Destroika and the Goblin Grotto

By: JacksUniverseJSU

CHAPTER 1

On a dirt road, out in the distance, a humanoid black silhouette appeared from over the horizon. As it got closer and closer down the road, the shade covering the figure slowly dissipated, soon revealing itself to be a young woman riding on the back of a large, grey wolf-like mount. While sapient, she did not appear to be human, but instead a highly attractive Orc, judging from her bright golden eyes, hourglass structure and light green skin tone. She had jet black hair that resembled the mane of a lion and long, sharp teeth jutting out from her lower mandible like those of a warthog and nails curved like the talons of a falcon. She wore very little clothing on her body, save only for a leather headband and sandals and a purple silk bikini held together by gold beads. On her left thigh, she had a sheathed falkata sword, a short, curved blade with a curved hilt and butt.

The wanderer in question was called Destroika, an Orc treasure hunter. She travels across the land, constantly searching for lost wealth to plunder. Whether it be within bandit camps, spider nests or zombie infested chasms, Destroika is always willing to risk her life and body to get it. This time, she was heading towards the mouth of a large cave, just a couple of yards away from her. She had been hearing rumor's from the villages of men that this cave was full of priceless gold, enough to buy an entire kingdom for herself. As far back as her experience goes, Destroika always had a hunch that such rumor's were usually, if not mostly true, but no less worth her time and effort to go and explore.

Once she got within ten meters of the cave, Destroika commanded her wolf-mount to stop in place right before she dismounted. She gave her "steed" a pat on the neck, with the creature whining positively in response. Destroika then turned toward the cave and pulled out a piece of parchment from in-between her boobs, slowly pulling it out and making them jiggle. She opened it up to reveal a small and roughly drawn map, detailing specific routes and dangers inside the cave. The threats she could handle, it was finding the treasure that concerned her mostly. She had invested a lot of time into finding this place and she wanted to make sure she didn't leave the cave empty handed. She also looked at an image that resembled the mouth of the cave. Just to make sure she had come to the right place, she did a brief comparison between the image and the real thing.

"Hmmmm..." Destroika utter in her throat while looking at the parchment. She then raised the map up in front of her, trying to compare the image and the cave entrance to each other. While the picture on the map wasn't entirely accurate, the number of similarities between it and the cave was just enough to convince her she was in the right place. With this confirmation, she rolled up the parchment and put it back inside her cleavage.

Before she departed into the depths, she walked over to her mount to check on him. While she was at it, she grabbed herself some additional items such as potions and several mystical objects that could prove useful to her if needed. While she had no satchels or pockets to store them anywhere on herself, due to her lack of clothing, this was not really a worry for her as her bikini bottoms were enchanted with an extension charm, creating an internal, almost limitless void within them. She pulled and stretched the front of her bikini outwards, allowing her to drop her items inside them. Once she was finished, she let go of it and her bikini slapped back into place exactly as it was before. Destroika briefly readjusted the garment at the sides, slightly shaking her booty sensually at the same time.

Lastly, she walked down towards the head of her mount. She felt his long, grey fur course through her fingers while putting her hands over and under his head affectionately. Her mount grumbled at her in response, nudging her in the right arm with the side of his head.

"Alright, Urkgal." Said Destroika, looking the wolf mount in the eye. "You wait out here until I return okay boy? As usual, if I don't come back in a few days, you head out on your own. Got it?"

Urkgal pouted at Destroika, whining slightly at her. He no less acknowledged her words by licking her across the face and boobs with his long tongue. "Ugh! Okay, cut it out boy!" She lightly exclaimed, holding Urkgals snout while wiping herself. She affectionally caressed his fur some more before she continued. "I know you worry for me a lot. But don't fret. It's not like I haven't done this a hundred times already. And besides, I'm still here aren't I?" Destroika stroked Urkgal's head, giving him one last moment of affection. She then gave her mount a goodbye kiss and walked towards the mouth of the cave, soon vanishing into the darkness beyond. Seeing as he was forced to wait outside for his mistress, Urkgal took the opportunity to rest. Yawning, he lowered his large, canine body to the ground, rested his head on his front legs, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Destroika had so far travelled over a hundred feet inside the cave. The further she walked away from the entrance, the more the sunlight emanating from outside faded around her. Soon enough, it was pitch black to the human eye. But lucky for Destroika, she had no need to light a torch, as her species were well adapted to see in the dark. Thanks to this perk, she had no trouble navigating her way down through the networks of tunnels ahead of her.

The whole time she wondered, she constantly heard the eerie and hallow sounds of the cave around her. To her, It was like she had entered another dimension, a world devoid of calm and order like the surface world she had become accustomed to. Of course, this wasn't her first time exploring a cave like this, but there was something far more unnatural about this particular one that even made an Orc like her catch goosebumps. According to some rumor's she overheard in the taverns, people who venture here never come out alive. Some believed the cave to be haunted or heavily infested by goblins, hence the name "Goblin Grotto". Destroika was never one to believe in such details unless she saw them for herself. If the rumor's were true, then she would have to be vigilant at every turn. There could be other dark creatures inside the cave such as trolls, spiders, zombies or cryptids. Whatever the danger, Destroika had come too far to turn back and if she wanted to claim her prize, she would have to earn it, by showing courage and ferocity as all Orcs must do!

For about half an hour, Destroika had travelled nearly half a mile within the cave. No dangers encountered yet so far, though she doubted she wasn't far from it. While walking, she noticed the tunnel network started to widen out and soon enough, she approached a large cavern, stretching for several yards across. The interior was illuminated by glowing plants, hanging on the stalactites of the celling. Inwards, fields of stalagmites and gigantic pillars of lime, formed by centuries of water residue, stretched from the ground for several meters high. Following the pathway, Destroika heard the constant sounds of drippling water echo throughout the cavern. It wasn't too long until she found it's source, seeing flows of water gouging out from the walls, heading down a rocky slope and forming a small river. Since it was in her path, she made sure to watch her step when crossing it, bending down and using all her limbs to balance herself on the slippery rocks. Reaching the other side, she continued onwards, following the short path through the stalagmite field and eventually heading upwards onto a crevasse. The track ahead was much smoother than the last, though it was narrower and likely slippery from dripping water and bat shit that littered it's surface. Destroika constantly gripped one hand on the wall for safety as she moved along.

Nearing the end of the crevasse, Destroika felt her hand touch the surface of a peculiar and artificial object. She stopped walking for a moment to take a look. Slowly turning her head, her nocturnal vision caught the sight of a statue, bearing the face of a deformed humanoid with pointy ears, a wide mouth and a long nose. It's horrid appearance made Destroika jump slightly in shock. It was not the quality that scared her, but of the image that was carved into the rock-face itself.

"Goblins!" she lightly uttered, backing up from the statue and holding one of her hands up next to her head. The Orc was too nervous to touch the statue again. Knowing from her previous experiences with Goblins, they were experts in trap craft and it was likely they could have one such trap stored inside. One rumor about this cave appeared to be true after all, but despite this revelation, she was not deterred to turn back. It only made her more weary to the ever present danger that lurked within this place. Destroika slowly turned away from the statue and continued trekking further into the depths. But as she left, the left eye of the goblin statue opened, revealing a realistic and bloodshot eye peering through the hole. It moved, up and down, side to side, checking it's surroundings. Likely, this was a sentry, using the disguise of a statue to conceal it's presence from trespassers. It was not long until it spotted the bikini-clad intruder, walking downward into the grotto area before she disappeared from view. The occupant inside snickered to themselves quietly. It had been a while since their kin had a visitor to their domain, and a sexy one at that. Eventually, the sentry moved their eye away from the hole and closed the eye of the statue behind them.

Meanwhile, Destroika continued onwards through the cave. Her scare at the goblin statue had made her more alert than ever. As such, she had her hand on her sword hilt, ready to defend herself at any time. Every moment, she made sure to check her surroundings up and above for signs of incoming danger. The best way for her to spot Goblins was either by their red eyeshine, banter or even by their own scent. Orcs were no strangers to this type of enemy, especially in her homeland of Dagonmarsh, where her kind often hunted and preyed on Goblins over trespass or sport. As a girl, she took part in these hunts, learning much from her late father, just as his father and his father before him had been taught. Yet again, she could detect nothing, not even her Orc eyes and sense of smell could pick up no trace of her elusive adversaries. But she made no mistake that these Goblins were in here somewhere, watching and waiting in the depths.

As Destroika had gotten deeper into the cave, she began to notice more and more artificial structures start to appear, some of which did not seem to appear Goblin made. She then took a turn and headed down a gigantic stalactite, which had an entire stairwell carved into it, like a spiral. While walking down, she continued looking at some more of the infrastructure ahead, seeing rooms, hallways and bridges made entirely out of stone. Destroika was beginning to think that this place could have once been home to another civilization long ago. Maybe Dwarves? She may never truly know, only that it was now the home to a horde of Goblins. Coming off the Stalactite, Destroika set foot on a smooth footpath, heading into an archway. Before she kept going, she took another moment to look at the parchment so as to check up on her progress.

"Okay." She said, pulling it out of her breasts again. "So I've gone pass the glowing cavern, through the dragons teeth and down the tail stairs..." As she was distracted looking at the map, a pair of Goblins crawled down from the pillars nearby and hid behind them. Much like the statue earlier, they shared a gargoyle-like appearance and were short statured with grey skin and white hair. Like Destroika, they wore little clothing on themselves with this pair wearing only leather speedos, obviously indicating they were males. Like their gender, they seemingly took an intimate interest toward the Orc ahead of them, who was unintentionally moving her booty about while she was still inspecting the parchment. One of them could feel their small dick grow hard in their undergarments just by watching. Both of them snickered silently to each other, thinking about what their kind had installed for her ahead.

