Chapter 1 - Chapter One

The dusty breeze of Desolace whipped past the mechanohawg as it raced through the starkly dry terrain. The sun slowly fell in the western horizon, with most of its light already dipped behind the distant mountain range. It was late in the autumn, just cool enough that travelers wrapped furs tighter around their exposed skin.

    Or in the case of Fizzabrix Hawkstrider, it made her snuggle closer to Cheveyo’s chest.

    “Ya know what?” Fizzabrix said wiggled deeper into the tauren’s lap,  “I consider myself a lucky gal. Just so happens that my luck isn’t all bad.”

    Cheveyo brushed his mane out of his eyes. His wide maw curled into a confident smile that gave the smallest hint of shining white teeth. The one-size-too-small vest he wore flapped in the breeze as his bike sped along on its way to Sun Rock Retreat.

    “Do you not mean your luck is not all good? What about your bike?” Cheveyo asked.

    Fizzabrix smirked. She twisted her body just enough that she could see the tauren’s eyes and so he could get a good look down her plunging neckline crew-shirt.

    "Oh I get it," said Fizzabrix. "The engine failure's gonna be a pain to fix. I mean assumin' some of the locals don't find it and scrap it while I"m away. But just think, if I didn't break down, I'd have been in Sun Rock by now. And…"

    She drummed her fingers along the tauren’s thighs. Her nails scratched through the biker’s thick fur teasing the skin beneath. She moistened her lips with a quick dart of her tongue and flashed an impish toothy grin. And all the while, the goblin wiggled her hips deeper into the tauren’s lap, satisfied when she felt a small hard bump pressing against her softest curves.

    “And?” Cheveyo said behind an adorably awkward cough.

    “And…” Fizzabrix said, “...I was thinking if you were willing, we could find a nice shaded spot before we cross into Stonetalon. And I could show my appreciation.”

    “Appreciation?” Cheveyo asked uncertainly.

    “Ya know, sexually.” Fizzabrix said.

    Cheveyo stared at his passenger. The goblin was soft in all the right places, with an ass that rubbed into his crotch in the right way and shapely tits that screamed to be released from her best. He craved her and she knew it, especially as his cock strained against his trousers while she ground her small body against him.

    He breathed deep and looked down the road. His eyes opened wide as he groaned an almost ecstatic, “Fuck it” and jerked the wheel towards the left.

The tauren drove the bike off the trail and parked it beneath a gray-stone overhang.

FIzzabrix noticed none of it, however, as she was too busy undoing the buttons and ties to the tauren's pants. Her chest rose and fell with eager breaths as she undid snaps and clips until she could fit her hand down into the hidden shadows of the tauren's trousers. And she was rewarded with the pulse and throb of a big thick shaft that felt warm under her grip.

“Oooh look at this big fella. Who’s fault is this I wondah?” Fizzabrix said as she pulled the tauren’s cock out and slapped its weight down across her face.

She arched her back so her leather-bound tits could pillow around the shaft, while she lapped at the pale pinkish unsheathed length. Her hands wrapped around the base of that big girthy beast and pumped it up and down in deep rhythmic strokes as the bike came to rest in a shade.

The tauren reached a large hand and cradled the goblin’s back. His palms were a warm firm bed as Fizzabrix played with that big dick.

“Bet you do this with all the tauren, do you not?” Cheveyo teased.

Fizzabrix smooched a spot on the tauren’s shaft leaving a bright lipstick mark on his flesh. She smirked as she shook her head, brushing her hair against the tauren’s tip.

“Only the hunkiest, I assure ya. And besides…” Fizzabrix said, “I’ve always wanted to live out that hitchhiker fantasy. Just me, a stud, and the sky to witness me bein’ a slut.”

Cheveyo’s chest rumbled as he laughed. He closed and opened his fingers and massaged the goblin’s back. 

“Then let us make your dream come true. Now take off your clothes.” Cheveyo groaned.

“Yeah, sure!” Fizzabris said.

The goblin pumped that shaft with several more jerking motions. She didn’t stop until she felt the first smattering of pre-cum splash out from that eager twitching tip. She then hopped up and stood on Cheveyo’s knees and winked at him as he opened his mouth wide.

Cheveyo took the hint and grasped the back of her head and pulled her down onto his cock.

Fizzabrix lapped across Cheveyo's tip and moaned as he guided her head up and down his shaft. She sucked and slurped on that meat enjoying how the tauren smelled like desert roads, manly musk, with a light hint of engine grease. This was a tauren who knew how to service his machine and she did not doubt that he knew how to service a willing partner as well.

