Crazy Rich Goblins

This one's been in the works for a while now. Originally a sort of money-dom thing of a wealthy gobliness falling for a boy and overwhelming him with wealth, I hit a point today where it felt more sexy and enjoyable. Also looks into the idea of a goblin losing her virginity, which wasn't something I thought much about.

Everyone knew Mara-Lynn Tunch, at least in a superficial kind of way. Not many people were close to her but she was hard to ignore. She was short and a little on the plump side, but always stylishly dressed. Eric didn’t know any other goblins that dressed that nicely, so they were likely custom-made for her. It certainly didn’t sound out of the question considering that she was never far away from her towering minotaur bodyguard. Her pumpkin-colored hair was always thick and smooth, growing in long curls that ran just past her bowling ball-sized boobs. Tom mostly recognized her by the hair, since he sat behind the girl and her big colorful curls.

Thomas Black was a fairly standard demon. Slim build, brick red skin, tar black hair he kept combed and short, allowing a small pair of horns to poke out like a young goat. His family wasn't especially well-off, but they'd spared him the embarrassment of wearing human jeans with a hole cut out the back for his tail; these had the specialized slot built in that didn't leave you with an inch of underwear showing. His folks had always taught him to maintain what some people called devil's charm. It was really just a matter of being polite and courteous while following the rules. Hold doors, pay your bills, obey the speed limit... generally just be an upstanding citizen. The fact was that while people were starting to get over the stereotypes of monsters in the world, the fact remained that demons looked like everything centuries-old religions warned people about. They had to watch their step, and they'd spent the last generation building up a good rep to at least keep people off their backs.

By now, demons and goblins and most of the races drew some glances but were effectively everywhere. It was why Tom never considered himself that remarkable, and why he thought it was weird when Mara-Lynn started sitting differently one day. She sat at her desk completely sideways, her feet up and resting on the windowsill. She had put on a purple dress that sparkled with glitter and wore open-toed shoes with a couple of toe rings. Her thick gold pinky ring and some jeweled hair clips kept catching the light as she lounged her big bottom in her chair, stretching her green legs and arms out casually. She kept shifting her position, apparently trying VERY hard to get comfortable. With her boobs resting on the back of her seat and sitting sideways in her chair, he wasn't that surprised. She fussed over her spiraling orange hair, bouncing curls around her hair clips and double-checking her makeup in her compact. When she would turn, he would sometimes get a glimpse of her big blue eyes and her narrow, slightly upturned nose.

Her advances were just that subtle at first.

Once class was over, Boomer came running to catch up with Tom in the hall. "Bro, what did you do to that chick?" the male goblin asked. His eyes were wide and his ears perked up to show Tom had his complete attention.

"I... sat behind her? I don't know. Why?" Tom frowned as he shifted his books under his arm. "Was she sitting weird like that because I kicked her chair or something?"

Boomer sputtered and gestured wildly before smacking Tom's tail like an angry cat. "Seriously!? You're like a freakin' anime character over here! She was hitting on you HARD!"

"What? No!" Tom couldn't believe that. Everyone knew the reputation about goblin girls. They were less than subtle and very interested in the bigger races. He had seen more than a few half-goblins running around campus.

"So she's just suddenly wearing more shine than ever and shoving her gumballs out at you for no reason? Get with it, dude. She wants you."

"So... what do I do?"

"Well, you like her?"

"I guess. She seems nice, but nobody really knows much about her, right?"

"Just that she's stupid rich," Boomer confirmed. "And curvy as hell. As your porn-sharin' buddy, I demand you go shove that brimstone chunk in her."

"Oh grow up." Tom rolled his eyes. "That's not how you ask a girl out, even if she's a goblin."

"Of course not! You ask first, then she automatically says yes and then you two plunge."

"If I had EVER seen you with a girlfriend, I might be inclined to believe you. Plus wouldn't that look great on my reputation? No-good forgettable demon boy randomly bangs richest goblin in school. I'm not starting a scandal for that poor girl."

