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“Alright, so, you guys want some breaking news?” the radio jockey said a few days after, “How’s this? They got the Gryphon.”

Mark had been in the middle of reroofing his home. Again. The little makeshift sheets he put on top fulfilled their purpose of being temporary cover. The problem was that Mark had expected that “temporary” to have lasted much longer. At the very least until he left.

But then, he had been here for a while.

All the same, he dropped everything and on stood in front of his radio to confirm what he had just heard.

“After a week’s long chase, the team consisting of 6 Wild Life experts and 20 Naval marksmen hounded the Gryphon over to a trap at the West Hills. There, they wounded it deeply, reportedly penetrating one of it’s lungs. And this all before it, huh, fled again up north.” the host, who sounded excited at first, lamely ended.

“Yes,” Mark, on the other hand, was pumping his fists up and down.

Killing it would have been the preferred choice, of course, but the Gryphons, in being deeply territorial, tended to abandon land where they had lost fights.

An annoyance back when they had guns. Now? A godsend.

“Wait, hold up, our experts are apparently all attesting that the Gryphon is unlikely to ever be a problem again,” the radio host sounded distracted as if he were reading a report, “And that the worst of the wounds inflicted on it, a lung penetration, gives it even odds that it’ll die anyway.”

The radio host breathed deeply, “After suffering for weeks with disappearances, many of them children, and the fear of death literally falling from the sky, I think I can speak for everyone when I say: ‘thank you, fellas.’”

“I’ll be sure to offer those fine men a drink when they come back, but as for now?” the man chuckled, “How about we let the music match the mood?”

And then September by Earth, Wind and Fire started playing, “Although, honestly, I feel as though I could use a drink as well.”

.The dulcine tunes and Mark perfectly understood.

He felt as if he could use one as well.

The man walked with shaky knees over to his chair and sat his ass in it as he rested his head on his hands and looked at the ground.

For weeks, he had lived with a quite ever-present dread. For weeks, he had been afraid of the Gryphon. He almost felt lightheaded actually, now that he knew that , well-

Now that he wouldn’t need to worry about it.

“Oh my god!” he startled a chuckle, “Oh thank god.”

For weeks now, he had avoiding thinking about the Gryphon, because the damned animal demanded immediate action from him. Immediate action that he had put off as long as he could, for reasons that he wasn’t particularly inclined to think about.

But now it didn’t matter!

Gonna get the herbs out, he decided, this called for a drink and he didn’t have any alcohol on hand to get wasted. It was just as well; he liked tea better.

He was about to go down to his basement to grab the dried leaves when the tiny green woman in his life stomped into his house while cradling a tin holding a cloudy solid.

“Anything going on, Katya?” Mark couldn’t help the smile that came into his face and the goblin’s eyes furrowed.

Truth be told, the small woman had made a 180-degree turn and now barely spent time inside his house. She still sat with him and listened to the radio when it was raining harshly outside, or when it was lightly snowing, but she had increasingly taken over some of his chores.

To the point that she’d all supplanted him as their cook.

He had been annoyed when he started doing it, if he was going to be honest, but once she found out where he kept his foodstuff it was pretty much over him. It’s not like he was going to fight for it and, well, it WAS nice being able to kick back and have food made for you.

Katya had even knapped a little stone knife to cut the vegetables and mushrooms. He’d offered her his own utility knife, but as fascinated as she was with it, she had ultimately chosen to make her own.

Flint cut surprisingly well, all things considered.

Oh, she still used his machete from time to time, even gnawed on it too!, but there were greater things to consider nowadays. And one of those things had just been driven away~

“Just stay there,” Mark advised her as he started to head for his basement, “I’ll make some tea, you are going to love it, and then we’ll sip away the afternoon, heh?”

Every single day they understood each other better and better, to the point that the inventory of words that Mark had of her tongue and she had of English was great enough that they could just about make themselves understood.

Living with the goblin, as spontaneous as it was, had not been easy. But Mark found that he minded less and less. Now, without the Gryphon to make him double-guess every single day additional day that he spent here, he could freely stay long enough to fully learn what she spoke, or for her to learn enough to understand him.

So that he could, at the very least, properly say goodbye to her.

Mark didn’t know that she understood all, or any, of what he just said, but it didn’t matter! Man of action that he was, he’d demonstrate soon enough.

Or would have, if the green woman hadn’t stood in his way.

“What gives, Katya?” Mark asked, lifting an eyebrow as he fought the urge to pick her up and spin her around.

“Mark,” she grunted and pointed a finger at him, “Wa-ter.”

“Find.”

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Katya had been getting more and more desperate.

She was a good woman, if she did so say herself, and had for the last week attempted to make up for her brief lack of sense. The magic box was an ever-present tempter, but she avoided falling into its clutches if there was a single thing that she could think of doing that she had not done yet.

