A very p*rny Goblin (Patreon)

Not to be outdone by the larger Orcs, the diminutive Goblins in the area have also benefited greatly from the magical fallout the reckless old coot had been creating for years. By default Goblins are more feminine and dainty than the Orcs, but all juiced up their women have all but turned into little sex machines, plump, curvy, and soft.

There's a lot of misconceptions concerning Orcs and Goblins, the terms being nigh on interchangeable in certain areas, dialects, and languages. But the truth of it is that Goblins are in fact more closely related to the fairer skinned gnomes, while Orcs meanwhile are close cousins of the Elves (much to the Elves chagrin)  themselves. The reason they are often confused for another, or seen as a single race by some even, is that they quite simply tend to form communities together, and have similar lifestyles and sensibilities.

The green skin they share, is merely a coincidence.

Speaking of Elves and their famed disdain for Orcs and Goblins, Orcs especially. The two races share a long and storied history together, most of it being far from friendly.

Both Orcs and Elves were among the first among the Hominids to form civilisations. The Elves, being very attuned to the magical currents flowing over the lands, tend to be fairly religious. While it was the ancient orcs who went the way of science.

To the Elves, this was borderline sacrilegious. Tensions were high, and of course, eventually, turned to all out war.

A war the Elves won, and the Orc kingdoms were ruthlessly slaughtered and persecuted in the aftermath, though the Orcs were far from innocent themselves. The Orcs however, never truly recovered. Even after the Elves got off their high horse and stopped being such raging genocidal twats.

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...With her eyes growing wide in Astonishment, Sophia spied on the prince through some bushes as he 'did his business'.

His business, as it turned out, was whipping out an absolutely enormous member, and jacking it into the nearby river, before quickly shooting out thick wads and ropes of his essence to splash down into the calm water. The blasts so powerful some reached the other side of the stream.

Was this what he had been doing every time they had to take a break? And also, perhaps more importantly, was he producing that much every single time as well? That often?

And her face flushing red, knight Sophia quickly and quietly returned to camp, the image of the prince's magically enhanced manhood burned into her memories along with the moaning of her name as he pleasured himself, no doubt to her image...

Hey all,

Well look at that I managed to do it again, as was the case yesterday there's not much else to say, so I'll just leave you all with this big tiddy Goblin sloot.

SoCarter out