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[GOBLIN'S GLORY] Chapter 73.1 Broken Memories
🕑 Added 2023-03-12 03:55:50 +0000 UTCDink’s mind is taken back to his past life as Leo Cloudburst, otherwise known as the Sword Saint. To a time before he was reviled by all.
The Sword Saint stumbled backward while drinking from the wooden tankard in his hand, sloshing mead over the sides as he jovially brandished it like a makeshift sword. The youthful and roguishly handsome storyteller, Jackin looked at him with a matching grin on his face.
“We’ll make a Legend of you yet, Leo!” Jackin said with exaggerated praise and a delighted clap.
“Not to brag, but I’ve already stepped into the Legend realm,” The Sword Saint replied as patrons stared incredulously at him from their seats.
At his feet was a pile of groaning drunks in various states of consciousness. One drunk pushed himself into a seated position before holding his aching head to glower at the pair.
“No fair, Lord Leo, you cheated! You said you would beat us without using any hands,” the drunk complained with a surly expression. He was a heavily bearded individual with unruly red hair dressed in Magus robes.
“That was the deal, Eugene. I said that if I beat all of you without using my hands, you would remain my squire. Hehehe, I didn’t use any mana or my hands!” the Sword Saint gleefully replied, performing a flourishing series of movements with the cup in his hand, sloshing more mead over the rim as he finished with an elaborate thrust. “We ride out for the city of Rafiti on the morrow. For now, we celebrate our continued camaraderie!”
The Sword Saint wandered over to the inn’s entrance, putting his head outside. Only to be buffeted by the wind as he peered up at the stormy sky overhead. A grim expression briefly passed over his features, disappearing as quickly as it came, the result of a bad premonition he felt about the journey to confront the dragon that took up residence in Rafiti. Shaking his head to rid himself of the feeling, he hauled the door flapping in the wind closed and barred it behind him.
“Tonight, all drinks are on me! Barkeep, prepare the next round!” The Sword Saint exclaimed, raising his tankard to the sky. The drunks strewn across the floor enthusiastically cheered and stumbled to their feet as bar wenches began distributing drinks.
The Sword Saint grabbed the waist of an attractive elven female patron in one arm, tipping his head to drain his tankard with the other. Carelessly tossing the empty vessel over his shoulder, the Sword Saint reached out and snatched the waist of a passing bar wench and pulled her in close. The beauties shared a glance and giggled with each other. “Excuse me, gentlemen, I have some business to attend to.”
“We fuck 'em up, we fuck 'em down, we fuck their friends when they're not around. And when they're long and dead forgotten, we'll dig 'em up and fuck 'em rotten!" Jackin’s voice reciting a popular toast echoed behind him as the Sword Saint left the room, accompanied by raised tankards. “To Dink!”
Despite their confusion, the patrons still cheered and downed their drinks. With that, the Sword Saint escorted the two women back to his room upstairs. Closing the door, he was unexpectedly alerted to magic being cast behind him. Spinning to confront it with inhuman speed, time in the room slowed to a still. The Sword Saint internally chastised himself for overreacting when he realised the elven woman was casting a spell to illuminate the room.
Time returned to normal when he released the grasp on his vast mana supply. Alerted by his sudden movement, the pair of women glanced at him with expressions of silent confusion. He smiled at them reassuringly as he stepped into the room, stripping his shirt from over his head.
The Human bar wench swooned with excitement, and the Sword Saint confidently moved forward to catch her. The woman’s enchanting giggles settled his tense muscles as she leaned into him and eagerly explored his chiselled abs with her hands.
“Hey, don’t start without me!” The elven woman complained, impatiently tearing her blouse open, exposing her petite breasts and lithe form.
The elven woman nudged the bar wench to the side and trailed her hands down the Sword Saint’s body to unfasten his trousers. The dislodged woman pouted for only a moment before a mischievous gleam entered her eyes. She locked eyes with the Sword Saint before turning away while maintaining eye contact over her shoulder.
Her hips began to rhythmically sway, and the Sword Saint’s gaze was drawn to the woman’s lender waist and well-rounded ass. His manhood responded and he turned his attention to the immaculate tanned skin of her back as her shirt crumpled to the floor. The elven woman also watched, completely entranced until she became aware of his cock growing rock-hard in her grasp.