But there was more to a prospective wife than caring for a home, and she, too, had tried her hardest to be patient with her male.

Because that was the thing. Men could be surprisingly dumb about some things, and were rather slow to notice some details. She knew that before she met him and thanked whatever divine influence landed her this chunk of hunky meat, and so she knew she had to be patient with him.

A prospect that was of even more importance due to their mutual lack of understanding; since he couldn’t understand her, any critiquing that she did would be worse than useless.

But they had been together for more than a month. That very same morning she woke up, took a whiff at him and decided that she quite simply could not do this anymore.

She took all the fat that she had harvested off all the animals they had killed, as little of it as the small bastards had. She boiled it in Mark’s biggest grey copper pot and, using the measurements that her own mother taught her, mixed with wood ash in turns to, eventually, make some blessed soap.

She had wanted to wait until she could get a big batch going, but the skin burns she’d have to go through again in the near future would be well worth it to solve this whole “not bathing” problem here and now.

She had no idea if this would strain her relationship with her gigantic male, if maybe her lapse from last week would compounded by this, but this wasn’t a gamble that she could unfortunately avoid taking.

So he marched up to him and caught him in a strangely happy mood. She felt a little bad about spoiling it, yes, but him being this happy gave her more room to work with.

So she looked at him in the eye and told him in the sternest voice that she could manage, in the sort of tone that indicated that there was a potential fight awaiting them, to tell her where the water was.

It really was amazing that it had taken her this long to find out, but her explorations of their surroundings had not turned up any wells or watering holes. For all she knew, he went up the mountain and got snow!

The damned language barrier kept her from just asking, but here and now she would force herself through the gibberish that he spoke all so that she could finally wash their clothes.

Thankfully, her male simply blinked at her before he shrugged. All her good deeds and actions obviously manifested themselves in this hour of need, because he simply grabbed his boots and coat and started heading out.

Katya grabbed a basket of their dirty laundry, which was nowhere as big as it needed to be, and walked after him with her container of soap in hand.

And then Mark simply walked for a few moments before he made a turn on the hill and came upon a fucking stream.

A whole one.

It wasn’t particularly big, about two Marks in length. It wasn’t particularly deep either, Katya could stand on its deepest point with the water not going above her tits. Snow came down with it from time to time, and tiny little fish moved on it’s clear depths.

And she had missed this. She had been here for a month, walking up and down these cursed hills to find food and forage, and she had never came across this fucking thing.

How? Why?

“Katya good?” her huge adorable thoughtless man asked her, as if she couldn’t have used this information much more earlier on. Because apparently, she could have been taking baths from the first day that she was there.

Whyyy?

“I am fine,” she huffed, putting it in a way that her big dumb male could understand, but just because he understood words didn’t mean he understood subtext. So he tilted his head in that stupidly adorable way of his.

“Katya not look fine,” he stated.

Katya gave him a disappointed look, then she started sliding off the jacket her male had gifted, along with her furs and undergarments.

She’d managed to get some thread from the guts of animals they’d slaughter, and bone needles weren’t that hard to make when you had miraculous grey copper at hand, so she’d managed to make some clothing from boiling her tools, and whatever hides she didn’t need to immediately cure, to make up for literally only having a single set of clothing.

All that said, the pile she took off was as big as the pile she had in her basket. This was sadly all she had been able to procure.

“Now, you strip!” she pointed a commanding finger him and pointed at the ground beneath her.

“Strip?” Mark said, looking confused, “Do that?”

“Yes, like me!” Katya told him, “Now strip!”

Mark put his thumbs on what she had been informed were “pants”, except they were confusingly a singular item, and tugged down while he looked at her askance, as if he wanted to confirm he got it right.

Katya’s fingers joined his, “Yes, like that!”

And then she pulled down.

Now, she realized she might be crossing a few too many lines, but she deeply wanted to get this done.

Mark stopped the fall of his pants when they were around his ankles, but by that point Katya was already pulling his underwear down too.

“Katya, pause!” her male said as he grabbed his underwear too and Katya stopped; she hoped she had made her point.

“Strip,” she seriously told him again as she pointed at the ground in front of her.

And, with a sigh, Mark did just that.

“Thank you,” Katya honestly tells him as he takes his clothing, put’s it next to hers and then gets to work.

She sods and soaps her tunic, her undergarments and her miscellaneous rags. She rubs them against each other, soaks them in the cold water, and then sniffs them. When they did’t pass muster, she soaped them again and began the cycle anew.

With so little clothing, it didn’t take long to get through her clothing, so she quickly began doing her male’s. Well, she kept her nice gift jacket for last, since she was not very familiar with it’s materials and she wanted to take her time with it. All the same, she got through Mark’s shirts, his pants and the little things that he put around his feet. He regularly boiled what he called “socks” but nothing could beat actual washing.

