Chapter 1 - Flash Photography

    It would have been a warm and forgettable day in Dazar’alor, if the earth didn’t rumble and shake. Nuvah felt the pulse and thrum beneath her feet as she raced through the jungle. She passed through leaves and over tall roots heedless of the grasping scratch of branches against her fit soft-blue skin. Because she could feel the panic in the air as wind elementals carried gasps and squeaks to her listening ear.

    She burst through a thick wall of leaves and branches to enter a wide-open clearing at the base of one of the great mountain ranges that dotted Zul'dazar. Her heart raced as she cast her eyes across the clearing in search of the source of the disturbance.

The thick wild grass was cast in the shadows from those majestic walls of nearby stone. A river snaked down the middle of the clearing with fast-flowing water racing towards the ocean some distance to the southeast. And a brutasaur stood like a titan over this idyllic scene, stomping and trampling the earth, while a small goblin danced between its feet doing his best to keep from being crushed.

“‘OLD ON! I’M COMIN’!” Nuvah shouted.

The goblin yelped in response as he narrowly leaped out of the way of the panicked dinosaur’s steps.

Nuvah dashed closer and raised her hands high as she reached out to the spirits for aid. She felt the tingle of magic surround her fingers as she summoned wind and rain to answer her call. Her body was soon shrouded behind a swirling wall of elemental power. She felt her senses sharpen as she focused her will and silently bade the spirits to help her focus her power.

She then stretched her arms guiding the winds towards the goblin and the water towards the brutasaur.

    The winds wound around the goblin grasping his small body and whipping him towards her. The goblin howled in surprise as he sailed through the air towards the safety of Nuvah’s side of the river. Meanwhile, the water crashed against the brutasaur’s face sending cool healing waters all over the agitated creature’s skin.

    The brutasaur bellowed in shock and surprise. But its panicked dance slowed, then stopped as the cooling restorative waters soothed whatever panic it experienced. Then, as the air returned to the normal calm of a lazy summer afternoon, it turned and walked away from the river back into the jungle.

    Nuvah drew in several breaths as she listened to the rhythmic thunder of the heavy creature’s steps. She watched the tall creature until it disappeared into the depths of the nearby trees.

    “Good,” she said, “Made it jes in time.”

    : "Y-yeah that's great and all. But can you let me down?!"

    She turned her attention to the speaking goblin, who was still rolling around and around from within the wind wall she summoned. His blue hair was whipped about in that tempestuous squall, He wore a jacket and a comfortable pair of slacks that hugged his small masculine frame. He had bright red eyes that looked over the troll from head to toe. But what caught the troll’s attention was the camera he had in his hands, a bulky device with parts that bobbed and waggled as he tumbled in mid-air.

    Nuvah guided the wind to place the goblin on his feet. She then dismissed the wind and whispered words of thanks to the spirits for their aid.

    “So uh…” said the goblin, “...thanks for the save. Last thing I need was to get squished.”

    Nuvah stepped closer to the goblin. Her movements were relaxed and deliberate with a generous sway of her shapely hips. Her toned body was caressed by beads of sweat that ran down her body and drops of dew from trees that had flicked across her golden armor. She stopped just within the goblin’s reach and rested one hand on her hip.

    "I am guessin' dat ja spooked the brutasaur. Didn't ja?" She said as she motioned toward the goblin's camera. "Wit' dat t'ing. It flashed didn't it?"

    The goblin blinked and blushed as he regarded the device in his hands.

    “Uh…yeah. I did. I saw that thing and wanted to snap a photo for…”

    Nuvah waved a hand to silence the goblin.

    “Ja lucky dat I was ‘ere. Wat is ja name?” she said.

    The goblin reached up a hand and smoothed his hair back over his head. He had it fashioned into a curving streak that ran towards his back. His lips curled into a winning smile as he bowed to the troll.

    “Waxdax at your service. A photographer by trade.”

     Nuvah held out a hand, palm up, and squatted down so she was closer to eye level with the goblin.

    “Well den Wax…” she said as she held out a hand, “‘And ovah ja camera.”

    The goblin blinked and rubbed his thumbs over the camera. He looked into Nuvah’s eyes and flashed a pearly-white and winning smile. His voice cooed out in a lyrical lilt that was, if Nuvah had to be honest, at least somewhat charming.

