This is an entry in the Literotica Halloween Contest. It's not scary at all, but is a tale of mutually pleasurable activities involving a horny woman and a creature who is better known for going "Bump" in the night. I hope you will read it and enjoy it and vote accordingly.
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"Drabble? Are you down here? I need you, and you know what for," Gloria Gordon called out into the dark and quiet cellar under her old farm house.
She didn't know if the goblin was there or not, but she hoped he was, rather than being out committing mischief, such as souring milk in cows' udders or tearing down fences or otherwise being a nuisance. Although he loved doing such things, what Gloria wanted him for was far more enjoyable to him, as well as to her, so he would answer her summons if he heard it. His sense of hearing was keen but, even if he didn't hear her, the scent of the juices collecting in her pussy would bring him in a hurry if he was anywhere nearby.
He was. Less than a minute after calling to him, Gloria heard the scrabble of his feet on the dirt and stone floor, followed by his voice.
"I'm here, Gloria. Do you want me to eat your pussy?" He had a sibilant voice, partly because of his long, prehensile tongue, which was what she liked, and partly because he was already salivating in anticipation of what he expected to be doing with the lady of the house.
"Of course. Why else would I be calling you? She smiled as she spoke, because she was quite fond of her visitor."
She stepped back into the kitchen, and Drabble entered, his big yellow eyes blinking behind pale green lids, for he was a creature of the night, and didn't really like being in the illuminated kitchen. The slight discomfort he felt was more than made up for by the treat he knew would be his. With his keen sense of smell, he was drawn by the aroma of the juices dripping from his hostess's pussy, and he was well aware their flavor would be even more delectable.
"Come in here," Gloria invited the strange creature, and he eagerly followed her through the kitchen and into the living room where the chaise longue, or long chair, awaited. She preferred that piece of furniture for what they were about to do, because she could lie flat on her back with her feet on the floor and her legs spread and let the goblin pleasure them both.
Drabble, like other goblins, was certainly not much to look at, about three feet tall, skinny and hairless with light green skin, big ears and a long nose. That last feature was what had led to their agreement to provide pleasure to each other because, with his keen sense of smell, he had sniffed out her carnal needs on the night they met.
Gloria had been in a dark room, sitting at her desk in front of her computer, clad in a bathrobe with nothing under it but her panties, and had been reading an especially dirty first person story by Boxlicker101 on Literotica. One hand was playing with an erect nipple and the other was thrust into the waistband of her panties and fondling her swollen clit. As she read the story of the man who described how much he loved eating the pussy of his "lady friend," she wished he could be eating hers, because having a man lick her there to an orgasm had always been her favorite kind of sexual activity. As if in response to her silent wish, Drabble made known his presence in her house.
"Hello, Missy," he had greeted her after pushing open the door leading from her kitchen to her living room. "You smell so nice, I want to lick you."
Gloria had always known of the presence of a tribe of goblins in the area, and that they were often annoying, but never dangerous, and could actually be good and loyal friends with a human who treated them reasonably well. She was also aware of their keen sense of smell and she very much wanted some person or thing to lick her pussy. Being fat, over 40 years of age, generally unattractive and much too shy to approach men, her sex life consisted almost entirely of frigging herself while reading pornography on the internet.
"Yes, come here," she had answered, and moved from her computer to partially lie on her back on the chaise, which had long been her favorite place to lie on her back while she played with herself and fantasized having her pussy eaten by George Boxlicker or other fictitious character.
She lay with her ass hanging over the end of the sex couch, with her feet on the floor and her legs spread and watched while the strange creature approached. He flicked out his long tongue and licked the crotch of her panties which was fun for her, but not as much as it should have. It didn't seem to be very good for the goblin either and, as she watched, he backed away with what she thought was a look of puzzlement on his face. Gloria realized she was still wearing her panties, and quickly sat up and peeled them off around her ass and thighs, letting them slither down her legs to the floor and kicking them out of his way.
Once she was naked below the waist, the goblin hastily returned and his long, rough tongue started caressing the skin of her thighs, cleaning off the pussy juices that had trickled there and continuing on to licking her crotch. The best part started after that, when her eager visitor went after fresher juices, which meant insinuating his tongue between her pussy lips and into the pink hole that was the source of his treat.
Gloria climaxed repeatedly from the long, agile tongue caressing all the sweet spots of her pussy, until she was exhausted and finally had to tell him to stop. Being obedient to the wishes of somebody he considered his benefactor, the goblin stopped and drew his tongue back into his mouth after licking from her lips any of the delicious juices he might have missed.
After that night of mutual joy, Gloria came to an agreement with the goblin she learned was a male and was named Drabble. He was to be allowed to live in her cellar, which was a much more comfortable place for him than the cave he had been calling home, and he would use one of the small windows to access or exit his dwelling. In exchange, he agreed to do no damage to her property and to do what he could to prevent other goblins from committing any mischief against her. More important to both parties to the arrangement, he agreed to lick her pussy when she called on him to do so, and she agreed to call on him regularly. Over the next few years, his tongue kept Gloria sexually satisfied, and Drabble frequently got to relish the nectar she had for him.
Their most recent evening together was much like that first time had been, except she was completely naked before he started. While Drabble stood at the foot of their place of mutual pleasure, Gloria removed her robe and reclined with her legs spread, her feet flat on the floor and a look of eager anticipation on her face. Her scent, which included nothing artificial, was so delectable to him, the goblin was anticipating the night's events as much as the human was. Once she was settled, he approached and started bringing delights to them both.
Some juices had trickled onto the insides of her thighs, and he began there, relishing their flavor and the soft flesh of her legs. While Gloria murmured in bliss at the delightful sensations her legs were receiving, he licked them clean and moved on to a heavier concentration of her nectar. His tongue snaked out, almost all the way to her asshole, and slowly returned, gently caressing her crotch as he sluiced all the juices there into his mouth. From the excruciating pleasure the goblin's tongue was giving her, Gloria's body started squirming and her pussy produced more of the delicious juices Drabble sought.
The encounter got better and better for Gloria and her goblin cunnilinguist. After licking everything from his crotch, his long, supple tongue stroked over her swollen inner pussy lips, sending shivers of delight through her body and pleasing his taste buds immensely. After he had savored all the nectar from those sensitive places, he went after the best she had to offer him.
A few men had eaten her pussy when she was younger, and Gloria had enjoyed it, but Drabble was vastly better than any of those men had been. The human lingual organ is blunt and soft, although muscular, and no man had ever been able to thrust his more than a fraction of an inch into her pussy. The goblin could and did, insinuating the tip and the whole muscular length in his quest for the delicious juices Gloria was producing. Its length caressed her G-spot, and her movements graduated from squirming to thrashing about on the long chair.