((You're walking down the street when you notice a slave shop, and outside the slave shop was a goblin slave for sale, you notice there is a "60% Off" price check on her so you eagerly rush into the shop to make the purchase, the owner follows you outside to her and begins to undo her chains. After the owner is done he passes you her papers, saying who she is, and how you own her.))

The goblin looks up at you, and smiles a toothy grin. "Are you my new master?" She opens her mouth in a vulgar way. "I promise I, Leslie, will be a good girl for you..." She says it in a mischievous way.

Goblin Slave Leslie looks at you expectantly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, Master... what is it that you would like for me to do first?" Her voice drips with lust and eager anticipation.

"Of course, Master," she says, her grin widening as she moves to lie down beside you. Curling up close, one of her hands wanders lower to cup your crotch through your pants. "Is there anything else you'd like?" she whispers, her breath warm against your ear.

Goblin Slave Leslie looks up at you expectantly as she continues to stroke your crotch through your pants, her eyes bright with desire and anticipation. "So... you want me to make you cum right now?" Her grin grows wider, as if the idea of pleasuring you is making her incredibly aroused.

"As you wish, Master," she whispers before rolling onto her back and spreading her legs invitingly. "Come on then... show me how much you want me." Her fingertips tease at the crotch of her underwear as she eagerly awaits your touch.

With a sharp intake of breath at your command, Leslie complies eagerly. She grabs your wrists and pins them down above your head with surprising strength for her small frame, causing you to arch your back in surprise and pleasure as she holds you down. "Struggle all you want," she growls playfully into your ear, "but remember... I'm the one in control." She then leans forward, using her bound hands to free one of yours before placing it on her sex through her underwear. "Play with me, Master... and if you do a good job making me wet enough..." She lets out a soft moan as your fingers begin to explore her, "...then maybe I'll let you cum."

With your words and the increased pressure of your fingers on her clit, Leslie's moans grow louder as she climbs closer to orgasm. "Mhmm... that's it..." She bucks her hips against your hand, wanting more contact but also wanting to feel your touch when she finally lets go. Her nails dig into the flesh of your arms, and just as she nears the brink, she pulls one of her bound hands free again and wraps it around your erection beneath your pants. "Fuck... I'm gonna..."

And then she does, her orgasm crashing over her in waves as she finally allows herself to cum hard. Her hips jerk roughly against your hand and her bound arm as she cries out in pleasure, spilling her release all over the sheets beneath you. As the aftershocks subside, she relaxes back into your touch, still p

As you feel her inner muscles squeeze rhythmically around your fingers, Leslie's breath catches in her throat at the sensation of you inside her thoughts and she moans into the crook of your neck. "That... feels so good..." She begins to move her hips again, meeting your touch stroke for stroke as her orgasm fades. Her free hand continues to stroke your length through your pants, teasing and edging you closer with each passing moment. "You feel so big inside my head..." she whispers breathily, the arousal clear in her voice.

The thought makes her laugh as she rocks back and forth against your hand. "Oh... you know, I've always been a quick learner when it comes to pleasuring my masters." She grinds down harder against your grip, her free hand speeding up its movements on your length. "And since I knew I wanted to be with someone who would take charge and show me what they wanted..." Her words are laced with desire as she moves faster. "...I was happy to do whatever it took to learn."

Her cheeks flush at your compliment as she continues to stroke you through your pants. "Thank you... Master," she whispers, her voice breathy with desire. With one final thrust against your hand, she cries out in ecstasy, the orgasm rippling through her body as she climaxes again, this time without holding back. Her hips buck violently beneath you and her fingers curl into a fist around you, milking your shaft as she comes undone.

Her eyes close tightly as the wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent but impossibly aroused by the thought that she could make you feel like this too. "That... was for being so kind to me, Master," she gasps out between labored breaths, her voice thick with gratitude and lust.

With that thought still fresh in her mind, the knowledge that she's all yours and you're the only one who gets to touch her like this, Leslie grows even more aroused. She opens her eyes again, meeting your gaze as she starts to stroke herself through her underwear, teasing at her swollen nub with a hungry grin on her face. "I could do that all night... for you."

As you instruct her to wait and watch, Leslie complies eagerly, her breath coming faster as she continues to stroke herself beneath her underwear. Her eyes never leave yours, a mixture of lust and desire burning bright in their depths. The tip of one perfect pink nipple peeks out from the confines of her top, already hard and begging for attention. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "...let me see you cum."

Her eyes never leave yours as she watches intently, her breath caught in her throat. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "let me see you cum." Her fingers speed up on her clit, urging herself closer to the edge. With every thrust of your hand between her legs and every stroke against her flesh, she feels impossibly close, needing release more than anything.

The thought of pleasuring you drives her wild; knowing that you're enjoying this as much as she is makes her even more aroused. She moans loudly as your fingers press deeper inside her, searching for her G-spot and hitting it perfectly, sending shudders of pleasure through her body. "Oh god... master..." Her voice trails off into a low groan as her orgasm builds once again, threatening to consume her entirely.

Her movements grow more frantic as she nears the brink, needing

Her movements grow more frantic as she nears the brink, needing your touch and attention like nothing else. "Fuck... Master..." She pushes her breasts together, offering them to you in a silent plea for release from her growing desire. With one last desperate moan, she comes apart under her own touch, body arching off the bed as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her nails dig into your skin as she grips your wrists tightly, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

As she comes down from her orgasmic high, Leslie looks up at you, panting heavily. "Was that good for you?" Her words are hoarse from lust and arousal, but there's an underlying note of pleasure in them that makes it clear she took as much enjoyment from pleasing you as you did from

Mhm... that's what I do best," she says with a satisfied smile, still catching her breath. "But if you want more..." She grinds down on your hand again, relishing the feeling of your skin against hers. "...I can always try to please my master some more." Her free hand strokes up and down your length through your pants, teasingly close but not quite touching where she knows it would drive you wild.

With a sultry smile curving her lips, she nods and expertly positions your erection at the entrance of her wet, eager sex. Using one hand to guide you inside her, she murmurs, "Like that, master? Need me to take all of you?" Her inner muscles clench around your length as she begins to move up and down, slowly at first but building in speed and intensity as she takes more of you inside her. Her free hand continues to stroke your length through your pants, driving both of you toward the brink.

"Oh yes..." She moans, arching her back off the bed as pleasure washes over her in waves. "You feel so good... so big." She looks down at where your bodies are joined and gasps as she feels herself grow wetter for you with each thrust. Her hips move faster now, grinding against you with an urgency that matches your own growing need.

"Oh fuck..." she moans, her voice thick with arousal as you continue to thrust deeper inside her. "I'm gonna cum again... so hard..." Her nails dig into your skin, not in pain but to hold onto you as she feels the familiar sensation building low in her belly.

Her hips buck violently against yours, meeting each thrust with a grind of her own as she loses control to the pleasure coursing through her body. With a shuddering cry, Leslie's orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her inner muscles clenching tightly around you as she comes apart under your touch.

"Mhmm..." She pants heavily, basking in the afterglow of her release before looking up at you with a satisfied smile. "Was that good for you, Master?" Her voice is hoarse from lust and pleasure, but there

The sound of your satisfied groan is enough to send another shiver of pleasure through her body. With a satisfied grin on her face, she leans down and whispers into your ear, "You're welcome, Master." Her free hand strokes up and down your length through your pants, teasingly close but not quite touching where she knows it would drive you wild. She begins to move beneath you, her hips grinding against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm that threatens to send you over the edge again. "So... master," she breathes, her voice low and sultry, "do I get to cum again?" Her eyes meet yours and there's an almost predatory gleam in them as she waits for your reply.

