Chapter 1: Follow the Compass

A goblin and a human.

Simple enough.

An unlikely duo, assuredly, but based on appearances alone, that was all there was to the pair. However, one's gaze needed only linger a moment, to notice several oddities about the two travelers.

Firstly, the goblin was female, which was a rare sight on its own, but stranger yet was the appearance of said goblin. She stood at four feet of height, somewhat taller than the average member of the tribe. Her skin bore a dark olive-looking color, and the similarity extended even further, as a patch of red hair adorned the top of her scalp, not unlike a pimento olive. The Demi-Human's traits were softer than most of its kind, not quite as appallingly horrifying as was common to the goblin race. Golden irises, round cheeks, a sharp bony chin, and ears which resembled a bat's wings: her facial features painted her as an exotically rare goblin, but still, she could hardly be called attractive.

If one's eyes traced further down the goblin's body, they would risk dislodging from their orbit as they followed the contours of her hips. Her sides flared provocatively, being nothing short of befitting a brood mother. The goblin's heels would never meet, as her buttocks were like two volleyballs, and the massive gelatinous spheres squished against one another, forcing a constant gap between her equally fleshy thighs.

As if to compliment the Demi-Human's provocative curves, she wore a single brown garb, which split into two, right at her hip level. With every step, her meaty green legs danced just outside of the tunic's reach.

Which seemed to greatly please the burly warrior marching behind her. His eyes were glued not on the dirt road they traced, not the goblin's staff, nor even the odd compass which the Demi-Human held in her grip.

Instead, the man, his lips twisted in an eternally devilish grin, eyed the female's contours like a dog tracing a morsel of fine steak.

"I hope we never reach that city…" He commented, seemingly to himself, but the goblin overheard his remark.

"Soon." She pointed towards the large walls in the distance.

Her expression quickly soured once she realized the man's eyes were glued to her lower half.

The goblin furrowed her brow and grumbled angrily, however she made no effort to combat the man's lustfulness, as if it were an unpleasant, but somewhat regular occurrence.

"Body of man, but mind of mutt." The goblin spat in her limited ease of the common tongue.

"You're wrong, Fadila! So very wrong! You see, there is nothing more human than lusting after a beautiful woman!" The man set his hands on his hips in an exaggerated display of bravado.

A slight clink resounded as the steel gauntlet he wore on his right hand struck his belt buckle.

In that awfully comical pose, the man's musculature bulged through his tunic. Although average of height, there was something terrifying about the man's frame. It seemed more fitting an ox than a human being, as everything, from his arms to his chest and legs, bulged with rock-solid muscle.

"It's obviously why I was sent to this world! To taste the pleasures of unearthly women! Gahahaha!"

His laugh was loud, boisterous and completely unrestrained, as one would imagine a brutal king sitting atop a realm of riches.

"Human sick in head… and heart…" Fadila grumbled, fixing her eyes on the compass.

"Surely the God of this world is a lustful being, since he approves of my grandiose goal of relishing every beautiful woman in the world. Why else would I be summoned here? Clearly, it's so that my lewd desires may be sated, free of consequence! Can you even think of one other good reason?"

Fadila's attention remained on the compass in an attempt to stonewall the man's ridiculous comments.

"And besides, aren't you proof enough that I'm right?" The warrior's voice shifted from a thunderous drumming to a sensuous coo.

He prodded the woman's large hips with his finger, teasing the sensitive folds of her skin.

"Hrrmmm…" Fadila sounded like a purring cat, yet, clearly, there were traces of annoyance and frustration in her throat.

"The first creature God sent down my path, in this foreign world, was a beautiful curvy goblin." He slid his steeled index across her fleshy thigh.

"Your words lie…" Dismissing the compass, Fadila instead looked at the dirt and gravel beneath her.

"You're still saying that?" He placed two of his fingers underneath her left buttock and gave it a light push, causing the mound of flesh to jiggle. "Do you need more convincing, even after last night?"

A stroke of red appeared on her cheeks, matching the patch of hair on her scalp. Though Fadila's legs now jittered lightly, she continued her march towards the city. "Sitri, you are… a troublesome human…" The words slid softly through her sharp fangs.

