[Deal]

You grit your teeth and nod.

What else can you do? You're running out of time, boiling over. And let's be honest, a fuck's worth more than playing the lone hero in your ratty pajamas. Whatever those shitty terms are, you can just haggle later.

Kaasx catches the nod, grinning. "No stab. Kaasx make happy."

She slides closer, hips pressing into you like a battering ram with muscle memory, riled up after all the "happy" talk.

With one arm supporting her, the other traces patterns across your ribs, lazy but playful, fingertips sharp enough to draw blood if she wanted even with the short nails.

But she's holding back. You can feel it. She is your sole focus.

No matter how much you listen to her, she breathes like something from the woods. Around you, among soft rustles, distant calls, and the faint chirp of bugs too busy fucking to care you're about to do the same, she sounds like she fits right in.

"Human lucky. Kaasx generous," she says, her voice a mocking sweetness.

So far it's... something. You swallow hard and brace yourself for whatever's next.

Kaasx's hand slides lower, brushing against the bulge you hope holds up under scrutiny. The verdict... She just giggles, like she's keeping the punchline to herself. "Human tense. Relax. Kaasx good."

Before you can snap back, she leans in and bites your neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to claim you, like that fat cat back home that catches mice just to play with them.

It takes everything you have not to shove her off. Your chest swells, muscles tight under her dangerous touch. And she feels every change, whispering against your skin, "No stab. Deal. Kaasx keep promise."

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod again. At this point, you'd probably agree to anything she asked.

Her hands roam freely now, not shy about exploring. She's testing boundaries, spots you hadn't had a hand reach before, careful to give more attention to any area that seems to draw a reaction out of you.

"Human like Kaasx," she murmurs, voice thick with lust. Hunger for an inexperienced boy she can ravage like a wild animal. "Kaasx like human too."

Her words stir something weird in your gut. Warm, ticklish... hard to name. You don't answer. You just let her lead instead, let her show you what happy means.

A small hand finds yours and drags it up, eyes locked as if she wants to read your mind. Do you know where it’s heading? Of course you do. But like any proper degenerate, you let her lead you there anyway.

Down the neck, over the rabbit fur wrap, and into her cleavage. It hooks the rim with your index finger and gives it a gentle tug, just enough so that nothing happens. But as soon as you pull, the wrap undoes itself, slides down to her stomach as your face gets dragged into her chest. The stiff nipple pushes your cheek in and slips between your lips, a smoky fragrance from whatever wood she burned rough on your nose. Just one lick coats your tongue with it. She tastes salty, wild, a flavor you would've never believed you'd come to like.

While she cradles your head like a pet, you lick harder, suck, and kiss, her fingers curling possessively into your hair. The press of her bare skin is raw and filled with a savage warmth, a body that burns hotter than any human's. Your senses are flooded with her scent, her taste, her heartbeat and the involuntary twitches that you can finally use for a read on her...

Relief. She likes it... Maybe more than you do.

Her finger dig deeper, dragging down the back of your head and across your shoulders, kneading every inch they can claim. Smooth, chill, and slick with sweat, catching droplets that had been collecting the heat between you. Your ragged breaths drown her soft panting, mouthfuls of air gasped as if she's **** you. All these sensations fuel a tremble in her chest.

You reach out as well, hands shaking as they explore the curve of her waist, her hips, the softness that masks the strength beneath. You find muscle, subtle, but trained and capable, places that make you realize how easily this could've gone wrong if she caught you with your pants down when she wasn't dick-hungry.

At every touch, low moans slip free as her fingers return to your hair like it's her favorite thing, pulling your face closer to hers.

She takes a toothless bite at first, lips barely brushing yours. Soft, hungry, tasting faintly of candy. Deeper kisses follow, teeth nipping, that end in tongue wrestles. There's a **** hunger in her mouth, promises of rabid fuck-filled nights and mornings you could spend inside her. And the thought of not having them leave your chest cold and empty. You won't be able to do without her anymore and you wish with everything you have for her to feel the same.

The pair of green hands slip lower, teasing the flimsy waistband of your trousers, fingers curling around the edge as she pulls and releases. The knuckles brush your skin, a playful hum slipping from her mouth like a hyena's laugh before the bite. There's a spark within her eyes, surprise and interest, as if she's seeing dick for the first time. Meanwhile, you're glad not to disappoint...

Her grinds turn to skin on skin, the curve of your dick mounting her pussy's ditch like arrow in a crossbow. The slick folds glide against your shaft, hungry and twitching with every pass. Your cock keeps slipping past her cunt's entrance, each near-miss sending a stab of frustration through you. Yet she only grinds harder, needier, as if daring you to lose control. One brutal motion, and she impales herself, tip to hilt in one unforgiving stroke... You moan, nearly scream for the breath you're drained of. So does she. And the world pauses for a second as both of you recover from the surprise, the electrifying slap, the jolt that courses your veins and strangles you.

