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Goblin Greed & Goblin Need

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by bnbuehler

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Jamari woke with a start, fighting against something he could not see. Where was he? What was happening? His breath caught in his throat but, no, that wasn't right. There was something tight around his throat, pinning him to something firm and rigid – a pole? Rough ropes twisted across his chest as he struggled, though there were voices rising around him, approaching, flickering light dancing through what had to be a blindfold tugged tight over his eyes.

Voices edged nearer though he shuffled away from them, a curse in his mouth, tongue tangled even as he tried to let it fly forth. He didn't know where he was. The last thing Jamari remembered was being in his camp and then... Nothing. Nothing at all. Did darkness count as nothing? Heart hammering, he twisted and mouthed another curse, though the sounds of the night were not from those who were also of the human persuasion.

How had he gotten there? There had to be some reason! He finally managed to spit out some manner of curse under his breath and twisted but a hand grabbed his chin roughly, forcing his head up as the blindfold was yanked off. He blinked rapidly, though it still took him a while to come to his senses, spots floating before his eyes as the dancing light of a nearby lantern showed him the scope of a tent with a pole in the centre to support the roof – the same pole that he was tied to before a frowning goblin.

He was tall, for a goblin, and Jamari screwed up his face as the rancid beast approached him, leaning in close, barefooted with gnarled toenails arching out like the claws of a creature from the depths of the woods. He tried not to breathe but that in itself was impossible as the goblin wrenched his head back and forth, seeming to survey him, his skin wrinkled and old-looking even though the vitality of his body and the muscle of his bare chest suggested that he was a similar age to Jamari, perhaps in his twenties. It was funny how other creatures had different ways of ageing about them but his off-brown, somewhat green-looking, skin did not do him any favours as the reek of him filled the tent, hardly helping Jamari back from the edge of gagging at all and losing what little bile was surely left in his stomach at that point.

Thrusting him away, the goblin scorned him, spitting a glob of saliva (he dared not think what else could be encased in that slippery globule) to the bare dirt floor to his side. Without thinking, Jamari flinched, the blindfold under his chin like the strap of a helm, his face glistening with dirt and sweat, layered on him in such a way that it itched furtively. Grimy and filthy, he was not himself, though he'd never been one to consider his physical appearance all that much, brown hair most often a tousled mess on his travels.

But the goblin didn't care about that either.

“Quit your yapping!"

Jamari scowled, words flying from his lips without thinking.

“I wasn't talking! What the hell do you want with me? I'm not rich or anything... I haven't done anything to you!"

As if that was going to stop the goblin but a sharp slap to Jamari's face that had his face snapping to the side and his ears ringing did the trick in that regard. He had not been expecting it – who would have? Maybe it had been the wrong thing to say but it was hardly as if he was directly to blame for any ills that the goblin had faced, yet there was no way to deny the coursing pain lining his jaw, creasing his skin as if it had been a punch rather than a slap. Jamari did not know which would have been more humiliating as he blinked, striving to come back to some sense of himself in the dingy, lonesome tent far away from anyone who may have been able to help him.

Rocking back on his heels, the goblin shook his head, smacking his lips over and over again. Jamari could not tell what that was supposed to mean and something in the churning, writhing pit of his stomach told him too that he did not want to know.

“Shut it," the goblin growled, though his physical altercation had more impact than his words, gravelly and raspy. “Your kind always thinks you're better than us, don't you? All mister high and mighty, look at ol' me, the big human..."

Jamari made a face, working his jaw, though he could already feel his face swelling, a dull, throbbing heat that pulsed up along the side of his face. He'd never even seen any goblins up close before so he didn't know where in the kingdom words like that were coming from but the strange goblin seemed to have something to say, making a face back at him and spitting, this time the glob of saliva trickling down the man's face. Muttering under his breath, though the words were unintelligible even to his ears, Jamari rubbed it off the best he could on his shoulder, the stench of filth and sweat and grime seeming to rise tenfold as the goblin stood before him, legs braced, scrawny and yet still, somehow, managing to shift with muscle beneath the cheap, rough cloth.

“What..." He shook his head but that only made the ringing in his ears worse, tinny and deafening. “Fuck..."

He wasn't usually one to swear but, sometimes, the situation called for a coarser tongue. What the hell did they want with him, a travelling merchant? He wasn't worth anything but his wares were – and just where were those? Jamari could have asked but, for once, he held his tongue, chest rising and falling sharply as he panted, adrenaline coursing through him and sharpening his senses, putting him on the edge of motion while he had nowhere to run. In that moment, there could not have been a more difficult conundrum for the human body to face.

“Iesb?"

Another goblin stepped into the tent, followed by another and another, leading them to be three in total. Although there were different nuances in their skin-tones, one more blue-grey than the others, which was at least a small, notable thing that Jamari's frantic mind clung onto, they could have all been the same to him, looming and hunkering at the same time, beasts that did not have the intelligence of human beings. Well, that was debatable. They could have had the intelligence of human beings, with some goblins even living in towns and cities amongst humans, but most of them were but feral imbeciles, scorning modern life and the trappings of time that could have pushed their kind so much further forward, progressing with the times. That was their choice, however, and he was hardly going to change his opinion about something that he could see so very plainly and blatantly before his eyes.

“He's a good 'un, isn't he?"

One chortled and groped his face, squeezing his cheeks even as Jamari grunted and wrenched his head away.

