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Alchemists Brew

By: WerewolfatNight



Jeff strolled slowly up the wide street, realizing he was in a high-rent neighborhood. The road was on a bluff outside the city walls of Avincor, away from the stench and noise. The houses were typically surrounded by stone or brick walls, and most were two or three stories. Some had guardhouses at the gates, but only a few of these were occupied.

Jeff glanced at these guards, who returned his stare either indifferently or with a hostile glare. None of them looked particularly tough, but his hand unconsciously patted the huge revolver in its shoulder holster beneath his tunic jacket just the same. With it, he was more than a match for most opponents on this world, he figured. At least, most human ones, anyway, and that thought gave him comfort. 

Because not much else was going his way at the moment. Lisa had gone without a note or trace- which seemed to be her M.O. "Don't worry about that one, Stud." Lady Maeriadonna had said, grinning. "She always turns back up when you least expect her."

Then Maer had left almost as suddenly as well, summoned back to her homeland by some dynastic or family emergency or something. And –poof!- he was all alone in a foreign city, in a foreign world. 

Maer had left Jeff with a decently heavy bag of gold and a letter of introduction to an old colleague of hers that she had heard was looking to hire on help. 

Jeff's had looked up a couple of the more highly-regarded mages in town and researched the cost of getting home. The problem wasn't just the transportation spell itself- that spell was actually pretty straight-forward, though by no means cheap. What was really going to be the problem was for the mage in question to find out where to send him- there were apparently infinite choices of destinations, and singling out his home world was going to be a job in itself, requiring subtle and powerful magics. 

Maer had suggested the same thing Lisa once had- adventuring was the quickest way to wealth, or to ingratiating himself to someone with the requisite skill and power to send him home. That, or learn magic himself, the Halfling had told him- an idea he had found both intriguing and disturbing. All he really wanted was to get back home, to a world with cable TV and Charmin and central heat & air. 

He arrived at the address he was looking for- a wall of grey stone with a metal gate. The gate had a viewing slot that was currently closed. There was a little gong in a niche, and he banged it with the small hammer provided, producing a rather weak noise. 

A startled shout came from the other side of the gate and the viewing slot slid open abruptly. A pair of dark eyes peered out suspiciously at him. "Here now! What do you mean making a ruckus like that? Whaddya want?"

The voice was gruff and the owner sounded like he was nearly out of breath. Jeff stepped back to give the guard a good view of him and nodded a greeting, smiling with as much friendliness as he could muster. "I'm looking for a Mr. Fergus Willsmith. I have a letter here..."

"Yeah? Let's see it- pass it through." The guard sounded annoyed. 

Jeff hesitated a moment, then did as asked. The slot closed immediately, and he heard a muttered conversation on the other side. He grinned- he had the impression he had interrupted something- he could hear a woman's voice retreating before the slot slid back open. He quickly removed the grin.

"Wait here a bit, then."

The gate opened after a short while and the guard waved Jeff in. Jeff guessed the man to be about fifty or so, with a lean, wiry build and thick, bushy grey mustache and eyebrows and a sallow, sullen cast to his features. There was a little hut built into the wall, and the yard was neatly mowed and gardened. The guard indicated the doorway of the house with a nod, framed by a pointed arch, with three short steps leading up to it. The house was two stories tall but seemed somehow squat and almost fortress-like despite the many windows on both floors. 

"Knock on the door and the maid will let you in. Mind you don't let the goblin too close to your purse." He warned with a snide laugh.

Jeff nodded and walked to the door. Goblin? 

The maid wore a surprisingly stereotypical maid outfit- not the first time on this world that he had noted clothing similar to that worn back home. She had short, wavy brown hair and a nice smile, but her brown eyes looked bright and almost feverish. Was she drunk, he wondered? Or stoned maybe? 

He took in a pretty good shot of cleavage as he passed her to enter. He noted that she snuck a glance and a wave at the guard before closing the door behind him and wondered if this was who had been at the gate with him- she had to be easily half his age, if not more. She led him to a cozy little room. "Make yourself comfortable in the parlor, sir. The master will be a good while, I'm afraid. Can I get you something?" 