She sniffed when she got to his underwear and nodded at herself as she put it aside. Mark flushed a bit when she began doing that, but, honestly, he shouldn’t have been ashamed; he had very virile and manly musk!

“And there,” she sighed as she finished washing her jacked and hung it from nearby trees.

“Are we done?” Mark asked as he shivered. They were technically in fall, so yes doing this here and now was all sorts of awful, but Katya didn’t know that Mark had any other clothes. And she would be damned if she missed this opportunity to clean everything up.

Speaking of.

“Mark, come on,” Katya put a foot in the water, and forced herself not to screech when she felt how cold it was. Her hands had already gotten used to the temperature, but it was really fucking cold.

Mark spoke more with the look he gave her then he ever had with words, are you fucking kidding me?

“We’ll be quick!” she promised as she splashed the water and hid her flinch when she got some of it in her crotch, “R-real quick, I promise!”

“No,” Mark deliberately walked up to the edge and looked down at her as he spoke. So, she had found the limit of her male’s forbearance. A pity that.

Unfortunately for him, this was the sort of stance he should have taken away from the edge!

“Come here!” she grabbed her hand and pulled with all of her strength.

Mark, being the big tough bastard that he was, could pick her up without much problem. But the edge of the stream was wet and soapy, and he was already dipping forward when he tried to step back.

So with a big splash, he went down into the stream.

“Katya!” Mark screamed in rage and Katya shied back. It had not been here intention to get him fully submerged all at once.

“I am sorry!” she rushed to say, her hands up in reconciliatory pleading.

Mark, in answer, crunched up his nose and dug his hands into the water around him.

Katya did not see the wave that wetted her head to toe.

“It’s fucking COLD!” she screeched as the almost freezing water got everywhere.

“Suffer,” Mark said in perfectly accented Cave Tonguing and splashed her more and more.

“No,” Katya begged, “Please!”

But, ah, his efforts would eventually work against him, since that only got her used to the cold.

“Ha!” she splashed water back into his face when he broke his rhythm for a moment. He flinched as his skin was reminded of the temperature and, in that moment of weakness, Katya slid around his legs and got to his back.

“Surrender!” she ordered him as she jumped and hung down from his back.

“Katya,” Mark sighed and then began walking out, with her hanging and all.

“No,” Katya said, “Please, just let me clean you.”

Her male stopped for a second and then tried looking over his shoulder. He actually managed to catch her face from the corner of his eyes and gave her a very unimpressed stare.

But, in the end, he relented and stayed in place.

“It’ll be quick!” Katya assured him as she grabbed the soap from the edge, “I promise!”

Mark only grunted when she reached his side and vegan to lather him up.

For such a big man, his skin was rather soft. Well, not in his hands, but his pink skin felt smooth in her hands.

She got his stomach full of soap and was getting to his lower back before a thought occurred to her.

Smirking where he couldn’t see her, she lathered her tits completely and then, as she grabbed his hips, began rubbing them up and down his back.

Mark’s too a deep breath as her nipples spread sods along his back.

“Do you mind getting down?” she sweetly asked him. And then, when he woodenly obeyed her, she rubbed his upper back and then the back of his neck with her boob sponges.

His beautiful brown hair, so much like a bear’s, she scrubbed with her fingers of course. But the side of his head, and his face, she kept rubbing soap on with her tits.

His hands came up to feel them and she giggled as they just slid around her baby feeders.

“Ok, get up,” she told him and he did so with some hesitancy, “Oh, don’t give me that. I have to do your front now!”

Mark quickly turned after that, and Katya smirked as she looked down at his crotch. The cold had made his fucking bits go small, but his arousal had made them start to get up. Either way, she got her hands on his pectorals and started rubbing deeply with soap covered fingers and she hummed to herself.

“Ancestors, these are so big,” she purred as her digits got into the muscle, only for her fingers to center into his nipples put pressure in them.

She actually elicited a groan from his when she pinched those, only stopping because she had to lather some more soap on.

“See?” she asked him as she cleaned his stomach and then got to the bush in his front, “Nothing wrong with this.”

“It’s just a normal bath.”

Her fingers dug into his pubic jungle and spread sods far and wide. His cock was getting to full mast by this point, so she helped it along by circling his shaft and putting some soap on his precious cock.

“Since it’s so big,” she informed him, “I am going to have to clean it up well~”

Mark moaned as she spread her fingers up his shaft and choke his mushroom head with her soapy hands. She rubbed the ridges of his penis and, at long last, cleaned his foreskin.

But Katya has a goblin possessed of two hands, and they could both be used to spread soap. Her left hand ventured down below and started fondling his testicles with some sods.

The breath of her man quickened and left himself open to her playing around with his boys. But she needed to clean more then just his besties, even if they were the softest things she had felt a long while, so her fingers venture forth.

