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Hentai Gotcha System

Silas was transmigrated into the body of a cucked prince shipped off to the elves to become a dark lord for his chad brother to become a hero. Too bad for the world Silas just tried to kill a demon with his pickup before dying he wasn't the type to go along with plans.

Ultimatedaywriter · Fantasy
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17 Chs

CH5: Goblin Booty

The arousal gun was his only method to see; he kept firing it, not knowing if he would hit some huge animal and get fucked to death. While that thought scared him, he stumbled deeper into the cave to escape the monkeys.

Silas wasn't ready to try and do a climb, with so many of them living on the edges of the cave mouth. The monkey he killed was an old blind outcast, not one of the young animals that probably ate the old monkey's fingers. While he had a lever action gun, he could probably only get off 10 or 12 rounds before he needed to reload. The monkeys would overrun him and then bite off his fingers and balls.

While close to the monkey troop, he didn't dare take any food out. If they smelled it, then they might charge him to take it. Monkeys, from what Youtube told him, were evil disease-spreading monsters that couldn't be trusted. They're higher than the average animal intelligence was bent towards wreaking havoc.

Once he was strong enough, he would kill them all. Silas gripped his stomach while it gurgled.

His body refinement experience was a little on the traumatizing side. Silas didn't like puking and shitting his guts out. After going through the process, he wasn't sure if he was much stronger. Maybe he had to go through it a hundred times to make real gains. But, on the other hand, the arousal ray gun in his hand felt lighter.

While it could be his imagination moving, it was a little easier, and he kept track of his surroundings better than before. That could be adrenaline and cortisol, giving him increased strength and a calmer mind. If that were the case, he would collapse soon and probably freeze to death in the cave.

He kept his wet clothes on to protect against the bugs and other biting insects he felt nibbling. Silas slapped his face killing the largest mosquito he had ever encountered. They must have been from Tennessee.

Jokes aside, he felt a real fear of developing some strange disease from the monkeys carried by the mosquitos. He thought about risking a vial of refined vampire blood. But, while he was definitely forming bumps on his neck and legs, he held back from downing one of the vials.

Silas pulled the trigger on his arousal ray gun, lighting the cave with pink light while he kept one hand on the wall. In the suddenly lit cave, a small green-haired humanoid dressed in scraps of bone and armed with a spear charged him.

He tripped over his feet, trying to get some distance, and shot off the arousal ray. The pink beam hit the monster square in the chest, and it froze, spear tip pressed dangerously against his chest.

Moments later, the spear tip pulled away from his chest, and a sudden weight landed in his lap. "You're a male human, not a shaved monkey, right?" A gruff voice said. "The other girls teased me, shaved a monkey, and told me it was an ugly human male. If my friend hadn't warned me, I might have slept with it." The girl said.

He squeezed the trigger of his arousal ray again and saw the girl had slightly pointed green ears and massive wide eyes. "I'm human," Silas said.

"Humans are supposed to be smart; why haven't you rubbed yourself with ground garlic to keep the insects away? Monkeys can repeat noises but aren't smart." The girl said.

"My name is Silas, and I was thrown into the cave," Silas said.

"You're not a monkey. It looks like Grisha is bringing home a man. The other girls will be so jealous that I get first dibs." Grisha narrowed her eyes. "Don't kill yourself, or I'll feed you to the monkeys, so you won't be reincarnated or whatever humans believe."

"Do you know a way out of here besides the entrance?" Silas asked.

Alright, it was a dumb thing for him to ask after she tried to run him through with her spear. He would admit that. Her clawed hands on grasping his arm tightened considerably, and she moved a little faster in the absolute darkness of the cave.

"You can't run; we need a dark lord. You haven't killed yourself." Grisha said.

The transmigrator nearly tripped a few times as the girl picked up speed. He was sure she was a goblin but didn't want to say it. By his few glimpses of her body, she had a tiny chest with a big waist. Her butt looked great, and he couldn't wait to ride it. Going balls deep in a tribe of them sounded fun, especially if they knew how to survive in the cave.

"There is one, but it's guarded by the spider queen. You're better off trying to fight the monkey king; the spider queen has a fallen dark lord." Grisha said.

If memory served from his former self, the dark lord of spiders must be Ur, the dark lord that wiped out 4 cities and took princess Alba nearly 30 years ago. Silas needed to find a way out if that legendary figure was nearby. Ur of the black stone could control insects and infect people with diseases.

Killing all bugs had gone up on his priority list. For that, he needed some repellent, or maybe he should try developing a lord stone. Every dark lord had a different colored stone, and depending on the color, they granted different spells.

Everyone knew that and the cost of creating one. Bodies were needed, and human corpses were the most effective. It was almost like Silas was set up to become a dark lord with all the corpses he had woken up around.

