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Chapter 14

A Goblin Slayer's encounter with a flaming woman!

Rated-M

M rating for mature themes, nudity, romance, violence, blood, adult themes, and of course, sex.

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His boots crushed the branches beneath his feet, treading the cave path before him. The entrance was vacant, but he knew upon entering the depths of the system he would find his target.

The moment he stepped inside he was assaulted by a volley of crude goblin arrows, the weapons bouncing harmlessly off of his armor. The goblins snarled at him, mocking him with their vile putrid laughter as they rushed forward in an effort to overwhelm him with numbers and sharp broken iron weapons.

"Pathetic…" He muttered, cleaving the first one in half, kicking its corpse into two more that approached. They crashed into a heap, only to be stabbed through by his sword, their flesh akin to butter against the night of his blade. "That's three." He muttered, leveling a blazing red glare upon the other group that approached him.

Seeing their weaker front line soldiers get taken down like they were nothing should have been their first warning that death awaited them.

But they were goblins, and only knew that there was no way out when it was too late to do anything about.

So they rushed him, cackling madly as they jumped into the air, some going high, others rushing low, and even more attempting to flank him.

His eyes narrowed.

Then he moved.

He blocked the goblins up high, one getting impaled on his shield, while the others held on as they attempted to stab his neck. At the same time he cleaved four in front of him in half with a single swing, before turning to kick another that tried to sneak up behind him.

He spun on his heels, flinging his sword into the second that flanked from behind. "That's nine."

The goblins on his shield gaped when their neck attack failed to even make him flinch, and realized the error of their ways when he finally turned his gaze to them. They flinched in fear of his anger, leaping free of his shield as they attempted to retreat deeper into the caves.

They they fell sideways, their heads falling from their necks as he tossed his short sword like it had been a boomerang, spinning through the air as it cut them down before becoming stuck in their bones. "Twelve." He muttered lowly, almost sounding bored.

He stalked forward, more goblins pouring in from the depths of the cave. They paused when they saw twelve of their own laying dead, their bodies pasted across the floors and walls of the cave. When they cast their eyes upon the one responsible, they saw a demon coated in the blood of their brothers, his lone eye shining through his visor the same color as the liquid that gave them life.

"Oh, looks like there is more of you." Goblin Slayer murmured, drawing his flaming sword once more.

The goblins laughed, drawing their poisoned blades as they surrounded him, twenty to one. They believed in their hearts, that numbers meant everything.

They were about to learn the error of their ways.

Instead of waiting for them to strike, he moved for the first blow. He charged the first goblin, beheading it as he kicked its body into its companions. "Thirteen."

Four charged him from the right, using his seeming moment of weakness to attack. However, for them, it was over the moment he uttered a single word. "Yol." The word slipped free from his lips, sending a blazing wave of fire their way. Four were caught in the blast, their bodies catching fire, something only made worse by the clothes they wore like scraps. "Seventeen."

He didn't even wait to see them die, letting them scream their death tolls as he spun about and cleaved three more in half with a backhanded swing of his enchanted sword. He parried another goblin that had snuck behind him, blocking its attack while simultaneously thrusting the spike on his shield into its stomach. "Eighteen."

Three more appeared behind him, firing arrows at his backside.

Arrows that bounced lifelessly from his Dwarven forged armor. He turned to face them, glowering in their direction. Behind them were spikes lining the cave walls, sharped to a point from time. "Oh, volunteers. I've been wanting to try this on you…" He stated simply, stalking towards them. "Fus." He uttered, sending a wave of energy their way. It wasn't enough to break bones or rend flesh from bone, but it was enough to throw their smaller bodies into those spikes mentioned previously.

The small creatures gawked in surprise when they found themselves mounted on the cave walls, their entrails stabbed through by sharp jagged rocks.

He turned away, deciding to leave them to suffer in their last moments. Their bodies would serve as a warning if other goblins ever chose this cave system as a home in the future, a warning that he was here for them. "Twenty one."

Three goblins were left standing, and after witnessing their group so easily decimated, they knew that they had no chance. So, they made the wise decision, and turned to flee.

But…

That decision had been made far, far too late.

"Too late…" Goblin Slayer muttered, reaching into his pouch as he produced a sling one might use to subdue a wild horse. He swung it around before tossing it expertly at the remaining three goblins.

