Re: Goblin Slayer

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The next battle was very scary. Despite the blood and dismemberment, these naked goblins fought with their bare hands, and it was okay to only fight with their bare hands, but they also swung their dicks with every blow! Mental attack of the naked goblins, that's what I called this battle.

Two dozen naked goblins against me. And I even hesitated to use full-body amplification, remembering the pain of overloading the body. So, I strengthened my arms, shoulders and legs, and even then, I had to endure a slight pain with every sharp movement.

Still, the naked asses made me sweat while I chopped their bodies and sticks. They were not dangerous, and acted at random, sometimes just bumping into the sword tip themselves in blind rage. But there were two dozen of them, two dozen small and nimble goblins with standing sticks!

Kill one, two others took his place, kill them and more came in their place. That's how I had to run away from large groups, sometimes hearing the squeals of the fat-bass, and dodging from too persistent goblins, while chopping their tools. By the way, I got 70 experience for each nudist, which was at least some moral reward. After about ten minutes of running, in the cave remained me and fatty, and a couple of his henchmen that imitate a chair and footstool for the leader, the cubbyhole with females does not count.

I took a brief respite and used the moment of weakness to shake off the bloody fumes of the goblins' psychic attack.

I didn't make a dash towards him, and while the boss had no time to get up and do anything - and he was furiously trying to get his fat arse up to his own squeals, but it wasn't working. I grabbed the sword - ignoring the pain - in the manner of a spear and used it for its intended purpose - that is, I threw it at the fat-bass. But instead of hitting him through and through, the edge of the sword slammed into his right arm.

He fell on his back with a shriek, crushing the three remaining goblins who were trying to hold him down.

- Gooey! Blood! Gooey! Help! Gooey! - The fatty twisted around, panting, trying to pull the sword out of his hand and stop the gushing blood, but he couldn't reach the wound with his fat hand - he finally crushed the three goblins under him with his back, who were barely alive by then.

A large puddle of blood and entrails had collected under his huge body, and a translucent yellow puddle was rapidly forming under his feet, along with another brown substance.

The whole thing stank horribly and was disgusting.

- Guii! Help! Guii! - roared the fat goblin in a nasty voice, smearing snot all over his face.

I didn't even want to go near him, but his choking shrieking was getting pretty annoying. Not only was I barely alive: my whole body ached and I felt that my organs were not all right either, but the stench coming from the fat-bass was blocking my way to his torture and information extraction, though I doubted it - I was too squeamish to get anything useful out of this carcass.

Although... I have an idea! I've got a nice, big, fat target in front of me, and it's got a built-in damage sensor! I'll practice on it, and I wonder what would happen if... if I combined the Runes of Fire and Water? They're kind of like two opposite attributes. Then maybe... my hand would just explode from the opposing attributes? Or not? After all, fire and water under the pressure of opposites, it might either not work at all, or it might blow up in such a way that there wouldn't be a wet spot left of me.

Damn physics, if I'd known I'd get hit, I'd have learnt it better instead of spitting at the ceiling!

Nah. Too risky. I'd better combine some Runes of Water and see what happens.

Covering my eyes and ignoring the squealing of the greaseball, a pointed water spike the size of my hand formed in my imagination. And to start, I used three Runes (k). Two Runes on the tip of the spike, and the last one for everything else, getting something like an arrow. The pattern is done, the shape of the spell is stable in my head, which means I can use it without chanting.

Which I did, extending my arm and aiming at the fatty's left arm, feeding mana into the spell. The air around me moistened, there was a strong gust of wind that dispersed dust, and in front of my outstretched hand began to appear a water spike with a sharp tip. I glanced at the mana scale and noticed the waste of 80 units, waited for the spell to form and noted for myself the cast of five seconds - gave a push to the spell. The spike travelled the distance between us and slammed into the fatty's entire arm. With a disgusting sound of *smack*, the whole arm of the goblin flew aside, spurting blood in all directions. The subject squealed even more disgustingly, wiggling the stump of his once healthy arm, blood spurting in all directions.

*His arm didn't get very far, and fell to the ground a few metres away from me. The shoulder joint was missing, and it looked like a shotgun blast had been fired at him, shredding and shredding half his arm, leaving behind small shards of meat in place of the felling and some of the rest.

The spell had worked to its best advantage. The limb of the enemy was almost gone, but the goblin was still alive and shrieking in a hoarse voice, fluttering weakly. Just not sure how it would work against armoured targets or any magical protection. The spell was deadly and fast, but only on single targets, and it worked best against lowlifes like the goblin.