Boomer gave a nasaly groan of disappointment. "You're missing out big time, Black Tom."

"Yea, you can still stop calling me that. I'm red."

"Your hair's black, your name's black. And really, if you were to say your name in Japanese, I'm pronouncing it..."

"Seriously, what is it with you and anime lately?"

"My sister got me hooked on this one about giant zombies," Boomer said with a shrug. "You should check it out. Felt like something you'd like."

"Yea? Maybe I'll look into it..." Tom had his head down talking to his goblin friend, which meant he didn't see the thick shoulder coming. His scrawny body bounced off the black suit and the massive wall of muscle behind it. "Sorry! My fault!" Tom responded automatically in his instinctive courtesy. He looked up and saw the vaguely familiar bodyguard that tended to tail Mara-Lynn. The dark brown minotaur was coated head to toe in trim fur, an upturned set of horns growing above his ears that put Tom's to shame.

"’Scuse me, Mister Black," the deep southern voice of the bull-man replied, giving him a brief once over before continuing down the hall. Tom shook his head and let out a relieved sigh.

"I thought he was gonna rip you in half for a second there," Boomer chuckled. "But I'd have your back."

"Great. So he could tear us both in half instead," Tom muttered, rubbing his shoulder and brushing off a couple short bull hairs. "Seriously, can he be here? Legally?"

"If he couldn't, I'm sure her dad would make some stupid donation to make it happen. You got no idea how rich the Tunches are..."

Tom arrived at class to find a package on his desk. It had his name on it and everything, making him wonder if it was some kind of project for the Psych class. He opened it up and shook out several anime boxsets that made him furrow his brow.

"Yo, dude. Whatcha got?" Boomer asked as he climbed into a neighboring seat.

"Remember that show you mentioned yesterday?" Tom asked as he turned one of the boxes over.

"Yea."

"Was it this one?" He held up a boxset with some sparkly dragon-themed magical girls flying around, zapping some giant rotten monster with lasers.

"Nnnno... mine was-" Boomer started to correct him when Tom held up the second full series. "Uh... yea. Tall Death Shinigami. Where'd you get those?"

"They were just on my desk. Those and this other one about giant robots powered by zombies..." He turned it over and furrowed his brow as he saw something scribbled on the side.

"Wait. Gimme that." Boomer took the TDS box from him and typed something into his phone. "Yo! That's kanji! This stuff is SIGNED by the creator!"

"Is that a big deal?"

"Bro, that is like a few hundred bucks of anime right there, straight from Japan and handled by the creator. APPARENTLY overnight. All because-" Boomer clammed up and his eyes darted towards the door. A few of the students came in, Mara strutting in among them. She had some sparkly pink sunglasses and a business-like skirt and jacket, the front of which was open wide to expose a lot of lightly freckled green cleavage. The glasses were dark enough to hide her eyes, but the obvious tilt of her head kept Tom sure that she was checking his reaction. She even stopped to look out the window for a few seconds, glancing out the side of her glasses like some kind of awful spy. She was sure to hold the windowsill and stretch out her legs and hips in her long skirt, having added a pair of studded bracelets to her collection.

Tom finally gave her a nervously polite smile. Mara giggled before turning her gaze away and sitting back in her desk. Boomer just gave Tom a wide-eyed glance before class started.

It would only escalate from there as Tom's life got bizarrely easy. He mentioned hoping for the beef stew at the cafeteria, only to find that it was lasagna. He knew he couldn't win them all, but as soon as he went to order the worker looked rather excited to offer him (specifically) the stew instead. It was nice and all, but Tom couldn't help but notice the same looming minotaur passing the same employee a fat, sealed envelope. He mentioned the upcoming heatwave to a classmate just to return to his dorm to find that the entire air conditioning was suddenly being upgraded and replaced. He drank the last of his flavored water walking across the quad, just to find a letter in the morning declaring he'd won a "lifetime supply" of the stuff. A little reading of the fine print confirmed his suspicions: "funded by The Tunch Foundation."