Just detecting their presence, Destroika turned over her shoulder to look at the pillars where the two Goblins were hiding. Unfortunately, her little spies had already sensed her alertness and evaded her gaze, quickly climbing back up into the ceiling. The orc saw nothing but the cold, stone floor, but that did not mean she knew something was ghosting her. Confirming she was heading in the right direction, Destroika folded the parchment into her boobs again and kept on going, not wanting to stick around too long just incase her stalkers returned with friends.

Passing the arc-way, Destroika headed down another set of handmade steps, before eventually coming up to what appeared to be a crypt. The inside of it was wide and had floors and walls carved into a perfect, rectangular-shaped room, held up by eight stone pillars. Braziers of fire adorned the pillars above with some familiar Goblin statues embedded into them. Cautiously, Destroika entered with a hand on the hilt of her falkata, ready for anything. An ominous golden glow illuminated the ground in front of her, coming from a drop on the other side of the room. If that light was what she thought it was, then it surely meant only one thing thing to Destroika. A rush of excitement filled her heart, making her rush to the end of the room.

She approached the drop and slowly peered overhead. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened at the sight of her long-awaited discovery. Gold. Lots of it, all in a shinning pile spanning the entire crypt, stretching as far as her Orc eyes could see. It was like an underground lake comprised entirely of gold, so much that one could just swim in it! Destroika was truly overwhelmed at the spectacle she saw before her, it was like nothing she had yet discovered on her travels. There truly was an amount here to buy an entire kingdom for herself, or maybe two! Either way, Destroika could be set up for life, giving her a chance to retire for good from the treasure hunting profession.

Destroika was so distracted by her discovery, that she had briefly taken leave of her vigilance. Next to her, two of the goblin statues began to crack open with their tiny, goblin inhabitants beginning to emerge from the casing. They held themselves in the base of their statues former shells, pulling out their short-sized weapons ready to strike. While both were hesitant to attack the Orc, one of them soon mustered the courage to do so and leaped out of the base of the statue, like a spider. Their strike was almost close to her head, but the first Goblin had easily given themselves away through their snarling battle cry and the hissing of their swiping blade. Detecting this at the last second, Destroika quickly grabbed the hilt of her falkata and pulled it out of it's scabbard, quickly cleaving off the Goblins head in a single sharp cut. Dark red blood squirted out of it's severed body as it flew past her breasts and into the sea of gold below. It's head meanwhile fell down to the floor like a stone, bouncing up and down on impact.

Destroika didn't have enough time to sigh from her close call as the other Goblin leaped out and attacked at her from the other side. She dodged the second Goblin's lunge, countering it's weapon with her sword, pushing them on the floor away from her south of the drop. The goblin yelled at her furiously as it desperately went at the Orc again, exchanging many, undisciplined blows against her. Destroika easily blocked them, before cutting the goblins arm off, wounding it. Just as she was about to finish them off, the Goblin let out a loud, echoing call for help before it was stabbed in the chest.

Silence fell upon it's death and the Orc pulled her weapon out of the Goblins lifeless corpse, shaking her Falkata away from her of all the blood that stained the blade. She didn't sheave the weapon, as she was well aware that she had not been quick enough to stop the Goblin from calling for reinforcements. This concern was well founded, as it wasn't long before her Orc ears could intercept the sounds of on impending horde. She could hear the echoes of gripping, climbing and gnarling all around her. If she was a human, she would have shit herself or just turned tail and run back to the surface. But as an Orc, she had been taught to stand her ground and never surrender, even if the odds were against her. Of course, she had also faced these odds on occasion and every time the chances of survival were always slim. But, for the acquisition of this vast treasure, she would fight to the death to earn it.

Soon enough, dozens more Goblins poured through holes in the ceiling, dropping down and immediately attacked Destroika. For every Goblin that came, she killed four times as many. Though this was not nearly a victory for her or a total loss for the creatures themselves, as they had the numbers to replace them and they didn't need to be skilled fighters so long as they overwhelmed and exhausted their enemy.

Already after having to decapitate so many Goblins, Destroika could feel her fatigue kicking in and she could sense herself being forced back towards the edge. The drop down was thirty meters, no possible way she could survive such a fall. But with the going getting tougher, she had to even the playing field. Lucky she had herself a potion inside her bikini bottom just for this occasion. She quickly summoned it out the back of them, catching it with her left hand. She quickly drank the entire potion while she still swung her sword at the goblins, and then she threw the bottle away into the golden abyss. It would take half a minutes skirmish until she heard her intestines grumbling, indicating to Destroika that her potion was kicking in. She continued to have a few swings at the Goblins, holding her ground, buying herself half a minute to allow the effects of the potion to stir up a big surprise for her enemies. Soon enough, Destroika's bloating insides couldn't delay any longer and as soon as she threw her next swipe, she quickly turned around, bent over, positioned her juicy green ass at the horde of Goblins, pulled down her bikini bottom, and let rip a mystical fire fart behind her. She crunched her face as she released her deadly payload, feeling an intense fire cooking inside her guts that passed through her intestines and then exit out of her anus. The flames unleashed from her booty created a blaze that spread outwards, engulfing her foes. The goblins closest to her were incinerated immediately, while those further away were hit by napalm-like flames, covering their bodies, melting away their flesh down to the bone. Destroika heard their high-pitched screams of pain and suffering, echoing throughout the room, even while she continuously unleashed her flaming fart. One by one, all the Goblins fell down dead, with not a single one left standing.

It didn't take very long for the effects of the potion to wear off as the last of it pooted out into a few small fire balls out of Destroika's anus. She let off a breathe of relief once she realized her fire flatulence had ceased, allowing her to pull up her bikini from down at her feet and over her nude butt once again. Standing upright once more, she turned her torso around to look at the carnage behind her. Destroika looked in astonishment, as she saw countless deceased Goblins as far as her vision could see. All that remained of her foes were piles of burnt corpses, some with their skin intact but charred heavily in black soot and others were reduce down to the bone, leaving only skeletons. While for the Goblins who perished at close range of her butt were nothing more than ash or pools of steaming fat.

The smell of the latter was repulsive as shit, forcing Destroika to cover her nose from the foul odor it emitted. Regardless of the messy outcome, she was more than glad to have sparred herself from the hand of death. "Stupid Goblins." She said to herself bitterly in relief. Believing the danger had ceased, Destroika sheathed her blade and turned away from the grisly scene, her attention drawn once again towards the golden crypt ahead.

"Now that's over and done with, I better start collecting! Hopefully before the little buggers return." Destroika said to herself, looking over the edge at the vast piles of gold before her. "I REALLY hope the extension charm on my bikini will be enough to carry all this loot!" she continued, pulling at the side of her garment in question. "Either way, I'll be set for--"

Just before she could finish that sentence, Destroika felt a hard, quick knock hit the back of her head, causing her to slowly collapse to her knees, before eventually falling down side-on. She felt several small, baby-like hands begin to inappropriately clasp at her body, dragging her across the floor away from the ledge. Her conscience began to slip, making her slowly close her eyes. The last thing she heard before passing out, was the squeaky unspecified dialect of a small group of Goblins, laughing and chatting to each other over what grim fate they had install for her.


CHAPTER 2

Regaining consciousness, Destroika took a quick breath through her mouth, panting anxiously afterwards. Her vision and senses were currently distorted, unable to distinguish reality in front of her. The back of her head was pounding heavily, reminding her slightly of the times she wakes up from a hangover after having too much ale at an Inn. If only that were true, for Destroika had yet to realize the peril she was in.

It took some time for her senses to fully recover. Once they did, Destroika started to piece together her situation. From her eyes, she saw the same, vast cavern, littered with mountainous piles of gold before her. Though she knew something was very off, for before, she was standing on solid ground. Only now, she felt her feet were far from it. She tried to move, but she couldn't, as all her limbs were immobilized by what she felt were shackles. One pair had hoisted her arms straight above her head, suspending her like she was a worm on a hook, while the other pair on her feet pulled down on her tightly.

She was held captive in mid-air, shackled up against the walls of the Golden Cavern. Upon looking downwards, she noticed all her possessions, including her weapons and revealing clothing were removed, leaving her completely naked. When she realized this, she blushed heavily with her green face turning several shades of red full of embarrassment.

After a brief time, Destrioka soon remembered how she got into this mess, remembering how she was knocked out by a couple of Goblins without looking. For what purpose do they have for imprisoning her? She did not know, the only thing she knew was that it wouldn't be for anything good. Up above, her ears began to catch the vast cries and screeching of her Goblin foes, who all had been quickly gathering around the edge of the wall. She also saw the devils were doing the same on the rest of the walls ahead, all gathering to bear witness to her torment.

More so, she saw on her right not too far away, a large, plumb individual sitting down on a golden throne, holding what looked like a cane made of the bones of his past victims. Destroika had to blink multiple times to get an idea of who this creature was. Her vision now clear, she saw that this individual was also a Goblin like his brethren, but was more obese, muscular and five times larger and ogre-looking, although he was much uglier by comparison. He had moderately long hair and a white beard, pale grey skin, long nails and also (her eyes may be deceiving her) but she swore that this large Goblin had a very large penis and scrotum, bigger than his own round belly! Destroika slightly irked at the thought of it's immense size, thinking about how this giant goblin could stand or even get around the caverns with such a large genitalia. Lucky for her, this creature had it concealed inside his large, leather underwear, with much of the garment covering over the large scrotum in question. Moving away from this unusual feature, it was not hard for her to figure out that this was a Goblin King, judging by the jagged crown on the top of his head.

