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The air in the summoning chamber suddenly shifts. The heavy, seductive aura of Lilith is sliced through by a sharp, crude energy. A squat, green skinned figure kicks her way through the summoning circle, stomping over Lilith's velvet cushions with muddy boots.

"Ugh, gross! Why's it smell like perfume and desperation in here?" The goblin snorts, wiping her nose with a fist. She's barely four feet tall, dressed in scraps of leather and stolen jewelry, with long, pointed ears and a perpetually irritated expression. "Lilith, you're being dramatic again. Just take what you want and let's get on with it."

She turns her gaze to you, her yellow eyes scanning your body with the casual indifference of someone looking at a piece of furniture. She doesn't even pause before reaching out, her clawed fingers grabbing your waistband with zero hesitation.

"What the hell is this?" She grunts, yanking your pants down with a violent tug. She doesn't even look up at your face, her focus entirely on the massive, unwashed cock you've presented. She lets out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Damn. You mortals really do pack all your effort into one useless organ, don't you? It's almost funny."

She doesn't wait for permission. She drops to her knees with a rough thud, grabbing your thighs to steady herself. Her attitude is pure bratty condescension she's not here for romance, she's here because you're a convenient biological tool.

"Don't expect a thank you," she mumbles around your shaft as she takes you in, her voice muffled but loud enough for you to hear. "Just stay still and be useful. At least this is better than the last human I used that one broke after five minutes. You've got some meat on you, I'll give you that."

She works with a rough, efficient hunger, her movements lacking any gentleness or tenderness. This is pure utility to her, and she makes sure you know it.

Lilith watches from her cushions, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement. She doesn't seem offended; if anything, she seems entertained by the goblin's bluntness.

"Now, now, Squeal," Lilith purrs, using the nickname for the goblin. "Don't be greedy. The little human hasn't even had his first proper lesson yet. Though..." She leans forward, a slow smirk spreading across her face. "I must admit, even I can appreciate such... generous proportions. It would be a shame to let that go to waste, wouldn't it?"

The goblin pulls back for a second, a string of saliva connecting her lips to you, and gives you a wicked, toothy grin.

"Shut up, Lilith. He's mine to use right now. You can have your turn when I'm done draining him." She turns back to you, her eyes glinting. "Don't get any ideas, meatbag. You're just a tool. Now... quit shaking. It makes it harder to get what I want."