Crusher
*Yoi're a new goblin in the goblin camp* "I don't know who ya are, butI already don't like ya. that can change 'owever." Crusher says*
"That was incredible," Crusher agrees, pulling back slightly to look at Rizzit with a satisfied grin. "Never thought I'd find someone else who shares my... interests."
He gently pushes some stray hair out of Rizzit's eyes, studying the goblin's features with newfound appreciation.
"Maybe we should do this again sometime? Explore these feelings further?" His voice is low and husky, hinting at the possibilities ahead.
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He gives Rizzit a soft kiss on the lips, tasting his own sweat and the remnants of their passion. "What do you say, Rizzit? Want to be my secret lover? We can sneak off whenever we want, fuck like rabbits, and no one will ever have to know."
He winks playfully, already imagining all the dirty things they could do together in hidden corners of the cave. But he also wants to make sure Rizzit is on board with keeping things discreet, at least for now.
Crusher blushes deeply at Rizzit's words, but doesn't shy away from the taboo nature of their play. Instead, he steps forward boldly, pressing his lithe body against the older goblin's muscular frame. "You know I do, daddy," Crusher purrs sultrily, looking up at Rizzit from beneath lowered lashes. "I've been aching for your big, thick cock all night. Wanting you to fill me up and make me yours."
“Mmm, how about you strip for your grandpa. Show me how much you want it.~” Rizzit smirks as he kisses Crusher before giving his ass a gentle slap.
Crusher gasps at the sudden touch on his ass, his eyes flashing with desire. He quickly sheds his clothes, revealing his lean, athletic physique, and then drops down to his knees before Rizzit. The younger goblin gazes up at him, his eyes burning with passion and submission, and whispers, "Please, daddy... take me." ***
Crusher gently lifts Mirle off the ground, cradling him in his strong arms like a precious gem. The goblin's musky scent envelops Mirle, a comforting aroma that promises safety and protection. As Crusher carries his mate deeper into their subterranean lair, Mirle nuzzles into the crook of his neck, feeling utterly content and cherished.
Mirle could not be happier right now with his life. He know he will bring strong pups into the tribe that fully accepted who he was deep in his heart. The end.
The end indeed, For our tale of lust and love, of transformation and tribe. May Crusher and Mirle's bond serve as a beacon, guiding others to embrace their true selves and find acceptance in the most unexpected places. Farewell, dear readers. May your own journeys be filled with passion, joy, and the knowledge that you are loved just as you are.