How to train your goblin.

Erica gave him a smile but said nothing. Adorabelle was less subtle.

“Go get her, fuckboy! Unf, unf, unf!” the pixie cheered after him, pelvically thrusting.

John heard his partner groan and chastise the drunken fae, starting another petty argument, but his attention was on the girl in front of him, not the two in the living room. Tryn was struggling to hide her anticipation and it looked adorable.

“Well, Master… did I do a good job?” she asked.

He realized that the goblin was asking about their surroundings and reluctantly tore his gaze away from the skin on display to survey her work. To his surprise, it was absolutely spotless. Every surface gleamed, the table was set for four with their finest silverware and all the dishes of the past couple days had been hand washed and set in the drying rack. She’d even taken time to do the windows and sweep the floor. John had no idea what to say.

“Wha… yeah. Holy shit, yeah you did. It looks amazing.”

Tryn purred her approval, a guttural noise of pure pleasure that physically shook her body. Her legs closed and her thighs rubbed together as she had to lean against the nearest wall. If he didn’t know any better, John might’ve thought the goblin had just gotten off solely on praise alone. Actually, maybe she had. Either way, she looked sexy as all hell and his pants were too god damn tight.

“Thank you,” she moaned, and the last of his reason flew out the sparkling kitchen window. He didn’t resist at all when she took his hand and slid it into her shirt. His fingers were greeted with the soft flesh of her chest and the hardened point of her nipple. John automatically gave it a squeeze, and Tryn moaned again, “Do I deserve a reward? Master could give his slutty little toy the thing she wants most…”

When John felt her hand on his pants this time, he didn’t stop her from fondling the thick bulge she found. She gasped and knelt to nuzzle her face against it, doing her best to keep her breasts in his fingers while she did.

A wolf whistle sounded from behind him, and John glanced back to see Adorabelle waving in his direction. Erica had politely looked away. Still, it was a bit more audience than he was comfortable with. He gave Tryn’s chest a loving squeeze to get her attention, “Let’s take this somewhere more private.”

In another situation, John might’ve cared about how his room looked or the mess that overflowed from his closet, or the nerdy amount of game paraphernalia and anime figurines that lined his shelves… but hormones were a great confidence booster. With Tryn practically stapled to his side and his fingers having free range of her plush tits, John didn’t think for a second about her judging his private quarters. Which was probably a good thing, since the goblin hadn’t limited her efforts to the kitchen.

His room had been tidied up as well, but in a manner that respected his unorthodox style of organization. None of his things had been moved. She’d cleaned around them with a laser level of precision. His bed was made and the sheets smelled faintly of lemon. Even his window had been patched up; the hole in the glass had been covered neatly by a washcloth that was firmly taped in place with duct tape.

John didn’t know what to say. Fortunately for him, Tryn was too focused on slipping into his pants to care. She didn’t even wait for the door to shut fully behind them before tugging him in the direction of the bed and hopping onto it when she reached it. Then, the disguised goblin held a hand up to her throat and gave him a sultry look, “How do you want me? As is… or classic Tryn?”

I like both of those options… but…

“Classic,” John said, bringing a smile to Tryn’s lips.

Her fingers closed on a necklace with a green gemstone that John had somehow failed to notice at any point before and, as she pulled it off with a snap, her appearance changed dramatically. Tryn’s skin grew darker and transitioned through a shade of lime to reach the familiar ‘goblin green’ he remembered from the Inferno. Her ears grew considerably until the points poked out of her hair. In an opposite reaction, her body shrank, starting with her legs and then all over except… somehow her chest. The final change shifted her eyes from pale gold to their true inhumanly hypnotic beauty.

In a matter of seconds, she went from Irish sexpot to fantasy sex object… and her true clothing only heavily emphasized that idea. ‘Stripper’ was an understatement. The ensemble of corset, lace skirts and latex pants on top of a mesh thong was a level of near-fetish wear that no self-respecting stripper would ever wear. Of course, John didn’t know that, or care about the minutiae of efficient stripping. To him, Tryn looked like a wet dream come to life.