“Ohhhh!" The goblin practically squealed, arms flailing. “He's feisty! He don' wan' to be touched now, do he?"

Jamari turned away, lips pressed tightly together, mind racing. Yet for all the questions racing through his head, he could come up with not a single answer that made any sense at all to him. That only seemed to rile them up all the more, clustering in around him as Iseb shook his head, ears drooping as the tips pointed down, though the late hour showed in him too, how he held himself, the lines of his body sagging. They would sleep soon... Jamari's heart flickered with a flourish of hope. Would that be his chance to escape?

“He thinks he can talk now," the first goblin, the one who seemed to go by the name of Iseb, from how the others had addressed him, said in a grunt that was barely intelligible. “Thick meat. Be glad to be rid of him. No fun in taking a man for ransom when they talk back at you like that."

Jamari tried not to listen too intently – they would know, he was sure of it – but it was difficult not to, his ears figuratively pricked and swivelling to catch what they were saying as if he was a beast himself. Ransom? What did they think they were even going to ransom him off as? His heart pounded and he clenched his jaw, a muscle jumping at the corner of his mouth, aching through into the throbbing pound of his skull. Damn them... To hell and back again, damn them! There wasn't anyone who was going to pay a ransom for him, the fools!

“Is the prisoner awake now, is he?" He chuckled, surveying Jamari with greedy, piggy little eyes, though his rhetorical question (if he even knew what he was saying) was not one that really had ever needed to be asked, considering the state of things. “He'll fetch a nice price, a real nice price, oh yes... Nice little piece of man-flesh like him..."

Jamari stiffened and they noticed in an instant, laughs bouncing off one another, guffawing and slapping their thighs. Even the goblin that Jamari had awoken in the tent with cracked a smile, though it was no secret even to Jamari that he was the gruffest and most forlorn of the lot of them. Like humans, some goblins simply wore their emotions plastered all over their faces.

An answer may have leapt, ill-advised, to his lips at that moment but it was just as well that an interruption was on its way, a body outside crashing through other tents and shrubbery (just how far was he away from his campsite where he had set up much earlier that evening?) as if they were trying to be heard. Bracing himself for more, still striving to think with a ringing head where his escape may lie, Jamari flinched in preparation for who was to come, expecting something unlike anything else as a large body forced its way into the tent, peaked by a probing nose that simply seemed to be questing out its own brand of mischief.

“Helllooo, boys!"

His jaw dropped when, really, it should not have. It should never have fallen for a goblin with that tone in her voice, so sultry and mocking at the same time, someone who was in a position of power over him right there at that very moment in time. The lantern hissed as a spot of wax dropped into the melted pool, though the male goblins were too busy scowling and muttering at the female that had entered to even pay it the bare modicum of attention, sputtering and hissing. He twisted to see but there was no way for him to crane his head around, something more pulling at him even then. What that was, however, not even Jamari could have said.

Out of Jamari's line of sight, Khassai posed in the entrance as the flap of the tent fell down behind her, voluptuous and curvaceous and the sort of woman, even if she was a goblin, who could well and truly dominate a room. She was large, although that was not the reason that all eyes were drawn to her, thick and almost juicy in how she held herself, fat pushing at her clothes. She had not styled them or even chosen them with human fashion in mind but everything fit her perfectly in the sense that she looked like she was popping out of them – but the man eyeing her up wanted to see everything that threatened to spill forth.

The goblins muttered and she tried sashaying up to one of them, arms lifting as if to slink around his neck. Her buttocks were large and round and jiggled with every step she took, still with a fair amount of muscle beneath them. Although Jamari was tall, she was quite tall for a goblin at about five foot eleven, her ears tickling the top of the tent with the other goblins, clustered in close and elbowing her away crudely, were a little shorter still. Of course, Jamari would have towered over all of them if he'd been standing, for the difference in sizes between goblins and humans could not be denied even to those that were living together.

And her bust was the main event, something that Jamari would come to admire in time as her murmuring tone, husky and raspy, lured him in, making his heart pound all the harder for something he did not understand. There were treats to behold, even if not yet, but a man could be a man regardless of what his eyes told him was there. The attire on her top half was more of a lady's brassiere, although there was nothing ladylike about the heavy spill of breast-flesh over the top of it, clutching her body as if it was trying to sink its claws into her. To say that she was busty would have been an understatement as she tried to cosy up to each of the goblins in turn, walking her fingers up one's arm as he flinched and pulled away, a truly disgusted look already contorting his face.

“Khassai!"

They scowled as one, expressions all the same, though the female goblin only smiled and stepped back, spreading her hands out wide as her tits jiggled and bounced.

“What is it, lads?" She crooned, just the set of her body as she stood there seeming enough to be able to show it off to her best advantage. “Don't you want a piece of this? And I thought I was being too tasty a delight to please all of you here at once!"

She smirked and grinned, a flash of teeth that were surprisingly straight showing between her soft, green lips. Her skin had a richer hue to it too than that of the others and Jamari caught himself leaning forward, straining inadvertently at the ropes for the wrong reason, listening intently. Iseb caught him with a swift kick in his side and he slumped back instantly, doubling over with a barely restrained groan of pain.

“Git back there... Pond scum here trying to escape, are you?"

“What's that, a new one?" Khassai's eyes drifted to Jamari, though he could not see how her gaze lingered. “Oh, it's no matter... Boys, you can't leave a girl hanging, you know. You've been holding out on me this whole time, you know!"

