Well, you are what you eat.

Stereotypically, it is said that goblins are good at sneaking and watching. A race of sex-obsessed natural skulkers.

If the memories I'd eaten were any indication, that stereotype was more fact than fiction, and I used that experience to set up outside the town of Barley and wait for a chance to arise. The first few hours kept me nervous as I waited for each person to point at the treeline and scream for the militia. But by noon, I was just tired and annoyed. The militiamen who guarded the gate of the palisade were lazy but dutiful, and never left their post alone.

The people who left town to head to their farms, or such, were often in groups, and the people who wandered in were few.

It wasn't until the third hour of the afternoon that I got a likely chance. Once of the militiamen wandered away from the gate and started towards the treeline. For a moment I felt wary, but as the man approached; large and round-faced, with a scar on his forehead, I knew why he'd come.

The answer was clear in how he was fiddling with his trousers.

I gathered my thoughts and made a snap judgement, the big fellow didn't look too bright. There was a looseness to his mouth and a blankness to his gaze, an uncertainty to his stance.

I snuck through the underbrush to intercept him, standing at a distance meant to draw him deeper. I wore the tatters of a dress, and though the goblin's face was unpleasant I knew the body to be tempting. The big fellow started pissing against a tree and I picked a stone up from the ground. I took a breath and tossed it against the tree, watching as the man jumped and looked around.

I summoned the memories of this body and waved shyly at the man, wearing the most bashful expression I could muster. He looked surprised and then wary, he clutched his spear and for a moment looked like he'd call for reinforcements. "Hey, big guy, show a little compassion."

He looked utterly shocked at the clear words, so different from the harsh language of the goblins. "Who're you?"

"I'm Gree'ek. I'm a good goblin." I leaned forward, a calculated gesture to emphasize my breasts, and tilted my head. The goblin woman had put a lot of work into her seductions, and the gestured produced were natural. "I ran away from the tribe, I didn't want to hurt people; I'm tired of running, though, so could you leave me be?"

"I don't know." He scratched his head. "Bobby says you 'ent to be trusted."

"Normal goblins, sure. We're disgusting vermin." I stepped towards him, hesitantly, and let my eyes mist up; a useful skill Gree'ek had cultivated. "But, can't you see I'm different?"

"I 'ent seen a goblin like you, that's fer sure." His eyes flickered across my chest, lingering for a moment too long. I took another step closer. My face barely came up to his groin, but that was to my advantage; he hadn't put his cock away after his piss. I touched his leg and gave a closed-mouth smile.

"It doesn't need to be a favor, you know." I put a note of sultriness into my voice. "We can do an exchange, a kindness for a kindness."

He flushed as his cock stiffened slightly, turning away and trying to stuff his member back into his trousers. "Sorry."

"It's okay, I like big men. Strong men." I moved quickly, getting into position. I looked up at him, my face inches from his cock. "What do you say? You let me go, and I'll teach you how to please a woman?"