Chapter 2 - Epilogue

Sometime later

“...and then, I came back to tell you everything.” Idriel said.

The elf looked up from his drink into Harleen’s face. He expected the goblin to look at him with pitying eyes for his ordeal in the matron’s nest. Or perhaps to fume with how poorly the mission had gone. But there was no hint of either response in the goblin’s disposition.

The paladin looked deeper. He saw the arched eyebrow on the goblin's left side and the purse of her thin lips. He noticed how she tapped against her cheekbone and how her toes tapped a deliberate rhythm. Then he heard the slow and subtle hum that escaped the shorter woman's throat.

“You doubt my story?” Idriel said.

The question snatched Harleen’s attention away from her thoughts. She looked up and met Idriel’s eyes and shook her head. She waved her hands and motioned towards the chair closest to the elf.

“No, no. You got it all wrong.” the goblin said. “You smelled like harpy from the moment you arrived and I noticed how you kept looking up in the sky. Probably worried that the warrior or the matron was following you to take you back, no doubt.”

The elf smiled and bobbed his head.

“That’s right! I figured I got away, but you can’t be too sure. I thought they’d want their um…partner back.”

Harleen smirked and shook her head. She approached the elf and wagged a finger at him. When she reached him, she poked his stomach and pushed him into the seat, then stepped between his knees. She slapped her palms on his thighs and looked up with a toothy wicked grin.

“Nah, you weren’t their partner. You were their toy and I think I can use that. Maybe find a way to calm them down so they leave the native birds alone. And, you can help me with that.”

The elf gulped as he watched the woman’s hands rub up and down his thighs. A part of him knew what the goblin had intended, but he wanted to believe that she was just being particularly…but innocently handsy.

“I…would be glad to help. What do you need me to do?”

The goblin grinned and slid her hands up until she grabbed hold of his belt. She then undid his buckles and tugged the leather from around his waist. When she spoke, her voice was thick with lust and sin.

“Be a good little toy and let me figure out what it is about you that the matron craved so much.” the goblin said.

The elf wanted to protest. But she grabbed his cock in a grip that promised that she wouldn’t let go until she was through.