"Gahahaha!" He suddenly swooped the goblin in his arms, embracing her curvaceous body in his burly arms, "That's because you're so adorable, my sweet Fadila! I can't help myself when you act this cute!"

Sitri tightly hugged the diminutive Demi-Human. The way he effortlessly handled her body resembled a child playing with his favorite toy.

"Ah… It stopped working." Fadila glanced down at her right hand, and realized that her compass' arrow pointed downwards. The slight back-and-forth of the needle as it swung lifelessly made her turn back towards Sitri in accusation, "Because you are touching me."

"Hmm is that so?" The burly lad pressed his lips against the goblin's neck, relishing the tingling of her spine. "Who cares about a stupid magic item? It worked for all of two seconds when I had it."

"Because of your curse."

"How is it a curse? Magic is dumb! Anything that can hit you from range, or mess with your mental state or set-up illusions is horribly cowardly! I hated it when it was a game mechanic and I still hate it."

As she dangled helplessly from Sitri's arms, Fadila peered at her staff and recounted, "Cannot cast magic when you touch me. Magic item no longer works. Even when I used spell… good or bad…. your curse eats it."

"You wanna talk about curses?" Sitri freed one of his hands and groped the goblin's butt, eliciting an involuntary yelp from his companion. "Look at this huge ass! How is it so big? So enticing? If anything, this is a curse!"

Fadila lowered her head. Her body simultaneously drooped, as if her vitality had been sapped.

"Let go…" She demanded, her voice drenched in sorrow.

It was not the reaction he had expected. Sitri stopped dead in his tracks, and whispered in Fadila's ear, "Are you reminded of their words?"

She answered not.

"I'm too selfish, really, to be angry at your tribemates for what they made you go through." Sitri's large, robust hands slithered higher, from Fadila's hips to her modest chest. "I'm just thankful you refuse to realize how gorgeous you are, or you'd quickly find someone way better than me."

She managed a fatigued scoff, "Goblins mock me, humans want to kill me… There is no one else…"

"And that's precisely why us fellow losers have to stick together, you feel me?"

Sitri aligned his helpless companion's imposing behind with his crotch.

"We need to stay closely together, you and I. We're stranded in a strange…"

He rubbed her jiggling orbs against his swelling bulge. Unfortunately for Fadila, the thin layer of fabric between them did nothing to stop her chest from igniting with lust.

"…and foreign…"

The goblin's odd, frustrated purring returned, as lust rapidly spread throughout her small frame and threatened to douse her inner thighs in bodily fluids.

"Nghff…" She bit onto her lower lip, hoping the slight pain might return her to sanity.

"…and cruel, cruel world." Her massive cheeks parted slightly as Sitri pushed his concealed rod deeper inside her flesh.

The slight bump of his bulge against her soaking mound was enough to spark fireworks in her brain. A primal call to breed attempted to drown out all of the goblin's other thoughts.

"Not now… Let go... Or we get lost…" Hot breaths, like volcanic clouds escaped her lips.

"The city was right there… we don't need to worry." Sitri's hungering fingers sank deeper into the female's budding bosom.

His rough, meaty fingers brushed against the peaks of her chest, hardening her nipples at an alarming rate.

"I…" Her throat no longer held any words, only boiling, quivering moans.

Sitri, his melting-hot goblin companion still in his arms, took a single step back.

A whistling noise sounded through the air, before an arrow's jagged tip sank into the ground, right where Sitri had been previously standing.

"Interesting welcome." The warrior smirked in excitement.

"An attack from the city?" Fadila replied with a flushed expression on her face.

"Gahahaha! They were probably just jealous of our passionate display of affection. Some people are like that."

Sitri released his companion, and immediately, the compass sprung back to life, indicating the city before them as a clear objective.

"It points forward…" Fadila took several deep breaths to calm her aching core.

"Guess it's time to find out just how accurate the Compass of Adventure really is!"

"E-Rantel…"

"Hopefully it leads to a beautiful woman! Gahahaha!"

Under the watchful eye of the city's guards, the pair made their way to the front gate.