He looked at her closely. Her pupils were dilated slightly, and she had a hungry look to her glance. She was definitely under the influence of something, he figured. Her offer was pretty blatant, but he was here for a reason, and didn't want to blow his best chance to get hired on as an adventurer.

"Um, no. I'll be fine, thanks."

"Can I take your jacket?" She reached with both hands toward his lapels, and he caught them gently. He didn't want to expose the shoulder rig.

She giggled. "Bashful, are you? The master likes me to make his guests welcome. Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?" 

He let go of her hands, and they immediately dropped to his crotch. 

"Damn, girl!" He said to softly as he felt his prick begin to stir under her urgent rubbing. "Um, you're sure your master wont mind?"

She giggled as she sank to her knees in front of him. "He would insist."

She had his pants down to his ankles in seconds, and she kissed his cock in welcome as it rose to greet her. The door to the parlor was wide open, and he bent his head to look out it. Regardless of how the master wanted his guests welcomed, Jeff would rather his first impression be a little more sophisticated than this- but on the other hand, the maid had a nice little technique- at the top of his cock she would waggle her head around the knob two or three times before bobbing down the shaft a good way. She kneaded the base of his cock with one free hand, and the other gently cupped his balls. 

She pulled away suddenly and led him over to a chair by his dong. She leaned over the chair and flipped up her skirt. She was naked beneath, and her puffy cunt lips glistened. 

He growled softly as he placed his knob at her entrance and pushed gently. She was warm and wet around him, and felt nicely stretched. He thought again of the scene at the gate- he was certain he was finishing what the gate guard had started. Tough luck for him, Jeff thought as he started pumping with a purpose. 

She was a moaner, and he leaned forward and covered her mouth, looking anxiously again towards the door. She sucked his middle finger into her mouth and began treating it like she'd just treated his dong. 

Wanting to get this over quickly and aware she was already close he reached around her and found her clit. He was thrusting so hard the chair was lurching a few inches with each thrust, and he leaned forward to nuzzle her ear. 

"Come for me, baby." He urged. "Come on- let me feel you come."

She groaned around his finger and he felt her pussy muscles clenching at him. He let his own load go a few thrusts later with a satisfied groan. She was a nice piece of ass, he thought. She turned and gave him a warm kiss, and while she did so she wiped his dick clean with a rag she had produced from somewhere. 

She knelt and pulled his pants back up for him, and he buttoned them and buckled his belt as she straightened her own attire. She gave his crotch a pat and turned towards the door. "I'll get you something cool to drink, Sir." She said, smiling as she left the room.

The parlor contained several stuffed chairs and a wide variety of decorations. On one wall a variety of paintings of fantastical creatures vied with a collection of painted masks- not at all barbaric but finely crafted of wood and metal and one that might have been ivory or bone. 

On another wall a bookshelf stood, the books separated by numerous busts and small statues of military-looking figures. A few of the books seemed to be in English- which never ceased to amaze him- how had modern English come to be the dominant language on this world so far away from his own- though the locals simply called it as the 'common' tongue? But many of the books were in languages strange to him. 

A large map covered the other wall, and he moved to it and began to study it. It seemed to be a map of the continent on which Avincor stood. He studied the map carefully. Avincor was prominently marked on the Eastern side of the continent, and he noted the river that quickly led from there to the broad body of water marked 'Magoyan Sea". Up and down the coast were a number of cities, though only one was marked anywhere near as heavily as Avincor, which he assumed was a measure of size. 

His attention on the map, he didn't realize at first that someone had moved quietly up beside him, and he jumped away, startled. The goblin smiled at him. 

It was plainly a goblin, though he had never seen one before. It was short and scrawny and had greenish skin and darker green hair, almost black. Sharp, pointed teeth were displayed in the smile, and he realized with a start that it was female. 

He suddenly realized that his gun was in his hand- though he didn't remember drawing it. All that practice must be paying off, he thought rather sheepishly as he lowered it to point at the ground. 

