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“You my male. Me? Your female.”

Every single thing that Mark could really say that he knew about relationships could be boiled down to “when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, they get married and then have children.”

Not verbatim of course but, aside from his mother and her friends at a time so early in his life that he struggled to make sense of the memories, the only relationships that he’d ever witnessed were homosexual ones. Given the gulf of the difference between men and women, there was only so much he could extrapolate from those. And, even the information he could process was inherently suspect, given that he hadn’t personally experienced it.

It was an old philosophical question whose author Mark did not remember but whose query still stood relevant: Could anything ever really be known? If information transmission was so inherently imperfect that all teaching had an element of a “game of telephone”, whatever a telephone was, and even observing things were still muddied by the limitations of the observer, could naught be known except by living it?

“What are we?” he had asked the tiny goblin woman that he was damned sure he was in a relationship with in a small hole in the wall of a mountain. His bruises from a fight to death with an honest-to-goodness Gryphon had ached, a whole half day of mountain climbing had him exhausted, and a session of intense sex had him on the brink of sleep Yet it was the answer to that question that felt the most urgent.

Katya gave him a side glance as she processed the question. It didn’t stop her from getting comfy and hugging his arm like a pillow, but she didn’t answer immediately. Perhaps it was the limit of his fluency in her language, and perhaps it just wasn’t that important to her.

Either way-

“You my male.” she poked his chest with the long nail of her green index finger. Her tits were squishing against his stomach and, if he hadn’t just busted a nut and felt exhausted, Mark would have felt compelled to go for a second go. As it was, this was still incredibly erotic, “Me? Me your female.”

That was the answer.

Simple yet ambiguous. It didn’t make matters clear in the way that he hoped they would. Though, perhaps, it did?

Perhaps, the problem wasn’t in the answer. Perhaps, the problem was with Mark, who expected, what, for Katya to tell him that she was his girlfriend now?

She was his. That’s what Katya said. The statement made his stomach feel light and hollow and made his heart quicken. Wasn’t that enough?

But as he slept with the small green woman in his arms, as he smelled her hair and drifted off to one of the best sleeps he ever got, Mark could only conclude that no…no, it wasn’t.

By her own words, she was his woman.

But was that the same as her being his to love?

Heh, love. What a meaningless word, given what he knew of infatuation. It was perhaps better to say that he was so attached to her that the simple thought of how close he had come to losing her still made him shutter. It was an affection that was plainly a vulnerability and it was one he was far too late to stop now.

And that, when he had come across this strange green woman at a low point in his life.

And he couldn’t get enough of her.

She had wrapped her small hand around his heart when he wasn’t looking. And he couldn’t bring himself to care that she did. It was like catching moonlight in his fingers and everything about it, including the pain, was addictive.

He coveted not only Katya, but everything else that came with her. The quirky talks that they tried to make sense of. The weird fights that they had for reasons that he entertained while he slept. The tempo of life that they had arranged and the relationship that they had…built for themselves.

…hmmm.

“Hey, Katya,” he called her as they traveled down unfamiliar yet easy-to-navigate paths in the mountain. It was the day after he murdered the Gryphon, and the aches and hurts had only seemingly multiplied after a night of sleeping, “What do you want out of life?”

“Life?” his goblin quirked her head, as if savoring the concept, “Blood value? Worthiness?”

“From birth to death,” Mark tried to clarify, “What do you want it to be? How do you want to live it?”

The small woman looked about as she carefully took steps down the ridges of the mountain. After the passing of the Gryphon, life seemed to come back to the surroundings as animals that seemed to mix goats and rats jumped up peaks in the distance. Birds started to sing again, even at this height, and the goblin pursued her lips as she tried to find words to describe her answer, “Happiness?”

Mark snorted at that.

“It hard ask,” Katya complained, “Want very ma-che-te. Want very hides. Want very food. Want very people know.”

“...you want fame,” Mark slowly said, deciphering the last bit.

“Want big dick man,” Katya continued recounting things, making Mark almost stumbled down the mountain, “Want very very kin.”

“So you have family…” Mark murmured. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised.

“Want Mark,” Katya grew more enthusiastic, “Want magic. Want very much!”

“So…happiness, huh?” Mark said.

His goblin only grinned at him in response.

He’d apparently gotten involved with a very ambitious woman.

The way they took provided no more challenging cliffs or faces that they needed to descale. His pitons and what was left of his rope did not get any more exercise, but the trip did extend into one more day.

By the time they crested his home, he was carrying his goblin in his arms. One day without food wasn’t going to kill them, but the little boots Katya wore burst at the seams when they got to more level ground. His goblin was a tough girl, he knew, but he pondered what being “her male” meant.

