Show the goblin your gratitude

As the scrawny goblin assigned to protect you strokes the soft flesh of your ass your feelings are complicated. You are repulsed by the creature - no fine specimen even for its race - but you are grateful for its protection. You feel most of your injuries healed by the cloak covering your upper body and shoulders. You want to show your gratitude to the goblin. You shift slightly, allowing the cloak to slide even further from your legs and exposing your ass completely. The goblin guard coos with soft wonderment at your lovely human rump and allows its wandering fingers to tease from your right cheek, over the warm cleft of your crack and up to your other cheek.

When it cannot resist the temptation and squeezes your ass you moan. The goblin recoils and pretends to return to its post. You sit up, yawning and stretching, the cloak slipping from your shoulders, down over your full breasts and hard nipples, and pooling around your broad hips.

You look at the goblin, scrawny, long ears stuffed with black hair, narrow nose marked by a black wart, spindly arms and legs and a furry loin cloth and ridiculously oversized helmet. The spear held at the goblin's shoulder isn't the only stiff pole the goblin has. Its cock is sticking straight out beneath the loincloth, lifting it so much you can see the hairy underside of its low-hanging testicles.

"I know what you were up to," you say, dropping to your hands and knees and crawling towards the goblin. "I could feel your little hand grabbing my ass. Do you understand me?"

You look up at the goblin from beside it. It seems confused, maybe even a little afraid, by the way you are acting and it clearly does not understand your language. Fortunately, you know of another language that every thinking species understands.

You reach beneath the goblin's loincloth, your fingers brushing against its low-hanging balls. It winces in surprise, but you do not hesitate, you reach past its balls and take hold of its straining prick. With your other hand you lift the loincloth aside, exposing the green shaft and moist, pink tip of the goblin's cock.

Its cock is large for a goblin this size, but still much smaller and more slender than the average man. It has a musky smell of hard work and not enough baths. You peer up as you give the goblin's prick a squeeze. The creature squeals softly and nearly drops its spear. When you stroke the creature calms and smiles at you, taking in your curved back and your ass as you kneel before it, the short goblin's cock beneath your heavy breasts. It says something soft and pleasant in its language and caresses blonde hair from your face.

You clearly have its cooperation, now to show it that gratitude...