An Impulse Purchase
Jax decides to visit a new brothel and finds something worth bringing home.
(All goblins are physically, sexually, and mentally mature. They're just small.)
"Right this way, good sir. I'm so excited that you've chosen our humble establishment for your- needs." Wringing greasy fingers, the weasel slicked back his hair, suffusing his voice with so much honey that Jax felt slightly ill listening to him. "We sell only the finest companions for men of your station."
"I'm quite capable of reading your signage. I trust this will be enough to pick anything I like?" Portioning out a small pile of gold coins, the amethyst-scaled dragon pushed them toward the weasel, noting the gleam in his beady eyes. Money was no object for the dragon, so he found it prudent to lay his cards on the table from the start. The promise of wealth was often more than enough to open any door he might wish to step through, and he earned more than his fair share through years of service as a knight.
"Oh, yes! For this, you can spend a week in our fine establishment. Please, allow me to give you the grand tour." Grinning from ear to ear, the proprietor called over one of his many assistants and whispered in a perked ear before stepping out from behind the counter to pad over to a nearby door. Sweeping through the door, he beckoned the dragon to follow.
"We're a relatively new business, so we cater to short-term enjoyment. Single-use, a few hours, usually nothing more than a night." Leading Jax to an open room filled with the musky scent of masculine debauchery, the weasel padded to a small form, taking hold of a pointed green ear and turning the kneeling figure toward the dragon. The tug of the green appendage showed off a nude four-foot tall man with glazed eyes and a mouth dripping with lewd fluids as though his maw was violated by a small battalion of soldiers moments before.
"As you know, these little beauties have been hunted to extinction in the wild. Fledgling adventurers decimated their population in search of easy prey, and their peculiar breeding habits made them the enemy of civilized society. One well-respected noble's daughter goes for a stroll and returns laden with unwanted hybrids, and suddenly they're worth their weight in gold."
Clearing his throat, the weasel continued his spiel. "Here at Green Desires, we realized the potential for goblins to give back to our society. Females are rare enough to keep them away from the public, but males grow fast, and with selective breeding, we've removed all but the barest hint of aggression from their demeanor." Scooting the pitiful creature closer, the weasel stuffed his thumb past peculiarly glazed lips.
Stimulated by the weasel's fingers, the creature sucked dutifully, lapping at every inch of fur and leaving a thin, glistening coat of saliva. With quiet desperation oozing from glazed eyes and shaking body, the goblin pleased an imaginary cock with slurping tongue and lips, shuddering with an unfiltered need that would put most whores to shame. His legs spread to show off a pitifully small cock between boyish thighs, pulsing and bouncing with every suck as though screaming wordlessly for stimulation.
"This little one is an adult, despite his size and language skills. Every little whore in this place grew up fast, but we consulted with monster biologists to confirm that we weren't breaking any age-related rules. They receive a short education in what men want, then they're magically altered for cleanliness and brought here for your enjoyment. This little fellow is a professional sucker. Spends hours between legs swallowing every drop without complaint."
Contemplating the sticky creature with disdain, Jax shook his head. "Do you have any less broken stock? I don't simply want a mouth to thrust into before tossing it away. I wish for something more tangible." Any other day, he would sit down and sample the creature's talents, but he'd grown restless. He wanted to be DESIRED, not simply pleasured. Was it so much to ask to see a desire for Jax in his partner's eyes rather than greed or duty?
"There is one fresh whore. He's slightly older than the rest since he stopped growing before they did and quite timid from sibling bullying, but he's never known the touch of a man." Leading Jax past several rooms, most of them occupied by intently working goblins speared on various male appendages, the weasel opened the final door at the end of the hall.
Dimly lit and covered with straw, the room smelled like a clean stable, with a hint of something sweet. The sound of feet pattering through the room drew Jax's attention to a nude, light greyish green goblin in the corner, his three-foot-tall frame curling into the fetal position and shaking at the introduction of new faces. His body was petite compared to the last goblin, but he was proportional, reminding Jax of a greenhorn squire without muscle tone or scars to mar a boyish beauty.
"I'll take this one. You may leave." Jax pondered the supple curve of the goblin's rear and the curious eyes staring back at him through the gaps in thin limbs. Clawed fingers fished another coin from his purse and flicked it to the greedy weasel, his gaze fixated on the alluring creature before him. Lascivious thoughts rushed through his head, imagining the monster's charms laid bare before him.