And, after a whole day of giving it thought, he decided that it meant scooping her up into his arms and carrying her the rest of the way.

The shy and embarrassed look she gave him in response was worth every second of that onerous trip.

There was no celebration when they finally arrived, though he would lie if he didn’t feel some relief. A bittersweet one though, as seeing his demolished cabin was like getting splashed with a bail of cold water.

He and Katya cleared away the roof off the floor as best as they could and tried to set things straight. But the Gryphon had shattered the front wall of his house into kindling and made the other walls collapse in on themselves. The joints that joined wall to wall were ruined, and even their bases were strained past the point of safety.

Given enough time, with enough materials, it was nothing Mark couldn’t fix.

But as before, and like every single time he was close to getting something like a good ending, it just wasn’t enough.

The roof had collapsed his tent and ripped and rent where it hadn’t bent its frame. His radio was kaput, of course, which wouldn’t be so bad if it were just gone. But no, pieces of plastic and glass were littered all over his floor under the roof, like offal from a slaughtered pig!

As he stood in the middle of his house, the wind blew through barriers that weren’t there anymore and bit into him in what should have been his one and only truly special place in the wor-

Katya squeezed his hand.

“Me ok,” she told him, “You ok, We ok.”

“Ok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mark decidedly did not sniff, “Just- it's just I am emotional, I guess. Haha.”

Katya squeezed his hand again.

Mark did not know how happy the future could be, if he was going to be honest, but despite everything, he really couldn’t say it looked bleak.

The discovery that his pantry was intact despite the collapse of his house went a long way to lift up their spirits, but finding out that his oven was far too sturdy to be broken by a house collapse clinched it.

It was hard to stay sad when your green shortstack woman happily presented you with a bowl of vegetable stew.

They slept by campfire that night, and it seemed the Gryphon had used up most of their bad luck because it didn’t rain or snow. They slept side by side in the same bed roll and, when they woke up, they cleared the sand in their eyes.

And got to work.

They swept all the debris from the floor of his house and moved his walls where they would not get in the way of their work. They mended what they could. They salvaged what they couldn’t. They saved what clothing and material there was to save.

And they gave his radio a funeral.

“Box,” Katya actually sniffed as Mark threw dirt over the hole in which they put its remains, “Mystery box.”

The idea of a funeral hadn’t been too hard to transmit. Point in fact, Mark had joked about it, expecting it to be a private joke that Katya wouldn’t understand. But not only had she not understood, she had taken it seriously.

And here they were.

“Into ground,” Katya intoned as Mark padded the soil, “Into dirt. Into stone. Into us.”

Then she sighed. Mark, for his part, gave a quick private prayer.

“We never gave your friends one of these, now that I think about it,” Mark said as he cracked his back. Digging into the cold stoney soil of these hills during the fall was always tough work.

“Who?” Katya tilted her head.

“Your friends?” Mark frowned, “You know…the goblins I killed?”

“Aaah,” Katya smacked a hand into a palm, “Them.”

“No need,” she waved her hand, “We say tribe, they lay to rest.”

“So you guys did have a tribe,” Mark remarked.

“Yeah?” she replied, visibly trying to not make Mark sound stupid, “You have tribe, too, no?”

“I-guess I do,” Mark scratched his head, “But, um, you are not upset, are you?”

“Of what?” Katya asked.

“...of murdering all of your friends?” Mark asked again. This had been one of the questions that had tortured him for more than a month now.

“Meh,” his goblin, however, just shrugged her shoulders. It was a lack of care that surprised him, especially given-

“Then why did we bury the radio?!” Mark pointed at the ground. If she wasn’t someone who cared, why mourn something she hadn’t even paid for?

Katya put a hand on his shoulder and then got on her tippy toes to pat his head. The action actually settled him a bit, which was how Mark realized he was getting worked up. Obviously, he needed to give his goblin time to speak.

“Mark,” she said in a kind tone, “Box mattered,”

…he gave up.

If he had just met her, and had been able to communicate with her from the get go, he would have taken that to mean that Katya was a deeply sociopathic person. A deeply hot and attractive sociopath, to be sure, but one he wouldn’t have been able to count on.

But the tears she shed over the stupid radio were real and the way she took to her self-imposed tasks spoke of care that, strangely, just didn’t touch the group that she had traveled with. Care that showed through in the way that she cared for Mark’s injuries.

“Rest,” she ordered a few days later, pointing at a blanket that she laid just off the shore of their stream.

“Yeah, how about no?” Mark flatly said, “I am not a cripple. I can at least carry the goddamned things.”

“Rest!” She growled at him and showed him her sharp teeth, actually managing to look fearsome.

