Chapter 1: Introduction
The forest was a symphony of green, the canopy above blocking out most of the sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of earth and the faintest hint of decay, but it was a comforting smell to Smigle. He was a goblin, short and green-skinned, with a face that would make a troll run for cover. His eyes, however, were a bright, piercing blue, and they sparkled with determination and something else—a longing. Smigle's heart the need to find treasure. He didn’t do it for himself really.
Being a goblin, the riches had no meaning in the way they would for a human or an elf. But he always knew he could inspire his goblin brethren. He was a little horny goblin. He wanted to do more than just live.
He pushed aside a thicket of twisted vines, their thorns snagging on his rough, moss-green hide, and stepped into a small clearing. The air here was different, heavier, and the usual chorus of forest creatures seemed to have gone quiet. A shiver ran down Smigle's spine, but he pressed on. This wasn't his first time in the enchanted forest, and it certainly wouldn't be his last.
But something about this particular day felt different. The fog was thicker, the shadows darker, and the usual chatter of birds and rustling of leaves seemed to have been silenced by an unseen force.
Smigle's keen ears picked up a faint sound, a soft whimpering that sent a jolt of alarm through his stubby body. He froze, his eyes scanning the gloomy clearing. There, half-hidden behind a gnarled tree, was a crumpled figure. The whimpering grew louder, and Smigle realized with a start that it was a human. A woman, to be precise, and from the look of her, a highborn one at that.
Her long blonde hair was matted with dirt, and her elegant gown was torn and filthy. She was bound and gagged, her wrists and ankles tied with thick, rough rope. Smigle's heart pounded in his chest as he crept closer, his eyes wide with surprise and concern. He had heard tales of the sorcerer who ruled this part of the forest, and the whispers of a princess taken captive. He had thought it to be a myth.
Princess Isolde, if she was indeed the princess, was a far cry from Smigle's image of a delicate flower who needed rescuing. But she was the one bound and captured for a reason, of this much Smigle was sure.
But Smigle couldn't resist helping someone. Not when he was such a horny goblin. Smigle's initial shock gave way to a surge of determination. He might have been an ugly, short goblin with skin the color of a diseased leaf, but he had a heart larger than any ogre's, and a will to match. He approached the princess cautiously, his eyes darting around the clearing, half-expecting a trap. But the forest remained still and silent, as if holding its breath.
"Well, well, well," Smigle muttered under his breath, eyeing the princess.
She looked to have a figure of such proportion that it could only be as women of noble blood. She was passed out but her tit was hanging out. Smigle was never one to shy away from a damsel in distress but the sight of a woman's tit this way, it was almost too much for the horny goblin. She was the first human woman he had ever encountered. He licked his lips and considered what to do next.
He hesitated, his stubby hands twitching with uncertainty. As much as he wanted to help her, he knew the dangers of the forest all too well. But his resolve hardened as his eyes drifted to the glistening wetness on the princess's hem. Smigle's eyes grew wide and he licked his lips again. The princess was trembling slightly. She was wearing a beautiful emerald green dress, which was torn at the collar. The fabric of the dress was riding up and he noticed her leg.
The way the soft curves of her thigh were exposed and the way the wetness she left on the ground seeped into the hem of her dress was intoxicating. It had been a long time since Smigle had been close to a woman, let alone one as beautiful as Princess Isolde. He leaned in, his eyes on her exposed breast, taking in the soft, inviting mounds of her flesh through the torn fabric. They were not small, he tilted his head to admire their fullness. He looked upon her body, his heart pounding in his chest with a need he hadn't felt before.
The princess stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal a pair of deep, sapphire eyes. She looked at him, confusion and fear warring in her gaze. "Who are you?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from the gag.
Smigle, his heart pounding like a tiny drum in his chest, reached out with his stubby, green fingers and began to untie her bonds. His hands, rough and calloused from a lifetime of scavenging and digging, worked quickly and deftly, undoing the knots with surprising ease. He wanted her out of the bonds, so he could see her body fully.
He resisted the urge to touch her, to feel those curves that were so prominently exposed. Her body was so soft and so tender. And her skin was so pale in comparison to his. It was a stark contrast. He was a horny goblin, but he knew better than to act on his urges. She was a damsel in distress.
Her eyes flicked to his, her gaze a mix of bewilderment and curiosity. "Please, untie me," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. Smigle nodded, his fingers working even faster.
