The Hero Became a Succubus, and the Only Way to Level is to… What?!

Ever since Kanae and Mitty introduced the six goblins to Arenade, they have had non-stop sex whenever she was around. She could be asleep, and a goblin was thrusting away into her until he blew his load. There was no such thing as private bathtime, mostly. Whenever Arenade went to take a bath, a goblin invited himself in to get some action. Enjoying a glass of wine on the terrace? Sex. They came back from work and hadn’t showered yet? Sex. Arenade just returned from spectating the tournament? Sex. Climbing the stairs? Believe it or not, sex.

This was all Kanae’s fault. That stupid succubus. It was Kanae’s fault that Arenade was riding a goblin. Kanae’s fault that she was sucking on one. Kanae’s fault that goblins were poking their dicks into her breasts. Kanae’s fault that she was about to climax again for the umpteenth time.

”I’m cumming! Take my seed, you goblin cock-hungry elf slut!” Bush, the flat-nosed goblin Arenade was riding, howled at the top of his lungs.

”Mmmm!” An orgasm brought Arenade to a shuddering finish.

The rest of the goblins blew their load all over her body. A divine body, now defiled by their hot spunk. They continued wringing their cocks to squirt every last drop out. Exhausted, Arenade fell forward and pinned Bush underneath her. She twitched to the aftershocks of pleasure.

”Whew! I haven’t had this much sex in my life in… ever! And it hasn’t been a week,” Old Drogan said.

”Heh. Sucks that you only have a few more years, ya bag of bones. Once you’re gone, that’s more of the busty elf for us.” One-Eyed Tick snickered.

”Man… Sex is great, but it really takes the wind out of your sails. I’m gonna go dig around for some grub downstairs.” Brank, the youngest of them, gave Arenade’s butt a spank before hopping off the bed.

They followed the junior goblin out of the room, all the while making lewd and salacious remarks that Arenade could still hear. Every dirty word and humiliating remark left her trembling even more. Trembling in pleasure.

”Hey, guys… I’m still in here… help!” Bush’s muffled cries rang out from underneath.

”Ugh.” Arenade got off him and sighed at the mess they made of her.

”Well, since it’s just you and me, how about we go for another round?” The goblin purred.

”Haven’t you had enough? Get out of my room! I need to take a bath to wash all this gunk off.” She kicked Bush off the bed and sent him scurrying out of the room.

Finally alone with some peace and quiet, Arenade stumbled across the bedroom on shaky legs to the bath. She channeled mana into the red magic crystal embedded into the side of the tub. Hot water spilled forth from it, quickly steaming the room. While the tub filled, she scrubbed herself clean of as much gunk as possible, then climbed in to submerge herself in hot water.

”Ahhh. That’s much better~” Arenade sank down to her neck, breathing a sigh of delight.

Around now, Kanae was probably getting ready for the tournament. The kids were being taken care of by reliable guardians. And the most time-consuming of all, Lilith and Zadris were running the country just fine. Which meant more time for Arenade to relax and leisure as royalty should. The only thing that could make bath time better was a nice glass of wine.

”Hey! I could go for a drink! Can one of you bring me a glass and wine bottle from the cellar?” Arenade shouted.

No answer. She did, however, distinctly hear the sound of rustling downstairs. The goblins were still around. After a few minutes of soaking, not a single one brought her what she asked for.

”There’s a… b-blowjob waiting for whoever brings me a bottle of wine!” Arenade yelled again to no response.

Soon, her fingers started getting pruney and wrinkled. Any longer in the bath, and she might turn into a raisin. Fuming, Arenade begrudgingly emerged from the bath and drained the tub. She wrapped her hair up in a towel, threw on a bathrobe, and stormed downstairs.

All six goblins lounged around in the living room and kitchen. They gorged on whatever food was available to them and drank from wine bottles that should have been in Arenade’s hands. Tick and Brank were fooling around, with the former chasing the latter all over the manor with a knight’s helmet on his head. Mud, the fat and mute goblin of the group, tossed books into the hearth to keep the fire going. Drogan, Bush, and Bromar played cards on the dinner table.

The place was a mess. Bones with scraps of meat still stuck to them littered the floor. Dirt and mud had been tracked in with the distinct size of goblin feet. Bags of trash had been piled into one corner of the kitchen. Without any servants around, the mansion had turned into a pigsty.