It wasn't long until this Goblin "King" stood up off his throne to address his subjects, his gigantic bollocks jiggling back and forth upon movement. The Goblins all gave high-pitched roars of praise to their ruler, some shouting and calling out to him in their language for his attention. "Gorm! Gorm! Gorm!" They constantly chanted. The King waved and flexed his muscles, showing his strength, basking in their thunderous praise. Destroika had a hard time trying to look over to him without letting his majesty's huge testicles distract her from his face. Soon enough, the Goblin King waved his cane to his people, ordering them to simmering down for his big speech.

"My brethren." He began, speaking in the tongue of man. "How are we all this fine day?" The Goblins cried out in response, showering him with their praise. They calmed down once again shortly after as they continued to listen. "Indeed. I feel you, I feel you. For today is a good day indeed. For today, we have caught ourselves a special catch. A lonely Orc from the marshlands!" He said, looking at and pointing his cane toward the incarcerated Destroika. His subjects cheered again for a while before becoming silent again.

"This is a rare catch for us isn't it? For it is not everyday we catch ourselves a member of our most despised enemy. For we Goblins are all well aware of the plight our people endure at the hands of her despicable race. Of how her Orc Kin hunt us down like wolves, killing us for meat and sport without pity or mercy. Or of how they flay our corpses, eat from our skulls and roast our scrotums upon an open FIRE!" The Goblin King said erratically, posturing his large scrotum toward the audience upon his last sentence. "Now the tables have turned and it is here, in OUR domain that we are the predators and this repulsive Orc is the prey! She, like all others that trespass into the hollows, will suffer a fate far worse than any atrocity her kind can give us! Bring out INFERNAX! Let him feast on her corpse!"

With a single wave of his cane to one of his Goblin subordinates, they pulled down a lever nearby, causing a gigantic stone gate to slowly open automatically. The Goblins in the crowd all began to chant "Gorm! Gorm! Gorm!" again, awaiting the arrival of the creature inside. Destroika grew increasingly anxious by the second, visibly terrified of what creature the Goblins were about to unleash from the other side of that door. Fearing for her life, she struggled desperately to break free of the shackles that enslaved her arms, tugging and swerving her limbs and body constantly trying to loosen through her bonds. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get out. The Goblins had immobilized her good and tight. She was beginning to realize just how wrong her people were about the stereotypes surrounding Goblins, thinking them all docile and unintelligent. If she had believed in these tropes before, she certainly had taken it aback now, as those very creatures were intelligent enough to outsmart and capture her and now she was going to be served up as a main course for their pet, in whatever form it will soon take. But regardless of her slim chances of escape, Destroika refused to give up and thus continued to try and free herself. Even if it was the last thing she ever did, Destroika would rather die trying to escape than accepting the inevitable.

While she continued struggling, Destroika began to feel a warm, wet liquid pour down one of her shackles, drenching her right hand in a yellow substance. It smells like piss! She thought. Not of the usual scent like that of a human, but much more repulsive by comparison. She took a moment to look up above her toward the top of the wall and Destroika's suspicion was proven correct, as a small, straight spray of urine was indirectly hitting and spilling down the chain. Up above, the culprit in question was a lone Goblin male in the crowd who had taken his undergarments off, held his small dick out with his two hands and had begun relieving himself over the side of the wall. Her Orc Ears caught the sound of the Goblin letting off a sigh of relief as it continued doing his business, making Destroika irk in disgust.

Despite this, this particular Goblins nasty habit was her saving grace, as Destroika quickly realized, she could attempt to use her urine soaked hand to slip out of one of her shackles. As gross and unhygienic it was, it was her only chance to break free of her bonds. She wasted no time trying to wriggle her right hand out of the shackle and with the door to the beasts lair almost open, she became ever more desperate to get free.

Finally, success, as her hand had eventually slipped out from the shackle into the open air. Relieved that it worked, Destroika could not help but look at how filthy her hand was after having to use Goblin urine to free herself. Unfortunately, she would have no choice but to use it again, as she grabbed the loose shackle and directed it towards the other above her. Having to move it in a diagonal position was a bit tedious, as using it to redirect the Goblins putrid piss onto her other hand caused some of it to drop on top of her head, much to Destroika's dismay.

Seeing what the Orc woman was attempting to do, The Goblin King shouted furiously at the very individual that was unwillingly aiding their prisoners escape. Sadly for him, he was too late, as Destroika was free of the other shackle. Without them to hold her in place midair, gravity took it's hold on her as she plummeted down into the gigantic golden pile below. Now she had to figure out another cunning plan to free the shackles around her feet. Unfortunately this time, there was not going to be a dimwitted Goblin to aid her.

The Goblin King, while angry that his hated captive was partially freed, quickly regained his composure, firmly believing that he would still get to see her die by the hands of his monster. For Destroika down below, lying on her side, she looked up and saw the stone gates had finished opening, screeching to a halt upon conclusion. In a manner of seconds, her heightened senses picked up the sounds and tremors of a gigantic creature moving out of the shadows. It's movements caused the gold and trinkets underneath Destroika to shake and bounce around her. She could not yet determine the origin of the creature. Whatever it was, it must be REALLY big, she thought.

Out of the shadows behind the doors, a bluish grey reptilian snout poked out, sniffing the air inside the Grotto. The scent of Orc spurred the large monster to come out from it's hole and into the light. Destroika's eyes widened in shock as the monster revealed itself in full.

"A-A...DRAGON?!" She exclaimed as the monster let out a loud, groundbreaking roar that echoed throughout the hollow. The type of Dragon she saw before her was quadruple and wingless, more akin to that of a monitor lizard than most Dragons she knew of. Clearly it was a sub-species that was suited to living on land in confined spaces like geckos. Regardless, the Dragons unusual features didn't fool her and she knew that a flightless dragon of such titanic size was just as dangerous as any other. She gulped as the beast quickly turned it's attention toward her and charged. In her panic, she tried to run, forgetting that she was still bound to her shackles on her feet, which she quickly was reminded of when the chain reached it's limit, causing her nude body to fall flat into the gold pile. She coughed, trying to breath again after having the wind knocked out of her. Seeing the Dragon fast approaching, Destroika panicked and desperately tried another fruitless attempt to free her feet from captivity with her bare hands. She was getting nowhere and had to think of a solution fast, if she was to avoid becoming the dragons next meal.

She searched and browsed the vast treasure she laid upon for an object big enough to help break the shackles. She quickly spotted a large diamond and pulled it up out of the gold and hastily banged it down on the steel around her legs. The Dragon roared lightly as it was only meters away from reaching her. With one final knock of the diamond, she broke the first shackle off her left leg. With one leg free she quickly evaded the dragon by running in the opposite direction, causing the charging dragon to slide past her and hit the wall in front of it, not before trying to bite at her and missing her by a few inches.

With the diamond still in hand, she desperately hammered it down on the right shackle while the dragon was taking a brief moment to recover. However she stopped when she saw the beast rear it's head above and lunge downwards to her. She jumped, barely evading the dragon as it hit it's snout into the gold pile, digging deep into it. The last shackle was weakened internally, but not enough to free her leg. Destroika attempted to crawl and grab hold of the diamond again, but was knocked about when the dragon pulled it's snout out of the gold. As it rose, it unwillingly caught the chain attached to Destroika, pulling her backwards. She screamed lightly as she tried to grip at any loose objects in the pile to cling too, but to no avail.

Hauled up by one leg, Destroika ascended upwards as the dragon got caught up in the chain. The force of the creatures large movements caused her and the chain to spin around the dragons mouth, immobilizing it's jaws. Destroika was soon dangling like a fish several inches below the dragons mouth, it was not a position she and her naked curves had no intention of being in. And the Dragon itself couldn't agree more as it shook itself about, trying to break free. As the chain Destroika was attached too was embedded in the wall, like her, the beast couldn't move anymore than a few feet.

Destroika had to break out of the chain before the dragon accidently killed her in it's own attempts to break free as it threw her about in the air with it's large body. She saw another diamond in the pile, smaller, but much sharper than the previous one she used. It would be difficult to reach as she was constantly getting thrown about everywhere with very little sense of direction she was in. The only way she could try to get it was when the Dragon's head had passed down low enough to the ground. She only had one small shot to grab it and when that chance came, she timed her grab carefully toward the ground.

Everything went into slow motion around her as she stretched her arm out as hard and far as she could. In these moments, her pulse was beating frantically, her mind racing with desperation, her last chance of escape only several inches away. Her finger tips hit across the treasure, sliding and flinging coins and jewels out of the path of her hand. They slid across the bottom surface of the diamond. Destroika's face was filled with worry, thinking that there was no way of her gripping the precious rock. Within these tense moments, the rest of her hand had engulfed most of the gem, giving her only milliseconds in real-time to clasp it. Holding it by the edge of her fingers, the diamond lifted off of the gold with her as Destroika was raised up above the ground again, flying high up above the monsters head.

She made sure to grip the gem as tight as she could, using her fingers to pull it inward more into her hand. Trying to reach down toward her leg would be very difficult, as the center of gravity changed constantly for Destroika while the Dragon kept thrashing itself about the horde, trying to get the chain off of it's mouth. Every time her torso and legs were close enough, she swung the gem at the shackle, hitting it. She had to be careful not to accidently cut into her leg should Destroika risk injuring herself. This technique wasn't very effective, but she could tell the chain had weakened a little more than before. When the dragon rocked it's head against a nearby wall opposite Destroika, it allowed herself and the chain to swing upward above it's head down towards it's snout. She landed on the top of it butt first, sitting herself in-between the large snout of the dragon. She noticed she had landed in front of it's eyes, already she could see the beasts cold, hideous eyes glaring into her. The dragon continued to shake itself about, trying to throw Destroika off. She held one of it's protruding spines on it's nose to hold her in place. As she did so, she continued to bang away at the shackle with the diamond some more, now able to raise her foot up enough for her to bash at the metal efficiently. After three hard knocks, the final shackle came off of her foot, breaking apart into two pieces.