"Dude, it's like you're dating a genie!" Boomer blurted when he showed him during breakfast. "Except genies don't got tits like that! Quick! Talk to me about what kind of car you like the most!"

"Boom..." Tom warned warily.

"Look, it's that or ask that somebody has an accident. That's the only way to be sure this is happening for real and see how far this goes!"

"No, Boom. I'm just going to talk to her."

"Right! Sometimes I forget that you're boring," Boomer nodded.

"I'm not boring. You're just freaking nuts."

"C'mon. As a fellow goblin, I can tell you she's done everything but flash her goods at you and go 'puff me up.' No gob in the world could blame you."

"I'm talking," Tom insisted as he stuck the voucher back into his textbook. "I think that's fair."

Tom arrived at class to find Mara dressed in so much bling, accessories and exposed skin that she was starting to look like an eccentric pop star. More hair clips, big hoop earrings (with smaller, weaker earrings hanging from them), more rings and glittery gold nail polish had been added to the mess, on top of a fur-lined coat and side-slit skirt. He took a steadying breath and stepped up to her desk.

"Hi. Mara-Lynn?"

"Hmm? Oh yes!" Mara said in her high but well-spoken voice, looking around and past him a few times. She was acting like she was badly pretending she didn't notice him, which made Tom crack a smile. "Thomas Blaque, I presume!"

"Right. I uh... just tom, really. I guess I have you to thank for the... presents."

"Oh well it was mostly Henry arranging them. I just asked Daddy to fund them out of my allowance," she explained rather humbly.

"Well.. thank you. Really. I know we've got class in a minute but I wanted to know if you wanted to talk after class." There was suddenly a lot of cluttering noises as Mara grabbed her desk with one hand to keep from falling out of it. It made a clatter as her various jewelry bounced against each other, and there was a sudden thumping of footsteps as the minotaur (Henry, apparently)  started to rush to catch her from inside the doorway. Tom saw him touch a large earpiece pierced into one of his bovine ears before stepping back out of the classroom.

“Sir! I-I’m not sure I’m ready for that!” Mara stammered. Tom was ready to politely back out when she went on. “I haven’t spent nearly enough on you to show my proper affection! That was hardly a few thousand dollars. I’ve heard of my father spending far more to warm up one of his future business partners. I wouldn’t be so rude as to offend the cash value of your attention!”

Tom hesitated. It was flattering in a fucked up kind of way. “It’s not a business meeting,” he reminded her. “I’d just like to take you out as a way of saying thanks.”

“Oh… oh wow… oh my!” Mara-Lynn was clearly flustered as she blushed a shade of greenish blue. “How very direct of you. Then yes… I would be delighted to commit to one of these commoner dates. Henry, do tell my secretary that I’ll be having a change of schedule today.” It might have been a little offensive to have it called a “commoner date” if she didn’t look absolutely delighted by the idea. And for how much he’d talked with Boomer, she already seemed to act and talk nothing like he’d heard about goblin girls.

It was hard for Tom to focus on class knowing that the loudly-declared date was coming up. The fact that Mara kept turning around to stare at him and sigh dreamily made it even harder. He had been planning to work up to the date part but while Mara seemed a bit clueless, she certainly knew what she wanted and she expected to get it.

If what she wanted was a date, that made his idea even easier.

After class he worked out the details. He’d offered to pick her up but Mara said they’d take her ride. “Security measures,” Henry filled in. She gave Tom her number (despite the polite protests of her minotaur bodyguard) once they’d settled on the idea of dinner and a movie. He wasn’t sure what they were going to eat, but he was a college kid. He’d manage with whatever. He’d had a dinner that was nothing but a can of soda and a loaf of French bread before. 

