The Elf and the Goblin {darkest_fate&AvalonsGuardian}

[darkest_fate]

The Eye of Delfer Mae was said to be an artifact of untold power. It had been lost to the ages, buried in the wild lands located beyond the reach of most civilizations. Even the most recent records could do no more than to suggest a vague direction for it, to state that it had been cast aside where no being of light would dare to find it. In many ways, the Eye had therefore passed into legend, become something whispered about by old men and even older elves. Surely there had been no such actual item. Why would there be a magical treasure that could potentially bring together entire nations? The Eye had supposedly been torn out of the great dark god in eons past, then wielded by hero after hero, saving the world from the dark god. The first had been the founding point for the legend of the nine heroes, supposedly drawn from all the races of the world to fight against the world ending powers. It had been the founding point for several civilizations, until, as that record showed, someone had taken it into the dark wastes on some fool's errand.

Of course, Bright Rock didn't know about any of that. His people were technically one of the major civilizations and had contributed to the heroes and that old quest and what have you, but that wasn't really anything that they'd kept up with throughout the years. Some of the stories got passed down from shaman to shaman, mostly about how at one point in time the goblins had stood shoulder to shoulder with all the bigger races, those that kept looking down upon them, spitting and cursing whenever one of them drew near. Bright Rock had grown up listening to these stories, of course, but he'd never really given them too much thought. He'd been much more focused on what he considered the major necessities of life: fucking, eating, fucking, treasure-stealing, and fucking. Sure, Bright Rock might not be the most stunning of figures. In fact he was actually rather short for even his people, looking like a fairly short child. Except that children didn't generally have eight inches of meat hanging between their legs. Bright Rock prided himself on having the largest member of his warren. Not only was it long enough that any goblin female that climbed upon it would essentially turn into a meat-sicle but its girth would stretch out many holes as well. Yes, it looked as disgusting as the rest of him: green and a little scabby (cleanliness not being a major issue), but there was no denying its impressive stature.

Said warren happened to be in those dark lands as stated above. At some point it had probably just been a cave, maybe even one of those filled with treasure. Brave goblins would often find bits and baubles stored in nooks and crannies. Bright Rock's second best skill, after pleasuring females, was his ability to find such trinkets and whatnot. That these adventures often put him far away from the main living areas of his warren certainly helped matters. Sometimes the mates or fathers or brothers or grandfathers weren't so pleased to find that Bright Rock had been servicing their females. So it served him best to disappear for a while.

This turned out to his favor when he'd returned to his warren to find the place utterly destroyed. Some group had clearly come through and killed everyone that wouldn't run. Bodies had been strewn across walkways, innocent males and females and even some children laying about in scattered heaps. Bright Rock had grown used to this sort of thing: adventurers and even most monsters saw goblins as being on the bottom of the food chain. So Bright Rock, like most of his people, had gotten used to being sneaky and clever and hiding whenever something came near. Which was why it was somewhat surprising to find so many bodies about. Sure, there were the really young and the handful of older goblins (old in goblin terms was middle-aged by most races' estimation). But there were a lot of healthy individuals too. Someone had been looking for something.

Bright Rock had picked through the debris, gathering what he could. He knew there were other warrens in the hills; he'd visited one or two with groups in the past. So he'd just have to search there. Though first, he fully intended to completely raid his home. It was as he was raiding that he stumbled across the Eye.

Not that Bright Rock knew it as such. He'd simply found the thing in the back of a home he'd visited a time or two. He'd checked to see if the fairly attractive resident happened to still be about, and found a nook that he recognized as something that younglings and other small goblins would use to stash away goodies. He'd clambered right in, seeing as there wasn't anyone about. What he'd pulled out had completely mesmerized him, causing him to gape and stare at the thing in his clutches. it had flashed a brilliant light, blinding him, causing him to pull back and howl.

He came to as he felt something nudging against him. Groaning he shifted, blinking and looking up. His yellow eyes closely took in someone tall standing above him... and what he thought might be clear sky? He couldn't tell: the brightness was still getting to him. And his chest hurt for some reason. Bright Rock placed a hand on his chest, surprised to find something much harder than his skin. He started patting it down, only dimly aware that whatever it was standing over him was making noises. That was definitely secondary to finding out whatever had stuck into his body and apparently teleported him? Maybe?