“Do I have to? Why do I have to hand it over?” he said.

Nuvah's cheeks curled into an almost smile. But her duty to protect overcame the warm smile Waxdax gave her. She instead opened and closed the proffered hand and explained in an even tone.

    “Because ja can’t be trusted to not cause trouble. ‘And it ovah. I’m not keepin’ it forevah. Ye can come by te temple in Zandalar tomorrow. Den ja will get it back.”

    Waxdax’s ears drooped as he said, “But, you don’t understand. I got a job to do and…”

    “A job dat wouldn’t ‘appen anyway if ja got squished by the brutosaur.” Nuvah said, “I’m sure ja employer can wait one day.”

    Nuvah closed and opened her hand and rested a hand on her hip. Waxdax met Nuvah’s eyes. He frowned as his cheeks puffed out.

    Nuvah could see the gears turning in the goblin’s head. As excuse after reason tumbled around looking for something that might sway her opinion. But the tall woman had a face that remained steadfast and certain that hers was the right choice. It was like the handsome photographer knew that she had a point.

    But more than that, Nuvah saw something in the goblin’s bearing. From the warmth in his eyes when he let them roam across her face, to the looseness in his bearing compared to the tension from moments ago.

    It was as if he felt safe and grateful or at the least that he trusted her to know best. Even if he wished he could convince her otherwise.

    Waxdax, at last, sighed and set the camera in Nuvah's palm. 

“So tomorrow then?” he said.

Nuvah nodded and brought the camera against her chest. She motioned for Waxdax to follow her as she walked past him back towards the jungle. The path back to Dazar'alor wasn't far, but she wanted to be certain that he made it back safe and sound.

Each step was a graceful motion that began with the swing of her arms and ended in a strong stride. It was a walk that emphasized Nuvah’s power and beauty without a moment’s wasted motion. That is, except for the extra sway she added to her hips which made her plump butt jiggle with each motion.

She reached the nearest bush in a dozen steps and paused before stepping around it to exit the clearing. The woman looked over her shoulder  And she was pleased to see that the goblin had barely moved and his eyes were fixed on her curvy butt.

She licked her lips and smiled.

“Hey dere! Are ja comin’ or be ja too busy checkin’ me out?” She called out in a sing-song tone.

Waxdax blinked twice, shook his head, and snapped into a sprint to follow. He stammered out something about double-checking that he left nothing behind, but the brown blush across his green skin betrayed the truth.

