Moxie route

Anticipation of the midnight rendezvous with Moxie left Moris uncharacteristically nervous. To remedy this, he drank enough wine to calm his nerves while being careful not to make a fool of himself. And so the hours passed with Moris riding that fine line. He passed the time as any other merrymaker would: eating, drinking, dancing, singing, playing dice, telling stories, and listening to gossip. Try as he might, however, that tease of a goblin never moved far from the front of his mind.

By the time the festivities were winding down, Moxie was all Moris could think about. What did she have planned for him? What was in that flask he stored on his chest? What did that voice mean when it said their fates would be tied together? The sound of a goblet falling nearby broke Moris from his pensive mood. He looked around and noticed that over half of the people there were already settling in for sleep. That was his signal.

Summoning his nerve, Moris took a deep breath and hoisted himself back to his feet. Lacking nobility, Moxie would be found on the opposite side of the hall from the high table. As Moris stepped over and around the resting bodies, he scanned the crowd for that distinctive freckled green skin. Eventually, he found his target.

Moxie was sitting against the wall, tucked behind a pillar. In her hand, she held half an alembic as a makeshift wine glass. When the two made eye contact, Moxie smiled a toothy grin and waved emphatically. Her lips and teeth were stained red, betraying the fact that she'd been drinking as well.

When Moris reached her side, she patted the ground beside her, and Moris took her invitation. They sat side by side on the floor, just like in the vision. Moris felt grateful that they weren't face to face, so she couldn't see the blush that came over his face.

"So how was your night, big guy?" Moxie asked with a slight slur. "Get some use out of that cologne?" She laughed.

Moris scoffed, "it's something you use or don't use. There's no 'some' about it."

"Wanna bet?" The devious grin on her face bled into her words. "Hey, did you bring it?" Moxie straightened up on her rear.

Moris reached into his top and pulled out the flask. He shook it to demonstrate that it was full and handed it down to her.

She yelped in excitement, earning her a couple of brief glares from the others around them. Once the attention was off them, Moxie whispered up at Moris. "You're gonna love this." She tipped the flask back and brought a swig into her mouth, but rather than swallowing, she climbed up onto Moris's lap. She grabbed his chin, tilted his head back, and locked lips with him. Before Moris could even react, the goblin was swapping the sickly sweet liquid between their mouths. The mixture of potion and spit tickled his throat as it made its way to his stomach. When they both finished swallowing, she flicked her tongue over his lips before separating.

Moris opened his eyes. Moxie was eyeing him with a sultry smirk. Something was off, though - enough to distract him from what just transpired. Moxie was there, but her form seemed hollow. She was like an incorporeal spirit on his lap, despite the weight there suggesting otherwise. He looked at his hands and saw that the same phenomenon applied to himself.

Seeing the confusion on his face, Moxie's smirk transformed into a proud grin. "Yes! Eat your hearts out, stupid spellweavers!" Her exclamation met Moris's ears, but only as an echo. No one around them even perked up an ear.

"What's happening?" He asked with a stern tone.

"No one else can sense us!" She giggled with enthusiasm. "Sharing a mouthful made the effect work between us."

Moris gained a new appreciation for the goblin's genius. He was going to ask why she'd arranged for this, but was interrupted by Moxie unbuttoning his shirt. "H-hey!"

"Calm down..." She fumbled around with the buttons more until his chest was bared down to the navel. "I just want to get some use out of that cologne." With that, she lowered herself to sit on his lap and buried her face into his chest. The warmth of her soft skin quelled Moris's trepidation, aided by the liquor coursing through his veins. She took a deep breath, smelling the faint scent of citrus beneath the day's idle sweat. It was intoxicating for her, and she practically melted into him. She ran her hands up and down his chest, sending tingles through his body as she massaged and felt up his firm muscles. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she pressed their crotches together. Her hips grinded into him, making his member stiffen beneath his pants.

Feeling trepidation, Moris tried to interject. "Moxie, I don't think we should -" He was silenced by a soft finger pressing against his lips.

"Just sit back and enjoy, big guy." Moxie put her face back into his chest. Her muffled voice continued. "This is your reward for being such a loyal test subject." The goblin wiggled her rear on his lap for emphasis. "Such a fine specimen, too."

Moris resigned himself to her ministrations, letting her have her way with him. With a sober mind, he might've put up more of a fight, but the pleasure she wrought was too much to overcome. Minutes passed by like hours to him, with each rock of Moxie's hips pushing him closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy. The orgasm his body so desired would be denied to him, however.

Moxie clicked her tongue with a tinge of frustration. "Tsk. Our time is running short." Her hips lifted off his lap once again as she brought her face to his. "I'll leave you with something before it wears off." Before Moris could even question it, the goblin's sharp teeth clamped down on his shoulder.

He let out a yelp of surprise and pain as he felt his skin puncture. Warm blood trickled from the bite. It would definitely scar, and Moris almost immediately knew that was her intention. The wetness on his crotch, a mixture of their arousal, would fade in the span of hours, but the scar would last for years.

Moxie unlatched from Moris, pulled a solution from her hip pouch, dabbed it onto his wound with a linen cloth, then folded it over and wiped her mouth clean. With a look of satisfaction, she admired her work. "There we go. Now we have proof that you're mine."

When Moris turned his head to look, he noticed that the ethereal appearance they'd taken on was beginning to solidify once more. Realization of the situation sobered his mind, and he snapped to attention. Moris began hurriedly redressing himself as Moxie held back a snicker. By the time the potion's effect fully faded, he was presentable once again. The hassle was proven pointless, however, as a quick survey of the hall revealed the two of them as the only ones still awake.

Moxie gave Moris's leg a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow, big guy." She told him in a flirtatious whisper and then gave his rear a pat: a signal for him to head back to where he belonged.

Moris nodded with a smile. The lust that had built up within him tonight made him amenable to whatever plans she had for him. He made his way back to his seating area, found an unoccupied space, and joined the other partygoers in the realm of dreams.