3 comments/ 15188 views/ 7 favorites Urban Fantasy: First Chapter By: Le Gourmand Please take note that I know that humans, elves and orcs and nymphs and whatnot age differently, this story is in an alternate universe where all the characters age on the same scale as humans. Thank you. *** The weather outside the café was bleak and cloudy – which was no surprise in this mess of an urban tangle reeking with metropolitan pollution and melancholy. Silhouetted against the grey light filtering through a blinded window, Saharan, a young elven lady of 24 human years, average height, shapely, but not plump, lingered over a cup of hot coffee, pondering thoughts over the day's tasks. Purple eyes flickered back and forth between the strawberry-cream-filled donut and that cup of coffee and the steam that arose from its dark reservoir and the list currently occupying the girl's attentions. "What am I going to do...?" she asked herself, whilst a slender hand scribbled lightly over a messy pad with a pen that produced writing like as if it were on its last leg – with lines that broke on random. Saharan made an exasperated sound before banging the cheap pen a few times on the surface of the table, as if attempting to bring back life to something that was already dead, but it was of no use. She scrunched up her nose and smirked at the dead pen and eyed the words 'Made in China' with much contempt and exasperation before tossing the faulty thing off into some dark corner of the café. "At least these things are a dime a dozen," the girl quietly remarked to herself before pausing a moment to shuffle through the mess of stuff that was in her body bag by her side. Compact, earrings, hairbrush, lip gloss, Smint, cell phone, "Where is it...?" the elven girl murmured in growing frustration, while fingers fished out other bits and pieces of crumpled paper and candy wrappers, before finally finding her quarry; a box of those same China pens, half of which she'd already consumed. The pen was tapped against the table's surface a few times before being scribbled on an old receipt to make sure it was writing, and it did! Hooray for me, Saharan thought before biting down lightly on the end of the pen and turning back to thoughts she was so previously engrossed in, and flicking a stray lock of jet black hair that was bothering her line of sight. "Laundry is twenty gold for the week, groceries come to about one hundred, electricity, water both make a hundred so far with my internet bill at fifty..." she murmured quietly to herself in solemn repose. What was failed to mention, intentionally, was further down the list, down at the bottom written in such unsavory taste was a mere scribble with a large G500 next to it. So detached from the outer world of cars and trucks outside buzzing by, humans, orcs, dwarves, and other elves were not noticed by this girl as they gave her the few odd stares and glances whilst they each attended to their business of sipping coffee and drinks or whatnot on nearby tables. The girl was very pretty - almond-shaped eyes, kissable lips, a nose to match and high-set cheekbones - but it wasn't that that made them stare. It was more of her strange mutterings and mumblings that did. She broke off from her train of thought and turned back to her bag, once more shuffling through the usual girlish balderdash with slight brewing frustration, to find her wallet which she promptly opened. Inside were old receipts, small flyers, pictures of family and a few gold bills which she counted to a mere 200. "Fuck, my bills are due and I only have . . . less than half," the girl thought nervously before grasping the cup of coffee and taking a long, relishing sip, only to sigh out in lingering frustration and countering constraint. It was only three in the afternoon, and there were still many things to be done before she could call it a day, but the bills! The bills were constantly nagging her, constantly grabbing her worry and reaching through her skull to poke and fondle at her very brain. She visualized a giant bill chasing her down a dark and rancid alley, down the streets and into a cornfield where she stumbled on a root where her last sight was the G 2,000-stamped bill about to stomp her to oblivion. However, Saharan was suddenly awoken by the tiny nymph who worked at the café who presented her with the bill, "Hey Saharan, wake up!" yelled the tiny pixie as she fluttered down onto the space between the donut and cold cup of coffee, staring up at the elven girl with big, blue luminous eyes. "Ugh...," Saharan groaned, as if she'd already been asleep for the longest time. "You've been dozing off for about an hour already," said the pixie, which went by the name of Liache. Saharan, who still seemed to be half-asleep, slowly reached for the bill and gave it some light scrutiny, before fishing out a crumpled G20 from her pocket and handed it to the