Ubel CH8

Every little gain was a step toward my ultimate goal of saving my sister. Some might say I went native, and they aren’t staring down the skills of a raid boss. My witch hostage helped me take a big step in the right direction. A new skill that synergized with my heavenly tribulation and helped me train longer and harder was a dream come true. Two empty professions made my future plans more than a pipe dream. With the right amount of planning, I could get out of my gear much sooner.

That led me to a conundrum. I felt the witch flail pitifully in my arms as I stared down into the bubbling mud of the hog pit. Pigs wallowed in the mud to stay cool, and it reeked. The little witch covered her nose while looking into the abyss with me. My plan to toss her in felt a little ungrateful. Mos was going to kill me.

Before I turned away from the pit, something caught my eye. A yellow boil grew on one of the hogs like an overripe fruit. Lightning crackled between my fingers before I could stop myself. A streak of purple surpassed the sunlight overhead, bathing the world in a purple hue. My body felt energized to the point I could combust, and my vision narrowed in on the boil. The pigs barely looked up before a bolt of tribulation lightning arced down in a precision strike. More akin to a spark of static electricity the bolt struck the boil and tossed the 300lbs pig off its hooves. The lightning under my control waited in a slow-charging storm of black clouds for more targets. The other pigs froze instead of oinking in terror as the struck pig slowly climbed back up. The yellow boil was gone, replaced by a cauterized wound.

A tall shadow wearing a robe of the finest yellow and sitting on a throne of yellowed bone flashed in my mind. I shouldn’t have looked; I would only feel how outmatched I truly had been. That yellow boil made it all the more real that I had to fight something placed by the DEVs to test adventurers. My mind sparked with the thoughts of an undead horde climbing over the horizon. Before I had been able to put those thoughts aside and focus on growing stronger steadily. It could be decades before I was strong enough to fight the King in Yellow. I felt trapped under a dark shadow with no hope of escaping; everywhere I looked, the shadow continued to extend beyond the horizon.

“What was the point of that?” The witch asked.

My minor existential crisis went on hold. The articles were clean; an NPC couldn’t handle a raid boss and was better used to fuel adventurers with items and sex favors.

“Don’t eat anything yellow if you can help it,” I said.

“I know all about the insane raid boss overreaching, the white dragon flying down from its frozen mountain, and the army of Gnolls led by Queen Benzi. Fire spirits spontaneously destroy smithies and burn down villages, and water spirits happily drown fishermen.”

“Our nation has its problems.”

“Nation, I’m only talking about our county. There are three counties in this duchy and four duchies in the Queendom. Thank the DEV Hina69onlyfans and her magnificent tits for problems in other countries. Van Raven is the weakest nation of the 6.”

“That’s not what the town criers say. Talk to any man in my village back home. All of them would say Van Raven is the strongest.”

“Men are so ready to believe the lies we tell them. We aren’t in the lead on anything. To the North, there are terrors beyond the Providence Mountains that could have wiped us out already. There was a kingdom there ruled by barbarians its probably gone now.” I felt hope that others could eventually help us, and it was extinguished. “Men are gullible and emotionally weak that’s why they make poor rulers. It’s not your fault it’s the natural order. I’m sure your mother taught you that. Men fight and bear responsibility while women rule and control the land; that’s how it has always been. I’m the daughter of a lady with two dungeons in her territory; when my mother dies, the land will be halved between my sister and me. My brothers will have mostly died off in noble pursuits to try to win the hearts of noble ladies.”

I didn’t like that at all. My mother owned the orchard, and my father paid with his war stipend. When he died, we barely had enough money to pay land taxes. When my sister fell ill, we went into debt. Thank the DEVs; my Dragon Lightning killed the debt owners, too.

Human villages were on the decline that was plane as day. The goblins seemed to be on the rise. Why couldn’t we take the parts of Goblin society that made them successful and integrate them? I didn’t know.

“You sound like a brat,” I said.

