Refuse the coin

Hopkins outstretched his hand to hers, but instead of taking the coin, he wraped his hand around and closed her palm. "No. I no need coin. You need coin more."

Lottie was dumbfounded, before her face began to contort and wrinkle as tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Hopkins... no... you..." There was a loud clatter as she dropped the coins and clutched his shirt tight, her sobbing face buried against his chest. "You dummy... you... you too kind." She retreated her head slightly, just enough so that her eyes could wander up to meet his; they were so large and so blue, the edges a little red and moist. "No, I cannot let you leave with nothing. If not coin, then next best thing..."

She drew herself in with her head tilted and her eyes shut tight, dragging Hopkins down by the collar so that she could kiss him on the lips.

The kiss dragged on -not unpleasantly mind you- until she parted, so overwhelmed with emotions in that moment that her face had **** but to be vapid. The pupils of her eyes buzzed between looking into his eyes, his face, and his lips.

"Lottie, I- thanks."

His response made her break from her stupor. "You are so silly, I not done yet." With that she kissed him again, but this time more confidently, now assured that he liked what she was doing to him, one hand draging its fingers across his hair and the other caressing the slowly expanding bulge in his pants. The caresses turned into a break-in as they **** their way through the hem, her hand now caged inside, tugging gently here and there and getting the feel for the shape and size, her fingers seemingly in several different places at once, almost awkwardly probing around, but not quite; they betrayed the touch of someone who has pleasured before, but they weren't pleasuring yet; no, they were playing around as if to say they haven't done this in a while. She smiled happily, breaking from the kiss once again.

"I appreciate," she said, slowly beginning to jerk him off, his cock near its full, "what you did for brother and me," she continued, twisting her wrist, her nimble fingers dancing up and down rhythmically, "not many would do that." Her eyes drifted down to his where his cock was under his pants, a content look on her face. She coo'd as his cock jumped. "Is a nice cock."

"T-thanks... ah..."

A silent laugh blew from her nostrils, as if chuckling internally. "You not like other men. You is nice."

She picked up the pace, her hand stroking him faster. She leaned in for a kiss, but found Hopkins to have such a cute look on his face- a breathless agape mouth which panted, and drooping eyes that looked glazed and unfocused- that it took her by such surprise that she could only watch in wonderment. It twitched more and more, as if he was holding back and trying to release at the same time; his hips thrusted just so slightly, as if what she was doing was good but not good enough for the release that he wanted oh so badly right that moment. Lottie just continued to stroke him off, no fancy tricks or techniques, until suddenly she could feel his cock bulge premptively with cum travelling up the shaft, and then; blam! Hopkins let out a whimper, his body tensing in pulses as white sticky goodness shot out and then was stopped by the cloth of his pants, staining the outsides visibly. The goblin girl removed her hand and inspected it, like the hand was something she had never seen before.

"Oh!" she marvelled, "so white!" She poked a gooey drop with the tip of her tongue. She winced a little, but tried to hide it out of politeness. "It's... good."

He couldn't help but chuckle, and then thanked her for the time as he adjusted his pants. As he was walking towards the door, Lottie paced up to him, and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Come back later; Willieburr will wanna thank too, I'm sure."