little pixie, "Ohhhhggghh... thank Liache...," said she before placing a hand over her right eye and half her face, as if in agonizing thought. "You're very welcome," said the dainty little nymph, before preparing to take flight once more, only to pause to ask, "What's the matter Saharan?" a light tone of concern in her tiny voice. "Mm... bills are due soon," came the somber reply "Bills are very bad! I just paid my bills the other day, and I can't even imagine on why they make the interests on these things so high!" "It's the price of capitalism, and I guess it's the price of living in an all-too materialistic world where everyone is only interested in their outer selves, and neglecting the self that is inside of them," Liache took in a breath to reply, only to be called out angrily by the dwarf manning the cash register, "Liache! Where are those bills and payments?!" to which the pixie yelled out in reply that she was just collecting them. She shook her head slowly before gazing upwards at Saharan, "I gotta go, or else I won't have a job to pay the bills with," she said with a pleasant smile and fluttering off in a trail of glittery sparkles. Saharan gave out a soft sigh before eyes settled once more on the list of bills atop of that table, a list of worrying and nauseating gobbledygook that was worth a decapitated finger or two, a list that looked apparently harmless, but was worth all the headaches in the world. Ah well, one mustn't grovel over matters beyond what we can control at the moment, this was the thought of the girl before slouching lazily on her seat by the window, which by now was emitting a soft and constant pitter pattering, as outside it had already begun to drizzle. Overhead, a lazy ceiling fan produced a monotonous whirring of white sound, as if it were on its last leg, too. Saharan slumped over and laid her chin against a balled fist whilst eyes followed the rivulets of water trailing down the outside of the window which were being consumed by a small puddle just at the foot of the pane, whilst lazy images began to drift into her vision. A lake, a large expanse of glowing water immersed in the bathing light of a setting sun. A boat gently making its way from the tiny dock to the isle in the middle, where a small cottage was seen spewing thin wisps of smoke from its chimney. Soothing were the images to Saharan, who slowly drifted off to a light slumber, only to be shaken awake by the boisterous and sickening roar of a dump truck that passed by, and the dizzying staccato of a jackhammer that had just started outside. She thought that she desperately needed to somehow get away from this all, this, these bills, the noise, the people around her, the pollution outside, and her head began to spin for a moment. She straightened her posture once more, as if awaiting the queen of bees herself, before turning her eyes around the café, and whose occupants had been giving her the eyes for quite a bit now. A few orcs chatting with humans seated on some sofas, some nondescript Halflings, and a number of nymphs fluttering around going about their daily tasks. Outside were other elves and humans and dwarves and whatnot milling about the sidewalk stands or merely passing by, and for some reason this sight made her stomach tumble. Right hand promptly clasped over her mouth whilst the other gathered her belongings and stuffed them into her bag, whilst resisting the urge to retch. She stumbled and staggered while on the way to the comfort room, knocking over some chairs in the process and nearly tipping over some drinks as well, much to the protest of their owners, but she Saharan paid them no heed anyway. The others in the room simply stared at the strange elfish girl as she kicked the door of the water closet in and immediately began retching inside a cubicle. Inside, Saharan was knelt before the toilet, retching out what she had consumed of her donut and coffee. What's happening to me? She thought to herself before stifling the urge to let out another one. She had had enough, and struggled through the slippery floor tiles to get up. She grabbed a hold of the door handle and hoisted herself up with much effort before finally staggering to her feet and flushed the contents of the toilet just for decency's sake. Saharan walked slowly towards one of the sinks in the washroom and turned the tap to wash her mouth with whilst eyes stared into their reflection by the mirror in front. She thought of herself as being a mess, and began fixing her white blouse and the knee-length skirt that had rode up to her thighs while she was puking in the cubicle. A few buttons done and undone, bangles straightened and locks of hair tucked behind pointed ears. Once she had done, she slowly walked out of the washroom, much to the surprise of the same crowd outside who were mostly staring at her before turning back to whatever it is they were