AN: this story was heavily inspired by a story I found on AO3 called "slaying something other than goblins" by AzureGigacyber. Enjoy.

Prologue:

Goblin Slayer was by no means a normal man, I mean he had a crazed obsession with killing goblins, it could be understood why one would hate goblins if they were in his shoes but he was tip-toeing around insanity at this point, he would push himself beyond belief in his quest to eradicate all goblins. Few who actually knew about the true horror and evil that goblins possessed would call him a hero for his selfless acts, but was he really selfless? Yes he was, he had saved Priestess, from the cave the first time he had met her and offered one of his healing potions to her, he didn't owe her anything and yet he saved her life and taught her countless ways to survive, of course they all had to do with goblins but that's besides the point.

In the sewers of Watertown the goblin champion had nearly killed him, but he managed to get back up and save his friends from a horrid fate. Many would accredit this to pure rage for goblins or maybe he just refused to be killed by the things he hated most, but no one knew the true reason, he would not allow the people he had grown close to be taken from him again. After living through the nightmare of the goblins with his sister he told himself to never let anyone get close to him again, but against his wishes he couldn't help the friendships he had formed.

Dwarf shaman and lizard priest were great allies that he trusted and relied on, he wasn't the best with words or expressing his feelings but he thought of them as... friends.

Sword Maiden he respected, he had heard what the goblins had done to her and only added to his need to destroy the goblins, she confessed her love to him and asked if he understood her feelings towards him, he denied her, he buried his feelings deep down and replaced them with hatred, hatred for goblins.

Guild Girl had helped him protect his oldest friend by offering a reward for one gold piece for every goblin head, he was forever in her debt for this because with out her he would have surely died.

Priestess had arguably made the big push to recover his sanity, most people he rescued had thanked him and left him alone, but not her, she began to follow him and help him, in more ways than one, with what happened at Watertown without her he would've possibly died.

High Elf Archer was a woman with a fiery spirit, she made him no longer use fire water or poison to kill goblin she recently added explosions to the list, you would obviously have to mean a lot to him to get him to agree not to use more effective ways of killing goblins.

And finally, Cow Girl, his best friend, his oldest friend, they were the only survivors of his village, she had survived by going to the town with her uncle, no one else was nearly as fortunate. The day before she had left they had an argument because he was angry she got to go into town and he had to stay where he was. He felt pangs in his gut when he thought of what he did to her, she thought everyone had died including him, she probably hated herself for not being able to apologize. And the more time he spent with her living at the farm he felt more guilty, he knew that she loved him of that he was sure, he hadn't any idea of how the other women felt about him but Cow Girls feelings were as clear as his hatred for goblins.

When he found the goblin tracks at the farm he told her to run, but she was a stubborn girl and refused to leave, he put his dignity on the line by asking anyone and everyone at the guild for help, spearman asked him what he would give up for help and his response was everything. It wasn't a lie, she meant everything to him, she was all he had of his past his last shred of humanity, the only reason why he couldn't kill himself killing goblins, because he meant something to her and he knew if he died she would be saddened, and if something happened to her he would feel... he felt his heart clench every time he thought about something happening to her.

He did not know the word to describe how he felt about her or any of the women in his life, all he knew was they were special to him, all of them. What he didn't know was how important he was to them.

Cow Girl, Guild girl, Priestess, and High Elf Archer had all been plotting something for him, none of them knew of the others plans but they were all the exact same: they would buy a love potion from someone, possibly Witch, and would pour it in his drink.

Witch had given them all what they asked but it wasn't exactly as easy as they thought, there was no such thing as a "love potion" per-say, you cannot just force someone to love you, but there was something that would help, it was a potion that they would have to place a drop of their blood into and then mix it into one of his drinks.

'Sounds simple enough.' Cow Girl thought as she raised the glass into the light, it was a clear liquid that swished around the bottle as she spun it in a small circle, she had already placed her drop of blood into it, now all she needed to do was think of a time when she could use it, he uncle was home right now and he said that he hadn't planned to go to town until the next few days, she could still go through with her plan but she feared what would happened if they were caught, her uncle already thought that Goblin Slayer was insane, who knows what he would do if he caught the two of them rutting like a pair of wild animals.

A blush encased her face as she started to think of Goblin Slayer above her with his strong, rough, body atop her soft and gentle frame, thrusting in and out of her with her legs wrapped around him. His thrusts were fast and he slammed in and out of her at a consistent pace, his cock had reached every nook and cranny, stretching her virgin pussy and grinding against a spot deep within her that made her shudder.

His deep soothing voice would ask her as he stared into her eyes with a twinge of worry, "you're shivering... are you cold?" His speech had pauses for his heavy breathing and grunts of pleasure. She would look up into his eyes with tears in her eyes, but he knew she wasn't sad no, she was happy.