She chuckled, and I questioned my decision not to drop her in the pig pin.

I felt a change in the air down the road. Something was watching us, but I tried to ignore it. Showing I was aware would only alert it. Ghosts ambushed me all the time it didn’t take. They were all ectoplasm in my inventory, and I was stronger for it.

“What are your hobbies?” I asked.

“What are we courting? I’ll let you know now. I’m not interested in a fatty. I don’t even know your name.”

“Atom,” I said.

“Fuck,” She said.

I sighed. “That’s a pretty name.”

“No, you idiot fatty male peasant, my name is Veronica, and you are my target. I’ve been captured by an alchemist.”

“Veronica, don’t nobles have last names?”

“Ransoming me will put me out of the running for my mother’s land when I kill her of natural causes.” I turned her over and pointed at a tattoo on her womb. “That looks like an identifying mark,” I said.

“You would be wrong; everyone in my sorority has one.” That was definitely a lie, but I could pick out which part. So, I slapped her gently, only the butt. “Hey, if we were in a proper city, I would have your hand for that offense,” Veronica said.

I chuckled and continued pawing at her ass; it wasn’t like I felt anything. The stress definitely wasn’t getting to me. Introducing this girl to Mos was going to be trouble. Hopefully, it wouldn’t get in the way of buying my workshop and the land around it. Then, I planned to have workers add some floors and a proper smithy, and I needed to purchase books on enchantment and smithing. Smithing would give me a strength boost at tier 1 for all my levels. However, I could make better gains if I saved something for later. All I really needed to do was have a gym set built. There were designs online for a smith to use all I had to do was write them down.

This would be the month I escaped my prison.

…

The gate to Sky Spear opened, and Veronica’s eyes were all on the giant goblin dick-shaped green tower looming over the city. Goblins jeered and wolf-whistled as I took my prize further into the city. A Hobgoblin handed me a flagon of grog and toasted me. I downed it in one go and handed it back to him.

After leaving the main road for the food stall district, followed by Mos’s cousin, I chatted up Dos, a burly goblin who worked construction. If there was a goblin who would give me a fair price, it was probably Mos’s cousin.

“I’m not a trophy to be paraded around.”

“Not with tits like that.” A random stall owner shouted.

An ink crow appeared, and I swatted it down. Veronica’s ebony hair blew away from my blow. The goblins working food stalls chuckled at the display.

“We haven’t had any good war brides captured in a Warg’s age. Kobolds make poor partners; no alchemist can get the formula right to get them pregnant.” Nos shook his head. “Are you going to make a show of breaking her in? The arena could be cleaned for the event, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m afraid not. I’m still trapped in this cursed armor. I need to get much stronger to take it off. This extra mass isn’t Klog’s sandwiches, or at least not all of it.” I said.

“Say high to Frog for me, then my cousin is going to be celebrating for a fortnight after seeing you bring home a war bride.”

It struck me then that despite my hang-ups with loot distribution and Blanca’s bullshit, I liked goblin society.

“I expect her to be more wild alley cat than frisky kitten after this, but say you in construction, how much would a home renovation set me back.”

“Oh, you’re ready for some sprogs of your own.” I blanched at being put on the spot. “I’m joking; my cousin has complained more than once about your gear. Adventurers had numbers for their attributes, like counted coins. How wealthy are you in the coin of strength.”

“Around 305, but my growth has started to decline after adding the new layer. I need another way to push myself. Are there any hobgoblins good at hand to hand?”

“Not in your armor, you won’t learn a thing. You’re center of balance is too wonky.”

“Wait, you’re an elementalist why is your strength higher than most knights?”

“My mentor was an adventurer; he thought it was funny as Hell, Naraka, and Hades to put me in cursed armor. Now I just like working out.” I said.

Veronica leaned in and whispered. “I like doing squats naked in the mirror.”

