Chapter 1 - Gobblin' the Goblin
It was another sunny morning in the world of perpetual summer. The air was a bit warmer than normal, so I had decided to forego my clothing as I lounged in bed. Lying alongside my partner, Aamalyn, a tall elf with star-speckled black skin and hair that cascaded in ringlets.
We were curled up in bed having a nice read. More precisely, Aamalyn was the one with the book–reading aloud for me to hear. Reclined with her back against the wall as she sat on my body, her feet both rested squarely on my face.
I was in … no position to be reading anything at all. My body was bound in a series of ornate pink ribbons. My nails and lips were all painted. My hair brushed with not a strand out of place. I was the very picture of a human doll that Aamalyn had pampered and manicured to perfection.
I sighed contentedly as she continued to read an account of another sorcerer who had sailed the Wild Seas. A place I knew well from my pirate adventures across them.
Aamalyn took on a tone of finality as she read what I assumed to be the final sentence of the last chapter. “It is said that the great sorcerer, Lady Saagur, remains lost on the island of the nekos to this day.”
Shit, I’d gotten distracted and missed a bit of the story! Oh, well, the book was structured so each story mostly stood on its own anyway. Picking up with the next magical and kinky account was pretty easy–with the previous ones just adding some rich context. So I'd be fine, long as I could endure some obnoxious narrator briefly breaking the fourth wall to catch me up on what I’d missed.
The front door opened suddenly, and a familiar, green goblin walked into the room. As short as goblins tended to be, Daava’s build made her a presence, especially in her armor. These days, she kept her hair in a braided mohawk that fell to one side. Various rings adorned her large, pointed ears, her fangs just slightly past her darker green lips.
Daava looked over at us as if an afterthought and said, “Lilly ... Aamalyn. Hello my cute-asses.” Instead of joining us, she sat on a wooden kitchen chair and began to mull over a letter in her hand.
“Are you alright, dear one?” Aamalyn asked, glancing back without moving from her perch on me.
Daava nodded. “Yes, just … trying to figure something out. Weird happenings in Crudehook. Sorry, I’ll get out of your hair.” Without waiting for a reply, she shuffled out of the room, her expression tense.
Aamalyn and I gave each other a brief look of mutual understanding. She slid off my body and snapped her fingers. Immediately, her ribbons slid loosely to my sides. She met my eyes and said “We’ll continue this soon, little Clover.” Her nickname for me.
Still naked, I sat up, kissed Aamalyn deeply on the lips, and then grabbed my pink university robe as I ran out the door after Daava. Stopping only briefly when I caught my reflection in the mirror.
The pirate life had been kind to me, I thought. My muscles were more defined than they had ever been. My hair had lightened to an almost reddish color under the constant sun. My freckles too were in full bloom. And though my cow-shaped horns and tail were the same as ever, it was always reassuring to see them adorning me.
I exited the house and found I didn’t have to go far to find Daava sitting on a wooden seat, under the shade of the light forest around our home.
Daava looked up at me and frowned apologetically. “I’m sorry, Lilly, I didn’t mean to interrupt the two of you.”
I brushed the apology aside, sat next to her, and touched her back. Immediately, I felt a tension like rocks in her sculpted form. So I reached down the back of her shirt and began to press into the knots. As I massaged her, I asked, “What’s the matter?”
Daava sighed. “I ... went to Crudehook to see my family.”
This confession made me wince a little.
Daava's relationship with her family was more than a little strained, from what little I knew. I’d still not met any of them, even after two years.
“It’s not another plague, is it?” I asked, immediately thinking of the pandemic two years before. When humans had accidentally brought a sickness to this world that had nearly destroyed the goblin city of Crudehook. Between the sorcerers at the University and those at the Other Place, we’d barely managed to stop it.
Daava shook her head. “Nothing that bad. My mother acquired a ... faulty enchanted artifact.” She reached into her satchel and pulled out a large tooth of some unknown creature tied to a leather cord. "They're popping up all over Crudehook, and nobody at the University knows where they came from."
I furrowed my brow, with only the faintest notion that it was even enchanted. "Is that one of them?"
Daava nodded as she twirled the new tooth pendant between her black claws. “Got it from one of my brothers … but he wouldn’t tell me who gave it to him. He wanted me to cure the side-effects from it. But ... I’ve never even seen this brand of shoddy work.”
I took it in my hand, trying to peer deeper but ... nothing. "What does it do?"
"It boosts the wearer’s energy," Daava said, letting her voice trail a bit. "But causes their noses to run endlessly. Sorcerers mess up enchantments all the time, but this one feels ... weird. So I brought it to Professor Ozgrub at the University. He didn't recognize the magic, either."
Self-taught sorcerers were not exactly a rarity in a land where magic was tied to sexuality. However, those who wanted to make a living with their magic generally used reputation to counterbalance a lack of formal credentials. That a mystery sorcerer wanted to keep their identity secret was suspicious to say the least.
I handed the enchantment back and said, “You worried they might be dangerous?”
Daava nodded, her curiosity gradually replacing the funk she’d been stuck in. Leaving mostly that sense of determination I so admired and loved about her.
