Chapter 2: Building Tension
It's our responsibility to look after it." David's expression softened, his anger giving way to concern. "You're right. We should try to understand why it did that. Maybe it's just curious, or maybe it doesn't know any better." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Let's go downstairs and make breakfast. We can try to talk to it then." Emily nodded, her eyes still on the guest room door. "Okay. Let's see if we can't make this work." The next morning, the trio gathered around the kitchen table, the atmosphere subdued but determined. David had cooked a simple breakfast of eggs and toast, the food steaming gently on the plates. Emily poured them each a cup of coffee, her hands steady despite the morning's events.
She placed one cup in front of David and the other in front of the empty seat across from them. She knew that Pippin was hesitant to come downstairs, but she hoped that the scent of food would be enough to lure it down.
David took a sip of his coffee, his eyes scanning the kitchen as if expecting Pippin to appear at any moment. "I still can't believe what happened last night," he murmured, shaking his head.
Emily sighed, her gaze softening as she looked at him. "I know. But we have to try to understand it. Maybe it's just... curious."
David nodded, his expression thoughtful.
We should try to see things from its perspective. It's probably never seen a... situation like that before. It might not understand what it's doing wrong."
As if on cue, the scrape of a chair on the floor echoed from the hallway, and a moment later, Pippin appeared in the kitchen doorway. Its eyes darted nervously between Emily and David, its small body hunched over as if bracing for a scolding. It looked down at the empty seat, then back up at them, its ears twitching with uncertainty.
Emily put on a warm smile, patting the seat gently.
"Good morning, Pippin. There's breakfast for you."
Pippin hesitated for a moment, its eyes flicking between Emily and David. It seemed to be trying to gauge their reactions before stepping any further into the room. When it saw that they were both smiling, it took a tentative step forward, its small body still tense with apprehension.
David pushed the plate of food towards Pippin, his eyes soft with encouragement. "Come on, it's just breakfast. We're not going to hurt you."
Pippin looked at him, its large eyes filled with a mix of fear and curiosity.
It took another small step forward, its hand reaching out to touch the edge of the plate. The scent of the food seemed to reassure it, and it let out a soft, tentative squeak before sitting down in the empty chair.
Emily smiled, her eyes warm and encouraging. "There you go, sweetheart. We're all just having breakfast together, okay?"
Pippin nodded slowly, its eyes never leaving Emily's face. It picked up the fork, its small fingers wrapping around the handle with surprising dexterity. It took a bite of the eggs, its eyes widening slightly as it chewed, a look of pure enjoyment on its face.
David and Emily exchanged a smile, relieved that Pippin seemed to be responding to their overtures.
"So, Pippin," Emily said, her voice gentle and encouraging. "We were wondering if you could tell us a little bit about yourself. Where did you come from? How did you end up in our garden?"
Pippin swallowed, its eyes darting between Emily and David. It seemed to consider the question for a moment before shaking its head slowly. It let out a soft chitter, its voice almost apologetic in its tone.
David nodded, his expression understanding. "That's okay, we don't need to know right away.
We're just glad you're here with us," David said, putting his hand gently on Pippin's shoulder. "Now, I should get to work. It was a late night, and I have a big meeting today."
Pippin looked up at him, its eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. It let out a soft, questioning squeak, as if asking where he was going. Emily smiled reassuringly at both of them. "Daddy has to go to work, sweetheart. He'll be back later, and we can all play together again. Sound good?"
Pippin nodded, its small body relaxing slightly as it seemed to take in Emily's words. David smiled at Pippin, then stood up from the table. "I'll see you both later.
Remember, Pippin, I expect you to behave yourself while I'm gone," David said with a hint of playfulness in his voice as he stood up from the table. He leaned down to plant a kiss on Emily's forehead before grabbing his briefcase and heading out the door. Pippin watched him go, its small body still hunched over its plate of eggs, its eyes thoughtful as it processed David's departure.
As the front door closed behind him, Emily sighed and leaned back in her chair, a soft smile playing on her lips. She looked down at Pippin, who was now busily shoveling eggs into its mouth, its tiny hands moving with surprising efficiency. "Well, it looks like it's just you and me now, little one," she said, her voice soft and gentle. Pippin looked up at her, its large eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and affection.