If the goblin realized the gun was a weapon, it hadn't been intimidated by it, he noted. It had yellow eyes and large pointed ears. Its features were sharp and it looked gaunt. It wore some sort of silk loin cloth/skirt thing belted with a thin gold rope or chain and a sort of short tank top of the same material. It had smallish, pointed breasts and its midriff was bare, displaying a startling series of scars that looked like claw marks, bisecting the navel at a sharp angle. How had it survived that wound? He wondered idly.

A soft cough from the door made Jeff turn slightly, though some instinct made him take a step back as he did so to keep the goblin in his line of sight. The figure at the door nodded appreciatively.

"You don't like our little friend, do you?" The newcomer noted with a smile. "Good, good. Scat, then, Elvira." He waved a casual hand at the goblin, which looked from him to Jeff again, and then shrugged. Giving Jeff another toothsome smile, it left the room without a sound. 

The man approached with a hand extended. "Fergus Willsmith at your service." He was of middle height, burly with dark, piercing eyes. His neatly trimmed mustache was tinged with grey and he wore a pair of round spectacles. He reminded Jeff of a banker or a business man.

Jeff shook the hand and introduced himself- as their hands met, Jeff felt a strange tingling sensation, like static electricity. Fergus studied him frankly as they spoke. "The Lady Maer's letter said you were a man of some prowess. I take it you know how to handle that hand-cannon of yours?"

Jeff nodded. "I'm all right with it."

"Can I see it?"

Jeff shrugged. He emptied the four cylinders, pocketing the heavy, crude bullets as he passed the weapon to Willsmith, who examined it appreciatively for several moments. "Are you a man of science, then?" He asked suddenly. "Do you know why this works as well as how?" 

Jeff shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. If you're asking if I could make another one, or make my own bullets- no I couldn't."

"So- a man of action, then, yes?" There was a satisfied gleam in Fergus' eye as he handed the gun back, and a hint of disdain, which confused Jeff a bit. Did the man think he had him pegged already? And as what- some sort of Neanderthal? 

"Do you know any magic, then?" Fergus continued. "Can you cast any spells?" 

Jeff shook his head. 

"Speak any other languages? Orc, maybe? Elvish?"

Jeff found himself getting faintly annoyed, and remembered how long it had been since he had interviewed for a job back home. "No. But I can read and write, and I have a horse stabled down in town. I'm pretty dependable, and loyal. If you give me a job to do I'll get it done without you having to watch over me." He shrugged. "I get along with most people, and I'm not afraid to get dirty when the job calls for it." He thought he'd covered most of the stuff most employers wanted to hear.

Fergus rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a few moments. "Yes, you might well do. Lady Maer would not have recommended a coward, or a sluggard. I won't insult you by warning you of the dangers if you sign on, but be forewarned- we'll be traveling soon to dangerous places. And there are some tasks I need accomplished in the weeks before we leave that I may need you for...."

Jeff shrugged again, smiling. "No problem. Um.... How exactly does the pay work?"

Fergus waived a hand airily. "You can work those out with my secretary- if you'd like to work for a salary. Or as a full member of the company you'll get a share of the profits from the trip. Your choice." Again that faint tinge of scorn came across.

He realized he had made a mistake- Lisa and Maer had both explained the difference between a henchman and a full-fledged member of an adventuring party-but apparently not a major one. Still, he suspected he had fallen still further in Fergus' opinion- but maybe he could salvage some of that.

"What I meant was, what is the prize we're after, and how many shares are spoken for?"

Fergus leaned forward in a business-like manner, rubbing his hands. "We'll be traveling into the wilderness east of the Hook Mountains. In the ruins of an ancient city called Arisia I hope to find a certain artifact that will is worth a significant fortune. In fact, it may very well be priceless. Right now, if we include you there are four in the party- I would like to include at least a couple more members, preferably three or four. The wizard Celembris will lead us in the field, and will receive two shares, I myself will also receive two, and the rest will receive one share each, with an additional share kept for expenses, bonuses and bribes. The usual arrangements."

Jeff nodded slowly, as if familiar with the usual arrangements. 

Fergus smiled. "Good- then I have a few questions for you. You seemed more than willing to do damage to Elvira. Can I assume you have no great love for her race?"