Nuvah giggled as she stepped around the bush and entered the canopy-covered expanse of Zuldazar. She pushed past branches and over tall arching roots, but never looked back to see if she lost track of Waxdax. Since she could hear his hurried steps and felt his occasional southward glances like a warming brush against her moons.

~~~

That Evening

    The rest of the day was mercifully calm. The many dinosaurs that were such an integral part of life in Dazar’alor were well behaved. Squabbling shamans kept their disagreements to loud words shouted across the halls of the temples and pyramids. And even the children seemed too spent to misbehave or get underfoot with mischief.

    It meant that Nuvah didn’t have a lot to do throughout the day. And it also meant she had plenty of time to think about Waxdax.

    She had thought of the man’s gentle smile and his handsome features during the slower parts of the day. So she wasn’t surprised when her thoughts turned towards him as she made her way through the city towards her room near the temple.

    She and the goblin spoke during the short stroll back to the grand city and she found him to be pleasant company. He was knowledgeable and appreciative of the island’s beauty and had an obvious passion for the subject of photography. He had even said one thing that stuck out in her mind…

I like to imagine that my photos can make beauty last forever

    It was this desire to enhance and immortalize the subjects that got him into trouble in the first place. He was hired to find a place to shoot a client for a Bilgewater publication. He then got it in his head that his client would look even better when surrounded by the gentle colors and warmth of Zandalar. And he was snapping photos a little too close to the brutosaur when it panicked and stomped at him just moments before Nuvah arrived.

    She could admire that about him, even if she still felt that he was being a fool to snap photos so close to the wildlife.

    “Could ‘ave been a Wax sandwich…” she said as she pushed open the door to her room.

    Nuvah walked across the room and set the camera down on the table closest to the washtub. She then reached over her body to unclip the leather straps and gold-plated buckles that kept her armor hugged tightly against her figure. As each armor piece slid from her body, she felt the cool night air lick across her skin like fingers, kisses, and gentle lapping tongues. It made her shiver with the simple delight of nature's touch.

    “As ‘ard as ‘e was staring. I bet dat man would love to be ‘ere right now.” 

    Nuvah smiled as she imagined the goblin’s eyes go wide as she bent over, raising her ass high in the air and sweeping it side by side while her fingers undid the chausses covering her legs. She then undid the straps and buckles that kept her subligar over her nethers and sighed with relief as the curved metal fell to the floor with a gentle clang. Next came the breastplate that fell to the ground with a similar sound reverberating off the room. 

Soon she was nude except for the metallic coverings that protected her long tight legs from harm. 

Her mind wandered back to the goblin with such clarity that she could almost picture him standing by the door watching her. His attraction to her was clear as day and Nuvah was nothing if flattered by sincere attention and appreciation. She could just imagine his eyes widening as she removed her armor and wondered how tight she'd make his trousers.

    Then Nuvah paused as a wicked idea came to mind.

    She grabbed the camera and flipped it around. Her eyes darted over every inch of the device until she noticed a small rectangular slot with six buttons and two dials set in. She saw words beneath the dials and buttons. She looked over the words from left to right until she settled on the word Shutter Delay.

    “Ah dere we are!”

    Nuvah fiddled with the settings on the shutter, then set the camera back on the table and pointed it towards the four-poster bed on the east side of the room.

    Nuvah dashed over to the bed and took the nearest bedpost in her hands. She parted her lips and rolled her tongue out in a suggestive display as she wiggled her way down into a wide-legged squat. She arched her back so her ass stuck out in a way that she hoped would be captured when the camera flashed. She then pressed the bedpost between her breasts.

    Flash

    Nuvah blew the camera a kiss and twisted her body around. She pressed her ass against the bedpost and raised her arms above her head. Her fingers locked together around that thick wooden shaft as she spread her legs. She pursed her lips into a playful pucker as the wind turned and brushed against her perky breasts.

    Flash

    The troll’s chest rose and fell as she hopped off the floor to the corner of the bed. She curled one leg around the post and left the other to dangle off the edge. One hand raised a breast towards her open mouth with her tongue but an inch away, while the other curled into her hot and wet folds hidden behind the bedpost. Her cheeks were darkened with a flushing horny touch of crimson when the camera light blinked once more.

    Flash

    Nuvah's chest rose and fell. Her body was warm and her limbs shook. Her nether lips glistened as the first drops of arousal spread from top to bottom and stained the corner of the sheets and the bedpost. It was a satisfying slick sensation that gave her tingles from head to toe and made her contemplate grinding herself to a messy puddle right where she was. And the thought of doing such a wantonly lewd act made her nipples hard enough to ache and her breathing became a softly ragged sigh.

    But something about knowing that someone was watching, even if it was just the camera on the table, did something to her.

    She wanted to perform. 
She wanted to show off. 

But most of all, she wanted to see the look on Waxdax’s face when he came by tomorrow.

Flash

    Nuvah smiled wickedly and raced across the room. She grabbed the camera and shut off the automated shutter. She then raised the device and tapped it against her cheek. Dozens of ideas of sensual little scenes came to mind. And no few of them would look wonderful on film.

    She pictured leaning over a stone in the jungle and spreading her legs wide, then bending forward until she could look back at the camera while seeing the arousal drip from her nether lips. She imagined biting her lip as she thrust a slick and lubed-up toy between her folds while curling a beckoning finger at the silent camera lens.

    Then, she shook her head and set the camera down.

    “No, save it for tomorrow. ‘E’ll be’ere and I can scratch dat itch den.”

    She set the camera back down and pointed the lens towards her bed. She then turned and strode towards her bed with slow and sensual strides that swayed her hips from side to side. As she imagined the sound of the camera flash, she crawled into bed and lowered her fingers down between her thighs.

    “May be waitin’...” she said as she thrust a digit between her lips and curled it up as far as she could. “...But dat doesn’t mean I can’t play tonight.”

    It didn’t take long for the troll to finger herself into a moaning soaked mess.

~~~
The Next Morning

    It was a breezier day than the day before, but just as hot and sunny as the day before. The grass of Zandalar was slightly damp from a brief drizzling rain early in the morning, which made the land glisten as if millions of diamonds sprinkled in the sun. It was the kind of day for rest. When even the staunchest of the Zandalari trolls were tempted on taking a moment's pause to look up and admire the clear skies.
    
