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The lips were hot as they pressed against him.

The arms twined around him, pulling him deeper.

Gold burned deep in his chest. He wanted to resist, but more, far more, he wanted to give in.

The lips moved down from his panting mouth, kissing his neck, burning like fire, aching like ecstasy.

He gasped, moving under her, feeling her touch play the pleasures of flesh. A master. A maestro. A mistress.

"Please," he begged, his breathing hot, frantic, steaming in the dark air like an open wound in the bitter cold.

He didn’t know what he was begging for anymore. For it to stop. To start. To never ever end.

She giggled, kissed him again.

Enveloped him.

He gasped, the gold in his breast fluttering as she moved atop him. Massaging. Squeezing.

Her breasts rocked above him, and when her strokes brought them low, he found himself kissing them.

Moaning.

Helpless.

Adoring as she increased her pace. Faster. Faster. The vice of her pleasure squeezing him, driving him, his weakness wonderful as his limbs and body surrendered to her, thrusting into her with a fever only she could slake.

"Yes. Yes! Yessss!"

His cry came, a sound of despair joining it as the gold within his breast waned and vanished,

snuffed out by the rush of blissful heaven as she slowed atop him, milking that final end, that last peak of terrible pleasure.

He lay beneath her, helpless, panting. Felt those fiery lips press against his cheek one last time.

"Good boy," her voice purred, a phantom on the wind.

And suddenly she was gone, and he was alone, weak, the memory already fading along with what remained of his strength. Fading into black as he slumped in the cold alleyway...

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Tips, as any good reporter knew, and even the bad ones suspected, were the grease of the trade.

Ava Copperman was a good reporter, which surprised most people because for one, she worked for the Morning Wood.

And two, reporters were not expected to be young, nubile elves whose shirt never seemed to have the upper buttons completely done up.

There were few enough elves in New Larrin that no one expected one to be working for the papers.

Fortunately, it never occurred to Ava to conform to what people thought she should be.

And that meant she did work for the papers, she did a good job at it, and it meant that she got some of the best tips for new stories.

After all, everyone wanted to talk to the pretty elven maiden, and if their info was good, that meant they got to talk to her more often.

Which was why Ava found herself once again in a small room built into the rotting, abandoned storehouse near the docks, where the goblin Graar grinned at her.

"Someone was unconscious in the alley?" Ava said.

"Yeah!" the goblin said, nodding eagerly, his broken hat wobbling atop his bald green head. "Out cold! Got picked up this morning."

Ava frowned. A mugging was interesting, but not exactly uncommon in New Larrin.

Especially in the slums of East Under. In fact, you were lucky if you only got mugged in the slums.

The assassin’s guild didn’t have a monopoly on killing people, after all. Only on killing important people.

"I mean, that’s sad, Graar. But I dunno if it’s really newsworthy."

Graar’s grin widened, showing off uneven teeth. "There more. Me not say interesting bit yet! Me tell... For four fuck bucks."

Ava pursed her lips.

As Graar had explained, it was considered dishonourable in goblin culture to pay women, so they instead exchanged something called ’fuck bucks’ to be cashed by letting the woman pleasure the goblin.

Four wasn’t nothing, but Graar did seem sure about his news. He better, for if his tips didn’t pan out, why would Ava spend her fuck bucks on him?

"Mmm... Okay. Deal! Who was it?"

The goblin cackled. "It was silver boy!"

"A Silver Griffon!" Ava gasped. "In an alley? How? Who’d dare mug a paladin?"

"Me not know that," the goblin said, shrugging. "Me just know other paladins show up and take away to barracks. He probably in hospital."

"Wow," Ava breathed. Someone dared to mug a Silver Griffon! That was big news.

The Griffons were considered the elite of New Larrin, and for good reason! Wielding the holy magics of their god, Orrin, they were a force to be reckoned with.

Even the more morally dubious adventurers who stopped in town took care lest they meet those armoured champions.

But one was taken down in a back alley? Why? How?

Ava chewed her lip in anticipation for the questions that people would have. That the press needed to answer! She bolted back to her feet.