She recovers before you, hips already picking up speed. Afraid you'll lose her if you don't hold tight enough, your hands slide down her back, fingers slipping on sweat-slick skin. Each time your grip fails, your reach becomes more ****, until you finally catch her for real and drop your weight into her.

Slap. Slick. Smack.

Every thrust lands like a soldier's boot in a puddle, wet, brutal, unyielding. Her pussy juices splatter the grass, cling to your shaft, slick your balls, and pool beneath her in a sticky mess. The thicker cream covers your dick like lard, flowing to the base at every entry, while her tight pussy scrapes off the excess. Only the necessary remains, just enough slick to drag, enough friction to scrape you raw. Every rough, relentless thrust blanks your mind and tears a piece of your mask away, until all that remains on your face is a look of infatuation, begging for her love.

"Se-hee? Ah!..." she whispers against your ear. "Kaasx know. Human ne-ed. Kaasx give."

Then she kisses you again. Slower, mouth open and intent on leaving her scent all over your face.

Under her kiss, your lose your identity. You're not sure who you are anymore. No longer the half-assed soldier or the pajama hero who chased green ass barefoot through the underbrush. But maybe just a man, one with fucked up tastes, ensnared by green thighs and questionable life choices. An empty-minded, horny husk learning what it feels like to be loved by the "animal" you came to slay.

You only see what she is capable of once she begins tearing into your clothes. Rough and impatient, hurried by the need of a beast in heat. Between panting breaths, she rips your shirt, bites through seams and discards any piece of feeble fabric standing her way just so she can reach flesh quicker. Mid-motion, she tosses the chest bunny that's been nestling by her stomach, just as your sword lands by your side, which she kicks a few feet away. Now you're both playing fair, unarmed and contending with only your bare bodies.

She launches into a roll, only a blur of green in front of your eyes before she tops you. Your cock is **** to her deepest parts yet as she straddles, breath catching in her throat. Her thighs clamp around you. Sometimes to restrain, other times to anchor herself as she throws her entire weight down on you. Her calves flatten against her thighs with every drop, angled in such a way that she denies you hold of her waist. And you can only watch and take it, look on through moans while your dick keeps disappearing inside her. You're ****, high on a fear that she would stand up and bolt, so you reach for whatever you can grasp of her. You grab her leg hard enough to leave marks, fingers clawing into her hair so she can never pull away. And she leans in for another kiss, her tongue reaching you before her lips...

...

You don't know how long this lasts. This sweat-slick grind of breath and needs, fucks in every conceivable way as she's training your body to crave goblin ass, each thrust a lesson you surrender to. She's not just taking your first, but rewriting what your dick will forever stand for...

You lose track of the sounds you made, groans and moans you couldn't hold, while catching her every laugh. And at the end of it all? A victorious chuckle, as if she's won. She's been edging your orgasm long enough for a fox to come, watch a couple of minutes, then leave to maybe find a goblin of its own, the pauses and shifts in speed picked at the perfect time to prolong the moment.

Without warning, her hands grab your face and she slams herself against your lap without further restraint. The quickest she can and the hardest she can muster with what's left of her strength. You're sore and tired, covered in a mixed stink of forest greens and bush fuck. But you push yourself, grasp her your hardest lest you suffer a blueballing even the bards will sing of.

Finally, you feel that familiar summit of your jerk-offs, more intense than you have ever felt, like a punch to your heart and a headache that makes everything seem out of focus. You're coming like it's your first time, your body betraying your previous show of **** with gratitude carved in cum. Every convulsion of your body fills Kaasx's with ropes of semen while your pulsing cock seals her up. Every tiny shift squelches with the mess you've made, as if you're a cute pair of rubber ducks.

And all throughout, your every breath comes out as a moan, Kaasx's orgasm matching your own. She paced everything so that it would.

"Hoo-uh..." you breath, relieved to have experienced this, for it to be over, Kaasx chiming in with her own set of sounds. "Hu..."

Kaasx's kiss slows, her forehead resting against yours. It's trembling, damp from the exercise. Soft pants fill your mouth with the last remainders of her stamina, her fingers still curled around the back of your neck like she's afraid you'd be the one to run now, at this point a mutual feeling. And you both collapse.

There you lie, in the grass, bare-chested and half-fucked, tangled up with... a goblin out of all things, semen flowing out of her like honey down a bear's paw... Yet somehow you're not against it. You feel clear-headed and without regret. Happy and content, as if you've found your goal in life. Your path is solid and built with purpose... You can feel it. Your senses return in a heightened state, as if you've broken through an invisible barrier.

Around you, the world trickles back into focus. Wind rustles leaves with greater strength. No, it's just your hearing became sharper. In the distance... something's chirping like it's trying to applaud the performance. Another place, the bush giggles lik-... Giggles?

Yes, you can feel it... See it, even.

Two pairs of eyes... gleaming with mischief from the nearby bush, their giggles soft, but there, like those of the whores waving their napkins at knights after morning training...