A long and weary road lay behind them. Up above, a cover of clouds heralded imminent rain, and the wind tore and tugged at the Paladin's cape as he waded, one foot in front of the other, along the dusty path. On his back, partly obscured by his cape, hung the radiant blade Dawnbringer in its sheath. Its massive platinum blade should have been too much for any man to wield, and yet the Paladin hefted it with ease. Bestowed upon him as it was by Talla, the goddess of justice, its magic was tethered to the man, just as the man was tethered to his God. Such was the way of things. None could wield the sword but he, and he knew that on the day that he might break his vows of honor and righteousness before the law, the sword would become unwieldy and blunt for him, as well.

Clad in shining plate and sturdy greaves, every footfall the man made seemed to reverberate through the open plains that surrounded him, but if anyone was there to hear it, they did not make themselves known. The Paladin had trod this path for hours now, and seen no other sign of life than what he brought with him; his faith in Talla, pure and bright, and the diminutive figure clutched beneath his right arm.

If the man was a beacon of brightest purity, his companion was the inverse; green of skin and fat of titty, she rode the arm of her companion with a perpetual grin that seemed undaunted by the bleak conditions of their travel. Her long ears, yellow eyes, black hair and pointy little teeth made it no secret that she was of goblin kin, but the clothes that she wore were far from the simple threads of a primitive monster; practical yet skimpy, with a bustier that held up the woman's generous knockers, and a pair of shorts that just barely managed to encompass her round, squeezable ass. Her feet were bare, although a pair of small shoes dangled from the Paladin's belt, and a series of simply metal studs and rings adorned her ears, in traditional goblin fashion.

The road took a bend. Glancing up at the sky, the Paladin reached his free hand up to adjust the sturdy helmed covering his face, and his eyes narrowed against the slowly setting sun. It was getting late, and shelter was needed. The rain would as soon wash them away as douse their campfire.

Not far from the bend in the road was a small copse of trees, and the Paladin made his way there, stumbling with heavy, clumsy footsteps through the uneven terrain while his companion just hung there, tits bouncing and teeth grinning with her own quiet mirth. And no sooner had the Paladin reached the trees than the rain began, first in scattered little drops, and then in force, until the sheet of water blanketed out the landscape and disguised the path back to the road with murky gray. Beneath the trees, however, it was dry as could be, and the Paladin sighed with relief as he put his companion down and leaned up against a tree.

They set up camp together, and soon had a roaring fire to keep them warm against the creeping evening chill. The goblin woman sat nearest the flames, and stared into them as the last of their meal - dried jerky and hardtack - crunched between her teeth. The Paladin had created a lean-to with his cape, and now sat back, helmet placed to the side and his armor stripped down to just the boots. Dawnbringer rested beside him, easily within reach. As Talla's champion, it was his lot to travel alone, without the company of man or elf to tempt his mind away from justice. Fortunately, Talla made no such requirements about other species of beings. And as the Paladin had soon learned, the goblin woman's fingers were very adept at removing the many straps and buckles that held his shining armor in place.

Night was falling, and soon the only light came from the flickering fire they had built together. The Paladin knew that sleep would soon take him, and he glanced out into the darkness, idly staring at nothing at all, before reaching out and wrapping his large hands around the goblin woman's midriff. The woman, who had been amusing herself by singeing the tip of a stick while warming the soles of her feet, gave a soft gasp, and then smirked as she felt herself being lifted into the air. Her fingers let go the stick, and instead reached down to her shorts. It was a practiced movement. Far from the first time this was happening to her.

The Paladin watched as the simple shorts slid down the woman's ass, and the need that he had felt stirring between his legs grew harder. He let the goblin steady her legs against his thighs, and shifted one hand down to his lap, where three little buttons held his erection at bay. They popped easily, and he felt the cool breeze of the night's air wash over his sensitive member before he gripped the goblin girl once more, shifted her ass over the tip of his cock, and pushed inside.

She was wet, just as she always was, and her tight, smooth lips wrapped perfectly around his manhood as he pushed her body down onto it. He hardly had to thrust his hips; he simply pushed her down, and felt the shortstack's body wrap around him like the most exquisite sheath in the world. When he pulled her back up, he heard the slick sound of her sopping cunt reluctantly releasing his shaft, and it made his body tremble with need. With a quick tug, he pulled her back down onto him. And again. And again.

The goblin woman's lips had been curled in a smirk, but as he began to fill her with his cock, she expression switched to that of panting pleasure and delight. His size was enough to distend her body and stretch her cunt to its limit, and almost instinctually her hands came up and began to grope and tweak the fat tit-flesh on her chest, pulling down the bustier and pinching her own nipples so hard that her tight sex clenched tight around him. The Paladin, grunting to himself, simply held onto the small woman and continued to hammer her down onto his cock, in a way that made the clap of her cheeks against his lap ring out across the quiet countryside around them.

Over and over, he slammed her down onto his length, and the man's breath rapidly grew shorter and tighter as his head rolled back, eyes closed, with every part of him just enjoying the sensation. He hardly noticed when she came, shuddering and whimpering, but he felt her tighten, as her creamy girlcum coated his length and pooled like white froth around his base. Her feet were curled, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her hands tugged and pinched mercilessly at her fat, plump nipples as he drove her headlong into another climax. He had not slowed, had not changed his pace or commented on her pleasure. Only her whimpered moans would have given any onlookers a clue that she was cumming her brains out while being manhandled like this.

Eventually, the Paladin's groans rose to a growl, and he pumped his little green pleasure-sleeve down onto his meat once, twice, three time before unleashing his seed into her. A half dozen long, hard pumps, and then he relaxed, exhaled, and pulled her off of him as easily as a farmer nudging a cat off the dinner table. The goblin woman found her feet as she was placed down, and glanced back at her companion as he proceeded to tug himself back into his trousers. With cum trickling down her inner thigh, she, too, recovered her discarded garment, and pulled them back on in time for him to retrieve blanket from his pack, fold it out, and drape it over the two of them.

"Goodnight," she whispered, as she snuggled into his embrace. With his arm wrapped around her chest, the Paladin pushed his face into her hair, nudged his lap against her ass, and rumbled a happy sigh.

"Goodnight."

A paladin, the most righteous and holy of warriors, wandering the land and smiting evil wherever he finds it. Wielding a blessed sword, a sturdy mail-- and carrying with him his personal goblin shortstack onahole waifu, who loves nothing more than tending to his nightly needs. Sounds fun, right? I certainly think so!

I blatantly stole this idea, but I honestly can't resist the idea of a shortstack being used as a portable masturbation sleeve. I mean, three available holes, plus a pair of fat titties? You know I need me some of that.

If you're wondering how we could play this out, I imagine there's a story to be told about how this arrangement came to pass. Who is the paladin, what is his name, and how did he realize that his Goddess' vows of chastity do not extend to that sweet, green goblin pussy? And who is she, this snarky, cock-hungry little shortstack? How did she fall in love with being the personal pleasure toy of a human? How did she seduce him? Or was it the other way around?

My kinks include shortstacks being manhandled; touching, groping, using her for masturbation purposes. Oral, anal, vagical, titfucking, covering her in cum, size differences, big hands on the guy, engaging dialogue, having fun with it, and having the quiet confidence that I want you to use my ass and pussy like a fleshlight.

My limits are blood, gore, toilet stuff, abuse of any kind, underage stuff, selfishness, being needlessly rough, and demeaning/humiliating dirty talk.

Do not Reddit Chat me. Please. You'll only be wasting my time along with your own.

I am also open to writing the goblin as a boy, if you're into the femboy goblin experience.