They grumbled and shifted uncomfortably, shaking their heads, muttering amongst themselves, although Khassai hardly seemed fazed by that at all, brushing her medium-length hair, a dyed purple, back behind her shoulders.

“No?" She murmured, sidling up to Iseb. “Nothing to say to me? You need some fun too, handsome, and I know a tongue like yours can really please a goblin-ess, hm? You ever put that to good use, oh raider-in-charge?"

Iseb grunted and pushed her away, even though she was larger than him, more dominating than him, skin glistening with sweat.

“We don't want none of that," he growled, the sound warbling up from the back of his throat as if it was forcing its way out through spittle. “No one wants to see your face around here, Khassai; we'll go to the brothels if we want to get our dicks wet."

“You think we'd spend time with you?"

“Your ugly face?"

“What, are you even wet between the legs?"

“Can you get between her legs?"

They chortled and mocked her, though there was an uncomfortable edge to it all at hand as Jamari listened on, Khassai rolling her eyes and stepping back, though she could not, seemingly, resist hefting up her heavy bosom and swaying them, letting the swing of her wide hips at the same time more than do the talking for her.

“Oh..." She brushed them off with a roll of her eyes, even though that, by no means, sated her lust. “You are jealous of my good looks with a nose like that, that's the only reason you lot all don't want to lie with me. You mock and you think you're smart, brave, big goblins, but you just don't have the cock to please someone like me..."

The males grunted and looked between one another, clearly wondering just who had the big nose or whatever, but Khassai's eyes had already wandered, attention fixing on the one with his back to her. Her lips quirked in a wicked smile. He hadn't turned her down yet.

“What about him then?" She smirked. “Sure he's up for some fun if you lot can't see a good thing when you got it..."

Iseb stepped between them too swiftly as Jamari tried to see, blocking his view of her at the last moment, Jamari's heart doing things that it really shouldn't have. Against himself, Jamari groaned – quietly though.

“No!" Iseb said too forcibly than the situation called for. “He's ours, our prisoner. If no one comes for him, we'll kill him, you know our ways. It's time you stepped in line with them, whore."

Khassai's lips pressed together and, for a moment, the goblin was cowed, giving way to those that were in charge, though Jamari could not tell whether she was put out by what they'd called her or not. Judging by the way that she'd been acting, from what he'd heard, it could have been something that she'd see as a badge of honour.

“Have it your way then, stud."

Iseb, if he'd had more humour or emotion in his body, would have rolled his eyes. Gesturing to Jamari, he instead grunted thickly, shuffling out with his hands swinging, eyes furtive as if there was something more that he was hiding. Maybe he simply couldn't stand to be around Khassai for a moment longer.

“Yeah, yeah... Keep an eye on him. Done my shift now, he's your problem. And don't let him escape!"

The tone of Iseb's voice implied that that was something that had happened before, although a huff from Khassai did not answer the unspoken question. That said, the goblins were eager to get away, ferrying themselves out like sheep, one after the other, even as she groaned and crossed her arms over her chest. Well, she tried to. It was rather more folding her arms over the front of her breasts, hardly able to comfortably tuck her hands under her arms in the act of crossing them, so large were her breasts that both got in the way and drew the eye.

“Well then, you," she said, addressing Jamari as she was left alone, his back to her, head lifted and rigid in concern for his position. “Looks like you're stuck with me." She smirked, running her tongue over her lower lip. “Lucky you..."

Jamari could not have said whether he was lucky or not but his heart pounded ferociously, driving up against his ribcage, and he could not have said why. She was a goblin, just a goblin, and, still, some part of him wanted to know more. It could not be said either that Khassai appeared to have any ill intentions towards him. With the way that goblins were, he was sure that she would have already have made them known if that was so, like Iseb had.

“You could say I'm lucky," he said, softening his tone as much as he could. “They didn't seem very nice to you though."

She chuckled.

“No... No. They're all a coarse sort, the lad-goblins that no one wants to get with. But I'll find me some fun before the night's out, I got no worry of that."

She slipped into a more comfortable tongue for her with just the two of them there and his fingers itched, though not to untie the knots of his bondage. If she was unhappy with the other goblins, as was very much evident, did that mean that he would be able to get her to set him free?

Jamari swallowed. Anything was worth a shot.

“Can I see your face? I don't like talking to the side of the tent."

Khassai chuckled, looking him over, the pause dragging out between them.

“Sure there, honey... You ain't so bad looking. Maybe you can have a treat for the eyes then, before your ransom is paid and you hightail it out of here, hm?"

There was no sense of nervousness as she paced before him, light on her feet even though she was large and solid, moving fluidly. Her body did not hinder her and Khassai posed for him, arching her back so that her breasts pushed out, though she could have danced and done a jig for him and he would still have been slack-jawed.

Hopelessly, Jamari stared and stared, his lower jaw well and truly slack in such a way that he could not hide it. How had he known that such a voice held such allure, a body that had his heart pounding? He had known – oh, he had known! – and she'd drawn him in, even then, with her husky tones, curling a finger in his direction as if she was asking him to come hither, to join her on the other side of the, admittedly small, tent. He worked his jaw, trying to swallow, but found that his mouth was too dry to do so, blushing heavily even though looking away was simply not within the realm of possibility at that time.

And Khassai was not a goblin that pretended to be anything special, not at all. She was a goblin with needs and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, enjoying the attention – attention that didn't seem to come her way those days as often as it used to. His gaze lingered and roamed, taking in every last nuance of her body, the round of her arse proving a particular draw, and she shivered in pleasure, need stirring in the pit of her stomach.