doing, however, the stares partly made her sick again, but she managed to control herself this time around. The bell by the door tinkled as Saharan pushed it open to exit the café, and was met by a slight drizzle that dappled at the crown of her head. Eyes veered upwards to take a long glance at the slightly dark sky whilst hand acted as a visor on her brow to dampen the somewhat stinging light to her sensitive eyes, "What a day...," Saharan thought to herself before beginning to walk in the direction of her flat, somewhat in a daze from her earlier retching. People appeared as wraithlike beings in her blurry vision as they passed by her, some bumping into her in her blindness before walking away unapologetically. She walked down the sidewalk, avoiding cracks and leaky pipes and puddles that were spewing and forming with the light drizzling, almost in a trance whilst counting those 482 memorized steps from the café down to her apartment in a mixed neighborhood not unknown for its orc 'hoods' and elven ghettos, even though she wasn't much for those kinds of people. For a while, under the trance she was experiencing at the moment, she could remember how several years ago when she first moved into the urban setting she strolled down this same sidewalk She first moved here under the premise of moving out of her parents' house and finding perhaps a job that suited her, to finally be independent and to rough it out on her own, like many others her age. Dreams to someday be great often lingered around the girl's head, gnawing at her mind and nagging through the strongest anxieties to somehow live her dreams and pass into history, somehow. But what am I to do? Rough times have come on me, yes. Very rough times, indeed. She thought to herself before receiving an answer from the dark oblivion beneath her mind. That doesn't matter, by hook or by crook, for my sake you will do as I bid you to, and right now you won't stop at anything to achieve my goals. The incoherent voice spoke with authority, as if the elf's fate hung by a thread that was attached only to the voice in the shadows, and it knew it was in control. Rough times, indeed. In Saharan's mind, in this most sanctified and private of places, whenever she visited or was summoned by the voice, she was literally dangling by a thread, held only by something hidden in the shadows above, the only thing that kept her from tumbling into the oblivion below. "Rough times, indeed," the girl repeated before bleating out a reply in her mind, "But first, I must find a way to pay those bills...," her eyes, glazed over, drifted slowly from one object to another, a beat up mailbox or a mangy dog sleeping on a porch. This trance did not last long, however, when she was jolted into the real world by a gruff voice that was calling out her name from behind her, and she twisted around on a heel to see who it was. "Saharan! Saharan!" the voice called once more before the girl finally saw who her 'secret admirer' was. It was this goblin named Griblet, and he came bounding down the sidewalk, coming from the general direction of the café she had just come from. The orc, short and stubby even by her standards, bounded the last few steps before stopping right in front of Saharan, only to bend over and lean on his knees to catch his breath, much to the surprise and annoyance of the elf. It was at this point that Saharan averted her eyes and rolled them in such a way to express her exasperation at the goblin who'd been hounding her for as long as she could remember. She first met him a few weeks after she'd moved into the city, and the little fellow seemed to take an immediate liking to the girl, even though she may or may have not reciprocated the feelings. While standing in the hallway outside of her apartment, carrying some boxes, the goblin just suddenly appeared from nowhere and began babbling away, "Oi! Yer new 'ere, aren't yeh, lass? I 'aven't seen you from 'nywhere 'round 'ere," Setting a brown, beaten box down on top of another nearby, and nodding in affirmation with a soft glint of a smile, she replied, "Yeah, I just moved in from the outer skirts of the suburbs east of here," was said in a lightly pleasant voice. "Eh, wot made yeh do that?" "Oh, this and that," she replied somberly, and with that started moving boxes into her apartment once more, the orc following her inside. Two other workers had just exited the room, after helping the biggest of the boxes in, left, leaving Saharan to unpack her various belongings alone, only with the company of the clueless goblin who seemed to take a fancy at her ass each time she bent over to rummage through a box. At around this time, her apartment was still sparse; a sleeping bag off to the right of the door, some towels in the bathroom and some clothes inside a box she'd brought before the rest of her stuff came, however, Griblet still managed to