Now that I'm thinking about it, it's time to test the chanting spell and evaluate its increased power.

In the same way I formulated the spell and began to pronounce: - Water that flows in me and in the ground - the words were matched to the situation, clearly representing the necessary magic, and then appeared the first outlines of the spell of a sharp spike!

With special effects (a strong gust of wind, humid air) blood from the nearest puddles began to gather around the contour of the forming spell, and then soaked into the spike, colouring it red, - give me the power to punish my enemies: bloody spike!

This time the mana scale emptied by 120 units and continued to dwindle at a high rate! I felt some weakness in my entire body. Somehow, I managed to change my spell by intuitively picking a chant. The sensation from this magic was different, strange... I can't describe it in words.....

Even the fatty stopped squealing and took in the moment, staring at me with fear. He tried to crawl away. And surprisingly, he started to do something! The stupid goblin had somewhere found the strength and will to do it! Except who says you're allowed to leave?

The spell, having received a jolt, instantly hit the panicked greaseball's head - exploding and shattering it with little shards of bone, skin, blood, sparse hair and grey matter, showering the wall in the line of impact with some of the above with a small hole.

Experience +500

After the spell, all my strength vanished and I fell to my knees - I began to gulp for air, feeling a shiver of fatigue run through my body. I looked at the mana bar and sighed wearily. The spell had consumed 200 mana, leaving 40 units in reserve. And despite its power, that's... a bit much... And the weakness in my body felt... like I'd been sucked dry.

It's hard to even stand up now... my arms felt like they had lead weights on them, so reluctant to move. Well, little things. But the fact that my hood fell off was bad. I understood why the goblins recognised me as one of their own. The hood must have come off during my first battle, and now it was hanging on the snot, torn in some places. I tried to stand up on shaky legs and fell to my knees again.

- Ugh.

I have seven more minutes to rest, so I'll just sit and catch my breath. I'll look at my status at the same time.

'Character Window.'

Name - Arien

Race - Hobgoblin Mage.

Class - Soul Eater

Level - 12

Experience - 2840/3000

Mana - 54/420

Strength - 19

Dexterity - 22

Endurance - 23

Intelligence - 42

Spirit - 15

Character Points - 10

Skills: 'I Am Goblin-1', "Appraisal-2", "Omnivorous-5", "Stealth-4", "Hunter-3", "Regeneration-3", "Mana Control-MAX*", "Body Enhancement-6", "Small Mana Regeneration Core-2", "Earth Magic-1", "Healing Magic-1", 'Poison Resistance-1', "Disease Resistance-1", "Pain Resistance-3", "Astral Eyes-1", "Soul Eater-1", "Beast Instinct-1", "Acute Sniff-1", "Jerk-2", "Two-handed Sword Wielding-4", 'Blacksmith-1'

Evolution - requirement - level 15.

Settings.

Ugh... looking at the logs. I raised level, strength, dexterity and spirit by 1 point and stamina by 2. I also gained mana control +1, body enhancement +2 and pain resistance +1 for the fight with the goblins. I also raised the core level of small mana regeneration +1, regeneration +1, swordsman skill +2 and jerk +1!

'Ugh... turns out I used jerk several times during the battle and even raised it by one level! Also, mana control has reached its cap,' as if hearing my thoughts, a transparent window appeared in front of my eyes.

*Zing*

Mana control has reached its maximum level!

The evolution of the skill is available.

Mana Control II

Yes/No

Um... yes?

* Zing*

Skill evolution has begun.

Xxxxxx! As soon as I said yes, I was immediately struck with hunger. I haven't even had time to rest and I'm already hungry!

There was no time to ponder the side effects, so I crawled.

Helping myself with trembling hands, I crawled over to the goblin corpses, grabbed someone's arm, pulled the bandana off his face, and then sank my teeth into the flesh. Ignoring the vile taste of meat and blood, I began to devour the arm. But even so, I couldn't satisfy my hunger, so I crawled to the next piece, taking the leg now.

Ignoring the disgusting sight, I tearfully devoured the not-so-tasty meat. And managed to quench my thirst a little, except that the subsequent pain in my body was worse than the previous one. I was twisted, my body was burning with fire, my arms and legs were like a red-hot rod! I clenched my teeth, trying not to scream, but only mooed.

My eyes went black, I couldn't see or hear anything....