One of the more derogatory terms Jeff had picked up in his time in this world was 'goblin lover'. He wanted to project a certain image to Fergus, so though he had no particular hatred of goblins-he'd never even seen one before Elvira- he shrugged indifferently. "The only good goblin is a dead goblin."

"And do you feel the same about orcs, ogres and trolls- and the other monstrous races in general?"

Again the shrug. "I can take them or leave them, I guess." He noted the hint of a satisfied gleam in Fergus' eye and wondered what the man wanted from him.

"What about the humanoid races- elves, dwarves, Halflings and the like?"

"Oh, I like Halflings- and elves, too." Maer had been a delight, and there was this little half-elf hottie in the inn he had been staying at that he would have loved to get his hands on. 

"I assume, though," said Fergus. "That if you had to work- or even fight- alongside Elvira or some half orc bastard that you could overcome your hatred?"

Jeff scowled slightly. "I am a professional." He said simply. 

"Good, good. This may work out very well indeed."

Jeff had taken the room Fergus offered him, but in the next couple of days mostly situated himself in the parlor, by far his favorite room in the house. The maid- Bette- had smiled shyly at him whenever they passed in the house, but for the most part avoided him over the next couple of days, which surprised him a little, considering her apparent interest at their first meeting.

He had several books and an atlas spread out on a desk, trying to familiarize himself with this world when he realized the goblin was again standing just behind him, looking over his shoulder. She had a disturbing knack for sneaking up behind him, but this time he didn't jump or pull his pistol.

She gazed up at him, scrawny arms folded just below her breasts, which had the effect of pulling the material tight over her small, pointed tits. Her face had sharp cheekbones and thick, arching brows, and the slant of her yellowish eyes gave her face an evil-looking cast. She was far from a beauty, but there was something of an exotic attraction about her, he thought.

"Master wants you to fuck me." Her voice was raspy and hoarse sounding, and there was a strange glint in her eyes. 

"Excuse me?"

"Master wants you to sucky-fucky with me. He thinks you hates me, he does, so he wants you to fuck me."

"Well, sure- that makes sense." He observed dryly. 

His sarcasm appeared lost on her. "Like he made the girly slave suck the gate guard, till you came and she sucky-fucked you instead." She smiled now, exposing those sharp, pointed teeth.

He cocked his head, thinking. "How did he make her..... And anyway, how would you know all this?"

"I read it in his book. He writes in it every day- sometimes more."

Jeff pondered this. "And he lets you read his journal?"

She shrugged expansively. "Master not thinks I can read. Now he wants his potion to make you fuck me."

"Why in the world would he want that?"

"He needs to test potion works when person hates who they're fucking. Like slave girly hated gate guard but was going to sucky-fucky him, till you bumped in. You fucked her good- me and master watched. He gots big plans for potion if it works. He gonna slip it in your drink tonight. See if you murder me or fuck me."

He thought about the feverish look he had noted in the maids' eyes as she had seduced him and nodded to himself. Fergus didn't mind messing with people against their will, apparently- a good thing to know, figured. "So. Does he want me to rape you, or does he get you to take the potion too?"

She dipped her chin in a curious gesture and looked up at him, and her smile was looking more and more nasty. "Silly man. Elvira not needs a potion to want to sucky-fucky. Master knows that." Her tongue slid out of her mouth and she wiggled it briefly. He was shocked to by its length; it was like Gene Simmons' tongue on steroids! 

He sat back to consider the goblins' tale. His first notion was to question her motive- why would she tell him- warn him- if she wanted to fuck him anyway? 

"Why does he need to test it so bad?" 

She turned and walked away, flouncing her then hips and bony ass in a surprisingly alluring manner. 

"Follow me and see."

She picked the lock on the door leading to Fergus private hallway with the ease of long practice. She had assured him Fergus was away for the day, but he was nervous. His place in the party was only one of the things he figured he was risking by breaking into his benefactor's sanctum. 

The goblin smoothly navigated the hallway, apparently disarming a number of traps as she passed with casual ease. There were three doors at the end of the hall- the endmost and the one on the right had heavy doors. The one on the left opened to what was obviously a laboratory and workshop. 

