Home Beneath #2

Author's Note: Dun dun DUNNN...!

Character sheet, circa level 3
- Var'veha 

[story] [futa/futa] [small dick/impotence] [divine(?) castration] [foreplay] [light frotting]

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Reaching for one of the strips of lizard meat, you stuff that into your mouth as well, your eyes flickering past Maskki to the tunnels beyond. You can hear rummaging, questioning, boasting, and other excitement outside of the warren, but the tunnels themselves seem to be mostly empty now -- leaving you alone, for the most part, with the young neophyte. “How long you think they be gone?” you ask casually, reaching out to grab the clay flask from Maskki’s hands and taking another long swig from it, feeling the foul-tasting sporebrew drip its comforting warmth through your body.

“Lot to look through. Probably gone a feasttime or less,” the priestess answers, nibbling at the scavenged food she brought. For another race, a ‘feasttime’ would mean little to nothing, and without context it’d be gibberish. For a goblin, however, most things were measured by food -- units of weight, volume, and time were often closely linked with the act of eating, and the basic measurement of one feasttime would, to a human, mean a little less than half an hour. To you, of course, the statement makes perfect sense -- five or so hours would equate to a hungertime, the space it would take for a goblin to become ravenous again after a meal.

“Time for trouble, maybe,” you grin widely, cramming a few swamp-bugs into your mouth and crunching them down, satisfying your immediate hunger before settling down on all fours. Eyes narrowed in a playfully predatory expression, you crawl slowly forward, up onto the wobbly stone table until you’re face to face with Maskki, who blinks up at you.

“Chaar’k...?” she trills quietly in the tongue you two share, a goblin query that loosely translates to ‘do you mean to eat/rape me?’ Often a great failure in practice, as most creatures that might answer ‘yes’ would be unable to understand it. Maskki’s meaning now is more subtle, as you bring your face closer to hers... she isn’t afraid for her life, but curious if the trouble you mean will result in her immediate molestation.

From the lack of disdain or apprehension in her voice, you find your broad mouth widening farther into a grin. “Yes,” you purr, then tackle her from the tabletop down onto the threadbare blankets that serve as a warren-floor carpet, giggling as you pin her firmly against the ground. Leaning in, you extend your tongue and trail it very gently along the other girl’s cheek, pressing into her and feeling Maskki’s slim legs wind quickly around your hips, holding you against her.

“What you doing with clothes on, then?” the priestess-in-training chirps, leaning up into you to press her nearly-flat nose against yours, nuzzling tenderly to your face in an expression of lustful acceptance. You and Maskki have never ‘played’ like this before, but casual sex among your kind isn’t especially rare... and only barely more common than being made the playthings of bigger goblinoids.

Maskki has a good point, though, and you quickly sit up, still straddling the slimmer goblin as you tug your simply-dyed purple tunic of rags up over your head; full, firm breasts bouncing free for the admiring priestess. The other girl nibbles excitedly at her lower lip as she looks over the almost translucently pale skin of your body, glimmering like the moonlight you got your given name from. “So light, like the Whiteness,” Maskki whispers, grinning wide as she starts to tug her own loose robe over her head.

“Nothing so bright as the Big Bright,” you murmur in a brief serious moment, then grin again as you watch Maskki toss her robe aside -- with only a single garment to each of you, she’s now as naked as you are, showing off her soft olive skin and nearly flat breasts, though her nipples are thick and soft and suckable, tempting you to steal one with your lips. Leaning back down, you do so, locking your fanged mouth around one sensitive green nub and suckling it firmly.

“Ah-ah-ah! Eeeeeeh...!” Maskki moans out, her back arching immediately in excitement as you rake one small, sharp tooth along the stiffening bud at her small chest. Your pale, stubby goblin girlcock grows stiffer by the second as you feel the warmth of Maskki’s slender figure squirming like a lake-eel against your own, keeping her pinned to the floor as you tease her nipple with kisses, bites, and frenzied little licks. Shifting your hips forward, you prod your cock up and between the priestess’s legs, unsure what you’ll find until you feel the warm, soft bump of what feels like another dick... just not a stiff one.

“Mrm?” you blink, stealing another small lick at the swelling nip and scooting back, looking down. Like you, Maskki’s sporting a little green goblin dick -- just considerably smaller, and completely limp. “Thought you wanted trouble?”

“I do!” the priestess chirps, leaning up to meet you and pressing her nose back to yours. “Can still have fun. Lots trouble left to have,” she smiles, chomping lightly at your bottom lip and caressing one of your breasts with teasing fingers. “Bright Thing decides goblin priestesses have no young. Makes sure.” Her explanation is simple but straightforward -- still, if she thinks there’s more fun to have, perhaps she has an idea?

“What trouble you want, then?” you coo back, wrapping your arms around her slim waist as you sit in her lap, your stiff girldick squashed up against the slim, flaccid green worm of Maskki’s. “Not used to being top....”

“Don’t have to be,” Maskki grins, reaching between the two of you to massage her palm and thumb along the underside of your shaft, teasing it while she brings her other hand above the ground beside you. She inhales, seeming to concentrate for a moment, and you feel a shudder  in the clay beneath you -- then a popping sound, and another, and another, as long tendrils of pale red flesh begin to burst from the warren floor. Each is conspicuously tipped with a rounded, throbbing head, and you hear more popping sounds coming from behind and around you. “See, Var? Lots trouble left.”

You swallow and bite your lip, glancing from the tentacles springing up around you, back to Maskki’s pretty orange eyes. It seems she’s used her divine magic to create a substitute for her shortcomings... but how do you plan to utilize those substitutes?