Setting Out

The trio, feeling rejuvenated from their intimate moments and the warm breakfast, set forth into the early morning light, their spirits high. The woods surrounding the Blighted Grove were dense and foreboding, the trees casting eerie shadows that danced with the flickering light of their torches. As they journeyed deeper, the sounds of the forest grew louder—the snapping of twigs, the distant howling of beasts, the rustling of leaves. It wasn't long before they stumbled upon a pack of wolves, their beady eyes gleaming with malice. But these three were no ordinary travelers. With swift swords and precise spells, they dispatched the creatures, their movements a dance of death and destruction. The wolves fell quickly, their cries of pain echoing through the trees. Goblinina chuckled, her cock twitching at the sight of the battle. "Let's keep this energy up, shall we?" she says, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We've got a grove to purify, after all." Luna nods, her grip tightening on her holy symbol, and Elara, feeling the thrill of the hunt, unsheathes her sword, ready for whatever the day may bring.

As the battle ends and the wolves lay lifeless at their feet, Luna's ample chest heaves with the exertion, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She pulls the water skin from her pouch and takes a long, much-needed drink. The cool liquid soothes her parched throat and she lets out a sigh of relief. "Goblinina's right," she says, wiping the sweat from her brow. "We should take a breather." She looks at the goblin with a mix of admiration and something... else. Desire, maybe? She's not sure. But she knows she can't ignore the way her body responds to the sight of Goblinina in action. I'll skin these puppies." Goblinina suggests, her voice a little too eager. "We'll need the pelts to sell, after all." She watches as Goblinina eagerly begins to strip the fur from the wolves, her nimble fingers moving with surprising grace. The sight of the goblin's bulging ball sack showing while bent over as she works sends a shiver down Luna's spine. She tries to focus on the task at hand, but her eyes keep straying back to the goblin, watching her every move. It's going to be a long trip to the Blighted Grove, she thinks, but one she's looking forward to with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

With a nod to Luna and a sideways glance at Goblinina, Elara sheathes her sword and steps away from the grisly task of skinning the wolves. Her cock, though still sated from their earlier play, twitches with the excitement of the hunt. "I'll go scout ahead," she says, her voice a bit shaky from the adrenaline. "Just a little while, make sure we're on the right track." She needs the space, the quiet to gather her thoughts. The intensity of her feelings for the goblin is overwhelming, and she's not quite ready to face them yet. She strides into the woods, her elf eyes piercing the shadows, searching for any signs of danger or... opportunity. As she walks, her hand wanders to her cock, giving it a gentle squeeze, the memory of Goblinina's teasing still fresh in her mind. She wonders what the day will hold, what other secrets she'll discover about herself and her newfound companions. The forest seems to whisper them to her, and she smiles, feeling a strange sense of belonging in this twisted, erotic adventure.

With the wolves defeated and the immediate threat passed, Goblinina's eyes light up at the prospect of a quick rest and a bit of practicality. She sets to work with a flourish, her dagger slicing through the fur with surprising skill. The sound of the blade cutting through skin and muscle fills the air, a grisly symphony that seems to resonate with the goblin's very soul. She hums to herself as she works, her tongue darting out to lick the blood from her teeth. Once she's finished with one wolf, she moves onto the next, her cock bobbing with every motion. She glances over at Luna, who's watching her with a mix of horror and fascination. "You know, cleric," she says, not pausing in her task, "you could help. I've got enough here to make us all a nice warm cloak. And maybe a little something extra for you." She winks, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She takes a moment to sit back on her haunches, stretching her arms out behind her, her cock straining her special panties. She leans back, resting her weight on her hands, and takes a deep breath of the crisp morning air. "Ah, nothing like a good fight to get the blood flowing," she says with a chuckle, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of movement.