They tried to escape, almost making it into the opening of the cave system when they found themselves all tied together at the waist.

Stuck together by rope, they tripped over a rock previously unseen as the man in gold stalked towards them.

They stumbled to their feet, working together as they tried to hobble away-

Only for him to stomp down on the loose rope, halting their efforts. "Trying to run away?" He intoned lowly, sneaking ever closer. "Trying to escape your fate?"

There was twenty feet of rope between them and him, his gaze unblinking, staring into their souls.

"That won't do…" He muttered, fifteen feet away now. "You don't get second chances."

They hissed at his face, spitting at him in a vane attempt to scare him away. But their bluster wavered when he began drawing closer.

"Do you want to run away, flee into the depths of your filthy hole and never return?" He asked lowly, ten feet between him and the bound hissing monsters. "Then beg…" He ordered, five feet away now.

Their eyes widened at the thickness in the air, the level of hatred bubbling within the cave walls so thick that it felt as if they were drowning in an ocean of their own blood. The very air seemed to turn red, waves of darkness surrounding him so thick that what they saw before them was no mere mortal.

But a demon.

A demon that was here for them.

"Beg for mercy. I want to hear you beg." He ordered again, voice radiating a merciless fury that would put Daedric gods to shame. "Plead for your lives, call out to whatever god you worship." He said again, raising his blade up. "But just know this, I won't be listening." He muttered, waiting for them to scream before he cut them down.

The caves were suddenly silent, the screams of goblins cut short. Goblin Slayer's golden armor was painted red with the blood of goblins, serving as a good display of what was immediately to come. "That's twenty four…" He muttered lowly, flicking his blade clean of their blood.

Then he turned his gaze to the open cavern before him, an cave of goblins staring in a mix of awe and mortification of the lone warrior that had dared to enter their territory. He was not scared, he was not afraid.

Instead, he was the monster lurking in the darkness, the thing that went bump in the night, the sound that woke you from your sleep to haunt you inexplicably.

He was death to goblins, and he had come for them.

Priestess stood in awe behind him, having completely unanticipated the level of disdain he held for goblins. She had never before seen such a vicious and efficient way of fighting that all of his moves, his sword swings, his kicks, look entirely effortless.

She nearly wet herself when exposed to the level of killing intent in the air, her legs shaking underneath her skirt, knees knocking together. Her teeth chattered in her skull, eyes wide and staring unblinkingly at the slaughter before her.

If she blinked, if she even looked away for one moment, turned her gaze from the blood stained warrior in gold…

She would be dead.

Or…

At least that is what her body was telling her in that moment.

She swallowed thickly, raising a hand to her chest as she tried to call her rapidly beating heart.

She wondered, that feeling in her chest, that fear that trickled down her spine until it made her weak in the knees. Was that what the goblins felt when he faced them in battle? Was what she felt even an inkling of the murderous spirit that rained down upon them?

She didn't know, and frankly speaking, she wasn't sure she would ever want to know. Just being within the vicinity of his aura was enough to momentarily make her rethink her decision to join him.

But the knowledge that his rage was directed, not at her, but at the goblins solely reassured her that she had made the correct choice.

Then he turned back to her, but none of that rage came her way. "Priestess, stay back." He ordered sharply, motioning to the cave entrance.

"R-Right!" She exclaimed, rushing back towards the sunlight.

Now alone, Goblin Slayer turned his attention towards the rest of the goblins. Unlike the first twenty four that had died by his hand, these ones didn't seem too keen on rushing to their deaths.

Unfortunately, he wasn't one to spare goblins.

"The only good goblins are dead goblins…" He murmured, beginning his trek forward. "Time to convert you." He said to himself, rushing into the crowd…

Ten minutes.

That's all that battle had amounted to in the end.

Ten minutes of a brutal one sided slaughter, fifty dead goblins littering the once pristine cave system known as Brittleshin Pass.

The battle itself had not been all that interesting to the man, but what had been interesting to him was the ritual the goblins had been attempting to complete before his arrival.

The missing caravan he'd been sent to rescue was laying dead on a crude looking stone alter, their blood drained into a strange gathering of symbols and runes. The goblin that had been responsible for the ritual, a goblin shaman, had seemingly tried to summon a demon to use to their bidding.