"This one takes a minute." The goblin said, leaning down to pick the lock on the door at the end of the hall. He peered into the lab. Several multi-colored potions were bubbling and percolating over flames, in tubes of various shapes. On a sort of stand was a huge book- Fergus' work-journal?

The goblin pushed the door open and Jeff gasped. A naked woman was tied spread-eagled on a low, round bed. Wait- maybe not a woman- her skin was impossibly black- as black as shadow, and her feet were cloven hooves. But she was definitely, undeniably female. 


Alchemists Brew



He glanced down and noted Elvira smirking up at him. "You like, huh? This why master wants potion to work. C'mon."

Jeff advanced warily. The creature appeared to be sleeping. Its body was voluptuous to an almost inhuman degree. Jeff immediately thought of a playboy centerfold in its perfection, except for the obviously inhuman aspects- the skin, the vivid, blood-red hair, the hooves, and what appeared to be a thin, whip like tail with a spear-point tip. 

The eyes snapped open and he leaped backwards. They were vivid green and slit like a cats, on a yellow background. She smiled at him, and her beauty was breath-taking. He felt a stirring in his loins and a buzzing in the back of his head somewhere, and he found himself stepping away and shaking his head.

She laughed merrily, her voice surprisingly light and melodious. "He's stronger than the alchemist by a long shot."

Elvira nodded. "Told you so."

Jeff blinked. "Who- what are you?"

She blinked up at him innocently. "I'm Tvath- a prisoner- cant you see? Imprisoned by an evil scientist, prey to his foul lusts. Won't you release me?" Her voice was as innocent as a schoolgirl's, but still somehow contained a husky seductiveness that almost made his tongue hang out.

He glanced at her bonds- thin straps of what looked like silver thread. They looked a schoolgirl could snap them with ease- there had to be magic involved. His eyes lingered on her feet, following the hooves up to mid-calf, where they suddenly turned from something goat-like to the lightly muscled legs of a dancer. His eyes continued upwards to the shapely thighs, and the shape of her vagina between them. As he looked, the lips of the cunt parted slightly, and he could see the barest hint of bright pink folds between them, glistening wetly. Suddenly, the lips pulsed wide open and shut quickly, several times in rapid succession, a somehow compellingly erotic movement that made his cock twitch in his pants. 

His eyes widened and darted to hers, alien and enticing. She smiled. "I could show you a good time. Something you'd never forget." Now her voice was as raunchy as a harlot's, low and throbbing with lust.

He swallowed hard. "Yeah, I think you could." But he also wondered if he would survive the experience. Whatever she was- demon or succubus or something else-she wasn't anything... safe.

"Quit playing around." The goblin said. "Master will be coming home soon."

The creature pouted momentarily, and then smiled again with a slight shrug of her imprisoned shoulders. "Elvira's right. Did she tell you the Alchemist's plan for you?"

"That he was going to slip me a potion- an aphrodisiac. I'm still not exactly sure why."

"Because he knows that you're not from this world. And he thinks you're an outsider, like me, in disguise. Now, I wonder where he could have got that idea!" She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows ingenuously. Everything little gesture she made was somehow intensely erotic. "And he thinks if the potion works on you, it will work on me, and I'll give him the wild, out of this world fuck he was hoping for when he imprisoned me, instead of me just laying here like a corpse. He's a brilliant man in a lot of ways, but he's an idiot in others. Oh, and he's not planning on keeping you around long afterwards, either."

Jeff was silent for several moments, digesting all of this. "And what exactly do you want me to do?" He asked finally.

She laughed again, and again he was struck at how her voice sounded so fresh and innocent. "Well, we don't want you to take the potion, but we want you to act like you did. And we want you to give Elvira here a jolly good swiving, so Fergus will think he can go ahead to the next step."

"So why not just let me go ahead and take the potion?"

"Because I don't think it would work on you. Elvira tried a few tricks I taught her on you, and you seem to have a pretty high natural resistance to compulsions- you didn't even notice. We need it to look like its foolproof- and there's always the chance that it just might do something else to you, have some other effect that we can't foresee. Then Fergus doesn't try it on me."