“Do you like what you see?"

She licked her lips, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye, her body against his, dropping so that he was treated to her full front teasing down against him. Bound as he was, sitting on the floor, he could only grunt thickly in the back of his throat and nod, knowing too that there was no use in denying it. Some part of his mind told him that he was only going along with it so that he might have some chance of escaping but that would have to be an excuse that he told himself while his heart and lust sang a different song altogether.

Sometimes the wrong situations brought the right people together. Heart in his mouth, he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, though it did nothing to push his mind back to a sense of rationality. It was wrong, what he wanted to do, but simply turning his head could be counted as an accident, something that “just sort of happened", rubbing his face into her breasts, right there before him. She murmured to him, tipping his chin up by pushing the flesh of her breasts under it, a glint in her eye, her face drawing him in with the soft lust back there, though he could not have possibly have fathomed why.

She was beautiful. A creature of lust and passion, his bondage holding him fast as she crooned to him, teasing her tits up against him, nipples poking up through the fabric, which, truly, was not doing a very good job of containing her tits.

“I asked you a question," she purred, batting her eyelashes at him. “Or are you too busy staring?"

Jamari groaned and nodded, though that was answer enough for her, a lusty shudder running through her body. Khassai chuckled softly in the back of her throat and toying with him, sliding a finger down his chest, though the ropes were going to get in the way. Those were a shame... A very big shame, in fact.

“If you like what you see, why don't you do something about it?"

He gulped, though buying himself time didn't help very much.

“I would..." Jamari shook his head, pushing for the obvious thing that he could say, yet it was still going to come from his lips for all the wrong reasons. “I'll do anything you want...if only you let me go."

Ah, it was so much of a stretch considering that they had only met a few minutes ago, seen her face to face even less time than that ago, but the words were the right ones to leap to his lips. She knew the score, or maybe Khassai knew more than him, murmuring something in the goblin tongue, harsher and coarser and something that set his heart pounding. Her breasts were so close that he would have said absolutely anything to get closer to them, the voluptuous goblin sultry and seductive and everything he could ever have wanted.

A knife sliced through the ropes, letting them fall away from her body, the goblin stepping back as she tucked it away, her lips stretched wide in a grin.

“I want," she whispered, letting him take her in for the last moment before the tension, trapped in the close confines of the tent came to a head. “I want...you to take me."

His agreement was to scramble up – and to promptly fall against her, his legs numb from being down on the ground for so long. Khassai was genial, however, and caught him in her arms, though that was something that only served the man to his advantage, groaning as his lips pressed to the bare flesh of her tits that was pushed up over her top. It should have been embarrassing but something deep inside him could only twist in excitement as he even, too boldly for him, pushed his face between them, moaning and murmuring, teasing what he could of her flesh with his lips and tongue.

She trembled, eyes wide. How long it had been since she'd had a partner that eager was, well.... Perhaps that was not quite something worth considering at a time like that! But Jamari wanted her and groaned against her, hips working, his cock making a hard, wanton bulge in the front of his trousers, simple cloth but cut finely with a tailor's hand. After all, a merchant had to look his best even when he was travelling, showing off his wealth and wares, even though Jamari found himself somewhat grateful in hindsight that he had not showed off all that he had too much in his younger days. If he had not come to such a time as to meet Khassai, well... There was really no telling what could or would have happened to him.

“Mmm, you're keen," she rasped, drawing out her words as her hands smoothed down his back, no longer needing to steady him. “I like that... You like me, little man?"

Jamari smirked, lifting his head only briefly, arms around her waist to draw himself in closer to her. Truth be told, he was still finding his feet again but she was hardly going to complain about that.

“Oh... Maybe," he said, hedging his bets as he teased her, though his desire should well enough have been obvious. “Maybe I just want to see what's under your clothes... There's only one way for you to find out."

Khassai grinned and shook her head and then her mouth was on his, drawing him down to her level as he was, indeed, still taller than her. Humans at that time were a stronger sort than they had been in years gone by and he was taller still than most men, which had likely contributed to his ever so slightly lanky figure. But he was lightly toned from his work, something that Khassai was soon to discover as she dragged at his belt, getting his trousers down and exposing his undergarments. They were light, simple cloth too and those met a similar fate as she eagerly eyed up what he was packing, the sloppy, wet kiss breaking in a teasingly erotic flick of saliva that connected them, only briefly, as they parted.

“Nice rod..." She said, praising him as her hand curled around it, holding his shaft firmly as if she was the sort of goblin that knew just what to do with it. “But have you seen what this lady has for you too?"

She put on a more elegant air than Jamari could have expected as she sashayed back, a swing in her wide hips that his eyes could not help follow. But the show was only just beginning as she squeezed herself out of her top and her trousers, though neither seemed to leave very much to the imagination. He could not tell whether she had not been wearing any undergarments on her bottom half or whether she had just pulled them down at the same time but the heaving swathe of her breasts demanded his attention in such a way that it would simply have been impossible to look away.

Wiggling for him, she grinned and blew him a kiss, fussing with her hair as if to, all of a sudden, put on a prissy air, hefting and jiggling her breasts for him ostentatiously.

“Like what you see? Oh, wait – of course, you did! You can see what those goblins can't, my real beauty shining through here, honey..."

