Walking around with an erection was hard.

Walking around with an erection that didn’t go down was harder. Especially in a forest where everything had a hole you could put your thing in and fuck your minds out. Not that I wanted to do that or anything.

It was a good thing my balls couldn’t produce enough hormones or stuff yet. Otherwise, I’d really be fucked.

What surprised me though, was the fact that the goblin was withstanding this fairly well. The only time he showed any signs of weakness was when we encountered those butt things. Everyone had preferences, I suppose.

Regardless, our journey became a bit harder… but also a bit easier since the vines were starting to thin out. We could walk at a decent pace for once. Of course, we still had to be careful but… but we were crossing days’ worth of distances in mere hours.

So much so that I might or might not have gotten a little cocky and ran a bit and… ended up near a thing.

A thing I hadn’t yet seen. Of course, not much surprised me these days. I’d seen almost everything this place had to offer and even if something new appeared, I knew it was going to be sex-themed.

However.

This wasn’t.

It was fully covered in black fur. And had large eyes all over its body. No holes, no mouths, just eyes.

“Maneater?” I mumbled.

“Yup,” Goribo mumbled back. “I suppose we were going to encounter one sooner than later. Friendo, can you blast it with magic?”

“Worth a shot,” I said, pointing my fingers at it and a string of electricity pierced it. It pierced it through but, but the fleshy bit filled its insides and the fur grew back. In the place of the hole a new eye popped out. I gulped. “On second thought, maybe we should run.”

“It’s faster Friendo. And we’re far away.”

“Yeah…”

The thing hadn’t yet attacked us. It was observing. Very intelligent.

Should I just burn it with fire? Or maybe drown it first and then-

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Whoosh!

It was before me. Just centimeters away. How the fuck had it-

Slam!~

I was slung in the air, and I crashed into a tree; I coughed up my breath and some blood. Pain shot through. Damn thing had broken my chest one with shot!

“FRIENDO!” The goblin screamed, using the chance and shoving his spear in it, but the damn thing saw it coming and jumped up, dodging.

I gathered water in the air and since it was midair, it got drowsed.

I again fired of another electric string, this time, I arched it in several directions so it couldn’t dodge. And just when a bolt touched him I amped the juice and fried it good. It sizzled and waved, but it didn’t shrivel up like the mushroom thing from before. At this rate, it was going to recover again.

So, I set it on fire.

I did not wait for it at all. Fuck, even just breathing was stinging so fucking much.

Fuck!

I kept burning it again and again.

“Friendo, Friendo, we’re good!”

Eventually, the goblin had to stop me otherwise I risked setting the whole place on fire. Actually, I kind of wanted to. I was sick of this place.

But Goribo told me that was a bad idea since we’d be dying first. I could survive the fire using water, but what about oxygen?

Sigh… anyway, I picked myself up and the goblin helped. But I couldn’t even move let alone walk. “Wish I knew healing magic for times like this.” And wish I’d at least studied the basics of it, so I could brute force my way out with these gems.

My healing was already expediated thanks to Rexen and I’d probably heal faster than typical humans. But this was a broken bone. And no matter how expediated, it was still going to take a while. And it hurt.

The spot was warm and swollen and although it didn’t hurt as badly as when it broke, I think it was mostly due to my adrenaline. “Sigh… where are mermaid medicine when you need some…”

“Friendo, let’s find a cave.”

Ah yes, caves.

We probably passed a few on our quick march to this place. So, I guess we were going to back track. And just when I thought things were looking good though.

“Seriously, fuck you,” I managed and set the damn thing on fire once more. It was basically just ash at this point.

The goblin sighed, picked me up in a bridal carry and carried me back for the rest of the way. We both got aroused by the intense stuff in the air, and now that I could barely keep my conscience, I couldn’t maintain a water umbrella or a layer of air.

On a positive note, I no longer had an erection, so that was good… probably.

***

The next morning I woke up with a hangover of sorts. I was hungry, I was dehydrated and my chest felt like shit. Bruised, and somewhat purple.

I made myself some water and drank it but Holy shit this sucked. Even just gulping water made me wince!

“We should rest for a few days Friendo,” he said.

“We won’t live for a few days if we don’t leave now.” I had to speak super quietly.

“But Friendo, your bone-”

“Don’t worry about it. I can handle the pain.” Barely.

No, that wasn’t true. I couldn’t handle the pain. It was too much, I wanted to scream, and I wanted to cry.

But I wanted to get out of this hell first.

The goblin lent me his shoulder and together we marched through the forest. Today we walked slowly but instead of using a water umbrella I just fried whatever got near me. I fried everything good. I screwed them up real good!

Hah ha- aha ahah hah hah!

Goribo shoved something in my mouth and my pyromaniacal tendencies eased up. I was high today too, just not in a good way.