”Gimme that!” Arenade snatched a bottle from Drogan’s hands. ”I asked for wine and no one answered me. And do you know what you’re drinking? It’s an Ortesian White! You’re meant to savor this, not chug it like beer. Ortesia isn’t exporting their wine anymore either, so this is a rare commodity! I have to pay Renya an arm and a leg to smuggle this out of the empire. It’s my favorite, too…”

”Well, shorry… hic! All the bottlesh look the shame.” Drogan looked like he was about to keel over.

”They have labels on them!” she groaned.

”It ain’t our fault we can’t read.” Bromar, who had a penchant for wearing silver jewelry, waved a dismissive hand.

Arenade stared into the bottle. There was hardly enough for a glass left. She heaved a sigh and returned it to Drogan.

”When you’re done with your game, I want you all to start cleaning up the mansion. Royalty like myself shouldn’t be living in a mess. Normally, I have servants, but…” Arenade hesitated to say more. ”A-Anyway, once this place is spotless, we can continue upstairs again!”

”You know what? We’ve had enough of your disrespect! All you want from us is sex,” Bromar said, putting his cards down.

”Yeah, we’re like glorified dildos to you!” Bush exclaimed.

Tick and Brank stopped running around the mansion and Mud stopped throwing things into the fire to look their way.

”Excuse me? As far as I can tell, you goblins are living the dream! What other goblin gets to live in a mansion, enjoy the lap of luxury, and have sex with a high elf like me?” Arenade fired back.

”See, this is what we’re talking about.” Bromar folded his arms. ”No respect. We’re more than just horny goblins. We got wants and needs like anyone else. Instead, you keep us cooped up here for your pleasure. What about ours? We’re… uhh. What’s that thing where a bunch of workers, ehh… the thing that Rown Company doesn’t allow, because Renya Rown’s a real cunt?”

”Uh… Unionize?” Bush said.

”Yeah, that’s right. We’re unionizing!” he exclaimed proudly.

”You’re unionizing against me?!” She gasped at their audacity.

One after another they started agreeing with each other.

”Until we start getting some respect, you’re not getting even a whiff of our cocks!” Bromar shouted.

For a moment, the other goblins faltered at the thought of not having sex anymore. However, the unspoken leader rallied them back into joining the rebellion.

”Fine! I don’t need them. I’ve lived most of my life without it anyway. See if I care!” Arenade shooed them out.

”You heard the royal elf, boys. Let’s go. Perfect time for a pub crawl!” Bromar led the way.

The six goblins up and left without a fuss. Now that they were gone, Arenade figured it couldn’t hurt to put on some elbow grease. She got dressed, donned an apron, and got right to work tidying up.

Right as noon rolled around, the entire manor was good as new. Dishes were washed. Empty bottles of wine and beer no longer crowded the counters. All of the trash bags had been taken out. A few hours of leaving the window opened aired out the stench of sex, sweat, and filth.

Finished, Arenade jumped into the couch and buried her face into the cushions. No goblins. No Kanae. No duties and obligations. As she laid there, however, the urge for carnal pleasure started growing again. She slipped a hand under her skirt to rub her swollen clit. It was wetter than a soaked towel down there.

Curses! Arenade wished she had never gone on that trip to Faerealm. If she could just get her hands around that hag Quella’s throat… This wouldn’t be happening had they not swapped bodies due to her magic. It was as if the unquenchable succubus horniness never faded at all.

Arenade sat upright, looked left and right to confirm there was indeed no one else home, and then ran upstairs. She pulled out the suitcase stuffed full of goblin simulacra out from under the bed. But another problem presented itself. She didn’t have the means with which to power them to operating capacity.

Damn it. Arenade shoved the suitcase back and sulked. She broke out in cold sweat. Her body fidgeted uncomfortably. Had it always been this bad?

The chatter of goblin men drew Arenade to the window facing out front of the mansion. All six of them looked tipsy, slowly making their way back home. They needed each others’ shoulders to lean on to walk, but were otherwise having a grand old time.

Arenade quickly stripped naked and changed into a short, pink silk robe that accentuated the contours of her bodacious body. This should tempt them. No stupid goblins could resist a vulnerable high elf in little clothing. Especially with this body. She hurried out the room and got as far as the stairs when the door swung open, then made an about face as if pretending to head up.

”Oh, you’re back already?” Arenade scoffed.

They paused at the door to spare a glance over and continued into the living room. Arenade fumed inside. That didn’t do it?! She descended a few steps and looked down. The goblins parked themselves on the floor in front of the fireplace. Brank shuffled a deck of cards as they prepared to play a game of poker.

”I’m never going to another Dead Man’s Gamble again…” Bromar sighed, looking a little light on his trinkets.

