Chương 16: Interlude: Greenskins

Krusuk moved across the underbrush with a speed that couldn't be rivaled by any other goblin. He jumped from one branch to the next, his agility unmatched by anything short of a primate. He was the best at this, he was the smartest of them. He was a Nogg. He had told his brethren to wait, to be patient with their prey. And he had been right. Those fools led them to an even bigger group of humans, but their numbers weren't big enough that they would be an issue for his tribe.

Now, all they needed to do was bide their time and create more children, and soon, their little settlement would be theirs. Their women would birth even more of his kin and he would have an army. Krusuk licked his lips, he could almost taste the pale, supple skin of his future sows. His groin had grown erect when he burst out of the bushes and entered his tribe. His sharp, sensitive ears were greeted by the sounds of celebration, which happened every day. And who wouldn't celebrate the occasion?

They had plenty of food, a forest with no competition, and a village of humans all to themselves. Krusuk doubted that his kin understood any of this however, yet they celebrated all the same. And wasn't that just the best? His simpler brethren enjoyed themselves and were having fun, as they should. Up in the canopies, wood tied together with vines and stolen rope hung in large rafts. They acted as sleeping dens and also served as the perfect place for them to watch over the local forest.

However, leaves blocked their line of sight so it was mostly used as a place where they could sleep. Some of the platforms were broken, either because of shoddy craftsmanship or because his kin played too roughly and caused them to collapse. On the floor below, where the greenery died from being exposed to an excess of goblin urine and constant bodily waste; tents made of badly cured animal hide, thick leaves, and looted fabrics stood.

They housed greenskins, and each tent had at least half a dozen goblins packed inside. None of them looked uncomfortable while they slept, even as their bodies squashed each other. Some of the goblins who slept on the bottom of their respective stack were dead, their corpses now turned into soft pillows for their living kin to enjoy. When they first got here with their two captured women, the area was all green. But not in a good way.

There were plants everywhere and there was barely any space to settle, yet with their efforts everything had gone from dull and boring into something that was perfect to be their home. It wasn't quite the same as stolen structures from humans, or even caves turned into their dens but that was fine. This place was a temporary base where they could grow their numbers and strength before the real fun began. Krusuk stopped in front of a fire, where some animal was still being roasted.

He plucked a burnt worm from the corpse and ate it, the carbonized flesh was like sugar to his tongue. Or maybe everything was like that? He would eat anything he could get his hands on, even shit, and that was what made goblins so much better than humans. And speaking of being able to eat anything... Krusuk kicked a sleeping Pudge with his foot and in response, it scratched its left buttcheek, grunted, and rolled until its face was pressed against the earth. Practically hiding it.

Krusuk was impressed, as despite being stupid, his larger kin managed to come up with a solution to his problem.

"Up! Up! You up!" Krusuk didn't want any of it however because he needed this thing to work.

"Bull! Need work! Bull!" He kicked it again and again.

"Work! Work! Work!" The Pudge sat up and glared at Krusuk for a moment, then its mind realized that it was looking at a Nogg and basic instinct took over. The behemoth of a goblin stood up and Krusuk had to look up just to see its eyes. The Pudge stood taller than him, and he was already a head taller than other goblins. This one was simply gigantic! A true testament to goblin might!

"You, carry!" Krusuk hadn't quite yet shown what the Pudge needed to carry but he pointed at the general direction of it.

"Bull! Work! Do work! Bull! Carry!" An irritated grunt came from the thick lips of the Pudge and it moved to do as it was told. Its bulging belly bounced with every step it took using its thick legs, which were constantly bent over from carrying all of its weight. Some of the warts on its back and gut had popped, they released a viscous smell that made the other goblins hungry and they looked at the Pudge but didn't dare to attack it. Stolen novel; please report.

One goblin, a female, tried to move away from the small group that mated with her but to no avail. Krusuk looked at her, he was happy that their tribe had another giant, though it was unfortunate that she wouldn't turn into a Dumps before the raid. Only after. She would be a good broodmother, and she'd birth him an army. Krusuk followed a step behind their tribe's only Pudge; he ensured that it didn't do anything unnecessary and kept following his orders.

Like right now, when it stopped and looked at their sows, which had grown large and plump from constantly taking in goblin seed.