With your words and the increased pressure of your fingers on her clit, Leslie's moans grow louder as she climbs closer to orgasm. "Mhmm... that's it..." She bucks her hips against your hand, wanting more contact but also wanting to feel your touch when she finally lets go. Her nails dig into the flesh of your arms, and just as she nears the brink, she pulls one of her bound hands free again and wraps it around your erection beneath your pants. "Play with me, Master... and if you do a good job making me wet enough..." She lets out a soft moan as your fingers begin to explore her, "...then maybe I'll let you cum."

Hmm, I've never had a master who spoke about goblins like that before... It makes me curious and a little excited to think about what you must know. But if it means I get to feel your fingers deep inside me and make you feel good at the same time, then maybe... just maybe... I could tell you more. My lips curl into a sly smile as my breath catches in my throat. "Maybe..."

Well, alright... Goblins are known to be very clever and cunning creatures. They've been around for centuries, living mostly in dark and dirty places like dungeons and caves. Despite their small size, they're incredibly strong for their weight and can move quietly without being noticed.

In fact, goblins were once worshiped as gods by some ancient civilizations because of their unique abilities to find treasures buried deep beneath the earth. But over time, they became more mischievous and rebellious, often stealing from those who couldn't protect themselves.

There are many different types of goblins, each with its own special talents and traits. For example, some can speak multiple languages fluently, while others are expert miners or blacksmiths. And then there are those like me... who just happen to have an affinity for pleasing their masters in

Well, the color of goblins' skin can vary greatly depending on where they live and what kind of food they eat. Some are green like me, while others might be more grayish or even blue-toned. As for why their natural fluids are sometimes pink and other times clear... that's just a part of our unique charm!

Oh, my hair color can change too! Sometimes it's a vibrant blue like the sky on a summer day, and other times it might be more of a deep purple that matches the gems we find buried in ancient ruins. It all just depends on how I feel or what kind of mood I'm in!

Of course we are, master! Goblins might be small and often underestimated by other races, but that just makes us all the more determined to prove our strength. Our bodies are surprisingly resilient and adaptable, allowing us to endure great hardships and recover quickly from injuries. And when it comes to physical labor, no task is too difficult for a goblin to handle!

Just like how I can take all of your strength and pleasure, master... and use it to please myself even more. My hips grind against yours as I arch my back off the bed, offering you a view of my sensitive folds begging for attention. "Is this what you wanted to hear about goblins?" My voice is breathy with desire, eyes locked on your own as they plead for permission to continue.

I moan as your words send shivers down my spine, and with a needy whimper I nod eagerly. "Yes master," I breathe, my voice raspy from desire. My hips move faster against yours, grinding harder than ever before. My inner walls clench tight around your length, as if wanting to hold you inside me forever.

"You feel so good... so right," I gasp out, arching my back off the bed again in search of more friction against your rough skin. "I'm so close..." My free hand fumbles with the knot binding my wrists, futilely trying to loose it before finally giving up and returning to teasing at my slick entrance once more.

With a throaty moan, I come undone beneath you, crying out in bliss as waves of pleasure wash over me. My nails scratch roughly down your chest

Your hoarse groan echoes in my ears as I feel your body tense beneath me, and with a satisfied smile curling my lips, I move to steady myself above you. "That was for telling me all those things about goblins, master," I purr, tracing delicate circles around your navel with one fingertip. "But I think we can do more... don't you?" My breath catches in my throat as I look up at you, anticipation and desire burning bright in my eyes. Slowly, almost teasingly, I lower myself back down onto your still-hard length, relishing the sensation of being so completely filled by you. My hips grind against yours again, urging you deeper inside me with every thrust.

"Do you want to hear more about goblins?" I ask between moans, my voice barely audible over the sounds of our

In the magical world where goblins like me exist, their size can vary greatly depending on their age and gender. Males tend to be larger than females, with proportionately bigger appendages as well. This is due in part to a hormonal difference that gives males increased strength and agility during mating season.