My mouth gaped at her words, and my mind couldn’t help imagining the hot witch squatting faced with her reflection. I could practically see the little tufts of black hair on her crotch, but she was noble. Slowly, the black hair peeled away, revealing a hot pinkness that cut off blood to my brain in favor of my libido.

“Those were some dangerous words. Frog is going to like you.” Dos said.

…

I made two more stops, one to a stationary store where I found a park in the city and drew my designs. Then I stopped by a smithy and handed them off along with the coin for delivery. Afterward, I went to a store and purchased a war bride collar with Veronica’s name on it.

“This is humiliating,” Veronica said.

“It's also legally binding here.”

“When my sisters get here, you’ll be sorry,” Veronica said.

“You’re in denial.”

“They should have been here by now. I scouted while they checked in with a local human town. We planned to burn all the fodder and butcher the horses so the group of incoming knights wouldn’t have any fodder for their horses. It would set them back months while we searched for you.”

It was the cold-blooded action I expected from nobles. That didn’t make me happy to be right.

What could I say to such a monster who casually tore apart a village's livelihood to harm their competition? The more I learned about other people, the more I realized how I wasn’t so ruthless or hardened by my experiences after all. I was also being targeted by a group I’d never heard of. Knights of Van Raven were known protectors of the people, while witches were the nation’s moderators of death.

I hadn’t thought I had any nationalism or loyalty to the nation that let my sister and mother die. Somehow, the propaganda had burrowed its way into my heart without me knowing it.

“I would expect they would be after the kidnapped princess instead of chasing me,” I said.

“Rescuing Anastasia is a weed dream. Her mother, Raven, calls out of ever greater demons and bargains for the souls of citizens to no gain. Our Kingdom remains in debt; maybe it's for the best I was captured against my will. The Kingdom will probably be run by gnolls before next year. While the queen bargains with every underworld imaginable, men rule in her stead and warp our society with slow-changing law.” Veronica said.

I grunted at the fact that the republic was looking better with every scrap of news I heard.

“Well, we are ready to head home and face the music. I hope Mos doesn’t slit your throat.”

“I’ve had lessons in goblin culture. You don’t seem to understand the way they work. The local dungeon is only F grade; how do you have so much money?”

“I’ll have to make a proposal to the secretary of land, but I should be able to buy the land around my workshop,” I said.

The workshop district was a massive stretch of land within the city, free of residents. Miles of land was mostly uninhabited. It wasn’t poor planning on the goblin's part; rather, it was a sign of success. Money poured into a city’s coffers could be used to purchase things like expansions.

…

I opened the door to see my red-headed green, skinned, beautiful goblin lounging naked in my bed with her legs spread. In the dark green interior where a small red forest grew, I saw the lime green dream of many horny sleepless nights. Wet dreams hardly did justice to the creamy slit that blanked my mind as hormones flooded it, nearly boiling my brain in a soup of libido-driven desire to rut. The war bride, taken under my arm like a piece of wood, even looked on and gave a wolf whistle of her own.

Her face scrunched up in a cute display of deep confusion, like she was tackling a problem she couldn’t hope to voice. Mos’s yellow eyes glanced at Veronica, and a smile tugged at her lips after seeing the collar. Then she checked me out and underwent a shift in her emotions I couldn’t track.

For a moment, I thought I had done something wrong completely unforgivable. There seemed to be so many ways to fuck up my relationship.

Taking loot had been a problem when I was level 23. At 65, Gor didn’t even blink or make demands. Everyone I ran into seemed more than happy to take my money, and when I asked for a list of herbs I could purchase, I found the variety had greatly increased.

My goblin girl’s expression shifted from humor to frustration and then sadness. I must have done something wrong, or this wouldn’t happen.

Every action came under scrutiny as I thought back but couldn’t find a hint of a problem. Throwing money into the city had put everyone in a good mood. The warbride collar wasn’t cheap, but I paid full price. Even the ministers I spoke to seemed eager to set up a meeting to part more of my hard-earned fortune from me. The money would find its way spread through the city, enriching everyone. So, what did I do wrong this time? I prepared myself for a tongue-lashing feeling oddly like a child stealing an extra apple again.