"Oh, thank the Gods!" Destroika said in relief. "I thought I was never gonna--"

Destroika was interrupted when the Dragon began scraping it's claws on it's snout where she lay. She quickly moved out of the way of one of it's hook-like claws as it scratched some inches away from one of her legs. She hopped over the dragons forehead for safety, clinging to it's earholes. The dragon was relentless as it continued trying to get both her and the chain removed from itself, clawing and bashing at itself constantly. Destroika knew she couldn't stay on the dragon forever, but she couldn't risk going back down to the ground in her vulnerable and nude state. The dragon could still outrun her despite it's large size. She had to take the risk and so she reluctantly slid down it's spine while it was distracted with trying to remove the chain around it's mouth.

She flew off the end of the tail and onto the gold again. She wasted no time in fleeing from the dragon as fast as she could. There was nowhere for her to hide, so she took a chance at running for the same large door the dragon appeared from at the end of the grotto. However, running over a pile of treasure wasn't quiet, as every step caused the gold below to clang and make some noise on ever step. The Dragon's sense of hearing eventually picked up Destroika's movements, as it quickly dug into the treasure, disappearing into the pile from sight.

Destroika continued to run as fast as she could for the door. It was still a long long way for her to reach, but she had to try. It wasn't easy, when she had to sprint across piles of gold that sucked in her feet now and then. She had only run about a hundred feet and she was nowhere closer to reaching the door one thousand, five hundred or more feet away. Having to endure this great distance was drenching her green skin entirely in sweat, indicating she was reaching the point of exhaustion. Her stamina was nearly drained and she couldn't keep running like this forever without tiring out and collapsing.

"Oh I REALLY wish I had cut down on the mead and grubs!" Destroika said breathing heavily. Suddenly, she saw the pile ahead of her rise up into a golden hill. And out came the Dragon, bursting from underneath the treasure. It landed on all fours in front of her, forcing Destroika to stop and slide into a halt, falling to her exposed side. She looked up at the reptilian beast nervously, watching it break the chain off of it's mouth with it's own jaws, shattering the construct into pieces of broken metal. Afterwards, it looked and stared down into her with a predatory gaze. Destroika could crap herself right now from the amount of terror she felt in this moment. Lucky for me I don't have my bikini bottoms on! She thought to herself, trying to ad levity to the situation.

Before she could have a chance to evade, the beast opened it's mouth and quickly lunged it's head down to Destroika, making her scream as she was engulfed by the Dragons jaws, trapping her inside it's mouth. The beast licked it's lips with it's forked-tongue, feeling satisfactory over "eating" it's prey. The crowd of Goblins cheered upon witnessing the dragons actions, especially their leader, The Goblin King, who was overly delighted to see his pet had done it's work to the Orc woman, cheering and laughing victoriously toward one of it's subjects next to him.

However, her enemies taste in victory was not complete, for inside the Dragons mouth, Destroika was alive and well, albeit, hanging by a thread around a sharp tooth. The inside of the mouth was slimy and reeking of rotting flesh, not helped by the dragons own foul breath adding to the mix. She had to cover her nose just to stop herself from vomiting.

"Gods!" She exclaimed. "It smells like ass in here!" She said, trying to block out the smell around her. Without fresh air to breathe, it was certainly just as much a risk to her than having to be chewed up inside the dragons mouth. If she didn't do something soon, she was going to faint and fall down into the monsters stomach to be digested. Not a way she intended to die, she thought.

For a while, she stayed where she was, covering her lips, looking around the mouth and thinking of another daring attempt to escape. If only I was still wearing my magical underwear! She thought, wondering which of these perverted Goblins had taken it away from her. Again, she would have to use her wit and will to escape once more. But how? She knew it wouldn't be long until either she passed out from lack of air or if the dragon realized her continued survival. Suddenly, to her surprise, she had found a small, familiar and likely useful object imbedded in one of the Dragons teeth on the other side of the monsters tongue. Destroika did not hesitate to make the jump, hopping lightly across the tongue and then latching onto the other row of sharp teeth. She grabbed the object and quickly, she attempted to wiggle it out in-between the teeth, moving it up and down constantly. Unexpectedly, the object seemingly broke off from the front, making Destroika fall backwards into the tongue. After she recovered, she looked at her hand that clasped the object and immediately, she saw it was actually a golden dagger which she had pulled out of it's scabbard. An odd and unexpected trinket to find in a treasure horde, but Destroika had no time to question it's origin, only that she now had something to fight back. She thought of an idea immediately.

Destroika repeatedly stabbed and sliced the dagger at the tongue of the dragon. The beast outside roared in pain, making it shake it's head violently with blood gushing from it's mouth, splattering all over the place. Destroika held onto a tooth firmly with one hand while she continued to irritate the dragon. Eventually, the strong, gigantic motions of the monster were too much for her and she realized she had done enough to cause the dragon to open it's mouth. She stumbled her way to the end of the dragons mouth. As she was about to climb out, the dragon shook it's head and Destroika was thrown rightwards high up into the air, spinning her naked body out of control, towards the window of a nearby structure.

CHAPTER 3

Within a large dinning hall area in the next room, a lone Goblin was wondering about on his own. He carried a short spear in his hand, skimming it along the polished stone beneath his feet. Unlike the rest of his brethren watching the action within the grotto itself, he was tasked with guarding the area, much to his dismay.

The goblin was already bored to death having to guard one part of the caverns on his own. For their was nothing really to guard, except a hall where nothing unusual happened. He was annoyed at the Goblin King for being placed on guard duty, when he could have been with his mates watching the Orc Woman they captured get eaten alive by their pet dragon. "BUT NO." He said to himself. "I HAVE TO GUARD A STUPID FUCKING MESS HALL!"

"WELL. AT LEAST I HAVE THESE WITH ME!" He said in his Goblin tongue, pulling out of his backside what appeared to be a familiar pair of purple bikini briefs and a matching bra. He had snatched it from under the nose of his kin and leader unnoticed while they were stripping the Orc intruder of her possessions. Lucky for him, he was able to acquire them before any other perverted Goblin among his brethren had the same idea. As he was walking along, he holstered his spear onto his back, allowing him to freely use his hands to have a good feel over the Orc's special underwear. It's sexy texture and design mesmerized the little goblin like he was a snake hypnotized by a flute. Feeling the soft silky fabric already made him feel horny and gooey inside. He even smelled the inside of it at the front, immediately picking up the Orc woman's vaginal scent in his nose as he sniffed it all up.

The guard looked around to see if their was anyone around, watching him. He saw no one. In his mind, he thought, if no one was around to catch him shirk his duties, perhaps he and his newfound "prize" could have a little fun together in private!

The pervy Goblin guard climbed up on one of the long tables, kicking off the sets of plates, cutlery and candles to the floor, breaking some of them on impact. He sat his arse down and spread his legs out, placing the bikini bottom and bra on the table next to him. He removed his pants and underwear off his person, revealing a hard, disgusting corkscrew-like penis and balls into view.

He wasted no time in picking up the briefs off the table, hauling them up and covering the entirety of his small head with them as he continued to sniff at the relishing scent inside, jacking off to himself at the same time. The Goblin's breathing increased every second while he moved his hand up and down his penis, giving off a high-pitched grunt on every exhale. His dick was already super hard and it had only been no less than a minute. At this rate and with his endorphins rising, he was surely to cum all over the table at any moment. In his mind, he hoped to savor this moment for as long as possible, for he didn't want his pleasure to end too soon.

"IF ONLY I HAD A COCKRING ON ME!" He said to himself in thought while he continued.

He smothered more of his face into Destroika's bikini, jacking harder and harder, his mind further spiraling out of control into ecstasy. Meanwhile, a humanlike shadow enveloped the unaware goblin, along with the faint scream of a woman increasing in volume. Just before he reached climax, the flying body of Destroika the Orc crash landed on the other side of the table, causing the Goblin to be thrown off and fall to the ground headfirst. The incident caused his face to be accidently sucked into the bikini briefs along with the rest of his body, trapping the Goblin inside them as a result of the storage extension charm placed on the garment. He gave off one last abrupt screech as he was swallowed whole into the invisible void of the magical underwear, with the piece of clothing flying up into the air and landing down flat on the floor.

Destroika, having been thrown by the dragon through a window and into the dinning hall, lay down in the debris of the broken table. She groaned as she meekly turned around, trying to find the strength to get up. Her body was severely injured after having gone through such a rough experience. Visible cuts, bruising, a broken arm, leg and thighbone could be felt. Her intestines were exposed from a great big gash in her midriff, handing out like a bloody plate of spaghetti. She also had a severe concussion, addling her thoughts and giving her a major headache. And to top it all off, Destroika was also coughing blood, indicating she also had internal bleeding. She was in a bad way and in her state, she was in no condition to stand up.

Her Orcish spirit refused to give into weakness and she attempted to climb over a piece of the broken table top, trying to get out of the debris. She slid off and fell on the stone floor with the fall making her cough up some more blood from her mouth, with the red substance hitting the floor like ink on paper. She coughed up some more when attempting to push herself up off the floor before collapsing on her side again. The amount of blood she was losing, only made her weaker and weaker, reducing her ability to gather a second wind. Destroika felt completely hopeless and defeated, her soul teetering on the grasp of death. The pain in her body and head began to go numb as she felt her lifeforce slowly slipping away. She held herself around her exposed breasts, trying to warm herself as her body started to grow cold. WITHOUT MY BIKINI BRIEFS ON ME, I CAN'T HOPE TO HEAL MYSELF! She said to herself weakly in thought.