They were washing about 4 days worth of dirty laundry which, given how little they had after they Gryphon, meant they were washing everything. Instead of letting him carry them, Katya had placed them all on a basket that she had apparently woven in secret. She carried them all the way to the stream atop her head and fought Mark viciously to keep him from getting them.

After she had seen his bruises only expand and get bluer in the days after the fight, she had taken a turn for the…motherly.

“Jesus Christ, fine!” Mark threw his hands in the air and put his naked ass on top of the blanket, “There, happy?”

“Yes!” goblins, apparently, didn’t know what rhetorical questions were.

Katya got to washing their clothes, sodding them with some of her homemade soap, and rubbing them together to get all of the oils and acids stains out of them. Like the first time they had done this, they were both completely naked and, when he wasn’t involved or had his hands busy, well, there wasn’t much for Mark to do BUT to watch Katya shake her naked ass.

Both of her ass cheeks were bigger than her head. Hell, they were bigger than Mark’s head. But they weren’t just balls of fat, no, there was real muscle there. Muscles that move fat around as…

As…

Huh, they were really jiggly, weren’t they?

“You want?” a sultry voice snapped him out of his professional observation and made him look up at a sly smile and smokey eyes.

“...yesss,” Mark couldn’t help but be truthful. Katya was up to her elbows in soap and had lines of cold water going down her sides.

Yet it was her thighs and ass that had Mark salivating.

“How you want, big man?” Katya soundered over to him, interrupting her work to put her feet around his head.

And look down at him.

“Sit on me,” Mark’s answer was immediate.

He needed a taste.

“Oh, like this?” Katya innocently asked as she squatted over him, spreading her legs wide so that her meaty thighs could more easily bear the burden of her body. Naked as she was, it allowed him to see her dark green pussy lips hiding a red slit that contrasted beautifully with the rest of her.

Her ass cheeks also spread, the muscles and tendons of her thighs pulling at her glutes, demanding further leverage. Her ass muscles responded and flexed, making her buns spread.

Letting Mark see her pucker anus.

He licked his lips.

Katya lowered her ass enough that her taint almost touched his nose and Mark waited for the weight of her sloppy wet cunt with bated breath.

But it didn’t come.

“But, hmm,maybe this not what you want?” Katya stopped at the last moment and put her hands on her thighs as she swayed her ass side to side literally in front of Mark’s eyes, “Maybe I wrong?”

Mark hooked his hands into the corner where her thighs met her stomach, and pulled his face into her crotch.

“Oooooh,” Katya moaned as Mark’s lips made contact with her vaginal flaps and treated them like the ones in her face. He sucked into the protective petals and ran his tongue along their edges, scooping up and sliding down her fantastic-tasting juices.

Despite being so small, Katya’s lower body was ridiculous, making everything disappear from Mark’s eyes as he grazed on her pussy. As they were now, Mark’s world was composed of her taint…and the insides of her ass cheek.

It was funny, honestly, how skin color varied even within the same body. Katya’s nipples were the color of her pussy, dark green. It so figured that they would be a darker shade of her normal skin shade. But the inside of her ass? It was a faded green, practically grey.

The skin in it looked soft, velvety. Sweat ran through it, giving it a sheen, but it looked like rich fabric.

Katya gasped as Mark proved that, indeed, it was precisely as soft as it looked.

“Wrong hole!” Katya moaned as ass cheeks that were bigger than his head parted for his face, his cheeks making friction inside of her booty valley, and his lips finding ample space to kiss.

And suck.

His tongue worked double time as he opened his mouth wide and tried to bring into his maw all the ass that he could. His goblin’s buns completely covered his head, almost closing behind it, as he pushed deeper and deeper into this unexplored territory, only stopping when his nose poked a knobby protuberance.

“Wrrrooong hooole!” Katya complained again as Mark nestled against what could only be her anus. His own cock was hard as he breathed his woman’s butt in, and pushed against her anal ring his lips.

And gave it a quick kiss.

“Maaark!” Katya shuttered as Mark laid kiss after kiss on her starfish, and almost lost her breath when he took his tongue out.

And pushed into it.

It tasted like meat.

Katya’s knees gave and she fell on Mark’s face, spreading her ass all over his head as he moaned against her ring. Using the leverage his tongue gave him, he moved her anus around, making the barrier stretch and indent as he tasted more and more of her flesh.

“Mark, Mark!” Katya groaned as she started clenching, experience telling Mark that he was only one more push away from making her orgasm.

So he brought her puckered asshole into his mouth with his tongue. And then, using his teeth, lightly bit on the rim of its upper edge.

“MARK!” Katya screamed as pussy juices shot into Mark’s neck and spread all over his upper chest. Her anus convulsed in his mouth and that, on its own, was enough for him to shoot a quick load into his own stomach.

