Page 14 of Goblin Candy

Swiping the bowl onto the floor with my tail, its contents spill out the rest of the way as it crashes to the floor. The couch is not the most comfortable spot for what I have in mind, but it will do. I can’t wait another moment. I lay her on the couch, her legs still splayed around mine, and slip my palm beneath her shirt, slowly pushing it up as I caress the softness of her belly. A look of concern momentarily tightens her face as she’s exposed, but it vanishes with a sigh when I lean down and kiss the lush swell of her belly. Running my tongue over the soft flesh, I lift my eyes and meet her gaze staring down at me.

I hold her attention as I slip my tongue lower, and her belly jumps instinctively in such a way that it rouses a pleased purr from me. This is a sort of hunt all on its own as I slowly and methodically learn what touches bring her the most pleasure. In truth, it is one that spans the lives of a mated couple if they are adventurous enough. I have a feeling that my Candy will be. She doesn’t balk at anything. Even when I press my teeth to her skin, she only shivers blissfully.

“If this gets to be too much, or you wish me to stop, just tell me.” I’m completely serious about this. This should be fun.

She blinks down at me as if caught by surprise but gives me a short, jerky nod in response. I grin up at her, enjoying the flush spreading over her skin. Holding her gaze, I gently nip the curve of her hip, and she gasps, her hips canting toward me. She moans in protest when I sit up, but her skin shivers delectably as I drag her shirt up over her head, exposing her breasts cupped in a lacy black undergarment.

I finger the webbed lace with interest. This is not a garment that goblin females wear, nor many of the fae races aside from those who wear naught but a band of cloth binding their breasts with their waist wraps. Aside from the dark lace, the rest of the material has a glossy sheen to it that begs to be petted. I run my fingers down the silken texture, and Candy’s nipple pebbles beneath my touch. I pass my claw lightly back and forth over it until it’s a rigid crest beneath her covering and her breaths become sharp with desire.

Skimming my fingers along the straps until reaching her shoulders, I push them down until they fall over the sides of her arms, allowing me to pull the fabric down to expose her generous breasts, each tipped with a tightly furled brown nipple. I drag my tongue over one and then the other, circling them and lapping at them until she twitches beneath me. Only then do I suck the nipple into my mouth, lavishing my full attention upon it. As I tease one with my tongue, my fingers pluck at the other until it becomes firm and distended between my fingers as I gently pull and twist the flesh. Her moans fill my ears, and I growl with pleasure at her responsiveness.

I love her sweet sounds as much as I do the heady taste of her skin. When she starts grinding her hips against my chest in an impatient, needy rhythm, I abandon the tasty morsels to turn my attention lower. Lapping my tongue against her hip and belly once more, I tug at both her soft pants and silky undergarment and remove them at once. Within moments she is bare and her glistening, swollen sex is opened for me. I trace a claw along the dewy folds and smile at her sharp intake of breath.

The rich scent of her pheromones is more potent here. I breathe them in deeply, savoring them, before dragging my tongue along her sex, capturing the sweet complexity of her flavor in my mouth. I groan, my hands clamping tighter on her thighs as I taste her again. It has a drugging effect on my senses, making me more and more ravenous as I lap the dew from her before sucking her peaked little clit hard to encourage a fresh release of arousal for me to drink in again. Over and over, I do this until she is writhing and whimpering, her legs twitching in the hard grip of my hands.

I growl against her sex and work my tongue deeper as she fights against the sensual onslaught and attempts to close her legs against my invasion on her sensitive flesh. The sweetest victory is mine, however, when her channel convulses around my tongue as she cries out. Her release floods my mouth, and I growl and moan all at once at the pleasure that knifes through me, bringing my cock to a brutal and yet euphoric ache between my thighs. I immediately attack her clit with fervor, heating streaking through my blood, demanding that I take more.

Her hand flattens against my head, and she pushes as her hips attempt to wriggle away from my mouth. I reluctantly release her clit with a sucking pop. With a growl, I climb up her body, my hand releasing the ties on the trousers and allowing my cock to spring free. Her channel is still convulsing as my hips snap forward, finally driving into her hot grasp. The clasp of it nearly undoes me as my balls draw up in preparation to seed and claim her but I battle the sensation back as I remain still within her until I’m certain that I have control of myself again.

Never before have I been tempted to spill within a female I’ve taken to my bed because never before have I wanted so desperately to claim a female as my own. Any other has only driven me to intense pleasure at the edge of release and kept me there until I withdrew. It is what I also plan to do with Candy to prolong the hunt, but for a moment, as her cunt squeezes my cock, I worry that my body will betray me.