While she struggled, an injured Destroika soon caught a glimpse of something purple on the floor not too far away from her. Unfortunately with her concussion, her vision was a little fuzzy and she could not entirely make out the object nearby. It looked like a triangular piece of cloth, made of the silky kind she was all too familiar with. If it was exactly what she thought it was...

Using what strength she had left, Destroika spurred herself into a desperate crawl, hauling her broken body as hard and fast as she could. Her will to survive became a great motivator for her, as she felt some much needed strength build up into her good arm as it pulled her across the floor. As soon as she was close enough, she latched her fingers onto the object and quickly pulled it into view, close to her face. Her hunch was correct, she had found and reacquired her trusty bikini!

Destroika quickly began fiddling inside the seat of her bikini bottoms with one hand, with it disappearing into the mystical void. She hastily fiddled around in it for several seconds, feeling around for one of her health potions to grab and use. Every time she grabbed something inside, she pulled it out of her briefs to check it out. Nothing of what she pulled out so far was the item in question and so she simply chucked it away behind her into the dinning room area and continued. All manner of belongings she stored inside were chucked out of her bikini, from additional weapons, to food and drink, valuables, trinkets and a few unusual miscellaneous and recreational items such as chairs and a small table. Eventually after much deliberation, Destroika managed to get a hold of a health potion. She quickly unscrewed the cap on the bottle and drunk it all down.

The taste of the potion was very bitter and distasteful, like drinking troll piss. Of course, given her current situation, she willingly stomached it. In no short time did the healing potion do it's work, mending Destroika of all her injuries in and across her naked body, including her broken bones. Her exposed intestines receded inwards, just before the gash in her belly was sew up back to normal, leaving no evidence of laceration. The process in some parts was painful to endure, but worth it since her life depended on it. After a full minute, the Orc was restored back to full condition, like nothing had ever happened.

"Ugh!" She moaned, standing up and putting her bikini briefs back on. "Thank the gods I used the last of my coin to buy some more health potions!" After putting on one piece of her clothing back on, Destroika took a moment to regather some of the things she threw out from her bikini bottoms. While she did so, she miraculously found her bikini top hanging on a bit of debris from the broken table she landed on earlier, grabbing it and putting it back on as she went around.

"Now that I have most of my clothes back on." She said. "Where in the hell did those Goblins keep my swor--" Her ears quickly picked up the noise of her captors footsteps, as they fast approached the dinning hall. Clearly the Goblin King, this "Gorm" the Goblins referred to him as weren't pleased to see Destroika escape the dragon so soon before devouring her alive. There must be thousands of them! She thought to herself, knowing the odds she was up against. "No matter, I'm not gonna let these damn imps get the best of me. I'll get my sword back, even if I have to kill their leader to do it!" She said, gathering her courage. Even if her prized sword was lost to her, she still had a few tricks and weapons inside her bikini she could spare, such as a flail mace for starters. She pulled it out and detached the mace out of it's socket, letting the chain extend out of the base with the end dangling below. Her enemy was getting closer, it wouldn't be long until they surrounded her. She headed for the nearest exit, in an attempt to flee, but wherever she tried to go, she could hear an untold number of Goblins fast approaching down every single tunnel. For now, she would attempt to hold her ground, just enough for her to think of another plan.

The first wave of Goblin warriors came at her, all converging on Destroika in rage-fueled bloodlust. Destroika spun her flail and swung it at one group of them, knocking them back, then at another and another in all different directions, with one of her swings managing to decapitate six goblins in a row, exploding their heads. She ensured not to keep herself in one place, or have her feet entirely on the ground, so as to avoid her defense being too predictable, using some of her surroundings to her advantage such as tables and chairs. Destroika thought like ten men, or in the goblins case, like a giant, killing and injuring several of them in succession. So far, Destroika had not suffered another injury, she was at peak condition, perhaps the potion had done more to her than she originally anticipated. Of course, she knew a single health potion was not nearly enough to give her a god-like edge, even after she had finished defeating the first wave, she could already feel herself half-drained of energy. She did not know how long she would be able to keep this up, but she had to keep fighting until she could find another way out, so far, there was nowhere else she could go but to the exits where countless more Goblins were coming for her.

As the second and third wave all came rushing in at her, she continued to fight, killing more of them with the flail. After having killed dozens more enemies, her weapon had deteriorated and eventually broke apart from the chain. Destoika's face froze with shock at the action, but regardless, she reached out and grabbed another weapon out of her bikini. This time a spear, which she broke on completing the third wave. Afterwards, she pulled out an axe, which broke after the fourth wave. Then a greatword, which faired no better than her last weapon, having come apart in no less than a minute. And her next weapon, a Warhammer which broke the moment she pulled it out of her bikini, with the end of it falling back into the extended void inside it. All she had left was a pole staff. Brand new, recently forged. She bought it from a store several days ago before now. The pole staff was not a weapon she usually preferred, mainly because of it's low lethality, but it was good for agile and long-ranged combat. Plus, it would help her to get past the hordes of Goblins without having to go through them.

She wasn't entirely proficient in the use of this weapon, only having trained with it for a short time before going with the sword. So long as she remembered the basics, it was enough. Destroika held the pole staff with too hands and quickly got into a stance as the next couple of Goblins came at her. With the first swing of her staff, she tripped them up from underfoot before gauging them through the eyes with the blunt end of it, killing them. Next, she swung it at another number of attacking Goblins, hitting them across the face and causing some of their teeth and jaws to break off. She then rushed toward another charging group of Goblins and then deliberately lowered her staff into the cobble floor and then flew up off the ground into the air and landed onto another long table behind them. She ran along it, smacking every Goblin that climbed up to obstruct her, with the rest of them clambering on after her from behind. Before she could reach the end of the table, a number of them climbed up onto the table and blocked her path. Not an obstacle she couldn't avoid, as she did the same thing as before and struck her pole into the wood while letting herself jump high up off the table to the next one.

A few Goblins clambered on the next table. But they were easily stomped on the face by Destroika's bare feet, forcing them into the tabletop below. She then slid on the surface, knocking off a few more goblins like a bowling ball against a dozen skittles. She countered one lucky Goblin that leaped up and clashed against her pole staff, knocking her down. This Goblin rambled in fury, foaming out the mouth like he had dandruff. Destroika irked in disgust at the unpleasant habits of this Goblin before bumping it off with her staff, spinning herself off her back and onto her feet again. She used her pole to shoot over to another table towards an exit she thought was the least populated and she rushed for it as quick as she could, killing or injuring some more Goblins along her path. An elite Goblin lieutenant among the horde ordered one of their forces to throw Bolas at her, with some of the shots missing her overhead. Fortunately, one of them managed to catch Destroika by her legs, wrapping around her ankles. "Crap!" She yelped in exclamation, falling off the table to the floor.

The landing jarred her. But, lucky her large, soft boobs were able to absorb most of the fall. She lightly groaned as she tried to get up, but with her legs immobilized again, it limited her ability to do so. The Goblins began to gather around her, weapons drawn, ready to cut at her. A tense look of worry hit Destroika's face upon lifting the top-half of her body from the ground. If she couldn't find a way to free herself fast, then her enemies would have their way with her again. Their was no way she was going to be locked back in chains again. With one of her free hands, she rummaged through the front of her bikini bottoms, looking for a knife or something sharp inside she could use to quickly cut herself free. She didn't find anything of the kind, but she did however pick up a medium-sized jar full of wisps. She couldn't remember where she found it, but she remembered acquiring it out of a hunch that it might one day serve a purpose. That might be now, perhaps enough to create a diversion so as to keep the Goblins off her back for a short time. Of course, their was a chance that this could backfire and the wisps will target her as well. Putting her fear aside, she threw the jar on the ground with the glass smashing into pieces.

The wisps flew out of the impact zone and began flying around randomly in all directions, vaporizing any goblins they came across. While her foes were distracted by the confusion, Destroika continued searching through her briefs for something to help cut her feet loose. As she did so, she kept an eye out for any Goblins that might have escaped the chaos and try to attack her unawares. Her hands clasped something smooth, hard and cold inside, Destroikas eyes flared with hope upon thinking that she may have finally found a knife to cut the binds. Unfortunately, she was met with disappointment, as she had pulled out a simple piece of cutlery from her dinner set. Not entirely the sharpest thing she possesses. No time to go pilfering in her bikini bottoms for something better, time was of the essence for her, since she could see the wisps were almost spent of their mystical energy. Quickly, she cut at the bola around her ankles as fast and hard as she could. Progress was slow, but so far, the Goblin horde was still far too busy with warding off her wisps to notice her trying to escape.

A minute into cutting, she had only managed to sever one line off her legs, loosening the hold on them. Not enough to free herself just yet. "Ugh! This is useless!" Destroika said aloud in frustration, still cutting. "Why can't I have grabbed the sax blade out instead of this flimsy knife!"

Her whining caught the attention of a few Goblins nearby, who were no longer distracted by the wisps. Seeing this, Destroika cut harder and faster, managing to cut more of the rope off of herself. Eventually breaking free and kicking the goblin back. Another Goblin rushed at her from behind, screaming maniacally and holding it's weapon up above it's head. Immediately, it felt the cylinder end of the staff enter it's mouth and exit through the other side, making it gawk in shock.

