Chapter 3: Morgan to the Rescue!

As soon as Morgan burst back through the shattered remains of the wooden door, he was greeted by the sight of a little green figure furiously pumping its almost comically large cock into Marilyn’s abused cunt. This was apparently not the first goblin to have plowed that field during this encounter, because with every slap of this little goblin’s balls against her clit, the elf could see globs of thick white cum drip out from the between her lips to pool on the stone flood between her knees.

The slapping sounds of the goblin’s slender hips slamming into the paladin’s ample bottom were almost loud enough to drown out her cries, but not quite. Even without seeing her face from this vantage point, Morgan rightly assumed that her face would fully betray the confused jumble of pain, pleasure, and righteous indignation that the woman was experiencing in rapid succession — a mixture which was more than evident to the elven fighter from the lusty edge that her cries of protest carried each time the goblin’s thick cock plunged mercilessly into her tight depths.

“Ahhh!” she screamed, throwing her head back as she involuntarily arched her spine, her body clearly reacting — against her conscious will, no doubt — to the animalistic fucking she was being subjected to. “P-Please st—”

Her pleading was preemptively cut short, Morgan saw as he sprinted towards the foursome, when one of the other two goblins surreptitiously plugged her mouth with the rather impressive erection he had been nursing. This left the third goblin holding her head back by a fistful of golden hair while he kept the black blade of a curved knife pressed close against the white skin of her throat, while his two companions spitroasted the girl from both ends. It was a sight wholly unlike anything the elf was prepared for, especially by the way his body reacted to the tableau.

What the fuck!?

Morgan nearly skidded to a halt as a wave of extremely confusing emotions and feelings washed over him while he sped across the large chamber. The sudden and extreme sense of dysphoria that filled the elf was so profound that he found himself nearly skidding to a halt mid-run just to keep from stumbling over his own feet. For some reason that, in the heat of battle had could not even begin to analyze, Morgan found himself getting a painfully hard erection. His little elf cock, hardly bigger than a human’s middle finger, standing up like it was made of the same steel as his newfound armor.

The problem, as Morgan saw it, was not so much that he had an erect cock beneath his plate mail, rather it was the reason that he had gotten so hard so quickly that confounded him. Despite always having been at least somewhat physically effeminate, both in the “real” world and in Fantasy Adventure Quest, Morgan could honestly say that at no point had he ever even considered any kind of sexual activity apart from the usual heterosexual fantasies in which most teenage boys engaged, with his fantasies incorporating pretty much every attractive woman with whom he came into contact.

But now, for whatever reason, Morgan found himself inadvertently fantasizing not about fucking the beautiful woman in front of him. No, what his body was so vehemently reacting to right now was the thought of being the one getting fucked. When he paused momentarily to consider this rush of feelings, it almost seemed to Morgan like he was peering through some kind of mist, which was shrouding his mind and body in this strange new desire. And, if he focused intently, turning his analytical faculties towards this surging desire — however briefly, given that he was still literally running — he found that it dissipated somewhat.

Still, even as he came within striking distance of the foursome, all of whom were far too consumed with their little orgy to notice his arrival, no amount of left-brain analysis would calm the elf’s throbbing little cock. In fact, Morgan realized that he was actually doubly glad that the armor covered his loins in that moment. Not only did it apparently offer an amazing amount of magically enhanced combat capabilities, but right now it was also doing him the distinct service of concealing the stain which was rapidly developing in the crotch of his trousers as his slender cock spewed out a small river of clear precum.

Seriously, what in the ACTUAL fuck!?

The gap now closed, Morgan had run out of time to analyze this momentary assault of utterly bizarre sexual desire still welling up within him. Doing his best to focus on some part of the nearest goblin other than the thick cock still pumping furiously into Marilyn’s sodden cunt, the young elven fighter drew his sword back to strike. At the last moment, he was incredibly pleased to feel his body swell once again with the same surge of magical energy which had flowed through him back in the loot room. Temporarily clearing away not only the lusty haze, but also any doubts and fears lurking at the edges of his mind, Morgan almost immediately felt himself transform into an instrument of death.

“Die!” the elf shouted, his rather high-pitched voice’s shrill cry finally drawing the attention of the goblin trio away from the prize of supple human flesh they had been so enjoying.

Blue and white magical energy crackled along the edge of Morgan’s sword as it cut a horizontal arc through the air. When it connected with the stunned goblin’s green flesh, the elf was more than a bit shocked to see the sizzling blade shear cleanly through the small monster’s upper torso and both arms. The look of complete surprise remained locked in place on the goblin’s face as its head and shoulders slid off of the rest of its body from which it was just been severed.

A geyser of bright red blood erupted, spraying all over both Marilyn as well as the remaining two goblins, who cruel little faces had distorted into masks of pure outrage at the elf’s intrusion into their game. Gruesomely, even as the dead goblin’s head and shoulderless torso slumped forward over the human paladin’s blood drenched back, Morgan saw that its hands remained locked in a literal death grip, its fingers clenched tightly into the soft flesh around Marilyn’s hips, with each gory appendage terminating in a bloody stump, spurting yet more goblin blood down the backs of her thighs.

The horrific death throes of the monster concluded when Morgan noticed its balls involuntarily constricting, pumping out one final load of cum in an instinctive drive to pass on its monstrous heritage. The tremors which ran through the goblin’s cock from the autonomic response were sharp enough that the thick green member slipped out of Marilyn’s pussy mid-orgasm. This resulted in the elf fighter getting an extremely up close and personal look at the ropes of thick cum squirting out of the creatures member down into the puddle which had already been forming between Marilyn’s knees.