Mos asked the most burning question in her mind. “How did you get fat in less than a day?”

Relief came back to me in a flood as I shut the door behind me and locked it. Mos was all smiles, letting her fangs poke over her dark green lips. It was cute, and the goblin girl knew I liked it.

She poked my stomach, and I didn’t feel it at all.

“The only way out is through,” I said.

“I think I hate adventurers even more,” Mos said.

She turned her attention to Veronica and smiled big. “This is Veronica, my war bride.”

“She’s cute. I like the tattoo very rebellious and noble. We aren’t going to ransom her, are we?”

“Human society is in decline,” I said.

Veronica gave me a look like I was an idiot. “The Van Raven Kingdom alone has existed for a thousand years. How could it fall just because the adventurers are leaving.”

“My home had an outhouse, and we bathed in rivers once a week if we were lucky. In my workshop, we have indoor plumbing, a bathtub, and a shower. Not to mention the communal bath and toilet paper. How is shitting in a hole and wiping with your hand not a sign of a falling declining society?”

That rant left me feeling empty.

“My mother could still pay a ransom if you knew who she was,” Veronica said.

“For now.”

“Enough of that, let's talk about something important. How much longer before you’re out of the cursed gear. Also, don’t get me any treasures, yet there are preparations I need to do before I rank up.” Mos said.

I nodded slowly. The fog of Mos’s pheromones was thick in the air, and I could hardly keep myself from finding a way to get more. I would tear my gear off if I could.

“A month, and I will be out of it,” I said.

Mos jumped up on the bed, exposing her red bush, and shoved her fists in the air while jumping on my bed. She had exchanged the straw mattress with springs since I was gone. Another sign that goblins were industrious.

There was nothing I could do about my gear for the next few weeks, so I had to hurry up and wait for the smithy to get my order finished. From the money I spent it should be done in two days. All I had to do was withstand the hormone bath Mos was putting out. Her green lower lips were puffy and far too inviting for my own good. If I indulged, then I wouldn’t stop for hours, and I needed to get shit done.

“You know there are other ways to have sex,” I said.

I licked my lips at the sight of her pussy. My mind kept going blink, and my hands shook. How could I not indulge when Mos was so willing? There were also the treacherous thoughts that if I didn’t partake, someone else will. I licked my dry lips as the redhead smirked up at my approach. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in her yellow eyes.

When had that been a concern? As I towered and loomed over her, she jumped, spread her legs, and grabbed ahold of my head guard to balance herself. The insanity of the experience was intoxicating.

Her small body couldn’t move me; my balance through dexterity had improved with nearly as many leaps and bounds as my strength. Control over my muscles let me hold easily when her weight was added to the mix. A frustrating sigh almost distracted me from the glory of green thigh filling up my view.

Mos’s intoxicating scent was all I could smell, pushing me head over heels into a land of bliss. I felt my legs spread wide, expanding my stance to better handle her movements. Her delicate hands gripped my head guard as she intricately positioned herself, brushing my nose with sultry red hair. I wanted to lunge and take, but when I moved, she retreated.

A grunt was my response as my hands shook in self-imposed restraints. She was as delicate as a snowflake; a single touch on my part in this pheromone-blissed state could hurt her. As my mind fell deeper into her gravitational aroma, I had to hold myself back. Restraint was the better part of valor for me at that moment.

“I’ll explore then and give you two time to catch up.” I barely registered, too caught up in my need to fully register her words. Instead, I flicked my thumb up to get her to shut up and let me have my goblin pussy. “I’ve never seen a man so enthralled with monster cunny. If the Puritans heard of this, they would start a crusade. I doubt the Minister of War would complain about a lack of manpower then.” Veronica said.