"No! No! Work! Bull work!" Krusuk kicked the stupid giant on the knee before it got moving again.

"Stupid Bull! Stupid! Work! Carry!" In response, it only grunted. Krusuk guided the Pudge to the edge of the forest where a broken cart lay. He pointed at it and all the glistening items inside, "carry! Now! Now! Now!" With arms as thick as a man's legs, the Pudge lifted the broken cart and hefted it on its wide back. Yellow pus and red blood ran down its flesh because the cart's wood popped some of the Pudge's warts. But it does not feel pain, it is far too dumb for that.

Or maybe it was the diseases that had infected its body that prevented it from reacting to such stimuli? With Krusuk happily trailing behind, the Pudge brought the cart and slammed it on the ground. The loud clink made all the other goblins stop what they were doing, some even fell from the tree tops. Krusuk picked up a sword and looked at its gleaming edge with eyes full of fascination. He jumped for joy, his grin wide enough to show crooked teeth broken by cavities and bacteria.

To his right, the Pudge moved all the other goblins who bred their sow, grabbed the woman's blonde hair, and started mating with her violently. Krusuk would have stopped him if it weren't for the fact that the woman had already grown large and loose enough to accommodate the Pudge. Krusuk ignored the scene entirely. He admired the glistening beauty he held in his hands, his gaze mesmerized.

This was the weapon humans used to cut down a lot of his kin, the one that let them dwindle the number of Krusuk's tribe because of how easily it killed. Such a thing was now in his hands, and it felt so much lighter than he expected. He waved it back and forth, and his sensitive ears picked up the blade's thrum despite its momentum being at an all time low. It was a fascinating sound, one that tickled his ears and made his back all tingly. And it definitely wasn't because of all the warts back there.

Krusuk carried the blade out into the forest, he intended to use it on something. He wanted to know how it felt to kill with such a beautiful weapon and he was getting increasingly erect the more he thought about it. He'd have to play with the first animal he stabs, he couldn't bear it any longer. He needed something. Krusuk ran, uncaring of how he held the blade as the thought of him tripping and getting cut by his own weapon simply never crossed his mind.

That and he was occupied with something else as of this moment, it left him no room to think about anything else. Luckily for him, he found himself a prey that was far better than some mere animal. And much prettier too. His nose picked up the scent of urine, then of arousal. His groin hurt from how much it stood and the blood that was meant to go to Krusuk's brain went to it. Right now, he was no different from the rest of his species.

Voices entered his ears and further helped him pinpoint the location of his prey. He ran to them with a drooling mouth, his movements guided by his nose and ears and nothing more than that.

"What if a Goblin sees us Efree?" This was the voice of a man. It sounded excited. This was not Krusuk's prey. He would be food. And maybe a toy before that.

"Sobelle goes out here all the time, and you don't see my father complaining about it now do you?" This. This was his prey! A woman! A sow! Someone he could breed! Her giggle went straight to Krusuk's heart and it beat even faster, it drummed at his ribs.

"Now come on, don't keep me waiting. Unlike that pathetic..."

"Shh. I'm here, now, you know? Don't think about him." Krusuk moved even faster when the scent got stronger, the woman was aroused and so was he. He wanted her, he craved her! The emotions in his brain were simply unbearable... Everything stopped once he finally got a good look at his prey. The young human female lay on the ground, her dress a crumpled mess. On top of her is a male, he sat between her legs and the two of them were ready to mate.

"I-it hurts I—""I can't believe it's so hard to get it in..." Krusuk couldn't bear it any longer, though he didn't attack. Instead, he grabbed himself and started moving his hand. The lust was so much that his brain simply couldn't think of anything beyond pleasing himself. And so he did. He watched the two humans mate with a wide, crooked grin. He was well and truly, mentally fried. Then his seed shot out and clarity came back to him.

Krusuk ran forward and bit the boy in the arm, he yelled and the two humans looked at him in panic. He was pushed off, then they tried to run. Krusuk was faster. He dashed forward and stabbed the boy in the leg but by this point, the two humans had gone past the treeline and were visible to the village. There was also a female that ran around the field. Krusuk stared at her and saw a strong woman who could bear the tribe's children for months. He licked his lips and made his retreat for the time being.