"Indeed, we should," Luna says, her voice a little more steady now. She watches as Elara disappears into the woods, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She turns her attention back to the task at hand, her eyes lingering on the pile of wolf pelts. She knows they'll need them for the trip ahead, but the sight of Goblinina's cock still has her a bit... distracted. She clears her throat, trying to focus. "Elara shouldn't be gone long. We can set up a small camp here, and I'll prepare some rations." She rummages through her pack, pulling out some dried meat and berries. "It's not much, but it'll keep us going." She lays the food out on a clean cloth, her eyes flicking back to the goblin every few moments. "And maybe, once she's back," she says, we can strategize out next move

Goblinina's ears perk up at the mention of strategy, but she's not quite ready to let go of the playful mood yet. "Sounds like a plan, cleric," she says, her voice low and sultry. She sets her dagger aside and crawls over to Luna, her movements catlike and sinuous. She stops just short of the cleric, her face mere inches away, and leans in for a kiss that's long enough for their tongues to dance together, tasting each other's hunger and excitement. She pulls away just as Elara's footsteps can be heard approaching, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "But first, let's make sure you're ready for whatever the grove throws at us," she whispers, her breath hot on Luna's neck. She watches Luna's reaction, the cleric's eyes wide with surprise and desire, her cheeks flushed. Goblinina knows she's got her hooked, and she can't wait to reel her in again when the time is right.

Elara returns from her scouting, her cheeks flushed from more than just the exertion of her run. She's been thinking about the morning's events, and her body responds to the memory of Goblinina's touch. She clears her throat, trying to push the thoughts aside. "Looks like we're in the clear," she says, her voice a little too bright. "We should be fine to take a breather. It's midday now, so we've got a few more hours before we need to set up camp." She glances at the pile of wolf pelts, her eyes lingering for a moment before she shakes her head, trying to clear it. "We can eat a quick bite and then get moving again." She tries to ignore the way her cock stirs at the sight of the goblin and the cleric together, but it's hard. She's never felt this... alive before. She takes a deep breath and sits down, reaching for some of the food Luna has laid out. "Thanks," she murmurs, her eyes on her plate. "I'm starving." She's not just talking about food.

As Elara sits down, Goblinina can't help but tease her a bit more. She leans back on her elbows, her cock still bulging out and proud. "Aha, so the little elf has an appetite," she says with a chuckle, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But tell me, Elara, is it just food you're craving?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "Or is there something else you're hungry for?" She grabs a piece of dried meat with her teeth and chews, her eyes never leaving Elara's. She knows she's pushing the elf's buttons, but she can't resist the thrill of it. Plus, it's all in good fun. After all, they're just passing the time before the real work begins. She nudges Luna's leg with her foot, her gaze flicking to the cleric's crotch. "And what about you, cleric?" she asks, her voice dripping with innuendo. "Is there something you'd like to... purify?" She winks, her hand sliding down to cup her cock, giving it a playful squeeze. "I'm sure we can find something to keep us all satisfied." She laughs, her tone light and teasing, the tension in the air thick with unspoken desires.

"Oh, I'm just saying, we've got all this extra meat," Goblinina says with a smirk, holding up a piece of wolf jerky. "I'm sure we could find a use for it." She winks at Luna, then turns her attention to Elara, who's trying to ignore the goblin's suggestive tone. "You know, I heard that elf cocks are like fine wine. They just get better with age. But what do you say, Moonshadow?" She nibbles on the jerky, watching Elara intently. "Do you think yours will ever catch up to mine?" She laughs, her voice light and playful. "Don't worry, I'll be patient," she adds, patting Elara's thigh reassuringly. "We've got all the time in the world." She takes another bite, her teeth tearing into the tough meat. "But for now, let's save our strength for the grove, hmm?" She winks again, her mood playful and flirty as always. She loves watching the two of them squirm under her teasing, and she knows it's just a matter of time before they both beg for her to take control again. It's all just a game to her, a delightful dance of desire and power.