* * *

The dark room of the cave was stained with blood. There were goblins' bodies everywhere, their intestines and other internal organs here and there, and under some of them were translucent yellow puddles. And in the midst of it all, there was a man (was he a man?) about 180 cm tall. His clothes were crimson - almost all of them, down to the very last thread, soaked with blood. Now he was convulsing like a drug addict in a seizure from an overdose. Mooing through clenched teeth, he trembled and wriggled, seemingly in a perpetual battle. But after a few tens of seconds the convulsions stopped, and the man collapsed as if he had died of a broken heart.

A minute passed, and he was motionless.

A second, a third. His body gave no sign of life.

A heavy, oppressive silence settled over the room.

A shadow flickered in the room where the girls had been moaning earlier, and then a red-haired girl came out. Half-naked with her clothes torn, she covered herself with some kind of rag, hiding her two prominent features. Even so, the rag did little to hide the girl's large bulges. Squinting in the darkness and trying to see anything, the girl clutched the dagger in her hand and slowly made her way forward until she came upon the dead fat man. So sudden and unexpected was this to her that she was startled and struck the dead flesh several times, and then drew back as if expecting a retaliatory blow. After standing in silence for a few seconds, the girl retreated back into the room, from where sounds of movement were heard and the light from the fire appeared.

Once again the same red-haired girl came out of the room, now holding a homemade torch in her hand - it lit up the surroundings, but its flame was weak, though it was enough to light the way. Then the girl slowly approached the dead carcass and stared in surprise at the headless dead man. Swallowing nervously, she took her gaze away from the dead man, and stared into the surrounding oppressive darkness, waiting for something to happen. A drop of cold sweat dripped from her forehead onto her face and down to the hollows between her breasts. Waiting, or rather not waiting, for something, she took a step forward, then another. Nervously, to white knuckles, still clutching the dagger, she walked across the squelching and slurping red liquid on the floor, trembling.

*A clang somewhere off to the side.

The girl froze in place as she heard a clanking sound, either of a sword being exposed or something else. Panicking, she waved the torch from side to side, trying to dispel the darkness so she could see something.

- Khaa-kha... uhhhh... su-ka...' came a painful voice somewhere in the darkness among the corpses, making the girl wary, but also glad to hear a human voice.

- Wh-who's here? - She squeezed her dagger tighter, her voice trembling. A chuckle and squelching sounds came from the distance. The girl even froze in place, shaking and drenching herself in cold sweat. She was really scared. She had never seen so much blood and had already said goodbye to her life!

*♪ Squish, squish, squish ♪

- A cough came from somewhere to the side. In a moment, the torch illuminated the newcomer, and the girl squealed at the sight, dropping the torch into the puddle of black and red slime beneath her feet. The girl reflexively took a step backwards and tripped over someone's body.

- N-noooooo! - falling on another corpse, the girl felt under her palms wetness and something soft, slimy, at the same time elastically strong and incomprehensible shape. A second's hesitation and realisation. The girl squealed in a thin voice, guessing what it could be - let another puddle under herself, further losing consciousness, falling where she was sitting.

The 'man', who was watching this picture, slapped himself mentally on the face and involuntarily admired the open feisty breasts. The rag came off, revealing a beautiful display of pink cherries.

* * *

At this time, Aquina anxiously waited for her... saviour, feeling a strange emotion. Her heart felt heavy and her mind was filled with disturbing images. It was the first time the elf was experiencing something like this and she didn't know why she was so tormented. Just the sight of her saviour made her heart beat faster and her thoughts confused. His confidence gave her strength and a sense of security!

Because of this, she felt great admiration and immense gratitude for the man!

And all thanks to the three bloodstained, scared shitless goblins. They were so frightened that they didn't even notice how they were killed by her arrows. Thirty minutes had already passed, and she was still in no hurry to set the 'billet' on fire.

'Is Arien-sama really that strong?' - Aquina thought, amazed by the goblins' fear. This was the first time in her time as an adventurer that she had seen scared goblins. The creatures that go all the way and have no fear, because of their stupidity, appeared to her in a new light. And it gave her confidence in the future, for now in the cave her Arien was fighting alone and had frightened the goblins, albeit ordinary ones!

'Arien-sama! Where are you...' - Pressing her hands to her heart, she anxiously began to wait for him. The girl remembered the plan, but didn't think it was necessary right now.

* * *

Ugh, I feel like shit. My body feels sore, achy and itchy, it feels like it's all over the place. My penis is sore from the veins on it. And it's not because of the huge, desirable, and so attractive breasts....