 

[AvalonsGuardian]

Alanis was indeed standing over the goblin that had appeared nearby, sprawled out before her and seeming to be really quite out of it, though knowing what she did about such lesser creatures, it also wouldn't surprise the elf maiden to discover that the reason that her words were failing to register was merely that the Goblin was dull, unintelligent, slow. After all, much of what she knew about his race conformed to that very notion, so finding him no deviation would hardly be of a surprise to her. Perhaps even, it didn't speak her language. At any rate, hand on her hip, she had just about run out of patience, and so she shifted, grasping the handle of her blade and drawing it from its scabbard.

While not the longest or most intimidating blade, it was certainly elegant, fitting the elf that carried it, and the lightweight, short nature of it complimented Alanis' natural agility, not that she particularly expected to need it when dealing with this sorry excuse for a monster. "....one last time. The Eye of Delfer Mae. Where is the hole your tribe lives in?" Not that she really expected this tip to go anywhere, but she would be remiss in her quest if she failed to investigate it, on the off-chance that their warrens did happen to contain the mystical artifact. That being said, this green-skinned creature wasn't exactly critical when it came to her quest, and she would have little trouble disposing it when it inevitably proved to be useless to her. While she wore a longbow and a quiver filled with arrows, it seemed a waste to use them on this thing, unless perhaps it tried to run, but even then, she expected to be able to catch it.

Bright Rock would be able to start picking up on details as the blinding light faded from his vision, the pointed ears of the female standing over him rather distinctly marking her as an elf, and a rather slender one at that. Her outfit was plain, a tunic and pants, along with leather boots and bracers over fingerless gloves, though the choker she wore was the same grayish-lilac color of her eyes and hair, which added to her somewhat mystical appearance. Those very same eyes were fixed upon him, a frown displayed plainly on her face as she tightened her grip on her blade, all but ready to dispose of the creature if he didn't intend to be of any use to her. Despite her lack of curves, however, she was far from unattractive, with pale, smooth skin and relatively soft, though somewhat pointed (as with most elves) features.

She did turn her gaze briefly from him to scan the horizon, however, narrowing her eyes to focus on what seemed to be a column of smoke rising in the distance. It wasn't large enough to be an entire settlement burning, and, as far as she was aware, there weren't any settlements for a ways in that direction, anyway, but it was definitely too large to be a campfire. Perhaps it bore investigating, though she wasn't sure how a fire burning would have much in the way of relation to her quest. It wasn't as if she had much of a better lead at the moment, though. She'd have to cross that metaphorical bridge when she arrived at it, however, the goblin at her feet seemed to be stirring, so she could give him one last chance to answer her questions. Given how little a threat it was, she wasn't in any particular hurry to finish it off. It could at least point her somewhere before she did so. "The artifact. Shiny, ye big." She indicated with her fingers the rough size that the artifact would be. "Valuable." Goblins recognized greed, she knew that much. Of course, she didn't intend to actually pay him, but he didn't need to know that~

 

[darkest_fate]

The words kept sort of echoing in Bright Rock's mind. Something about eyes or holes or tribes or holy tribes or rocky holes or something along those lines. He kept blinking his eyes, wishing that they'd better adjust to the light around him. It probably didn't help that he really thought he'd somehow ended up outside as opposed to in, and most goblins had some sort of protective eyewear on when they did that. Plus there was the whole throbbing in his chest which made thinking about anything else more than a little difficult.

Eventually his vision cleared, showing him the striking maiden standing above him. He had to blink a few more times, not quite believing what he was seeing. An elf? This far... west? North? Okay, maps were not Bright Rock's strong suit, since they weren't really needed. But she was definitely an elf. Sure, she was thin, but damn did she look good. Bright Rock could feel his member twitching, likely disturbing the loincloth he wore draped around his hips. While the elf might be tall and willowy, as mentioned earlier, Bright Rock was most definitely small and a little scrawny. He did have something of a belly, all made of stretched dark green skin. He also had pointed ears, which he supposed might make him slightly more appealing to the elf. Hers looked better than his: nobody had taken a bite out of the left one. At least he had all his teeth, even if they were mostly yellowed fangs. His sinewy tongue moved to lick them now as he tried to figure out what this female was doing here.

