Operation Redhead

Having Erica walk in on him with no clothes on and a thoroughly well-fucked goblin moaning happily in his sheets was uncomfortable, but it was nothing compared to the panic that overtook him as he heard his mother’s voice echo through the house. He looked around frantically, taking in the scene he was part of. Explaining this to her would be impossible.

“John?” his mom called up from downstairs.

The **** gamer looked directly at Erica, “I need a distraction.”

His partner looked at him, then to Tryn, then back to him, the glimmer in her eyes betraying an amusement she only just managed to keep contained. When she spoke, he expected a sarcastic joke or something, but she only said, “Sure thing. Clothes, dude.”

Right.

John grabbed a few tissues and hastily wiped his cock off before re-equipping his casual outfit. The pants were a little tight and he shifted his junk while glancing at his insensate lover, who groggily lifted her head from the bed. Getting Tryn dressed was going to be a task, and what the hell was he going to do with her after? How was he going to explain her to his mom, or Erica for that matter?

The berserker had left the room and he could hear conversation through the floor. Hopefully his partner could put together a decent reason why he’d brought two girls over and was upstairs with one of them that wasn’t ‘oh, they’re totally fucking’.

Please don’t say anything too embarrassing, Erica. Please…

“Master?” Tryn breathed the word, and it did things to his insides that made it hard to concentrate on anything but her voice. He looked over at the goblin, who was staring at him with half her face covered by the pillow. One of her hands was between her legs and sliding hypnotically in and out of her holes, stirring the cum he’d pumped into her. She scooped some of it up and stared at it with glassy eyes before licking it off her fingers.

John gritted his teeth and focused intensely on her golden irises. The hunger that her magic had brought out of him was sated, but he was still a young adult and his sex drive subscribed to the philosophy of ‘no such thing as too much of a good thing’. It was really, really, really difficult not to let that be the guiding principle when he had a girl with her legs spread in his bed, eating the proof they’d just fucked out of her pussy.

“Tryn, please. I need you to get dressed.”

She paused, halfway through glazing her pussy with another thick strand of his cum and gave him a look that was somewhere between insulted and confused, “But being naked is so much better… Come on… Take all these stuffy clothes off.” Tryn used her free hand to grab at his shirt and tug on it lightly.

“My mom is home.”

“So?”

The goblin’s nonchalant attitude stunned John. He stared at Tryn in disbelief, trying to wrestle with the realization that she honestly didn’t care.

What the hell kind of culture does she come from?

A part of John knew that Tryn wasn’t human, but he’d mentally catalogued that as a physical difference between him and the goblin. He’d entirely failed to account for the fact that a different species might think differently too. The realization hit like a sucker punch, bolstered by an immediate urge to berate himself for being such an utter moron. John balled his fingers into fists and took a deep breath.

“She’s-” he caught himself halfway through snapping at Tryn, “not like us. She’s a normal human… and you’re… not. It’s bad enough that you’re naked, let alone everything else!” He ran a hand through his hair and ground his teeth together. Getting angry wouldn’t solve the problem…

“Oh,” the goblin’s voice fell slightly, a little bit of a slur to it, “right. Humans are weird and uptight about sex. Why can’t you just fuck whoever, wherever and whenever you want?” Tryn sat up, licking her fingers clean and grumpily continued, “Why does it matter?

“Did you know that some kinds of elves have these giant public orgies every season? I read about them in Abyssal Geographic. Oh, and there are these trolls that wear their sex slaves on their bodies like jewelry. Pregnant women are super fancy and a sign of high status, as they should be! That sounds fun, doesn’t it, Master? I’d be your fashion accessory any day…”

“Tryn.”

“Why are humans so prudish? You have all these fun perversions, but you don’t share them with anyone and most of you are monogamous!” the goblin spat the word like a curse. “There’s nothing wrong with being into kinky stuff!”

“Tryn!”

She blinked and looked down at where John had grabbed her shoulders, then up at him with concern in her eyes, “Yes, Master?”

“Get. Dressed,” John said.

Tryn’s face twisted through several different feelings as she wrestled with his command and her notion of what she felt was appropriate. For a moment, rebelliousness seemed to be winning out, “But…”

It was kind of cute, in a way. She fidgeted in place, staring at him with puppy dog eyes and failing to keep herself from instinctively reaching for the gemstone amulet that had hidden her true form before. As her fingers touched it, she sighed, closed her eyes and unceremoniously put the necklace on. The change was immediate and John breathed a sigh of relief as his bed now contained a naked human girl instead of a goblin.

That’s one thing down. Alright… clothes.