"OK-so I fake taking the potion, and we do the nasty. Then what?" 

She shrugged again. "Then I get free. You two get everything else- the house and everything in it. And anything else you can think of that you might want..." The offer made his stiffened rod throb again. 

"And Fergus?"

She smiled. "Oh, I won't kill him or anything, if that's what's bothering that handsome little head of yours. I may take him home with me; show him off to the girls."

He hesitated, and she saw it. 

"Elvira, I think our fine young stud here is still confused by a sense of loyalty to Fergus. Give him a nice long look at Fergus' journal- let him see what kind of a man we're talking about."

"A toast!" Fergus passed the after dinner aperitifs around the table himself, and Jeff had to stifle a guffaw at how clumsily the alchemist had been in spiking his drink with the potion. "To the possibilities of the night."

Elvira was acting as a server at the meal, and as the small, conical classes were lifted to their lips, she dropped her tray of dishes noisily. As all eyes darted to the distraction, Jeff smoothly dumped the contents of his glass down the overlarge sleeve of his left arm, and then raised the empty glass to his lips as if he had downed it. 

"Clumsy Bitch!" Fergus snarled. Jeff ignored the cool liquid on his inner arm as he waited for Fergus to look back his way. When the Alchemist did, Jeff shuddered and shook his head as if he'd been punched. He pushed himself up from the table, still shaking his head and swaying slightly. He had been coached on how the potion had affected the maid when they had tricked her into drinking it, but he felt he might be over-doing it. Still, he squinted and tried to keep his gaze out of focus as he turned his head from Fergus to the goblin. 

"Let me teach the bitch a lesson in manners, Fergus." He said roughly, trying to slur his voice drunkenly. 

Fergus smiled delightedly and waived him away negligently. "Do as you will with her, my friend."

Jeff circled the table and grabbed up the startled looking goblin by the back of the neck and one scrawny arm. "Let's go, you piece of filth." He snarled as he propelled her out of the room.

Elvira had informed him of the scrying panels Fergus had in nearly every room of the house, which allowed him to spy on events throughout it. Fergus, Elvira and Tvath had watched his initial encounter with the maid through one, and Tvath had laid the groundwork for her plan because of it. There was another in his room, which is where he took the goblin. He knew the Alchemist would be watching from the side of Tvath's bed, waiting to see if he could trust the potion on her. He flung her roughly on his bed and slammed the door behind him. 

She cowered in a convincing manner on the bed, and he looked her over for a long moment. She was in her customary garb- not much of anything. She was gangly and scrawny, with hardly any tits to speak of and her features weren't attractive by human standards- the bones of her brow and cheeks were overly prominent and her chin was a sharp point of bone. But not for the first time, he had to acknowledge a certain attraction, and despite her cowering attitude he could see the gleam of lust in her eyes. This was not going to be a hard act to pull off. 

"Strip, bitch." He growled. 

Her eyes widened almost comically, and then she wriggled out of her meager clothing in seconds. He pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him and she jumped to stand there. She was taller than Lady Maer had been, he noted, her head coming up about to his chest. "Turn around." He ordered. He undressed quickly, taking note of her smallish ass. He normally preferred a little more to grab there, but she did have a cute little thing. He whacked it soundly, the force of the blow pushing her forward on the bed with a yelp. 

He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, turning her around. He thought about that tongue again, and then he thought about those teeth. Better wait a while on that, he thought. He shoved her back on the bed. "Spread your legs wide, bitch." He said. His cock was full and stiff- as it had been much of the time since the visit with Tvath and the hatching of this plan. 

He remembered how he had been so fearful of hurting the Lady Maer when he'd first entered the Halfling. He felt no such worry now- whether because Maer had handled him so well or because he just wasn't as worried about hurting a goblin he wasn't sure, but he hoped it wasn't the latter case. 

But either way, he grabbed her thighs and pried her open even wider and thrust his rod into her. She moaned loudly, but he didn't think it was from pain- she had been deliciously wet and hot, and her cunt clung to him. He pushed deeper inside her, his feet still on the ground, giving him leverage. The bed was tall enough that he was practically standing, all his weight on the center of his body as he began pumping her. 