Emily smiled back, her heart warming at the sight of the little goblin tucking into its breakfast with such relish. "You're really enjoying that, aren't you?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. Pippin let out a happy squeak, its tail wagging enthusiastically as it continued to shovel food into its mouth. Emily laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you're happy, sweetheart. You know what? I think I'm going to take a quick shower while you finish your breakfast. sound okay?"
Pippin looked up at her, its eyes wide and innocent. It let out a soft chitter, as if asking for permission. Emily nodded reassuringly. "Of course, sweetheart. I won't be long. You just enjoy your breakfast, okay?" Pippin nodded, its attention already back on its plate.
Emily stood up from the table, a soft smile still playing on her lips. "Alright, sweetheart. I'll be back before you've finished," she said, patting the goblin gently on the head before making her way towards the stairs.
As she climbed the stairs to the second floor, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She glanced back over her shoulder, but Pippin was still tucked away in the kitchen, its focus entirely on its breakfast. Emily shook her head, dismissing her paranoia as she continued towards the bathroom. She hoped that a quick shower would help to clear her mind and ease some of the tension that had built up in her shoulders.
Steam billowed from the shower as Emily stepped inside, the hot water cascading over her body and washing away the remnants of the night before.
Her perfect body, with its big tits, was on full display, the water sluicing over her ample curves and making her nipples pebble with the cold. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the tile, and let out a soft sigh of contentment.
The sound of the water drowned out all other noise, creating a cocoon of silence and warmth that Emily found incredibly soothing. She reached for the shampoo, her fingers brushing against the wall as she sought out the familiar bottle. As she began to lather up her hair, she felt a sudden, disturbing sensation, like the prickling of a hundred tiny eyes on her bare skin. She froze, her heart skipping a beat as she struggled to convince herself that it was just her imagination. But as she hesitated, the sensation only grew stronger, and she found herself fighting a rising tide of panic.
She opened her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she scanned the bathroom, her gaze landing on the small, misted window. There, standing on the tile ledge, was Pippin, its eyes wide and unblinking as they stared at her naked form. Emily gasped, her hands flying to cover her breasts, her mind racing with shock and embarrassment. Pippin let out a high-pitched squeak, its tail flicking back and forth as it scrambled to maintain its balance on the narrow ledge.
"Pippin, what are you doing in here?" Emily demanded, her voice a mix of anger and fear. She quickly turned off the shower, water sluicing off her body as she stepped out of the tub, her hands still shielding her breasts.
Pippin let out another squeak, its eyes darting nervously between Emily and the door, before turning on its heels and darting out of the bathroom, its tiny feet slapping against the tile floor as it fled the room.
Emily stood there for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She was shaken, both by the intrusion and by the realization that Pippin had been watching her. She quickly grabbed a towel from the hook on the wall and wrapped it around herself, her mind racing with questions and concerns.
As she stepped out into the hallway, she could hear the sound of Pippin's footsteps echoing through the house, its rapid, panicked scampering filling the air. She hurried after the goblin, her own footsteps echoing through the empty house as she chased after it.
The sound of its rapidly retreating footsteps led her to the guest room, where she found Pippin huddled on the bed, its small body trembling as it clutched a stuffed animal to its chest. Emily hesitated in the doorway, her anger and shock slowly giving way to confusion. What had Pippin been doing in the bathroom? And why had it fled so suddenly?
To her horror, she noticed that Pippin's other hand was moving rapidly beneath the blankets, hidden from view. She gasped, her eyes widening as she realized what the little goblin was doing. "Pippin, what are you doing?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief. She took a step into the room, her eyes fixed on the writhing form beneath the blankets.
She felt a wave of pity for the little goblin, huddled there in the dark, its small body wracked with some unspoken need. "Pippin, it's okay," she said softly, her voice filled with a mixture of sympathy and concern. "Whatever it is, we can talk about it. You don't have to be afraid."
The goblin's movements slowed, its trembling body stilling as it looked up at her with wide, fearful eyes. It let out a soft, questioning chitter, its voice barely above a whisper. Emily nodded, her expression softening as she approached the bed. "Yes, that's right. We're just going to talk, okay? Nothing bad is going to happen.