John glanced around his room to where Tryn’s outfit lay on the floor. He picked up the stripperiffic mess of clothing and stared at it for a couple seconds before shoving it into his inventory. This wouldn’t do. She needed something that wouldn’t look like it belonged on the cover of Playgirl: After Dark. Quickly, he dug around in his closet and grabbed the first two things that would probably fit her human form.

“Here. These should fit,” he said, offering her the clothes.

Tryn looked at them, then at him, and tugged on the bottom of his shirt. “Can I have this instead? Please?”

Alright. Why not, it can’t hurt, right?

John struggled out of the shirt, only realizing after he’d handed it over that he could’ve unequipped it via his inventory. Tryn snatched it out of his fingers, buried her face in it and took a deep, shuddering breath before pulling it over her head. It was a good thing that he was still considerably bigger than her… her breasts barely fit in the fabric and her nipples were clearly visible through it. It was hard not to stare.

“Whoa… er… um… pants. Right. Pants.”

Tryn smiled and giggled, getting up from the bed and walking over to his closet to find something suitable. She left a patch of slick sheets and was not subtle about the way she wiggled her bare ass in his direction as she bent over to look through his pile of used clothes. A bead of white appeared from her pussy lips and slowly grew into a long strand of cum that dripped out of her and onto the floor. John stared as it hit the floor a second before Tryn pulled on a pair of his boxers. She looked back at him, smiled, and pulled his shirt down over her ass.

Fucking… hell. Okay, come on. Get it together. She’s dressed, what else? Think…

Tryn stood up and picked through his clothing, glancing back at John with a thoughtful look on her face. She pulled a grey shirt off its hangar and offered it to him. “Your clothes, Master.”

Oh, yeah. That.

“Thanks,” John said, taking the shirt and equipping it through his inventory. “Hey, while we’re in public, can you not call me ‘Master’? When we’re alone or with Erica it’s fine, but otherwise I’d really prefer John.”

“You don’t like it?”

“Huh? No, that’s not the point. I… uh… I don’t want to cause any misunderstandings or anything.”

Tryn stared at him like he’d just said that the sky was purple. Her mouth opened, then closed several times before she sputtered, “Misunderstandings? Wouldn’t it cause more of those if I went around acting like you don’t own me? How is anyone supposed to know that they have to ask for your permission to touch my tits or grab my ass? I’m not walking around with your name on my neck yet!”

Yet? Hold on a second, that’s kind of a big deal to just assume! I mean, I barely know her. It does sound pretty hot though… maybe putting her on a leash would… Not now. Figure that out another time.

“We can talk about that later. Please, just keep things to a minimum around my mom. It’s going to be hard enough to explain things without you flirting and being all sexy. Just… be normal?”

Now Tryn looked like he’d slapped her. “Normal? I am normal! This is who I am, Master! Why do I have to act like a prissy little virgin for her? What’s wrong with just being myself? What’s wrong with you fucking me? I liked it, you liked it, so why do we have to hide it?” Her ears perked up and she put both her hands on her hips, aiming her chest at him like a pair of soft, squishy cannons.

Damn it, I don’t have time to argue this. C’mon… think… there’s got to be a way to convince her. She’s always saying that I should take control, how do I do that? This isn’t my area of expertise! Be dominant…

John wracked his brain for something, anything that would get him through this situation. He’d watched some hardcore BDSM porn a few times and had played a master/**** themed visual novel once… but using porn logic on a real person wouldn’t work! He looked at the pouting goblin standing in front of him. It wouldn’t… would it?

What do I have to lose?

He had no magical lust to help him take the next step, and it took more confidence than he felt he could fully muster, but John dredged up every bit of courage he had. Tryn was a walking pornstar… if this didn’t work, then he wouldn’t easily forgive himself for it… it went exactly counter to something his mom had drilled into him… but…

Stop being a coward and just do it!

John slapped the goblin.

He didn’t put a lot of **** into it, and from her gasping reaction, he wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, but she stopped complaining and looked up at him intently. There was even a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Tryn. I need you to do this. I don’t have to ask again, do I?” he held his breath at the end of his strictest order. What if she refused? He felt bad enough about the slap, could he push things further? Should he?

“Yes… John,” Tryn purred.

Oh, thank… uh… Gaia. That seems more appropriate than ‘god’.

John barely held back a sigh of relief. For maybe the first time since he’d met Tryn, the reins were finally in his hands, and he was starting to understand how to use them. He patted her on the head and said the magic words, “Good girl.”

She trembled with ecstacy.

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Laughter was the first thing that greeted John when he descended the staircase. It came from the kitchen and he could recognize both Erica and his mother’s voices in it. At least they were hitting it off… now for the moment of truth. John gestured to Tryn and they walked into the room together. Brenda and Erica were sitting at the main kitchen table and Adorabelle was nowhere to be seen. His mom immediately waved them over with a huge smile on her face.

