, but without a proper refugee, the cold season will be the end of her. As she lays down in the large tree branch, she looks at the sky. She wondered if she had taken the right decision by leaving. She was alone now; it was a miracle that she hadn't found any predator or a rival tribe that could attack her. Goblin's strength resides on their numbers and strategies, so a lonely goblin like her could be an easy target for any foe nearby. Aryss had been cautious while traveling through the Farian Forest, careful of every one of her steps. She had battled the thirst thanks to the river nearby, but hunger had been her toughest enemy. All because the goblins mocked her and her taste in men, especially after the remarks of the ugly witch, that goblin that she always had hated. The one that use to teach her.
"You are useless, You think that you are better than us because of your tastes, but that love that you seek? Will never be rewarded"
Her words echo in Aryss's head, the bitter moment that made her push towards the decision of leaving. The goblin took the Mahira statuette and hugged her between her hands. She kept silent for a moment, and then began to spook softly.
"Hey goddess, Can I ask you for something? I know that I left the tribe, and haven't been very faithful. My offerings are usually very small, and I only pray occasionally. But can you please, please... give me a partner? I don't care if he turns out to be weird or strange, not even if he wants to have more than one partner. I just want someone who appreciated me, someone who I can love...and fuck, don't forget his dick, please... I'll do more offers, and pray for you every day and night. Just please, give me someone to love… and don't forget to make him tall, please… Aryss, your now humble believer"
She hugs the statuette and closes her eyes, wishing for the goddess to have heard her on that lonely night. As she feels the cold wind against her face, she falls asleep, wondering what will happen tomorrow.
Aryss never expected that the first thing that she would bump into as soon she step down of the tree branch, was a naked humanoid. The goblin girl got scared by it, as she had jumped off the tree, ready to start a new day and founded him there, laying against the tree trunk. She had fall in her butt, surprised by the man that had appeared out of nowhere. He appears to be asleep, with short dark red hair covering his eyes, his skin gray as the sky when a storm is starting to brew, a total difference of her soft green skin. His body appears to be very healthy, not as muscular as an orc, but strong as she looks at his physique. She didn't know what he was, until she saw the curvy horns on her head, horns that pointed outside, like the ones of a goat.
"Is...Is an Otlan"
The descendants of demons and angels, she had never meet one in real life. She only had heard of them in the story that the elders of the tribe had told the kids, as a way to narrate their knowledge of the world, and also scare them. Stories told that Otlans were the last remains of the demons on the world, after the purge of the outer lands, or old hell as the elders say. Divided in 18 tribes, they start wandering in the new earth as nomads, carrying the sins with them. Then, a group of angels, seeing their departure from hell, tried to redeem them, and they eventually mix with them.With time, they started to lose their demonic and angelic features, gaining a more "normal" appearance. The best way to recognize them was by their tails and horns, which depending on their tribe, could have different forms. She had forgotten how to difference them, but it didn't matter. There is one sleeping in front of her, unbothered by the soft sounds of the forest. Aryss stands up and grabs her spear, that had fallen to her side from the tree branch. Slowly, the goblin walks towards the otlan, analyzing him.
"How did you get here?" Nothing had interrupted her sleep, so he must be a master of stealth arts, or maybe he uses magic…"
But he didn't appear to have any staff with him (like the ones used by the witches of the tribe) and the man is completely naked, his slim yet strong masculine body in full display towards her. His face, calm and handsome, made her blush a little, but the goblin girl face started to turn completely red as she looks at his body, especially when her big amber eyes reach his crotch. "Oh... For the Spear of Mahira"
Aryss looks down at the biggest cock that she had ever seen in her entire life. To be fair, she had only seen goblin cocks, usually in the communal baths of the tribe, and they weren't anything to be surprised off; small, thin and with strange bulbs on its body. The otlan's cock is completely different; with a great length and thickness, it had to be as long as one of her legs, probably between 24-30 cm. It's smooth gray skin is similar to his body's, yet it has a clearer tone to it. The head of his cock is covered by a thick foreskin, protecting it from the cold winds of the morning. Under such magnificent cock, a heavy, fat pair of round testicles rest against the grass. And the cock appears to be soft, laying against his right thigh.
As she took a couple of steps back, trying to distance herself from him, a realization come to her big head. Could it be that this sleeping otlan is the result of the goddess listening to her prayer? Could the prayer that she had thought to be pointless, have been hear by the deity? She looks back at him once more. otlans were technically a tall race, the sleepy man probably have a height of 1,90m, taller than all the short intelligent races. She didn't know her personality, yet it's what she had always searched for, a tall man. A tall lover.
Aryss shorstack body got filled with excitement as she raises her hands to the sky, full of joy.
"Thank You! Oh Great Mahira! I'll never doubt your kindness! From now on, I'm your greatest believer! I'll give you a thousand offerings, Oh Great deity of the goblins!"
She turns around and stares at the nude Otlan. Her heart is beating so fast that she thinks that it is going to pop out of her chest. She takes out the tunic, then her thin, loincloth bra, releasing her large breasts to the world. Her pointy nipples enjoy the sweet breeze of the forest. Then, she unties her loincloth on her hip, making it fall into the ground. She look at her bush on her crotch, the red straight hairs of her pubes made her smile. She could feel her whole body being on fire due to her horniness, ready to start mating with that man. She wanted to show him her love, and what better way than to having sex with him?
"Well hello, my new boyfriend~" She says, getting near his naked body, ready to enjoy him. "We are going to have so much fun together~"
But as soon as she touches his chest, he opens his eyes.
For a moment, she didn't notice it, but she meets his eyes. Green as the surrounding grass. Before she could say something, he takes her by the shoulders and charges at her, overpowering and now, being below him. Aryss expression had changed completely, she went from being the happiest goblin ever, to tremble in fear as she feels his hands against her. She could feel his strength, a feeling that reminded her when she had been beaten down but more powerful enemies, a terrifying sensation that made her eyes get wet, and tears run down her face.
'How foolish, how could I be so naive? Cressa was right, I'm a useless Goblin... No one will love me, why would I have thought otherwise? This guy is probably a random Otlan and The goddess didn't listen to my prayers…and now it's my end. I just wanted a hot boyfriend… He's probably going to eat me '
But before she could ask for mercy or even cry a scream, the otlan's hand reached her chin in a strange gesture. Then with a serious expression on his face, the otlan kisses her in the lips. Aryss open her eyes wider, as she feels the otlan hugging her thick, petite goblin. His mouth embraces her in a clumsy way, but it slowly turns into a more passionate kiss, one of those that she had always desired off. A warm, delicious kiss of a man. The goblin girl closes her eyes. Completely happy. It seems that the goddess had heard her prayer...
Right?