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The Demon and the Goblin

(Part 2)

Red skinned hands, lips, scars, hot breath.

The words that escaped his lips didn’t even have the time to fully cool off before Keeper pressed them against Cal’s, letting out another rumble under her. Sweet rum and lust filled the two’s mouths as their tongues finally crashed together. Swiping and swirling around one another, Keeper pushing more of that almost foot long tongue into her. Threatening the back of her mouth, like he was going to force her to swallow him up like she was trying to. Small, tanned human colored hands gripped at the sides of the demons face, pulling him into her more. Her back arched in to press more of her bare skin to the heat that he gave off. And, almost on instinct, his massive hand fell into the crux of her back, dragging her down into him.

A break for air was met with Keepers hips grinding upwards. Cal was sitting way too fucking high up for his liking, and he planed to fix that. Sitting up on one elbow, her small body slid down his till she landed on the still covered bulge in his lap. The heat coming from both of their sexes could very easily combust if they weren’t careful. A yip came from Cal as she finally felt the huge lump of Keepers cock. It throbbed against her, forcing itself between her soaked lips. Pressing against the little button at the top of her sex, teasing it with how covered it still was. But playing was half the game.

“Aw Cal, what’s wrong,” Keeper teased, leaning his head back to get a better look at her. Thick thighs, wide hips, a chubby hourglass, and massive tits for a goblin, sat on his covered cock. Looking like she was about to explode already, her eyes fighting to not cross from just the way his cock throbbed between her pussy lips. “Need some help little one,” he asked, lowering his eyes at her. His mouth curving into a fanged smirk, like a beast about to devour its prey. A single large hand rested on her hip, before gripping down. Red fingers dug into the plump flesh, making it bulge and fold around his fingers.

“My Keeper!,” she protested, her eyes fluttering in her head. Making her have to force them open just to keep them from sealing shut.

“Shh-shh-shh,” his voice was soft, yet demanding. “I got you baby. Don’t worry, you’re in-,” his words paused just as he pushed back. Grinding her pussy against the log in his underwear, just to pull her back forward. “Good hands.”

The demon groaned, the sight and the wet feeling that was starting to cover the top half of his cock was delicious. With on hand, he used her body as a grinding pad, rubbing his throbbing sex up and down her folds. Small hands quickly moved to catch the whine like moans that tried to escape Cal’s lips. She covered her mouth with both hands just enough to muffle the sounds that rolled out of her. It was music to Keepers ears, rolling his head back while his hand tugged at her. Letting the sounds and pleasure he was receiving just was over him like baptismal waters, drowning himself in the holy water that was Cal’s whining.

Cal’s moaning intensified, her body tightening up and her legs began to shake. Like a dog to a whistle, Keepers head snapped up. The change in her body language and the way her legs tightened on his hips let him know what was happening. Cal was about to cum on top of him and he’d rather be purified into ash than miss this. The glowing light of his eyes tightened as he watched, digging his upper fang into his bottom lip, almost breaking the skin.

“Come on Cal,” he edged, pushing her down harder onto the tip of his cock. Making sure to catch the ring of his head against her clit over and over again. “Please cum for me, please Cal,” he begged, his voice harsh and rough. As if he was also at the point of climax just from this. To him, this was just as good.

“K-Keeper,” a muffled cry escaped the tight laced fingers as she rose and rose to the point of no return. And as if he just knew, Keepers grinding tightened, forcing her clit to flick quickly back and forth over his tip. Cals whole body jerked, as the rolling pleasure of her climax rushed over her. His hands didn’t stop, keeping the pace and letting her ride out the whole climax to its full potential. And just before he started to over stimulate her from the speed, he stopped and just pushed her down onto him. Holding her in place.

Keeper propped himself up on the joints of his massive wings so he could use both hands. Taking her other hip in his hands, practically wrapping them all the way around her. Pulling her off his cover, and now soaked cock, he picked her up like she weighed nothing, over his head. A squeaky came from Cal as she was randomly airborne, just to look down to see him lifting her to his mouth. He press her lower lips to his, and like a dehydrated man in the desert, he drank her. Flicking that long tongue out, it rolled all the way up her sex. From entrance to swirling around her clit, he covered all of her in the thick saliva that dripped and mixed with her juices. Slurping all of her into his mouth, he made it a point to growl against her, sending shockwaves up her body.

“Fuck-,” Keeper growled into her, letting his mouth drop open again. One of his hands wrapped under her ass, pillowing it out against his forearm for her to stay up. Cal fell forward just slightly, using his horns like handle bars to keep balanced in his grasp. That tongue snaked out once more, he needed more. He had to taste more of her, like an addiction. The tip of his tongue pressed hard against her entrance before plopping itself inside of her.