make himself at home sitting on a stool even though no invitation was given for him to come in. He just whiled away that afternoon making idle balderdash chit chat and watching Saharan unpack and arrange her belongings in a careful and tedious way. Anyway, that was then, and through all the years that passed, all the times he'd been gently rebuffed by her in his approaches, the goblin still wanted to fuck her for everything she was worth. For some strange reason, in his goblin mind, he was close to getting what he wanted; maybe it would be today, tomorrow, next week or even next month, but that strange feeling lingered in his crude brain, tickled at the part which yearned only copulation and gnawed at his obsessions until the very prospect of bedding with Saharan was placed on a pedestal somewhere in the hallways of his mind. It tormented him each time he'd see her, and for the most part his eyes would be undressing her, imagining how he'd be squeezing at her breasts or toying with her nipples, or fondling with her pert ass, or how his ultimate goal would be to rut wildly behind her while fucking her in the ass or pussy. All this, all her, all that. And all that Saharan was could be his. His tactless advances just seemed to earn the ire of Saharan, and she soon developed a slight contempt for the simple-minded creature. All those times he'd grab at her ass, or drool over her cleavage each time she wore shirts that had plunging necklines, and even that time when she'd come home to her apartment to find him rummaging through her laundry hamper just made her want to wrench the annoying goblin limb from limb. Griblet must have been in a dream-like state for he was jarred awake by Saharan snapping her fingers in front of his face, "Griblet... Griblet... Griblet...," and now gone once more were the naked images of Saharan, replaced by the sight of her leaning down in front of him so she'd be eye level with him, giving him the strange look, and that they were on the sidewalk before his daydreaming began. "Griblet, are you awake?" Saharan asked drolly. "Eh, wot? Oh yeah, I wuz jus' thinkin'," came the reply while scratching his head. He then stole a glance down the front of the elven girl's white blouse, though making a bad attempt at hiding it even. Saharan smirked and stood up straight before asking in an irritated voice, "Well... what do you want?" "Uhhh... uhhh... ummm, I jus' wonted ta know if uhhh... well it's like dis' ya see...," the goblin stammered, which tested the patience of the stressed girl before she finally interjected. "Let me guess, you want to fuck me?" she asked, a bit more irritated right now but still projecting a tone of slack in her voice. It was seen in her eyes, her actions, her poise with hands on hips and right foot tapping impatiently on the pavement. Griblet nodded furiously, even happily, even though through his thick skull, somewhere in his mind he'd forgotten he'd asked the same question repeatedly for the past year or so. "Griblet, I've lost count of how many times you've asked me that question, and I've lost count of how many times I've said no, and I've long run out of replies that I was sure would get through your skull, and now I don't even know what to do – whether I should cast some magic spell on you or simply use a mallet with the word 'no' on the flat part and hammer you right on the forehead with it," came the indignant reply, not only from her mouth but from her glaring eyes. That tirade seemed in vain, as the goblin seemed to sink into deep pondering whilst eyes still obviously were unclothing the slinky elven girl that was standing right before him. Those kissable lips, those squeezable breasts, that nice waif-like hour glass figure concealed beneath that fitting outfit and the buried treasure that was just begging for attention between those shapely thighs, "Um, will yeh do's it wit' me if I payz ya?" he asked curiously. However, this question only seemed to infuriate the short-tempered girl, and she promptly marched up to the orc, never mind that her breasts were pressing up against his chest, and mercilessly twisted an ear between her strong fingers, much to the pain and agony of the simple-minded Griblet, who, for a moment, seemed to even smile when she saw her coming at him and press those wonderful mounds against his front, only to feel an unbearable pain on his right ear. "If you think that I can be bought then I don't think you should even try talking to me!" the girl screamed at the orc while her hand twisted at the pointed tip of his right ear. She just snapped then and there, and un-stifled rage seemed to spill over from her eyes, drifting through the air before coming into contact with Griblet's very aura and causing him to squeal out in a shrill cry of pain and creeping fear. "Ack! Ow! I got five hun'red!" the goblin blurted out in between cries of pain and bursts of