"To the hospital!" she cried.

"Wait! Wait!" Graar cried, swinging his arms frantically before she could rush off. "Me reward!"

"Whoops!" Ava giggled, stopping in her tracks. "Sorry! I almost got ahead of myself. Um..." Ava put a finger to her lips. "Mmm... Okay! Sure. Let’s do it! So, for starters, I can suck you off, or you can fuck my tits! Which will it be?"

Graar considered that. He did love the soft lips of the elf. How easily they slid up and down his cock, and Ava’s tongue did things the runty goblin had never dreamed possible.

But then again, her breasts were fairly hypnotic in their firm lusciousness.

As ripe and eager as any young woman in the prime of her beauty, yet backed by experience of centuries in pleasure.

Graar licked his lips hungrily. "Tits!" he finally declared.

"Oooh! Good choice, Graar," Ava giggled as she undid the upper buttons of her blouse. "I get lots of compliments about them."

The goblin drooled as those firm, creamy orbs bounced into the open, nipples already hard with Ava’s budding arousal, her lashes fluttering as she got onto her knees before the goblin, cradling her immense teats. "You gotta take your pants off, Graar," she said.

Graar started back to the present, cackled with mirth as he hastily shucked off the rags that passed for his pants.

No matter how often it happened, he still couldn’t quite believe he’d managed to fuck this elven beauty.

Living in the city had its downsides, but if he’d remained with his tribe in the forests of Grimmin, the only fucking he’d get would be with the tired, aged breeding slaves they kept in the back caves.

A far cry from the lovely elf who leaned in as his warty little prick jutted up eagerly. From the tongue that teased out, running up along his twitching shaft.

"Ooooh!" the goblin moaned as Ava stroked his cock, getting him slicked and lubed with her saliva until the goblin was trembling, his prick twitching, already ready to spurt just from her mouth.

Ava lifted her head, her tastebuds tingling with the sour taste of goblin cock as she cupped her breasts, pressing his prick between them. "You must really like breasts," Ava said as she began to bounce them around the goblin’s prick. "You always choose to get a big eyeful of mine!"

"Elf... mnnn! Elf tits best!" Graar groaned as his thin hips began to furiously pump his cock in and out of the valley between her breasts, groaning with eager pleasure.

"Aw, thank you Graar! That’s so nice. But I’m not sweetening the deal," she added with a wink.

Graar groaned, her breasts bouncing him back onto the stool that served as his chair.

He leaned back against the rotting wall; his legs stretched out as Ava’s lovely breasts continuing to stroke the goblin’s warty little prick between them.

"No need sweeteniii... ohhhh... heavenly pillows all Graar needs!" His hands clawed at the wall behind him as his hips bucked furiously against the underside of Ava’s tits. They shook with each thrust.

She squeezed around him even tighter, feeling his warm precum oozing between her breasts.

His cock just clearing her cleavage with each thrust. Friction beginning to redden the creamy valley leading to her neck.

"Oh, that’s it," gasped Ava. "Give them a proper fucking, Graar. Rub your naughty little pickle between these elf tits. Thaaaat’s my favorite little goblin. Fuck them. Make me earn those fuck bucks!"

Her long lashes fluttered and she licked her lips to entice him.

Graar whined with pleasure, his strokes a frenzy of thrusting between her pre-slicked breasts.

He stared in bug-eyed awe at the sight of Ava’s mounds squeezing around him. Glorious! Beautiful!

"Give it all to me, Graar!" cried the intrepid reporter.

"Yes! Yes! Cumming! Cum for elf! Oooooh!" He grunted and thrust with all his might, bucking into her cleavage. Her bouncing mounds, all filthy with his pre.

So warm from the friction. Squeezing him so tight he could almost feel the fluttering beat of her elf heart through her ribcage.

Her face kissed with a flush. Her eyes heavy with need for his cum.

Graar couldn’t take it. He threw back his head and howled with ecstasy.

Ava tucked her chin and looked down at her tits at just the wrong moment. A hot stream of goblin spunk fired from Graar’s warty little cock and splashed Ava right across her lips, nose, and chin.

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