Chapter 9

The night air outside was heavy with smoke and spice, the hum of voices carrying from the far end of the street where a building glowed brighter than the others. A pair of goblin men standing by the door, bare-chested and grinning, each with a wolf girl leashed at their knees, one of them licking her master’s cock while the other had her ass spread wide, a thick green cock pounding into her.

The closer I walked, the clearer the sounds became. Music, strings plucked in quick rhythm, drums rolling low and steady. But the melody bled constantly into something wetter, louder. The pitch of multiple women’s voices crying out in pleasure. Moans. Pleas. Squeals. Cries. And always, the slap of flesh, the creak of beds, the rattle of chains, and the deep, guttural laughter of goblins. It all tangled into the rhythm like another instrument in the band.

As I approached, the two guards looked at me with a smile.

“Welcome to the sex house, stranger,” the goblin on the left said, his hand stroking the white wolf girl’s hair as she sucked his cock.

“Come in, enjoy yourself,” the one on the right grinned, his cock pistoning in and out of the black-furred wolf girl’s ass, the green shaft sliding easily, her tight little hole stretched. “There are plenty of real girls inside, but sometimes we just need to have a little fun with our pets.”

I smiled and walked past them, and the door creaked as I pushed it open.

Warmth poured over me, the firelight inside was dim but tinted red, lanterns were hooded with dyed cloth, so everything glowed in hues of pink and violet. Off to the left, a raised platform held a live band, goblins lounging on stools as they played. A trio of drummers beating slow, heavy rhythms that rolled like thunder, the deep bass echoing in my chest. A few string and pipe players wove through the beat in a winding melody, the kind of music meant to draw you into its sway. They were simply playing, grooving together, eyes half-closed, bodies rocking with the pulse. Every note filled the room with a pulse of pleasure, the notes dancing on the air like a spell, tugging and pulling, luring deeper into the building.

Straight ahead was a reception desk, where a young goblin hostess stood behind the counter.

She was nothing like the smug, clothed guards outside. She was naked. Her body was lithe and lean, her breasts were small and perky, tipped with darker nipples that sat tight against the cool air. Her stomach was flat, her navel a subtle dip above the perfect line of her bare, hairless mound. Her whole body was glowing as if she had been freshly oiled, the slick shimmer of her skin made her look ethereal, beautiful. Her eyes were a bright green, her dark hair hung down her back in a long ponytail, and her lips were painted red.

“Hello, stranger,” the goblin girl said, her lips curving into a sultry smile. “Are you looking for a good time? Have any requests?”

I leaned in, keeping my voice just as casual.

“I want Miel. And a taste of the Windy Inn.”

Her glowing green eyes widened faintly.

“Oooh,” she purred, her lips curling wider. “Two girls, then. Bold, human. Very bold. They’ll want to make you work for it.” Her gaze flicked down, roving over my body. