The goblin woman's nimble green fingers finally worked the last stubborn lace free on John's baggy leather pants. With a triumphant little grunt she yanked them down his thighs, and the moment his newly upgraded cock sprang free into the warm, humid air of the hut, her yellow eyes went wide as dinner plates.
"Ahhh! Biggg!" she squealed, the word stretching into a delighted, raspy giggle that bubbled up from deep in her throat. "Big-big-big! You half-human? You got big human cock in goblin village? Hehehehe~ So thick… so veiny… gonna stretch me so good, yes?"
John's face burned crimson beneath the handsome green features the system had gifted him. His heart hammered against his ribs as he stared down at the busty goblin on her knees. She was already shimmying out of her own ragged top, and when the coarse fabric finally slid free, her enormous tits burst out with a heavy, fleshy bounce that made his mouth go dry. They were massive, far bigger than any he had ever seen in anime or hentai, plump, heavy, green-skinned orbs capped with dark, pebbled nipples that stiffened instantly in the warm air. The soft weight of them swayed and jiggled with every breath she took, the faint sheen of sweat making them gleam in the dim firelight filtering through the hut's smoke hole.
His jaw hung open, completely slack. Goblin sex was going to be AMAZING. The sheer primal filth of it, the raw, unfiltered lust radiating off this curvy green beauty, the way her thick thighs rubbed together in anticipation—it was everything his lonely, anime-rotted brain had secretly craved and more.
"Hehehehe~ You like? You stare so hard, eyes gonna fall out!" she giggled again, the sound high and playful, wiggling her shoulders so her massive breasts bounced and clapped softly together. "Heehee~ Touch? You want touch these big goblin titties? They soft… warm… lots of milk for strong man like you. Hehehe~"
John's hands twitched at his sides, aching, trembling with the need to sink his fingers into that plush green flesh.
He waited, polite even now, cheeks burning hotter than the plasma form he had worn earlier.
But the goblin had no patience for hesitation.
With a mischievous cackle she lunged forward, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength and yanking hard. John's balance vanished. He toppled forward with a startled yelp, landing right on top of her soft, curvaceous body.
His face plunged straight into the deep, warm valley of her cleavage. The impact squished his cheeks between the two heavy, yielding mounds, the sheer volume of soft titflesh enveloping him completely.
The scent hit him immediately, thick, musky, earthy, the unmistakable aroma of a body that hadn't seen proper soap or water in at least a week, maybe longer. Sweat, smoke, dirt, and the sharp tang of goblin arousal mixed together into a heady, almost overwhelming perfume that made his nose wrinkle at first in instinctive disgust.
But then… tits were, in fact, tits.
The primal, mammalian part of his brain took over. He groaned, the sound muffled against her skin, and nuzzled deeper, inhaling greedily now despite the musk. They were so incredibly soft, warmer than he expected, the skin velvety and slightly damp. He could feel her heartbeat thundering against his face, the gentle rise and fall of her breathing making the heavy globes pillow and shift around him.
"Heeheehee~ Good boy~" she cooed, voice thick with amusement and rising lust. Her small hands came up to cup the sides of her own breasts, pressing them tighter together around his head, smothering him in glorious green tit.
"Massage face with titties? Yes? Hehehe~ Feel how heavy they are? All for you, big-cock stranger~"
John's armor suddenly felt suffocating. He fumbled with the straps and buckles, shrugging and twisting until the fitted leather and metal pieces clattered to the dirty floor of the hut. Freed from the weight, he dove back in with renewed hunger, hands finally claiming those massive breasts. His fingers sank deep into the yielding flesh, kneading and groping with shameless greed. The goblin moaned loudly, a throaty, rasping sound that vibrated through her chest and straight into his skull.
"Mmmhaaa~ Yes! Squeeze harder! Ahhn~ Your hands so big… so strong… heehee~ Pinch nipples? Like that—ahhh! Yesyesyes~"
Her moans grew louder, higher, turning into a constant stream of needy goblin babble mixed with giggles as John lavished attention on her chest—licking, sucking, burying his face so deep he could barely breathe, the musk now an intoxicating drug rather than something to recoil from. His rock-hard cock throbbed painfully between them, trapped against the soft swell of her belly, leaking steadily and smearing against her green skin.