But he had managed to halt the ritual before it was too late, stopping a disaster before it could evolve beyond his control.

Or so he had thought.

Because the moment he beheaded the last goblin, the shaman's head landing atop the stone alter, a blinding flash of light emerged.

Goblin Slayer stumbled backwards, a few arrows sticking out of his inner thigh making such a movement a nuisance. He leveled his gaze at the alter, watching as the blinding light shifted into a dark purple in color, before coalescing into a shape.

His gaze narrowed as the dark cloud of chilling magic shifted into the form of a woman, tall and voluptuous, her body made seemingly entirely out of a liquid flame given form. Her breasts seemed to rival a certain vampire of his, a cooled magma-like armor coming up to cup her large flame orbs.

She stepped out of the portal, long slender legs forming up into a plump and shapely posterior and thin waistline. Her face, which lacked eyes of any kind, seemed to almost be made of a mask formed out of cooled lava, shaped into plump lips that were pulled into an eager grin.

Her face seemed to extend up into two large horns that flowed back into her long flaming hair, which like the rest of her body, was made out of a liquid fire given life.

The fire demon stepped down from the alter used to summon her, glancing at her surroundings.

It didn't take her long to lock eyes with the sole survivor of the cave, the man standing before her, soaked in the blood of his enemies.

"Mortal man…" She cooed, pointing a delicate yet dangerous looking claw at the golden forged warrior. "Are you responsible for summoning me?" She asked lowly, voice tinged with mirth and a hint of less than upright intentions.

"No. The goblins summoned you." Goblin Slayer answered truthfully, standing a little straighter.

Her lips pulled back into a look of disgust, turning her invisible gaze to the bodies that lined the ground around her. "These detestable things summoned me? I'm offended that those lowly beasts would dare to attempt such a thing. If you had not killed them, I would do so myself." She admitted, because turning her gaze back to him.

Her lips pulled up into a salacious smile when looking at him, her long legs propelling her forward as she began slowly stalking her way towards him. "However, seeing as those that had wished to summon me have been dealt with, that leaves you to handle me." She said lowly, stalking up to him.

She pressed her up to him, large flaming breasts pressing against his collarbone as she stared down at him, cooing at what she saw. "Tell me mortal, what is your desire? What is it that you want most in this world? Riches? Fame? Women?" She asked lowly, hands coming up to cup his chin underneath his helmet. "Me?"

He stared blankly up at her, not even debating his response. "I want to kill goblins. I want to rid the world of their species, permanently." He explained simply.

"And what else?" She asked, leaning down closer to him.

"That's it." He replied, shrugging his shoulders.

If she had eyes, they would have surely widened. "E-Excuse me?" She muttered in surprise. "That's all?"

"Yes?" He offered helpfully, eyebrow raised behind his visor. "Is that not what you expected?" He asked.

"N-No…" She murmured, backing away. She turned away from him, lifting a clawed hand to her chin in thought. "Most mortals that summon a Daedra have less than such upright thoughts in mind." She murmured to herself, seemingly having devolved into a moment of internal turmoil. "Is this mortal wrong in the mind?"

As for Goblin Slayer, he watched her curiously as she talked to herself just outside of his hearing range. She seemed to debate something for a long while, weighing her options.

He blinked, before turning away from her as he instead began moving to make sure that all of his kills were assuredly dead.

After all, he couldn't allow even one goblin to escape from here, lest they go off and warn others of him.

He began stabbing each supposedly dead goblin in the chest, moving from each body to the next, making sure to count them. He managed to get to around twenty before the flaming woman appeared before him, stopping his progress.

He blinked up at her as she hovered a solid foot off of the ground, gazing curiously up at her form. "Can I help you?"

Her lips twitched. "'Can you help me?' What sort of question is that? You are not supposed to help me, I am supposed to help you." She pointed out sharply.

"The goblins summoned you, not me." He reminded simply.

She recoiled. "Then that means you've killed those responsible for summoning me." She pointed out.

"Then that means you are free to go." He offered helpfully.

She crossed her arms underneath her large flaming bosom, glaring down at him. "No. That makes you my new master. You killed those that summoned me, now you must take responsibility." She stated sharply, floating over to him until she was staring down at him, forcing the man to crane his neck up to look at her.

