"A traveller seeking shelter for the night"

Millie shouted back, stopping and standing up straight. She saw that the door had opened slightly and strained her eyes to see who was behind it, but could not see.

"Are you carrying any weapons?" She heard the voice ask from behind the door.

"No I am not." Millie responded, clutching the gown to cover herself as best as she could. The door opened a bit more and she could see that it was not a goblin, but rather a hobbit standing behind it. He was wearing a brown robe, he had a long and unwieldy beard, and held a small sword in his hand. He peered out at her for a while, then said:

"Come closer."

Millie took a step forward, the hobbit gave her a lengthy look, pausing for a few seconds to stare at her breasts, then lowered his sword and said:

"Okay, come in."

Millie had to get on her hands and knees to crawl in through the door, and inside the roof was not very high either but she was able to sit up. She looked around, the dwelling was very simple, like it had been dug out of the ground, but it was warm and on the fireplace a pot of something was cooking and it smelled nice.

The hobbit smiled at her and said:

"Are you hungry?"

Millie nodded in reply. The hobbit walked over to the pot and scooped up a bowl full of thick soup which he handed to Millie. Millie greedily drank it down, she had not been fed well for weeks by her captors. The hobbit smiled as she used her fingers to scrape the bowl clean, took it away from her and filled it up again, handing it back to her. Millie took it, but this time she drank it down more slowly, looking at the hobbit watching her eat.

She realises she had not said anything, not even introduced herself, so she said:

"Thank you so much for taking me in."

The hobbit smiled at her, saying:

"Us hobbits are very hospitable."

Millie emptied the bowl, handing it back to the hobbit, saying:

"I don't even know how I can thank you."

The hobbit walked over to the counter, putting the bowl down, saying:

"Well, I got some ideas." Turning around and looking at Millie with a glimmer in his eyes.

Millie swallowed hard, she knew that look in a man's eyes and what it meant. Their eyes locked for a while, neither of them saying anything, then Millie thought about the precariousness of her position and thought it best to negotiate, so said:

"I need a place to sleep tonight."

The hobbit nodded, his eyes locked on Millie's big tits, gawking at them unashamedly, not saying anything. Millie continued:

"I am sure we can come to an arrangement."

Millie was certain she could see a hard-on growing under the robe of the hobbit, but still he did not say anything. Almost a minute passed in awkward silence as Millie thought in disgust about what was about to happen, then she whispered:

"I'll suck you."

The hobbits eyes moved away from Millie's breasts, and their eyes locked for a while. Then he pulled his robe over his head, revealing his hairy body and a tiny little cock standing at attention, tipped with a bright red head.