"I'll get you out of there, Princess," he murmured, his voice gruff but gentle. A small smile played on the princess's lips, and Smigle found himself smiling back. He wondered what she must think of him, a goblin with a face only a mother could love, rescuing her from her bonds. But he didn't care. There was something about her he wanted to take care of. She had an aura of innocence that made Smigle want to protect her from what ever balled her up.
The last of the knots fell away, and Princess Isolde blinked her now unfettered eyes, her back arching in a stretch that sent a thrill through Smigle's body.
He quickly averted his gaze from her heaving bosom, trying to focus on her face. "There you go, Princess, you should be able to stand now."
Their fingers brushed as Smigle helped her to her feet, and he felt a spark of electricity shoot through his body. That made him even hornier, if that was possible. Her eyes darted around the clearing, wide with fear and uncertainty. "Where am I? What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Smigle's brow furrowed in concern. "You're in the Dark Enchanted Forest," he explained. "I found you tied up here.
It looks like you have been here for a time." He recalled the wetness and the way the fabric of her dress had clung to her thighs. He blushed slightly.
She looked around, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of recognition. "The sorcerer... he took me. I don't know where I am or how long I've been here. I tried to run as soon as I saw my opportunity. Then I had been dragged back into the forest ."
Smigle nodded, his expression grim. He knew all too well the tales of the sorcerer's cruelty, and the thought of Princess Isolde at his mercy sent a shiver down his spine.
"Don't worry, Princess," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "I won't let him hurt you again. I promise."
The princess's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, as if she were fighting back tears. When she opened them again, she looked at him with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. "Thank you," she whispered. "I'm Isolde. And you are...?"
"Smigle," he replied with a small bow. "Just a lowly goblin, but I mean to see you safe and clear of the sorcerer and this forest."
Isolde's gaze softened, and she offered him a small smile.
"Thank you, Smigle. I am grateful for your help." Her voice was like music to Smigle's ears, a melody he could listen to for hours. He felt a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the muggy air of the forest.
Smigle shrugged, trying to play off the compliment. "It's the least I could do, Princess. Besides, I couldn't very well leave you here to rot, could I?" He gestured around the clearing, his eyes finally adjusting to the dim light filtering through the canopy. He knew they needed to move, to put as much distance between them and the sorcerer as possible.
But he also knew that Isolde was probably weak from her ordeal, both physically and emotionally. She needed rest, and Smigle was determined to give her that, even if just for a brief moment.
"Come on, Princess," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's get you somewhere safe, at least for a little while. We can figure out our next move after that."
He offered her his arm, and to his surprise, she took it. He gave her a comforting smile and he led her towards a cluster of dense bushes. The foliage was thick and dark, shielding them from the view of the forest floor. He couldn't help but notice how small and fragile she seemed.
Princess Isolde's body felt tender and soft against his rough, calloused skin. He had never been so aware of the differences between his kind and hers. But he also couldn't help but notice the way her body felt against his. He knew it was inappropriate to think of these things but he was a horny goblin. To his surprise, the princess didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into him slightly, her body pressed against his as if seeking comfort in his presence.
Her soft bosom pressed against him and Smigle's heart began to race. He wanted nothing more than to explore her body. The thought of holding her even closer. But he knew he had to be careful.
He was a horny goblin after all. But as he was helping her, he noticed the princess’ soft breath against his skin and the coconut sent of her hair. Smigle could feel his urges rising. He needed to focus, but her delicate hands touching his rough green skin was making it difficult. He could see the slight rise and fall of her chest. He could see the rise of her breast.
Smigle turned to her his eyes softened and his voice gentle. Smigle was in control. He needed to be in control. Maybe he should not have mentioned that he was a horny goblin to himself. He needed to keep his grog under control. The princess needed his help.
He could deal with his urges later. Smigle guided Isolde through the dense undergrowth, his senses on high alert. He could hear the faint rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the steady drumbeat of his own heart. He needed to keep her safe, and that meant focusing on the task at hand and not the way his body responded to hers. She clung to his arm in the dim light, her fingers digging into his rough skin. He was a horny goblin but he had a sense of responsibility.
The princess leaned into him slightly, her body pressed against his as if seeking comfort in his presence.
With every step into the forest and travel, Isolde rested her hand on his arm, trusting him more than ever as she had never encountered anyone so kind-hearted, despite his rough exterior. The princess, wobbly on her feet, clung to Smigle, she walked slowly, her body unsteady. Smigle stood patiently, his eyes scanning the dense foliage for any signs of danger.