An artifact. What the hell was... oh, valuables. Right, adventurers sometimes called them that. "Not lot go on," Bright Rock said, squinting. He scratched his chest, realizing that he did at least still have his vest. He spread the ragged hide a little to expose his chest and sure enough: there was the item he'd seen. It glimmered in his chest, its color most definitely standing out against the green skin. "It look like this?" the goblin asked, tapping it and looking up at the elf. See, this is why you had to be careful when touching things. Stupid Bright Rock had just been a hurry. Still, if it got him the attention of a pretty elf, well, his pulsing member let him know that couldn't be all bad.

 

[AvalonsGuardian]

Ah, so the goblin was in fact alive, and did, to some extent, recognize that she was speaking to him, and even better, he seemed to understand the words themselves. Not that that necessarily meant he would be any help, but it was better than nothing. Judging by how he kept blinking to clear his eyes, she had to assume that he had either just woken up from a nap, or he was somewhere he didn't expect to be and, as a result, was adjusting to the bright light shining down on them. It was early in the day yet, but that just meant that the sun was on its rise, and at the angle it was currently at in the sky, no doubt it was rather unpleasant for Bright Rock. She cocked her hips to one side, her unoccupied hand resting on her side as she quirked an eyebrow at him, looking him over while waiting for him to finally speak up.

Well, she certainly wouldn't, contrary to how he viewed her, describe him as attractive. If he took a bath, it would at least be an improvement, and she could, if she was feeling generous, at least say that his belly wasn't obscenely large, and he had all of his teeth, that she could see from where she stood as he licked them. That being said, with the little green creature wearing little more than a vest and a loincloth, one that seemed to be twitching suggestively, at that, she wasn't overly inclined to stare for that long.

At least, she wasn't, until his vest opened a bit as he shifted it, revealing the very artifact that she was looking for embedded in his chest! That was unexpected, to say the least, though at least she could say that she had succeeded at her quest. Whatever deities were looking over her clearly had seen fit to deliver the object of her search directly onto her, if perhaps in a slightly less than conventional manner. At any rate, it was more than enough for her to make do with. "Yes, it looks like that." She actually allowed herself a slight smile, crouching down to loom over the goblin and angling her blade so the point was hovering a few inches over the gem, wondering if she could pry it loose. That notion died as quickly as it had come, however, as she could hardly risk damaging or disturbing the artifact, much as she'd like to.

With that in mind, she reluctantly averted her blade, standing and sheathing the weapon and then beckoning him to his feet. "Alright, goblin, on your feet. We're going to throw you in a river to get clean and then you're coming with me." She explained to him. Obviously whether or not he wanted to wasn't really a factor, she would see this through, no matter what it took.

 

[darkest_fate]

Looks like... so he had whatever it was this pretty elf wanted literally stuck inside him. Bright Rock watched the elf carefully, every instinct he had telling him to get up and run away or maybe dig into a hole until there was just no way that someone as large as her could possibly find him. Except... except another one of his instincts was kicking in as well. How many females had he gotten to spread their legs for a shiny they wanted? The chieftain's middle daughter, who happened to be passingly pretty for a goblin, had once let Bright Rock stick his cock inside her back door for a particularly shiny necklace he'd found once. They often came back when he actually did his thing, but sometimes all it took was the right shiny.

Maybe... maybe elf females would be the same way? She'd gone from threatening to kill him to threatening to bathe him. Sure, he wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of being thrown into the water and losing his protective cover of dirt, but it definitely beat getting stabbed or sliced to death. Most adventurers didn't talk about taking a goblin with them. The handful who were into slaves did, but most of those weren't elves. Something about respecting life.

So...