The second he let go of her thighs, Katya got on her shaky legs and looked down at him with reprimand, “Wrong hole!”

“Did you hate it?” Mark couldn’t have suppressed the smug look on his face if he had tried.

“...no.” Katya could not win in the face of his lack of shame.

“Then what’s the problem?” he dared her to come up with something that he wouldn’t just dismiss.

Katya tried to frown at him but against his widening grin, she could harrumph and go back to washing the clothes.

All the while her pussy juices ran down her legs.

As much as she acted like she didn’t like it, or rather because of it, Mark now had one more way to have fun with her.

And he now had a way to bully her.

Aside from episodes like that, they didn’t have a whole lot of free time, truth be told, and were constantly working to make ends meet with what they had. Katya still disappeared every now and then to trap vermin. Though, on Mark’s insistence, she now told him about it before she did. He almost had a heart attack the first time she did it after the Gryphon incident and stopped himself short of screaming at her.

It was just as well; Katya was only successful once or twice. Fall was now here and a lot of animals were already in their nests, slumbering away the cold and the snow.

Which, in many ways, made Mark worry.

He still had questions for his goblin that he was desperate to find the right words for, to place the label that he was so hard-pressed to find. Survival was pleasant when he had such nice company, but he still wanted to square things.

He still wanted…it occurred to him, 5 days after he came down with his goblin what is it that he really wanted of her.

He had asked her “What are?” when, in his heart, he supposed he had been looking for a very particular answer.

As it was? Could he imagine Katya as anything less than his wife?

And that is how he knew that his time here in his would-be cabin was at an end.

He had to come back to town.

For her.

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Katya was living a dream, just about. Her man not only had a huge dick, he also not only was built like a bear, he not only fucked like sex was food and he was starving, he also, well, killed things from myth and legend.

Sky monsters were one of those common motifs in tales about the outside that every goblin heard growing up. The telling changed from cave to cave, tribe to tribe and mother to daughter, but they always represented the same: The ever present danger that could only ever be endured. Not overcome.

But Mark, her male, had actually killed one. Bested it, man to beast, grey copper long knife in hand, and hook thing on the other.

And he had done it to save her.

Katya would have fucked him after that even if it had killed her.

Of course, he was getting awfully uppity as of late. Like, him making out and kissing her pussy was already wrong enough, but now he was also eating her butt. And it was hard to stop him without also coming off as a massive hypocrite; why, oh, why, had that made her cum?

Stupid sexy bastard.

That aside? She thought she’d be getting more anxious about taking so long to get him back to her tribe. The outside was unbelievably dangerous, and the sky monster was enough proof of that. She should have been losing sleep, honestly. But the truth was that as nervous as open skies now made her, and as lonely as she got for the company of her friends and family, Mark was just not a hard person to live with.

Being here, with him, was…pleasant.

She had to put down her foot on a lot of things, of course. Stupid man sometimes didn’t realize how hurt he was, and how frightfully close he had come to dying. If she could have afforded it, if they had been back in her tribe, she would have made sure that he had been resting in bed for at least a week after he had rescued her.

As it was? All she could do was put their house in order. Being the female, she had to live up to her duties and make the best of a bad situation. If nothing else, a warm hole in the ground to come back to was the least of what could be expected of her. And she had gone as far as to learn to communicate in his toneless tongue! But then, she’d only been learning his weird gibberish long enough to keep him away from her ass.

And even that wasn’t working.

She had to find the words, she knew, to talk about the things that were important and to make him the offer, convince him, to join come with her to her tribe. The aftermath of the sky monster had been the PERFECT opportunity to talk about safer places and yet, here she was, lingering on because of the fucking tongue barrier.

And that, when their provisions were only getting smaller. And the weather was only getting colder.

The thing about negotiations is that you rarely got the chance to make a pitch twice. Once an offer was made, you could modify things, you could argue things, you could switch things, but the first pitch is what determined interest. And Katya? She wanted everything.

Not only to get him to join her tribe, but also…to get him to live in her home.

Marriage was a thing of ceremony and religious rites, but the practicality of it was that a male who lived in a female’s home was, essentially, already bound to her in all the ways that mattered. Marriage was many things, but it could honestly be narrowed down to that.

Living with Mark in his home had been a rather nice facsimile of it. But no matter how real shadows looked on the wall, their lack of substance made them vanish in the blink of an eye. And Katya? Katya wanted the real thing.

So she reviewed in her mind what she knew of his language and what she thought he knew of proper Cave Tonguing. About which one would be best to communicate in and, if so, which words would be the proper ones to sell him on her prospects.

She worried about how it would come out, and she dearly wished that she had more time.

Time that, as it turns out, she no longer had.

“Be I leaving,” he told her almost a week after they’d almost died.