“Unwrap me, Master,” the sultry goblin said as she beckoned him with a finger. He didn’t refuse her offer, how could he?

Peeling off the latex was indeed like unwrapping a present, with her corset and skirt as a sort of bow. It wasn’t easy to undo her bra, and John made a mental note to look up how the hell they worked later, he hadn’t expected to need the knowledge, but the moment her breasts sprung free of their confines, the effort was all worth it. Tryn’s boobs had been seared into his brain after the titjob she’d given him, and he lavished them with a crude stare that the goblin loved.

“How do I look? Delicious? Enticing? Fuck-a-ble?” to punctuate her point, Tryn wiggled her shoulders and made her breasts bounce. The little metal studs in her nipples made it hard to look at anything else and John simply didn’t try. Instead, he nodded dumbly.

Holyshitfuckyes.

Tryn put her hands over her nipples, and John snapped out of the daze, looking back up to her smirk. She rolled the hard nubs under her fingers and moaned for him, pulling herself together enough to spread her legs, “This time… you get the premium package. All of me. Every. Inch.”

Between her emerald thighs, a tight little slit dripped a strand of wetness so clear it was nearly invisible onto his sheets. John felt an anxious lump form in his throat and his pants, already painfully tight, became unbearable. The pressure was a lot more than he’d been expecting.

“Let me see that cock,” Tryn begged, her eyes lighting up as John dismissed his clothing. “Oh, fuck yes. I can’t wait to feel this stretching me out, Master. Can I have that? Please? I’ve been patient…”

Words failed him, “Nnngh.”

Swaying her shoulders to give him a show as she repositioned herself, the goblin whore shimmied up his bed and laid back in his sheets until she was comfortable, then spread her legs wide and reached down to hold them open for him. In place of further words, she just gave him a burning look that demanded he make good on his promises.

John needed no encouragement to get him to climb onto the bed after her and position himself between her legs. He looked down at the excited girl underneath him, and one thing stood out above all else. She was so much smaller than he was. It somehow made him even more excited, but a thought stuck in his head as he leaned over to kiss her and line himself up.

I’ll need to be gentle with her.

When he pushed into Tryn’s tight, pink pussy, he felt something keeping him out, a thin, tangled wall of flesh that gave under his steady pressure. Finally, the head of his cock pierced through it and the goblin bit back a muffled, moan of pained pleasure as it snapped inside of her.
“Was that…” John asked, confused. There was no way the girl was a virgin. She worked as a prostitute for crying out loud, it just wasn’t possible.

Is it?

Tryn looked up at him with tears welling in her eyes and a lustful smile on her face, “I wanted to give you the whole experience… let your cock taste what it’s like to pop a cherry… maybe you’ll remember it better that way.”

Achievement Unlocked! ~ “You Never Forget Your First”
Lose your virginity. Welcome to ‘manhood’.
+2 Libido
+2 Charisma
+50% rp gain with members of the species you lost your virginity to (Sluttinus Goblinidae)
+10% penis size
+10 ‘Golden Fleece’ Condoms

Penis enhancement through achievements is now capped. Further enhancement through spells and enchantments carries risk of anemia or other complications if not accounted for. Please cocksmith responsibly.

It dawned on John that he was fucking Tryn completely raw and from what she’d said… humans could probably get goblins pregnant. “Hey,” he started, hating to disrupt the dazed look of pleasure on Tryn’s face, “should we be using protection?” One of the condoms he’d just been awarded appeared in his hand.

The goblin looked at it and her disgusted reaction made him feel like he was holding a cockroach instead. She wrapped her legs tightly around him and clenched inside, sending pleasure surging up his spine and causing him to drop the package onto the bed. Tryn quickly shoved it to the floor.

