Goblin Fact 3: Despite their sharp canines, Goblins are omnivores, and have been known to eat substances that would be considered disgusting or harmful to most creatures.

"Dafuck?" you ask the tiny green minx currently stroking you through your pants. Her tiny hands feel incredible, but you probably should not find "tiny hands" a turn on; that's the kind of kink people in nice suits holding government badges are liable ask questions about.

For her part, she just shrugs. "You told me to wake you up. Didn't say how. I thought this'd be fun."

Despite how nice it feels, you reach forward and place your hand on hers, making her stop her ministrations. "Listen, Piper, I really appreciate the... uh... enthusiasm, but I don't think we should be doing this."

She pouts at you, and goddamn it's cute, her beautifully plump dark green lips pursing in coquettish indignation. "Why not?" she says with the slightest hint of a whine in her voice.

You search for a possible answer to the question, but right now you're coming up blank. "Because... um... I guess... we just met? And I'm not sure how this whole goblin/maker relationship works, but I think I have some kind of authority over you, which would make consent a tricky proposition..."

Her expression changes from a pout into what can only be described as puppy dog eyes. "But... but I just want to play with you a little..." she continues, her eyes beginning to well with tears. That familiar feeling of guilt begins to assail you once again as she looks up at you pleadingly.

Oh goddamnit, you're not really considering this, are you? Are you seriously going to let this girl manipulate you that easily? She's obviously playing with you at this point, and you're just rock hard putty in her hands.

On the other hand... You know you're probably **** and in need of some intimacy after the way Mariah figuratively took a sledgehammer on your fragile heart. And if this adorable little creature is offering you carnal comforts, what kind of a man would you be to deny such hospitality?

After all, just from a visual perspective, Piper is the stuff of dreams. You spend a moment taking in her freckled face, with her adorable purple eyes, her beatific countenance surrounded by tangled masses of curly red hair. She is, under most anyone's definition, drop dead gorgeous. Doubly so if you're the kind of person who's into girls who veers more towards the cute side of the attraction spectrum. Which... well, you are. You cannot deny that you've always had a weakness for the "sexy innocence" look. And apparently it's your influence on her that made her look like this? If indeed this is your fault, then... goddamn. You do good work. Of course, as wonderful as her face is, there's still the rest of her, which you're kindly trying to ignore, despite the fact that it's taking far too much effort. You definitely don't turn your gaze a little bit lower to where you can see her pronounced cleavage pressing up against your body. No, despite your carnal desires and the stirring in your loins, you certainly don't take any notice of her freckled breasts, or for that matter, her prodigious backside, which of course you had in your hand not a moment ago. Such observations and thoughts would, of course, be quite ungentlemanly.

But on the other hand... goddamn.

Okay, you've got to make a list of pros and cons to giving in here.

• Con: You'll definitely feel guilty later, and you'll probably feel like you're taking advantage of someone who, by all rights, is in your care at the moment, being only recently "born".
• Pro: She seems totally up for it, so you can likely assuage that guilt with her obvious enthusiasm.
• Con: ...fuck, you can't think of anything else.
• Pro: Lawd, I said goddamn.

Is this sorcery a blessing, or a curse? Who could have predicted that being someone with the ability to create life on command have to lead to such ethical quandaries?

"Okay," you finally say, making up your mind. "If you're alright with it, then I suppose we can..."

But before you can complete the sentence, Piper has your pajama pants down around your ankles, with your boxers as well, exposing your fully erect cock to the surprisingly mild San Francisco afternoon.

"Great!" she says with enthusiasm, all the worry and sorry flying from her face in an instant as she begins to pump your cock with both hands, having now positioned herself lying prone between your legs with your dick right in her face. It's an obscene look, to be sure; while you're fairly certain that, based on a few cursory internet searches you've made, you've got a slightly larger than average penis, in the hands of a girl who's probably less than an inch over four feet tall, you look like straight up pornstar material. She could probably grasp the dang thing's shaft in both hands without covering up the head, which is a thought that only makes your already very hard cock even harder.

And this angle, though it covers up one of her best assets on her chest, does a lot to highlight another of her assets, emphasis on "ass". You can see much easier, now that her dress has been pulled tight across her body with all the rolling around, that her prodigious behind is the stuff that poems are made of. Providing, of course, that the bards writing said poems were particularly sex-crazed and fond of the booty. Which, as we all know, most bards worth their salt are. It's the kind of ass you could not only bounce a quarter off of, but you very well could bounce a half-dollar off of, and in the process do some measure of justice to the incredibly horny legacy of JFK. But as wonderful as the sight of it is, it does make you realize that the only downside of her current positioning is that her delicious backside is too far away for you to reach.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" she asks innocently, with a smile revealing her very pointy canines.

"Umm..." you begin, but before you can think of a way to reject a blowjob in a way that wouldn't hurt her feelings, she's already taken the bulbous tip of your cock into her awaiting mouth. Any fear you may have felt is quickly replaced with an incredible sensation of having your darling goblin lick and suck your head with gusto. And damn, it does feel good. She even, at one point, tries to take more of you in, but she's obviously inexperienced at the act, only just barely getting anything more than the first two inches in before she retreats from the attempt with a coughing sputter. Not that it slows her down; a moment later she's back in the saddle with her tongue doing all the work once more, her inexperience at the act easily made up for with enthusiasm, of which she has plenty. You haven't had many blowjobs before, but the few women who've deigned you worthy of a cocksucking approached the act like it was a chore, only carrying on for long enough for you to get off so they could move on to something less degrading. Piper, on the other hand, seems to be of the opinion that sucking dick is its own reward, and it fucking shows.

It isn't long before you can feel yourself reaching that mountaintop, and with a guttural grunt you begin to blast your seed into her waiting mouth. Like the good little green nymph she is, she takes every spurt into her waiting mouth, keeping it closed around your head so as to not let a single drop of your batter fall to the ground. You collapse back into the lounger, your eyes firmly on hers, as she lets your dick pop out of her mouth, squeaky clean (though still a little moist with goblin saliva).

She locks eyes with you, her cheeks bulging with your cum, and in one big gulp, swallows the whole damn mouth load. Her face in that moment is a mask of ecstacy and delight, her eyes slightly rolled back. After the deed is done, she gives you a satisfied sigh; not the sigh of "thank god I got that all down without it coming back up", but the fulfilled sigh of a job well done.

"Oh, wow Lazza! Did you know your cum was delicious?" she asks without a trace of irony in her voice, as if it was the most natural question in the world to ask after what just happened.