confusion and helplessness, but what was said only seemed to enrage Saharan more, who promptly shoved him down on the sidewalk onto his ass and spun about on a heel. She pondered stomping a thin stiletto into his groin just for good measure, but thought the better of it and carried on. Urban Fantasy: First Chapter "The nerve!" she thought, only to be halted dead in her tracks. A swirl of dizzying colors took over her vision, and like before, her being was suspended over the dark abyss by a thin string leading up into the darkness above. "You know you need the money," the voice said blankly, to which the girl yelled out defiant invectives upwards in the gloom, apparently taken over by rage at such a suggestion. The being didn't seem to like what she said, and the girl suddenly felt an abrupt slackening in the string and dropped about a foot, to which she'd scream out in sheer terror. "I-I don't want to!" the girl yelled while raising a fist upwards at the unseen being, who held her hostage to its every whims. Defiance seemed to radiate from her even in this situation, however, even with this much spunk and anger, the alternative of falling into the abyss below was not very attractive. She knew she'd have to give in, or die screaming. The latter, she thought she would not savor very much. 'Held hostage by this thing, threatened with a very unpleasant fall down below. Perfect, just perfect. Lovely, too. I face two things right now, no wait - three things - faced with the abyss down below, the stupid orc outside, and possibly if I didn't agree to taking Griblet's money and somehow got unscathed from this, I still face all the threats I'd get from not paying those bills by those loan sharks,' she thought and sucked a sharp breath of air between gritted teeth, before picking what would have been, no doubt, the hardest, but in a sense, easiest choice of them all. Teeth were gritted tightly, fists clenched at her sides, and slow, angry steps were made towards of the goblin sitting on the pavement, whose eyes widened at the sight of the returning elf with very-much angry eyes and fists that looked like they were ready to punch through a brick wall. He tried to squirm backwards on the pavement, while still reeling from the throbbing on his right ear, but the pain that he expected coming was not to be. He peeped through the spaces between his fingers, to find an outstretched hand extending from the very object of his desires, and immediately allowed himself to be helped up, not noticing the highly irritated look on Saharan's face which was stifling the agitation already brewing beneath the calm exterior. ************ The IKEA bed rocked back and forth steadily, with the headboard banging up against the wall behind it in a constant and suggestive beat. The room was hot and humid, and heavy with the scent of must from one or two species that seemed to be going at it on the bed and beneath the scant wind that a lazy ceiling fan from above offered. Saharan gripped the top of the headboard tightly with her hands, while finding her face being pushed up hard against the synthetic wood from each thrust that the rutting goblin was giving her from behind. Long loud moans emanated from a slackened jaw, violet eyes rolled into the back of their sockets and long, jet black hair stuck damp against sweaty skin. This couldn't be happening, the girl thought, but indeed it really was, in her very own apartment, and against her better judgment, it felt guiltily good. There she was, being fucked madly by this stupid goblin because of a lack of choices, how his rough hands gripped around her tight waist, whilst he thrust into her with such brute force it caused her breasts to sway back and forth beneath her. Wet slapping sounds emanated from between joined hips, as that large cock fucked her slopping wet pussy for all it was worth, how each bump, vein and wart on its surface found a nice, nearly perfect spot to pop into the girl's tight cunt and cause her more pleasure against her will. Saharan, panting and moaning heavily from the fucking she was receiving, slowly lowered her head down and saw the vast contrast between the dark green skin, heavy, hairy ballsac behind and between her fair, slick thighs whilst the former thrust repeatedly with vigor, each time causing those same wet slapping sounds. She was stretched far too tight and winced out in sharp pain and pleasure each time the orc thrust too hard or too far into her slick twat, "Oh, fuck...!" she cried and moaned out in deep pleasures and conflicting emotions, the monster of a cock bumping into her cervix before retreating, huffing and gasping each time she was pulled back against those powerful hips by the rough hands that gripped around her waist, only to be jolted forward when rough, leathery hide met with soft, and creamy skin. Through denying peeks, she spied the thick ropes of clear lubricant