”Heh. Your first mistake was going to any establishment owned by Edina Hackett. Dealers at those casinos will cheat you six out of ten times. The other four wins is how they lure you to keep playing,” Drogan explained.

”At least you guys have money to gamble with. I’m so tired of working at Rown Company. All I do is pack crates for a couple gold coins a day. It’s highway robbery, I tell you!” Tick pulled his pockets out to show lint.

”Had a… nice morning out, did you?” Arenade intruded in their conversation.

”It wasn’t nice…” Brank sulked.

Arenade cleared her throat. The boys were playing on the ground, since playing over the coffee table didn’t suit their height. She took a seat on the sofa, letting the robe part around the chest to reveal a bit more cleavage.

”Maybe you guys are looking to kill some stress then,” Arenade said.

”That’s what we’re doing! Nothing to stress about when gold ain’t on the line,” Bromar replied nonchalantly.

They weren’t minding her at all, too focused on their game of poker. How could poker be more enticing than a high elf demigoddess practically offering herself on a gold platter?! She chewed on her thumb as they played match after match. At some point, Drogan broke off from the group to take a piss. He came back to rejoin them without so much as a glance her way.

”I can’t take it anymore!” Arenade disrobed and walked into the middle of their circle. ”Don’t you want this?” She grabbed two handfuls of her breasts. ”I’m wet right now! If you put it in me right now, it’s going to feel really good! What do you want from me? What do I have to say to… to… to have sex!”

Every single one of them grinned.

”You don’t hafta say nothing. How about you get on your knees, forehead to the ground?” Bromar suggested.

Arenade’s eyes were spinning. She was getting so desperate, nothing was out of the question. After swallowing what little pride remained, she prostrated in front of them. In front of goblins. Her! A high elf. A demigoddess, though fallen. The humiliation… the thrill…

”Now look up, sweet cheeks!” Drogan urged.

When Arenade did, six throbbed in front of her face. Mud, who was currently wearing the Cock Ring of Hardening, boasted a large eight-inch rod of meat. The scent emitted from their genitals was intoxicating.

”What are you waiting for? These are your favorite dicks, right? Start sucking!” Bromar demanded.

”Hahh… hahh… With pleasure!” Arenade grabbed the two closest ones, not even knowing who they belonged to, and licked them at the same time.

Mud slipped behind her. He caressed her butt and grinded his dick against the folds of her pussy. The empowered cock slipped in effortlessly, and Arenade let out a long-dawn moan as it plunged all the way.

”Mmm… mmpphh… shllurrrpp… Dick… finally… goblin dicks!” Arenade babbled deliriously.

”Ahhh, yeah… Get the balls, baby!” It was Drogan, who Arenade was sucking, guiding her hand to massage his wrinkly ballsack.

Looking up, Drogan and Bush were staring back with unflattering lascivious grins. Arenade bobbed her head faster on the old goblin, bringing him to climax. He blew a thick load down her throat. She moved on to Bush next, licking the other goblin’s balls while pumping her other hand up and down his cock. Hot cum sprayed into the air, landing all over her face.

The two backed away to let another through. Bromar, who slapped his dick against her breasts like drums. Arenade knew exactly what he wanted. This goblin was the boobfiend. She pressed her elbows against the side of her breasts, sandwiching the erect member between them completely. Saliva dribbled down from her tongue to lubricate it, which she used to massage him.

Meanwhile, Mud pistoned even faster. Although the goblin didn’t speak, his ragged panting was proof enough of how much he was enjoying it.

”I’m gonna paint your face, Your Majesty!” Bromar unloaded his balls, adding to Bush’s cum on her face.

”It’s coming… ahhh! I’m cumming on your nasty goblin dick— aaaahhhhhhh!” Arenade threw her head back and howled.

Mud let out a guttural grunt. Spurts of cum shot into Arenade’s womb.

”Me next!” Brank yanked Kanae’s Cock Ring of Hardening right off his friend’s dick and slipped it onto his own.

”Wrap those pretty lips around mine!” Tick climbed onto the sofa and beckoned Arenade closer. When she got within arm’s reach, he grabbed her head and pushed her mouth onto his dick. Two hands held her ears like handlebars.

Bent over, Brank pushed his cock against Arenade’s pussy. However, slickened by cum and juices, he kept missing. That didn’t stop him from continuing to try. One push speared into the wrong hole. She went wide-eyed, but Tick held her head still. Brank’s dick pushed deep into her ass with only a little resistance.

