Goblin Hollow

The waterfall thundered in the background, a constant white roar that filled the cavern and drowned out the smaller sounds—the scrape of boots on stone, the soft rush of breath, the hammering of Kyle's heart against his ribs.

Selere's hand remained on his thigh, her fingers tracing lazy circles just above the bandage. Her violet eyes hadn't left his face since she'd made her suggestion, and Kyle found himself caught in that gaze like a moth drawn to flame.

"So," Selere said, her voice barely audible over the waterfall, "Would you mind... if I sucked your huge cock again?"

The words hung in the damp air between them. Kyle's breath caught. Beside him, Alistair went rigid, his knuckles white where he gripped his staff.

Kyle exhaled slowly. "You know, most girls buy you dinner first."

Selere's fingers crept higher. "I have blown you once already."

"That was hours ago."

"Exactly." She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I've been thinking about it ever since. The weight of it. The taste." Her tongue flicked his earlobe. "The way you groaned when I swallowed."

Kyle's trousers grew uncomfortably tight. He glanced at Alistair, who was staring fixedly at the waterfall, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack.

"Alistair?" Kyle said. "You good over there?"

"Fine," Alistair said through gritted teeth. "Perfectly fine."

Selere pulled back slightly, her eyes flicking to her boyfriend. There was something softer there for just a moment—a flicker of genuine affection beneath the mischief. "You said it was okay, remember? Back in the forest. You said she could practice."

Alistair's throat bobbed. "I... yes. I did."

"And now I'm practicing." Selere's hand found Kyle's belt buckle. "Unless you've changed your mind?"

The silence stretched. Kyle watched Alistair's face—the war playing out behind his eyes. Worry. Jealousy. Confusion.

"No," Alistair finally said, his voice quiet. "I haven't changed my mind."

Kyle wasn't entirely sure he believed him.

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Selere didn't wait for further permission. Her fingers made quick work of his belt and laces, and soon his cock was free, already half-hard and growing fuller by the second. The cool cave air kissed his skin, and then Selere's mouth was on him, hot and wet and eager.

Kyle groaned, his head falling back. The rock beneath him was cold and unyielding, but Selere's lips were anything but. She took him deep without hesitation, her throat relaxing around him in a way that made his toes curl inside his boots.

"Gods," he muttered, his hand finding its way into her midnight hair. "You really have been thinking about this."

Selere hummed in response, the vibration shooting up his spine. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft, tracing the sensitive ridge with practiced precision. She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head, then plunged down again, her nose pressing against his pelvis.

Kyle's hips bucked involuntarily. "Easy," he gasped. "Cliff. Remember? Very deep drop."

Selere pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him. "Then hold still." She turned her head slightly, her eyes finding Alistair. "Darling? Could you do something for me?"

Alistair blinked, startled. "What?"

"Keep watch." Selere's smile was almost gentle. "I don't want any goblins sneaking up on us while I'm... occupied." She wrapped her hand around Kyle's cock, stroking slowly. "And I think you'd be more comfortable if you didn't have to watch every second."

Alistair's expression flickered—relief, embarrassment, gratitude, all tangled together. "You want me to—"

"Just go to the other side of the cliff." Selere nodded toward a rocky outcropping that jutted out about twenty feet away. "You can see the main tunnel from there. And I'll be right here. Trying to get this tool in my throat."

Kyle watched the exchange with interest. Alistair's hands were trembling slightly as he picked up his staff. His eyes kept darting to Selere's hand on Kyle's cock, then away, then back again.

"Okay," Alistair said finally. "Okay. I'll... I'll be over there."

He stood, his movements jerky and uncertain. Selere caught his hand before he could walk away, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"Thank you," she said softly. "You're the best boyfriend ever. Remember?"

Alistair's cheeks flushed. He nodded, mumbled something unintelligible, and walked toward the outcropping. Kyle watched him go, noting the stiffness in his shoulders, the way he kept his back turned as he settled into his new position.

"Is he okay?" Kyle asked quietly.

Selere's grip tightened on his shaft. "I think so, why?" She leaned down, her tongue tracing a line from base to tip. "We aren't doing anything wrong, right? Alistair told so himself."

"I think so," Kyle admitted. "It's just, I would never let my girl blow anybody but myself."

Selere laughed, the sound vibrating against his skin. "You are just a close-minded human." And then she took him in her mouth again, and Kyle stopped thinking about anything else.

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She was relentless. Her lips stretched around his girth, her throat working to accommodate him as she pushed deeper and deeper. Saliva dripped down his shaft, cool in the cave air, and every few strokes she'd pull back to gasp for breath before diving down again.