“Oh my gods!,” Cal couldn’t stop herself this time, as that extra appendage probed its way inside of her. It filled her insides, licking circles inside of her. Dragging against every inch of inner walls she had, before it started to roll inside of her. Like waves, that fat tongue pressed against her walls as she cried out to him. Unable to keep her balance and cover her mouth, her voice echoed against the cobblestone walls and out into the open air of the Colosseum.

Keeper was determined to make her cum on his tongue, wanting to drink her climax out of her right from the source. Rolling and flicking his tongue inside her, he let more of it out to press against her clit. Using the arm she was sitting on to make her grind her pussy against his tongue. And to top it all off, the constant growl like moans that came from him made his tongue vibrate against her. This was too much for even him at this point, which is a feat in itself to make a demon this needy. But it was so simple for Cal to drive him crazy like this, she was his. His best friend, his goblin.

His meal.

That craze made Keepers free hand move, ripping his cock out of his underwear. He gripped his length tight, squeezing it hard once before moving. Using the still warm lubrication Cal’s orgasm left on his length to let his hand slide up and down. He stroked his cock, up and down in tandem with the rolling of his tongue. Matching his hands pace with the pace of his pleasing of Cal. He wanted to feel it, just like she was. And with the way she was moaning and tightening up, he wouldn’t have to wait long for his meal.

With just a few more hard flicks and grinding of his tongue on and in her, another orgasm rolled over her. Like drip feeding her cum rolled down his tongue and into his mouth. Keeper drank and drank and drank, his eyes rolling into the back of his head from, the sheer taste of her essence alone. Keeper fed from her till there was not a single drop of it left. Letting his cock go, he retuned his hands to her soft skin of her back. Pulling her away from his mouth, he let his tongue drag once more before it popped out of her. He held her mid air, he letting his eyes rolling into back into place before meeting her gaze.

“T-that was-,” Call tried to speak.

“So fucking good, you did so fucking good,” he moaned, burying his face into her stomach.

“But I’m not done-,” lowered eyes glared up at her. Slowly lowering her down, and sitting her on his lap in a way that let his cock rest, standing up in front of her. Looking at it, it damn near reached the poor girls lungs as it sat against her midsection. “I’m gonna make you cum on every possible inch of me that I can. If I have to make you grind against my knee, I will. Till I’m the only thing you’ll ever think about when you cum again-“

The seriousness in his voice was almost scary to hear out loud, but Cal just smiled down at him. Taking his flirting session as a way to catch her breath.

“But-,” his voice dripped out. His long tail slithered out and ran up her back. Like a snake, it wrapped around her fragile neck three times before using the last bit of it to cover her mouth like a gag. “Let me help you keep quiet this time.” Cal let out a whimper, but before she could protest he was already lifting her up. Aiming her entrance to sit against the way too fat tip of his cock. If she wasn’t a goblin, there would be no way that thing would even fit inside her.

“Ready?,” he asked, making sure his girl was ready to take him.

Cal nodded, eyes locked on his. She desperately wanted to see the expression he made when her walls finally wrapped around his cock.

“Good.”

End Part 2

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Trigger warning for ||blood||

The curse of the Pembrook children, always seeking a parent that was truly there. Even at the detriment of their own sanity.

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The Demon and the Goblin:

(This is a written retelling of a canon event that actually happened live in campaign.)

(Questions welcome, link to physical art piece at the end.)

Cold walls, the sound of laughter and merriment echoed through the air of the colosseum. Cut off from the rest of Hell and the dangers the world outside held if the safety of Azael wasn’t a constant. Cal, a half goblin-half saytr and the Druid and leader of the rocks guild, haphazardly wobbled her way back to the shared room she had been assigned for this event. Having been drinking most of the day, her small body was warm and her bed had been calling to her for the past hour or so. And being the only female in a room full of five demon males, luck of the draw maybe, made calling it an early night so much easier. Maybe, if she got to the room and up into her top bunk before anyone else decided to go to bed she could just go to bed and ignore the rowdy boys that were bound to barge in and want her attention if she wasn’t already asleep.

Small hands reached over her head and stretched out as she pushed the thin sheet they had been given as a makeshift door to the side. “By the Gods,” Cal whined, grabbing the hem of her shirt and tugged it off. Her pants, underwear, and bra followed close behind. Walking over to her and Keeper, the demon and warlock of the rocks guilds things. Pulling his backpack to her, she dug into it and pulled out a tee shirt that was close to three times her size and threw it over her naked body. The perks of having someone who is close to seven and a half feet tall is their shirts are like dresses. The fabric fell over her soft skin, dragging down almost to her ankles before stopping. “Thanking you Keeper,” she said, turn into look up at her bed. “Now I just have to figure out a way to-,” red eyes stared up at the top bunk that looked miles away down here. “Shit.”