dripping from her sweet spot, her very own love juices, which surely meant she enjoyed this. She couldn't believe this, how her body betrayed her like this, however, it wasn't all too bad. Yes, indeed. It was actually starting to feel better and better, those same sensations amplified by the thoughts of this happening and the erotic sounds of wet steaks being slapped against each other and her creaking bed. Griblet, of course, was having the time of his life, and screamed out, "Griblet so happy!" while he rode and rutted her brains out, liking the particular feel of her soft, smooth skin against his dry and leathery hide, how slick and tight her cunt was around his thick cock which glided effortlessly thanks to the copious amounts of her lubricant. She was so young, and yet she dripped like a seasoned porn star. He gruffed loudly from the exertion he was putting into fucking her like this, and extended a knee forward to make fucking her harder easier, which he did, much to the increased moaning and panting of Saharan now. "Y-You're too big! But fuck, yes, fuck me with your big green cock!" Saharan moaned out loud, and now making an effort to push back in timing against Griblet's thrusting, as if the energy of her revulsion and disgust at all this were being transformed into excitement and arousal. He leaned over the elf's back, slobbered all over the back of her neck with a large, purple tongue before sneaking under her arm and grabbing a tit roughly which he then suckled hungrily, even using his sharp teeth to bite down on the sensitive nipple. "Elf twat... so... tight and nice... so wet and hot inside...," Griblet struggled to say between pants, whilst he fucked her harder and harder. The mix of pain and pleasure was intense; the stretching of her cunt by the large cock, how every bump, thick vein and wart teased at her pussy lips, grazed at her tunnel walls, and the tortures on her sensitive nipples left Saharan on the margin, and it was perfect. It felt like she had an apple inside of her just from the size of his cock's head, and all this was causing her to orgasm again and again, leaving mixed goblin and elf lubricant sliding down between her thighs before pooling down on the bed sheet on the spaces between her knees. Both their bodies bounced with each other's thrusting, causing waves to ripple through Saharan's thighs, and exciting her breasts to bounce and jiggle even while one mound was the prisoner of the orc's hungry maw. Griblet suckled heavily on the hard nipple in his mouth, gorging himself as if milk were coming out of that small teat, running his tongue roughly back and forth over the tip of the nub and around the darker area of Saharan's nipple. He was panting heavily through the suckling, letting out grunts and groans through the lewd slapping sounds already being produced by his cock exiting halfway from Saharan's tight cunt before being thrust back inside, which splattered pre in every direction. This was what the goblin dreamed of for a long time now, he thought, before letting his hand fly from her hip to grab the other free tit, both of which he now used to brace himself while he rutted on Saharan with no end in sight. Saharan's eyes shut and open randomly, shutting tightly before fluttering open from the waves of lewd sensations being caused by the large cock fucking her roughly, the coarse hands holding at her hip and tit, the large, hairy balls slapping at her thighs and the lewd, wet slapping sounds as rough hide met soft skin. The pain of being stretched wide, she thought, added a delicate spice to this sexual mix, the thought of being taken a notch down only added to her arousal and impending orgasm as she bounced back and forth on the orc's mighty hips. For one last time, Saharan buckled, tilted her head backwards and let out a long, low moan of pleasure punctuated by soft screams as another orgasm teased at her loins before bolting through the rest of her body. She would have squeezed at the cock inside of her, but the size in itself allowed no such slack that allowed her that luxury. Eyes rolled in their sockets, in what she could see as a daze before eyelids closed shut and the ethereal pleasures just simply took over. This was the sixth time now since he started fucking her just 40 minutes ago. Griblet must have been on his last leg, as well, as he soon buckled, gave a few final brutal thrusts that smashed Saharan's face into the headboard before shooting his hot, thick and slightly yellowish load into her wanting cunt. To Saharan, the sensation of hot cum flooding her insides simply extended her orgasm, and she let out a few sharp gasps whilst what yellowish semen her full cunt couldn't take, dripped down from the crevices between her tunnel and the throbbing cock lodged inside, down between her thighs to the pool of cum and sweat that was already there. There, they both remained