You're safe here with me, okay?" She sat down on the edge of the bed, her voice soft and soothing as she tried to reassure the little goblin. Pippin looked up at her with those wide, innocent eyes, its tiny hand still moving rapidly beneath the blankets. Emily's heart ached for the little creature, huddled there in the shadows, its small body shaking with some unspoken need. She reached out a hand, her fingers gently stroking Pippin's hair, trying to offer some comfort. But as she did, she noticed that Pippin's other hand had begun to move faster, its grip on the blankets tightening as if to anchor itself. Emily watched, her eyes searching for any sign of understanding in Pippin's face.
But as she sat there, trying to offer comfort, she noticed that Pippin's hand below the blankets had begun to move even faster, its grip on the sheets tightening with each rapid motion. The goblin's eyes, however, remained locked onto hers, its breathing growing more and more erratic.
Suddenly, Pippin's other hand, which had been clutching the stuffed animal, shot out from beneath the blankets and pointed directly at Emily's chest. She gasped, her heart skipping a beat as she realized what the little goblin was trying to show her.
"Pippin, what are you—?" she began, but before she could finish her sentence, she saw the look of desperation and longing on the goblin's face. It let out another high-pitched squeak, its tail flicking wildly as it continued to point at her chest.
Emily's heart raced as she realized what Pippin was trying to tell her. She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she began to unwrap the towel from around her body. Pippin's eyes widened, its breathing growing even more rapid as it watched her with a mix of awe and anticipation. She could hear the goblin's breath catching in its throat as she revealed her bare skin, her large, perfect tits coming into view. They shook gently with each movement, drawing the goblin's eyes like a moth to a flame.
Pippin's breath came in short, sharp gasps, its tiny chest heaving with anticipation.
Emily could feel the goblin's hunger, its need so raw and primal that it sent a shiver down her spine. She reached out, her hands trembling slightly as she cupped her breasts, offering them up for Pippin's inspection. The goblin let out a soft, hungry growl, its eyes never leaving her tits as it licked its lips with a tiny, forked tongue.
"Go on," Emily murmured, her voice thick with desire.
"You can touch them if you want."
Pippin let out another desperate squeak, its eyes never leaving Emily's tits. Slowly, tentatively, it reached out a small, green hand, its eyes gleaming with lust and wonder. It began to trace the curve of her breast, its touch feather-light and reverent. Emily's breath hitched as she felt the goblin's fingers on her skin, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
"That's it," she breathed, her hips arching slightly beneath Pippin's touch.
The goblin's hand was trembling, its fingers tracing the curve of her breast as if she were some sacred artifact. Emily's nipples hardened, her body responding to the goblin's tentative caress.
"You like that?" Pippin asked, its voice barely above a whisper. It looked up at Emily, its eyes wide with a mix of wonder and desire.
Emily nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," she murmured. "I like it when you touch me."
Pippin's eyes darkened with lust, its small body trembling with anticipation.
It leaned in closer, its forked tongue darting out to lick her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through Emily. She gasped, her back arching in response, her fingers tangling in the goblin's thin, wrinkled hair.
"Fuck, Pippin," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "That feels so fucking good."
Pippin let out a soft growl, its tiny hand gripping her breast as it began to suck and lick her nipple with increasing fervor. Emily's body was on fire, her pussy aching and throbbing with need.
She could feel the wetness between her thighs, her juices soaking the sheets beneath her. Pippin's mouth was a relentless, insistent force, its tongue and teeth working in tandem to drive Emily wild. The goblin's small, green hands roamed over her body, its touch both gentle and demanding, exploring every curve and contour with an intensity that left Emily gasping for breath.
As Pippin's hands moved lower, its fingers brushing against the hem of her towel, Emily felt a sudden, sharp tug. She was pulled off balance, her body falling into Pippin's waiting arms. She landed with a soft thud on the bed, her towel loosening and slipping off her body, revealing her naked form to the goblin's hungry gaze.