Katya the goblin knelt down as she reached with her hands and touched his taint.

“Katya!” Mark gasped and she tighten her hands around the head of his cock.

“Do you hate it?” she asked as she made circles in the area between his testicles and his anus.

“...no,” Mark, after a moment, admitted.

“Then don’t worry,” she advised him as she went further and dug her soap filled hands into his ass.

Mark almost jumped and would have thrown her off, she had not simultaneously begun rubbing his cock on and off.

“I have to clean all of you,” Katya said, “Every single bit!”

Her hands had infiltrated his ass cheeks and where soaping and rubbing as they went. Of course, after his ass and his dick were clean, that didn’t mean she moved on, no.

No, even after she didn’t need to rub anymore, she still got her stroking hand deep into his shaft. And her other hand deep into his butt.

She was there to, not only feel, but also SEE his testicles clench.

“Here,” she told him as she let go of his ass so that she could stand in front of his cock, “Blow it all!”

The green woman opened her mouth in front of her male’s dick, pumping with her hands to encouraged the heaviest most loaded shot, and was not dissapointed as a deluge of semen hit her tongue.

“Katya,” Mark moaned as she milked him, making him discharge more and more of his precious baby batter. She had not gotten pregnant yet and it was integral to her plans that she did so at some point. But she didn’t want to scare her male away, so she didn’t push for sex…much.

All the same, if he was going to cum in front of her? Then yes, she would catch all of that delicious cum!

She swallowed his jizz when she couldn’t hold anymore in her mouth. That just made some of his last spurts hit her lips and dirty her nose. As she swallowed the porridge-heavy reproductive mud down her throat, Mark’s orgasm subsided and her last few spurts hit her neck and her bust.

“Here, let me get the last bit,” she told him when she next opened her mouth and, with her thumb, forced the last bit of his sperm up his urethra and into her mouth.

“Well?” she asked after she’d swallowed again, “Do you feel clean?”

Mark was breathing with relief but gave her a confused look. Had they not gone over what those words meant? Drat.

Well, whatever, she supposed she could fix that.

“Now, Mark-” she said as she reached with her hand and grabbed his own. Mark allowed her to pull it towards her and splay his fingers open as she took a nother bit of soap.

And put it into his hands.

“-it’s your turn to clean me,” she said with a wife smile as she sat in the bank of the stream, with her leg’s spread wide.

Her brown-haired muff in full display to show him what she meant.

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By the time she was done, Mark had mostly cleaned her up. It didn’t honestly take long, which was a good thing. Because sexy or not, the cold was beginning to get to them.

Thankfully, their clothing had shed most of their water weigh when they grabbed them and stared making their way back to his unfinished cabin. Then a mountain air came blowing down, and they legged it there.

They were shivering by the time they got back, and Mark found that Katya’s green skin didn’t keep her from turning a bit blue, but his oven only needed a simple spark to get going and, in no time at all, they had brought sits to sit in front of the makeshift fire place.

They arranged a few planks to hang their clothing from once they felt comfortable enough for it, but in the end they just spend a while there, in front of his oven.

The experience could have been worse, he supposed. Almost freezing never felt good, but he couldn’t honestly say that he hated it this time around.

Mark had heard, and miraculously had, vaginal sex by now. Everyone knew what oral sex was, and yes it did live up to its reputation. But bathing sex? Getting off while cleaning off?

Was he breaking new ground? Was this something no one had ever done before?

He hadn’t even known that he could!

They both shivered for a while as they sat hip to hip, gaining as much warmth from each other as they did from the stove.

Today had been a good day, Mark decided. No, it had been a great day.

First the news and now this.

On a whim, he pushed his hand through them both and slid it down Katya’s thigh. Katya quirked an eyebrow at him when Mark found what he was looking for.

Her hand.

Katya’s eyes widened as he intertwined his fingers with hers.

The goblin lady rushed to squeeze his hand back as she rested her head on his arm. And that was good, certainly. That was certainly enjoyable.

But it could be better.

Mark raised his arm over body, his hand still joined to hers, and then looped it around her head to pull her against his torso.

Katya happily rubbed her face into his chest and, after giving him a grin, tilted her head up to smell at his armpit.

And then, once she had, gave a pleased sigh.

Mark himself put his face into her hair and breathed in. The scent of it was that of the soap she had made, and smelled fantastic for it.

Since they could hardly understand each other most of the time, they talked AT each other more than not. When they really needed to be understood, they tried to use each other’s languages, but maybe they would reach the day when that wouldn’t matter.

They didn’t say a single other thing while they sat side by side as their clothing dried and they took warmth of a different kind from each other.

Memories were a tricky thing, and this one would live frozen in time for years to come. For Mark, while he was living it, it felt like it would last forever.

And he wished that it had.