[Yes] - [Dominant Goblin]

Her hand reaches behind. Fingers drift into your hair, slow and curious as they switch between playing with the tips and combing through. She's fascinated. Her eyes stay locked on yours, gauging every flinch and shift. The gentle touches send sparks up your scalp, make your body go soft, as if it fills with poison.

All that tension crawls up your throbbing dick, an itching curiosity on the length of your shaft aching to press down and spread inside of her. It's pestering you to know what color goblin cunt is.

You wonder what other fun things she could do if she moved a little more, and the grip on her throat loosens.

In just a moment, she snakes through your grasp in a teasing twist, slipping around until her back hits the grass. Smirk. She catches your hesitation. The last bit of fear melts off her face. There's only that delicious grin, curving like she knows something you don't; eyes that glitter with a feral spark that says she's either going to kiss you in the most romantic way possible or fuck your brains out as morning exercise.

"Human smell like leaf," she says like it's a compliment. "Smell like sweat. Good sweat. Rrrrr- Sweat." She gives your captured hand a lick before throwing it towards her chest.

You have no idea how to react to this sudden shift besides instinctively kneading the place your hand decides to land on. Thick and fluffy, a little firm from the stretch, but overall robbing too much from what could've been a fun squeeze.

Meanwhile, she leans in, smile teasing but eyes sharp as a dagger.

"No stab," she purrs, voice low and heavy with promise. "Ndeal?"

You stare, unable to read her. She no longer feels scared or stupid, but calculating. Dangerous. More so than the twitchy, dagger-waving sausage-fest back at the cave. That wolf tooth around her neck feels like a warning all of a sudden. No way she's striking deals left and right and got that from a willing beast.

"Just you or all those dickhea-" you try to feign a powerful tone.

"Shhh. No stab. Got it?" She flashes her teeth like it’s some kind of victory, that same smug grin you wore when you told her that exact line earlier. "Deal? Yes?"

You drop to her level, foreheads touching as you blow breaths in each other's faces. Things are going too much her way. "I don't like the ter-"

"Kaasx! Food need herb!"

The shout cuts through the moment like the time the drunken tavern wench knocked open the wrong door and caught you jerking off.

You flinch. She doesn’t. If anything, she looks more amused. She laughs soundlessly through her nose. Doesn’t even look away from you. You’re pinned there, by her eyes, the grin, the closeness. Her breath is hot against your lips, sweet from whatever root she ate before your ambush.

“No herb smell,” she calls out with a shout, voice dripping with innocence. “Kaasx look!”

Unmoved, she lies there, daring you.

"Make deal. Kaasx... No win..." She slips a hand beneath your top, palm dragging across your chest. Her fingers strut like little dancers, counting muscles like coins in a purse she plans to steal. "Kaasx make human happy. Make human feel good. Rrrrr. Human never feel good, yes? Kaasx know."

She folds into herself, legs raised and heels locked, resting on your back. With gentle pulls, she guides your crotch against her bare pussy.