"Where are we going, Smigle?" Isolde asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know this part of the forest at all."
Smigle, with his lame face and awkward mannerisms, looked down at her, his eyes filled with determination. "I know a place, deeper in the forest, where we can rest and regroup. It's not far, but we'll need to be careful. The sorcerer's minions could be lurking anywhere."
Isolde nodded, her grip on his arm tightening slightly.
As she moved, Smigle couldn’t help but notice the gentle jiggle of her ass and the way her cleavage seemed to spill out of her dress. This was a distraction for Smigle, but he was a horny goblin and he had to be in control. This was the damsel in distress. He couldn't be in control, he had to be protective and kind.
Smigle turned to her, his eyes softened and his voice gentle. He was an ugly and short goblin, but he was determined. There was something about her that he wanted to protect. He was a horny goblin, but he was a honourable one. They continued to walk through the dense foliage, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Smigle led her to a hidden grove, shielded by a circle of ancient, gnarled trees.
"I was supposed to be married to a prince," Isolde said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. I was captured by the sorcerer before I could even reach the castle.
I was going to have to deal with my nobility to marry the prince. The prince was a noble of an underling kingdom. Princess Isolde sighed deeply, her voice trembling as she spoke, "I was supposed to marry him, a prince from a neighbouring kingdom. My family had arranged everything. But the sorcerer, he… he took me before I could even reach the castle. I don't know what he wanted with me. I only know that he planned to use me against my family. But I will never give in to him."
Smigle looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of pity and admiration. "You're safe now, Princess. I won't let anyone hurt you again," he reassured her, his voice firm and resolute. "You are safe with me and your safe, princess." He could see the fear in her eyes, but also a glimmer of hope.
Smigle, conscious of his responsibilities as a protector, knew he had to be vigilant and strong for her. Still, the forest was daunting, and the princess was dirty, her clothes torn and her body caked with mud and grime. The sight of her in such a state filled him with a mixture of concern and determination. The princess hesitated, her eyes darting around the clearing as if expecting the sorcerer to appear at any moment. And then to his surprise, she began to walk towards the water and the lake she sought, her steps slow but steady. The lake was hidden by the trees. He had never noticed it in his time in the Dark Enchanted Forest. She could really needed that water and he could hardly blame her, the princess needed it. She needed to be clean.
The water in the lake was dark and still, reflecting the gloomy sky above.
"Smigle, would you mind leaving me alone for a moment? I need to take a quick dip in the lake. The sorcerer made me wear this dress. I want to get it out of my sight. I feel like the metal of the dress is still attached to me. I just need to feel clean again." she asked softly, her voice tinged with embarrassment. Smigle nodded and turned away and gave her some privacy.
He walked a few steps away and glanced over one last time before finding a place behind a bush. Smigle lay down in the shelter of the foliage, the leaves above providing a comfortable covering. It was just his luck to be in such a close proximity.
This paltry foliage would offer little protection from any prying eyes. Who knew who or what lurked in the forest?
Suddenly, Smigle heard the rustling of fabric and the soft splash of water as Isolde’s steps approached the lake.
She undressed slowly, her fingers trembling slightly as she untied the laces of her torn and filthy gown. She felt the cool air on her skin as she let the fabric slip from her shoulders, revealing her soft, pale flesh. The sorcerer’s dress was a cinder block; it felt like it was weighing her down. The darkest part of her mind was telling her to run at the lake and dump herself in. It was the most natural thing to happen. The dress had a trinket around her waist and she felt like a great weight off her shoulder, she pulled it over her heads and dropped it on the ground.
And as she undressed further, the water lapping gently at her feet, she felt a sense of liberation and freedom that she hadn't felt in what seemed like an eternity. She let her dress fall to the ground, a pile of tattered fabric and filth.
And Smigle watches her, his eyes fixed on her body.
As she stepped into the cool water, a shudder ran down her spine, sending a ripple effect that caused the water to ripple, and his breath caught in his throat. The water was clear and almost transparent, giving him an unobstructed view of her naked body. Smigle's heart pounded in his chest, his eyes roaming over her curves with a hunger he had never felt before. He knew it was wrong to spy on her at such a moment, but he couldn't tear his gaze away.
Her body was a masterpiece, pale and perfect, with soft curves that begged to be touched. He wanted to trace the line of her spine, to cup her breasts in his hands, to feel the softness of her skin against his rough, calloused fingers. The sight of her was torture, the hardest torture he could endure.