Jamari's jaw dropped and it was all he could do to kick off his boots and clothes from his lower half before they tangled around his ankles, cock hard and throbbing. His shirt did not need to be removed for it was not his chest that was to be on display, though her seductive purr only drew him in more and more, taking her tits in his hands.

Of course, it did not need to be said that they were more than a handful each and he squeezed his fingertips into them lightly, moaning and leaning lustfully into her all the while as if he could not bear to apart. It was stupid and it was risky and it was all very much something that Jamari should not have been doing but kissing and nuzzling softly into her breasts too was something that just kind of happened without his mind having any conscious say in the matter. She was so thickly voluptuous that he could not resist her allure, murmuring against her skin, Khassai's breasts heaving and rolling against him.

“That's it..." She crooned, wiggling as if she wanted to tease his lips closer between her breasts, though the rippling tingles of sensation were like nothing else as they were. “Get, ah...all up in there!"

He was only too eager to do as she bid him to, nuzzling with a deep moan that didn't seem natural coming from his lips, kissing and licking, teasing out the sensitivity of her flesh. Somehow, a nipple found its way, popping with a slurp of his tongue, into his mouth and Jamari drew it in deeper hungrily, swirling his tongue around as the goblin arched and thrust her tits even more headily into her face, a hand between her thighs.

If she said anything, her words were lost in a moan but he knew the need of a woman when he saw it, taking her firmly by the hand and guiding her down to the floor, for there was nothing stable enough in the tent for them to fuck against. Blood roared in his ears, heart hammering as if he was fleeing for his life, though if his life actually was at stake he couldn't have imagined a better way for it all to come to pass.

He took the lead, moving over her thickly voluptuous body with a groan, Khassai lifting her legs to wrap them around his waist. She wasn't going to chance letting him go until the deed was done and threw her arms back with a lewd groan, gripping the pole in the centre of the tent that really was not designed at all for such activities. His shaft was hard and ready, slick at the tip with pre-cum, but she rocked so keenly up into the probing, gentle touch of his fingers, testing her readiness, that that had to go as a given, her slippery arousal coating the digits that he had managed to plunge into her.

Jamari smiled, heart driving a beat up against his ribcage, his grin a little shakier than he would have liked. But it was doubtful that she would remember the exact nuances of his smile as excited nerves jostled for precedence in the pit of his stomach. Slipping down over her, their bodies pressed together, thighs dropping to the floor, only lifted where his hips needed to rise to plunge the treat of his cock into the hot wetness of her cunt. It hit home after a slightly missed thrust and he was inside her, sinking deeper and deeper, testing out the delectable bounds of all that her body had to over as the goblin rocked and moaned up against him.

Their cries rose when they should really have been quiet, the predicament of their tentative situation lost to them. It probably wasn't that untoward amongst goblins for them to come and go with sexual partners as they pleased but that sort of thing was beyond Jamari and most certainly in that moment too as pleasure washed over him. Her breasts rose up against him as she rolled her hips, though it was hard to move away from her as the weight of his body guided him down and into her, the slick tightness of her pussy the best aphrodisiac he could have found at that time.

“Fuck," he breathed, coarse where he did not need to be eloquent. “You're... Damn..."

Khassai laughed softly, though the spire of meat inside her had well and truly taken her breath away too and even that had her squirming, trying to grind back down onto him as she let her newest partner take the lead, driving and thrusting. His hips worked against her, barely able to allow her to get used to the sensation of being full again, deliciously so, skin prickling with heat as she gripped the pole all the harder, rattling and jerking it. If the tent collapsed on them, they'd surely have something to say about it, but it was hard to think about things like that in the heat of the moment and much less so as her human lover of the present suckled a nipple into his mouth again, letting his moans travel into her tits.

“Fuck me, stud," she purred, every inch the seductress and, really, who could have possibly have resisted her. “Hard... I like a good ride!"

He would not have denied her even if he had the mind to, the goblin winning him over well and truly, passion ringing through the clamour of their bodies. His balls bumped her flesh lightly as he sank balls-deep into her, unwilling to let even the smallest fraction of his cock remain outside her pussy for too long. No, that would not do, not in the face of pleasure, head swimming, the world seeming to stop around them, if only to bear witness to their tryst. It should not have happened, not considering everything that had gone on prior, but it was happening and he would have to live with the outcomes of that, whatever they were.

Jamari groaned, tongue running across his lips, panting heavily. He wasn't so sure that he cared about anything like that anymore anyway, throwing caution to the wind as he moaned, her cunt rippling and pulsing around his length. He did not know whether it was deliberate or not but that by no means changed the pleasure of it all, pounding into her, feeling quite as if his body was separate to his mind, a figure and pedestal of lust that could not otherwise be restrained.

He needed it. Khassai needed it. Was there really any more to it than that?

The goblin whimpered sweetly and his heart would have turned over for her if it had not been so engaged in pumping much-needed blood around his body (and to certain parts of his body). How could she do that to him when he'd known her for barely any time at all? It was beyond his knowledge but Jamari did not need to know as he heaved and panted, working harder, glutes tensing, putting every last drop of energy he had into pounding her full of his aching pole.

“Ooohhh!" Khassai moaned, her legs tightening around him, heels digging into his glutes, passionately ensuring that he would be there to completion. “I haven't had a good piece of man-flesh in a while!"