I flicked the air, blowing her hair back from the movement. “Message received; enjoy the goblin pussy.” A breathy tone replaced her normal aristocratic accent. “We could try something later since I’m your war bride.”

My body was ready, and my lips felt so dry. I felt Mos lock her legs behind my head and watched her knees extend while she used my head to keep herself anchored. All that was left was the angle of descent. I watched her work moving from side to side, but every time her lips closed in inches from mine, she pulled back. Drops of dense anticipation crept down between the wrinkled green lips across the ripple muscles of her booty. I gripped my fists until it felt like I could turn coal into diamonds.

The power of tribulation flowed into my cells, filling their reserves and boosting my stamina to its absolute limit. I contemplated using one of my Eidolon rings to control a dildo with ghostly energy for kinky time but didn’t have enough HP for more than two.

I stretched my tongue out and moved it along Mos’s pussy path as she descended and wiggled. She was practically bathing in my attention at this point.

In a voice I’ve never heard before, one mixed with breath lust and a hint of worry. “Tell me you want it,” Mos said.

My grunt made her green lips twitch, driving a clear drop of fluid free to drip down to the depths of her sweet green butthole. Every part of her was something to be wanted as my stance widened to accommodate her no matter how she moved. A charging warg could slam into me, and I wouldn’t move an inch.

Her next question was more fragile than breathy. “Are you happy I’m your wife?” She asked.

This time, I didn’t grunt in answer. “You have made my life better and helped me pick up the pieces,” I said.

Mos squeezed her legs together and clenched until her clit peaked out of her little lime green hood. The light green and pink clit had me almost lunging at that point.

A sigh escaped her, and her yellow eyes softened. “You want me so bad, and I do too. Being given to you wasn’t what I thought it would be like, but I’m glad it was me.” Her voice lost its fragility and gained the fullest breathiness. “One more question, do you want to taste my pussy?”

“Yes,” I shouted.

She shoved it in my face, and my tongue dove into the glorious wellspring. Her soaking green lips excepted my tongue, and she gyrated her hips as her tight cunny pushed hard against my tongue. I struggled to push as much of it inside of her as I could, but there was only so much I could do against her powerful lower muscles. She wasn’t just virginally tight; she rippled with so many folds that her pussy gripped me from all sides. Every little bit I managed to get in was quickly forced out by her indomitable Kegel muscles.

Mos must have thought breathing was optional because she forced her lips over my mouth and nose, filling me with more of her pheromones and drowning my brain in them. It was even better than I imagined. I drank the delicious juices flowing down my chin and moved my tongue with her shifting, rolling hips. She used my headgear as a mount and continuously shifted position, guiding my inexperienced tongue to all the right places.

The training gear around my crotched had long since tightened as precum flowed out of my tip, drenching the area. It would be quickly cleaned by the gear, so it didn’t matter. I naturally humped the air as I tasted her. A wild feeling of desire burned ever brighter as some of the stress I had been feeling melted away.

I wanted to get my training gear off more than ever. This lit a fire in my gut to train hard. I couldn’t get off from this the way I wanted to.

Mos’s head leaned back as she let go of my head and used her ankles to keep her place. A funny expression covered her face as I licked the spots she liked the most. Our experiment exposed some of her weak spots, and I remembered the way her pussy shifted when a feeling approached more than she liked. More juices poured from her delicious goblin pussy as I slurped her rippling puffy hole with all the strength my tongue could bare. It was quickly becoming apparent that I had neglected it with Tactile Telekinesis.

I was slowly but surely rectifying that. Battery Cell and Heavenly Tribulation kept my stamina going while practicing techniques to slowly push into her tight pussy.

A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back full, using her abs to keep herself upright as I plunged her depths. Her flat belly and puffy belly button looked so cute on her light green skin. She shifted only slightly as I found each of her favorite spots from memory and struck out in places she hadn’t tried. I felt for the subtle twitches that told me when I was on the right track or not. Her eyes fluttered open when I hit a chain of good responses with almost no points of overstimulation.