"I'm just... so happy." He had her laying on her bed and he held her thighs apart so he could be trusting deeper in her, their chests were pressed together and her generous bust was pressed against him and with each thrust they would grind against each other, her cries and moans were heard throughout the farm, she would have a need to hold back or keep quiet with her uncle gone, and boy if the cows could speak or even remotely understand what she was saying they would be dumbfounded by what they were hearing.

He would pant against her ear and tell her that he feels like he's going to explode, this would of course be the first time for both of them but they had grown around animals so they both knew what was going to happen next, he would release his seed deep within her as she encouraged him to do so, telling him she wanted it that she needed his seed in her. And he would fill her up and she would feel him in her, and then they would continue to make love for hours and then sleep, and then wake each other up just to do it again.

She was torn from her thoughts as her uncle closed the door as he came inside the house, her thoughts were so vivid that they had made her sopping wet, making a blush return to her face and she got up to change her undergarments.

Guild Girl was sitting at her desk with the bottle in her hands under the desk, she stared at the liquid, 'is this the right think to do?' She questioned herself, 'I-I love him but, would this make him love me?' Her thoughts were traveling at a million miles a minute, she really did love him, and she wanted him to love her, she just wasn't sure that he would without a little extra... "suggestion." She sighed and placed the bottle into one of the drawers in her desk, she opened her journal and flipped through some pages.

'...Goblin Slayers tongue and my tongue battle for dominance as he gropes my breasts through my shirt, this caused me to moan into his mouth which allowed his tongue to slip into my mouth, exploring all there was to explore.

He shifts his hands lower, down to my flat abdomen and then lower... down to my...'a blush suffused across her cheeks as she read her own dirty writing, okay maybe a different page.

'...he then pushed my thighs apart to look at my intimate area, his kiss made my breath hitch and his tongue giving it an experimental lick cause my breath to get caught in my throat, only later to be released as a moan. He licked my up and down flicking his tongue back and forth when he reached the top, my right hand was entangling itself in his grey hair, I wanted to keep him there as long as I could, then he thrust his tongue in me and I...'

Okay so clearly she couldn't read her journal right now, she had to go back to her shift soon and it had gotten her so worked up, maybe this wouldn't be such a bad idea, it's a good thing she didn't look at her drawings.

Priestess held the bottle close to her face and tapped it gently with her other finger, it looked... just like water, she prayed this would work, she uncorked the bottle and pricked her finger, she winced but held her finger over the top, her blood gathered together into a small ball on the top of her finger, she turned her hand over and the blood dropped in a single perfect ball before plopping into the liquid, she replaced the cork and shook the bottle, the blood dissipated quickly but in the center it flowed a faint pink before fading out. Whatever it was it must've worked... hopefully. She prayed it worked, Goblin Slayer had at first seemed like he want all right in the head, but the more she got to know him the more she admired him.

When he took off his helmet for her that had done it, she completely feel for him at that point, his handsome rugged features, his resolve to do good (killing goblins is good...I think), and his selfless nature had all drawn her to him. She had accepted that she was in love with him, even though she either hadn't know or wouldn't admit, she loved him, every bit.

High Elf Archer sniffed the contents of the bottle but it didn't have a smell, she looked at it intensely and briefly thought of drinking it before immediately assuming that to be a bad idea, she didn't want to fell in love with herself. She had already placed a drop of her blood in, she just hoped it would work, she had not like Goblin Slayer at first, but she had seen him as the hero he would never admit to being. She was a High Elf and yet she found herself falling in love with him all the same. The thought of him would cause butterfly's in her stomach and for her heart to start pounding.

She hoped that he wouldn't make her first time rough and yet a part of her also wanted him to be rough with her, for him to brush his calloused hands against her velvety skin causing her to pant and moan, to plea and beg for him to take her, she wanted him to take his time with her and drag everything out, but she also wanted him to not hold back and to take her at a blistering pace. At this point she didn't care she just wanted him.

Cow Girl bandaged her finger and held the bottle to her chest, 'three days from now, my uncle will leave for town to sell some goods, that's when I'll do it, I'll pour it in his drink in the morning."

Guild Girl placed the bottle in her night stand, 'He said he'll be taking it easy for a few days... so the next time I see him I'll offer him a drink on the house.'

Priestess looked at the bottle laying on its side next to her, 'He told me that he wanted to spend some time at the farm so when he comes back to the adventures guild I'll buy us all drinks, then when I go over to get them I'll pour the potion in one of them and give that one to him.'

High Elf Archer sat on her bed with her arms crossed on her knee keeping her head propped up, 'Priestess told us that Orcbolg will be taking a few personal days after the attack on the farm, I'm glad he's taking it easy for now, but when he gets back I'll order the both of us some drinks and dump the potion in his drink.'

The women knew the plan, "Operation: seduce Goblin Slayer at all costs" they knew what was on the line here, Goblin Slayer's happiness as well as their own.

Goblin Slayer shot up into a sitting position from his bed, sweat covered his body as he woke up from a very cryptic dream, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and held his head in his hands, he wiped the sweat from his brow, he had no idea why but he had a bad feeling, like something very "bad" was going to happen to him.