The bar wench’s skirt joined the rest of her clothing piled upon the floor and she turned to face the pair watching her with arousal in their gazes. Her body was soft-yet-firm, slender-yet-curvacious, the perfect balance of femininity that could send a man over the brink of madness should he continue to be taunted by such beauty.
Both women possessed an uncommon seductiveness in their demeanour that attracted him in the first place. Without waiting for permission, the bar wench came over to join them and pushed the face of the elven woman toward his phallus. She possessed the well-shaped lips, pointed ears and perfectly symmetrical features trademark of her kind. And now those lips eagerly parted to take the heroic length of his shaft to the back of her throat with no difficulty at all.
The bar wench gathered the elven woman’s lustrous earthen hair into a ponytail at the back of her head, holding it out of the way as her mouth enthusiastically swallowed his cock. Soon his shaft glistened with saliva, accompanied by the intoxicating sound of her gagging herself on his manhood.
The sight of the gorgeous elven woman on her knees with her lips wrapped around a powerful man’s cock drove the bar wench wild. She held the woman’s silken hair in one hand while reaching down to pleasure herself with the other. It didn’t take long until the aroma of her arousal perfumed the air and her hand tightened into a fist, doubling over with her knees pressed trembling together as ecstasy overwhelmed her body.
The elven woman reached up and pried away the barmaid’s tight grip on her hair as the Sword Saint’s cock popped free of her mouth, a thick trail of saliva connecting the two to each other. She looked up at the other woman with a look of annoyance until she recognised the woman was in the midst of climax and had little control over her body.
The Sword Saint stared down at the elven woman’s smeared makeup, drool coating her chin. Felling a sudden urge, he bent down and pushed the attractive woman onto her back, her head resting upon the pile of discarded clothes from before. She still wore her own skirt when he slid his hands up her smooth thighs to grasp hold of her thin undergarments.
Pulling her undergarments over her hips, he drew them all the way down and over her feet, indifferently tossing them aside. The bar wench knelt beside them and watched with envy as the Sword Saint lifted the elf’s skirts and slowly inserted the length of his cock inside her. The elven woman’s messy appearance contorted with pleasure as a moan involuntarily escaped her lips.
The barmaid pressed her knees together, slightly leaning forward with a hand inserted between them. Muffled sounds of pleasure came from her as she continued to touch herself, using the other hand to stimulate the elven woman’s clit. The Sword Saint adjusted his body upright and grabbed the bar wenches hair, pulling her face closer to the action.
Her body transitioned in a cycle of tensing and relaxing as she watched the full length of his cock slamming inside the elven woman’s enticing peach. Unable to restrain herself and held in place by her hair, the barmaid leaned closer and tasted the succulent juices trailing from her body and onto his shaft. Immediately, the elven maiden’s hand joined the Sword Saint’s on the back of her head and began to arch her hips up into her.
The bar wench took the cue and her tongue began to dart over the other woman’s exposed clitoris. The elven woman’s back lifted from the floor, clutching at the barmaid’s brunette curls as she held her breath and then released it with her body overcome by convulsing.
The Sword Saint pulled his engorged cock from between her legs and thrust the barmaid on top. Her knees straddled the elven woman’s waist as she gasped, the Sword Saint’s impressive length now slamming deep inside her. She glanced back at the intoxicating expression of cocky satisfaction on his face. Turning back to the soft woman underneath her, she pressed her lips to hers and passionately kissed her.
The elven woman immediately responded by burying both hands in her curls with her tongue darting inside her mouth. Their lips remained interlocked, muffled moans escaping from between them in sync with the Sword Saint's slapping thrusts against her firm buttocks. A growing red mark appeared on her ass from the impact. The mark continued to spread enticingly across her golden skin as he tightly gripped hold of her narrow waist, pulling her onto his hardened phallus.
His body built up to climax under the steady pressure of the barmaid’s tight peach until he could hold back no longer. Pinching the base of his shaft, he pulled it out and flipped the barmaid onto her back next to the spent elven woman, exposing their intoxicating bodies and glistening peaches. His hand moved with the practised ease of a man in the prime of his life.
The pressure mounted until it burst forth, shooting his seed over both women as they giggled at him with gazes filled with a devilish lust. The sound of thunder shook the room as lightning flashed outside, tearing open the shutters. There was where the broken memory ended and Dink was cast back into the swirling vortex of his past.