Grisha was more helpful than he expected. If she was trying to trade information for fondness, then it was working. He already liked her, and the goblin's clawed hand had loosened its grip with his compliance.

"Earlier, you said I didn't kill myself. What did you mean?" Silas asked.

The goblin stopped, and he bumped into her. Her nice round rear pushed against his crotch, warm in the cold, damp cave. Silas rubbed against her, feeling Grisha's hot goblin rear shake a little from his efforts. He was already hard and rubbing between her cheeks, draping his arms around her and searching for a seam in her armor to explore.

"Not here, you beast; we're almost to the village, then we'll get you out of those damp clothes and into my bed." Silas sighed but let her drag him on. "Humans worship the God Shapra, who promises reincarnation for all who stay on the path of righteousness."

The name Shapra sparked a few memories of praying to the God, listening to sermons, and discussing the tenants of the worship with his brother. Shapra was one God of many, but some worshipped the deity exclusively; they were known as Shepherds of people, Rex, or in the current era, Kings. Silas had gone through the motions, but Shapra had found his worship wanted and passed over him for his brother Vigil. Somehow the news of his disfavor with Shapra got out, and eventually, he was in that tent.

His status, relationships, and life were ripped away when his faith in Shapra was found wanting. To Silas, that showed how unworthy the God was to worship, to begin with, and the people were even worse.

In the dark, there were no gods, only the sounds of buzzing insects and his heartbeat in his ears. No deity appeared to him and begged him to reconsider fucking the goblins and becoming a dark lord. Even if this played into his brother's plan to condemn Silas and forever deny him the throne of the city-state of Niht along the Naht River that flowed into the Gloaming Coast. Silas was far to the Northwest, near the little stretch of Dagur sea separating the mainland from the powerful island of Dagaz, an enemy of Niht and the homeland of Elizabeth, the princess he was supposed to marry. Then, at least for one generation, the skirmishes between Dagaz and Niht would end.

For dark lords, that was a terrible thing. At times of war, city-states gave dark lords pardons and tribute in exchange for their help in battle or rights to transport troops over dark lord territories. With no enemies to fight during his brother's reign, he would turn his attention to the dark lords in his perceived lands. A ruler needed a devil to blame for the shortcomings of his rule, and dark lords were easy to blame. The gods all were against dark lords, but none more than Shapra. A war to exterminate dark lords would soon begin if no other enemy presented itself.

Silas's own advisors educated him on why this was a good idea. But the dark lords had 7 objects that could potentially change the situation.

Silas saw lit lanterns as the goblin village came into view with its heavy stone-cut walls, goblin patrols, and signs of pipping that ran through the village; he felt lucky. Which could only mean a gigantic shoe was about to drop.

Goblins were short cute monstergirls with pointy green ears, subdued tiny noses, and large round eyes. They made up for what they didn't have in the chest with a wide waist with fabulously thick thighs. Seeing them under faint lantern light had made Silas feel safe. Any amount of light in the dark cave was a big help to him.

Silas had been forced to rely on his arousal ray to see where he was going and nearly got killed by a blind monkey. It would have been over if the monster got the drop on him. But, instead, Silas acted fast, and that's how he won that fight. What good were firearms when he couldn't see what was in front of him?

One of the goblin guards pressed themselves against his crotch and grabbed his dick. "Shrum, stop playing with the goods finders keepers. You'll get a turn before Ur comes to take him. We'll all get a turn before the old bastard makes his move."

Come again, Silas didn't expect to hear that and suddenly found the shoe that was dropping. Even a fallen dark lord was powerful and could fight with their will. But, by definition, he wouldn't be as powerful because his original lord stone was destroyed. So the only way for him to rise again was to force a rising lord to create a lord stone that matched the one he lost.

"Hurry up, take him to your bedroom, and get your first turn; we all want a piece of him. Don't anyone tell a dark elf about him." One of the guards said.

Silas cursed; he could have had a bunch of sexy dark elves instead of the short-stack goblins.

The door opened, and incense blasted him in the face scaring off the buzzing insects. Some guards started messing with his belt while Grisha tossed her spear onto a rack near the gate. Then she peeled off her face mask and shimmied out of her armor.

Grisha bent with her green booty facing him while she stripped down and changed into a robe and sandals. Her green cunny lips presented themselves in a patch of soft-looking dark green hair. The goblin girl shook her butt at him while the guards pulled down his pants. The gate quickly shut behind him while one goblin ran, presumably to tell the rest of the goblin tribe about him.

Silas didn't bother holding back and popped another pill of bitch breaker Viagra. While he was at it, he bit the bullet and tossed back his two body potential pills. A warmth swept through his body as his erection grew to painful levels.

The goblin girl who led him to her tribe grabbed the tip of his dick and led him away toward a blocky house on one of the streets. Whistles and cheers erupted behind him as he was led to Grisha's house.