Chapter 142 Meaty Ears

Before he could run off to explore the guild building, Lisanna suddenly grabbed him from behind, firmly clutching both of his fleshy ears in her hands and yanking him closer to her. Hermit's body jolted in sheer fear and terror, his mind overwhelmed by fright, he screeched, "Wreeee!"  

He desperately attempted to turn around and look, but Lisanna's vice-like grip prevented any movement, leaving him trapped and unable to escape. With a trembling voice, Hermit pleaded for mercy, "Please, I beg you. Not the ears, not the ears. Hermit's ears are the most sensitive part of its body. Please let Hermit go, not the ears! Rheeee!"

Lisanna leaned in closely, her lips almost brushing against his ears, and whispered with a cold, mocking tone, "Oh, don't worry, you pitiful little rascal. When I'm done with your ears, you'll be groveling on your knees, begging me to do it all over again."

She playfully blew a breath of air into his ear sending jolts through his body, then turned to Suzuka and asked, "I hope you don't mind me toying with this vile goblin for a while. I promise not to break him. Hahaha!"

Hermit stared at Suzuka, his eyes bulging with terror and his frail arms outstretched, pleading for her comfort and help like a helpless newborn yearning for a tender embrace. His grotesque lips trembled and quivered in fear.

Suzuka averted her gaze from him, nonchalantly walking towards the nearest chair. "Do as you please, Lisanna. As long as he remains in one piece by the end of the day, I'm fine with whatever you do to him. Knock yourself out. I'll take a nap in the meantime. Have fun, Hermit."

Hermit let out a low, wheezing breath filled with anxiety as he braced himself for the impending torment that awaited him. However, to his surprise, Lisanna's grip loosened and became gentle. She began to stroke his big, long, fleshy, moist ears up and down, her soft, warm, and caring hands gently brushing against them. She playfully folded and squished them.

The goblin was overwhelmed with pleasure as he felt her tenderness and gentle care for him. His hyper-sensitive ears twitched with every touch sending jolts of pleasure down his body. It was the first time in his life that someone had caressed his ears so delicately and with such kindness. His face contorted in a disturbing display of delight, pleasure, and joy. His eyes rolled back, leaving only the white parts visible, and his mouth began to water, saliva dripping. His long tongue draped out from the side of his mouth, extending to its full extent. His body started to twitch, spasm, and convulse from the immense pleasure he felt when his ears were massaged so tenderly.

Her grip slightly increased and transformed into a mild touch. She began delicately stroking his large, elongated, and moist ears, her hands exuding a soft, warm, and caring aura as they fondled his fleshy ears. Playfully, she tucked and rolled them, evoking a wave of pleasure within the goblin. She gripped them by the base of his skull and started to wiggle them making a wet clapping sound as they slapped against Hermit's moist head.

Never before had anyone treated his ears with such tenderness and gentle care. It was a new experience for him, one that overwhelmed him with a mixture of euphoria and bliss. His face contorted even more in a grotesque exhibition of ecstasy. The sheer pleasure derived from the tender massage of his ears caused every fiber of his being to respond to the sensation, relishing in the exquisite delight that coursed through his form.

While all of this was happening, David loomed in the corner of the guild. Unable to stomach the disgusting sight of a goblin drooling from pleasure, he shouted out, "Look at that freak! He's got a boner just from his ears being touched. Hahaha! What a freak!"

Upon hearing David's distinctive voice, Hermit snapped out of his pleasurable trance, abruptly plummeting back to reality. He hastily attempted to conceal the bulge forming beneath his tunic, desperately using his hands in a feeble attempt to hide his embarrassment. His arms fidgeted restlessly as he struggled to cover himself up.

But Lisanna did not let go of his ears; she leaned closer to his ear and said, "Don't listen to him. He is just jealous that you have bigger than his." Then she turned her attention to David and shouted, "Get lost, you homeless bum! How long will you loiter around? Go on a quest or something. This is not a home for homeless people. Get lost!"

David dragged himself out with his head hanging down and disappeared into the street. Hermit felt unimaginable gratitude and warmth welling up in his heart. No one besides Larry had stood up for him in his entire life. This was the first time he felt protected and safe.

He forced his head to turn to Lisanna, and with the stretched skin on his grotesque face, he made a vomit-inducing smile and thanked Lisanna. "Thank you... thank you... master. You fended off the tormentor. Hermit is grateful... thank you, master." Hermit was huffing and puffing like a demented neglected dog, waiting for petting and affection.

As Lisana continued massaging Hermit's ears she pinched them, bringing him back to his senses from his pleasures bliss, and asked, "Say! While I'm playing with your meaty ears, how about you telling me something about yourself, Hermit."

The goblin jolted back to his senses from a sudden sting to his sensitive ear and said while stuttering, "M-master, H-H-Hermit was pathetic and abused for his entire life. I'm afraid there is nothing interesting to tell about Hermit. I was nothing but a lowly slave." 

Lisanna pinched both of his ears a bit harder and said, "Let me rephrase that, tell me about yourself, Hermit. Unless you want me to stop playing with your ears." 