    But it wasn’t so for Nuvah, who already had big plans if things worked out as she wanted. She was again given leave to roam and wander on her own as she saw fit as it wasn’t a day that demanded a guard's normal vigilance. So she waited outside of the temple awaiting her expected guest.

    She was dressed in armor that hugged her lean and feminine frame. The breeze kissed every inch of her body, which made her flesh tingle from the sensitivity caused by last night's play. There was an undeniable friskiness that her late-night photo session caused that left her fingers hard at work and made her moans reverberate off the walls of her humble room.

    But such thoughts of naughtiness on her own were pushed aside when she spotted a blue tuft of hair and a familiar leather jacket.

    She watched Waxdax weave his way through the crowds with quick and twisting steps that slid through the crowd with ease. No one even seemed to notice his passing, except for a small hunter’s pet who stared until the goblin smiled that winning smile and eased the beast’s curiosity.

    When he emerged from the swelling morning crowd headed for or from the markets, he spotted Nuvah and waved a hand in greeting. Nuvah returned the gesture.

    “‘Ello dere!” she called out, “Come for ja ting?”

    Waxdax skipped closer until he was just within arm’s reach. He raised a hand to brush back his blue hair and gave Nuvah that winning smile once more.

    “Yeah. DIdn’t expect you to be here. Are you on duty?”

    Nuvah barely hid her grin behind a turning of her head. She gestured towards her room nearby.

    “No, dere’s no emergency so I’m free to wander unless called. And I’ve a feelin’ dat dis day won’t need me or a time.”

    “So you waited for me?” Waxdax said with a raised eyebrow.

    Nuvah smiled at him and her eyes shone with beauty and mischief.

    “Follow me and I’ll give back ja ting.”

    She turned on a heel and walked down the short path that led to her room. One hand came to rest on her hip while the other arm swung back and forth with a lazy rhythm. She stepped with a relaxed pace that emphasized the strength in her long-toned legs. And the gentle breeze tousled her hair as if it was a handful of doting fingers caressing her face and scalp.

    Waxdax followed close, remaining within arm’s reach.

    Nuvah resisted the urge to look behind her since she already knew where the goblin’s eyes had landed and roamed. Especially since she knew what he would soon see.

    A few moments passed and Nuvah felt her heart beat a little harder. She couldn’t help but think of the photos she took the night before and was deeply curious about what Waxdax would say when he saw them.

    I’m about to find out, she thought as they reached her door.

    Nuvah opened the door and swept her hand to gesture Waxdax inside. He accepted the invitation and stepped across the threshold. She followed behind and shut the door.

    She watched him look around the room, from end to end over the furnishings, decorations, and purposeful clutter that dotted the room. His eyes lingered a moment more when he looked at her bath and the bed, but then he noticed his camera where Nuvah left it on the table.

    “Ah there it is!” he said as he walked across the room. He reached out and took the camera in hand and turned it over and around to inspect it.

    “Don’t worry,” Nuvah said, “I left it exactly as ja gave it to me. I didn’t want ja to miss ja shoot.”

    Waxdax looked up from the camera and smiled at Nuvah. Though his cheeks darkened with an embarrassed blush as he spoke.

    “Actually…I didn’t know if it was going to take a while.” he confessed, “So I talked my client into pushing back the shoot for tomorrow. If I knew you’d be here to greet me we’d still be on. But that just gives me all day to find a spot…a safe one without brutosaurs.”

    Nuvah couldn’t help but grin.

    “Dat so? Den would ja mind showin’ me te pictures ja took? I’ve seen dose tings before and can’t ja cycle t’rough?” 

    Waxdax smiled, “Well I mean yeah sure! LIke I said, I was prepared to sit around for half the day. So…”

    Nuvah walked across the room and squatted down behind the goblin and to his left. She leaned in just enough that her breastplate pressed into his shoulder. She felt the goblin stiffen and heard him gulp down whatever he wanted to say. She chose to ignore it and tapped the side of the camera.

    “Go on den, show me.”

    Waxdax smiled and leaned into Nuvah’s chest. His nose wrinkled as he took in her scent, a combination of the natural jungle aroma and a hint of her soap from her morning bath that blended with her natural scent. And for a moment he leaned his head back and uttered a sigh. He blinked and looked back down and turned the camera so its viewscreen faced them.

    “Well then, let’s see…if I remember right I first took some pictures at the gate and…”

    WAxdax turned on the camera and cycled through the photos. As he cycled through he talked about the art of photography with the passion that could only come from a maestro, one who had lived their life for art and was confident in what he said.

    Nuvah expected as much. But what surprised her was how focused he was on making sure that what he said was never dull or self-centered. He paused often to think up different words to avoid using jargon and was more than willing to answer questions.

    Though she said it often when thinking about Waxdax, she found it charming. She might have even wondered if he’d been upset by the pictures she took.

    But when he flipped from the picture of the brutosaur and saw a very nude and smiling Nuvah all concerns fled her mind. Because rather than a frown or tense up, he could only stare. His lips parted to speak but no words came out. His eyes darted all over the image. She wondered if he was more focused on her tongue, her ass, or the hint of the curves of her breasts peeking around her arm.

    “So uh…you took some selfies?” Waxdax said.

    She smiled and huffed into his ear.

    “I ‘ope ja don’t mind. But I took a few more. Wanted to give ja a gift since I found ja charmin’ and for delayin’ ja work.”

    Waxdax blinked and cycled through the images. Each is more sensual than the last. Each inflamed him and made his nostrils flare. And each making him lean deeper into Nuvah's chest as if he were losing the strength in his legs.

    “So…” Nuvah hissed, “Wat do ja tink?”

    Waxdax reached over and put the camera down on the table and looked over his shoulder at Nuvah. He smiled that smile of his and winked as he met her glowing eyes.

    “Depends, do ya want me to be honest?”

    “Of course. Be blunt, it’s just us two in ‘ere.”

    Waxdax chuckled and reached up to open his jacket exposing the sleeveless shirt beneath. His chest was lean and strong with some muscular definition that gave him a lightly cut appearance. He was no bodybuilder, but he took care of himself.

    “I’d say I’m glad I get a day off. And if you’re willing, I’d like to show yo what I was thinking about yesterday when we were talkin’ in the jungle.”

    Nuvah’s eyes roamed south past his belt buckle and she could see the bulge pressing against his trousers as his hardening cock strained to greet her. She smiled at the sight, then looked up into his eyes.

    “Gladly. And I know just where ja can start.”

    Nuvah pushed back up to her feet. When she stood her full height she parted her legs and bent her knees just enough that her lap was right in front of the goblin's face. She swayed her hips side to side and raised her hands and let them slide and roam down her body. They traveled over her cheeks, over her breasts, down her sides, stopping only once they reached the clips of her chausses.

    He watched her with clear and naked excitement. And it was only a few moments later when he realized she wasn’t going to remove her armor quite yet.

    He looked at her and she smiled and said, “Joo want to see everyting don’t ja?”

    He nodded. “Yeah, of course I do! You’re hot.”

    “Well den, I may let ja see it all. But joo will ‘aff to work for it. Tink joo can make me ‘appy?”

    Waxdax snickered and bobbed his head.

    “Oh y…yeah! Whatever you want. I’m your guest and at your command.”

    She smiled at his sincerity and flicked out her tongue to moisten her lips and tusks. She imagined how he might respond if she bit his neck while jerking his cock. But there'd be plenty of time to play with the man and leave him a dribbling sticky mess on her bed.

    For now, she had something else in mind.

    “I’ve been tinkin’ bout ‘avin’ a bit of fun wit ja since I got off me s’ift. So now, joo will get me off startin’ wit ja tongue.”

    Click Clack Slide

    Nuvah’s armor slipped from her hips and down her legs. The metal clattered as it landed on the floor. She kicked the garments away leaving her bare flesh exposed to the goblin. And just as she implied, her nether lips were wet. 

    She leaned over to touch the goblin’s cheek, but his hands launched out and grabbed hold of her ass nice and tight. His fingers curled and dug their nails into her flesh digging small marks against her soft curves. He then pressed his face between her thighs and pushed his tongue between her folds and lapped at it like it were the greatest treat known to any.

    “Oooh, Joo said nnghh ja ‘ad te day off. No need to ‘urry.” she said with a teasing tone that wavered as the goblin tongue fucked her sex.