"That's right, Filth! Keep making noises!" Destroika replied, before turning around, changing her stance and pressed the shafted Goblin hard into the ground in front of her. As more and more Goblins surrounded her, she held the pole-staff with one hand and did a run-up around it. The encroaching Goblins were met with a flurry of bare green feet, as the Orc sprinted across their faces as she continued to spin around her staff. Faster and faster Destroika span around, knocking out one encircling group of Goblins after another, making them fall back unconscious. She continued for another seven seconds until she span upwards on the pole and then dropped across the top and span around in a fast swing, kicking and knocking back countless Goblins in rapid succession. In the Goblins perspective, it looked like Destroika had gone from one lone warrior-woman, into a deathly green whirlwind. She pulled the pole out of the deceased Goblin implanted in the ground and quickly continued to add to her combo, as she started spinning herself and her pole-staff around above her head, taking out more Goblins around her.

Away from her, Goblin grenadiers started to lob powder-bombs at her, with Destroika managing to dodge and deflect some back at them with her weapon, blowing them up into bloody bits. One grenadier attempted to kill her from behind, acting like a suicide-bomber of sorts as he rushed at her, with his powder-bombs ignited in his hands.

Again, their distinct loud grunting gave it's position away, with Destroika simply knocking their bombs out of their hands and into their allies, blowing them up. Destroika quickly thought of an idea, one that would cause total chaos to the enemy and kill many of them, leaving little left standing. And the suicide grenadier goblin would be used as her instrument.

She quickly chucked them up from underneath the pelvis, flinging them into the air. Then she slammed her pole-staff into the floor, locking it in place directly aimed at an open fire pit and as soon as the grenadier was falling back down toward her, Destroika pulled down on the top of her pole-staff as hard as she could, bending it downward, using all of her strength. Timing her moment correctly, she let go of the top of the weapon, letting it fling directly into the grenadier and flicking them into the fire-pit. Destroika quickly ran to the pole-staff upon the hit, using the bent end to make her and the weapon fly up off the ground. Just in the nick of time! As the grenadiers body made contact with the fire, causing all their explosive ordinance to detonate from the heat into a massive explosion. The blast created a shockwave of fire and debris, killing, ripping and impaling everyone and everything in range.

Destroika watched the chaos in mid-air, catching her weapon in one hand at the same time. She couldn't believe her quick initiative had allowed her to single-handedly defeat a majority of the Goblin horde in such an unexpected and extraordinary fashion. She had not killed them all as she could see from the aftermath, but she had managed to clear out their numbers enough for her to escape.

Down below, an injured Goblin with missing legs crawled across the floor, meekly crying in pain for relief. Which he unwillingly receive upon the impact of Destroika's Pole-Staff as she threw it directly into the ground, impaling him through his guts into the floor behind it. The Orc descended from the air, landing a single foot on the top of the staff, before cartwheeling forwards and grabbing onto the base of it and began twirling down slowly in a kinky, stripper-like fashion, with her crotch directly in-between it. She span down it until she softly slid down into the ground, lying on her butt while holding herself up with the pole with one hand.

"Well. That was a little more of a workout than Intended!" Destroika said, whipping her black hair back. Suddenly, Destroika's attention was drawn to the wall and windows behind her, as she began to hear a constant bashing on the other side. She turned to her side and watched as a great big crack formed across it, like a scar. Eleven seconds later, it collapsed as the head of her old friend, the dragon popped it's head through the other side. Destroika froze briefly with fear upon seeing it again.

"Uh... long time no see?" She said giddily, trying to hide back her fear. Unfortunately, the dragon was only interested in revenge and only wanted to devour her for his dinner. The Dragon reared it's head again, causing Destroika to react and quickly pick up her weapon out of the ground and run for the nearest exit to her right. Just in time before the dragon attempt to bite her again.

It kept gnashing at her as she ran through the other rooms and along the wall itself as she headed to confront the Goblin King. As she was crossing a bridge, the Dragon beat her to it first, breaking off a bit of it and creating a drop in front of her. This wasn't a problem for Destroika as she simply used the pole-staff to vault over it and land on the other side, doing so by the skin of her teeth. Still the dragon continued to obstruct her, attempting to bite underneath the bridge, hoping to catch the fleeing Destroika in it's mouth. Destroika eventually made it to the other side and did a barrel roll into a corridor, just as the dragon climbed up and destroyed the remainder of the bridge. It angrily jabbed it's snout into the doorway, trying to bite the tiny Orc within like a rabbit in a hole, roaring angrily at her. By then, Destroika was long gone and was heading up another stairwell to confront her dreaded nemesis, the Goblin King.


CHAPTER 4

"WHERE IS SHE!" Gorm, the Goblin King yelled angrily at his fearful Goblin underlings. One of them nervously muttered a response, telling them that they had engaged their Orc foe, Destroika in the dinning hall, but had suffered losses against her.

"WHAT?!" He yelled angrily. "How did you let this happen! SHE'S ONE ORC! And you incompetent worms let her slip through your GRASP!" The frustrated Goblin King whacked his cane against the Goblin, decapitating their head clean off. One of the Goblin's reacted in shock next to him as he accidently pissed and shat in his leather underwear out of sheer terror, doing more so when Gorm set his eyes on him next.

"That's all you buggers are good for. Soiling your britches!" Gorm replied, seeing the Goblin mess himself some more before him. "If one of you hadn't of had to relieve yourself over the prisoner, she wouldn't have gotten out and evaded my DRAGON!" All the intense yelling this particular Goblin continued receiving made him crap himself some more to the point where his undies were entirely full, forming a bulge that drooped down behind him.

"Hey! Big-Balls!" Said a voice behind Gorms throne. He peered around it and could see Destroika standing there with her Pole-Staff, breathing with fury and bloodlust. Gorm regained his original calm demeanor and slowly got out of his throne. His plump fat body shook the ground as he approached the Orc Treasure Hunter, towering a few meters above her as he looked down toward her.

"You are a tenacious little whore, aren't you Orc?" Gorm said to her. "Escaping capture, evading my dragon, killing my servants singlehandedly. No ordinary Orc I've seen is capable of such feats."

"Clearly, you don't know my people as well as you think." Destroika replied.

"Oh I know plenty enough. Of all the suffering they inflict against my kind. Even you, right now. You look up at me as an inferior."

"If it's because of that massive sack of yours? Then yeah!"

Gorm lightly blushed as he tried to cover his large testicles. Some of his Goblin minions laughed at him from behind at Destroika's witty response. "DON'T! LAUGH! AT ME!" The Goblin King screamed angrily at his brethren, decapitating another of his minions of their head to shut the rest of them up.

"Look at you! Even your own kind think you're some sad pathetic piece of shit!" Destroika said, smirking. "No wonder why they are so undisciplined."

"Shut up! I am Gorm, King of the Goblin Grotto! My word is law!" Gorm replied, shouting at her, making her hair fly back.

"More like some attention seeking phony with an inferiority complex to me. Now, you know why I'm here right? You have something that belongs to me! Maybe if you cooperate, then I won't have to kill you and YOU get to stay "King" of this butthole of a cave."

"Oh, you mean this?" Gorm said, pulling Destroika's Falkata sword out of his underwear, having stashed it against his large balls. Destroika irked upon realizing where her sword had been all this time, almost making her regret wanting to reclaim it for herself. "I knew you'd come for this after you broke free of Infernax. You Orcs are so predictable with you're pitiful honor and attachment to your weapons. Unfortunately for you, I intend to keep this blade, as a trophy, along with your severed Orc head!"

"If you really know so much about us, Goblin. Then you'd know to never part an Orc from her weapon, least that means certain death!" Destroika replied, as she entered a battle stance with her staff, ready to engage Gorm.

"Bah! The only death here will be yours!" Gorm replied, holding both his bone cane and Destroika's sword in a dual wield fashion. He threw the first attack, slamming his cane at Destroika, who dodged it, followed by a swipe of the Falkata, which she blocked with her staff. He then swiped his cane across the floor at Destroika's feet, with the latter jumping over it and lightly slamming her staff on the Goblin King's nose, making him grunt in pain. His minions stood back, watching him engage their Orc adversary in a duel for the next couple of minutes.

Compared to the rest of his kind, Gorm was a more experienced fighter, judging from his battle-hardened attitude and weapon skills. He was certainly no ordinary Goblin, more like one crossed with a troll. She knew she could not attack him head on, without meeting certain death. All Destroika could do now was continue to evade and counter Gorm's attacks until she discovered an opening or a weakness in his defense. Like her father taught her as a child. Know your enemy. Study them. Learn of their advantages and disadvantages. Gorm's strength and size was an advantage in overpowering the Orc, but his size (and the obvious thing in-between) slowed him down, giving Destroika the advantage of speed and agility on her side.

Gorm came at her with a flurry of attacks, using both Destroika's blade and his cane in masterful succession. Destroika continued to dodge him, using a combat role before rebuilding her stance. Angry at her constant evasion, Gorm picked up a single Goblin from the audience, the same one who he made shit himself earlier. He threw the poopy Goblin at Destroika, who gasped and ducked slightly as she watched the latter fly away past her. The Goblin landed face first, with his heavily soiled butt up in the air, letting off a few poots followed by some more poop in his underwear seconds after. Destroika irked upon witnessing it, getting mildly distracted from the fight with Gorm. But before she could turn her attention back to him, the Goblin King whacked his cane across her torso. Lucky Destroika was able to block most of the hit, as she was thrown a small distance away to the floor, landing on her back.