He stroked his cock, his fingers wrapping around the length of his shaft and squeezing just hard enough to elicit a gasp. His heart thumped wildly in his chest, a mix of desire, guilt, and raw need coursing through his veins. He knew he was a horny goblin and he needed to control himself. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the image of her body in the water. He squeezed his cock harder and tried to rationalize his actions, it was involuntary. It wasn't his fault that he was a horny goblin. He knew better than to get his rat out and stroke himself to the vision of a woman.
He needed to keep his head clear and protect Princess Isolde from the sorcerer. But the way the water cling to her skin, the way it caressed her body, the way it clung to her curves, it was too much for Smigle.
He was a horny goblin, the water made her body glisten and glimmer, the way the water moved around her. His hand moved faster, his grip tightening around his throbbing cock. and he could hear the sound of the water lapping against her skin, the sound of her soft moans as she submerged herself in the cool water, the sound of her body as she submerged herself in the water.
His cock throbbed in his hand, the veins pulsing with a need he couldn't ignore. He was a horny goblin. He was a horny goblin, and he wanted to feel the tightness of her wet sex in his hand.
He wanted to feel her pussy tighten around his cock. He knew he needed to control himself, but he was a horny goblin. It was hard for him to not have her. He heard the soft sounds of Isolde moving in the water. He could feel his cock harden as he listened to her splashing around in the lake. He knew she was probably washing the dirt and grime from her skin, and he could imagine her big tits and ass as she washed herself in the lake. He had to have her, but how?
He was a goblin. He knew he couldn't go to her, he had to protect her, he had to keep her safe. But he wanted to be inside her. But he was a horny goblin and he had to keep his cock in his pants. He had to control himself. He could not give in to his urges.
Smigle heard a noise above the sound of the water and the splashing. He froze and looked around, his eyes scanning the area. A traveling toad, ugly and misshapen, stopped at the lake's edge, its beady eyes fixed on the princess. The toad was a common sight in the forest, but this one was different, its eyes wild and crazed with a hunger that sent a shiver down Smigle's spine. The toad, its skin a sickly shade of green, croaked loudly, its voice echoing through the quiet of the forest. Smigle’s heart pounded in his chest as he realized the danger and he needed to protect her.
The noise of the toad had alerted Isolde and the princess froze, perhaps sensing danger. She looked at the toad and the water splashed around her. The sight of her naked body in the water was perfect.
It was torture. But it wasn't the only torture Smigle faced. "Why are you here? What are you doing in my lake?" The toad croaked loudly, its voice echoing through the quiet of the forest and the water. Isolde froze, her eyes wide with fear and surprise as she realized she was not alone. She looked around, her heart pounding in her chest, and saw the toad staring at her with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine.
The toad was a disgusting creature, its skin a sickly shade of green and its eyes wild and crazed. Isolde could feel the water lapping at her skin, the coolness of the lake doing little to quell the fear that gripped her heart. She had been through so much already, and the sight of the toad sent a wave of panic through her.
"I'm sorry, Toad. I'll leave now," Isolde stammered, her voice trembling as she began to back away from the lake, inhaling a sharp breath as she prepared to step out of the water. The toad stopped her in her tracks, its beady eyes narrowing as it croaked, "Not so fast, human. You can't just use my lake and leave without paying a toll." Isolde froze, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized that the toad was not going to let her go so easily. The thought of being confronted by another creature when she was already in such a vulnerable state, terrified her.
Smigle was determined to protect her. He was a horny goblin, but he was a goblin of honor. He needed to be on his feet. He needed to be ready. He needed to protect Isolde. He needed to step the fuck out and end this threat.
But the toad wasn't going to let her go so easily. It eyed her up and down, its tongue flicking out in a disgusting display of hunger. "You have no money, human. But I see something else I want. Big lips on a beautiful lady should be good enough. I want a blow job. You can submit or I will get you for my own. I'm hungry."
Isolde's eyes widened in horror, her body trembling as she realized the extent of the toad's depraved intentions. She glanced over to Smigle's position, hoping for the goblin's rescue, but he was still hiding behind the bush. She was on her own. She had no money.
The toad's eyes were wild and crazed, its tongue flicking out in a disgusting display of hunger. Isolde's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she tried to formulate a plan.