This is more than just want with Candy. My instincts are striking hard, rushing through me in a hot haze as I rock my hips, shuttling in and out of her. Her cunt clasps me on every withdrawal as if demanding my seed, its every ripple of pleasure making me shiver. I pinch her clit as I slam home, and her hips jerk up to meet me with a breathy cry. I rub the little nub as I pick up my pace, my free hand grasping her breast to thumb her nipple as I pin her in place. She possesses such exquisite softness that I want to surround myself in it. I flatten my body to hers as my hips drive faster, her breasts rubbing against my chest with every jiggle of her body in time to my thrusts.

I clutch her tighter to me and press my cheek against hers so that I catch her every moan and breath in my ear. I can feel her fingernails pressing into my shirt, digging into my flesh. I capture her mouth with mine, needing to drown myself in her taste as I suck on her little tongue with a moan, my hips pumping harder. Her taste is the finest wine, the richest chocolate, and the sweetest berry all merged into one. I kiss her deeper as I rut her like a male obsessed.

She shakes against me, her cunt convulsing around me with her release, but I’m lost in my hunger. I can feel my orgasm nearing as the sensation tightens through my back. She cries out again, her muscles clench around me so hard that my vision briefly whites out. I only just barely yank my cock from her convulsing channel in time to prevent my release within her.

Rubbing the bumpy head of my cock back and forth over her clit, I shake as it jerks in my hand, spewing pale cum over her mound, drenching it. Her breath shudders out of her as she moans, her body twitching with the stimulation to her clit where the heaviest part of my load coats her. The glide of my cock in the sticky mess makes it twitch as arousal starts to rise within me once again. My flesh is more than willing to enjoy another round, but I’m not so confident if I can hold off my need to claim her again this soon.

Reluctantly, I pull away and inch back further on the couch to give us both room to breathe before I act on my instinct to claim. I swipe the damp strands of my dark hair out of my face and grin down at the female stretched out on the couch before me, exhausted and flushed. Her head turns at a particularly gruesome scream, and I drag her up against my side, my hand stroking down her sweat-slick back as we settle back into watching the movie—just my mate considerably less clothed, much to my pleasure.

Although she eventually pulls a soft blanket around us, we don’t move from that couch for several hours, watching one movie after another until she begins to yawn, her eyes drifting shut with exhaustion. I hate to leave her, and although she doesn’t ask me to leave, I also know it is unwise for me to stay and risk temptation.

I straighten my clothes as I rise before bending over to pick her up and carrying her to her room. Her bed is large and soft and looks far more pleasant of a place to sleep than the couch. Probably a more comfortable place to rut her as well, and I hope that neither of us ache in the morning from our exploits. Carefully laying her on the plush surface, I smile when she mumbles in protest and tries to ensnare me in her arms.

“Don’t go,” she mumbles sleepily as I untangle myself and press a kiss to her brow.

“I will be back before you know it,” I assure her. “Tomorrow, though, is my treat.”

Her brow scrunches adorably, but she nods. “Better be scary.”

I chuckle and brush her hair back from her face. “I wouldn’t dream of anything less for you, Candy.”

Her lips curve in a smile but her eyes are shut, and I know that she’s already drifting off to sleep. I’m tempted to slip into bed next to her and hang the consequences, but I turn away from her bed and let myself out.

For goblins the hunt is more than just the pursuit and the bragging rights, a long hunt is also an essential part of bonding that no one wants to cheat their mate out of. Candy will have all that she’s due.

CHAPTER11

CANDY

Iwake with a pleasant ache that can only come from a very satisfying round of sex. There is also a less pleasant ache in my back from doing it on the couch—a reminder that I’m not getting any younger—but I smile anyway as I stretch in bed. My smile widens as I recall his parting words. Not only am I seeing Grimsal again but he’s arranging a Halloween activity for us! I had planned to go by the autumn festival downtown today, but that can wait. I’m very curious to see what exactly he comes up with. He seemed to be on the same page as me about spooky thrills if last night was any indication.

I barely get my first cup of coffee into me when my communication mirror shimmers with a chiming sound. The mirrors have become popular since the portals opened. Sure, cellphones are still popular for photos and apps, but everyone these days has a mirror and I was one of the first in line for obvious reasons. Part of me hopes that it’s Grimsal, but I’m not disappointed when I accept the communication and see Lottie’s excited face staring back at me. She would call me the moment she felt that it was late enough in the morning for me to be up and caffeinated enough to gossip.

She leans forward in the mirror with a broad smile. “So how did the date go?”

I take a quick gulp of coffee as I blush down to my roots. Unfortunately, I underestimate how hot it is, and gasp to cool my mouth after it goes down. “Good. Very good.”

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