"Can't walk," the goblin tried, kicking his legs feebly. "Got all spinny 'cuz of thing," he tapped his chest, then looked up at the girl, smiling. "Plus, there be big swelling, make it hard to walk." Sometimes the girls got that particularly joke. Lot of the female goblins laughed; Bright Rock doubted the pretty elf would. Still, he supposed it was worth a shot. He could use a chuckle after seeing the bodies of his people piled up and chopped to pieces and all.

And he could really use a tumble.

 

[AvalonsGuardian]

Whether her sense of humor was lacking or she had simply chosen to allow the joke to pass her by, Alanis did not seem particularly amused by the goblin's joke, if she even understood it. Of course, perhaps it was just the fact that she had only found out moments ago that the artifact of ancient power that she had been looking for had wound up embedded in the chest of a goblin, and that she had to take him with her. As if that wasn't enough, it seemed like he wasn't in any shape to walk either, so she would have to carry him. Hopefully he wasn't too much heavier than his size indicated. While she wasn't exactly weak, the lean muscle that she did possess wasn't entirely well suited towards hauling heavy objects, which he might very well classify as. Well, she was going to find out one way or another, she supposed, looking over him one last time with a frown before sighing and stopping down to scoop him up. She grunted a bit with the effort, but managed to haul him up and onto her back, leaning forward so she was essentially giving him a piggyback ride. "Hold on." She instructed him, silently threatening to find a less pleasant way of carrying him if he didn't manage that much.

She was going to make good on her former threat, however, as if she was going to be traveling with this goblin, he was at least going to be clean. Not that she was entirely convinced that would do much for his appearance, but it could hardly hurt things, at least from where she was standing. She was less sure now that this was an outright blessing from the gods, starting to suspect that instead it was a trial, but it was one that she intended to pass, that she might be the one to bring back the sacred object that had for so long been lost. With a slight grin on her face, she made for a nearby river, where she had stopped to get water not all that long ago, carrying Bright Rock to the edge of it and then turning so her back, and him upon it, was to it. That was a little foreboding, and it probably wouldn't be improved when she instructed him, with perhaps a bit too much enjoyment in her voice, to take a deep breath before dropping him into it.

It was deep enough to cushion his fall, but not enough so that he would risk staying under, and, for all the elf seemed to be displeased with the current situation, she did at least stay at the riverside to haul him up so he was only partially submerged instead of fully. There was a tumble for him, though the elf, not privy to his desire, was tragically unaware of the irony that presented. If she was lucky, the water would help clear up some of the spinny feeling that Bright Rock described, but if not, she would at least be carrying a clean goblin from then on.

 

[darkest_fate]

A piggyback ride? Bright Rock nearly laughed aloud as the elf literally bent over and effectively hauled him onto her as though he were a backpack. She'd surely feel his arousal pressing against her back, particularly because Bright Rock so no reason not to grind his hips subtly against her, using the friction of her body to get a little bit of satisfaction at the least. Either she didn't notice or didn't care or maybe she even wanted it a bit. In Bright Rock's experience, most females actually wanted that sort of attention. They just had to act like they didn't, otherwise the other females would get upset and the males would just be riding them all the time.

But oh boy, they were still heading for that river. Bright Rock nearly sighed, knowing full well that there was little he could do. Well, maybe she'd be more inclined toward his suggestions after she'd dunked him in the water. All he could do was make sure to take the deep breath at just the right moment, letting the water rush over him, cleaning his scaly, almost hairless body of a good deal of the filth. A veritable cloud of mud and who knows what formed around where the tiny creature had hit the water. It rushed away quickly enough with the flow of the water. The goblin very nearly did as well, but the elf pulled at him, and he found himself sputtering and spitting.

"No like!" he said, waving his hands in her direction. "Water cold! Hurting!" which was definitely true. Plus he could feel all those layers being wiped of him. He almost wanted to go down and cover his tender bits, since those were obviously most important. "Why pretty elf being so mean to poor little Bright Rock?" he tried looking up at her, even pouting a little. Hey, sometimes the big ones just wanted to see your eyes get big and your voice get a little whiny. Bright Rock had at least some experience with that. he was already wondering how he could turn this to his advantage, but first, first he needed to see if his suspicions about the pretty elf and the thing in his chest were correct.