She could feel the toad's beady eyes on her, its hunger palpable and sickening. She knew she had to act fast, to save herself from this disgusting creature. She knew that she couldn't fight the toad, she couldn't overpower it, she knew that she had to give the toad what it wanted. She knew it wanted her mouth. Isolde took a deep breath and stepped closer to the toad, her body trembling as she offered her mouth to the toad. "I'll do what you want," Isolde said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But please, don't hurt me."
The toad's eyes widened in surprise, its tongue flicking out in a disgusted display of excitement. "Very well, human. But I want you to do it my way."
The toad let out a low growl, its voice echoing through the quiet of the forest as it began to transform.
Isolde walked over to the toad, her body trembling as she covered her breasts with her arm, her skin goosebumped as the cold air surrounded her. Kneeling in front of the toad, she felt the soft mud and the moss caress her skin. The toad was a hideous sight. The mud, the moss, and the filth of the toad was similar to her own filth as she had been dragged through the forest. She could hardly blame the toad for its own filth.
The toad, its body twisted and misshapen, grew even larger, its eyes bulging and its tongue flicking out in a disgusting display of hunger. Isolde had a perfect view of the forest of her prison. She knew she was in good hands, It was the last thing she could ever do to save herself but she had the life of a princess, but she had no opportunity to do anything.
The toad's beady eyes fixed on her breasts, its tongue flicking out with anticipation. "Show me your tits, human. Let me see what you've got," the toad croaked, its voice thick with lust. Isolde hesitated for a moment, her hands still covering her breasts, but the toad's hungry gaze left her no choice. She submitted, her hands slowly lowering to reveal her soft, pale flesh to its hungry eyes. It was an awful sight for the toad and for her as well. The toad's tongue flicked out in a disgusting display of excitement, its eyes widening as it took in the sight of her breasts. The toad grabbed her breast, its slimey mucus-covered fingers gripping her flesh with a strength that sent a shiver down her spine. She let out a soft gasp, her body trembling as the toad's touch sent waves of revulsion through her.
Sucking the toad’s cock was the last thing she thought she would be doing. She had no choice. She sucked toads cock slowly, her heart pounding. She knew she needed to please it, to save herself. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of what she was doing, and slowly took the toad's cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the slimy, rough flesh, and she fought back the urge to gag as the taste of the toad filled her mouth.
Her body felt cold and clammy, and the toad’s fingers gripped her breasts harder, its slime coating her pale skin. The sensation was sickening and she felt a tear slip down her cheek.
Smigle, still hidden behind the bush, watched in horror as the scene unfolded before him. He knew just how much of a threat the toad was. He couldn't let Isolde suffer this way. He had to do something.
His cock was still rock hard. It was a sickness. He wanted to pleasure himself but he was in a battle of his mind and body. He knew he should be keeping his head clear and protecting Princess Isolde from the sorcerer. But the way the water made her ass and tits jiggle was making him harder than a rock. Smigle looked at her fat ass shake as she sucked an ugly toad, her tits moving from the water clinging to her body. He had to keep his head on straight. He had to protect her. But he was a horny goblin and he just wanted her. He had to keep his cock under control. Smigle couldn't take his eyes of her ass and the way the water clung to her skin. The way she sucked the toad. It was making him harder. He needed to keep his head on straight.
The toad gripped her shoulders tighter, its long fingers digging into her soft flesh, and Isolde sucked harder, her mouth working feverishly as tears streamed down her face. The toad let out a guttural growl, its body convulsing as it found its release, its hot, slimy seed spilling into her mouth. Isolde gagged, trying desperately to swallow the foul-tasting liquid, her body shaking with revulsion. She quickly pulled away, spitting out the remaining cum, her eyes watering. She sat on the shore of the lake, her body trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. The toad, its body still shaking from its climax, eyed her with a satisfied smirk.
Smigle watched the whole thing, he couldn't look away. He could see her tits shaking from her shuddering breaths. He could see her tits shake as she heaved from the ordeal.
Every muscle of his body wanted him to rush out of the bushes and kill the disgusting toad and help the princess. The sight of Princess Isolde's humiliation and her desperation made his heart ache. He felt the same pain and agony, the same humiliation, the same disgust that she felt. The toad looked at her with a satisfied smirk, its tongue flicking out in disgust.
"That was good, but I want more. I think I'll keep you around for a while," it croaked, its eyes narrowing with a renewed hunger. Isolde's heart raced as the toad lunged at her, its slimy body wrapping around hers. They wrestled naked in the muddy shore, Isolde's soft skin slick with mud and grime. The toad clasped onto her thighs, its stinky green body sliding against her as she fought back. He clawed and tore at her, kicking and kicking at his misshapen body.