He didn't doubt that but he still ached for her and pleasure was there to be had, hips working and grinding furtively, seeking out an ecstasy that seemed so fragile in its blissful coming. It would rise and rise and he needed it all, snatching up what he craved so badly with the hunger of a man who was already sated. For there was nothing more powerful than greed and he was greedy for her, the voluptuous thickness of her body rolling against him so lusciously that it was all Jamari could do to retain some sense of himself in the present time.

But it would all come to be as Khassai hissed through her teeth, voice wavering, need peaking. So close... She was so close and she dug her heels into him all the more fervently, conveying what she would with her body while her lips and throat worked, begging on words that needed to come.

“Ohhh..." She moaned, rolling her hips up against him. “You're...oh...eager... Oh... Get all the way up in there!"

She was hardly restrained about her lust and wriggled in place, her trousers crumpled on the floor to the side, a jumble that would have to, later, be untangled, and neither of them caring one bit. A mess of clothes left in the wake of their lust was by the by as they came together in carnal passion, his shaft already pounding her as deeply as he was able, though that was still not enough for the lustful goblin. She needed it all, moans rising and rising, filling the tent, though he didn't help any there either, sweat dripping from him as he pounded her as if Khassai was to be his last fuck ever, nothing else in the world ever coming close for him after that.

But he had to go harder, had to reach completion, climax itching at the back of his mind, begging him for it all. She closed her legs around him and he didn't need to hear her cries to know that she was climaxing around him, not even needing his fingers to bring her off that time as his rampant rod did the work for him. Her pussy rippled around him as if Khassai was actively trying to draw out every last drop of cum from his cock and, truly, a stronger man still would have had a great deal of trouble resisting her.

He needed her, panting heavily, losing his sense of time and place, the secrecy needed in the heat of it all. Jamari groaned though there was no use trying to stave it off for even a moment longer for it was coming, a heady tightening of muscles, head spinning, need climaxing right when he wanted to draw out the pinnacle for as long as possible.

He wanted to say that it was the hardest orgasm of his life but that may have just been Khassai's influence, her heaving body pressed up against him, chest softly crushed to hers so that her breasts were forced to squash, weighing softly to either side of her laid-back body as gravity took effect. The goblin squeezed him so tightly with her legs that it was a wonder that he was able to thrust at all, filling her pussy with spurts of hot cum, splattering forth as if he would not have been able to stop himself if he tried. Jamari was hardly even aware of breathing through it all, intent only on the roaring drum of pleasure coursing through him like a beast to be defeated – only he was the beast and the penultimate moment of it all was his to take just as he pleased.

It was a trait of the male condition, however, that his orgasm was not to be as long-lived as the goblin's as she murmured through hers, arms falling slack as his thrusts slowed. Long and slow, he dragged it all out for as long as he felt he could but, ultimately, the sensitivity was too much for him. With a gasp, Jamari pulled back in time to send the last spurt of cum drooling out over her pussy, tentatively marking her folds, though his seed could easily be wiped away while the memory of their lustfully bareback tryst would remain forever.

“Wow, little man," she crooned, propping herself up on an elbow. “I underestimated you... But can you go all night long too?"

Laughing shakily, Jamari shook his head but it was not really in answer to her question as he tried to regain some sense of himself, reeling from what he'd done. Yet it was a good kind of shock to see how easily the busty goblin had lured him in, his heart warmed from taking the leap, which could never, in that case, have possibly have been a bad thing.

“Maybe..." He panted, shooting her a sly look. “If you...give me a minute."

Yet they were in no such position to talk and dally for time enough had wasted in the throes of passion, though guilt twisted in his stomach like an ill-sitting meal to consider the thought that he would have to be without her very soon. Even then, he could not imagine being far apart, something about the goblin pulling him in and in, forcing him to rasher endeavours, though it was not just her body anymore that he longed for.

Would he admit it even to himself? Jamari caught his breath. Time was slipping through his fingers... The goblins would soon awake.

What was he going to do?

“Khassai..."

Jamari stared at her, naked in their entirety, more vulnerable than ever. Their eyes locked and, in that moment, their fates were intertwined, one passion coming within another, their joys meeting closely. Khassai's lips curved up in a half-smile as if she'd known all along what he would say – of course, how could he not want her? – and he took her hand in his, though did not quite dare to bring it to his lips. That was for ladies of the court and, well, Khassai was nothing like that.

His heart pounded.

She was better.

“I'm..." The words came forth with difficulty, clunky and “schoolboy-ish" in their execution. “I...really find you attractive." He stifled a groan. “Very much..."

Khassai smirked and fluttered her eyelashes at him, squeezing his hand as she rose to her feet, helping him up too swiftly.

“Of course you are, darling," she murmured, her lips close to his, chin tipped down as if to meet again. “Yet that's not what you want to ask me..."

Jamari pushed down his nerves. It was now or never. And one way to get the hell out of there too...

“Come with me."

It was a request despite not being phrased as such and, to her credit, Khassai did not make him wait as she planted a kiss on his lips, tongue dominantly invading hi mouth as she told him, without using any words at all, just who was going to be in charge if that played out as he imagined. Of course, Jamari would not have wanted it to be any other way, her playfully and firmly taking the lead, though it would be loathsome to cover themselves up with clothes again after all that had taken place.

“It's as if you didn't even have to ask..."

Khassai smirked and pushed him back, eyes darting to the entrance of the tent, the flap fluttering lightly in the breeze, the wind picking up as dawn approached, the dead of the night slipping by.