"Harder! Harder!" She hissed, and swiveled her hips lusciously. He growled himself as he leaned further forward and began bucking into her wildly, his cock pulling all the way out till only the width of the knob kept him inside her, then basically falling forward on top of her with a pistoning of his hips. He felt his pubic bone bang against hers as he went all the way inside her, and his balls slapped against her ass on the down stroke, before he pulled out with a wicked speed to poise back on the verge of pulling out of her, then plunging down again. 

She was grunting like an animal every time he filled her, and hissing like a snake as he withdrew. Her yellow eyes were glazing over, and when he saw she was trying to say something again he increased his tempo to a frenetic pace, cutting off her breath before she could get it out. 

Her legs came up to wrap around him like a well-worn tire, and she gasped and began a low moaning sound that sounded almost like a chant. The grip of her legs kept him from withdrawing quite as far as before, but if anything it pulled him even deeper inside her on the down stroke. He felt the rising heat of his orgasm as it started to build, and the goblin's pussy was spasming suddenly in non-rhythmic pulses as she came with a shriek.

Suddenly he felt her claws ripping down his back. He shouted in pain as he arched his back away from her, but the grip of her legs kept her cunt locked onto his dick. He grabbed both of her arms and pinned them over her head with savage force, but she began to ululate and writhe on his pole with what seemed like inhumanly fast movements. 

He gasped at the sensation, and stared down at her in a mixture of anger and lust. Her face was overtaken with pure animal sensation, and he realized just in time that she was about to lean up and bite into his shoulder. Frantically, he trapped both her wrists in one hand and clamped his other against her throat. 

She moaned and screamed and came again, this time in shuddering jerks of her hips that threw him over the edge. He tried to release his grip on her throat to keep from strangling her as the grip of her legs made him pump fire into her- what felt like buckets of cum were filling her tight box. 

"Oh, Master!" She breathed. "Let me clean you."

He eyed her warily. The feral glint in her eyes was gone, replaced by an almost adoring look. He pushed off and her and stepped back a couple of steps.

She fell to her knees on the floor and crawled forward to rise before his cock, still swollen and glistening with their mingled juices. He felt a definite sense of nervousness as he approached, and he was poised to kick or punch this crazy bitch into the wall if he felt like his Johnson was in danger. 

But she reached up to stroke it lovingly, and he noted the nails on her long fingers were in fact very nearly claws- yet they had in fact barely broken the skin on his back as she had raked him in her passion. Maybe she had been in more control of herself than he'd thought.

Her amazingly long tongue snaked out to wrap fully around his cock like a snake climbing a tree. She whipped it back into her mouth and smacked her lips appreciatively as he shuddered in delight. 

She tenderly licked him clean in seconds, that marvelous tongue reaching every nook and cranny of his cock and balls, then opened her mouth wide and the tongue actually spiraled itself down fully half length of his shaft. He moaned softly as she slowly withdrew it, dragging its surprisingly rough surface along the tender flesh of his prick. As the tongue returned to its home, she suddenly nipped the plum shaped knob of his cock playfully before pulling away totally. 

She knew what he was afraid of and was teasing him with it, he realized with a sudden scowl, and she grinned mischievously up at him. 

"Elvira been very bad, yes? You must spank her now, no?"

He reached out and grabbed her long, green hair, pulling her forward again. "First you suck me off again, bitch." He said roughly, and she moaned in pleasure as she did so. 

She bobbed and licked, cupping his nut sack a she worked his tool over. With the ministrations of that marvelous tongue, he was feeling close to cumming again in a surprisingly short time. He reached down and grabbed her hair roughly again. "Open wide." He warned, and shoved his cock deep into her throat. 

He thought for a moment she was choking, and then realized she was working her tongue against him even while he was fully down her gullet. She began to moan around the length of his shaft, and he was amazed to realize she seemed to be coming again, this time just from sucking him off!