Fizzabrix's fingers fumbled for the buttons to her own vest. Soon her tits flopped out and jiggled from beneath a barely-there white shirt that failed to hide her hard goblin nipples. She smiled around Cheveyo's cock when he whistled in appreciation of her well-toned figure.

Oh, ya ain't felt nothin' yet, Fizzabrix thought as she reached down and cupped the tauren’s massive sack.

Cheveyo rolled his head back and grunted as soon as Fizzabrix’s fingers cupped the tauren’s hefty balls. His hips ground up and down off the seat, as he inched his cock further down the goblin’s inviting mouth, hoping to get a few more greedy inches down her stretching throat.

The sun had long since retreated down past the horizon in the distance. The cool nights of Desolace crept in around that lone mechanohawg. But the pair were too deep in the throes of passion to care as they could only feel the steamy heat of their lewd bodies crashing together.

But even with the bliss of foreplay, the tauren wanted more.

He reached down and grasped the goblin’s hips hefting her off his lap. His cock slipped out from her lips with a loud wet pop as a gush of pre she hadn’t sucked down splashed across the bridge of her nose. As the tauren took her and bent her over the front hood of his ride, Fizzabrix kicked her legs in playful defiance.

“Oh fella! Gettin’ impatient are we? What are ya gonna do now?” Fizzabrix said.

“Something fun for both of us.” Cheveyo said as he hooked a finger around the waist of Fizzabrix’s shorts and panties and jerked them down her shapely thighs.

Fizzabrix laughed wickedly, even as she tried to feign innocence.

“Ya mean somethin’ sexual?” She said in a sing-song tone.

“Yes,” Cheveyo said as he pressed the tip against her thighs and angled his big saliva-slickened shaft towards her labia.

The goblin purred as she reached down between her thighs and spread apart her labia exposing her hot wet pink.

Cheveyo didn’t waste any further time thrusting deep within the goblin filling her sensual green body with his big aching dick.

“Hnngh! How oare you so damn tight!” Cheveyo grunted as he slammed his hips back and forth, his hefty nuts swinging with each motion.

Cheveyo groaned with nude delight as he leaned over the goblin’s sensual form. One hand gripped tight around her waist as his motions made her round butt jiggle and quake with every slap of lustful flesh. While the other slapped hard against the nearby stone wall for support. He grit his teeth to try and choke down the horny grunts and groans that raced up from his throat and felt sweat mat down on his furry face.

Fizzabrix meanwhile was a breathless mess.

Her hot pussy was soaked with essence that spilled over Cheveyo’s big fat cock. Droplets of cum and essence splashed down over the hood of the bike while her toes curled tight in pleasure.

Fizzabrix shut her eyes and hissed. Her fingers closed into tight little fists. And her ears burned each time the rhythmic slap of their bodies forced their way into her awareness. She could hear her moans and his grunts and wanted to scream Fuck me Harder, but all she could manage was an eager purr as she felt her senses swirl.

All that mattered to either traveler, was the feel of the other and the rush of sensations that tingled from head to head to toes and every point in between.

Fizzabrix couldn’t say how long they fucked under the Desolace moonlight. But she could always remember how it felt when Cheveyo grasped her shoulders and pinned her in place. His cock pulsed then erupted filling the Goblin with thick ropes of hot seed that made her head swim. She hissed in delight and grasped onto his wrists, his nails scratching along his flesh as she desperately tried to contain the sensations of being filled. Her back arched, pressing her tits close enough that the tauren could lower his head and lap at her green flesh.

And then, it was over.

He held himself up with a single palm, his large broad chest heaving up and down. While she fell back against the hood and sighed as she gazed up at the lovely moonlit sky.

Their combined juices pooled around her, running down her thighs and dripping to the sandy soil of Desolace.

Cheveyo grinned and ran a finger across his mane, wiping the sweat-matted fur from his eyes.

    “I will never doubt how satisfying a goblin’s appreciation can…” Cheveyo said.

    Fizzabrix reached up and grasped the tauren’s chin and jerked him down closer to her face. She gave him the most wicked grin and said.

    “Oh nah, don’t be sayin’ cute shit just yet. Once I get my second wind we’re goin’ again. If ya think you can handle it.” Fizzabrix said.

    The goblin was pleased when she felt the tauren’s cock twitch from within her. This was going to be a great road trip.
    