Ahem! Okay, now is not the time... Ahem!!! I want those balls so badly. I'm not forbidden to fondle them, am I? I basically saved her, and she should be grateful to me, and she should be my servant.

So I'm not forbidden to fondle those melons a little. I was about to reach for her huge holes, but then I stopped.

I've got blood on my gloves. Goblin blood, and they're gonna stop me from touching and feeling them. So, take off the damn gloves - after a few seconds of fiddling with them, I finally took off one glove and felt the freedom. And a great softness... My hand couldn't even reach these delights and sank into the marshmallow! At the same time I squeezed her breasts and started to play with her nipples, causing her to moan softly in response.

The girl beneath me squirmed in the pool of blood, moaning sweetly.

Hehehehehehe, very sensitive nipples, even now, in the offing, she is experiencing arousal. I wonder what it's like to have sex with sleeping people? - I mentally chuckled, remembering a hentai manga I had read in the past with a similar genre. Which made my cock tense up even more, and ready to drill through my trousers!

- Hehehehehe... I guess... we can play with you some more, hopefully you won't wake up....

'Blame nature for giving you such an udder!' - with these thoughts I started to knead her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples. The girl moaned sweetly under my pressure and did not hurry to wake up. My cock, on the contrary, was long ago bursting out, and an idea struck me. Paisuri! With such huge breasts, paisuri should be great! Heh-heh-heh. Great, at least I'll relieve some of the tension that way. I'm not OYASH, I need a release!

- Itadakimas! - I said jokingly, and released my joyful soldier with the swollen veins. Feeling the freedom, he jerked a couple of times, and then I pulled off my other glove and grabbed both breasts.

Slowly, savouring the moment, I pressed my breasts together, and began to slowly insert my cock into the tight hole. Immediately feelings of softness and enveloping hot sensations came over me.

'Oooooooobbbbbblllllllllllllllllllaaaah!' - What an effort it took for me to restrain myself from cumming at once! But even that was enough - to mindlessly start fucking her breasts, savouring the pleasurable sensations.

- Ammhhhh~' the girl moaned under me. And my cock began to flutter between her breasts, giving me a euphoria of pleasure.

*Slurp-slurp* Moving my pelvis back and forth, I fucked her breasts for a few minutes, and then feeling that I was about to....

- Here comes the milk! - my baby twitched, spurting a huge first load of ammunition between the stranger's breasts, emptying me in a flash. The orgasm was very violent. My breasts, my face, everything was in a white liquid that slowly dripped down.

* Zing*

Me-

Waving away the notice, I went for a second lap, and thanks to the lubrication I had received, my cock was just fluttering at the mercy of my breasts.

But that wasn't enough and I was already aiming for her mouth. When I pulled my cock out of her sweet folds, it came free with a *chponk* sound. And then I docked the head of my cock in her mouth, and began to drive it over her lips, slowly inserting it into the available cavern. Only now I paid attention to my huge bloated and veined green cock, and even wondered if it would fit in her mouth.

But I couldn't think long - my mind left me, and I entered the head of my cock into her hot mouth and almost shot. But I managed to take it out and stained the girl's face with my white seed. Afterwards, I invaded the girl's sleeping and hot mouth again.

Slowly, I began to move my pelvis in pleasure. Slowly, then quickly, the head of the penis fluttered between the lips and tongue of the girl that even, it seems, began to lick the head instinctively. Glimpsing her, I noticed that she was asleep, but continued sucking my dragon with a silly smile. I was pleasantly surprised!

The girl, feeling something in her mouth, started nibbling it lightly and licking it more actively with her tongue, at the same time increasing the suction pressure.

'Shcha... cum!' - Fucking the girl's mouth with squelching sounds, I still did not dare to cum in her mouth and took it out with little difficulty. With a *chponk* sound, the cock left the wet and nice place and then shot out onto the girl's breasts and face.

With heavy breathing I fell to the ground and crouched down, looking at the girl with abundant 'make-up'. Her face and breasts were completely covered with my cum. And it looked very erotic and arousing. The girl on the other hand... was sleeping peacefully.

'Uhhh, finally rested...' - I picked up a rag, soaked it and wiped off all traces of my presence. Although, I heard somewhere - that it is a very spectacular skin cream, but I do not think that the girl will be happy with new cosmetics. Now we have to look at what the notice was....

'Character Window.'

A transparent window appeared before my eyes, surprising me with its contents...