Gorm then leaped into the air, his large scrotum bouncing up with him. Destroika looked up and could see the big-balled Goblin King fly up and begin to drop himself down upon her, intending to crush her with his enlarged testicles. Destroika rolled to her side, with Gorm's bulge and stubby legs missing her by a few inch's. She quickly stood up on one knee and whacked her pole-staff hard into Gorm's exposed bulge, making him scream in a girlish voice, making him hold his crotch with his cane hand. Recovering slightly, he then let go of his bulge and smacked Destroika across the face, which she failed to block against, making her yelp in pain as she fell over again. Again, Gorm tried to crush the downed Orc female with his massive bulge, swinging it down on her with the Orc dodge rolling backwards and to the side each time. He swiped at her with her Falkata again, barely missing her stomach as she moved back. However, this was a trick attack, giving him time to once again use his large crotch to attack Destroika. This time, the Orc took the full force of his big genitals. Her face, chest and navels were caught up against the loins of it, as it hit into her in slow motion. Her face irked within that time, feeling very disgusted at having to be this close to such a disgusting, musky object this size.

Gorm flung Destroika backwards towards his stone throne several meters away. The Orc crashed into it hard, hitting the lower back of her head, shoulders and back into it. She groaned moderately in pain, feeling the impact wound several muscles and dislocate her shoulder. Lucky for Orc's like her, they were born with better durability and high tolerance for pain. But this was still an injury she could not afford to earn, she had to stay focused and watch out for any more dirty tricks from Gorm. In her state, Gorm could have gone in for the kill. Only instead, he chose to preen in front of his Goblin subjects, who cheered him with more forced praise.

"Not even this Orc Slut is a match for me and my kingly balls!" Gorm said loudly, deliberately shaking his large crotch, making it jiggle in front of the audience. Destroika, holding her injured arm, stood up slowly, holding her weapon with her other hand. While Gorm was briefly distracted, she took a moment to fix her dislocated shoulder, enacting an old trick that one of her eight brothers taught her in a battle once. She gave her shoulder a quick, hard knock into the stone throne, instantly fixing her shoulder back into place as before. She made sure to muffle her painful grunt, so as not to alert Gorm from his showboating. Though in a bad way, Destroika was determined to continue the fight against Gorm. First by getting a little spot of payback.

"To think, we once feared the likes of her. Now she lays, broken and beaten. Truly, the tables have turne--" Just as The Goblin King turned to face Destroika again, the Orc ran at him and jumped sideward mid-air, slamming her feet into his balls, causing him more pain than before.

"EUAGGGGHHHHH!!!" He screeched in a high pitched tone, letting go of both his weapons and grasping his large bollocks. Destroika did a backflip in the air and threw and lodged the pole-staff into the ground. While still in the air she flipped down against the back of the staff, bent it backwards and then launched herself into Gorms head, also kicking in his face with both legs. The large Goblin fell over on his back with a hard thud, while Destroika backflipped again and landed on her feet, smoothly picking up her Falkata at the same time she slid across the stone floor.

"Oh! I've been dying to hold this again!" Destroika said overjoyed upon reclaiming her prized weapon. In front of her, the Goblin King was having a spot of trouble standing up again on his own. A number of his Goblin underlings came to his aid, helping him to stand up again. One of them was kind enough to pick up his cane and hand it to, even though Gorm did not show the same, instead pushing him out of the way.

"Y'know. For a Goblin King, you really do underestimate people a lot." Destroika said, belittling Gorm.

"You're mistaken, Orc." Gorm replied, sneering at her. "It is you who underestimate me!" He then smashed his cane at Destroika, once again expertly evading him to the side. "You may have reclaimed your weapon. But you are going to need more than that little butter knife you call a sword to slay me!"

"So long as you have big-balls to slow you down, I'll kick your lard ass in no time!" Destroika replied confidently, holding out both her staff and sword in both hands. The fight resumed between them, with both Goblin and Orc exchanging blows after another. Destroika used both her weapons with great effect, combining them in a coordinated combo. First vaulting over Gorms head and slicing across his back with her sword, creating a big visible cut. Following another dodge from his bulge attack, she rolled and cut across his leg. Gorm roared in pain at his new wounds, before retaliating with some fast, powerful swings of his cane, with the last low swing sweeping the Orc off her feet to the ground. He tried to crush her again with his massive bulge again, before Destroika rolled again out of the way.

At the Goblin kings side, Destroika cut at the side of his thigh, indirectly severing off the strings that held Gorms underwear. By doing so, the front and back of the garment instantly fell off his person, fully exposing his extra large penis and scrotum for all his Goblin subjects to bear witness with their own eyes.

"AUGHH!" Gorm said, looking down and blushing with sheer embarrassment, trying to cover his massive exposure from his minions, to no avail. Destroika laughed along with the Goblins, taking great amusement out of Gorm's embarrassing situation. Never in her life had she seen such a humiliating sight from a foe, or even how ridiculously hideous and lewd Gorm's balls and dick were to look at. Gorm angrily tried to command his subjects to stop laughing at him, even threatening to kill them and feed them to his dragon infernax.

"STOP laughing! You ingrates!" Gorm said, both angrily and meekly, still trying to cover himself up. He looked over to where Destroika stood, who had unwillingly distracted herself, taking her attention off the fight just to bask in his humility. This could work to the naked Goblin Kings advantage.

Gorm, with his free hand caught Destroika by the leg and threw her over his head slamming the woman on the ground frontwards. Doing so multiple times, dealing some more injuries on her. The Orc had suffered further wounds to her body, with bruises, dented skin and blood visibly showing. She could also feel some bones were broken, most especially her right leg, her left arm, and pelvis. The state of her rib-cage was worse, as some of the broken bones in that area being shattered to pieces.

Gorm let go of the wounded Destroika, briefly going for her Falkata again so as to finish her off. Once again, Destroika was gravely injured, most certain to meet her demise. While her legs lacked little injury, she didn't have the strength to stand up and flee for safety so she could have time to go fetch another health potion inside her undergarments. Regardless, she tried to sit up and pull it out where she was. Quickly, she pilfered her right hand inside the front of her panties, fiddling around inside the enchanted storage compartment for a potion. Before she could have the chance, Gorm came up behind her and kicked the Orc down hard on her face with his foot, then proceeded to place it down hard on her back, crushing her down. Destroika let out a loud painful scream upon feeling the Goblin King's hard stomp on her back. Gorm smiled cynically in delight, taking joy in the Orc woman's suffering, grinding her down harder and harder under his heel. He then proceeded to give her a much harder stomp, this time with the intent of breaking the Orc's back. Destroika gave another loud horrific scream upon the action, feeling Gorm break her spine in two. Destroika breathed faintly, trying to alleviate the immense pain she felt.

"Now, Orc." Gorm said evilly, leaning his head down towards the severely wounded Destroika. "I will remove your head from your severed spine and mount it over my throne. As a token of your impertinence." He then raised Destroika's Falkata above her head, ready to decapitate the Orc woman in a brutal fashion. But just before he could attempt to swing it down on her, a large reptilian arm suddenly came up from below in the grotto and gripped at the floor some meters away. Then another appeared, clenching a stone pillar. It seemed that Infernax had managed to climb up the wall towards his throne area, in his search for his missing prey.

To Gorm, the arrival of his imprisoned dragon felt like another amusing opportunity for him to watch him eat the Orc Woman alive, properly this time he hoped. His heart filled with excitement as he saw the beasts head rise up from below, peering out and looking down bellow at the two individuals below him.

"Ah! Infernax! You're timing couldn't be perfect!" Gorm released his foot from Destroika's battered body, leaving the Orc to continue suffering from her grievous wounds. "Finish her! I command it!"

Destroika weakly looked up at the dragon as it stared back at her. Her vision and hearing was distorted, but she could not mistake the dragons intentions. It was hungry, desperate for a bite to eat. And now, it's target prey was within in it's sights.

"KILL HER!" The Goblin King barked at the dragon. Destroika watched worryingly as the beast reared itself into an impending strike. It opened it's mouth, letting out a deep hiss at the same time. The Orcs instincts prevented her from shielding her eyes from her immediate death, even if parts of her made her feel like she wanted to. Her peoples honor dictated that all should witness death and welcome it, no matter what kind they faced.

After much deliberation, the Dragon made it's strike towards Destroika's direction. But, to her surprise, the beast WAS NOT going for her, and instead was trying to consume it's master instead! Gorms eyes widened in fear as he saw the dragon lunge towards him, just missing him by a few inches. He attempted to flee out of the way, but his gluttonous size and his massive bulge slowed him down. The injuries he sustained from Destroika on his legs made them give out after five meters, making him trip frontwards to the floor. Before he could try to stand up, the dragon managed to catch the Goblin King in his mouth by the waist and legs. It's sharp serrated teeth cut into him, tearing into vital ligaments and organs, spilling buckets of blood out the dragons mouth. Gorm screamed as the dragon pulled him away across the floor. Destroika pushed herself up slightly to watch and see what was happening. She could see the Goblin trying desperately to stop himself from being hauled away, watching him dig his long nails into the stone floor and cut marks into it. She then saw Gorm grip the side of his throne as the dragon hauled him up further from the ground. He cried to his fellow Goblins for help, but despite being their king, their fear of the dragon caused them to flee in terror, quickly disappearing into the deepest and confined space they could find. Gorm cursed at them for their cowardice, not before realizing that his chance of survival was gone. For another few seconds, his grip on the chair appeared unbreakable, but it was not to last as the throne cracked and broke into pieces from the dragons and Goblins combined strengths.

"NO! NOOOOOO!!" He cried in horror as he was pulled away from the ground. With the Goblins out of the way and Dragon currently about to consume Gorm, Destroika weakly pilfered inside her panties for another health potion, managing to acquire it in no less than a few seconds. While she drunk it, the effects of the potion allowed her to regain much of her original vision. Just in time for her to watch the Dragon finish their hated enemy. Gorm let out a final blood-curdling scream as the beast crunched the last of his body in it's mouth, before swallowing him down whole in a single gulp.