The date itself was a bit of a blur to Tom. It was nice in an overwhelming kind of way. Mara took him to the best steakhouse in town. Tom had worn his shirt that had some actual buttons on it to try and dress up, but he felt way underdressed for a place with valets and meals in the triple digits. Mara didn’t mind his attire at all. She was too caught up staring at him wistfully. She’d had listened to him talk for the entire meal if he didn’t keep asking about her and her life. Tom knew goblins and elves and the other modern races, but just hearing about her spoiled rich life felt almost alien. She still seemed excited to share it, and she really was cute to watch her gush after all her modesty.

After the meal they went to a movie. Mara-Lynn had bought out every seat for the show, leaving them completely alone (besides her bodyguard in the back of the theater, who Tom occasionally heard muttering into his headset in between the theatrical laser fire. He tried to ignore him, but one of the times he looked up, he caught sight of the goblin’s hand. She was curling her fingers anxiously, shifting her arm on her armrest as she inched it closer to his. She jerked it back every time she got a fraction of an inch closer. Goblin or not, she was adorably nervous about being so bold. Tom took the initiative for her and grabbed her hand, holding it for the last quarter of the movie. Her green palm was incredibly sweaty, but she squeezed his hand hard enough that he had imprints from her fingernails after the show.

The sun was down by the time they got out of the theater. Mara still didn’t let go of his hand until he had to use the bathroom, just to latch onto it as soon as he returned. She blushed her yellowish green as they got back into her limo and Hector drove them off.

“I saw the place you have to live in when we picked you up,” Mara brought up carefully. She batted her eyes at him, showing off the glittery purple eyeshadow that made the latest of her sparkling makeup and accessories. “I thought it would be rude to drop you off at such a… one-star establishment when I’d be returning to my house. So… I’d like to offer you a hotel.”

She really had spared no expense. “Oh you don’t have to. The dorms are fine. I wouldn’t want you to waste that kind of money…”

“It’s never a waste when it’s for you!” she blurted, blushing deeper into her lemon-lime shade. “And besides, I’ve already purchased the hotel. The top floor is on permanent reservation under the Tunch accounts.”

Tom was stunned by that amount of money and power. “Guess it would be a shame not to…” he muttered. Mara squealed with glee and hugged his arm, pinning it between her spherical breasts. He was being polite, but she really was cute… and rich and busty. She wasn’t the only one who had liked holding hands during the movie, and his groin was among the biggest fans. He’d be an idiot to pass up this chance.

“Wonderful! Thank you so much for accepting, Thomas! Hector! To the Luxury Stay Hotel.”

It really was everything Mara had called it. It was a bedroom half the size of Tom’s house with an enormous and fluffy bed and a giant tv. He whistled at the sight as Mara followed him in.

“It’s the best we could get on short notice,” Hector answered courteously. “I’ll be right outside if you need me, Miss Tunch.” He shut the door quietly behind us and the anxious demon heard him report in again from just outside the door. Mara-Lynn strode ahead of him and hopped onto the cushy loveseat. She smiled so hard it nearly turned into a giggle. Tom followed and sat next to her, shoulders brushing together in the comfortably confined chair.

“I had a really great time,” Tom said carefully, keeping up his own uneasy smile.

“Oh me as well! You’re such an interesting boy.” Tom nodded and smiled. She had no idea you had to pay for busses for individual trips rather than purchasing the company or the vehicle wholesale. They were quite the mismatch but it felt like they had a lot to teach each other. Tom’s forked tail wriggled behind him and it took a good portion of his focus not to just grab her plump ass with it.

“You too, Mara. I’m uh… I hope you’d want to do this again.”

“I do! And so much more!” Mara chimed. She looked up at him happily and they locked eyes. Tom leaned in closer until she raised her head, leaning higher to press her sweet-tasting lips to his. The soft smacking of her lips warned him well enough to open his mouth and their warm tongues mixed together in between. Mara sighed heavily as she leaned against him, resting her big breasts against his stomach. When Tom raised his head slightly, she moaned and slid back to the other side of the loveseat.