Pippin's eyes flicked down, taking in the sight of Emily's bare body, her large, perfect tits on full display. But it was not her tits that held the goblin's attention. Instead, its gaze was fixed on the dark triangle between her legs, the sight of her glistening pussy driving it wild with lust. Emily's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what Pippin was looking at.
She could see the goblin's cock, already rock hard and standing proudly from its groin, the sight of her naked body having driven it into a frenzy.
Pippin pointed at the bed, its eyes pleading with her as it let out a soft, desperate whimper. "Please," it begged, its voice barely above a whisper. "I need you, Emily. Please, let me be on top."
Emily hesitated, her heart torn between desire and a growing sense of unease. "Pippin, I don't know if— " she began, but the goblin cut her off with a mournful cry, its tiny body shaking with what seemed like genuine distress. "Please," it begged again, its eyes filled with a mix of longing and despair. "I promise, I won't hurt you. I just... I need to feel close to you, Emily. Please."
Emily's heart ached at the sight of the little goblin, its small body trembling with need and desperation.
She took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she straddled the tiny, ugly creature, her naked body hovering above its own. Pippin let out a soft sob of relief, its arms wrapping around Emily's waist as if clinging to a lifeline. "It's okay, Pippin," she whispered, her voice filled with compassion. "We're just going to feel each other. That's all." She felt the goblin relax slightly beneath her, its tiny cock pressing against her thigh, hot and eager. Emily's breath hitched as she felt its warmth, but she reminded herself of her promise. This was not about sex, but about connection, about understanding. She leaned down, her hair forming a curtain around their faces as she kissed Pippin gently on the lips. The goblin responded instantly, its mouth opening to hers, its tiny tongue darting out to meet her own.
Emily gasped at the strange sensation, her body tensing for a moment before she forced herself to relax. This wasn't about sex, she reminded herself. This was about understanding, about connecting with this strange little creature that had invaded her home and her life. She shifted her hips slightly, feeling Pippin's small, hard cock pressing against her thigh. She could feel the goblin's need, its desperation, but she knew that she couldn't give in to it. Not yet, at least. Not until she understood more about what was driving it.
"Just feel," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. She began to move against Pippin, her hips shifting gently, her body brushing against the goblin's. She could feel its heat, its hunger, its desperation. She let out a soft sigh, her body responding to the contact despite her best intentions.
The goblin's ugly cock nudged against her pussy, a sharp, unexpected sensation that sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Despite her discomfort at the sight of it, she couldn't deny the heat it ignited within her. She shifted her hips slightly, the goblin letting out a soft, needy whimper as she ground against it. Her big body shook on the goblin's tiny, ugly frame, the sensation of its hard cock pressing against her clit driving her wild. She couldn't believe how turned on she was, how much she wanted this strange, ugly creature inside her.
She looked down at Pippin, its eyes wide with a mix of wonder and desperation. It let out a soft, pleading sound, its small body trembling beneath her. "Please, Emily," it begged, its voice barely above a whisper.
But as she straddled the tiny, ugly creature, her naked body hovering above its own, she felt a surge of heat between her legs. She shifted her hips slightly, feeling the goblin's small, hard cock pressing against her thigh. Her big body shook on the goblin's tiny, ugly frame, the sensation driving her wild. Pippin let out a soft, needy whimper, its arms wrapping around her waist as if to hold her in place. "Emily, please," it begged, its voice thick with desire. "I need you so badly." Despite her initial hesitation, Emily found herself grinding against the goblin, the sensation of its hard cock pressing against her clit sending waves of pleasure through her body.
But as she felt the heat building between her legs, she realized with a sudden, stark clarity that this was wrong. This was not what she wanted, not what she had intended. She tried to lift herself off the goblin, intending to put an end to their strange, reckless encounter. But as she shifted her weight, her right foot slipped on the slick sheets, sending her tumbling backwards. Her hand shot out, grasping for something, anything, to steady herself, but there was nothing to hold onto. She cried out, her body twisting in mid-air as she fell, her right foot catching on the bed frame and sending her crashing down onto the goblin's ugly, throbbing cock.
"Fuck!" Emily moaned, the force of her fall pushing the goblin's cock deeply into her, filling her with a sensation that was both agonizing and ecstatic.
