Heilyn, the Prospective Goblin Broodmare
Warm—no, scorching—desert sunlight poured down as Kairan slowly opened her eyes. Brushing aside her tousled hair, she sat up and flashed a gentle smile at Eli lying beside her.
Memories of the previous night replayed vividly in her mind.
"This girl's a total perv, seriously."
The recollection of unleashing their lust in some outrageous position that only futanari could pull off—one even Kairan hadn't imagined—flushed her cheeks red.
"Well, it felt amazing, so whatever."
They'd reinforced each other's bodies with mana and holy power during their intense romp. Any normal person would've died from internal injuries or ruptured organs long ago, but Kairan began slowly circulating her mana through her throbbing body.
Hmm, did I overdo it...?
Her body ached more than she'd thought. Wincing at the muscle pain wracking her entire frame, Kairan furrowed her brow slightly.
"Mm... Good... morning..."
"Oh, you're up?"
"Yeah..."
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Eli sat up and greeted Kairan. Exchanging their now-familiar morning hellos, the two gazed at each other's bodies once more.
Just one night together, and yet their bodies seemed even more beautiful, lewd, and alluring.
After staring hungrily at each other for a moment, they burst out laughing in unison.
""Perv.""
They smiled at each other for a while longer. Eli stopped first, planting a soft kiss on Kairan's lips with a small smile.
A light smack as their lips parted gently. Eli grinned with her eyes and said,
"Shall we get going?"
"Yeah, let's move."
Instead of climbing into the carriage, they started walking. They were certain a goblin outpost was nearby.
Eli left a holy power mark on the carriage before joining Kairan. Their distance felt even closer now. Satisfied, Eli scanned their surroundings carefully.
After walking some distance, goblin groups came into view, and Eli smiled.
"Found 'em."
A horde of goblins climbing up from the deep canyon. Armed with iron swords and thin armor, they were likely elite goblins.
Which meant the chances were very, very high that the canyon floor below was their base.
"Hero."
"Got it."
Kairan stepped forward, sword in hand. The goblins spotted her and raised their weapons one by one.
The goblins' swords were in pretty good shape. Whether from constant maintenance or recent acquisition, there were no missing teeth, no oil slicks.
Not as pristine as Kairan's sword, always kept in top condition by her Unique Ability, Holy Sword of the Hero, but still decent enough.
"Kerruk! Kerruk!"
"Wonder what they're saying."
"Probably telling us to get out of their territory? Or maybe they smell the female goblin stench on us."
"...Do I stink?"
"Probably only goblins can smell it. You just smell nice to me."
Kairan nodded at Eli's words, figuring the girl who'd lived here longer knew best.
Dismissing the minor curiosity, Kairan focused on the goblins ahead. They pointed their swords and shouted but didn't charge recklessly. Smarter than the bandits who'd attacked on sight, maybe.
"Alright, let's take 'em lightly."
Exploding mana from her legs, she charged forward. Whether due to her physical talent or Eli's good teaching, Kairan grasped mana usage intuitively.
Releasing the light mana gathered in her sword, the area enveloped in blinding white light—like a flashbang from a game.
"Eek—!"
As the light faded, the goblins clutched their eyes, swords dropped. Kairan swept through them in an instant, reducing them to black ash.
Blocks my vision too. Can I avoid that?
Spreading light mana like a flashbang was effective, but it blinded her as well. Pondering a fix, Kairan swung down her raised sword.
Slash!
A sharp sound as she cleaved a goblin in two, slicing through its raised sword too for a clean bisect. Infusing mana into her blade again—
The world turned white once more.
Hearing the goblins' kaaaak! screams, Kairan swung her sword wide.
Blood-like fluids sprayed everywhere, evaporating instantly.
Kairan glanced around. Plenty more goblins left, endlessly climbing from the cliff base—confirmation this was their outpost.
"Kaak!"
A spear-wielding goblin thrust its sharp iron tip. Kairan dodged, grabbed the shaft, severed its arms, and snatched the spear. Her right-hand sword finished the disarmed goblin; her left-hand spear impaled a charging one.
As the original owner died, Kairan infused mana into the spear, engraving it before storing it in her inventory. She turned to Eli.
"How was that, Eli?"
Beaming at Eli—
"Huh? There's more..."
She pointed behind. Turning, Kairan saw more goblins scaling the cliff, some with bows. She reset her stance to charge, but—
"Eli?"
Eli beat her to it, dashing toward the goblins.
Silver Bullet
Silver projectiles from Eli's fingertips shattered the heads of the bow-wielding goblins.
Not stopping, she leaped off the cliff. Kairan followed in alarm, greeted by a massive light.
Holy Wave
Eli's serene voice carried a sacred tone, followed by a massive clap!
The holy power in that cliff-echoing sound turned every goblin below to ash.
They vanished without a scream. Kairan could only chuckle dryly at the horde's pathetic end.
"Yay~!"
Eli landed stylishly at the base, flashing a V-sign and grinning at Kairan. Shaking her head, Kairan jumped after her.
Mid-fall, she reinforced her arms with mana, jamming the spear into the wall. Crunch!—her descent slowed dramatically.
As the ground neared and speed vanished, she pocketed the spear and landed safely, eyeing Eli.
"If you had that, you could've used it sooner."
"Experience matters, right? But you were cool, Hero."
Eli hugged the grumbling Kairan, pecking her pouty lips before tugging her hand toward the cave.
A large cave in the cliff face—less natural, more man-made. As they walked, Eli spoke.
"When I spread holy power earlier, I sensed another holy presence here. Probably Heilyn."
"You felt holy power, so..."
"Yeah, she's alive."
Following sporadically placed torches, they soon reached a wide chamber.
"There she is."
At the altar-like chamber's end, a dark silver-haired woman lay on bedding. An eyepatch covered one eye—likely injured—and her pupil cycled blue, red, yellow.
Moaning idiotically, pussy gushing fluids, Eli approached cautiously.
"She's poisoned."
"Poison?"
"Nah, more like an aphrodisiac."
Eli flicked Heilyn's nipple.
Oooh! Heilyn moaned, squirting more. Her face, devoid of reason, was painted in ecstasy. Gripping the bedding, hips bucking—like a whore, not a priestess.
"Hng. Definitely a cumdump."
Pressing Heilyn's lower belly, Eli continued.
"Her womb's loose. Probably from birthing goblin brats. At least three digits' worth."
"...Can you heal her?"
"Of course. I'm a saint, remember?"
Eli grinned confidently.
"Mm, well, part of me wants to enjoy her now, but..."
"Eli."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I don't like loose wombs either?"
Eli rambled about how wombs should grip cocks—especially the glans—while preparing the treatment.
Sprinkling potion essence around Heilyn to form a simple magic circle, Eli knelt outside it and slowly drew up holy power.
"Lucky her."
Closing her eyes, hands clasped, Eli said,
"Only three people, me included, can restore a broken mind like this."