“Oh, my love!” she sighed dramatically. “I’m so sorry.”

“What? Why?” Tom asked. He was rock hard at the moment, and he was ready for the other foot to drop on the rich, sexy goblin that must have spent thousands on him tonight.

“I tempted you into making such an irresponsible position as kissing me. I must be pregnant with your child already!”

“Wait…”

“I understand if you don’t want to raise him,” Mara-Lynn gushed as she cradled her tight little tummy. “But I do wish you would stay! I don’t want to force you, but I so desperately-“

“Mara, why are you pregnant?”

The goblin blinked and stared at him. “Because. We kissed. It’s just like in the movies.” Tom just held his breath, too afraid he’d miss any part of this explanation. Just how far did her family go in sheltering this girl? 

“Father did his best to keep me away from the lusty content of today’s media. He said it would distract me from my studies and pursuit of inheriting the family fortune. But my curiosity was just too great! I managed to find some movies that had kissing in them, and near the end, the lovers kissed, the camera faded out, and when it returned they were pregnant. I had never known that humans could be so fertile, but I can understand why goblins are such famous breeders if something as tempting as kissing was the cause of it...”

“Mara?”

“Yes, my love?” she asked meekly, anxious about his answer.

“That’s not where babies come from.”

Mara stared at him blankly, letting that information register in her head. She got up, walked to the door, and gave it a few rapid knocks. “Henry?”

“Right here, Miss Tunch,” the minotaur answered clearly. It was as if he wanted Tom to remember he was still there. The most intimidating thing he could do short of cocking a gun.

“Would you mind leaving us with our privacy for a while?”

“Just a second, miss.” They could hear the baritone of his lowered voice for another thirty seconds. “Mister Tunch said he wants me to stay in the room with you.”

“Then tell him that you did.” It was the first real force she applied to her voice since Tom had met her, and her high little voice has a sudden level of immovable iron to it. There was a little more lowered talking on the other side before Henry knocked back on the door.

“If anybody asks, you watched a movie and ordered the sliders I’m about to eat from room service.”

“Thank you, Henry~,” Mara chimed.

“Enjoy your evening, Miss Tunch. I’ll be by my phone.”

Tom could hear Henry’s hoofsteps roaming down the hall while Mara trotted back over to him. She hopped back onto the loveseat and folded her hands patiently.

“I’m sorry. You were saying?”

Tom took a deep breath to brace himself, but it was a relief to be the one with a fraction of control over the situation. He gave her a short and broad explanation, deciding to rip off that band-aid quickly. Her cheeks blushed into a purple-pink around the first part, but she  listened intently throughout. He didn’t know every specific about goblins in particular and some of his relatives talked fondly about their childhood cages back in Hell, so he found it best to keep it non-specific.

“I see,” she said in a careful and patient tone. She looked at Tom vacantly as she pieced all this information together. “I think… it would be best if you showed me.”

“I think… that’s a really good idea,” Tom said with a shy smile. He brought a hand to hold her side and Mara’s eyes fluttered from that alone. He leaned low enough to kiss her, drawing her slowly closer as they wound their lips and tongues together. Mara moaned and squirmed in his grip, cuddling herself closer to her demonic date. If kissing felt this good, she was naturally curious about what the rest would feel like.

Tom brought his hands beneath her skirt, burying his fingers into the thick green flesh of her ass. The wealthy goblin cooed as her hips pumped in a few short thrusts, rubbing against his hands to fully explore his grip. Tom lifted her off the seat as she stood up, the soft little woman proving rather lightweight for all her curves. She gave a startled squeal as she wrapped her legs around his midsection, feeling Tom’s bulge rest against her crotch. Mara dug her fingers into his shirt and let out a shrill little purr as her whole body shook.

“That’s amazing!” she squeaked out.

“Well most couples take their pants off first,” Tom reminded her. Mara gave a drunken giggle as her broad ears tensed and folded back against the side of her head.