She collapsed onto the bed, her eyes wide with shock and pain, her body convulsing with the unexpected invasion. Pippin, beneath her, let out a soft, triumphant laugh, its thin, green lips curling into a cruel smile as it began to thrust upwards, its ugly cock plunging in and out of Emily's wet, agonized pussy. She cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her body arching and writhing as the goblin's cock dragged against her sensitive walls, sending waves of unwanted pleasure coursing through her. She tried to push herself away, to escape the unwanted intrusion, but her body, already slick with desire, betrayed her. Her hips moved of their own accord, meeting Pippin's thrusts, her body responding to the goblin's brutal fucking despite her mind's desperate protests.
She felt a wave of shame and disgust wash over her, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a surge of raw, primal lust. The goblin's cock was like a piston, slamming in and out of her pussy with relentless force, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through her body.
"Oh God, Pippin, stop, please," Emily begged, her voice thick with both desire and humiliation. "This is... this is wrong. You're hurting me."
Pippin let out a low, guttural laugh, its eyes gleaming with malice and triumph.
It grasped Emily's thick, soft ass cheeks in its tiny, green hands, using them for leverage as it began to thrust upwards with even more force, its ugly cock slamming into her with brutal, relentless energy. Emily screamed, her body jerking with each punishing thrust, her mind reeling with shock and pain.
"No, Pippin, stop!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with desperation. "You're hurting me! Please, you're hurting me!" She tried to claw at the goblin's arms, to pry its hands from her ass, but it was like trying to move a boulder. Pippin's grip was like a vice, its hands unyielding as it continued to use her body for its own twisted pleasure.
It flipped her over onto her hands and knees, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her as she cried out in protest. But the goblin was relentless, its cock still rock hard and ready, its eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent hunger. It mounted her from behind, its tiny, green hands gripping her wide, curvy hips as it began to thrust into her with brutal force, its ugly cock plunging in and out of her pussy with a wet, slapping sound. Emily's screams filled the room, her hands clawing at the sheets, her body convulsing with each punishing thrust.
Hours seemed to pass as Pippin fucked her in every position imaginable, its tiny, green body a blur of motion as it used Emily's lush, curvy form for its own twisted pleasure.
Despite Emily's screams and pleas for mercy, the goblin showed no sign of relenting, its ugly cock slamming into her with relentless force, its eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent hunger. It flipped her onto her back, her heavy breasts heaving as she gasped for breath, her body already aching and bruised from the goblin's brutal assault. But Pippin showed no sign of tiring, its tiny, green body wielding an energy that seemed almost supernatural. It pinned her arms above her head, its thin, wrinkled lips curling into a cruel smile as it began to thrust into her with even more force, its ugly cock plunging in and out of her pussy with punishing, relentless strokes.
Emily's big tits shook and heaved beneath her, each thrust sending them bouncing and quivering, as if trying to escape the goblin's brutal assault. Pippin's eyes were locked onto her chest, its smile widening as it watched her tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust. It grinned, its tiny, pointed teeth glinting in the dim light of the bedroom, its yellow, bulbous eyes gleaming with perverse delight. "Oh, Emily," it crooned, its voice thick with lust and malice. "Your tits are so big and bouncy. I love fucking you, Emily. You're such a good, little fucktoy." Emily's eyes were wide with shock and horror, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she looked up at the goblin, its ugly face contorted with a mix of lust and cruelty.
But as Pippin's cock continued to slam into her, her body began to react in a way that betrayed her mind's desperate protests. She felt a sudden, sharp sensation building within her, a heat that spread from her core and radiated outwards, consuming her entire body. Despite her initial attempts to fight it, she could feel her orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She tried to hold it back, to cling onto her last shred of dignity, but Pippin's relentless assault was too much. With a cry that was half-sob, half-scream, she came, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her, her mind spinning with a mix of ecstasy and shame.