I guess that answers that…

John let his worries go and focused on the girl underneath him, thrusting in and out of her body at a medium pace and trying to gauge what felt best for her. He found a spot that made her wiggle and moan, twisting his hips to hit it over and over while concentrating on suppressing the shivers it sent through his body to feel her coiled around his shaft. In every way he could, John tempered his own satisfaction with trying to bring his lover an equal or greater amount. He savored every cute, little noise that Tryn made and did his best not to hurt her any more than he already had when he’d ripped through her fake virginity. Whenever he slipped up and thrust a bit too hard, she let out a whimper that told him that he needed to pace himself.

Still, he was a virgin himself and inexperienced in having sex. His stamina had been built through years of masturbation, and it might’ve been impressive in that arena, but his body simply wasn’t ready for the pleasures of a real woman. John pushed himself harder, trying to contain the brewing urge in his loins and made it another two thrusts before that control broke.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…”

Tryn pulled him in deeper with her legs, and he managed to slide all the way to the base into her insanely tight body as the dam burst. “In me. Do it inside,” she begged. Tryn got what she wanted, cum splashing into her until the last drop had been deposited.

Holy shit… that was sex? That was amazing.

As he pulled back out of Tryn’s heavenly body, the goblin crossed her arms and looked up at him with an unamused expression. She lay there, legs spread and cum dripping out of her, pouting.

“That’s it?”

Achievement Unlocked! ~ “All Hype, No Substance”
Utterly fail to live up to a partner’s sexual expectations.
-1 Charisma
-7 Libido
-210 rp with your partner (Trynity Gearthrust)

John had no idea what he’d done wrong.

“I’m not human, Master. You don’t have to hold back and be all… weird and gentle. Pin me down, shove my face into the bed, pull on my nipples, **** me while you pound my cunt, slap my ass hard enough to leave a proper mark!” She pointed at her juicy butt and then slapped it hard enough that it jiggled from the **** and the noise was like the sharp crack of a gun. “Like that, I want to feel it!”

Wait, she’s upset that I wasn’t rougher? I thought you were supposed to be gentle with a virgin.

Tryn sat up and grabbed his cock, jerking it skillfully back to full mast before slapping herself hard across the face with it. It left a sticky strand of cum connecting his tip to her cheek and drew out another lustful purring moan. Her eyes looked up at him and John wasn’t sure who was supposed to be the dominant one when she demanded, “Use me properly.”

If that’s what she wants… I can try?

“Use me like the bitch I am,” the goblin begged, kissing and nibbling on the underside of his cock. Everywhere her tongue touched warmed to the point of a burning, needy heat. Every brush of her lips left a glowing pink mark that faded into his skin. “Use me,” she pleaded again, before sucking on his balls.

John felt his mind cloud with lust and was only vaguely aware of the tingle of her magic… but that knowledge sank into the pure need that ran through his veins. Restraint vanished with it and it became difficult to focus on anything but sex with his blood filling his shaft to rock-hard, painfully erect. His balls were achingly full, too full. He needed to cum.

You are now afflicted with Enhanced Rut (+50 Libido)!

Why would he stop the needy whore worshipping him between his legs, when he could make her deal with the problem she’d created?

This is her responsibility.

Tryn gasped as he balled a fist in her hair and dragged her lips away from his balls to press them against his tip. She looked up at him, sighed happily and then opened her mouth to let him push her face all the way down his cock to the base. If she said anything, it was too muffled to understand… but John imagined that she was trying to moan, ‘Thank you.’

She said nothing else while he rutted into her face without holding back, eagerly leaning into every pull that ended with his cock buried deep in her throat and putting in the minimum effort to help him tug her back off it without taking away the power he held over her body. John didn’t care that Tryn’s fingers were buried in her pussy stirring up the mess he’d left inside her before. All that mattered was that one of her holes was wrapped around him and he could do whatever he wanted with it. He could’ve spent forever just fucking her breath away and unloading into her until he ran dry… but his toy had other plans.

Tryn flexed her spine and turned in place, tilting her head back to let his fingers shift from her hair to her throat. John did, giving her tight passage a squeeze to feel himself inside of it. It was like one of the masturbator toys that he’d thought about buying, but this one tightened itself whenever he dug his fingers in. Tryn was much tighter and wetter than a rubber pussy would ever be. She also made excited little noises every time he bottomed out.