“We must move though, those oafs will be lively soon, though they'll be drunk as dead donkeys now!"

Grinning far more widely than should have been strictly necessary, Jamari tossed her rumpled and twisted trousers at her, heart pounding and cock still half-hard with the exhilaration of it all.

“Done!"

Leaving the camp should have been a more furtive affair than it was, his trousers sticky with the evidence of their liaison, though it was not one that would ever stand them in bad stead when all came to a head. His heart lifted with his escape and it didn't even matter to Jamari that he had left everything from his merchant stock behind; he had been travelling to re-stock anyway and getting away with his life and someone who made his heart pound so. She led the way as they darted through the tents, the rest of the goblin raiders drunk and snoring with cheap mead and ale filling their bellies, their escape unnoticed as they left for the road.

That was an area, at least, that he knew well and he was able to take over, showing Khassai how to reach the castle, although the guards at the drawbridge were not all that keen on letting them into the walls. After showing them, quite clearly, that neither of them had any weapons except for Khassai's knife, which was swiftly surrendered, they allowed them inside into the reception hall where the lord and his lady had been roused from bed, hardly dressed to receive visitors.

“What is all this about?" He said, blinking even as he tried to appear imperious, in a position of power and control over the subjects that had dared enter his abode before the hours of the dawn had progressed to daylight. “Why have you come at such an unholy hour?"

“My lord," Jamari said, dropping to a respectful knee. “We seek sanctuary for the night. I was kidnapped on my travels to Boolch town – a whole caravan of goblins seeking to raid and pillage. They were going to hold me for ransom but I escaped...with Khassai."

The goblin nodded respectfully, knowing well enough, for once, when to keep her mouth shut, though the lord was not foolish enough either to question just why she was there with Jamari. That was not his concern as he gathered his guards, the knights in his employ that could take care of the goblin problem, one of them having gotten away. Whether they would be thrown in prison or killed for resisting was no longer any of Khassai's concern and, indeed, Jamari could not honestly say that he cared much for them after they'd kidnapped him. They were hardly a good sort but there was something about Khassai that had clearly tired of that life, kindly accepting supplies from those in the lord's employ so that they could continue on to an inn nearby, which would at least be about to house them for the night. After that...they'd have to make their own way onward, but Jamari was more than used to that. He was a merchant, regardless of what had been taken from him.

In the inn's last room, a small, cramped affair that the innkeeper had cursed about as he'd led them up there, Khassai squeezing her bulk up a tiny, narrow staircase, they pressed together on a small bed that was nowhere near enough to fit both of them but, as he'd said, would have to make do.

“Thank you again for your help," Jamari said, though a glint in his eye betrayed more than his words let on. “I don't know if I would have gotten out of that one without you."

By way of answer, she smirked and tapped her nose, which was more than large enough (in a good way) for her to make her intentions clear. Khassai made no qualms right there and then over pinning him back on the bed, the hard mattress good support at least, sitting astride him as her breasts wobbled and swayed, begging his attention even as exhaustion clawed at their souls.

“Don't mention it again, honey-mead," she said with a grin, eyes dancing as her thighs tightened around him, his cock rising to the occasion. “You don't need to worry yourself one bit about things like that. I had fun with you... Maybe little ol' me wants to pay you back too. I have a feeling that life is going to be a lot more interesting with you around!"

And that much was true as she swiftly relieved him of his clothes, stripped down to nothing but his skin as her bare breasts were pushed into his face. He could not help but suckle on them, squeezing them together with both hands, though they were so busty and large that, even then, he felt that they were more than a single man like him could handle. Jamari would learn, however, as he drew her nipples into his mouth, her moans spurring him on as they must have disturbed others at the inn, the walls thinner than most people gave them credit for.

But that was alright. They were there under the lord's protection and they were at complete liberty to enjoy one another, breath catching, panting lustfully as she sank down on his cock, only dragging her nipples from his mouth in order to lift herself up into position. It was hard enough as it was to tease herself away from pleasure when Jamari was so eager to give it to her but his arms went around her too as he half sat up, the bed creaking dangerously beneath the combined weight of their bodies, hearts pounding as one being.

How could two be so close after knowing each other for only a short span of time? It was a mystery to them but not one that they actually had to answer as they relished in their victory, her hungry cunt enveloping his cock in its heated slickness, still wet from her arousal and the load he had already spilt inside her. Jamari ached for more but a quick one was all they had time for that night (or morning, depending on how one looked at it), gripping her hips as he grunted thickly, slamming up into her with all the energy that he felt he had left in his body.

The headboard of the bed slammed into the wall with each and every stroke of his cock but she was more than eager to take over for him, crying out her pleasure as his fingers found her throbbing clit, pressing down, the roughness that he knew her body was able to take over a human woman ringing through. Their cries rose and rose, not caring whether or not they disturbed anyone, Khassai grinding down onto his cock again and again as that length of meat filled her perfectly like no other cock had before. Maybe that was the heat of the moment talking but lust did funny things to a person, least of all a goblin, and that was not something that they were due to question as the need for both passion and sleep nagged at them.

Erotic needs, however, would have to be fulfilled as she rode him furtively, desperate for her high, his fingers teasing her there even as her pussy clenched and rippled around him, her body no longer quite feeling as if it was under her control. But that was quite alright for them as Jamari thrust up into her, her tits bouncing and swaying, drawing his focus as he craved her more and more, chest tight with the need to orgasm. His nuts ached but it had been a long while since he'd gotten off twice in one night after so much excitement, the closeness of her warming his body through, sweat beading on his skin.