Elara blushes furiously, her eyes darting from Goblinina to Luna and back again. She's not sure how to respond to the goblin's teasing, but she can't help the way her cock reacts to the attention. She swallows hard, trying to compose herself. "I-I'm sure it will," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we should... focus on the quest." She takes a deep breath, willing her erection to subside. It's no use, though. The goblin's words have set her alight with need, and she can feel her cock straining against her pants. She looks at Luna, hoping the cleric will change the subject, but Luna seems to be enjoying the banter as much as Goblinina is. She sighs, resigned to her fate. "But after we've rested and eaten, we should get going. We don't want to waste any more daylight." She takes a bite of the jerky, her teeth sinking into the salty, chewy meat. It's a welcome distraction from the fire burning in her loins, and she tries to focus on the taste, the texture, anything but the way Goblinina's hand is idly playing with her own cock. It's going to be a long trip, she thinks, but if it means more moments like these, she's not sure she'll ever want it to end.

"Is it true, Elara?" Luna asks, her voice filled with a mix of innocence and curiosity. She's heard whispers of elf physiology before, but never had the courage to ask someone directly. She blushes at her own question, feeling a bit scandalous for even thinking about it. "I-I mean, I know it's none of my business," she stammers, her eyes darting down to her plate. She tries to act nonchalant, but she's dying to know the answer. The thought of Elara growing more and more endowed with time sends a shiver of excitement down her spine, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to... well, she tries not to let her imagination run too wild. She takes a bite of berries, hoping the sweetness will help distract her from her sudden arousal.

Feeling the heat in her cheeks, Elara looks up at Luna, her eyes shy. She nods, her voice barely audible. "I hope so," she whispers, her eyes flickering to Goblinina's massive cock before darting back to her food. "I-it's just... it's different for us, you know?" She tries to change the subject, focusing on the task at hand. "We should eat quickly, and then we can go over the map again. Make sure we're on the right path to the Blighted Grove." She takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the goblin's knowing smile. She's not about to let Goblinina get the upper hand again, not without a fight. But deep down, she can't help but wonder if the goblin is right. If maybe, just maybe, her cock will grow to match the goblin's one day. And if it does, what kind of adventures they'll have together.

Goblinina chuckles to herself, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Alright, alright," she says, pushing herself up from the makeshift camp. "Let's not waste anymore daylight, shall we?" She saunters mostly out of sight, looking for a private spot to relieve herself. "But don't worry, I'll be quick," she calls over her shoulder. "Don't start without me." The sound of her laughter echoes through the trees as she finds a suitable bush. Her cock unfurls from her garments and begins relieving herself . But for now, she focuses on the task at hand, her heart racing with anticipation for what the rest of the day might hold. She's got them both in the palm of her hand, and she intends to keep it that way.

Luna watches Goblinina's retreating form with a mix of fascination and embarrassment, noticing that Elara is also stealing glances at the goblin's generous endowment. She clears her throat, trying to ignore the question that's been burning on her lips. "Goblinina," she finally says, her voice a little shaky, "could you... I mean, do you have to... do that so close?" She blushes deeply, her eyes darting to Elara for support. She's not sure if it's the fact that Goblinina has her cock pulled over the top of her shorts, or that she is watching her relieve herself that's making her so self-conscious. Either way, she feels a little uncomfortable, and she's not quite ready to admit that she's also a little aroused by the sight. She shifts in her stance, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through her own loins.

As Goblinina stands with her back to them, her hand wrapped around her thick, veiny cock, she lets out a sigh of relief as the hot stream of urine arcs through the cool air, hitting the bush with a gentle hiss. She takes a moment to appreciate the sensation, her thoughts wandering to the thrilling night she'd shared with Luna and the tantalizing prospect of Elara's growing attraction to her. She winks, her other hand casually adjusting the angle of her stream, the sound of it hitting the leaves a little louder. She's always loved a good tease, and watching the cleric squirm is just the kind of entertainment she lives for. She finishes up and tucks herself back in, turning to face the others with a devilish grin. "Ready to go?"