    She watched his head bob up and down, back and forth and her cheeks flushed at the sensations swirling around her. Her breathing became a ragged throaty purr. And it was only as he hummed something about getting nude that she remembered to remove her breastplate and toss it across the room.

    She looked down and watched the goblin’s bobbing head. But her vision became hazier and hazier as her eyes narrowed to slits. The feeling of that skillful tongue lapping at her folds was divine as he seemed to lash and flick and click that pink tongue at every inch of hot wet pink he could reach.

    “By te Wild Gods, nhghhh keep right dere. NGHYyssss dat feels so good!”

    Nuvah arched her back. Her eyes slammed shut as her body tensed up and focused only on the sensations between her thighs. The way Waxdax’s warm breath huffed small puffs of air against her wet folds. The way his tongue vibrated whenever he groaned, grunted, or spoke his muffled praise of her scent and taste. She almost missed the sharp smack against her ass or the sweep of his palms up and down the back of her legs. Every touch and motion and sound he made spoke one singular truth.

    He wanted to fuck her.

    The goblin tipped his head back and winked as he opened his eyes wide and lapped up towards her clit. He made a loud lewd “ahhh” sound as he found that button and gave it a lewd kiss and a wet gentle slap of his tongue. And that motion, merciless as it was, sent jolts of pleasure to race through the troll.

    She couldn't remember how long he stayed between her thighs. She certainly didn't care. She could only moan and purr as his tongue fucked her and worshipped her aching needy clit. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths until her toes curled as she neared her climax.

    And it was then that Waxdax moved his hands to jerk down his trousers. And when those offending garments were thrown away, he fell to his knees and closed his lips around the troll’s pussy while his big strong hands grasped his cock and pumped it in deep flicks and pumps.

    But try as he might he couldn’t catch up and Nuvah came first splashing the goblin’s face in her lustful essence.

    “Oohhh by NNGHH MMGNHHH AHHHH.” she said as her eyes fluttered open and her senses returned to her. And it was only then that she heard the steady plap of his cock as he jerked it from tip to base.

    She considered letting him cum right then and there. Since his arousal was all for her. But there was a certain thrill in taking control that she couldn’t deny herself. Especially since she still wanted that cock all for herself.

    She leaned down and reached for his face. She caressed his cheek and rubbed his skin with her fingers. Her touch ran across his jaw and around the curve of his long ears.

    “Nuh unh Waxdax,” she said in a breathy purr, “If joo want to cum, den do it my way ‘ow I want it.”

    Waxdax's hand slowed, then stilled as he looked up into the troll's sensual eyes. He flushed, enraptured by the beauty before him as well as how wild and base she made him act. But the smile on his face, that damnably winning and charming curl on his lips, told her without words that he agreed to her terms.

    “Good. Very good. Now…stand up on my bed and s’ow me wat ja made of.”

    Nuvah offered no further explanation than to stand up and bend over with her ass aimed towards the bed. She gazed at the goblin and swayed her hips from side to side. And her body felt warmer and warmer as she felt Wax's saliva and her lust running down her thighs in a sticky sensual stream.

    The goblin scrambled to his feet and hopped up on the bed. He then slipped in behind her and clapped one hand on her round ass holding her steady and tight. The other went around his cock which he slapped like a club against her rear to make it jiggle just so. The motion made the beads of pre at his tip flick and fleck across her skin, which felt like hot raindrops against her skin.

    The troll cooed over her shoulder at him.

    “Dere ja go. Now slide it right in. Plenty wet for ja so ja won’t even need to lube up.”

    Waxdax did as she commanded and slid his cock between her folds. He hissed at the sensations as her pussy clamped down greedily on his thick cock. And she cooed at the sheer and surprising girth he had to offer as it pushed in deeper inch by inch.

    “Oh! Ja a big goblin ain’t ja? Were ja mnngh tinkin’ of fuckin’ me wit dat ting since we met?”

    “Y…yeah!”

    “Den stop wastin’ time…” she said as she felt his sack slap against the back of her thighs, “...fuck me!”

    Waxdax obeyed in an instant. He rocked his hips back and forth filling her with his pulsing throbbing girth and slapping the back of her legs with his heavy cum-filled sack. He couldn’t speak a single phrase beyond the language of moans, grunts, and sighs. Not that he could say anything that wasn’t said louder by the rhythmic crash of their bodies and the slap of his palms around her hips.

