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The alleyway was colder and darker than usual.

Gutters chugged with an earlier rain. Puddles reflected the red lanterns of some cathouse across the road. A baby was crying in a nearby tenement. Someone was arguing in a rough language Ava couldn’t quite make out.

Eyes seemed to peer out from every shadow as she slipped into the alley, her bootheels scuffing on the filthy cobblestones. She narrowly avoided a deep puddle.

"Graar? Are you there?" Ava called, barely a whisper.

A harsh bark of laughter seemed to answer her, but after a moment she realized it was unrelated and from one of the surrounding buildings. She called out, more urgently, "Graaaaar! I need to talk to you!"

There was bang from deeper in the alley and a clatter of some garbage cans. "Am here! Just... hold on!"

Ava waited expectantly until the goblin shambled out from behind a pile of rags, pulling back the hood of a threadbare cloak. His eyes glittered in the sliver of moonlight, his knobby green fingers rubbing together greedily as he looked Ava over, admiring her every curve and recalling all the ways he had experienced her plush body already.

He could see the desperation on her face and knew he would be receiving a small fortune in ’fuck bucks’ if he played his game carefully.

"Elf! So glad to see. Graar help you always. What do for you tonight? Is about law case?"

Ava crouched beside the little goblin to bring her face even with his. "The lawsuit? How do you know about that?"

"Me got lots of friends in city. Lots of friends who tell me things." He stroked her hand affectionately. "Take care of Ava."

"Awwww, Graar, you’re the sweetest." Ava smiled and threw her arms around the goblin, squeezing his face into her overflowing cleavage. His long, crooked nose shoved into the depths of her bodice, breathing loudly and tickling her with his exhalations.

"Ooooh..." he moaned, squeezing tighter against her.

She finally pulled back from the hug with a sigh. "It has been a heck of a day, Graar, I don’t mind telling you. The countess wants to force me into being her sex slave! Can you believe it?"

Graar’s grin spread as he imagined Ava on all fours, a plug in her ass and plush bottom red from being spanked. Countess Vargara, standing with one heeled boot on Ava’s back, wielding the crop like a nine-hole player on the putting acre. Ava moaning and quivering with pleasure and pain.

"Terrible, this thing," Graar said.

"Yes, but it’s worse than that," Ava said, squeezing Graar’s shoulder. "That witch hired a wizard and killed Lady Primrose to keep her from testifying in my defense! And they killed Thorag too. I need to know the identity of the wizard. It might be my only hope!"

"Hmmmmmm. This hard to know. Wizards like secrets." Graar stroked his chin. "Know any other things about him?"

"Groan Bones thinks he’s a freelancer or something," said Ava. "To bypass the magical wards on Lady Primrose’s estate. Oh, and the victims were drained of blood. So either a vampire wizard or he was working with a vampire."

"Not know any vampire wizards," Graar said. "But wizard is good work. Lot of money. Not lot of wizards turn to crime. Hmmmmm... maybe I know. Is one wizard who does crime. Low down dog of wizard," Graar growled, recalling how much said wizard had demanded in exchange for a scrying spell into the women’s change room of the bathhouse. "He greedy!"

"It must be him!" Ava gasped, squeezed her arms against her chest excitedly, nearly causing her breasts to burst free of her bodice. "What’s his name, Graar? I gotta know!"

"Mmm. Me understand," Graar said. "Me tell. But... Ava must pay. If Graar give Ava secrets no charge then others who want secrets also demand no charge."

"Yes, yes, of course, Graar! You know I’m good for it. How many fuck bucks is this going to put me back?" she said, already reaching for his grimy cloak, slipping her hands under it to caress his scrawny little body. "Three? Four?"

Graar and Ava settled on six this time. It was an exorbitant amount considering his information consisted of simply knowing a wizard for hire who lived in the East Under. A scuzzy, but dangerous spell slinger named Tebold. Graar, of course, could have just told Ava. But he did so enjoy his negotiations with the lovely elf.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Graar moaned as his bumpy cock disappeared into Ava’s soft mouth. Her cheeks hollowed and she sucked hard at him, straining his prick against her tongue. Moans escaped her as she sucked at his green cock. His knobby fingers cradled her head, drawing her nose against his skinny abdomen and jerking his hips. His little bollocks pressed against her chin and Ava moaned again.

