by Wes Havoc
Cleo smiled and told her, her cheeks warming up, about how she dealt with the goblins up until that point. Alissa pulled a short knife from under her excuse of a pillow.
“I stole this some days ago. I’ll go with you.”
The two slipped out of the tent and inside the forest, walking around to the other side of the camp. The goblins still snored. The two girls approached a couple of them silently, immersed in darkness.
“I’m not exactly aroused right now,” said Cleo, without looking up at the other girl, “but I’ll just, uh, touch myself a bit and then we’ll throw some pebbles so these two wake up. They’ll come our way and we kill them.”
Alissa nodded, an intense gaze upon her pretty face. She watched from the tree across from Cleo, clutching her knife.
Cleo sighed, pulling her undergarment aside. She rubbed a digit over her clit, keeping her legs closed for privacy. Her eyes kept drifting to Alissa’s nipples, hard against the cloth.
The princess went on touching herself, the legs she pressed together more getting in the way than anything else. She sighed a moment later, uninspired and tense. “I think I’m a little shy,” she murmured, laughing.
She expected Alissa to laugh along or something, but the other walked to her, standing behind her. Her full chest pressing against Cleo’s back, she felt it when Alissa dropped her mouth close to her ear.
“I’ll help you, don’t worry,” the warm breath made her skin tingle. Alissa stretched her hand, cupping her cunt. Cleo gasped. “Shh,” Alissa cried in the very same tone she used with Lara. “Relax, focus on the mission.”
The fingers opening her labia and rubbing over her clit were soft and gentle. Alissa pressed a digit against her entrance and brought her mouth to Cleo’s ear. She nibbed there and Cleo had to bite her lips together not to moan.
Alissa’s forefinger slid inside of Cleo easily all the way to the base. She brought it out then dipped it in again, her thumb caressing the bundle of nerves. She brought the soaked finger out to slid over the clit.
“Is it good enough?” She whispered after a moment.
Cleo jolted as if just remembering what they were doing. “Yes.” She pulled away from the girl and knelt to grab a pebble. Waking the two goblins close to them, the girls killed them in no time.
Alissa smiled as she cleaned the blood from her blade. “I’m so glad you convinced us of doing that.”
Cleo smiled back, nervously. They went on to kill two other pairs of goblins.
Pulling the undergarment away, Cleo knew she was dry once more but wasn’t about to disclose this to Alissa. She stopped with her back to the tree and closed her eyes, forcing herself to remember the changeling and his tongue on her, even if Alissa’s presence was clear beside her.
“Let me help,” Alissa murmured and, before Cleo could reject it, she heard the girl’s steps crashing the leaves in front of her. Cleo opened her eyes but saw nothing.
Alissa’s tongue met her pussy, making Cleo jolt. She held back a gasp. It had been just a few hours since she found out how good it could be to get sucked, but she never imagined a girl doing that on her. The warm tongue dived in her cleft, soaking her, rubbing against her. Alissa used her thumbs to pull her thighs apart, pressing her face to suck on her clit. Cleo dipped her head against the tree, jutting her hips out before she could notice.
A rustle behind her made her remember why the hell a pretty girl was sucking on her.
She looked over her shoulder and saw one of the goblins sitting up, his nose sniffing. Cleo paused a hand over Alissa’s head as they watched the goblin wake another two on his path before entering the forest.
Her juices still smeared Alissa’s chin as they kicked earth over the three dead goblins. Without wiping it off, Alissa walked behind a tree to where other three goblins slept. She looked up to Cleo and there was a fire in her eyes, though the princess couldn’t be sure of the reason.
“Here, let’s get these ones,” she said. They went on to wake and kill another eight goblins this way. Just six left, and the leader. Alissa turned to Cleo, smiling. “I can’t believe we’ll actually make it.”
Cleo grinned back. She was surprised herself. That was an incredibly large group and they were about to end them! Just a little more, and she’d be able to take these girls back to the village.