It was musky and it was carnal and it was everything that it was meant to be as their bodies rose and fell together, his fingers on her clit working their magic even though he'd only been with her once before. He knew Khassai and she knew him and the goblin moaned out her pleasure as orgasm crashed through her, ripping up her exhausted body and hurling her to the wolves, though it was very much a ravaging that she was eager to see through. Again and again, she cried out his name, grinding her pussy down on his cock as her walls flexed and rippled, beyond her control in a deluge of arousal that soaked his crotch. There was nothing she could do about that and neither did he want her to, heat rising inside him until he could barely bare through it any longer, needing to thrust, to grind, to hump into her to sweet, sweet completion.

But it was slow in coming, so tenacious that he could barely believe he was that close to climax and yet still lingering on the edge, sweat dripping lightly from him, even dampening the sheets of the bed. It was an improvement on the narrow, cot-like bed that was never intended for comfort, even though the two of them seemed more than merely keen to make it so much more comfortable than it was actually intended to be. Khassai moaned and rolled her hips down onto him, drawing the moment out and out as it seemed, at least for a few beats of their frantically pounding hearts, that they were going to last forever, the moment slinking out sweetly in the height of sexual fervour.

It was Khassai's roaring, groaning orgasm vibrating through Jamari, however, that ultimately tipped him over the edge. He'd had a woman climax on his dick before, with the help his hands, of course, but nothing like the goblin, her raw, rolling heave of lust crashing over him, pummelling him down into the ground as if he was being accosted by a true force of nature herself. Yet Khassai was so much more than that too and he grabbed her hips desperately, trying to power up into her over and over again, hips jerking wildly, even as his orgasm flooded forth.

To call it a 'flood' would have been too much but that's exactly what it felt like, Jamari's head spinning, the pounding ache of tiredness both there and not, seemingly at the same time. That wasn't how things worked but he could not find it in himself to care about something like that as he howled out his pleasure, someone banging on the other side of the wall next to the head of the bed, though their disturbance was only set to continue. Khassai too did not pause as she rode him, slopping down messily onto his cock in a flush of their mixed juices, both cum and her own arousal drooling from her stuffed cunt, something that not even the folds of her pussy could not contain.

His seed spilt into her, a force that could not be held back, and she whined, a climax rolling on and on, barely able to keep up her own pace while she teased pleasure after pleasure from his shaft, that spear of man-meat reaching such wonderful depths inside her. He fit her as nicely as he had the first time their bodies had come together in sexual lust and she craved him all the more for it, tipping forward over him so that her breasts hung heavily and her hands rested on his chest, allowing her a little more leverage. With a moan, Khassai ground down on his shaft lustfully, keeping his rod as deep up inside her as it was possible to be, her passage rippling around him, though she could not have even pretended to have any kind of muscular control left there. Who would when they were trembling so badly, nipples shivering, his lips questing for them as he tried to push up to her, desperate and yet lacking the energy in himself too to reach her?

“Oh..." Khassai moaned, leaning back once more for a shift in delight as she let her tits balance her, the jiggling flesh too much for even Jamari, eyes fixed on them, moaning and grunting thickly in the back of his throat like a beast. “Oh... I knew you were the right choice."

What that meant was something that would only come to light much later on but it was not a question that either of them was all that bothered about digging into at such a moment. With half the inn awake and shuffling about, striving to find the source of the noise, they chuckled breathlessly and quietened down, though his hips still rolled, intent on drawing out every last lick of pleasure that it may have been possible to glean from the heated liaison.

Alas, a man's orgasm could not last forever, however virile and studly Jamari thought himself to be in a moment of passion, and they were forced to simmer down for the night, his cock easing messily from her in a slew of their combined sexual fluids. They laughed together, meeting one another's eyes mischievously. They wouldn't have to clean that up. Though they expected that they would have many similar issues to that mess during the course of their...whatever thing they had going on between them. Did everything need a label?

No, that was a human construct, something touted by traditionalists. Everyone knew that they did not have to be married in order to enjoy one another and, after his near-miss, Jamari was more determined than ever to make the best of every moment left in his lie. He was no fool, after all, and he knew how bad things could have gone, but, instead of all that, he had a warm, lusciously thick body to nuzzle into, his head resting on her chest as her breathing patiently slowed, easing so softly into slumber that there was an air of true gentleness about the act.

So, she does have a tender side...

_ _

He watched her sleep for a while, entangled in one another, sheets wrapped around legs, but neither of them was the sort to care about something like that. Let them make a mess and leave behind a mess for it would only serve in testament to life itself, such thoughts only coming upon him when he was on the edge of sleep. And sleep itself would tow him down into darkness, if only for a little while, softening the edges of life as he rested and recovered and came to terms with the enormity of all that had happened.

Yet, when he awoke to the innkeeper's snarl, he would no longer be alone. Khassai would be there with him, a smile on her beautiful face, eyes simmering with wickedness for all that lay ahead. No one knew what the future could hold or if he'd even want to be a merchant anymore with her to plant all manner of extravagant ideas in his head, feeding off one another's lust for life as their lust for each other simply fuelled them to ever-greater heights of sexual passion.

Her breasts pressed up warmly against his face, slipping into sleep, and he groaned into them, the warm flesh being the last thing he saw before darkness claimed him. With Khassai, everything would be better.

How could it not be?