in the doggy-style position whilst lingering in the after glow of their orgasms, sweating, panting and eventually collapsing in different directions. Cock popping out of well-fucked cunt in a flood of mixed ejaculate. Saharan fell onto her side, at the upper portion of her bed, while still grasping the headboard faintly, her sweat-stained pillow kept her head slightly aloft while she recuperated, before she felt the disgusting sensation of thick ropes of semen oozing from out of her stretched pussy. The goblin, Griblet, laid on his back, panting, while staring up at the ceiling in stupid bliss, his polished tool now lying limp on a tough thigh. Ah, now he could die happy. Was what he thought in his head whilst he relived every moment of what he'd just accomplished. Saharan's world, however, was in a daze, every breath seemed to linger, every throb seemed to resonate throughout her body, and every heartbeat made her head spin all the more. Eyes, all glazed over, stared blankly at her curled fingers, her hair a tangle of messy and damp knots all over. At least it was over, she hinted slightly to herself as the feeling of creeping self disgust began to snake its way back into her soul, causing her to tense and flinch at the slightest sounds or motions on the bed caused by the nearby Griblet. Inside the mind of the girl, there seemed to be a little conflict where emotions personified by Romanesque warriors clashed in epic battle, with one being the familiar Saharan and the other a barely discernable blob of a humanoid form dressed in that same Roman Legion armor. Swords clashed, shields thrown onto the other, sand and rocks kicked up in the struggle before Saharan triumphed with a swift thrust of her sword straight into the creature's foul mass, sending it back into the abyss of her mind and Saharan once more appearing suspended on that string above that same dark abyss. Alone. Tired. And in that same status quo as before. Life seemed to seep back into those curled fingers as they twinged and tensed before balling up into a tight fist, and the elven girl sprung from her fetal position on the bed, walked, albeit awkwardly, past the lightly slumbering goblin, and headed straight for her bathroom and shut the door back behind of her with a loud bang, one that jolted the dreaming Griblet awake. Griblet sprung up on the bed, surprised by the loud bang caused by the door, looking around the room whilst scratching his head as if not knowing why he was here, only to suddenly remember the reason behind inextricable presence here, which caused him to grin and squeal out in stifled giddiness. Images suddenly flooded his mind, of how he roughly fucked Saharan from behind, how he slobbered and suckled over a grabbed tit and the fleeting images of her grimaced face as he first penetrated her with his big, fat cock. The sounds she created, oh boy, such music to his ears, her moans of pain and pleasure, the hints of trying to stifle them only made them all the more arousing, as if she'd been trying to maintain her dignity while being transformed into his bitch for the meantime, how groans of protest and vile invectives turned into foul and lewd encouragements, still with those invectives used to instruct the orc just how to fuck her rightly. This, the goblin dreamt in clueless stupor while sitting on that sweat- and cum-stained bed. Inside the bathroom, Saharan faced the mirror naked, as she examined herself thoroughly from what she'd just gone through. Her nose was bleeding crimson, ever just so lightly and she had a cut lower lip, and the damned Griblet left some visible hickies and bite marks on her tender breast, which felt slightly sore to the touch. She pressed a swathe of cotton to her cut lip, which she surmised came from her biting on it to the point of bleeding while her orgasm ravaged her, as well as the bleeding nostril, which probably came from her hitting her face too many times against the headboard. She sighed, opened the tap and cleaned the cut on her lower lip and the dried saliva from the sides of her mouth, before sighing once more to the disgusting feeling of nearly dried and dried semen crusting her thighs and the yellowish globs that were now just beginning to trail from out of her stretched cunt. "Damn it... that fucking Griblet must've been saving up all the years that he's been asking me!" she groveled to herself, leaning over her sink before turning around to step into the shower for a good, long rinse-down. Outside, having relived the scenes in his mind many times over, Griblet heard the sprinkling of water from inside the bathroom door and thinking in his simplistic mind that Saharan must've been showering. Great! He could use a shower, too. He thought, before stepping from the bed and walked towards the bathroom door, his rod and heavy balls swaying between his legs with each step, only to find the door locked