The next set of goblins was the hardest - they were laying very close to one another. They’d have to be careful.
Cleo undid her undergarments and let them drop to the floor. After this, she wouldn’t need them any longer. She brought a hand under her skirt - she’d touch herself a little, and she knew she could do it this time. She’d just have to imagine Alissa’s tongue between her lower lips. She was looking at the camping when Alissa’s steps stopped in front of her again.
The girl knelt. “Let me help,” she murmured. Cleo looked down on her, about to tell her it wasn’t needed, but the brunette had such flames in her eyes Cleo’s lust immediately burned in her veins. She nodded.
Alissa devoured Cleo’s cunt as if she had been starving. The princess was soaking wet just a moment later. The tongue in her warmed her blood. She knew she was dripping, but she didn’t want to stop. Just looking down at Alissa, a hand reaching under her own dress, made Cleo approach the edge even faster. Rubbing, licking, sucking, Alissa pinpointed her attention completely on the sweet pussy, dripping wet because of her. She couldn’t keep herself from touching her own cunt, from massaging her aching clit. She approached the edge with Cleo.
Cleo jutted her hips out, gasping. Intense pleasure blinded her, burning. She bucked her hips once, then twice, then she exploded. Alissa pressed her face against her, not stopping her motions until she came too. The two moaned in unison, crying out in pleasure.
The princess was still high with aftershocks running through her body when she heard the steps. The calls. High-pitched voices speaking in a rude tongue.
She was still quivering with Alissa’s lips on her when the first goblin took her by surprise.
6
Cleo didn’t even have the time to push her skirt down. The goblins clutched her wrists and dragged her amid a cacophony of yells and celebrations. Some screamed enraged after finding the dead bodies. Others stared intently at her glistening pussy, their cocks hardening.
She tried to pull herself free but the three goblins holding her fought back and managed to tie her to the same pole Lara had been tied to. Unlike Lara, they tied her kneeling, her face touching the pole, her naked ass high up in the air. Alissa was thrown on the ground close to her tent as the other two girls left it. One of the goblins, carrying both her sword and Alissa’s knife, ran inside the boss’ tent.
Cleo cursed herself. What a stupid move. She got too distracted with Alissa sucking on her, and moaned out loud. How idiot could she be? How desperate for an orgasm? That was so fucking sad.
She looked over her shoulder. There were only six goblins anyway. And the boss. If one of the girls managed to set her free… They could take them on. They could have their freedom.
Lara and Bree helped Alissa up. Her eyes were still two burning ambers as Cleo met her gaze, trying to tell her not to lose faith. Trying to tell her they still had a chance.
The leader left the tent and the others shut up. He had an irate look on his face. The goblin carrying her sword left the tent too and stood on the entrance. Cleo looked at him and at Alissa, hoping she’d understand.
The leader approached her with hard steps. He yelled, roared and grumbled. He pointed to his subordinates and clearly insulted them. They dropped their heads, accepting the scolding. The leader yelled some more.
He approached Cleo from behind. She watched him over her shoulder, frowning in defiance. The leader lifted his chin and rose a hand. He slapped her ass once, making it bounce. She winced.
One of the goblins laughed. The leader stretched a smile, repeating the action. Cleo winced with the sharp pain again but said no word.
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bsp; Alissa took a step to the side.
The leader spoke some more, walking closer to the goblins and reaching her side. Cleo adjusted her knees so she’d sit over her ankles, trying to numb the pain on her backside. Turning to her, the leader reached a hand to her off-shoulder blouse and pulled it down.
He laughed as her breasts bounced, spilling down her corset. The nipples were still hard because of Alissa’s attention on her cunt. The leader grinned, stretching a hand and pinching her nipple hard. Cleo whelped.
He brought a hand to the top of her head, clutching a handful of her blond hair and pulling it back. Cleo wished she could make him combust with her gaze. The leader pulled his pants down, saying something in his language. His cock sprang out, hard.
