Fetid, rotted, cursed, the swamps were void of the gentle energies of nature. Life was rare, and where it existed it was twisted by poisons: death, lingering hatred, and a convergence of evil almost palpable in the still air. No beauty could be found here, not until the elf braved her way into the very heart of the swamp. Perhaps, like so many lost souls and creatures, she chased the flow of magic that flowed into its marshes. But unlike them, this one successfully traced its courses through the labyrinthine swamp almost to its very source, and that could not be suffered thought the dozen strong goblin pack now moving into position around her. They scurried silently like wolves, coordinated and disciplined as no other goblin pack had ever been, but even these creatures could not help peek over rocks and around trees at the fallen angel they had tracked to the water's edge.<br/><br/>Nemissa was clueless and vulnerable to her own allure, or else she would not have come so far alone. Though cursed with darkness to reflect her sins, her luscious complexion could not help but reflect her unmarred beauty, and the goblins were entranced. Some brushed swollen cocks against their cover, others groped and stroked themselves to the sight of clear water pouring down her body, her thin dress clinging tight and wet to her curves. Evil they may have called her someplace far away, but with the circle of purified water gleaming and glistening around her, this dark elf may as well be an angel to their perverted eyes.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/16ITW5e.jpg)</div>And no ones gleamed so perversely as the chieftain. Appearing on a boulder jutting out over the water, he made himself known to the elf with a whistle, and so doing signaled the ambush. A trio pounced on the elf's belongings piled up by the water's edge, the rest blockaded all exits from the pool and the ravine. Goblins large and small, from diminutive imps no taller than her slender knees to dwarfish brutes that resembled green-skinned apes as tall as her navel, all were screeching and laughing at such an easy catch. They threatened with makeshift spears and salvaged human weapons, they banged broken armor pieces to dented shields, and some made obscene gestures with their cocks in their hands and pointed tongues dangling with drool.<br/><br/>The chief, though, the chief was a rock in word and image. Hunched over on the precipice he appeared as short as the others, but the tight press of his legs and thighs demanded closer inspection. With a second glance he appeared much larger, as tall as Nemissa's shapely breasts perhaps. His arms and legs resembled barrels protruding from an even larger barrel that was his torso, bare and hairy like his limbs. Girt around his wide, muscular waist was a large sash belt stuffed with a small arsenal of weapons. And what a thick neck! It barely seemed distinct from his broad chest and shoulders, and his face seemed padded with a thick, tough layer of fat and muscle as much as the rest of him. Beady shark-like eyes complimented a similarly shark-like snout, and a wide jaw melted into a chin barely noticeable if not for the few tufts of hair that passed for a beard.<br/><br/>"Welcome!" he shouted energetically, spreading his broad, thick arms to both sides as if to embrace her from afar. "My lady is a rare sight. So rare, my boys can't help themselves." Over on the ridge a pair of goblins had begun pumping their rods furiously now, laughing to themselves and imagining all the fun they're about to have. "What brings such a beauty to<em>my</em>swamp?" asked the chief, slapping his knees and smiling with unmasked evil in his eyes. Was this really a goblin? In some respects this creature could pass for a smaller orc, but he did greatly resemble his disgusting kin all around them, from the lankiness of his arms to the flatness of his face and brow. But so articulate! And so thick and built, even compared to his ape-like kind already present! He was unnatural, a disgusting sight, and yet almost beautiful as a specimen. Such a rare creature, even if a lowly goblin, some breeders could go their whole lives without ever encountering. And Nemissa had the fortunate misfortune to discover one now, nearly naked and disarmed.