"Excellent choice, sir. I'll be sure to station an employee outside the door if you require assistance." Bowing gleefully, the weasel swept from the room, pausing at the doorway. "Oh, I forgot to mention. This little one has already received his alterations. The only sustenance he requires is male essence, and you'll find his rear is cleaner than the royal crown. Enjoy him in any way you deem necessary."
With the click of the door, Jax lowered his regal facade, slipping his ceremonial garb from his shoulders and letting the airier, more breathable leathers beneath free. Sitting next to the peeking goblin, he smirked, appreciating the dainty monster's soft skin and unique coloration from afar before giving into the temptation to touch his purchase. Scaled fingers reached out to caress the shuddering creature, manipulating his small frame until it uncurled, revealing a surprisingly plump masculine appendage that would look more at home on demihuman than such a tiny creature. Like a dog showing submission, the goblin looked up at him, then away, baring his most sensitive parts.
"Well, aren't you an interesting fellow?" The dragon mused to himself as his fingertips meandered over a flat chest and stomach to meet the goblin's manhood. Much like the dragon's own, its head peeked through a soft foreskin, barely revealing itself to the world until his fingers wrapped around it, peeling back the protective hood and exposing a glistening emerald head. "Quite the little stud."
The unnamed goblin warily watched Jax's fingers, but a soft squeak left his lips at the first touch of his cock, and unsure eyes flicked from his hardening dick to Jax's face, an emerald blush coloring his cheeks. A pearl of arousal dripped from his tip once exploring fingers brought him to erection, and his legs spread, showing his desire for more with the firm press of his shaft into Jax's strokes.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Knowing full well that the goblin couldn't understand him, Jax tried to keep his voice calm despite the bulge in his small clothes. Circling fingers stroked along the pale shaft, spreading slickness over its length and seeking the spots that made the goblin squirm, while his spare hand roamed over silken skin, teasing the hairless expanse below plump orbs until the heat of a pucker clenched against his scales. Gentle palpations teased the tight entrance, but he never pushed in, focusing instead on pleasuring the goblin with slow circling teases.
Wordless, breathy noises were the dragon's only answer, growing more desperate and wanton by the moment. All shyness disappeared in favor of clinging the Jax's bicep with petite fingers and thrusting against his increasingly swift strokes. With a mewl that would have sounded more at home from a young kitten, the goblin tensed, shooting paltry strings of approval to mar the soft perfection of his stomach, his hairless balls drawing up and his pucker clenching wildly.
Leathers shed from scaled skin, revealing Jax's battle-hardened body and the eager drip of his manhood. Swiping his fingers through the pool of goblin cum, he brought the glazed digit to the panting creature's parted lips, testing the softness of his lips and seeking his tongue, stroking the pad of his fingertip over the slippery muscle. Again and again, he gathered goblin cream on his digit, feeding the panting creature each string until the only remains were drying slickness on pale skin.
Eager to please, the goblin suckled Jax's finger, his body arching instinctively as the digit teased the back of his throat. Protesting and squirming to try to recapture his slippery toy when Jax removed his finger, the once-shy creature set his sights lower, his eyes focusing on the slow drip of draconic pre. It seemed, despite his inexperience, that he recognized a food source or at least wanted to return the pleasure he received.
Kneeling over the goblin's curiously sniffing face, Jax brought his dripping manhood to bear, shuddering at the delicious difference in their size. Slow strokes peeled back his foreskin, placing his drooling slit below the goblin's pointed nose and smearing arousal over parted lips. "Are you hungry, little guy? Such a skinny little thing must be starving for milk." The perverse idea of a creature nursing from his cock kept the dragon's desire to pin the goblin down in check, and he kept his body perfectly still, watching the curious male's exploration.
As if torn between his instincts and natural skittishness, the goblin backed away from the shaft at first, but a small tendril of drool dripped from the corner of his mouth at the first taste of virile secretions, and dainty shaking paws took hold of Jax's shaft. Leaning in, he scooped his tongue through the translucent gift, his eyes closing as his throat accepted the mouthful. With no regard for the dragon's powerful musk and the masculine stench of his sweat, the goblin opened his lips, coaxing the tip between sweet lips and pulling each drool of masculinity with gentle suction.
Unable to resist the sweet siren's call of goblin lips, Jax took hold of either side of his face and fed what few inches he could into the squirming monster's maw, stopping when he felt the warning gurgle of a gag. Light thrusts tested the barrier, but he couldn't make any headway without causing the poor monster distress, so he settled for shallow movements, kissing his dripping slit against the back of the goblin's throat with gentle insistence.
