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.