“Oh, you must be Moira! It’s so good to meet you!”

John felt like someone had punched him in the gut.

What.

He glanced at the girl beside him, blinking dumbly as certain details clicked together. Short… red haired… british-adjacent... his ‘girlfriend’... That’s what his mother knew about Moira. She’d never met the Warden in person. Oh…

Oh for fuck’s sake, Erica!

John’s attention snapped from Tryn, who was giving him a confused look, to his partner. The berserker was having trouble keeping herself from bursting into laughter, but the giant, shit-eating grin on her face showed that she was beside herself. She stifled a giggle with one hand and then gave him a little shrug as if to say ‘hey, dude, not my fault’. Gritting his teeth, John turned back to his mother, “Yes. This is Moira… Brighton. My girlfriend.”

To his surprise, Tryn’s expression changed immediately, as if she’d flipped an internal switch. The goblin walked right up to his mother and sat at the table beside her, “Hi! I guess Ma… my cute boyfriend’s told you lots about me?”

“Not nearly as much as I’d like! He always gets embarrassed about these sorts of things and never wants to tell his poor mother about any of his friends. It’s nice to finally meet some of them!” Brenda gave her son a faux scathing look and John refused to meet it, “I was starting to think he might have been lying about you just to get me to stop pestering him about it.”

Both Tryn and Erica looked at him and John found pity in their eyes. It hurt. “Can you not? Please?” he pleaded with his mom, and she relented.

“Fine, fine…” Brenda gave him a wink and then turned back to Tryn, intent on interrogating her son’s beau. The goblin seemed fine with it, answering as noncommittally as possible and taking on the role she’d been assigned with the skill of a professional actor. She teased out what Brenda already ‘knew’ about her and worked from there. John was impressed.

Things could’ve gone a lot worse. I’ll need to apologize to Moira about it later but… it’s better than having no excuse. I’ll need to thank Tryn when this is all over too.

He sighed and zoned out of the conversation, looking around the room aimlessly as though it would allow him to escape the situation physically instead of just mentally. John’s attention drifted from the rack of knives on the countertop up and over the cabinets and down to the table, across the assortment of cut fruit his mom had probably put together for Erica and to the teacup in her hands. She was covering it, almost protectively. John looked up at his partner, and to his surprise, she met his look with a serious expression.

Something nudged his arm, he looked down to see Erica’s phone, open to a note:

‘mom not problem
had call from seer’

Oh. Shit.

He nodded to her and passed the phone back. She typed something new into it with one hand, taking longer than he would’ve liked. The waiting let his discomfort swirl in his stomach and he wanted to snap at her to hurry up. When she was done, she set it beside John’s hand and inserted herself back into the conversation. The words on the screen gripped his heart with icy claws and squeezed:

‘lost in dark a girl wanders longing beating in her chest
empty absent soulless hunger driving her unto the next
fear the nightly horrors for as the rumors tell
forth goes the girl to the estate at the sunless bell
sound ominous?’

At first he had no idea what it meant, but then something dawned on him. There was someone that Lorelei promised to keep her supernatural eyes on, a person that she knew he and Erica would be looking for… but… no. It was impossible, she was dead. Wasn’t she?

We never found a body.

Vanessa could still be out there.

John opened his menu, using the phone to hide the motions needed, and pulled up the quest that Mrs. Wentworth had forcibly assigned him that morning. Gone were the consequences… but the quest still existed and the objective hovered before his face like a splash of cold water.

- Locate Vanessa Hawthorne

“I didn’t know that my son was helping the theater program,” the mention snapped his focus back to the present and John found himself drawn back into the conversation between the others at the table. “It’s good to help your friends, but don’t miss too many more classes because of it, okay?”

Huh?

“Sorry, ma’am,” Tryn said.

Brenda smiled at the goblin, “Oh, you are just adorable!” She looked like she wanted to pounce on Tryn and hug her until she exploded. “Don’t worry about it. You only get to be young once, savor it. After you get out of school, you’ve got the fun ahead of you of getting a job and then being worked to the bone by relentless bosses…”

His mother sighed loudly and then perked herself back up, noticing her son had started paying attention to things again. A smile crossed her lips, one that John recognized. She was about to do something extremely embarrassing.

“You’re both adults, so enjoy each other, but… remember to use a condom! Contain that viper before you pipe her”

“Mom!” John protested, a blush burning into his cheeks.

Erica was unable to keep herself contained anymore and burst out laughing. Brenda’s expression showed absolutely no regret and she was clearly enjoying embarrassing him. Tryn… said nothing. Her mouth opened slightly into a little ‘o’, and John just knew that she was about to burst into a lewd tirade about their sexual adventures… but it didn’t happen. Instead, she closed her lips, made a cute wince and asked a single question.