I smiled and rested my head against hers.
Daava smiled back and breathed in deeply as she closed her eyes. When she finally opened them again, her expression was different. She grabbed me gently by the collar she’d given me and pulled me down so that I was kneeling in front of her.
Then Daava traced my nose with the thick, black claw of her index finger and said, “You know, after all my travelling, I could really use a riding cow to carry me back to Crudehook.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Because of how wary the goblin people were about outsiders, I’d never been able to visit Crudehook. Just to be sure I was hearing right, I asked, “Are … you sure they would be okay with me there?”
Daava smiled as she pulled my chin to rest on the growing stiffness underneath her clothing. “I spoke to the goblin council. They’re willing to let me bring my pet, since she did help with the epidemic. I just have to keep her on a tight … if sadly figurative … leash.” As she spoke, she began to remove my robe.
“Damned ‘figurative’ rules,” I mumbled, now entirely naked again.
Daava pulled me loosely by the hair, on my hands and knees. Together, we went back through the door to the house.
Aamalyn was there getting dressed in her black leather. She looked between the two of us and smirked. “An evil sorcerer might be tempted to snatch a pet away from you, flaunting her like that.” She let out a sadistic smile, opening her fingers like talons as if to grab me by the throat.
Daava gave her own smoldering look back and replied. “Said evil sorcerer would be welcome to try ... when we get back in a few days. Though I would warn her that I put up quite the fight to keep what is mine.” Daava then extended her free palm and allowed a black orb to rise from her palm.
I let out a breathy sound at the exchanged. It was so hot when the two of them threat/flirted with each other. Especially when it was over me.
Aamalyn’s licked her lips. “It’s a date then.” Then, like a light switch had been flipped, Aamalyn blew each of us the sweetest of farewell kisses.
Daava and I both blew them back, just as Aamalyn left through the front door.
Daava then returned her attention to the wooden chest in front of her bed. Throwing it open, she rustled through it until she found a familiar accessory. At first glance, it looked like a backpack with way too many loops. In actuality, it was the saddle she used to ride me.
As usual, Daava helped me into the initial loops over my shoulders, always keeping my head lower than hers. When the saddle was on, Daava grabbed one on my wrists and began wrapping it behind me with a leather strap. Wait ... were these new?
After a minute or so, Daava grabbed my other wrist and bound it too. At first, this seemed like just some extra bondage. But then, Daava stepped onto the wrapped underside of one of my arms. It seemed she had made my arms into stirrups for the saddle.
“Good girl,” Daava said and placed a familiar milk candy in front of me. It had been a while since the last time I’d had one … which meant I was going to be producing a little extra milk for a while.
I took the candy with my lips and then licked the slight bit of leftover sugar from her waiting palm.
Daava moved her arm so that my tongue trailed along the underside of her wrist. Then she reached into her pocket and produced a pair of familiar gold loop earrings, connected together by a long and thin gold chain. These were the reins by which she steered me.
Immediately, Daava put them in my earlobes.
I somewhat expected her to mount me in the traditional way at that point, but the throbbing presence filling one of her pant legs, poking into my back, told me that another sort of mounting was in order.
Daava dismounted and led me by the gold chain to her bed. She looked into my eyes as she began to unfasten her clothing. Soon, she was entirely naked, her meticulously sculpted body revealed in all its glory.
After being allowed a moment to take her in visually, I felt a gentle tugging of my earlobes, pulling my face into her awaiting girlstick. At the last moment, however, I was pulled lower so that my mouth met with her scrotum.
I began to lavish her with my tongue, licking and eagerly sucking every surface I could.
Daava let out a series of heavy sighs before a long and pleasured moan. Running each of her clawed and three-fingered hands through my hair as I worshiped her, she began to whisper praise. “You suck so well … such a perfect little tongue for her owner. I’m going to make sure my perfect pet is well fed.”
Daava grabbed onto my horns and finally pulled me to her phallus.
I opened my mouth and just surrendered to the rhythm of my owner … my lover.
Daava began to explore my mouth with her erection. Filling one cheek … then the other … the roof of my mouth … and then finally down my throat.
Well practiced by now, I was able to relax my throat, the smallest gags creating a pulsing sensation for her.
Daava grunted powerfully, grabbed a handful of hair from the top of my head, and pulled me away just in time to begin coating my face with her seed. Then she panted for several moments before giving me a wry smile. “Can’t let any sorcerers on the road think you’re unclaimed can we?”
I smiled back, imagining how I must have looked with the string of her seed still on my face. I gestured at my collar and the saddle. "I was going to ask how there could have possibly been any doubt but … you're probably right. Still too much room for ambiguity. Can’t be too careful. In fact, you might need to ‘claim me’ a few more times along the way. Just to be on the safe side.”
I lowered my head and planted a loving kiss on the tip of her.
Daava’s smirk fell into another kind of smile–one that was small, warm, and genuinely encouraged. As confident as she’d grown in her sexuality, it still made my heart happy to see that the delicate and sweet person I’d first fallen in love with was still there.