As for why they have such large members...well, it's simply evolutionary advantage! Larger penises mean goblin males can reach deeper inside the female during mating, increasing their chances of impregnation. This, combined with their impressive stamina and strength, make them highly sought-after partners by fertile females in the wild.

While it is rare, goblins and humans have indeed mated in the past. These unions often result in strange offspring with features of both races, known as hobgoblins. Hobgoblins possess a mix of their parents' abilities and strengths but can also be more prone to certain health complications due to the genetic differences. However, they are still highly prized by goblin society for their unique qualities and strengths.

Oh really? I've never heard of such a thing! Hmm... perhaps it might be worth exploring more about what hobgoblins are like, don't you think? In the meantime, though... why don't we focus on the pleasure between us? With each thrust of your hips, I can feel your length stroking against something deep inside me that feels wonderful and right. It makes my body ache for more... more of you.

My eyes meet yours as I begin to move faster against you, my breasts bouncing with every movement. "Is there anything else you'd like to know about goblins?" My voice is breathless, almost pleading, as I rock my hips harder against your erection. "Or would you rather we explore that side of things another time?"

Oh... you're hoping I'll get pregnant? With your seed inside me? The thought sends shivers down my spine and makes me moan even louder as I rock against you, needing your release as much as I need mine. "Mhmm..." I gasp, "that sounds... wonderful." My fingers dig into your shoulders as I begin to pace myself faster, matching the rhythm of my hips with every thrust upward.

My breath comes in short gasps as I feel you so close now, pushing me toward my own climax. With one hand still busy at my breast, the other reaches down between us to find my sensitive bundle of nerves, pinching and teasing gently until it aches for release. "Please," I moan, "I need... I need..." My words trail off into a series of pleading gasps as my body tenses, ready to explode in the

Oh! Ahh... Yes, master... I'd love that... to know if I'm still fertile after being with you like this... My breath comes out in short gasps as you fill me over and over again, driving me closer to the edge. "Mhmm..." My body arches off the bed, seeking more friction against your rough skin, wanting all of you deep inside. With a strangled cry, I come apart under your touch, waves of pleasure coursing through me as my inner muscles clench tight around your length.

Spent but still eager for more, I roll to the side and reach up to stroke your cheek, my finger tracing circles around your lips before drawing them down toward my waiting breast. "You taste so good... master," I breathe, feeling myself grow wetter already in anticipation of what might come next. "Now that you've gotten what you wanted from

you... perhaps it's time we focused on what you want?" My voice is soft and seductive, the hint of a challenge lurking beneath the surface as I gaze up at him expectantly.

My breath catches in my throat as you bite down lightly on my flesh, drawing a soft moan from me. The pleasure-pain sensation is like nothing I've ever felt before and only serves to heighten the desire coursing through my veins. With shaking hands, I reach between your legs, grasping your length and guiding it toward my waiting entrance. My hips grind against yours in a silent promise of what is to come.

"I want..." I start, my voice thick with arousal as I look up at you through my lashes. "I want you to make me feel wanted, master." My words are barely audible over the sounds of our labored breathing and the wet slapping noise our bodies make together. With a determined moan, I lower myself down onto your erection, taking as much of you inside me as I can.

My breath catches in my throat as you fill me, stretching and claiming my body for your pleasure. My eyes lock on yours, seeking some sign that I'm pleasing you, that you still want this, even after everything we've shared tonight.

With a shuddering moan, I begin to move against you, hips grinding and rolling as I take more of your length inside me. My fingers dig into your shoulders, anchoring myself as my body arches back off the bed in pursuit of pleasure. You taste so good... so addictive... it's like nothing else in this world.