 

[AvalonsGuardian]

"Sorry." Alanis apologized, and there was at least some genuine remorse in her voice. Of course the river, with the sun not yet at its highest point, would be a little brisk, and Bright Rock probably felt that a little more keenly than she would have. Of course, she hadn't missed how he had been grinding against her back the whole way there, which did somewhat temper how bad she really felt for the little goblin. Still, having seen all of the filth that washed away, she didn't really regret dumping him in, and she wasn't sure that she would have been able to convince him to bathe himself otherwise.

"Alright, come on, sit in the sun for a bit." She insisted, as it was still shining brightly enough to help chase away the chill that Bright Rock was experiencing, hauling him, if a little more gently, out of the water so he could sit on the shore, and pulling out her cloak from where it had been folded up in her pack and offering it to him as a makeshift blanket. It was rugged enough that the water would hardly bother it, and that meant she wasn't as worried about the goblin getting his hands on it. Hopefully that would satisfy the little creature, as it would, if nothing else, warm him back up a little.

Before he covered himself up, she did lean in to run a finger across the artifact embedded in his chest, reminding herself why she was going through all this trouble. It would be worth it, at the end of the road. The Elders would do as they pleased with the goblin and the gem within him, and she would be able to retire comfortably, knowing she had done her part. For now, though, having felt the goblin's arousal earlier, she was still convinced that a cold bath was exactly what he had needed to chase away whatever desire he had felt.

 

[darkest_fate]

Wow, had she actually apologized? Bright Rock fought the urge to outright gape at the pretty elf. Had an elf ever apologized to a goblin before? He'd never heard about it, and he was pretty sure if it had come up then someone would have bragged about it before now. he certainly planned to the first chance he got. No only did she apologize but she actually dragged him out of the water and put on him the shore. She even gave him something to wrap himself in!

Then she touched him. Bright Rock shuddered as the elf ran a finger along his chest. Yeah, he knew she probably was thumbing the shiny he had somehow stuck to him, but that didn't change the fact that an elf, a pretty elf, had willingly touched him. Plus she'd let him rub against her back for a while. Actually, now that Bright Rock stopped to notice, he could see that there weren't any male elves around. She must actually want him! He tried not to well too much, knowing he was certainly a catch. Of course an elf would want him. His member was probably bigger than any she'd seen before. Everyone knew that male elves had tiny little dicks.

Bright Rock should show her! He wiggled slightly, working his vest off. "Clothes wet," he said, nodding as he set them in the sun next to him. He wiggled again, and his loincloth, skimpy though it was, joined the vest. This left him bare, and his member had already swollen to the point where his comments about walking earlier would be quite true. He leaned back slightly, obviously "trying to get comfortable." this also meant that the cloak shifted, letting a peek of his impressive member start to show through.

"Why pretty elf all by self?" he asked, looking up at her and tilting his head. "Pretty elf should have friend. Bright Rock be friend," he smiled then, shifting himself to let a little more cloak fall away.

 

[AvalonsGuardian]

Of course, had Bright Rock chosen to share the idea that he suspected Alanis was interested in him, her reaction likely wouldn't have been the kindest. He had the artifact she had been after for years within him, and that alone made him valuable to her. Which was why, more than any particular kindness of her heart, she had chosen to accommodate him. At least as far as she didn't want him drowning, being swept away by the river, or freezing to death. Really, any injuries would make it rather difficult to bring him back with her, which was why she tragically needed to keep him as intact as possible, but that was as far as she intended her kindness to extend. For whatever use he had to her, he was still a goblin, and not an overly attractive one at that, if there was such a thing(and she very much doubted it) as an attractive goblin.

She nodded without much interest when he mentioned that his clothes were wet and he was shrugging out of them. It made sense, and with the sun shining, they likely wouldn't take all that long to dry, which would mean that they wouldn't have to spend too much time waiting on the riverside before they could set out on their journey proper. Of course, seeing his loincloth joining his vest made it rather clear that, beneath her cloak, he was bared, which wasn't a thought she particularly felt like dwelling on. That didn't mean she failed to catch a glimpse of his arousal when her cloak began to shift off of him as he tried to get comfortable, and she couldn't deny, try as she might, some perverse fascination seeing that the goblin seemed to possess a nearly impossibly large arousal. Still, she was hardly going to stare at some little green-skinned creature's cock, so she pointedly turned her gaze from it, though him addressing her robbed her of an excuse to turn away and avoid seeing it altogether.