    He held on tight as he thrust in and out of her. Sweat ran down his body. And the bedsprings creaked and groaned in protest and praise at the lustful play. But none of the sounds were quite as loud as the sounds Nuvah made as she felt his cock throb against her tight walls.

    “Dat’s it, nnghh dat’s it right dere! Give in and give me wat I want!”

    “OH FUCK! GOB GOB DAMNNN”

    Nuvah cackled at the vigorous goblin as he threw back his head and groaned. His lap slapped against her shaking ass while his fingers clenched tight around her hips. Nuvah felt the gush of seed deep inside as thick ropes of sticky white painted her walls. Some of his lust gushed out in a burst leaving small drops of seed to stain her sheets and her bed’s footboard. 

She moistened her lips with a sweep of her tongue and breathed deeply as he held on as if his life depended on it. She listened as he panted and breathed in deep while they both glowed in that much-needed release.

It almost felt like the perfect time for a break…but Nuvah wasn’t quite done.

She shook her hips from side to side until he lost his grip. She then broke away and ignored him as he flopped down on the foot of the bed. She listened to his deep breathing and watched the twitch in his half-spent cock with more than a confident smile playing across her lips.

She made her way around the bed and crawled inside. Then she rolled to her back and raised her legs high.

“Waxdax, turn around and look at me.”

The goblin shook off his exhaustion and did as she told just in time to see Nuvah reach down and touch her pussy, parting the folds to expose the slick hot mess he gave her moments ago. She then showed him her other hand and curled a beckoning finger.

“Ja not done yet. Come here and give me more.”

His eyes went wide at the display and for a moment, Nuvah thought he might beg her for a break or flee from her insatiable lust. But to his credit and her deep and naked pleasure, he turned around shuffled closer, and took his cock in hand.

He moved closer until his knees rested beneath her ass's round curve and she obliged him by resting her legs over his shoulders. He slapped his cock on her torso, stroking the slick crown against her abs, and slowly pumped that shaft to bring it back to life.

“Dat’s it, mon! Get nice and ‘ard! I want to get fucked and I know joo got what it takes! Look at me, and fuck me.”

She teased him with her words and cupped her breasts in her hands. She kneaded her chest and made a show of pinching her nipples. Her tongue swept over her lips and tusks and she ground her hips up and down to press her pussy against his nuts. It was a lewd whorish display that did the trick as his dick was a hard hot shaft before too long.

She used her legs to nudge him back and hissed, “Joo know where to put it.” And when he guided his cock towards her folds, she curled her legs back to pull him in, spearing herself with the goblins hot sticky cock.

“OHHHH YES! DAT’S IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Waxdax leaned in and brushed Nuvah’s hands aside so he could grab hold of her breasts. He kneaded her tits and played with her mounds while his hips slammed back and forth. And something about the goblin’s deep desire to please her and that quivering length pounding into her made her tingle from head to toe.

She reached one hand up and grabbed hold of the headboard. While the other reached down to tease her clit to push herself deeper and deeper into the throes of pleasure.

The motion slammed the bed against the wall with a melodic slap that served as percussion for the music of their horny and eager moans.

Soon, Nuvah felt that familiar sensation once more. The fluttery heady sensation that started from her nethers and rocketed through every bit of her being. Her eyes slammed shut, her lips pinched tight. And she hissed as her toes curled.

Waxdax felt it too as he was grunting something about being close and trying so hard to hold on so she could cum first. And it was that submission to her endless lusts that finally pushed her beyond the point of control.

Nuvah cried out to the ceilings and buried her head into her pillows as the orgasm tore through her and left her shuddering. And that singular sight pushed him to follow suit with his release.

But the goblin was an artist and wanted to leave his mark on Nuvah. So he pushed back against the troll's squeezing legs until he could pull himself free of her pussy. And he rubbed himself against her nether lips until his crown pulsed and released his lust over her hard and sexy abs.

Nuvah and Waxdax took a moment to breathe in and admire one another. While his eyes were fixed on her breasts, the cum on her abs, and the lewd smile she wore, hers were on the drying lust she smeared onto his face as well as the cock whose tip was still sticky with seed.

And a positively wicked smile crossed her face.

“Get some rest, den we’ll fuck for te camera.”