His shoulders seemed to sag a bit. "Do I have to?" He asked.

She gasped at the audacity of the mortal before her, to try and brush her aside.

How…

How dare he!

Was he mocking her!?

Did he think her weak, beneath him so that she was not even worth keeping around?

Then she would have to show him that her usefulness far outweighed the minor inconvenience he would have to suffer to keep her around. So, crossing her arms beneath her molten bosom, she landed on the ground, leveling a glare at him. "Yes. Yes you do. It is Daedric law, that I obey the one who has slayed my previous summoner. Therefore it is your responsibility to watch over me." She stated simply, an air of haughtiness surrounding her.

Goblin Slayer's shoulders fell. "I see." He muttered, before turning away. "Does that make you my wife?" He asked simply.

"Wife, slave, servant, toy, mistress, I see no difference." She spoke lowly, bending over so that she could be at eyes level with him. "You are my master now, and I am yours to do with whatever you see fit. You will find that I am very hard to get rid of." She hummed salaciously, a flaming tongue slipping free to wet her lips.

If Goblin Slayer had any objections to her statement, they were immediately silenced when she pushed his helmet back to press her lips to his own, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss. The moment their lips connected, a magical symbol appeared around her neck, binding her to him.

The only thought running through Goblin Slayer's head in that moment was his idle mind taking notice of how warm her lips felt when pressed to his own. For it certainly was different…

Priestess shuffled nervously outside of the cave entrance, waiting for him to return to her. He told her to wait outside where it was safe, keeping watch so that nothing would sneak in and attack him from behind.

She knew the real reason he kept her out was that he wanted her to stay as far from the fighting as possible, and she didn't mind.

She'd seen enough goblin blood and entrails to last a lifetime, yet she knew if she stuck around with him she'd certainly see even more.

Standing outside, with nothing but the wind to keep her company, she couldn't help but listen in on the battle taking place not far behind her. Slowly but surely, the sounds of goblins went silent, until she could hear them no more.

She wanted to run in and investigate, make sure that Goblin Slayer was alive. But he was firm in his orders to stay outside, so she would wait and see.

Eventually, she saw something coming from the cave. It was a light, or perhaps a torch. It lit up the walls, surrounding the man in question as he made his way outside.

Her eyes slowly widened in shock when noticing that he was not alone, a fire demon of some sort trailing behind him. Either he didn't notice her presence, or didn't care, as he walked right up to her, patting her on the head. "Priestess, are you alright? Did any goblins escape?" He asked, glancing at the stunned girl.

"U-U-Um! N-No! No goblins escaped, Goblin Slayer sir!" She squeaked, unable to not stare at the tall voluptuous fire woman behind him.

"Good." He muttered, turning to glance at said fire demon. "This is…" He started, trailing off when he realized he did not have a way to introduce her.

"We Flame Atronach do not typically use mortal names. However, if you must, then you will refer to me as Ignis." The Daedric fire demon spoke, her voice sultry and low, yet tinged with a hint of amusement.

"This is Ignis, my fire demon wife." Goblin Slayer concluded, turning back to the stunned blonde girl.

"And you must be my Master's other servant?" Ignis asked curiously.

"U-Um, I'm just a friend…" Priestess muttered nervously underneath the Flame Atronach's gaze.

"Oh, I see. I apologize for the confusion." She muttered softly.

"I-It's fine…" The young girl muttered.

"The quest is complete, the goblins are all dead, the caravan didn't survive. I'm returning to Whiterun." Goblin Slayer muttered, turning to face the road, ready to get on the move already.

Except…

"Hold on mister! You aren't going anywhere in that state!" Priestess exclaimed, cutting his path off. "You've got arrows sticking out of your legs! You can't walk like that!" She stated loudly, her nervous nature seeming to fade away when posed with someone who was in need of her skills.

As for the man in question, he glanced down only to find that he had indeed been struck by a few arrows, his own blood staining his legs. "Oh, I see…" He muttered, moving to yank them out.

Priestess sighed, moving closer to him as she began channeling her healing magic to sooth his battle wounds.

Ignis watched the scene curiously, surprised to find the man who so heartlessly and cruelly slaughtered a horde of goblins bend to the will of a little girl without so much as a peep in argument.

If anything, it only made the enigma of a man more intriguing in her opinion…

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