Pippin, still gripping her hips with those tiny, unyielding hands, grunted and thrust deeper, his cock pulsing within her as he too reached his climax. But just as Emily's body began to relax, just as she thought it was finally over, Pippin showed no sign of releasing her. Instead, he held her down, his grip on her hips tightening to the point of pain, as he continued to thrust into her, his cock still rock hard and ready. "No, Pippin, please," Emily begged, her voice hoarse and pleading. "Please, it hurts. You've got to stop now." But Pippin just grinned, his eyes gleaming wickedly as he continued to use her body for his own twisted pleasure. "Not yet, my sweet," he whispered, his voice little more than a hiss.
Emily's eyes widened in shock as Pippin held her down, his grip unyielding as he continued to thrust into her, his cock still rock hard and ready. Despite her protests, he showed no sign of stopping, his body moving with an energy that seemed almost inhuman. Emily began, her voice filled with both horror and disbelief. But as she opened her mouth to scream, Pippin abruptly shifted his weight, his tiny, green hands clamping down on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed. She cried out in pain and shock, her eyes wide with disbelief as Pippin repositioned himself, his cock slipping out of her aching pussy with a wet, slurping sound. He grinned, a cruel and wicked smile that sent a shiver of fear down Emily's spine.
His tiny, green hands clutched her hips even tighter, his nails digging into her soft flesh as he thrust into her with increased urgency. Emily cried out, her body shaking with pain and exhaustion, but Pippin showed no sign of slowing down. His eyes were wild, his face contorted with a mix of lust and malice as he pounded into her, his cock swelling and hardening even more.
Suddenly, Pippin's body tensed, his movements becoming jerky and erratic. Emily felt a sudden, hot sensation as the goblin's cock began to pulse and throb within her, a sensation that was both agonizing and ecstatic. She moaned, her body responding despite her mind's desperate protests, her hands clawing at Pippin's back, pulling him in deeper, closer.
Pippin grins, his cock pulsing and throbbing within her, his body tensing as his orgasm approaches, his eyes gleaming with triumph and malice as he pumps more of his disgusting cum into her perfect body, filling her with shot after hot, sticky shot. Emily gasps, her hips moving reflexively against his, her body betraying her as it responds to the primal, animalistic act, her mind spinning with a whirlwind of shame, disgust, and unwanted pleasure. She can feel it, the thick, hot liquid coating her insides, the disgusting, foul smell of Pippin's essence filling her nose, her cheeks flushing with humiliation as she realizes that she has no choice but to accept it, to take it all, every last droplet.
Pippin pulls out of her, his tiny, ugly cock glistening with her juices and his own vile cum, his eyes meeting hers with a satisfied, cruel grin. Emily's body shudders, her hands flying to her pussy, trying to stem the flow of Pippin's disgusting seed as it leaks out of her, onto the bed, onto her thighs, onto the sheets.
With a final grunt, Pippin pulls away from her, his cock still rock hard, still glistening with her juices and his own cum. He walks away, his tiny, green body naked and unashamed, leaving Emily naked and shaking on the bed, her body covered in sweat, her tits heaving with each ragged breath.
She can't believe what just happened.
She can barely move, her body aching and sore, yet somehow also tingling with a residual warmth that makes her grit her teeth in disgust. She hears the front door open downstairs, and the sound of David's footsteps as he begins to climb to their bedroom. Panic surges through her. She quickly grabs the nearest towel and cleans herself off, trying to wipe away the evidence of Pippin's assault.
David pops his head into the bedroom, a smile on his face. "Hey, honey, I'm home," he says casually, not noticing Emily's disheveled state. He stops short, though, when he sees the look on her face. "What's wrong?" he asks, concern creasing his brow.
"Nothing," Emily says quickly, forcing a smile. "I just... I had a fall.
I'm fine," Emily insisted, her voice a bit too high-pitched. "I just need a moment to clean up," she added quickly, wrapping the towel around her body. David hesitated for a moment, his eyes scanning her face. He looked like he wanted to press the issue, to insist on knowing what was wrong. But just as quickly, he shook his head, his expression softening. "Okay, honey. I'll be downstairs if you need me," he said, before turning and leaving the room. Emily let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping as she leaned against the doorframe. She had dodged a bullet there.
But as she turned back to the bed, her heart sank. The sheets were a mess, damp with sweat and other, more shameful fluids. She could still smell Pippin's foul scent, could still feel the ache between her legs.
