Page 21 of Goblin Candy

Grimsal is quiet when he brings me home, but there’s something new in his eyes when he looks at me that I can’t quite put my finger on. I suspect that the haunted house affected him far more than he has let on. In fact, he hasn’t said much at all about the haunted house. He has merely listened to me with a fond look on his face as if that’s all the enjoyment he requires right there—watching me like he can’t bear to look away for even a moment.

It’s because he appears almost hesitant to follow me, rather than press for an advantage like most guys after a date, that I turn and reach for him, pulling him into my apartment after me. My vacation is winding down. There is tomorrow, after that Halloween, and then, following the weekend, I return to work and the regular grind of my daily life. I want to capture this magic for as long as I can. Part of me entertains the what-ifs of going back to his world with him, but the reality is that I love my life here, though occasionally a source of frustration for me. I can’t imagine leaving here, and yet I can’t imagine a goblin who obviously wanders wherever his fancy takes him to stay here permanently for me.

This can’t last, but I want to savor it like one of his beloved sweets, getting every minute of enjoyment as possible. It seems that he’s of the same mind because he doesn’t protest but rather growls and presses forward eagerly, his hands coming up to my hips as he crowds me through the doorway. His reaction is hot as hell, and the moment the door is kicked shut behind us, I drag his head down and lock lips with him, enjoying the trace of sugar from the funnel cakes on his lips adding to his own naturally sweet flavor.

I moan into his mouth. How can he taste and feel so incredible? There are hints of something decadent in his flavor that’s sweet and rich that is made all the better by the satiny brush of his lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as his claws skate up my ribcage and drag lightly back down again, making me shiver.

Heat pools within me, creating an ache with its descent into my belly. My thighs rub together anxiously as my panties soak through. He growls, and I know that he scents it as his claws dig into my clothing until I can feel their pressure. My lust strokes up to a fever pitch in reaction to that deep rumbling sound. I rub against him, unable to get close enough, my fingernails digging into his clothes in turn, frustrated by the barriers between us.

I drop my arms from around his neck, flattening my palm on his chest to impatiently push him away. His responding growl makes my pussy gush with fresh heat, but I shove a little harder and he draws back, though barely, his mouth releasing mine as he hisses. I shiver, my nipples tightening at the warning, but he’s given me enough room that I’m able to tug off my clothes, his hungry eyes watching every movement as I shed my few layers. He follows suit, baring his gloriously green body so that all that lean, athletic muscle is exposed and awaiting my eager exploration.

His dark green lips curve with a hint of a teasing smile, his pupils narrowing on me. He’s like some large predatory cat with the way that he stares unblinkingly at me. I shouldn’t find that as exciting as I do. My fingers flex, eager to touch him, and his eyes snap down to them, taking in the small motion. Then they rise again to focus once more on my face, and his smile widens.

“I did have a thought to let you save your energy,” he murmurs.

My eyebrows wing up as I inch forward, tempting him to grab me. His cock bobs, standing at attention between his legs, the tip brushing his belly as he drags in a deep breath. It is glorious. Roped with thick veins, there is a distinct pattern of large bumps that run up the bottom of his cock from root to head where a clear bead of precum blooms at its tip. My pussy flutters with the memory of how wonderful it felt inside of me, releasing more slick that already coats my sex and upper thighs.

“Oh?” I breathe. It’s an effort to focus on conversation, but I’m managing—even if just barely. What were we talking about again? Oh, yes, saving energy. “For what?”

His smile widens with a hint of mischief that sends tingles rushing through me that head directly to my clenching pussy, my clit feeling swollen and aching in their passing. A soft breath pants out of me and I take a step back, and his muscles tense with interest as his cock appears to swell and stiffen even further.

Oh, what’s this? Does the chase excite him?

I find myself smiling as I take yet another step away. I’m not the least bit averse to being chased. Quite the opposite. It sends a fresh wave of hot desire through me, and his nostrils flare though he casts a lazy smile in my direction. Despite his appearance, I can see that his eyes are tracking my every movement and miss nothing.Good.

“What are you doing?” he purrs. His head cocks when I don’t answer, his muscles tightening as if preparing to spring forward. “Candy?”

A wild grin stretches across my face seconds before I turn on my heel and run through the living room, startling poor Wynx in the process who rears up as I rush past. Grimsal growls, and I can hear him coming after me, though I think he is holding himself back because he doesn’t tackle me until after I clear my bedroom.

The moment I’m inside, however, I’m lifted off my feet as his body collides with mine, his tail wrapping around my waist as he sends both of us sailing through the air on a tremendous leap. His tail tightens around me as we spin mid-air, his body taking the brunt of the impact as we hit the bed, my body safely caged within his embrace. He holds me there in place as his hips press up against my belly and his hands slide over me with an eager caress that makes me quiver against him.

Wrapping the length of my hair around one hand, he drags my head back so that my back is arched and my breasts are presented to him. He laps at one with his tongue and gently tugs it into the hot suction of his mouth with teasing nips of his teeth.

“Is this what you wanted, my sweet?” he rasps against the side of my breast.

With his grip on my hair, I can’t nod, but my breath expels in a shudder that makes him smile around my flesh in his mouth as he drags my breast deeper, sucking harder until my channel spasms on the damned empty ache deep inside of me. He then releases it with a wet pop, the tension uncoiling before I can find any satisfaction.

“Answer, my sweet,” he hisses.

“You first,” I gasp out in reply. “What do I need to save my energy for?”

He grins widely and shakes his head. “That would be telling and some things are best just to be discovered and experienced. But you will need it, I assure you of that much.” His glowing eyes glitter up at me. “Now your turn—is this what you want?”

He arches his hips at that moment as he shifts my weight until I’m directly over his cock so its bumpy base can slide up against my folds and tease my clit. I shudder against him with the force of the desire that rips through me at that contact and cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. His satisfied growl echoes in my ears but there is a demand in it too—waiting for me to give him what he wants.

“Yes!” I cry as he grinds against me again, his remaining hand on my hips keeping me pressed down firmly so that I can’t buck against him and seek my own pleasure. “Fuck, yes. It’s so hot!” I admit.

He chuckles, the sound dark and inviting. “My sweet prey enjoys the chase. Good. Very good. But you’re very naughty to try to tempt me into tiring myself early. Still,” he rumbles brushing his nose against my cheek, “I can’t deny you, my sweet. Now take what you need,” he growls, releasing his hold on me.

“What?”

His grip leaves my hair and hip, and I find myself staring down at him as he tucks both hands beneath his head and smirks up at me.

“This is your hunt that you’ve initiated tonight, though I acknowledge that you very cleverly attempted to turn the tables on me.” He chuckles. “If you wish for this, then take what you want, little huntress.”

I blink down at him in surprise.Take what I want?He’s laying himself out beneath me like my own personal playground and actually inviting me to do what I want? There have been things I wanted to try that Kyle was too big of a weenie to do, and since I have an open invitation to seek my own pleasure, I’m not going to waste the opportunity. A smile slowly stretches across my face as I slowly wiggle off him.

“All right. Just wait right here then.” I give his thigh a cheerful slap, surprising a laugh from him as I crawl off the bed.

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