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Leckle lets out a curious grunt, not quite sure what the faun meant. But, with strength that betrays his boyish frame, he flips the goblin onto her hands and knees, his whole form looming over her. His hands caress her frame up over her shapely hips, up along her belly, and then up along her bountiful breasts. He squeezes and hisses, his bare chest against her bare back as he whispers, "This is lovely, oh so lovely. Now, spread your legs for me."

It's not a suggestion, and Leckle takes it like a command. She spreads her legs for him, and immediately, she feels the penetration of his fey shaft through her goblin folds. She shudders as he expertly slides into her. He's done this plenty of times before on women her size, no doubt, and the grunts that come to her ears tell her that he still enjoys it, no matter how many times he's done it before.

Fingers and phallus work their magic on her, and he lowers his head, juxtaposing the domination with a lovely kiss upon her cheek. He moves one hand from a breast and nudges her cheek over, so they can look at each other. When their eyes meet, he smiles, even as she looks with an open-mouthed dreaminess, gasping with each slapping thrust, bouncing her body under the force and weight of his fucking.

He kisses her cheek with a loud smack, then follows that up by licking the corner of her lip. She closes her eyes and tilts her head further to lock lips with him.

As they fuck, their tongues battle it out, lapping and licking and sucking and smacking. The sounds from their mouths battle with the sounds from their lower bodies as they slap together. Leckle heats up with each thrust as it travels deeper and deeper into her cavern, stretching her walls, bulging her body.

Soon, Vence pulls his lips from hers, and a trail of spit bridges between the two. Her tongue slides out with his mouth and drapes down over her chin as the pleasure tingles up her body, overwhelming her. She tilts her headand rolls her eyes back. She arches her spine under him as he holds tightly to her, his own mouth now gritting with a hiss slipping through as he groans out. "Soooon! Sooon!"

Vence himself rocks back as his hips hilt into her, his whole body shaking as he finally releases, shooting out glob after glob of hot and sticky cum into her goblin snatch. Leckle's legs give way and she falls upon the mattress, pulling herself off from his cock with a loud "pop."

Hardly keeping himself up, the Faun looks down on her prone form and at the dripping, oozing dick between his legs. The sylvan creature himself crawls downwardt away from her and lays by her legs, spreading her cheeks.

Wearily, she glances over her shoulder to him, blinking herself back to focus.

"Simply amazing," Vence says, seeing the white creamy filling covering her snatch to the brim. "You're simply saturated, my dear. Look." He grabs her by the legs and flips her over again, but lifts her legs up, spreading them apart.

Laying on her shoulders, she watches as his cum spills down from her sex to her stomach, making itself icing as it oozes from her own body.

Vence snickers as he rubs his hands up and down her leg, leaning in with his chin just above her womanhood. "Oh, yes, my dear. You'll make a brilliant mother, indeed. Please, do come visit me again, when you have the need...

And with that, Leckle disappears once more into the darkness of exhaustion.

The goblin stirs and wakes up, the chill of the night making her naked form shiver. She catches herself in one of the thorns and hisses, pulling back as she adjusts to the night sky. She's back in the forest, just as it always was. No Vence, no monsters, but most importantly, no gang.

The goblin stumbles up to her feet, crawling out of the thicket as she tries to get her direction. Where is she? What will she do now?"

Voices yip from the darkness, and she hides behind a tree. There, down the path, are three kobolds traveling through the darkness of the night. The goblin's eyes widen as she sees them, her heart beating in fear and in confusion at the sight. But, just as they get so close that they could see her, the goblin is yanked back, away from them and up against the warm body of the faun who had loved her. "There, there... perhaps this story is a bit too much for you. Let us just ride this war out together, shall we?" He steps away from her and holds out his hand, his smile welcoming, yet predatory.

The goblin feels the fluttering in her stomach once more, but she smiles and she clasps his hand. So, the two walk off back into the fairy's home, and from there, her great visit repeats itself, a happy distraction from the harsh realities all throughout. And, as he rams her once more, holding her up against his naked body as their lips lock in another passionate, raw, kiss, all thoughts of what she lost flutter away. Leckle knows one thing now--she can never quit this feeling. She can never quit her Vence.