For the first time, she saw the reason his cock made Lara cry out in pleasure. It had all these little bumps that would definitely give an interesting effect once inside her cunt… Cleo frowned harder, more because of her own lack of sense and lust.
Pulling her hair, he brought his cock closer, slapping it on her cheek. She tried to pull away but he kept her in place. The acrid smell made her nose curl. He pulled on her hair harder and she opened her mouth to cry out. He used that to stick his cock in her mouth.
He laughed, pumping inside her warm and wet mouth. Cleo whimpered around his cock, trying to hold her breath not to taste it. His motions made her tits bounce, hitting the pole. She could see, with the corner of her eye, a couple of goblins stroking their own cocks.
She knew she was getting wet again. It seemed her pussy had no limits.
The leader stopped his thrusting and she wondered what was wrong. He gasped, started to yell and then a wave of warm liquid washed Cleo’s face.
She jerked back and managed to let his cock go. A moment later, her hands dropped from around the pole, free.
Cleo brought her hands up to wipe on her eyes. It was blood. Black goblin blood. The leader had his throat cut.
She shot to her feet, looking around to see Alissa brandishing her own sword against the goblins. Cleo found Alissa’s knife and jumped for it, not giving a shit if her wet pussy was exposed or if her tits were bouncing wildly. She jumped to help the girl, slashing the rest of the group.
It hadn’t been pretty or honorable. But a couple of minutes later, they had killed what was left of the goblin group. Alissa was panting as their gazes met. She grinned.
“We made it!”
Cleo finally pushed her skirt down, laughing. “We did.”
7
It had been too dark to take the girls back that night, so as Cleo cleaned herself, the others cooked some food, found better clothing and the four of them ate and rested. By the first morning light, they were ready to go.
Cleo put the leader’s head in a sack and collected a bunch of goblin weapons from the floor to use as proof. She guided the girls back to the village, extremely proud of herself.
“So, what’s your plan now?” Asked Alissa, putting a strand of black, short hair behind an ear. “You’ll go back to the capital to fetch your reward?”
Cleo shook her head. “No. I’m not backtracking. I’ll move on to the next big city and get the reward there.”
“The road is not exactly safe,” said Lara. “I’ve heard of some changelings up in the hills. You better be careful.”
The memory of that big chunk of a cock between her legs made Cleo immediately wet. A part of her, the naughty part, the part that wasn’t all that mad with everything she did, hoped she would meet some changelings.
“I’ll be careful. There are no other ways to become an adventurer without taking risks.”
The other girls smiled at her as they approached the village’s entrance. Some early risers were staring at them with wide eyes.
“Thank you again,” Bree smiled. “I hope we can all be whatever we want.”
“Hope I can meet you again once I become an adventurer,” Alissa smiled, winking.
Cleo’s pussy tightened instantaneously. “Yeah. I can’t wait for that.”
THE END
THE
NOVICE HEROINE NAUGHTY ADVENTURES
BOOK 2
1
Cleo de Veaux stopped for a moment to stare up at the arch that marked the entrance to Belisk. The portal was so flawless it seemed carved out of a single stone. The city’s name was carved on the top of the arch, in big, bold letters so everyone who arrived could see it. It wasn’t like someone could miss it.
Flanked on both sides by tall walls, the city of Belisk was larger than the town around the castle. Seeing this one, Cleo could even say the one around the castle leaned more to a slum than a proper city. She crossed the portal with wide eyes, seeking to absorb everything she saw.
Cleo had arrived close to noon and the city bustled with life. Busy sellers called for attention, guards patrolled the streets, people from all levels of the social strata bumped shoulders in crowded streets. Thinking of how easy it would be to have her purse stolen in such a busy place, she placed a hand over it and another over the hilt of her sword.
The purse was now some coins heavier. The thought of it made her flush with pride.