“I’m going to,” I struck the next spot in my chain before leaning up and capturing her swollen clit between my lips. “Stop or I’ll,” her pussy clenched, and I felt a pressure build-up. Her breathy voice tried again. “It isn’t fair if I,” a shudder ran through her legs. Her lock broke, but I caught her using my hands as a platform. “and you don’t.”

Mos shrieked, “cumming,” and her body went rictus.

She squirted a stream of liquid in my mouth, completely filled with her pheromones as I licked and slurped her clit. My tongue managed to lick over her twitching urethra as I swallowed the cute little streams that came my way.

While she came down, I licked her hard clit as it peaked from her lime green hood. She shook and spasmed as little drops of cream covered my tongue. I couldn’t help but drink up her nectar even as my own lust went unfulfilled. I gazed into her half-lidded yellow eyes and felt satisfied that I had gotten her off.

For a while, we stayed like that, and I licked her until she pulled away. “Why are you making me feel selfish? I’m a horrible wife.” Mos said.

The deep satisfaction and relaxed look in her eyes made me feel much better. I had an itch that needed scratching like any man. Providing felt satisfying in a way I didn’t think Mos would understand.

After talking with male goblins and hobgoblins and comparing their values with Mos, it was clear that a lot of the articles I read on the database were wrong. I had values that Mos didn’t and never would. Our roles were different, and putting that burden on her was wrong. A selfish wish to make her my equal went against my nature as a provider and protector. Turning her into a meat shield felt like madness.

What she needed was tons of stat points in every category, with a focus on charisma and luck. Charisma had a direct influence on appearances, and luck was good to have no matter what. It could be gained through card games. Her little stunt of making someone of a higher level answer her questions for something she had probably earned her plenty of charisma.

So, the answer to most of her class issues was to let her play more sex games with her. That was easy enough.

CHA 60

It seemed having sex also boosted charisma. Who knew? The articles on charisma certainly didn’t say a thing about that.

Wearing my training gear probably lowered my charisma score; getting sex was difficult. So, succeeding boosted my charisma score rapidly. It was yet another facet of the training gear. If I worked hard, could I get my charisma to equal my strength or greater? This society didn’t care how many women I had or what species they were.

“Stop plotting. I can see the steam coming out of your ears from here. I’ve been punching your crotch, but I don’t think you felt anything.” I looked down, and her fist rested against where my dick should be. “Nope, not a thing.”

“I’m working on getting out of the training gear; just give me time. We have time, and I’ll work hard, and we can have breaks too.” I said.

“Can I train with you? I don’t want to be left behind?” Mos asked.

“You can do all the squats you want so long as I can watch that green booty of yours move.”

“At least you aren’t gay,” Mos said.

A crash sounded through the workshop, and I moved into my alchemy room to see Veronica walking out covered in smoke. The enchantments on the windows quickly pulled the clouds of wasted materials out of the workshop.

“Sorry, I thought I would do something useful, but I’ve never heard of alchemy done with only a cauldron. Where is all your equipment? That cauldron is worse than a beginner cauldron in the Alpha Delta Pi sorority. Where are the appliances, scales, and filters? I know it's alchemy, but this is a copper cauldron with no enchantments.”

I looked at my cauldron that had survived tribulation lightning and realized Veronica couldn’t touch my cauldron from the dungeon. The girl was obviously untalented in alchemy if she needed expensive things like appliances, scales, and filters. From the looks of it, she tried to mix ingredients with no plan in mind. A single errant thought must have caused the explosion.

“Maybe Alchemy isn’t the right profession for you. Have you tried making sandwiches?” I asked.

“What,”

“They are easy to make, and no appliances are required. We have an enchanted room with meat, cheese, and bread, and there is sauce in a cabinet. Go make me a sandwich while I clean this up.” I said, and the woman stood on the spot, frozen.