Irresistible

Dave swallowed nervously. "Oh boy... how do I explain this?" He wondered looking at the equally nervous goblin.

Kea had opened up to him a bit and he didn't want to jeopardize that in anyway. *God only knows what she's been through,* he thought. *I don't want to add to her ordeal in anyway. So... how do you explain to a young woman you want to help her clean up and give her clean clothes for her to wear without using too many words or being "creepy" about it?* He sighed and figured he should tackle another part of the same problem first while he thought about it. He went into the bathroom off of the bedroom and got a comb then went to his dresser and started looking for clean clothes she could wear. He sighed. "All of my clothes will fit you like a tent since our sizes are so different. Hmmm..." he looked at her as she watched him curiously unsure of what he was doing. He wasn't sure what she was wearing, if anything, under that collection of rags. Looking at it now he had the feeling that it had been something that she had cobbled together from different odds and ends. He was fairly certain it had started out as a tarp or rough blanket she'd made into a poncho or cloak type garment but it was hard to tell with how much it had been altered and how dirty it was. *Good camouflage though,* he thought. *When she sits with her limbs tucked in and the hood up she really does look like a pile of odd used rags. Totally fooled me. Still... both it and she are filthy and need washing.*

He reached out handing her the comb. "Here Kea. Use this."

Kea accepted it and sniffed it, then played with the tines and nodded and started to try to use it to pick her teeth."Good, yes?"

Dave shook his head and said "No" but smiled so she knew that was OK.

He held out his open hand and she put the comb in it. "D'hayv show Kea?"

He smiled and nodded glad she knew "show". "Dave show Kea," he agreed and pointed to her then his eyes. "See. Kea see Dave?"

Kea nodded. "Kea see D'hayv."

He smiled. She really was very intelligent and a quick study. Clever too. He held up the comb. "Comb".

Kea pointed at it and repeated. "Komb."

"Good Kea! Comb." He pulled at his hair. "Hair." He rain the comb through his hair. "Comb hair."

Kea grinned as she got it and nodded as D'hayv passed her the "komb". How clever hoomans were! This little tool would work much better than her usual fish bone! "Komb hair," she said as she started to yank it through her tresses.

Dave smiled to cover his wince as she started tearing at her snarls. "Uhmmm... uh that's gotta hurt. Oh boy better let me do it, I guess." He waved to get her attention and pointed at himself, then her. "Dave comb Kea hair."

She blinked and then blushed, slowly handing over the comb. "D'hayv komb Kea hair... good?" She asked and smiled when he agreed with "good". He had to get on her level so she sat in his lap which was nice... a bit distracting with his thing poking her bottom, but really nice! He started working firmly but gently starting from the ends. It was embaressing the way her mate insisted on grooming her but... She sighed as he gently worked on her snarls like he had washed her face and hands. Diligently. Gently. Tenderly. That was how he touched her and it was so soothing, relaxing and felt so- "Good," she said happily. "No... Good-Good."

Dave smiled and nodded. He liked this a lot too. "Good-Good," he agreed and started humming a tune as he worked. He felt Kea relax completely and start to doze. That was fine. He didn't mind at all. He wondered though... she'd been so fierce and frightened but brave before. Now she was alternately eager but shy. Cute. Even a bit coy at times he felt. *Is that a goblin thing?* he wondered. *Or a Monster Girl thing? Maybe it's both... or neither and it's just how Kea is?* He smiled. In the end it didn't really matter he supposed. They were already friends. "Good-Good" friends... and that was good enough... right? "Of course," he muttered. "What are you thinking? Get your head on straight."

Kea tried not to sigh. Whatever was keeping D'hayv holding back? It was obvious that he liked touching her as much she did. Did he just like drawing the hunt out? Maybe that was it. It was odd, but hoomans were odd people. Hard to figure out sometimes.

She decided to keep being patient. It was the least she could do for her sweet mate... for now anyway. But she wasn't going to wait forever. When she'd waited long enough, then she'd waited long enough... and maybe that's what he preferred? She'd heard that some enjoyed being the pursued more than being the pursuer. Still she found this being tended to by him very agreeable and was eager to reciprocate... once she learned the ways. That was one of the nice thing about older mates for younger ones. Experience counted for a lot or so she had heard.

Still she was surprised when the "kombing" stopped... but his attention hadn't ended. She kept her eyes shut and her breathing even as he set down the "Komb". There was a long pause and then finally his hands were stroking her hair again. The Komb felt nice... but the way his fingers felt as they ran through her hair felt even better. Slow and gentle. Again and again. Like he wanted to touch every single hair. Her strong but sweet hooman mate! And when that stopped she wondered with excitement what he would touch next? Her teats? Her arse which was pressed against his huge maleness? Or-

She was surprised as he did take his liberty finally but in an unexpected way! First one and then the other his fingers traced her- *My ears!* she thought surprised. *Why?*

Dave bit his lip as he couldn't resist any longer and touched her big, green pointed ears. "Too cute!" He whispered as he gently pinched the tips wiggling them up and down slightly.