Goblin's Mate - Part 2
Garrick grunted as he idly tugged at his restraints; his escape attempt last night had left him in the Goblins' bad graces, and they had tied him to the bed in Tizka's tent. He wasn't naked this time, at least, and Tizka wasn't doing anything untoward to him, besides feeding him.
Notably, she didn't seem disappointed or upset with him. If anything, she seemed upset with herself... though Garrick suspected she had been reprimanded by the more senior goblins of the tribe.
She continued to feed him, and at times, she glanced at his restraints, as if she wanted to at least let him sit up and feed himself.
"Why don't you?" he asked her, making her jump with a small, admittedly cute, little squeak of a yelp. She looked to him, confused.
"What?"
"Why don't you free my arms? You look like you want to."
She sighed, and looked downward.
"You were bad," she said. "This is punishment. But I do want to. I may like you tied up for fun, and I enjoy feeding you, but I know being tied up forever is terrible. I know well."
He was going to respond with a terse criticism, but he softened as her tone shifted with that last sentence.
"Is that something you can talk to me about?"
She paused, and slowly shook her head, though her eyes seemed like they were wincing closed.
"It is not forbidden... but it is a bad memory," she said. "Ropes are for fun times or for hunting or making."
He was quiet for a moment, and then sighed; internally, he couldn't believe he felt sympathy for her, but her strange way of thinking did make an odd amount of sense. He just wish he understood
why
they were so desperate for him.
The lack of children, and the lack of men... clearly they needed him to rectify that. But why him? What
had
happened to all their men?
It was then Garrick noticed Tizka glancing at him again, though this time at his crotch. It didn't take him much to piece together what she wanted.
But rather alarmingly, the thought of Tizka - or any of the Goblins, really - jumping his bones seemed to elicit a response; forced or not, they knew their way around a man's body. And from the way they played with each other, women's too.
However, it seemed Tizka was trying to resist temptation. Perhaps out of sympathy for him? He noted a fresh smell coming from the buxom goblin, faint but familiar. And as she hurried over to grab a jug of water, he spied a glistening sheen along one of her inner thighs.
It must have been hard for her to hold back, it was clear these goblins thoroughly enjoyed sex and had few inhibitions regarding it.
His member began to stir, despite his attempts to will it down, and when Tizka wheeled around to bring the jug over, she froze in her tracks, almost spilling some of the jug's contents. Her eyes fixed on his subtly twitching bulge, and she held her lower lip behind her sharp teeth, a quiet snort leaving her nostrils.
However, she closed her eyes briefly, and strode over to bring the jug to Garrick's lips. Her face seemed a little tense, but she was clearly trying to respect him... or hold herself back out of beating herself up.
After a few sips, he grew tired of seeing her in such discomfort, despite his own circumstances... not to mention his immediate failure to suppress his own arousal. He sighed out as he relented.
"Alright... fine... you can fuck me," he said, making Tizka almost spill water onto his face.
"R-Really?" she stammered.
"Yeah, really, if you're allowed. You look so miserable and--"
He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before Tizka hurriedly set the jug down on the floor, nearly spilling it for a third time, and scrabbled onto his body, the taut hammock of a bed sagging.
"Hey, easy!" he blurted out, feeling one of her clawed nails prick him through his clothes.
"Sorry," Tizka answered, but her voice seemed husky with lust. It was almost astounding how semi-feral she seemed, given previous trysts with her seemed relatively gentle.
She straddled his hips with her back to him, and Garrick soon felt his pants and underwear being tugged down, just barely straining against the partial erection of his cock.
Tizka seemed to calm a little once it was freed, but her hands quickly wrapped their small digits around his girth, and began to pump. The effect was immediate, and he was erect within moments.
She sighed in happiness, sliding one hand up and down the back of his mast whilst her other hand worked to fondle his balls. He was still clean shaven, so she was able to glide her palm smoothly against the orbs contained within their sack.
Her other hand slid up to his glans, and she wrapped her fingers around his helm whilst her palm pressed to his tip. She gently twisted and rolled her palm, whilst her fingers gently rubbed his tip with careful precision, motions like scratching, only she made sure not to nick him with her nails.
He had yet to leak any precum, so this stimulation was intense in a different way, the dry rubbing making him flinch. Tizka at least knew better than to rub too harshly until she got some natural lubrication from him. Which she did in short order, smearing his discharge first across his glans, and then just below it.
She briefly released his balls, and he heard her spit. The next he felt of that hand was its moistened palm gripping his girth and spreading her spittle around before reaching down to massage his balls once more.
More precum leaked out, quickly lathered into his skin.
The hand rubbing his glans slid down his member, stroking him softly but with a slightly firm grip, which began to twist around like she was spiralling her gripped hands up and down.
Her speed and grip were stimulating, but not so much that Garrick felt himself nearing the threshold. If anything, he was hovering close, which left a sort of uncomfortable haze to fall over his mind.
He wanted to cum, but she wasn't going fast enough, or hard enough, to push him over the edge. Her methods didn't help, never letting go of his balls, but also making her way up his girth with her other hand to form a ring with her digits, a tight fit with her smaller size, and gently slipped this thumb-and-finger ring up and down over his sensitive corona.
He groaned, starting to twitch as she rubbed his ridge like this, popping up and down the half inch of length. More precum oozed from him, lathering up his turgid cock.
Eventually, he let out a bitter whine and thrust, half involuntarily, up into her hand. This seemed to catch Tizka off guard, who eased her ministrations.
"Sorry... I was getting you slippery. Got distracted," she said, looking over her shoulder with an apologetic expression. Though Garrick detected a hint of deviousness, that perhaps she might've liked inflicting that sort of torment on him, deep down.
It was certainly different to any other stimulation he felt, held so close to the edge, but so far from release...
Fortunately, Tizka seemed hungry for her own, and he watched as the Goblin lifted herself up, letting go of his balls to grip his member with both hands just below his tip. She drooped and aligned his member with her sopping petals... and slowly dropped down.