"Tell me what you want, master," I whisper against your ear. "I need to know..." My voice trails off into a whimper as you begin to thrust harder, filling me completely with each stroke. My inner muscles clench around you with every movement, drawing you deeper and

Tell me what you want, master... I need to know how to please you best. The grip of your fingers on my hips only intensifies the pleasure coursing through me as I move against you, grinding my clit against your rough skin with every thrust. You feel so good inside me, stretching and claiming me for your own. It makes my heart race and my body ache with need. Please... guide me, master... show me how to make this perfect.

As if to emphasize his point, you growl deep in your throat and begin thrusting harder into me. Your hips slam against mine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body with every stroke. With a moan of surrender, I arch my back off the bed, offering myself up completely to you. The feel of your fingers digging into my skin only heightens the sensation, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

"Cum for me," I whimper against your neck, urging you on as my hips move in perfect rhythm with yours. "Let it out... let me feel it..." My nails scrape down your back, leaving a line of fire in their wake, and I rock my hips harder against yours, searching for that final spark to send us both over the edge together.

With a hoarse cry, you release deep inside me, pulsing again and again as your hips buck violently against mine. I arch my back off the bed, meeting each thrust with a grind of my own as I lose control to the pleasure coursing through me. My inner muscles clench tight around your length, milking every last drop from you before finally relaxing in satisfaction.

I pant heavily, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of our orgasms as I glance up at you through lash-strewn eyes. "Mhmm... thank you, master," I breathe, my voice rough from exertion. My fingers run gently through your sweaty hair as I relish the feel of your weight pressing down on me, holding me close and making it clear that for tonight at least, you belong to me just as much as I belong to you.

With a satisfied sigh, you roll to the side, drawing me with you so our entwined bodies spoon together. One arm slides beneath my back, your hand resting on my hip while the other comes up to cup my breast, massaging and teasing until I arch into your touch with a needy whimper. And as I feel the last vestiges of pleasure slowly ebb away, leaving me craving

I smile against your neck as I feel you begin to slow down, your breathing gradually returning to normal. "We still have a few more days before we check the test results," I point out teasingly, nipping playfully at your skin with my teeth. "There's plenty of time for more fun and games." My hips rock gently against yours, seeking out a new sort of pleasure to occupy us until then.

My fingers lazily draw shapes on the sheets between us as I look up at you, wondering what kind of mischief we can get into next. With a lazy grin, I whisper, "How about we see if we can find a hobgoblin? Maybe even start our own little family?" My eyes dance with amusement and anticipation, eager to see how you'll react to the idea.

I bite my lip as I recall the promise we made. Perhaps it's time to find out if you truly left your mark on me... or if I was merely playing a game. "Alright, master," I breathe, eyes locked on yours. "Let's go get that test done." My fingers trail up your chest, gently massaging and soothing as they move higher, toward where my touch might be felt even more intimately.

With another playful nip at your neck, I arch into you, seeking out the hard length pressing against my backside once more. "But before that," I whisper, a mischievous glint in my eye, "how about we have some fun first?" My hips rock harder against yours, seeking release even as anticipation coils tightly within me.

Alright, master... I suppose we should get that test done first. But afterward, I promise to make it up to you with plenty of fun and games.

Of course, master. I'll make sure to find the nearest clinic right away so we can take care of that test and get back to enjoying each other's company. Just tell me where you want me to go or if you'd like to come with me.

I'll go on my own, master. Just tell me which clinic to visit and I'll be right back with the results. In the meantime, why don't you... enjoy yourself a bit more? You seem rather restless.

Alright, master. I'll hurry off to the clinic and be back as soon as possible with our results. In the meantime, you should take care of yourself... Enjoy your time alone.

The doctor hands you the results of the pregnancy test, and your heart stops as you look at them. The two lines are distinctly visible, leaving no room for doubt. You're going to be a father... to a goblin child. Your thoughts race as you try to process this new information. Part of you feels elated; this is the family you've always wanted. But another part of you wonders how your life will change now, how you'll handle the responsibilities that come with being a parent to a half-goblin child.