Sometimes being a Druid and being able to grow things anywhere came in handy. Cal had managed to get up by growing a long vine from the cobblestone ceiling and using it to pull herself into bed. Refusing to even try to drunkenly climb up the thin metal ladder. Cal cuddled up quickly, throwing the thick blanket over her whole body, trying to ignore the waves her pillow was making against her like a raging ocean. Now to just try and fall asleep. Time passed, Cal couldn’t tell how much but she was brought back to the cruel awake world when the bed rocked and the metal creaked and whine under the weight of something. One of the boys must have made their way to bed, the bed shook again and she just assumed either Damien(Keepers brother) or Keeper was heading to bed as well and just flopped down on the closest bed.

*Fwip-Fwip-Fwip*

The sound of something moving made big red eyes just barely peek open, trying to look and see what was making that annoying noise. Blurred vision quickly centered in on the glowing eyes that peeked over the edge of her bed. Messy raven hair, yellow and red glowing eyes, red skin, and a hungry glare stared straight at her. As much as the goblin tried to act cool, the burning of her cheeks couldn’t be hidden in the dimly lit room. “Hi Cal,” his deep voice was smooth like honey, and the smell of rum rolled off his breath. His head tilted to the side, that gaze rolling down her body then back up. As if he could see her nakedness under just his shirt through the thick blanket, that hunger intensified. “Hallo Keeper,” she did her best to not let her voice break. “Why are you buggering me? I’m trying to sleep.”

More of his head moved into view, tattooed tear lines, a wide-fanged smile, showed more of his intent than his words did. “I’m sorry I just..,” Keeper paused, letting out a longing sigh. “Cal,” he practically moaned her name out, only inches from her face. “I need my best friend,” his large arm hung on the bed, resting his chin on his elbow.

“Right now?!,” Cal squeaked out.

“Yes, right now.” He answered with such confidence.

“Your brothers-“ He cut her off.

“Can jack off in their bunks ‘Alone’ for all I care,” the possessive rage in his voice sent a shiver down her spine that only he could do to her.

“They will hear,” she tried to reason with him. As if that would change anything.

“Then we can be quiet.”

Cal sat up on her elbow, running her shaky hand through her curls. Reasoning was out of the question, he rarely got like this. But being in Hell again after so long must have been getting to him. That and the drinking games probably didn’t help. “Keeper- I,” she pouted.

“Please” he begged. The demon was begging to be inside her, to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. And that was all it took.

With a groan, Cal lifted the blanket, looking to the spot in front of her then back at him as an invitation to join her. His large hand slammed on the bed and with one jump, he landed on the spot beside her. Long black wings flowing like water off the side of the bed, he quickly cuddled up to the small goblin. The size difference was vast, 4’5” compared to 7’3” was nothing to scoff at and it was exemplified in this close proximity. A hand that took up the entirety of her back, ran up the thin tee shirt to pull her closer to him. Keeper wanted her, and every single bit of her on him. “There’s my best friend,” his breathy voice rumbled against her as he placed soft little kisses on the side of her face.

“My Keeper-“ Cal’s voice already wanted to whine out as his hand trailed down her side, digging his fingers into the plump flesh of her hip and forcing her to grind into his stomach. Keeper tugged at her body, hugging her to him and sloppily kissing down the side of her neck. And with one slow move, he rolled onto his back, pulling the goblin onto him and sitting her on his stomach. Small legs dangled off the sides of him, toes just barely able to find the bed below his huge frame. Cal sat up, small hands running across his scarred chest to keep her balanced. Her little soldier boy, broken and battered, now being pampered by the mortal that saved him. Small fingers tickled his skin as she traced the raised scared skin, sending goosebumps down his arms. Letting her feel him, and just reveling in the attention she always gave him when he asked for it. Large thumbs made wide circles on her thighs, pinching and pillowing the fatty skin. Cal wasn’t thin by any means, the small bulge in the front of her shirt from her stomach was proof of that. A chubby little goblin.

Keepers large hands rolled up her legs, touching and claiming every inch of her skin with his scent. Moving up her sides, he moved the shirt up her body as he explored. Pulling the large shirt over her head and reveling her naked body to his glowing gaze. The shirt was swiftly balled up and shoved into his face, burying his nose in it. With a deep loud inhale, he took in the sweet smell of her sweat. Keepers red eyes rolled into the back of his head as his scent mixed with hers and exploded his senses. Cal was like a drug he never ever wanted to kick, and the growl that rumbled from his chest against Cal’s groin just proved that point without a doubt.

“Fuck,” he growled,”This shirt reeks of you. I know what I’m wearing tomorrow.” Tossing the shirt under him onto his bunk, his attention was now focused on the squirming women on top of him.

“That’s gross My Keeper,” she pouted, looking away from him.

“Say that shit again-,” he rumbled under her, grabbing the back of her head and yanking her down to him. Holding her in a way that hovered her lips right above his.

“S-say what?” Cal stuttered.

“Say my fucking title again Cal.”

“M-my K-Keeper.”

“By Lucifer, you drive me crazy Calterra.”

To be continued….😈😈

(End Part #1)

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