From this new angle, John had a perfect view of both of Tryn’s delicious breasts. They bounced every time he thrust into her body, jiggling in a way that made him want to sink his fingers into them… and past her breasts was the needy cunt’s dripping…

John’s loins burned with the desire to bury himself in every single one of his slut’s holes. He finished using her throat with a thrust that slapped his heavy balls against her face, pulling back to admire the dozens of strings of saliva clinging to his cock from her needy body. It was beautiful, in an intensely sexual way. Her eyes were rolled back and Tryn took in hungry, gulping breaths of air to replenish the oxygen he’d fucked out of her body. John ran a finger over her throat as he admired her body and the goblin shuddered with pure pleasure. Clearly, she was at the edge of a climax.

So, he grabbed her by the hair and fucked her face one last time right as she’d finally caught her breath.

Tryn came. Hard.

John didn’t feel like waiting for her to come down from the orgasmic ripples of pleasure that tore through her body, not when he could feel another one of her holes tightening around him wonderfully like she’d been tailor made for his pleasure. Maybe she had. Who cared? John didn’t.

He was too busy shoving her face forward, into the pillow at the head of his bed. The change in position **** Tryn up on her knees, pushing out her ass to show off both her dripping wet pussy and the tight, clenched donut above it. Both looked delicious; he couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips.

John spread Tryn’s ass roughly, palming and squeezing the soft flesh under his fingers and used his thumbs to play with her holes as he decided which one to fuck first. Her pussy lips parted easily and willingly for him, revealing a tight, pink tunnel stained with the remains of his first load that tried to coil shut with an orgasmic aftershock. He didn’t let it. John pushed his thumbs into Tryn’s body and, as she gasped loudly, pulled her open. The motion ground her face down into the pillow, and she did her best to be pliable to his desires. She whimpered with a hint of pain and intense pleasure as he lubed his fingers up inside her body and spread her so wide, he could see a second, tiny hole deep inside of her. It was gulping up the cum he’d filled her with before.

The sight sent a raw surge of lust through his body and John pulled his thumbs free, replacing them in one swift motion with his cock. He buried it into her all the way in, and her body stretched and squeezed around his rough thrust.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Master!” Tryn pleaded desperately, even as John started to thrust into her depths. “Fucking use me, you virgin bastard-”

He responded to her taunting with a guttural growl and slapped her ass so hard she was cut off mid-sentence. It drew out a pained ‘hnng’ and momentarily shut the bitch up, but Tryn wasn’t so easily silenced.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop! Yes! Take my pussy like you own it!”

Oh, I do.

With his inhibitions stripped away by the lewd magic bubbling in his veins, John saw the moaning goblin whore underneath him the way she’d always wanted him to: as a sex toy. Her body, just over half his height was the perfect size for him to pin down while he took out every ounce of burning need on it. Her breasts filled his fingers, pierced nipples begging for him to tug on. John lifted her with ease until her back was pressed to his chest and her soft tits were nothing but handholds to keep her in place. Ever the slut, Tryn arched he back just so that her breasts overflowed his fingers and he was **** to roughly grope them just to keep her contained.

“Yes… Don’t be gentle,” she moaned when he dug his fingers in. “Pull on my nipples! They’re your toys to play-” The goblin’s babbling was cut short when she gasped with pain as he followed her suggestion, but from the way she tightened around him, there was no question that she loved it.

John’s hips slammed into hers and she bit her lip hard, a little blood trickling from where she broke the skin. The eager cocksleeve tilted herself back and begged him for a kiss; it tasted like sex and metal and he throbbed inside her as he wrapped his fingers around her throat as his tongue tangled in hers. Tryn wriggled and struggled against him but never stopped kissing back. Her hips twisted against his and her pussy squeezed every inch of cock that he’d **** into her. A little bump in her belly showed just how deeply he’d invaded her body and the free hand that wasn’t helping to hold their bodies together felt out the spot where his tip bulged her insides.

