Sam covered his face and lay curled up on the ground. He gritted his teeth and braced himself for whatever the goblins had in store for him. Yet as he lay there, he noticed a shadow cover him entirely. At first he thought it was some larger species of goblin, a chieftain come to torment him as well. But the voices of the goblins were not that of joy but of fear. Painful yells with a touch of exhaustion like they were struggling to even speak. Looking through between his fingers, he saw that all the goblins were currently holding something above him. It looked like the ceiling had collapsed, a large unidentifiable mass was currently pressing down on all of them. Their hands dug into it while their legs buckled under the weight. The more Sam looked at it though, the less it looked like crude stone. For one, it was clearly soft. The hands of the goblins were sinking into the surface. It was also...flesh coloured. Perhaps another monster?
Before Sam could question this further, he noticed the goblin's were running out of strength. Feeling the presence of the object above him, he quickly rolled across the ground till he left its shadow. Suddenly he heard and felt the impact. Bones being crushed, along with the ground beneath them. All of his assailants reduced to mush under the weight of this unidentified object. Looking up, Sam now had a clearer angle of the object. Or rather, two objects. Both spherical and far larger than even the mightiest of beasts he had witnessed. Each one could probably slam through his family home, maybe even crush it between them. The skin tone was however only visible on the underside, while the top of the spheres was covered by a cream coloured fabric. Stitched in a way that made it look...like a shirt. But if it was a shirt, then those things would be?
"Damn, goblin blood is the worst. And there is nothing to wash my breasts with down here" said a voice from behind the spheres. The two monoliths began to move, revealing the owner of said life destroying bosom. It was an elven girl, no taller than Sam. She may have been smaller than him, assuming you don't count the breasts which towered over them. Her thin body and braided blonde hair did seem pretty to Sam. But he couldn't stop thinking about those globes which she carried like they were weightless. Finally, she noticed him, giving him a look of thin satisfaction. "Oh, a human boy. Surprised you didn't get caught up in my performance. Most don't get the chance to witness the famed Bridget without becoming jam beneath my instruments. Speaking of, they deserve a good cleaning. Clean them for me and I will consider rewarding you. Refuse..." was all she said, leaving the word hanging there as a sadistic grin spread across her lips. Whatever she was thinking of, it clearly brought her immense satisfaction.
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