Hermit stirred and uttered, "Hermit will tell... Hermit will tell! Hermit-likieee Master's touchieeees! Please, don't stop, Master."

"Then you'd better start talking, my little slave," she said flirtatiously.

"B-but Hermit know not where to begin."

Lisanna roughly squeezed his ears and said, "I don't care where you begin. If you want, you can start from the day you were born. And don't make me repeat myself again or I will have to punish you."

Hermit obediently began to speak, "Yes Master... yes Master. Please no punishment. Hermit remembers being born and raised on a goblin breeding farm, in a dark and sheltered place in the depths of the forest. Hermit was hatched from the egg, a human and goblin breed, which is why Hermit has smarts and can talk better than other goblins nestled from the monsters and beasts."

Hermit's leg started to twitch as Lisanna gently caressed his meaty ears, his face contorted into a disgusting smile of pleasure and delight. Lisanna gripped his ears harshly and Hermit remembered he was supposed to be telling her his story. 

 "B-but only one human-goblin hatchling can live from one cluster of eggs. When we all hatch, they would throw us in the pit and force us to fight, who survives lives. Hermit doesn't remember how he survived. Hermit only witnessed many times the hatchlings fight. Tiny little goblins, not bigger than an apple, stumbling and rolling around in the dirt, bruised and battered. Desperately gnawing at each other for survival until only one is left or parish from exhaustion." 

"Ho! That was something I didn't know, keep talking." She expressed her surprise.

Hermit continued, "Since the day Hermit was tiny, not bigger than the size of a shoe, Hermit was forced into slavery. Because I was hatched from humans, I was hated by goblins and not only Hermit, all of the hatchlings from humans were brutally abused and hated just because we didn't possess the cruelty and anger as the rest of the wild goblins." 

"Very... interesting, I imagine it was tough," Lisanna uttered with an air of indifference as she continued to fondle his moist, lizard-skin-like ears.

"From the first year of my life, I've been forced to the task of making ramshackle goblin dwellings. Slave hatchlings like myself were the main building force in the goblin world. We were responsible for building all of the goblin structures but one wrong move and the whip would tear our skin, whoopeesh!"

He paused, his voice heavy with bitterness. "Then, forced to scrape for food and materials, thrown into the dangerous forest stripped of any possessions, completely naked and helpless, shivering in cold, hungry and thirsty. I survived by grazing wild berries and fruits. Painfully dragging back small stones and twigs to the breeding grounds. If Hermit or any fellow hatchling returned empty-handed, no food and torment for a month."

His voice trembled as he continued, memories of anguish etched on his face. "Later on, we were sent out on scouting missions. If any danger lurked in the darkness, human hatchlings like Hermit were thrown out the gates, and forced to gather information about the threat. Those who returned without anything to say were ruthlessly beaten, thrown out again and again until they die or brought back knowledge."   

"Interesting, how did you survive all that?" Lisanna asked as she harshened her stroking to his ears.  

His voice grew softer, filled with a tinge of sorrow. "Barely," he grumbled, "Each day, squabble to stay alive. Adapt, and steer the forest with care. As a mare hatchling, Hermit was tiny and was able to hide behind a big leaf or a bush, jump into a small hole, or burry into the dirt. Covering myself in nearby monsters crap helped to ward off some monsters away."

He paused, his weathered hands trembling, "Master, it only got harder with time passing. The goblins in power used to have fun with us human-goblin hatchlings, Hermit remembers how they used to step on me, Hermit was nothing but a fresh hatchling, slightly bigger than a hatched chick. Tosing me around like a rock until one failed to catch and drop me. Torment after torment for many years."

Hermit giggled as Lisanna tickled his ear, "Ghe ge ge, Master that tickles... ge ge ge!" 

Lisanna backhanded his ear and said, "Keep on talking, or I will punish you again."

Hermit stirred in his place as he felt a stinging pain in his ear. "Keeee! Ouchee! Master, please! Forgive me, I will tell, I will tell! No more punishment! Umm... Master, there was the worst punishment one could receive: to be selected as a training dummy. Vicious goblins would train by beating you with their weapons, we slaves were used and then thrown in the mud. If we survive then we resume our labor, those who did not survive became our food."

Lisanna's eyes shone while roughly clutching his ears. "Oh, so you like to be roughened up, hmm?" she whispered, filled with jest. "I will be cruder with your ears than. Keep talking."

Hermit's gaze turned distant as he recalled his past. "Survival was a struggle," he began, his voice tinged with bitterness. "In the scary forest, I learned to find hidden seeds of food, finding covered goodies left behind by other scavengers. The pain of countless beatings and punishments served as a constant reminder to search and loot. Scuttling around the forest leaving no stone unturned."

His voice grew weaker, filled with grief. "There were times when I would stumble upon fellow goblins from other breeding farms who had found themself lost in the wilderness. We formed a fragile group, sharing meager aids and learning, offering each other feeble safety. Rustling a small shelter from leaves and sticks to hide from freezing rain and wind. Griping withered twigs in our hands as a weapon, praying that the monster wouldn't find us."