Rather than the resistance that Jax expected from such a small partner, the goblin seemed to relax further with every thrust, cradling the dragon's cock like a lover and hungrily slurping everything he had to give. Small and slippery, his tongue maneuvered around the underside of Jax's cock, trying desperately to please him despite his overwhelmed throat and stretched lips. Light grey eyes fluttered open, filled with wordless pleading that twisted Jax's stomach into knots, begging for a meal.
Unable to disappoint his little monster, Jaw hurried his thrusts, working sloppy noises from the goblin's maw and shuddering as thin lines of drool dribbled down his shaft to drip from his balls. Coiling muscles in his stomach heralded his orgasm, and with a deep, satisfied groan, he lost the desire to hold back, ramming those precious few inches of sheathed cock against the goblin's throat; unleashing a flood of draconic cream.
Dutiful gulps interlaced with soft gags that bubbled Jax's cum from the goblin's nose, filling the quiet air with a whorish symphony. Shaking hands reached out past the expanse of his shaft to squeeze churning balls, hefting them in soft fingers. Like a kitten massaging milk from its mother's teat, he kneaded Jax's sac, drawing stomach bulging pressure down his eager throat as his stomach grew with the slimy gift.
Scaled haunches gave out, bringing Jax's muscled rear to rest on the splayed goblin and popping his softening cock from whimpering lips to paint its last few dribbles across the goblin's smooth chest and hardened nubs. Virile, sweat-drenched balls contrasted with the press of an overburdened goblin stomach, smearing the panting creature with the dragon's scent. His paws cradled the messy creature's face, massaging silken cheeks and spreading leftover cream. "My, aren't you a good little cocksleeve?" He cooed, smiling down at the creature's serene expression.
Moments passed, showering the budding cockslut in affection, and before long, the dragon felt a desire to possess the goblin rise in his chest. Drawing the freshly fucked monster into his lap and dusting stray damp straw from his silken skin, Jax trailed his claws over the little slut's bulging belly. "You've been such a good little one for me. What would you say to coming home with me and learning to serve me properly?"
Curious eyes stared up at Jax's mouth without understanding, but the goblin's body language said enough. With a yawn, he draped himself over Jax's body, wrapping his arms around the dragon's neck and snuggling into him with a contented sigh. Scrawny legs dangled below him, trying to wrap around the dragon's barrel chest but failing.
Standing with a paw cradling the tired goblin's rump, Jax padded to the door, pausing to gather his clothing and stuff his satisfied cock back into his small clothes. Hardening his features, he set golden eyes on the skittish lizard outside. "You, boy. Fetch the proprietor. I have further business to discuss."
Tapping his foot as he waited for the lizard to scamper and find his master, Jax explored his purchase's supple body, lowering his fingers along his shivering back to tease the space between pert cheeks. Surprisingly, his finger slipped into the exhausted creature's rear without resistance, slickened by an unknown, sweetly scented wetness. Like feminine petals, the pretty pucker relaxed with every slow delving thrust, dripping thin strings of arousal.
Before Jax could free himself and test the goblin's capacity with his reawakening cock, the weasel reappeared, smoothing his clothing and stinking like old cum, no doubt fresh from sampling his wares. "Yes, sir? You need something further from our humble establishment?"
"How much?" Grabbing his coin purse, Jax crooked his head to the napping goblin dangling from his arm. At the weasel's blank stare, he grew impatient, repeating himself and shaking the bag of coins to catch his attention. "How much for this little one? I wish to bring him home and train him as my consort."
"We have not prepared for sales. Our business is renting-" Trailing off with a gulp, the weasel's beady eyes fixated on the swing of the pouch, paws wringing themselves as gears turned behind shrewd eyes. "Double. Double the amount you provided on arrival, and you can own the wretch." Snatching the offered coin pouch and rifling through its contents with a gleeful grin, the weasel looked as if he'd jump for joy at the prospect of the sale. "I'll throw in a slave collar and a brand of your chosen name."
"Cloud. His name is Cloud." Jax slid two more fingers into dripping depths, possessively stroking the goblin's stomach bulge with all the affection of a master and their pet. As he followed the weasel to complete their transaction, he smirked, adjusting the growing spire in his pants with a shake of his leg. An impulse purchase, to be sure, but one he was sure he wouldn't regret for years.