“I like that… can we try that?” she asked, burying her face into his collarbone. She took a few short, curious sniffs at his exposed skin as she clung to him like a busty koala.

“If you insist.” Tom shook his head as he carried her to the bed and gently dropped her the short way onto it. The bed squeaked softly (and so did she) as Mara landed, arms flopped over her head while her chubby thighs hung over the bedside. She did her best to look exposed and open to his teachings, which also included her legs spread far enough apart for her lacey purple panties to be perfectly visible in the gap of her skirt. The front of her underwear was so wet it looked like she had spilled her entire drink on her lap at dinner.

Tom started to undress the two of them as Mara let him take charge. She watched with wide, eager eyes as he unbuttoned her top and pulled her bra off over her head, spilling her breasts out. They were huge and wobbly enough that they drooped slightly to either side of her body, hard little nipples wagging at the tips as her body found various reasons to squirm and jiggle. He saw her breathe heavily and shut her eyes as he reached her skirt, carefully sliding it down her broad hips. From his spot standing between her legs, he could see her narrow nostrils flaring up as if frantically drinking up the scent of sex.

Tom finished undressing the two of them, standing over the plump billionaire who looked up at him eagerly. She bit her lip as he ran his red fingers over her skin, making sure she was properly warmed up. The way she moaned needily and bounced her hips on the bed told him she was more than ready. Bracing his hands on her sides, he leveled his cock by hand and slid inside the first careful inches. Mara’s lips parted as she gave a soft, awe-filled gasp.

“You still with me?” Tom asked carefully. Mara gave a few small, vacant nods.

“Yes. It’s lovely,” she said breathlessly.

“Okay good. I’m going to go a little deeper and you tell me if anything hurts.”

Mara nodded again and Tom pushed himself in deeper. She was a slightly tighter fit as he pressed inside, clearly somewhere she’d never ventured to herself. He barely registered touching her tender clit when Mara immediately tensed up. She gave a long, shrill squeal as her hips shot up and slammed her pelvis into his with surprising force. Her eyes grew wide as saucers as her fingernails dug into Tom’s forearms. She vibrated harder than she humped, but Tom had to gasp as he felt a warm gush of her sludgy cum splatter over his lap, slowly running down his legs. She shivered in place as her sloppy pussy ground against his lap and stomach for another few intense seconds.

“Oh, Tommy!” the sweating Mara panted as she finally got her breathing and shaking back under control. “That was incredible! I can’t… I never knew what I was missing!”

“To be honest… I barely touched you. It usually lasts a lot longer than that,” Tom admitted sheepishly. He wondered if all goblins were like that on their first time. It felt hard to blame them for being the natural sex-addicts they were known to be if every goblin virgin came with a push-button orgasm.

“You mean there’s more?!” Mara asked, her face lit up with excitement.

“If you want there to be.” Tom leaned in a little deeper. Mara-Lynn’s clit was like hard, wet rubber after she just came, so she was giggly and twitchy as he pressed in past it. The subtle friction of it was arousing in itself. She was a tighter fit than before, her pussy practically squeezing him with her wet insides. Tom knew a little about goblin sex after some friendly advice from Boomer. You never tried to pull out on an orgasming goblin. They were used to dealing with much smaller equipment, so they were built to hang on and suck out every bit of cum they could.

“I do! I want it so bad, Tommy~!” Mara mewled.

I want that too,” Tom laughed softly. Of course, he hadn’t even cum so that went without saying… but Mara took the invitation. She hooked her heels behind Tom’s legs. It pulled him deeper into her while he gave a short “Whoops!” The demon tripped forward, tumbling into the bed on top of her. She batted her eyes up at him as she wiggled her hips, simultaneously making herself more comfortable while stirring his cock inside her clamped down pussy. If she really did want more…

Tom buried his face into her neck, sucking and biting lightly. He could feel her shiver around his shaft as her hard nipples poked into his chest. He squeezed them from the sides, rubbing them up and down to tease them along his naturally warm skin. He could all but feel her heartbeat through her throbbing pussy as her eyes went wide. She entered another miniature seizure as he felt another splash of her sticky cum hit his legs, but he was too invested to ease up now. He lifted her stumpy legs and slapped one of her ass cheeks. Her booty jiggled all on its own while she let out a startled shriek. He wondered if anyone had ever spanked her in her life, but the rabbit-like bouncing of her hips on his cock showed she appreciated it.

