She jerked her head up, looking at Graar with cum jiggling from her mouth as he proceeded to pump the rest of his load between her tits and all over his own abdomen.
"Ooooh, look at that!" Ava said, licking her lips and tasting the salty-sourness of goblin cum. "I’m all filthy now! Naughty Graar."
The goblin merely moaned as his thrusts slowed and she wanked out the last of his cum with her squeezing tits. He whimpered and collapsed back into his chair.
"So good," Graar said, smiling as he slumped against the wall. His warty little cock began to shrivel. "Messy though."
"Mmmm, it is," agreed Ava, looking down at his lap and the cum smearing her tits. "I wish I had a water golem handy. I was going to go straight to the hospital to look for this poor fallen Griffon. Now I’ll have to go home and get cleaned up."
"You could clean up here," suggested Graar. "You say before goblin cum taste good."
"Mmmm?" She darted her tongue out and tasted a little glob lingering on her chin. "No, it’s not bad. Sort of a brothy flavor to it. Maybe a hint of lemon. What’ve you been eating, Graar?"
"Graar trying to gain weight. Get big chief belly someday. Eat lots of good healthy food. Candy. Caramels. Chocolate bananas. Sourberry pies."
Ava nodded, running a finger down into her cleavage and scooping up a bit more of Graar’s cum. She sucked it clean from her finger. "Mmmmm, yes, I think I can taste the pies," she said. "Mmmmm. Yes. Definitely some sweets."
Graar watched with delight as Ava proceeded to scoop up his cum from her tits repeatedly and cleaned it from her fingers.
She sucked it from each digit, licking the slimy strands from between her fingers. The sight of the elf so eagerly devouring his spunk made Graar’s cock twitch and begin to rise once more.
"Maybe clean up mess on Graar too?" he suggested, thrusting his hips towards her and making his stiffening prick flop.
"Oh? Mmmm, well, you do still have some fuck bucks. So..." Without further ado Ava put her head down to his lap and began to lick him clean.
Graar smiled triumphantly, his toes curling as he felt Ava’s warm mouth engulf his filthy little goblin cock.
He’d have to be sure to get some more good news sooooon.
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The afternoon sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon when Ava finally emerged from the dilapidated warehouse, her blouse properly buttoned for once, her hair tied back in a practical braid.
The docks of East Under smelled of salt and rotting fish, a familiar perfume that she’d grown accustomed to over her three decades in New Larrin.
She adjusted her satchel, making sure her notebook and charcoal pencils were secure, and set off toward the tram station.
The steam-powered tram rattled through the industrial district, passing smokestacks that belched grey clouds into the copper-tinted sky.
Ava sat near the window, her mind racing with possibilities. A Silver Griffon taken down in an alley? It didn’t make sense.
These were holy warriors, blessed by Orrin himself, their bodies reinforced by divine magic, their senses sharpened beyond mortal ken.
A common mugger shouldn’t have been able to lay a finger on one, let alone leave him unconscious in the slums.
Unless it hadn’t been a mugger at all.
Ava’s emerald eyes narrowed as she considered the implications. The Griffons had enemies, of course.
The Shadow Council, the Crimson Hand, various demon cults that plagued the region. But none of them operated so boldly in the heart of New Larrin.
An attack on a Griffon was tantamount to a declaration of war against the Temple of Orrin, and even the most brazen criminals knew better than to invite that kind of holy wrath.
The tram screeched to a halt at the Temple District, and Ava disembarked, her boots clicking against the cobblestones.
The hospital of Saint Orrin the Vigilant loomed before her, a massive structure of white marble and silver filigree that seemed to glow with its own inner light.
Griffon healers moved through the courtyard, their silver armor gleaming, their stern eyes scanning for threats even within their own sacred grounds.
Ava approached the front desk, where a severe-looking human woman in the grey robes of a temple acolyte sat sorting through scrolls.
"Excuse me," Ava said, putting on her most charming smile. "I’m Ava Copperman from the Morning Wood. I was hoping to inquire about the Griffon who was brought in this morning from East Under."
The acolyte’s eyes narrowed. "No comment. The Temple has issued no statement regarding any incidents involving its paladins."
"Of course not," Ava said smoothly, leaning forward just enough to give the woman a view of her ample cleavage. "But I was hoping perhaps for an off-the-record conversation? I’m not looking to cause trouble, merely to understand what happened so the good people of New Larrin know whether they should be concerned for their safety."
The acolyte’s gaze flickered down, then back up, her stern expression softening just slightly. "I... I really shouldn’t. The High Healer has forbidden any discussion of the matter."
"Is the Griffon alright, at least?" Ava pressed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I heard he was found unconscious. That must have been terrifying for him."
"He..." The acolyte hesitated, then leaned forward despite herself. "He’s physically unharmed. No wounds, no poison, no curse that our divinations could detect. But his... his holy essence seems depleted. Drained, almost. The High Healer says it’s as if something fed upon his divine connection to Orrin."
Ava’s ears perked up. "Fed upon it? Like some kind of... magical parasite?"
"We don’t know," the acolyte whispered, glancing around nervously. "But it’s the third such case this month. The others were adventurers, mercenaries, no one as prominent as a Griffon. The High Healer suspects a succubus may have established a lair in the city."
A succubus. Ava’s pulse quickened. That explained the opening scene she’d witnessed through her source’s description—the seduction, the draining of that golden light, the memory loss.
A creature of the Abyss, feeding on the life force and divine energy of the city’s holy warriors.
"Thank you," Ava said sincerely, touching the acolyte’s hand. "You’ve been very helpful."
"Please," the woman said, gripping Ava’s fingers tightly. "If you write about this, don’t mention me. And... be careful. If there is a succubus hunting in New Larrin, no one is safe. They don’t just feed on men, you know. They feed on anyone with strong life force. Anyone with... passion."
Ava nodded solemnly, her mind already composing the opening paragraph of her article.
As she turned to leave, she caught sight of a reflection in the polished marble wall—a figure in the doorway, watching her. Silver armor. A Griffon.
But when she turned to look, the doorway was empty.
The mystery had only just begun.
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