with an irritated elf girl inside, he discovered she was irritated when she'd let loose another string of hateful words directed at him when he tried opening the door. He shrugged and instead found other things to do, and began shuffling amongst her family pictures, seeing ones of a young Saharan on a swing, on a bike, with her lone brother, and others with mother and father, ones with her in a pool or on a pony. "Hrm," he thought whilst pondering over the framed pictures on the night table, before noticing the orange-ish light that was seeping between the gaps of the blinds, and immediately remembering that his favorite TV show was just about to come around at this time. "Shit! Me soddin' program's comin' any minit' now!" the orc suddenly realized in confusion and surprise, before slipping into his work boots, grabbing his overalls and attempting to get into it, even with his shoes on. He hopped, stumbled and rolled around the room before finally banging on the bathroom door to yell a goodbye to the non responsive Saharan inside. Finally, even though he couldn't put his overalls properly on, and his shoes stuck inside just before the opening of the leggings, he ran out the apartment and out to the road in the direction of his own apartment with his ass crack showing, "Oh dear, oh shit, oh dear..." he kept saying to himself as he ran. Inside the shower, Saharan soaked herself beneath the hot stream of water that ran from the shower head, hitting her breasts and formed rivulets over her sensuous curves, with the heat of the water creating much steam inside the bathroom. She was bending over slightly, scrubbing the area around of her pussy of the dried semen, which certainly expressed defiance to being scraped off from the area. Even her neatly trimmed pubic hair felt crusty, as she scrubbed at it with her hand and some PH-balanced soap, and all through this expressed a simmering irritation and agitation at the crust cum, that showed defiance at being scraped off of her skin and pubic hairs, and could be comparable to dried paste sticking to paper – it just wouldn't come off... yet. She just stared down at her triangle, as her hands lathered the soap suds that covered the jet black pubes that she was rinsing of cum. This whole while, she eased her fingers with great gentleness around the bruised and sore lips and folds of her cunt, which were still tender and throbbing due to the pounding and stretching they'd received earlier from Griblet's massive cock. The semen dripping from inside of her had no indication of waning any time soon, and she ventured to insert a finger into her opening to try and get what was left inside out, yet there was nothing. Another long and slender finger was stuck in, before another until she found that through the tenderness she was now able to stick in four fingers into her freshly-fucked cunt, "Bleh... this is too disgusting," she thought to herself before pressing on, only to feel the all-too-familiar warmth that was now growing and festering in her loins due to the self-examination. Light gasps and moans escaped from moistened lips, as she found the four fingers in her cunt beginning to move and caress her insides in a slow and steady motion. Figure leaned back against the shower wall as the heat in her pussy continued to grow, due to the recent fucking by the orc and the sensations caused by her own teasing. Legs spread widely; head tilted back, jaw slackened to let out those soft moans, whilst her free hand found itself snaking up from her hip up to the breast that was not sore from the biting. She pleasured herself this way, snaking in and out those four fingers from her moistening snatch while her thumb pressed and manipulated her hard clit. She nibbled lightly on her lower lip, soaking in fully into the pleasures she was causing herself before suddenly wincing as a sharp pain interrupted her merrymaking. It traced from her cunt, down to the back or bottom of her pussy; it must have torn slightly due to Griblet's musings. Saharan sucked in air through gritted teeth as the pain slowly sank in, it must have torn further with her fingering, explaining why she had only felt the pain now. "Fuck...," she mumbled to herself, all traces of what earlier arousal she had now evaporating quickly as she stumbled out of the shower. Walking from out of the bathroom, Saharan only saw her empty bedroom; Griblet must have left when 'he figured I wouldn't come out for a long time'. Slipping into a pair of panties, however, she noticed some crumbled up bills lying on her night table, right next to her photos. She stared at those bills, even while she slipped a nightie over her head, changed the bed sheets with new ones, and slipped into bed. The last thing she saw before turning out her lamp were those same crumpled bills; a symbol of a bigger conflict that was about to arise within her. ~ To be continued ~