Tom lowered his mouth from her neck to lift one of her breasts, squeezing the abundant flesh as he went after her nipples next. The licking got her to squirm but when he nibbled on them it drove her absolutely wild. She let out a high and excited wail as her feet kicked up and down, a frantic little tantrum to vent her raw excitement. When he pinched and pulled on both at once, her whole back arched as she squirted another warmer, runnier gush of cum. Even Tom’s minima experience fooling around with other girls was proving mind-blowing to the lusty and unworldly shortstack.

“Yes! Yes!” Mara started to yelp. While the pacing and volume changed, it became her word of the night as she used it for her answer to everything he did to her. He was amazed at how long her hungry pussy stayed latched onto him, making him work up a sweat to pull back more than a couple inches. Tom decided to go all out as he lifted her off the bed and rolled her over. He couldn’t pull out, but her well-lubed pussy made it easy to rotate her.

“Noooo wait,” Mara-Lynn whined. “I want you! I want more of your love!”

“Don’t worry about it. There’s more,” Tom assured her. He slapped his hips into her chunky green ass and almost came from Mara’s latest husky gasp. She clawed the bedspread as she arched her back, pushing her ass up higher and letting him slip even deeper into her. She gave a sluggish moan as he pounded her from behind, her thick cheeks cushioning Tom’s thrusts enough that he pushed deeper and harder. Mara released another slick orgasm that continued to stain his skin with her faintly green cum, nearly a ragdoll from her exhausting sexual marathon. He watched her orange curls bounce around like he had sitting behind her in class, only now they shook much more rapidly as she drooled face-first in the blanket.

At last, Tom gave a short and final grunt. Mara’s clenching pussy seemed to loosen up as his hot seed shot inside her. She was either accepting it into her womb or just too exhausted to keep up her grip. The purring goblin was still face down with nothing but her knees and thighs holding herself up for the taking.

“Oh my god,” Tom panted. “Oh my god, that was sooooo fucking good.”

Mara could only mumble something before breaking out into uncontrollable giggles. It only got worse when he leaned over her and kissed one of her ears, making it twitch like a skittish cat.

“You…” Mara finally gasped. “Are a wonderful teacher, Thomas Black. I cannot thank you enough for…” She cleared her throat to put on a slightly more professional tone than her slutty mumbling. “Reeducation. You certainly reeducated my brains out tonight.”

“Not the best phrasing,” Tom sighed. “But still hot.” With her pussy finally relenting on its death grip, he hugged her from behind as he slid in beside her. He cradled her like a fat-titted teddy bear against his chest, letting their hearts race like they were competing to keep up with each other.

Mara sighed contently as she glanced at the clock. “I must be home in an hour,” she replied quietly. “Father will expect me. Otherwise he’ll send a whole army after me.”

Tom chuckled… just in case that was a joke. “Plenty of time to cuddle,” he assured her as he kissed her sensitive ear again. Her floppy feet kicked against his legs as she giggled. “I can’t promise you’re pregnant or anything, but… pretty good first date?”

“I had so much fun!” Mara groaned. She cuddled up against him until his cock poked against her thighs. She reached over her head and caught Tom by one of his horns, pulling him lower and kissing him softly on the lips. “I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Me too,” he sighed, squeezing her tightly. He wasn’t sure how he’d top their first date, but he could worry about that later. He’d worry about the potential hit squads before that, but her bodyguard seemed sympathetic to their cause. And if dating the cute little billionaire meant eventually knocking her up as well, he was willing to make those kind of sacrifices for their love.