"I am more than capable of staying safe, and it was decided that it would be best to send us out individually." She explained patiently. "That we might cast a wider net when searching for that object you possess." Would she have liked some company? Certainly so, but she understood that needing to recover the artifact took precedence over such petty feelings. "Right." She replied simply when he offered to be her friend, at least content that it would make bringing him back easier, though not sure she really wanted a goblin as a friend.

 

[darkest_fate]

Ugh, she sounded so stubborn and stupid! Bright Rock couldn't believe all that nonsense. Who wanted to be alone? Who thought that actually helped? Even Bright Rock, who wasn't a fan of others, knew that you wanted to stay in some sort of crowd. More places to hide, more females to play with. It sounded like she had been sent out to find the item he had buried in his chest, which meant that she definitely wanted it.

Bright Rock had his way in.

"Yes, friends," he said, nodding again. he shifted, again acting as if it were casual. The motion nearly unveiled his throbbing erection in its entirety. He pretended as if he hadn't all but exposed himself. She'd probably think most goblins ran around naked or something like that. "Bright Rock be pretty elf's friend," he repeated, nodding. He tapped his chest. "Help friend pretty elf get shiny thing back," another nod, tapping a few times. He rolled his finger along it for a while, before looking over at the elf.

"Maybe pretty elf help Bright Rock back?" he asked, smiling again. "Bright Rock sure there lots of things that pretty elf could do for him. All sorts of," he shifted himself again, trying to get his whole member out in the open. It had gotten even harder, and he knew that it would be fully impressive quite soon. Except that the cloak didn't quite want to cooperate and the goblin didn't quite want to reach down to draw that much attention to it. "Things. Elf do things. Special things," he smiled again, some of his lechery now creeping into the expression.

 

[AvalonsGuardian]

"Yes, Bright Rock help return shiny thing." Well, at least his cooperation was all but guaranteed, and that was enough to bring a smile, slight as it might have been, to the Elf's face. She could at least let Bright Rock go on thinking that the two of them were friends, as long as it served her purposes, and it seemed like it would do exactly that. It was also impossible to miss, hanging out in her periphery, that he was practically straining against her cloak now, nearly entirely unveiled, but with the thick material covering him partially, at least where it was important that he maintain some decency. Of course, going off of what she knew about Goblins, she doubted that he was particularly bothered by his current, immodest state, but she possessed a sense of decency, even if he didn't.

"I'm sure you'll be richly rewarded once we get the object back, but I suspect that there is little I can do for you in the moment." Alanis replied, suspecting that she could see where this line of discussion was going, and thinking herself rather content to not follow it through. After all, the idea of doing something so perverse with the goblin wasn't entirely appealing, and so she would be more than happy to give him the runaround in the meantime. "But for now I think we need to concentrate on the mission. On getting the artifact back where it belongs." Hopefully that satisfied the goblin, as doing all of this without his cooperation would probably be more trouble than it was worth. She certainly wouldn't mind returning to her people, being among others of her race, but it wasn't as if the loneliness would be sufficient do dissuade her from her righteous path. What sort of weak will would she possess if that alone was enough to send her scrambling back home, unsuccessful? No, she had to see this through, whatever the cost.

 

[darkest_fate]

She kept giving him this sort of agreement but not quite leg spreading. It nearly made the goblin want to sigh. Again, it was the same dance with these silly females. Like he hadn't noticed her checking out what he had between her legs. How long had she gone without a male? She probably needed it bad and if she just gave up, they'd be better. Still, Bright Rock figured he should probably be a bit cautious about how he went about asking about it, probing slightly, trying to figure out how to get what he wanted.