It wouldn't be long until the dragon turned his attention to Destroika, who it quickly turned it's head and hissed in her direction. The now healthy Orc looked on wearily as she sensed the beasts continued intentions to devour her. Only this time, she had her basic equipment on her person again, meaning she had a chance against it unlike before. Despite being a seasoned warrior, Destroika knew she was not cut out to kill a dragon directly like all the other great heroes of ages past, when they fought such beasts with a sword, shield and armor. She needed cunning to beat it. Only right now, all she could do was evade the beast for a while until an idea could present itself to her.

The dragon climbed up above the wall into the balcony, chasing and lunging at the tiny Orc constantly. While she moved, she saw a Goblin grenadier was busy trying to escape through a gap in the cave wall, but couldn't due to his ordinance obstructing him. The beginning of a plan began to form inside Destroika. First, it required the same kind of Goblin unit that aided her previously. She approached the Goblin with caution, hoping not to provoke him into a suicide bombing. Just before he could detect her, Destroika swung her sword across his neck and decapitated him in an instant. She quickly grabbed a couple of unlit grenades from his person and stuffed them inside her magical bikini bottoms, along with his flint and steel.

She quickly moved away as the dragon continued it's pursuit of her. The dragon was fast, even for one fully adapted to living on land. As she remembered from earlier, that despite the dragons speed, it's size did prove to be a disadvantage, as it's weight made it slightly top heavy and much slower to make sharp turns. While she was running, Destroika looked up at the gigantic chandeliers that were suspended above in the roof of the grotto. She noticed how the bottom of them was made with sharp ends. Perhaps a typical Dwarven make? Who knows? But to Destroika, these objects might also work to her advantage in defeating the dragon once and for all.

First, she needed to lure the dragon back into the grotto. She lead it to the edge of the wall, where she deliberately dropped her hindquarters on the floor and slid over the surface and dropped over the wall, grabbing the ledge at the last second. The dragon failed to stop in time and slid off the edge back into the grotto bellow. The first stage of Destroika's plan was complete. Now all she had to do is wait for it to start climbing back up so she could drop the chandelier on it's head. Luckily, she had just the perfect tool for the job. Firstly, she climbed back up the ledge, onto the floor. She then dug inside her panties, pulling out a few random things such as a pan, a katana and surprisingly a live rabbit, all of which she tossed aside. Eventually, she managed to pull out the item she was looking for, a sling-shot. It was a small projectile weapon made of wood with a stretchable string of rubber and a leather pad in the middle attached to a Y-shaped frame.

Destroika had earned this weapon not too long ago as a reward from a previous endeavor. She didn't think she'd ever have to use it, due to being an expert at melee rather than long range like some of her former companions. This was her only hope at defeating the monster, saving herself and claiming the treasure that was hers. The Dragon in question started to climb up the side of the wall again, relentlessly moving faster than it took last time to scale it previously. Destroika had to ready herself fast. First by pulling out the commandeered grenades out of her bikini bottoms and place them on the ground next to her. Then afterwards, she had to calculate the position of the chandelier and the distance and range required to knock it out of place from it's hinges.

After a few minutes of preparation, she was ready. The dragon was now hallway up the wall, still yet to get within range of her trap. She had to let it come in close, all the way up to the top. It was a risky gamble, given both the risk of having the dragon within striking distance of her and her shoddy marksmanship skills. But it was a risk she had to make. After some intense waiting, the beast was nearing the top. Destroika lit the first grenade with the flint and steel, loaded it into the sling-shot and then aimed it above at the chandelier. She fired the first shot, making the ignited grenade spin rapidly towards the object above. Unfortunately, the shot missed by several meters. The Orc cursed in frustration, before igniting another and fired again. By the time she missed the second shot, the Dragon's head began appearing from over the wall, immediately staring her down. Desperately, Destroika lit another, nervously hitting the flint and steel on another grenade as she looked up at the beast. The dragon prepared to bite at her again. If she missed this next shot, then she would end up inside the Dragon's stomach. Just like Gorm.

Death was imminent. Even as the Orc pulled back on her weapon, she could feel it's grip on her heart. This was her last shot, her final solution, her last hope for survival. She silently prayed to her Orc Gods that she would make this shot count. Destroika let go of the sling, letting the explosive fly into the direction of the cave roof, towards the chandelier. Everything slowed around her, including the dragon as it was about to lunge at her again. The grenade spun towards it's target, approaching ever closer to impact. After much dramatic deliberation, the explosive detonated, this time hitting it's mark. The hinges of the chandelier broke apart in bits, with the large object dropping out of the air. It was at this moment when the dragons opened jaws were within meters of Destroika, did the sharp ends of the chandelier pierced through it's head and in through the top of it's mouth, through it's head.

Destroika fell back on her booty, watching the dragons eyes widen upon the impact, as it's head dropped to floor in front of her from the heavy impact. It then slid off the side, as the rest of the dragons body went into shock and released it's grip on the wall. The beast plummeted into the grotto below, letting out a final deathly roar upon it's demise. Destroika crawled over the side as she watched the monster collapse into the treasure horde, with it's lifeless body sinking into the sea of gold.

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, ultimately glad that she had vanquished the dragon. It was a long intense struggle, but she was glad it was all behind her. Destroika took a moment to rest, sitting her butt and legs over the wall, as she took a peaceful moment to look over the vast horde of treasure that lay before her. All of this was hers for the taking. She could use it to buy herself her own kingdom, her own palace, her own land, anything that she desired including drink, expensive clothes, trinkets, statues, men, women, the possibilities were truly endless.

But the biggest question remained. How much of it could she collect? And could the extension charm on her bikini bottoms be enough to hold such an amount? After a while, the Orc stood up, holding her hips triumphantly.

"Whelp, I guess I better start collecting!" She said joyfully, before walking off afterwards.


Epilogue.

Three days had passed for Urkgal. The Wolf Mount of Destroika had been sitting there, waiting for his mistress to return from the dreaded depths of the cave. In that time, he had been resting, occasionally going out and hunting for himself before returning to the cave to wait some more. Dawn had just arrived and so far, their was no sign of his beloved Orc rider.

Where was she? was she safe? was she alright? All these questions haunted his conscience. Destroika had been like a mother to him, having raised him from a pup, after having witnessed his family being slaughtered by poachers for their skins. She was the only thing that he called close to family and having to wait for her to return was always a dreaded practice he had to endure every time she went out to find treasure.

It was nearly dusk, and still, their was no sign of his mistress. Urkgal whined upon thinking that maybe Destroika had, for the first time, met her demise. He knew the rules of her occupation, for all Treasure Hunters often risk their lives heavily to claim the objects they seek. And like all others that came before and after, it seemed that death had claimed her at last, with her stories of adventure likely to pass into legend. Seeing that the third day was almost over, Urkgal had no choice but to adhere to his mistresses last wish and go it alone. The giant wolf stood up on all his limbs and turned from the mouth of the cave, with his head and tail down in depression as he slowly wondered away.

Just as he had taken ten paces, he raised his ears upon hearing the sound of silk, dragging along the ground, along with a familiar grunting and panting. The great wolf turned towards the cave again with excitement, sniffing the air. He soon detected the scent of his rider and began to howl with joy. It wouldn't be long until Destroika would come out from inside the cave into his view. Behind her, he noticed her dragging a large, gigantic purple sack. These were in fact, her bikini bottoms, which she held and dragged from the sides of her waist. This bulge was loaded with one big portion of the treasure that was not able to fit inside her already loaded extension charm, being about the size of a wagon. Despite this, it was a miracle her magical briefs were able to carry such a hefty load this size. Regardless, Urkgal was overjoyed to see Destroika had made it out in one piece, save for the many times she had been grievously injured and forced to heal via potions. He licked the Orc across his face as he ran up to embrace her, making her laugh at the same time.

"Hahaha! Urkgal! Oh! I'm glad to see you too buddy!" She said, holding him by the face and shaking it with her hands. "I told you I'd make it out. Sorry it took me so long to get to you. As you can see, it took me a while to collect all this horde. Well most of it anyway. Either way, I think this amount I've got will suffice in setting us up for life!" Destroika put a hand on her bulge behind her, tapping it down in response to her last sentence, while shaking her exposed butt crack at the same time.

"Now. The next question is, how are we gonna get you to drag my gold-filled bikini?" She said in wonder, placing a finger on her chin. But just them, Destroika felt a strange, inappropriate sensation hit her inside her overstuffed undergarments, especially around her pussy. It felt like a small hand was feeling her up, which made her slightly blush and pant sensually at the touch. Curious to find out what it was, she fiddled around inside her bikini, soon grabbing the head of her mysterious molesterer. She dragged them out, soon noticing she had grabbed the tiny head of a random Goblin, the same one that accidently was sucked inside her bikini bottoms earlier from when she was tossed by the dragon into the dinning hall. Destroika pulled the rest of him out, with the Goblin accidently cumming all over her midriff with it's exposed dick.

"YUUUCCCKKKKK!!!" She irked loudly with disgust. The horny Goblin looked at her bashfully at what he'd done, while also trying to humor her at the same time in it's own dialect. However, the Orc woman was clearly not in a listening mood, as she angrily stared the little Goblin straight in the eyes. After what she went through to claim her prize, she had more than enough of his kind and their violations against her and her sexy body.

And so she simply threw the Goblin down hard on the ground, making him bounce across the dirt between her and Urkgal. She then walked up to the begging Goblin and quickly stamped his head in hard, exploding his skull into a bloody mess of brains and meat. Killing him instantly.