Bear the Goblin: Part Two (special preview)

I’ve always been a troublemaker, no way of getting around that. As a kid I would pick fights for seemingly no reason except I enjoyed the chaos of it. As I got older and mixed sex into it, I really became too much for my family to handle. After being kicked out, as they thought it would set me straight, I found my true calling in life with mercenary work. I also found a place that felt more like home than with my family. That place was the Granmouth Pub.

Now, don’t think I learned any lessons or anything, at the rotten core of my being I was an incorrigible troublemaker. I caused chaos and drama at the Granmouth just as much as anywhere in the world I went. The only difference was, at Granmouth I had a friend who understood me and allowed me to pay off my debts. Moth, in a strange way, was my guardian angel. Back when we first met he was stressed and anxious over some debt he owed opening up the bar. I offered my services to help him pay, and from there a beautiful friendship formed. From there, Moth willingly put up with me. Sometimes he even put up with me gladly.

Moth was nicknamed for the large birthmark on his face. The way it was shaped, covering his eyes and down his cheeks, it looked like a moth, even the splotches formed a pattern similar to the moths that hung around the torches at night. He was big though, so no one really messed with him about it. But underneath it all, Moth was a sweet guy. But I learned that you never pressed his buttons, or you’d really see what he was capable of.

“How long are you here for this time?” Moth was waking up, but only because I had gotten hungry and started sucking his cock. During my stays at Granmouth, Moth let me stay at his place in the cottage behind the pub.

I lifted my mouth from his monstrous cock, truly the biggest and best I’d come across in all my journeys. “You really know how to sweet talk don’t you?”

Moth scoffed and laid back against his pillow. He thrust his arm over his head while I continued playing. “I like sleeping in, and you always wake me up too early.”

“Mmm.” I dragged my tongue down his shaft, planting kisses until I reached his sack. He jerked, which meant he enjoyed it.

“Answer me,” he growled.

“I can’t think right now, your dick’s too big.” His hand then thrust into my hair and yanked me up. He forced me to look at him so I just smiled. “Just a few days, I’m never here long.” I yank my head so he pulls my hair and I moan, showing off a little.

Moth scoffed and let me go, letting me continue to feast upon his shaft. “You’re working today, don’t over do it first thing in the morning.”

“When have I ever overworked?” I giggled. I caught the first drop of precum onto my tongue, and I only grow more famished. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Moth watched as I raised up over him, showing off just how wet and needy my pussy was. He sighed and wagged his fingers, urging me to do what I wanted. “I never mind. Just as long as your tab is paid in full.”

I slowly took him inside me. I was wet and ready, but his cock was still massive. You’d think I’d be used to such a dangerous weapon, but somehow, taking Moth always felt like the first time. “You know I always do.” I tease myself with just the tip, letting those flared glans slip inside then rub against my clit.

“Are you really going to be traipsing off with this boys?” Moth hand settled around my hip, holding me but still letting me have my way.

“They’re young men,” I chuckled. “And sure why not?” I eased Moth in a little more, thanking whatever deity existed from making such a cock. “They seem like fun, and I can teach them everything I know.”

“Like how to tame their gag reflexes?” Moth laughed.

I slapped his stomach and he yelled. “From what I can tell, Spring has already taught them that.” I took more of his shaft, biting my lip as my inner walls ached.

“That fucking hurt.” He spanked my ass and I squealed with delight. “You half-pint slut.”

“That's the best you can do, big boy?” I wiggled my hips so he could see what he was doing to me. “You’ve fucked me more than anybody.” I finally was full of him, and there was still so much dick left.

Moth grinned. “You’ve still fucked more than me.” He rolled his hips, pushing as deep as he could before slowly pulling out. “And even then you still can’t take all of me.”

Biting down upon my lip I grinned at him. “You know what? I like that. It means part of you is still a virgin.”