Ava was fully intent on satisfying her arrangement. She looked up at him as he worked his hips and slid his gherkin-sized cock into her mouth. Through her soft lips. His salty pre slimy on her tongue.

Each slurp made the filthy little goblin whimper and twitch. Ava knew her work well, particularly with Graar, and knew it wouldn’t be long. His hands moved from her hand and thrust down the front of her bodice, causing her breasts to burst free. He began roughly fondling her tits, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he stared at her creamy breasts. Pinched her nipples. Humped at her mouth.

"Mmmmmmhmmm," Ava moaned, winking up at him as he pushed his cock in and out with mounting pleasure. The little goblin stiffened. His cock twitched. And her mouth began to fill with hot pulses of his oily seed. Ava moaned contentedly as she drank the goblin’s cum without hesitation. She didn’t miss a drop.

Of course, a good sucking did not quite settle accounts with Graar. The goblin never liked to leave Ava indebted to him. He said goblins were very poor bookkeepers. So only moments after spilling his seed in Ava’s mouth, the elf was face and pants down, her plump bottom raised as Graar assailed her with his nimble tongue.

It darted in and out of her silky cunt. It flicked at the hard bud of her clit. It rolled wetly around the velvet rim of her asshole. The goblin thrust his tongue deep into her quivering quim, sending pleasure rolling through Ava’s body.

"Ooooh, yes, Graar," she cried, pushing back against him and stuffing his long nose between her cheeks. "Ohhhhhh! You know just how to make me beg for your cock!"

Her quim shivered with her pleasure and she rocked back against his tongue. Graar’s fervent licking drove her right to the brink, but the little goblin knew Ava’s pleasures as well as she knew the goblin’s. He drew back his tongue and lifted his face from her creamy rear. He admired her glistening wetness and eager blush. Ava cooed needfully and shook her ass from side to side.

"Fuuuck me, Graar!" she moaned.

A man of stone couldn’t resist getting his rocks off to that, and Graar was not known for his self-control when confronted with such eager elf pussy. Or any pussy, for that matter. The goblin grabbed the elf by the hips, gripping her so hard Ava whimpered, then jerked his hips forward, burying his cock deep in Ava’s hot box.

"Oooooh fuuuuuck!" Ava moaned.

"Mnnnnn! Elf so gooooood!" the goblin groaned as he began to frantically saw in and out of her, plunging his cock into the sucking depths of Ava’s pussy.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Ah... Mnnnn! Yessss! Graar! Please! Oh g-gods. Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my elf cunt!"

Graar’s bony hips slapped off Ava’s plush bottom, the feel of her velvety pussy around his cock beyond belief.

"Yesss! Fuck! Me fuuuuuck!" the goblin moaned, hilting inside of Ava, hips jerking with sharp bursts of sweet pleasure.

"Oooooh!" Ava moaned, twitching with shocks of pleasure as the goblin’s oily seed plastered her inner walls, her own orgasm following close on the heels of his.

Graar wheezed, collapsing against Ava’s bottom and lower back with the force of his orgasm. He barely responded as Ava eased forward, unsheathing herself from his cock. The goblin merely grunted as Ava gathered him once more against her plush breasts, petting his head fondly.

"Now, Graar? About that address..."

Outside the alleyway, Slade stood, arms crossed, lip curled back in a half snarl of irritation. His keen ears had heard every fleshy slap. Not even the most desperate cutpurse considered venturing near the hulking man whose yellows eyes gleamed like gold in the wet night.

He turned his head as Ava stepped out of the alley, idly buttoning up her blouse, but with a smile of triumph on her lovely face.

"Got it?" Slade grunted.

"Of course!" Ava chirped. "Graar has never steered me wrong."

The werewolf grumbled, his nose wrinkling at the scent of the goblin lingering about the elf.

"We could have just squeezed the info out of him," he said.

"I’d never use force to get information!" Ava said, indignant. "I’m a reporter, not a thug! Now, come on. The night’s young!"

"Yeah," Slade said, eying the rotting tenements that glowered around them. Somehow, that wasn’t a comforting thought...

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