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The goblin stumbles through the field, panting as she looks over her shoulder. She has been running the whole night long from that horrible thing with claws and a maw that burst on out of-

She shakes her head, plopping down and leaning back against a tree. Sweat drips from her forehead and her clothing is stained in mud and blood from the remains of her gang. Her whole gang is gone, either scattered apart or ripped to shreds, leaving her here, alone, in this place she doesn't know.

"You seem like you have a story about you," comes a voice. It's smooth, tickling her ear with a musical tone. She screeches and pulls out her dagger, pointing it right at the thing in front of her.

The blade pokes at the boyish chin of the creature. Despite the wickedly jagged thing prodding his finely-trimmed goatee, he smiles at her with smooth lips and warm eyes. He presses his finger against the tip of the blade, not even worrying about pricking himself. The blade does not hurt him. "Now, now, if you're that on edge, it seems to me you really could use a friend right now."

The goblin lowers the dagger. Not all the way, but still enough to be cordial. What manner of creature is this? He has the upper body of a human lad in his prime. Yet, his ears were like that of a deer.

His lower body, however, is like the hindquarters of such an animal with tiny hooves, and a tail. Most surprisingly is the fact that he wears not a stitch, and his human half goes so far down his front that his exposed member is still mostly human.

The fey creature smiles at her and turns around, showing off his back to the bewildered goblin. "There, you can take a look at all of my body, if you wish. We of the fair folk have no need for shame. In fact, I find your stares to be quite the compliment." He looks over his shoulder, his eyes almost sparkling as he awaits her response.

The goblin shakes her head and points. "Monster!" she says. "Back that way!"

He frowns and holds out his hand. "My, my, that's no good. Here, come with me to my home. I can help keep you fed and cleaned while we hide out from the monster. I assure you, it will not find us where we're going."

Looking over her shoulder, the goblin scans the field once more for the creature that took the lives of all that she knew. Seeing nothing, she cannot help but feel a chill down her back. There is nowhere that is safe that she knows of, so, she takes his hand with her shorter, thicker own, and he claps his thin fingers around her, placing a hand upon hers. "Very good. Follow me."

The fey creature takes her back into the forest beyond, and soon, the trees become so thick, much thicker than the outskirts of the wooded lands should be. She looks back, only to see the tangle of trees growing on until infinity. She whimpers at this, but he assures her, speaking up. "Don't worry about that. This is a fey sanctuary. If you couldn't guess I am a fey myself. A faun, actually. That sort of thing seems to matter to the mortal folk. That, and names. What about you? Do you fancy names yourself?"

The goblin blinks, her attention turned back to him after all the bright sights around her. "Yes... Leckle."

"Leckle, eh. I suppose that suits you. As for me, you can call me 'Vence.' Not that it matters around these parts, as we all get along just fine without using names. Well, here we are. Welcome to my humble home. Ah, smell that? A nice stew is almost ready."

She sniffs the air, her stomach grumbling as the scent wafts to her nostrils.

"My, my, you must be hungry after a run. Here, let me help you." He walks through the brush and pushes it aside. It isn't so much a house as it is a dome within the thickets and brambles. Sitting in the middle is a little tea table with a small fireplace where the stew bubbles and boils.

Leckle finds herself upon the chair, without really thinking about when she walked over towards it. But Vence places a bowl in front of her as well as a cup of something she didn't see him pour. "Here you go," he says. "This should give you a nice pep in your step."

Leckle drinks from the mug, feeling the warm and sweet liquid ooze down her throat. She then goes to the stew, taking a spoonful of the foodstuff. She had never tasted something so fresh and so delightful. It's nothing like the old meat and stale bread her gang grabbed to survive.

Some time during her meal, Vence sits down next to her and produces a flute. From where, she is unsure, but the sounds that travel through it make her sigh and relax more than she ever thought her body capable of. She didn't even realize it until a minute or so after he picked her up that he was carrying her limp body away from the table and off towards the smell of sulfur.

That smell makes her jump in his grasp. Lots of explosions happen with that smell, and she tries to wriggle herself free with cries of dismay. But Vence laughs and turns around. "No worries, my friend. See? These are the hot springs by my home. It is perfectly safe for you to bathe in. Now, please, take off your clothes, and I'll wash them for you while you relax."

Leckle glances down over the water. The steaming baths did smell like that nasty stuff, but there's also a strange, lovely warmth to them. She lets go of the faun and tiptoes over, sticking a toe into the water. The warm liquid envelopes her skin, and she pulls back with a gasp.