"Plenty pretty elf can do now," he insisted, waving toward the elf. "Bright Rock not be able conce--concent--" he furrowed his brows, mouthing the word and going over it in his mind before nodding: "Concentrate with problem. Very hard," he chuckled and gave his hips a little thrust. This did the job of finally moving the last bit of cloak, revealing the goblin member to the air. The impressive shaft was, as promised, somewhere between eight and nine inches long, which made it about a fourth to a third of its owner's total body. It had the same deep green color as the rest of him. Darker lines cut throughout it, showing where the veins would pump a little more blood. The same quasi gummy quasi scaly skin that covered the rest of him stretched over the cock, all the way up to the head. A bit more would cover the throbbing tip, but it had mostly peeled back, revealing the slit that already had a bit glistening on it.

"Bright Rock sure he know pretty elf know what he talk about," he said, smiling up at her. "Bright Rock help pretty elf get shiny to pretty elf home, and pretty elf help Bright Rock with hard problem," he gave his hips another wiggle before nodding. It certainly sounded fair to him, more than fair, actually, since she'd essentially be kidnapping and taking him to who knows where. He'd likely be killed when they got there too. Still, an elf was pretty much the pinnacle, and Bright Rock felt like he could milk the situation... and the elf, for every bit of whatever life he had left.

 

[AvalonsGuardian]

Alanis crossed her arms over her chest when the goblin insisted that she reciprocate now, rather than allowing her to put it off into the indefinite future. which was definitely the tact that she would prefer. She would hardly have termed her brief glance at his arousal her checking it out, had such a term come to light, she had merely been surprised by just how disproportionately endowed the little creature seemed to be. He was pretty close to the mark when he ventured a guess that it had been a while since she had been with a male or had any such satisfaction, but of course, focused on her mission as she was, the elf would hardly deem such a fact as remotely relevant to the task at hand. Of course, from Bright Rocks's perspective, the task at hand was less the artifact that he had in his chest, and more what he was hiding, if unintentionally underneath the cloak.

"Really, you can't concentrate?" She inquired dryly, trying to ignore the thrust he gave and how it finally spilled him out into the open air. She certainly didn't intend to stare at it long enough to get a proper measurement of it, but she could, even out of the periphery, acknowledge that it was about eight, give or take, inches long and distressingly stiff, considering that she had moments ago dunked him in what must have been a rather cold river. It wasn't as if she was dressed particularly provocatively, either, which left the only reasonable explanation the fact that Bright Rock was, to put it bluntly, a horny little bastard. What sounded fair to Bright rock sounded less so to the elf, as the very concept of doing anything to his arousal wasn't the most appealing. She likely wouldn't be able to get any cooperation out of him with a threat, though, particularly if he had come close to guessing that he was needed intact, or relatively so, for the journey, and goblins tended to be single minded enough creatures that he wouldn't give up on this issue.

"Can you not merely take care of your....distraction yourself?" She inquired, pursing her lips slightly in disapproval, though the action likely only drew the goblin's attention to said lips, which were remarkably full and soft, looking particularly useful for Bright Rock's purposes, though of course she would no doubt be aghast at the very thought of defiling her lips like that. Hopefully she didn't have to explain the concept of masturbation to him, but she was hoping that he would be content, as perverted as it would be, jerking himself off rather than dragging the elvish maiden into his stiff problem.

 

[darkest_fate]

At her question, Bright Rock shook his head. What male could concentrate when this much blood flowed to his lower extremities? he debated pointing out that this particular problem had been caused by the pretty elf in front of him. Sometimes that got their attention and flattered them. He just wasn't quite so sure that the elf would see that for the compliment he meant it to be. She already didn't seem too particularly warm toward him, which struck him as more than a little surprising. He'd been perfectly friendly and cooperative toward her, given his circumstances. Plus he knew he happened to be impressive in all the best ways.

Before he could say something, she kept going, kept going, and then made a motion with her lips that made Bright Rock's member surge a little further. Oh, he so wanted to slide his hardness between those two lips. To feel what it was like to have an elfish mouth surrounding his cock, sucking off the bits stuck to him and finally swallowing his load. the mere thought nearly sent his cock into a spasm, but the goblin at least knew how to hold it in. after all, he had quite a bit of experience.