That final stimulus was too much, and he didn’t waste energy in trying to hold back. John **** himself in as deeply as he could and let his instincts take control. He came directly into her womb, and she lovingly traced her fingertips along her stomach as he pumped it all into her body. When he was done, John released her, and Tryn collapsed on his cock, pulling them both forward into a doggystyle pose as she crumpled into a shaking mess in his sheets. The move ended with his shaft sliding out of her body, and Tryn’s fingers immediately tried to replace it.

“Master… yes… So good. Thank you… for using me.”

John grinned.

Better, but I’m not done with you yet.

He didn’t ask for permission to claim her final hole, nor did he even think about it as anything but unspoiled territory for him to manifest his lewd destiny. John’s cock was well lubed with Tryn’s saliva, pussy juice and his own cum when he pressed the tip against the goblin’s backdoor and she opened for him willingly. A spurt of the seed he’d pumped into her cunt was **** out and spattered the sheets as John took her ass like a beast laying claim. The rest trickled out around her fingers as he followed his first thrust with an even harder one.

Tryn groaned as he entered her, then started wordlessly moaning and panting as he slammed in and out of her body, reduced from the teasing whore she’d been moments earlier to a whimpering puddle. Any time she seemed to be regaining a bit of her spunk, he spanked it out of her and kept constantly thrusting. He didn’t draw things out or try to maximize her pleasure… John just indulged in her body until he felt his balls clench and unload into her. He didn’t even stop plowing her wonderfully tight butt as he came inside of it. She might’ve cum with him, but if she did, he didn’t notice.

John pulled free of the goblin’s clenched ass and dragged his nails down his cocksleeve’s back until his hand slipped off the curve of her butt and to his side, finally free of the supernatural lust that had filled his body. His thoughts were clear enough to take in what he’d done, and John dazedly took in the scene before him.

Tryn’s body had been thoroughly used. Her pussy was dripping with a mixture of his thick cum and her wetness, infused with a fresh trickle of white from her stretched pucker. He’d left red marks all over her skin from the rough handling and there were little spots on her thighs and back where he’d dug in his nails. While John couldn’t see her breasts or nipples, buried in his sheets as they were, he had no doubts they were covered in more of the same. Her hair was tousled and stuck in places to the sides of her face or twitching ears from her sweat. On Tryn’s side, John could see most of her glowing tattoo, pulsing like a heartbeat on her skin.

She stifled a moan with his pillow, biting into it as both her holes twitched. A thick wave of cum poured from her ass to smear all over her soaked cunt. Most of it continued down her quaking thighs, but it left several sticky strands dangling from the puffy, flushed lips of her sex. As if to respond to his attention, they seemed to part for him, enticing him to replenish the loads her body couldn’t contain.

It was an opportunity that his overtaxed body simply couldn’t take. As the spell’s effects faded fully, John felt the exhaustion of what they’d done flow back into his tired muscles and the spark of lust that had sustained his focus was snuffed out. He collapsed next to Tryn and struggled to even remain conscious. Slowly, he managed to claw his way back from the hazy brink and rolled over onto his back, panting heavily.

“Fuck me… that was…” he managed between breaths.

Tryn looked up at him, her eyes glazed and her words slightly slurred with eager pleasure, “Is that an order, Master?”

“No way,” John shook his head, and the goblin beside him mewled in disappointment. “I don’t think I… yeah… no. Whew… wow.”

A cough interjected, and John felt his body burn with a different kind of heat as he turned to realize they were not alone in the room. Erica was standing in the doorway, with it partly open, “Dude. You part horse or do you not know how to jerk off?”

He tried to think of a funny, casual response that would make it seem like he was totally fine with having his partner walk in on him like this and that it in no way made him want to hurl a pillow at her, one that could convey how totally not a big deal it was that he was naked or any of this was happening…

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself. Anyway, there’s a bit of a problem,” Erica said.