Mac had to find a different way to enter the forest from the field. The greenwood grew thick on the edge of the forest, with saplings and brambles growing in a sort of hedge between the field and the shade of the mature trees. He found a way in by bending aside some oak limbs. Then he backtracked to the trail and found Fifi waiting for him among a clump of young maples.
"I want to be out before dark," said Fifi.
"I agree. I don't want to get caught by elves. We might not be lucky enough to break another ambush" said Mac. He looked at the sky. They had four hours at most, less if they went into a deep valley.
They descended a slope. The path wound down a hillside between billion-year-old stone shelves, splinters of what had once been the deep crust. There were tight places where Mac had to turn his broad shoulders sideways to step through.
Fifi had an easier time. She walked down the narrow trail as if on a road. He lost sight of her a few times as the trail wound between boulders and bushes.
Suddenly, Fifi ran ahead, stopping at a patch of low-growing bushes. She dropped to her knees and parted the leaves, searching for something down near the ground. Mac admired the view of her round green butt and the curve of her back as she began picking something off the bushes.
"Find anything interesting?" he finally asked.
Fifi looked at him over her shoulder. "Looks like you have," she said with a smile and shook her hips, making her plump butt jiggle. Then she got up and brought over a gremlin-sized handful of tiny berries.
"Want you to eat some," said Fifi.
"OK," said Mac, and held out his hand.
"Not ready yet," said Fifi. She smashed the handful of berries into a pulp. Then she smeared the fruit goop onto one ear. "Now am ready for you to eat berries." Fifi looked up at him expectantly.
"Off your ear?" asked Mac. He extended a finger.
"Use mouth," said Fifi.
"Is this a gremlin thing?"
"Is more goblin, but just as good for gremlins."
"Why?"
"Is romantic. You stop talking and suck my ear!" said Fifi.
Mac dropped to his knees. He wondered if he had cleaned that ear well enough to put in his mouth.
"You hold me," said Fifi. She guided Mac's hands to her hips. He held on, squeezing her soft flesh just enough to keep a good grip on her. Fifi felt warm and alive in his hands. He lifted her and she attempted to put her legs around his body.
Fifi guided the tufted tip of one fruity ear to his mouth. Mac found that the berries were mostly ripe, with a tart under-flavor. He sucked the goo off the tip of her ear and began to taste Fifi along with the berries. Her not quite identifiable spice flavor added a unique note to the berries. It was like eating some strange dessert from an unnamed country where they mix flavors differently.
Fifi moaned softly. She gripped the sides of his face and slowly put more and more of her ear into Mac's mouth. He squeezed her ear between his lips and sucked the berry goo out of the short velvety hair that grew on the back of her ear. The less furry inside of her ear had more of the Fifi flavor. Mac rubbed his tongue against it, making Fifi gasp and squirm. She dug into his sides with her heels.
"More," she moaned. Something in the way she said it made the act of eating smashed berries off her less of an inter-species curiosity and more like oral sex.
Mac rubbed her ear with a steady rhythm. He wished he could have actual sex with the lively little woman in his arms. What she lacked in accommodation she would make up for in enthusiasm. Mac's cock was hurting. Everyone was getting satisfied today except him.
Fifi rubbed her soft crotch against him. Her round butt gyrated in his hands. The toned muscle worked seductively beneath her soft female flesh. Mac rubbed her ear with his tongue as if he was making love to it. He could feel Fifi tremble in his hands.
She tried to say something, but he interrupted with an exceptionally slow stroke that seemed to make her forget what she wanted to tell him. Evidently, it was a warning, because a second later Fifi pressed her crotch against him and made a strange gremlin noise that was part moan, part purr, part growl. It communicated something to him that made his cock strain harder against his fly. Mac felt a warmth spread between them, slick at first, but as the wetness spread between Fifi's thighs and Mac's torso, it turned sticky. She pulled her ear from his mouth and laid her head against his shoulder.
She was warm and limp in his arms as if all her muscles had turned to mush. For a few minutes, he thought Fifi had gone to sleep. Then she spoke to him.
"That's better," said Fifi.
"What's better?" asked Mac.
"Whatever it was that you did."
"To be honest, I really don't know what I'm doing."
"Then keep not knowing. Put me down. Want to look." Mac put her down.
"You look handsome like that," said Fifi. Mac looked down. His entire front was smeared with a mix of Fifi flavored fluid and his own red-brown blood. He didn't feel handsome. He felt like he needed a shower.
"Really?" he asked.
"Very," said Fifi, who was similarly smeared with a mix of her cum and Mac's blood. She ran her hand down Mac's torso, then reached up and pressed her palm onto his cheek. It left a little red handprint.
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Lamlag watched the human and gremlin with a mix of interest and disgust. It seemed their degree of sexual satisfaction depended on how much of a mess they could make. As gross as it was, It made her a bit envious. Two mismatched lovers were joined by their love of painting each other with their bodily fluids.
Unfortunately, they were blocking the path. Lamlag removed her little dress and her greaves. She willed herself invisible and crept closer to the two lovers. Hopefully, they would be too busy getting each other all sticky to notice her passing. She carefully made sure each footstep was on the correct side of the line of pebbles that marked the edge of the trail.
Lamlag reached the edge of the berry patch. The patch was a wide place in the negotiated trail through gnome territory. The gnomes were picky about their rocks. Lamlag had to take care not to trespass. It was simply dumb luck that the two lovers hadn't provoked a barrage of pebbles from the grumpy yunwi tsundi sentries.
Lamlag crept to smelling distance easily. The human and gremlin were glued together by their latest bodily secretions and absorbed in each other's presence. Lamlag smelled the faintest note of Rose among the musky human and spicy gremlin. She tried not to look, but couldn't help herself. That human was muscled like an orc bodybuilder. Sweat ran down his back and made his muscles shine. It was too bad he had to die or leave. She was right behind him.
Lamlag felt a drip on her foot. She stepped back and looked for the source. Another droplet of sweat rolled down Mac's tricep and fell to the ground at her feet. Lamlag was disgusted. She wiped the offending droplet off her foot and started to flick it away, but stopped. It felt different to her. She looked at it. The liquid glistened on her fingertips no differently than any other sweat. She needed another droplet to be sure. She held a hand under his elbow and caught another drop. It shone in her palm like a liquid diamond. There was something more about this human, but what? Sweat dripped down his exposed back.
She could coup him if she wanted, give him a little payback for pushing her down. Then those triceps moved and the human put the gremlin down. Lamlag heard her call the human handsome. Well muscled, maybe. But handsome was a bit of a stretch.