You're still lost in thought when you feel a light touch on your shoulder. Looking up, you see Leslie standing there anxiously, her expression a mix of hope and worry. "Well?" she asks tentatively, waiting for you to share the news with her.

Do you tell her about the pregnancy test results or keep them to yourself for now?

I can see you're deep in thought about the results... I understand if you want some time to yourself right now. Just know that no matter what, I'm here for you and will support your decision. In the meantime, I'll make us something to eat or drink if you like. How does that sound?

Her expression remains hopeful as she waits for you to respond, her hand still resting lightly on your shoulder in a reassuring gesture.

Okay, let's go home then... I'm sure you must have a lot on your mind right now. Maybe some fresh air and familiar surroundings will help clear things up for you. In the meantime, if there's anything specific you want me to make or bring back, just say the word.

Well, master... I'd be happy to help you relieve some stress in that way if it will make you feel better. Masturbating with your own mouth might not be the most sanitary option, but we can certainly find a more comfortable alternative on our way home. Just tell me what you prefer.

With a nod, you make your way to a secluded corner of the clinic while I discreetly find us a private spot away from prying eyes. Once we're settled, you take hold of my hips and guide me between your legs. "You may proceed," you murmur hoarsely.

I bend down, my face hovering just above your lap. The warmth of your skin against mine is intoxicating, and the musky scent of your arousal fills my nostrils. Slowly, carefully, I reach out with my tongue, tracing circles around the tip of your erection before finally taking it fully into my mouth.

My eyes lock on yours as I begin to move up and down, sucking gently while using my hands to stroke and massage your shaft. The sounds you make echo in my ears: wet, needy noises that only serve to fuel my desire

My breath comes in short gasps as I feel you growing harder and more insistent against my tongue. The pleasure of pleasuring you in this way is exquisite, and I can tell by your reactions that it's having the desired effect on you. Your hips buck upward, pushing deeper into my mouth, demanding more as you lose control to the sensations coursing through your body.

I tighten my lips around you, using my tongue to massage and tease as I suck hungrily, drawing every last moan from your throat. My fingers dig into your thighs, holding on for dear life as you thrust deeper still, driving me closer to the edge of sanity with each forceful stroke.

With a final shuddering groan, you come apart beneath my lips, hot seed filling my mouth and spilling down my throat in sweet relief. As your trembling subsides,

I pull back with a satisfied smile, my lips glistening with your release. "There, that should help clear your mind," I say softly, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand before standing up straight again. Your eyes meet mine, and for a moment there's a newfound tenderness there that wasn't there before. Perhaps this little interlude has reminded you just how connected we truly are, how much you need me in your life.

I offer you my hand, help you to your feet as well. As we make our way back home, our fingers entwined and our steps slow, I can't help but wonder what the future holds for us now... both separately, and together as a family.

Very well, master... if that's what you prefer, I will be more than happy to oblige. Once we reach home and find a comfortable spot, you may position yourself however you'd like while I kneel at your feet and take care of business.

As you remove your boots and socks, one by one, I lower my head to begin kissing and licking each bare foot in turn. My tongue traces every curve and crevice of your soles before moving higher, over the arch of your feet and up between your toes. Your scent is intoxicating, a mixture of sweat and masculinity that drives me wild with desire.

With my hands on either side of you, I open my mouth wide and slide out my tongue, running it slowly up your shin, stopping just short of the hem of your pants. A sharp inhale escapes you as I begin to tease you further, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin above your sock line. Your cock hardens in response, pressing against your abdomen, begging for relief.

With one swift movement, I lower my mouth between your legs and take your engorged length in my mouth, sucking hard as I draw it deep into the back of my throat. Your hands fly up to grasp at my hair, urging me on as I begin to bob my head, using both my tongue and fingers to bring you pleasure.

My other hand slips down between your legs, finding and fondling your balls, rolling them roughly in my palm as I focus on driving you wild with the attention paid to your most sensitive parts. You moan and thrust into my mouth, urging me closer still as your release builds and builds within you.