From 'The Submissive Goblin' by Isadora Sartre

As she looked through her oils, Warren spoke to her. “What is your name, goblin?”

The diminutive, green-skinned woman analyzed her collection of glass bottles as she replied. “Yesugeintii. It means ‘wind that carries a dozen arrows.’”

Warren raised a brow as he lay there with his head to the side. “The name of a warrior.”

Yesugeintii laughed weakly. “It is a carryover from my grandmother. I was born into fetters and have never held the likes of a sword or dagger.”

“I see. You’re a slave owned by the Guild?”

The goblin woman finally turned to face him. She rubbed fresh oil on her hands, ensuring every inch of her palms and fingers was slick. The scent of lavender wafted through the small chamber. “Lady Crow purchased my freedom on my twenty-second winter. Since then, I have been employed by her. Whatever she needs, I do my best to give.” The goblin woman suddenly floated into the air, hovering just a few inches above the laid-out noble elf. “Shall we begin, my lord?”

Warren understood the offense he’d caused. He offered his best smile. “Yes, Yesugeintii, you may.”

The goblin woman began by pressing both hands down on Warren’s neck. From there, she worked on his shoulders. She put the weight down with each thrust for maximum effect. His arms against his body, Warren let go and took in the sensation and smell. 

She rubbed his wrists and took the time to snap each finger before moving on to his legs. Each stretch of the thigh and calf felt quite good, leaving the elf limber and springy in his limbs. Yesugeintii lifted his left foot into the air, catching him by surprise. She gave his ankle a rotation, popping it a couple of times. After pressing her hand over his sole, she finished the left leg by rasping her fist against his tired soles along the heel and right beneath the toes. When she finished with his right leg, the viscount felt he was much livelier than ever. His body had ascended to some form of freedom he couldn’t describe.

The goblin kicked off her flats and leaped higher, taking hold of the railing that hung from the chamber ceiling. While clutching onto the metal bars, she brought her bare feet onto Warren’s back. Though she was petite, he still felt her weight on his spine. It was suffocating at first. His breath caught in his chest, though he didn’t realize it had been audible. 

“Does it hurt, my lord?” 

Warren’s first instinct was to say yes. In acquiescence, he would gain normality. “No, proceed,” he managed.

With his permission, both her feet then stretched across the length of his back, pressing down with firmness but at the same time gliding over his skin thanks to the oil administered on her soles. Sliding along the rail, she brought her feet to his shoulders and then brought her toes to the nape of his neck. The stretching vertebrae seemed like they wanted to snap, but amazingly, they held. The noble was left a gasp at how each muscle and bone stretched to what felt like their limit. Each time her foot and accompanying weight left a spot on his body, the sensation of freshly stretched skin felt inexplicably delightful. Her soft soles went down the length of his back yet again until, finally, she brought both her feet atop his buttocks. One foot on his rump, the other at the base of his spine, she pressed down on the latter. A pop sounded off, relieving the stiffness that had cursed his back after days of riding atop his unicorn.

 At last, Yesugeintii put her legs to the side and sat on his back. 

“Was that to your liking, my lord?”

“Yes,” Warren answered feebly. He was unable to process what had just happened, but his whole body felt tender and loose. The stress of clandestine deals and national conflicts faded. He flipped onto his back as she rubbed her hands on his chest. 

“Your technique is really something,” Warren said as he gazed up at the goblin’s jewel-like eyes. He saw her cheeks flushed, some crimson spreading to her green ears.

“A family technique, my lord. Passed down from generation to generation so that goblin women could make sure their husbands were well serviced.”

Warren started when her fingers passed over his dark pubic hair and brushed his cock. This time, his member stiffened at her touch. Without thinking, he reached under her skirt and placed a hand on her plump rear end. It was soft yet firm, like a peach he wished for a taste of. After being graced by her touch, he realized how warm his hands were now. Squeezing firmly, a small smile appeared on her countenance. 

“Is there something I can do for you, Sir Dietrich?”

“Yes, I believe so.” 

The elf leaned up and kissed her collarbones and neck. The contact led to her pulling on his hair. Their lips met, and Warren was unable to resist biting her lower one. Pulling her tunic up, her petite breasts dropped into view. The areola was a darker shade of green than the rest of her body. Seeing her taut nipples, Warren suckled at her teats like a newborn.

Yesugeintii winced even as she blushed. “Softer, my lord. Softer, please.”

Warren realized he’d been grating his teeth on her tender nipple. Taking hold of her free breast, he loosened his grip. “Apologies, my dear.”

Warren used his tongue now, dragging it around her areola. He let his saliva build, some of it dripping down his chin in his ecstasy. Soft moans left the goblin’s lips as he suckled. As he did so, she rubbed her warming slit against his cock. The cloth between their nethers couldn’t hide how wet she was.

Warren felt his power ignite within his body, like a fire ablaze in his chest. He suddenly had the small goblin woman on her back in one swift motion. Her skirt fell back, exposing her white underwear. A growing stain was on her crotch. The elf took hold of her legs, entranced by her small feet and wiggling toes. They were the source of her power over him. It took every fiber of his being not to take them right then and there.

“May I please?”

Now, it was the goblin’s turn to be surprised. “Of course. Do as you will, my lord.”

Warren kissed her feet from the heels down the length of her soles. He slobbered like a dog, dragging his tongue through a glazed field of soft skin. The goblin woman, initially flabbergasted, bit her lip when he brought her feet together and ran his tongue between them. 

Yesugeintii dragged her feet along his chest and down his stomach, giving him chills. Then her feet wrapped around his cock. Warren shuddered upon contact. He stroked slowly at first. His breathing grew heavy as he picked up the pace, smacking his cock against her soles. The sensation of stroking his head against her ankles was nearly as good, but nothing compared to what she did next. The viscount was stunned when she spread her big toe and stroked his rod with the skin between her toes. It was akin to the grip of a hand but worlds apart at the same time. Stroking along the bottom of his cock, Warren felt tremors of pleasure running through him. His silver eyes were lit ablaze, stunning the small goblin woman. In his bestial state, he threw all else to the wind.

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