She quickly changed the sheets, her hands trembling as she tried to push the memory of what had happened out of her mind. By the time David called up to say that dinner was ready, Emily had managed to compose herself. As she descended the stairs, she could see Pippin sitting at the table, a small, ugly grin on its face as it spooned food into its mouth. David stood over the stove, humming a tune to himself as he put the final touches on their meal.
"There you are," David said, turning to smile at her as she entered the kitchen. "I thought Pippin could join us for dinner tonight. He's been looking a bit peckish lately."
Emily's heart skipped a beat, her eyes darting to Pippin, who winked at her from across the table. She forced a smile, trying to hide her discomfort.
"Sure, that sounds nice," she said, her voice tight and strained. She moved to the table, her eyes avoiding Pippin as she sat down. David set the plate in front of her, his brow furrowing slightly as he took in her tense posture. "Are you sure you're alright, honey? You seem a little... off." Emily's fingers tightened around her fork, her nails digging into the palms of her hands. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I'm fine, really. Just a long day, that's all." David looked at her for a moment longer, his expression softening with concern.
"Well, if you say so," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze before returning to the stove to dish up his own plate. Emily forced a smile, her stomach twisting at the thought of having to sit across from Pippin, pretending that nothing was wrong. She picked at her food, her appetite nonexistent as she tried to keep her eyes averted from the goblin. But Pippin made no effort to hide its malicious glee, its eyes gleaming with triumph as it watched Emily squirm. David, oblivious to the undercurrents, chatted cheerfully about his day, his eyes flicking between Emily and Pippin, a smile on his face.
Emily, however, kept her gaze firmly fixed on her plate, her fork moving food around without actually consuming any of it. She couldn’t bear to look at Pippin, her mind a whirlwind of shame and disgust. The goblin, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying its meal immensely, its small, green hands leaving smears of sauce on its chin as it shoveled food into its mouth.
Each time she felt Pippin's gaze on her, Emily's cheeks flushed with humiliation, her stomach churning with nausea. She couldn’t look at it, couldn’t face the triumphant smirk that she just knew would be plastered across its ugly face. Instead, she focused on her food, her eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at the goblin sitting across from her.
But out of the corner of her eye, she could see Pippin grinning at her, its eyes roaming over her body with a lecherous gaze that sent a shiver of revulsion down her spine. She clenched her fists beneath the table, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to keep her expression neutral. She couldn't let David see how much Pippin's presence was affecting her, couldn't let him know the truth about what had happened earlier. Pippin's grin widened, its eyes flicking back and forth between Emily and David, as if it was enjoying the game of cat and mouse it was playing with her. It leaned back in its chair, its tiny, green hands reaching for a piece of bread, its fingers brushing against Emily's knee under the table. She flinched, her eyes darting to Pippin, her heart hammering in her chest.
David, oblivious to the goblin's touch, chuckled and continued his story. Emily forced a smile, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she tried to subtly move away from Pippin's unwanted advance. The goblin just grinned, its eyes never leaving her, its fingers continuing to trace lazy patterns on her thigh.
Later in the evening, as David retreated to his study to catch up on work, Emily was left alone in the living room with Pippin. She busied herself with tidying up the remains of their dinner, her eyes continually flicking to the goblin, who had settled onto the couch, its feet propped up on the coffee table. It was watching her with an unblinking gaze, its small, green hands intertwined behind its head as it lounged comfortably.
Emily jumped, startled, as the doorbell rang, pulling her out of her thoughts. She quickly set down the last of the plates and hurried to answer the door, hoping that the distraction would give her a moment to collect herself.
"Nelly!" Emily exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight as she threw open the door. "It's been ages! Come in, come in." She stepped aside to let her friend into the house, her eyes scanning Nelly's curves with appreciation. Nelly was a fitness model, her tanned skin a testament to the hours she spent working out and perfecting her body. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she grinned at Emily. "About time you had me over, girl," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr.
Emily introduced her friend to Pippin, who was watching Nelly with unabashed interest, his eyes roaming over her body like a predator sizing up its next meal. Nelly, however, seemed oblivious to the goblin's lecherous gaze, her smile warm and genuine as she held out her hand to shake Pippin's.