He threw back his head and spurted again- not so much cum this time, but he felt her milking his tool until his knees started to go weak. He pulled out of her and found the edge of the bed, sitting down heavily. 

"You spank now, Master?" She asked, crawling to his feet. 

"In a minute." He said, trying to catch his breath. 

She rolled onto her back in a neat little ball and he watched in amazement as she began to lick his cum out of her own cunt. Even without unnatural length of her tongue, she was fully agile enough to reach her own pussy, but with it she could give herself a thorough cleansing. 

He watched, entranced as she worked herself towards yet another orgasm. In the ball-shaped position she was in, the bud of her asshole poked straight up at him, and his eyes suddenly shifted to hers. She was watching him, gauging his interest as her tongue slowly worked its way down her perineum towards the tight little hole. 

He scowled, and reached down to grab her nearest ankle. Pulling her close, he got a grip on her body. She couldn't weigh more than 70-80 pounds, so he was able to manhandle her from the ground to his lap without rising from his sitting position. Her ass was poking up at him, and without another word he began whaling on it. He paused every so often to rub the muscular mounds lovingly, then began slapping them again. He could tell she was fingering her cunt furiously and part of his mind wondered that she didn't rip herself open with those claws while she did. 

She started the tell-tale moaning again, and he kept up the spanking until it began to subside, the he jerked her up by her hips so that she was facing him, her cunt poised again against the once engorged head of his cock. He really wasn't sure if it had stayed hard throughout or if it had just recovered, but either way it was steady as a rock as he jerked her down over it. He trapped both her arms roughly behind her back and captured them in one hand, and with the other began mauling her tiny, pointed tits. 

"Start bouncing." He ordered, and she obediently began to do so as he thrust her body back down so it was resting against his knees. He lost is grip on her arms, but she had grabbed both of his legs for support- from this angle she wasn't bouncing as much as thrusting with her arms. The angle caused by her position bent his cock forward almost painfully, but the feelings were intense. He massaged her tits with alternating tenderness and roughness. He waited until the moaning was starting again, then he bent forward and pulled her upright before lifting her fully in the air off his cock. 

She looked down into his eyes as he moved her slightly forward, and for the first time he saw a glint of real fear as he poised his rod against her anus. 

"You started it." He said as he pulled her down roughly by both arms. His cock was forced several inches inside her asshole, and she made a curious barking sound. He moved his hips lightly to ease it slightly further, then planted his hands on top of her shoulders and pushed downwards. 

She nearly collapsed against him, her claws scratching ever so gently at his chest. 

"You're not bouncing." He reminded her, and she obediently began pushing herself up and down. 

He thought it was odd that her vagina could handle him so comfortably, but her ass seemed to be suffering so much. He wondered if his cock was up into her intestines. 

"If it hurts too much..." He whispered lightly, and she glanced up at him with one eye, still leaning against his chest. The animal look was coming back, and he realized she was moaning again, but so lowly that he was just now hearing it as it built.

He quickly trapped her hands again, this time over her head, and brought his other forearm against her upper chest and throat, keeping her a good safe distance away. Her tits bounced ever so lightly in this position, the nipples pointing out like daggers. 

She began grinding firmly against him, and the moan built to a steady throbbing sound. It kept up for the several moments it took him to build to yet another orgasm, and when he poured his seed into the goblin one more time, they both collapsed backwards onto the bed, gasping for air. 

Suddenly, there was a flash in the air, and Tvath stood before them, unchained. 

"Bravo! That was quite a show you put on there. Fergus finally couldn't take it anymore, and hopped on." She said. She cocked her head, looking critically at Jeff's deflating prick. "Hmm. I bet I could get that sucker back in working order..." She said with a smile.

Jeff waived a hand. "Not tonight, thanks. So you're taking Fergus with you?"

She held out a hand and a small glass bottle appeared in it. Inside the bottle was a tiny, naked Fergus was banging his fists against the wall, shouting something unintelligible at Jeff and Elvira. "Yup. Be seeing you, stud. If you need anything, just jack off onto my pillow and call my name. I wouldn't let that little cum-guzzler come with you though, or she might not leave any for the summoning."

With another flash, she was gone.