"Is it too hot for you?" The Faun asks. "Perhaps I can draw you another-"

She doesn't say anything. Instead, she lifts her top over her head, letting her bouncy breasts spring free.

"Oh my," the fey chuckles, leaning down and picking up the shirt. "It appears as if you like it."

Soon, she bends over, wiggling out of her leggings. As her big green rump comes into view, she also gives her host a look at her goblin muff. His ears twitch at the sight of that mound with its lips perfectly puffed without imperfections. "My, my, you are just full of surprises, aren't you, miss?

Leckle steps out of her pants and into the water, not seeming to pay attention to his remark. Vence, meanwhile, places the clothing aside in a smaller pool. With a large stick, he pokes at them, swirling them around in the water. All the while, he hums a tune. Through his boyish lips comes the deeps sensual song with no words that Leckle knows, yet they entrance her as she soaks in the warm bath. Months and years of dirt and grime flake off of her body as she rests in the water. She even dives her head underneath. When she emerges with a gasp, she turns around, resting her elbows on the rocky wall beside the spring, her chest up against the wall and her cheek against her arms. Once more, she sighs, perfectly content with her life right now.

Her ear twitches as she lays there. She realizes that her host has stopped singing. She blinks and looks up, only to be face-to-face with the Faun, or rather, his length. While she was laying there, he slid himself right in front of her, spreading his legs and dipping his hooves into the water. She looks up, and he giggles as his eyes lock to hers. "Something the matter, my friend? You look like you've had quite the shock. Do you want me to move?"

She shakes her head and blushes a deeper green, lowering her head down into her arms.

"Now, now, my friend. No need to be bashful..." he shifts, sitting on his knees and leaning over her. He pokes at her shoulder and she looks up, only for his length to be right in front of her, the rest of his body looming over her with his arms behind her back. "There. Do you like what you see? I know I like what I see," he says, seeing her rump, though distorted, under the water.

Leckle stares at Vence's length for a bit, as if mesmerized. Perhaps she is, for why else would she uncross her arms and reach up, her smaller hand wrapping around his larger shaft. Why else would she lean in, her sharp-toothed maw opening and then lips wrapping around it.

"Oh... my," the faun says, his eyes fluttering as he rolls them back. "That's quite forward of you, Leckle... do you smoke cock often?"

The goblin grumbles and pushes the length into her mouth. The taste of the fairy's sex is quite savory and salty, and it makes her fall into a state of happiness she never thought she would have herself. Her tongue licks underneath the head as her hands move up and grab at his ankles, giving herself something to hold onto to stay close to him.

"Mmm, Leckle, that's some lovely tongue action you have, but please. What kind of host would I be if I made you service me?" He steps out of her grasp, breaking free from her. Her mouth slides from his cock with a sloppy plop. Precum oozes out from his tip, bridging between him and her lips. She stares up at him from the pool, the cum drooling down her chin. Grumbling, Leckle pushes herself up, her tongue lapping up the remainder of his man juice from her body.

Dripping from the water, the goblin shimmers in the few rays of sun that make their way down over her curvy body. She takes deep breaths as she stares up at him, her fists clenched. Her legs shake, and her lip quivers.

He smiles warmly to her. His manhood sticks up, ready and waiting for her. "Well, now, you seem fully invested. Shall I show you to my bed?"

He takes her by the hand, leaning in and kissing the back of it, before leading her away from the springs and from her clothes. As soon and suddenly as the transitions before, she now finds herself falling to her knees on top of the softest and fluffiest thing she ever felt. Behind her, hands wrap around her body, resting just above her navel. Against her back, the hot stiff sex presses, and Vence leans in, kissing just by her ear. As his fingers brush up against her skin, she hazily looks at her surroundings.

Just like the rest of his abode, the walls of the branches let light seep through. The room is small, quite small enough that the two of them would have trouble standing. It's a cozy little hiding hole with this soft pillowy bedding underneath. She reaches down, brushing over the surface.

"You like the moss bed?" He asks, whispering into her ear. "It is softer than any animal's fur, but the feeling is nothing compared to the touch of your skin..."

Leckle presses her head up against his chest, gasping as his fingers run over her plentiful breasts, his palms groping over her nipples.

"And now, my dear," Vence says, tilting his head as he whispers to her, "now, you pay me back for all my hospitality... the fairy price."