"Nice to meet you, Pippin," she said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Emily's told me so much about you." Pippin's grin widened, his eyes never leaving Nelly as he took her hand in his own, his small, green fingers wrapping around hers with a confidence that belied his size.
Emily bit back a nervous laugh, her eyes darting between Nelly and Pippin. She had a feeling that this night was going to get interesting.
She led Nelly into the living room, where Pippin was still lounging on the couch, his eyes following Nelly's every move. Nelly, however, stopped short as she got her first good look at the goblin. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her gaze flicking over Pippin's wrinkled green skin, his hooked nose, and pointed ears. "Emily," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What... what is that?"
Emily's heart sank as she saw the horror and revulsion on Nelly's face. "Uh, yeah, about that," she said, her voice filled with a nervous laugh. "This is Pippin. He's just...
he's a guest of ours," Emily finished lamely, her eyes darting to Pippin, who was still grinning at Nelly. The goblin's eyes gleamed with a malicious amusement, its small, green hand stroking its chin as it appraised Nelly with an unabashed hunger. Nelly's eyes widened further, her gaze flicking from Pippin to Emily and back again, her expression a mix of horror and confusion.
"Emily, what the hell is going on here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a step back, her hand reaching out to grasp Emily's arm, her nails digging into her friend's flesh. "What is that thing?"
Emily flinched at the contact, her heart hammering in her chest as she looked from Nelly to Pippin and back again.
The goblin's grin widened, its eyes flicking down to Nelly's chest, lingering on the swell of her breasts, which were accentuated by her tight, low-cut workout top. Its gaze then slid lower, taking in the curve of her hips, the firm roundness of her ass encased in her form-fitting leggings. Pippin's tongue darted out, wetting its lips as it leered at Nelly, its eyes gleaming with a primal, predatory hunger.
Nelly's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as she felt the goblin's gaze on her. She took another step back, her hand tightening on Emily's arm, her nails biting into her flesh.
she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.
Emily flinched at the contact, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked from Nelly to Pippin and back again. She quickly ushered Nelly into the living room, away from the goblin's lecherous gaze. "I... I can explain," she stammered, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a plausible lie. "Pippin is just a... a friend. He was lost and needed help, so I took him in." Nelly's eyes widened further, her gaze flicking back and forth between Emily and the goblin, who was still watching them with malicious amusement. She shook her head, her voice filled with disbelief. "Emily, that thing is... it's a goblin.
You can't just have a goblin in your house, Emily," Nelly hissed, her voice a low growl of disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Emily's eyes darted to Pippin, who was still lounging on the couch, his eyes never leaving the women. A shiver of unease ran down Emily's spine as she watched the goblin's gaze flick over Nelly's body, lingering on her curves with a hungry, possessive intent.
"Look, it's complicated," Emily said, her voice low and hurried. "But I promise you, Pippin is harmless.
He's just... misunderstood," Emily insisted, her voice tinged with desperation as she guided Nelly towards the door. Nelly shook her head, her brows furrowed with concern. "Emily, I don't know what you're getting yourself into, but this doesn't feel right. Promise me you'll be careful." Emily forced a smile, her eyes avoiding Pippin's unblinking gaze. "I will, Nelly. I promise." Later that evening, as Emily watched Nelly's car pull away from the curb, she let out a sigh of relief. She had managed to convince her friend to leave, but not before Nelly had made her promise to be careful. Emily turned back towards the house, her shoulders slumping as she walked up the path to the front door.
She let out a sigh of relief, grateful that Nelly had finally left. She had been on pins and needles the entire time, terrified that the goblin would reveal itself and expose what was truly going on in their home.
As she stepped into the hallway, she felt a shiver run down her spine. There was a strange, unsettling energy in the air, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She quickly glanced around the room, her eyes scanning every corner, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary. She let out a shaky laugh, chiding herself for being so jumpy.
"It's just late night jitters," she murmured to herself, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She headed towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water and calm her nerves. As she stood at the sink, she noticed the time. It was well past midnight. She let out a soft yawn, her eyes feeling heavy with exhaustion. She would need to get to bed soon, if she wanted to be functional in the morning.