"Bright Rock not see why he have to do it himself," he said, shrugging. "When Bright Rock friend right there. You say you friend, and you help Bright Rock. Not need Bright Rock's shiny?" he gestured at the chest, knowing that was what she really wanted out of this. "Pretty elf want, yes? Bright Rock want help pretty elf, really he do,' he smiled again, "but pretty elf need make Bright Rock happy to help. Keep Bright Rock happy and he happy go along. Otherwise mebbe Bright Rock go way. Or maybe," he tapped the stone in his chest, "mebbe Bright Rock do something to shiny?" He was as good as dead anyway. If threatening the stone was what it took... "Mebbe Bright Rock break it? Oh," he smiled and pointed at river, "Bright Rock go swimming! Go far from pretty elf, whoosh!" he made a gesture, then gave the elf a smile.

"Or pretty elf be nice to Bright Rock, help with hard problem," he actually tapped his member this time, just to make sure she didn't think of something else. His smile showed all his teeth.

 

[AvalonsGuardian]

"Now, now, let's not be hasty, here." Alanis replied with a smile when Bright Rock mentioned the possibility of the artifact that she had spent so long hunting fore, the Eye of Delfer Mae itself, being swept away or otherwise damaged. She could hardly let anything happen to it while it was all but in her possession, after all, and she grudgingly admitted that keeping the goblin content was all but a necessity for this to work out. She had obviously hoped that the promise of reward at the end of the line would be sufficient for the green-skinned creature, but clearly Bright Rock didn't intend to cooperate in her quest if she didn't oblige him, and so she was going to have to go through with things, for the sake of the artifact, if nothing else.

"Certainly I would not wish Bright Rock to be unhappy." She assured him, one hand going to his shoulder and making her glad, once again, that she had dumped him in the river. A cleaner goblin would make the task looming before her easier to swallow, at least, though lowering herself to such perverted acts was not something that she would take particular pleasure in. All she had to do was get him off, though, enough that he could focus on the journey once more, so even as she smiled down at the goblin, she let her hand run down along his chest, brushing the gem to remind her what all of this trouble was for, and then, almost without realizing it, she found her hand loosely wrapped around Bright Rock's arousal, refusing to let any surprise show on her face as she realized just how well he filled her grasp. He was huge, to be sure, bigger than any elf she had been with, and as she contemplated the size of his beastly cock, she glanced down, finally allowing herself to stare at it, slowly, uncertainly, beginning to stroke it up and down. Alright, this wasn't so bad.

"I'll help you with your problem, and then you get dressed and we get going." She reminded him, just in case he needed to be told, once again, exactly what the terms were. She was still the one in control, after all, even if she was somewhat at the mercy of his own whims as long as he maintained possession of the artifact.

 

[darkest_fate]

See? Bright Rock knew this would end up working to his advantage. He fought back a smile of triumph, instead simply nodding and looking far too serious for the situation. She'd touched his shoulder first, and then even went so far as to touch his chest. Of course he realized full well that she was probably fondling the stone embedded in there, but he really didn't care about the particulars. That didn't change the very real fact that a pretty elf, who would probably have skewered him under normal circumstances, had just touched him of her own free will.

Then her hand went lower. Bright Rock's breath caught for a moment as he felt the slender fingers circling his cock. Oh, how much better that felt than when a goblin did it! Her hands were so much softer, more delicate. Bright Rock could see how well her white fingers showed in contrast to his dark green skin. It made his cock twitch, jerking slightly in her hand. A little of his fluid started to drizzle down from the tip, oozing and likely hitting those same feelings.

"Oh yes," agreed Bright Rock at the reminder, nodding sagely. "Take care of problem and we go. Might need again later if long trip," he gave her a slightly apologetic look at that, fighting the urge to add a little shrug. He could already feel her hand moving, sliding along his member. "Maybe add bit wet?" he asked, gesturing. "Make hand go smoother," he stuck his tongue out to try and mimic the motion of either licking or spitting. He really wasn't particular. Okay, he wanted her head to go down and start bobbing, but even Bright Rock wasn't dumb enough to begin with that.

First he had to let her see that just some gentle stroking wasn't going to cut it. Plus she had to get a feel for him, begin to start craving the impressive tool he had packing. Then he could give her what she wanted.