After she rescued the girls from the goblins and left them with their families, she gave herself a day off. The village, full of hypocritical cowards that didn’t move a finger to save the girls but now said they were about to do so, received her well enough. She was treated to a proper bath, a clean bed, and food. Though it had been nothing near what she had back home, the fact the bed was hard and the bath cold didn’t bother her. She reminded herself it was part of the adventure. As she finished her dinner, one of the villagers arrived with a well-dressed man who looked at Cleo with a cocked brow, clearly doubtful of her adventurer status. He checked on the girls and heard the story. Begrudgingly, he paid Cleo a couple of gold coins and congratulated her under his breath.
One of the girls had been furious the lives of the three of them were worth no more than two gold coins, but the man just shrugged it off before leaving the place, wiping invisible dust off his shoulders.
Cleo wasn’t complaining. Her goal was not getting rich doing that. She was aware she’d need the money to feed herself and pay for inns, but that was not the main thing about this business. What she really liked thus far was how powerful she felt when the goblins’ blood dripped down her fingers. How pride filled her when one of the girls smiled thankfully at her.
Even with everything they’d been through, they still had dreams they would fight for.
She left the small village with sunrise and after a couple of stops to rest her feet, she arrived in Belisk. Her stomach rumbled with hunger, and she did not forget she wanted to change her outfit. She looked around herself, searching for the main street, somewhere she could find both a tavern, a restaurant, and an outfitters store.
Cleo tried her best not to look as bewildered as she felt, but it was quite hard. People from all ages and colorful clothes and accents. She had never felt so ignorant. The weight of her gilded life pressed on her shoulders.
Putting a strand of blond hair behind an ear, she leaned over a stall on one of the crowded streets. An old man talked to more than two people at once, and the crowd pressed against her back as she admired the bronze bracelets he had for sale. Dainty little things, simple and yet pretty. She admired the work, wondering if she should buy one of them. At least as a mark of her being there. Of her being able to pay for things with her own money…
She stretched a hand to pick one up. That’s when she first felt something was off.
The person pressing against her was too insistent. He was practically glued to her back. Looking sideways, she noticed even though the place was crowded, she was the only one being pressed like that.
Blinking a couple of times, she tried to ignore it and turned back to the bracelets. With a disappointed sigh, she dropped her hovering hand as the seller took that specific bracelet to another person. She turned to the others, decided to
choose one.
She felt the warmth of skin against her thigh and froze, confused. What…?
Fingers. Fingers pressed against her exposed thigh and slid right under her skirt, touching the bottom of her ass. Her heartbeat picked up but she was frozen in place.
The fingers slid around the hem of her skirt, the warmth burning her skin as it circled her thigh.
Her nipples hardened against her will.
Those fingers massaged the inside of her thigh, so very discreetly no one around noticed it. He reached up, touching her bare crotch. A jolt of pure lust shot through Cleo.
What the hell was wrong with her?
A stranger was touching her under her skirt and she felt herself going wet.
Her inner muscles clenched and relaxed, and she didn’t want to, she knew it was wrong… But her body would not obey her. Her body wanted more.
The fingers against her crotch pulled her lips slightly apart. The middle finger touched her clit, lighting her on fire, then slid down to probe at her entrance. She was soaking wet.
“Fuck,” a grave voice behind her growled against her hair. She felt a hard length against her back.
Cleo had to be out of her mind.
Her elbow shot out to hit the man behind her. He yelped, pulling his hand out from her skirt and taking a step back. Grasping her sword, she turned, her face bright red, a hand balled to a fist, ready to either punch him or slash his head off.
The man stared back at her and a grin slowly formed across his face.
A smirk that told her he knew she had been liking it. Cleo knew it was true. She didn’t know how or why, but her body seemed to be liking plenty of things she wasn’t supposed to.
With rage burning on her throat, more against herself than against the man, she turned away and strode up to the street.
What was wrong with her? Though a rebellious one, she was a princess, and she had been raised to give pleasure, not receive it. And yet… Yet she had enjoyed that werewolf licking her, and the goblins touching her. She had enjoyed watching as the goblins made the girls cum again and again. She had liked being touched by a stranger in a crowded street.