Kyle's hand fisted in her hair, not forcing but holding, grounding himself in the sensation. The waterfall roared. His leg throbbed. And Selere's mouth was a furnace, her tongue dancing along his length like she was trying to memorize every vein.

From the corner of his eye, Kyle could see Alistair's silhouette against the outcropping. He wasn't looking. His back was turned, his staff resting against his shoulder as he stared out at the tunnel beyond. But his posture was tense, coiled, like a string pulled too tight.

Kyle wondered what Alistair was thinking. Was he worried that this was cheating? Thinking about it only made Kyle harder. Demonstrations weren't cheating, lessons weren't cheating, invitations from the girl weren't cheating. But watching your girlfriend **** herself on another man's cock... maybe that just made him feel that something was not exactly okay?

Selere gagged suddenly, her throat constricting around him, and Kyle's thoughts scattered. She pulled back just enough to breathe, tears streaming down her dark cheeks, but her hand never stopped stroking.

"You're so big," she whispered, almost reverently. "I can never get enough."

"You're doing great," Kyle managed, his voice strangled. "Really great."

She smiled, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and went back to work. This time she focused on the tip, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head while her hand worked the shaft. The combination was almost too much.

"Selere," Kyle groaned. "I'm close."

She pulled off immediately, her eyes wide and eager. "Not yet. I want to swallow. But first—" She turned her head, glancing back at where her boyfriend kept his watch.

Alistair hadn't moved. His back was still turned, but his shoulders were hunched now, his head bowed. He looked small against the vast darkness of the cavern.

Selere bit her lip, then turned back to Kyle. Her voice dropped to barely a whisper, so quiet that even the waterfall seemed to hush to let her words through.

"Kyle," she said, her violet eyes searching his face, "can I try something?"

"Like what?" Kyle's voice was hoarse.

Selere's gaze drifted down to his cock, still slick with her saliva, still achingly hard. Her hand wrapped around it again, almost reverently.

"I want to try... sex." The word came out breathless, almost shy. "With your huge cock."

Kyle blinked. "You mean—"

"I know." Selere's cheeks darkened to a deeper gray. "Alistair and I... we agreed to lose our virginities to each other. That was the plan. We've been saving ourselves. For something special." Her hand stroked him slowly, absently, as if she couldn't help herself. "But..."

"But?"

Selere's eyes met his, and there was something raw there—curiosity, desire, a hunger that went beyond just physical. "Your cock is really nice, Kyle. Really, really nice. And I keep thinking about it. About how it would feel. Inside me."

Kyle's throat went dry. "What about Alistair?"

Selere glanced back at her boyfriend again. He still wasn't looking. She lowered her voice even further.

"He doesn't have to know everything. Not right away. And besides..." She bit her lower lip. "If I invite you, it's not cheating! That's what everyone said. Even Alistair agreed with that."

Kyle's mind raced. The logic was working so far—he didn’t know why or what was the limit to it. But standing on a cliff in a cave, with a beautiful dark elf stroking his cock and looking at him like he was the answer to every forbidden question, logic felt very far away.

"Selere," he said slowly, "are you sure about this?"

"I'm sure I want to stretch my pussy with your huge thick cock." She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. "That's why I want to try. I know Alistair has a tiny elf penis and will not be able to stretch me out like you."

She pulled back, her violet eyes burning into his.

"Just once. Just to see if I can take it. Please, Kyle."

The waterfall roared. Somewhere behind them, a goblin corpse lay cooling in a pool of its own blood. Alistair stood twenty feet away, trusting his girlfriend to keep watch.

Kyle looked at Selere's face—the desperation there, the longing, the genuine curiosity that seemed to consume her. He thought about Aria's nervous excitement. About Amara's surprised pleasure. About how this world seemed to run on a logic that was just twisted enough to make anything possible.

"Okay," he said quietly. "But we have to be careful. And quiet. And if Alistair turns around—"

"He won't." Selere was already working his trousers lower, her hands trembling with eagerness. "He trusts me."

Kyle wasn't sure that was true. But as Selere climbed onto his lap, straddling him on the cold stone ledge, her dark skirts hiked up around her thighs, he found he didn't much care.

Her legs were warm on either side of his hips. Her hands braced on his shoulders. And between them, his cock pressed against the thin fabric of her undergarments, already slick with her own wetness.

"Ready?" she whispered.

Kyle nodded, his hands finding her waist. "Ready."

Selere closed her eyes, took a breath, and lowered herself onto him.