Outside the hut, the village continued its chaotic symphony of grunts, wet slaps, and high-pitched squeals of pleasure, but inside, the world had narrowed to nothing but warm, heavy, musky goblin tits and the eager woman writhing beneath him.
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Meanwhile, back in the vast obsidian office that stretched like the interior of a small city, Lui stood frozen in the middle of an impossibly long hallway. The fox-boy's ears twitched constantly, tail flicking with nervous energy as he tried to process the sheer scale of the place. Polished black stone floors reflected the glowing blue light of countless monitors and magical interfaces built into the walls. The ceiling soared high above, lost in shadow, and corridors branched off in every direction like the veins of some colossal beast. This single building was larger than entire noble estates he had seen in his old life.
"Fuck… what kind of place is this?" he muttered under his breath, sharp claws clicking softly against the stone as he crept forward. His nose twitched, picking up strange, artificial scents mixed with something far more familiar—sweat, sex, the unmistakable musk of arousal.
A rhythmic noise drifted from behind one of the heavy doors further down the hall. Wet, fleshy sounds. Moans. The distinct slap of skin on skin.
Lui's ears perked straight up. Curiosity and a sudden, unwelcome surge of heat low in his belly pulled him closer. He crept to the door, heart pounding, and very carefully cracked it open just enough to peer inside with one golden eye.
What he saw made his mouth go dry and his cock twitch hard inside his new leather pants.
Inside the lavish chamber, a tall, elegant woman with striking features and flowing hair, Marionetta, was vigorously fucking a blonde young man bent over an ornate table.
But it wasn't a normal fuck. Marionetta possessed a massive futa cock, easily twenty inches long and brutally thick, veined and glistening with slick fluids as it pistoned in and out of the blonde's stretched hole with powerful, wet thrusts.
The man—Lord Elrin—moaned like an absolute slut, voice high and broken, face flushed crimson with shameful pleasure as his body rocked forward with every brutal slam.
"Ahhn~! Y-yes! Harder—please, Mistress—fuck me deeper!" Elrin cried out, drooling onto the polished wood, his once-arrogant features twisted in pure ecstasy. His hips pushed back greedily to meet every thrust, ass rippling from the force.
Marionetta laughed, low and commanding, one hand fisted in his golden hair while the other gripped his hip hard enough to leave bruises. "That's it, good boy. Such a greedy little whore for my cock, aren't you? Taking every inch like you were born for it. Moan louder for me—let everyone hear what a pathetic, cock-hungry noble you really are."
The wet, obscene sounds filled the room—schlick-schlick-schlickof that monstrous futa dick plunging deep into slick, willing flesh, the heavy slap of her hips against his ass, Elrin's shameless, slutty whimpers and gasps growing more desperate with every thrust. Marionetta's own breasts bounced inside her tight clothing as she railed him without mercy, hips snapping forward with dominant precision.
Lui couldn't look away. His breathing grew ragged, pants tightening painfully as his own cock hardened fully at the sight. Without thinking, one trembling hand slipped down to palm himself through the leather, then freed his throbbing length entirely. He stroked himself in time with Marionetta's thrusts, eyes glued to the scene, the lewd sounds and filthy dirty talk making his knees weak.
"Nngh—fuck—yes, good boy, clench around me just like that," Marionetta purred, pounding faster. "You're going to take every drop when I fill that greedy hole—"
Elrin wailed in pleasure, body shuddering violently.
The pressure built unbearably fast for Lui. His hand flew over his cock, foreskin sliding wetly, breath coming in short, panting gasps as he watched the dominant futa ruin the arrogant lord. When Marionetta finally slammed in to the hilt and came with a triumphant growl, flooding Elrin's insides with thick ropes of cum that leaked out around her massive shaft, Lui's own orgasm crashed over him. He bit his lip hard to stay quiet, hips jerking as he spilled over his fist and onto the floor, waves of shameful pleasure ripping through him.
Panting, spent, he tried to quietly close the door—but it was too late.
Marionetta's head snapped toward the crack in the doorway, her sharp eyes narrowing with lethal intensity. She slowly pulled her still-hard, cum-smeared cock free from Elrin's dripping hole with a wet pop, letting the broken noble slump bonelessly to the table. Cum poured out of him in thick, obscene streams.
Her voice cut through the air like a blade, deadly calm and dripping with dangerous promise.
"Who the fuck are you… and how exactly did you get in here?"