She felt the toad's cold, slimy fingers on her skin, its vile touch sending shivers of disgust and fear through her. She couldn't fight it, she knew. The beast was far stronger than she was. She used all of her strength to try and push away.
The toad was between her legs, Its tiny cock prodded at her virgin pussy, her tits heaved, each breath a struggle as the weight of the toad pressed against her. Her body was trapped beneath the toad's slimy mass. It felt like a nightmare, a living, breathing nightmare. She couldn't let the toad violate her. She couldn't let him have her virginity. She could feel the toad's tiny cock against her virgin pussy, its slimy head prodding at her entrance, and she shuddered in disgust.
The toad let out a low, guttural laugh, its beady eyes gleaming with malice as it pinned her down with its weight. Isolde screamed, her voice echoing through the dense forest, hoping that somehow, someone would hear her and come to her aid. But she knew it was futile.
She was too weak and the toad was too strong; her fate seemed sealed.
Smigle kicked the toad into the lake and saved the princess.
Smigle burst from behind the bush, his small, green body fueled by a surge of adrenaline and protectiveness. He knew he had let the situation escalate too far, his lust blinding him to the immediate danger, but now, seeing the toad's greedy grip and Isolde's tear-filled eyes, he was filled with a primal rage. With a powerful kick, he sent the toad flying into the lake, its slimy body splashing into the water with a satisfying thud.
The toad, caught off guard, flailed in the water, its eyes wide with shock and anger. Isolde, freed from its grip, scrambled away from the lake's edge, her body shaking with relief and exhaustion.
She clutched her torn dress to her chest, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched Smigle confront the toad. The goblin, though small in stature, stood his ground with a fierceness that was both surprising and comforting. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. She could've been fucked, raped, she could have been killed, but he came and saved her.
Smigle hovered over the toad, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to make her realize that it's a bad idea to have her trapped in the lake. The toad splashed and thrashed, its beady eyes filled with rage and humiliation.
Smigle stood at the water's edge, his stubby legs planted firmly in the mud, his fists clenched at his sides.
"That's right, you sick freak," Smigle growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can just take what you want from a defenseless woman? You think you can just use her for your own twisted pleasure?"
The toad let out a hiss, its tongue flicking out in a futile attempt to strike at Smigle. "You can't stop me, goblin. I am the master of this lake, and I will do as I please."
Smigle scoffed, his lip curling in disgust. "Not on my watch, you won't.
You're not worthless, and I won't let you do this. I can't let you take this from me, princess,"Smigle growled, his voice low and dangerous as he stood over the floundering toad. He knew he needed to end this so he could get her to safety and he needed to make sure that the toad would never bother her again. Smigle, his stubby legs planted firmly in the mud, his fists clenched at his sides they leave towards a path through a forest in the opposite direction. "Come, Princess Isolde. We need to keep moving."
Isolde nodded, still shaking from the ordeal. She quickly gathered what remained of her tattered dress, her hands trembling as she hurriedly covered herself. The toad's slimy touch still lingered on her skin, and she wanted nothing more than to scrub it off and forget it ever happened.
She didn’t want to be in this dark forest anymore. She wanted to go back to the castle, back to her life. She wanted to be home. Smigle led her to a secluded, overgrown clearing, far enough from the lake to be safe from any sudden attacks. We must rest, and the princess needs to clean herself properly. He looked around, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. His eyes darted quickly around, they were safe. He pulled up his arms and wiped away the dirt from his crotch. It was still wet, but it was from the liquid that had flowed from his cock.
Smigle, his stubbornness prevailing, set to work immediately, gathering dry leaves and twigs to create a makeshift bed for the princess. It was an awkward task, but he would do anything for the princess. She was a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair and a curvy busty figure.
The sight of her naked pussy glistening in the firelight filled him with an ache. She sat in front of him near the fire he could see her thighs and her pussy, he could smell the scent of her pussy lingering in the air. She was a princess, and he was a short, ugly, and horny goblin but right now he didn't care. He wanted her. He could see her pale flesh hidden by the flickering firelight.
Smigle’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of desire and guilt coursing through his veins. He knew it was wrong to look at her like this, to want her like this, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. Her body was a masterpiece, soft and perfect, with curves that begged to be touched.