*Author's Note: Just want everyone to know that while all the sex in this story is entirely consensual it does involve some hardcore ravishment play. If that's not something you're interested in then this isn't the story for you.*
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Mardon finished hammering the last of the tent pegs in and stood up to wipe the sweat from his brow. He still couldn't quite believe this was happening, he'd always been a perfectly average looking man, and a perfectly average cooper. Now here he was setting up camp with a goblin while his cock pitched a tent of its own.
Inta had meanwhile got the fire established, and their little camp by the river was looking lovely. Inta was looking lovely too, for the hundredth time he let his hungry eyes roam over the generous curves her tight pants completely failed to hide. She caught him staring again and gave him a playful smile that exposed her tiny vestigial tusks.
"You better have done your share if you're thinking of jumping me," her own hungry eyes dipped to the bulge in his pants as she spoke.
"All done, the camp's ready when we are," he replied. When she smiled again he couldn't help thinking she resembled a small green succubus.
"I'll get changed then, no peeking."
With that she disappeared into the tent with her pack, leaving him alone with his hardon. A minute later she reemerged and his cock nearly burst his pants. She had swapped her regular clothes for a tightly fitted knee length shift of undyed fabric.
She giggled, "You like it? Flimsiest fabric I could get, the mercer must have thought I was mad when I kept insisting on something weaker."
She did a little spin, showing him how well it hugged every curve.
"This of course means it'll tear at the slightest provocation, and I'd never be able to mend it. So don't worry about ruining it okay? I'm not expecting to bring it back as anything but rags."
He nodded dumbly, needing a moment to find the words he was looking for, "You're sure about this?"
She nodded, "I'm sure, I wouldn't have asked for it if I didn't want it. I appreciate you care enough to check though. Safeword still pomegranate?"
He nodded back, "Pomegranate."
She walked over to him and stood on her toes, lips puckered. He leaned down to meet her in the kiss, both coming away smiling.
"You're a sweetheart Mardon, but I want you to forget about that for a while. Get the ropes on and abuse me, just like we talked about."
He obeyed, binding Inta's wrists behind her back with one length and then her ankles with the other. When he was done she was left teetering precariously, and his first instinct was to lower her carefully to the ground. He caught himself just shy of acting on that instinct, what would Inta want him to do? What did he want to do?
Instead he gave her a shove, sending her crashing to the ground with a cry. A stab of pity went through him, but also a stab of lust.
On the ground she was twisting to look up at him, "What did you do that for you brute? Can't you take anyone your own size?"
She was settling into character quickly, he needed to do the same.
He grabbed her long black hair with one hand and her upper arm with the other, she cried out in pain as she was dragged over in front of a comfortable rock. He took his seat with her at his feet.
"I took you, so I can do whatever I want. Those knots are secure, and there's no way you can overpower or outrun me so I suggest you give me a reason to be nice."
She ignored him, instead struggling to twist herself onto her knees. He let her get there before seizing her by the hair. She glared at him, so he decided it best to slap her across the cheek. Her cry of pain was hot, he found himself getting very into his role.
He pressed his other palm lightly against her throat, "Ready to give this up yet?"
Her slightly choked words were still defiant, "Fuck you, you don't own me."
His cock twitched at that very appealing prospect.
"Well I wouldn't want to, not with your attitude. Maybe I can fix that though."
He pulled her easily over his knee, her struggles meaningless. Once he had her in position he brought his palm down hard on her helpless butt.
She cried out once more, "What are you doing!?"
He spanked her again, "I'm teaching you to behave."
He rained a few more blows down on her as she screamed and swore. After a half dozen his hand came down and stayed there, grabbing a nice handful. He gave her a couple of appreciative squeezes, hand roaming all over her butt and thighs.
She continued to struggle fruitlessly as he groped her, "Stop that! I'm not your whore, not for all the money in the world."
He was so hard he ached, and he was certain she must be able to feel it, "My whore? That sounds like an idea, but I wasn't planning on paying you. You're looking for ways to make me happy remember?"
He pulled up the hem of her dress to find she had made herself underwear of the same cheap material.
He pulled the edges together to expose more of her butt, "Damn, there is nothing of these, you sure you weren't hoping for this?"
"I'd never want this, and definitely not with someone as unimpressive as you."
Mardon scoffed and gave her a shove, sending her tumbling to the ground with another cry. Straddling the tiny woman he let his weight pin her hips to the ground. With her hands still stuck behind her back her chest was pushed upwards in an uncomfortable but attractive way. With a quick tug the fabric tore, exposing her large breasts to his hungry gaze. Though she made a sound of dismay, he could see her dark green nipples were rock hard.
"You bastard! My clothes! Stop it, let me go! You can't do this!"
Mardon's response was to slap her across the face, "How many times do I have to explain it to you? I can do whatever I want with you. If you behave, I won't have to hurt you so much. Those ropes around your wrists for example, I can move them, make them more comfortable. Would you like me to?"