”MMMMRPHH! MMMHH!” Arenade’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as they fucked her mouth and ass.

”Ahhh… Your pussy is tighter than usual…” Brank mumbled.

”Dumbass, that’s her ass!” Drogan smacked him upside the head.

Brank didn’t stop even knowing that. The young goblin ravished her ass with unrelenting force until he came. Arenade, too, succumbed to a quaking orgasm while gulping down mouthfuls of Tick’s load.

”Oooh, keep sucking! Keep sucking… It feels best while still sensitive… hoo…” Tick buried his fingers into her scalp, leaving her in mind-numbing and eye-rolling pleasure.

”So… good… I came so hard…” Arenade muttered.

”You liked that?” Bromar grabbed a handful of her golden hair and lifted her head up to face him. ”Because we ain’t done yet!”

Throughout the rest of the afternoon, the goblins took turns fucking Arenade. In teams of two, three, and even solo, they had their way with her in every way imaginable. Bite marks stained her porcelain skin. Cum glued her beautiful golden locks together. She relished every moment of being used by them.

At some point, Arenade passed out. She came to consciousness every now and then, plugged in every hole. Those moments of lucidity were brief.

The next time Arenade came to her senses, it was dark out. She slowly came to and surprisingly wasn’t covered in a layer of cum. Brank was wiping her arm with a warm damp cloth when he noticed she was awake.

”Oh! Arenade’s up, everyone!” Brank shouted.

”Ugh. What happened?” Arenade rubbed the crust from her eyes.

”Whaddya mean what happened?” Bromar came out from the kitchen with a basin of water. ”You knocked out on us while we were spitroasting ya. We’ve been taking turns washing you up. After all, you’re always complaining about being covered in our spunk.”

Arenade ran her fingers through her hair. No not or resistance. Even the living room didn’t smell like sweat.

”You guys did that for me? I-I mean, about time you started treating me like the royalty I am!” Arenade exclaimed.

”Yeah, yeah. We also got a surprise for ya. Bring ’em in!” Bromar sat the basin aside and hollered into the kitchen.

Drogan and Tick entered the living room, each holding a bottle of Ortesian White. Wax-sealed and everything as proof that they haven’t been tampered with.

”What?!” Arenade gasped. ”How did you guys get your hands on these? Wait. These are fake, aren’t they?”

”As real as your titties,” Drogan assured her.

”But how? These are worth a small fortune! Then… did you steal them?” she lowered her voice and asked.

”No, of course not! We hit a few good win streaks and pooled in the gold to get you two bottles. The biggest problem wasn’t the cost though. Bush and Mud went to one of their smuggler friends. Almost got shanked for it!” Bromar explained.

Bush and Mud nodded frantically from across the room.

”You went through all this trouble for me?” Arenade gaped at them.

Bromar rubbed the back of his head, working up the courage to speak. ”Listen, toots. We know how lucky we are. You’ve been good to us. The Commonwealth’s been good to us. If it weren’t for a string of good luck, most of us would probably have been dire wolf food a long time ago. We ain’t gonna take that for granted. We, uh… we’re sorry about being little shits earlier. We’re also down to be part of your Bright whatever you call it—”

”Bright Cloister…”

”Yeah, that! From now on, we worship Demigoddess Arenade and her just-as-big-breasted speaker, you!” He beamed.

”Awww. You guys…” She cradled the bottles, feeling emotional. ”I thought you were all good-for-nothing horny goblins with nothing but sex on their minds, but you’re alright. This calls for a round for everyone!”

Everyone cheered. They brought out seven glasses and toasted.

”To my goblin friends!” Arenade lifted her glass.

”To the sexiest, bustiest, asslicious, and most divine high elf there ever lived!” Drogan exclaimed.

”The first three parts weren’t necessary, but screw it! Cheers!” She took a sip, and the others followed suit.

A delightful sigh escaped everyone’s lips.

”Alright, toots. I gotta hand it to ya. Savoring this is the right way to go,” Bromar agreed.

”Hehe. I’m glad you see my way.” Arenade wrinkled her nose.

”Now that we got that out of the way, how about another round?” Drogan asked.

”Far from me to deny what might as well be the nectar of the gods,” she said, going in to fill their glass only for them to pull away.

”No, you’re misunderstanding us!” Tick exclaimed and put his empty glass down, then wiped the drool from his chin. ”When we say another round, we mean another round.”

The six goblins surrounded her with their cocks fully erect.

”Oh.” Arenade uttered before they pounced on her.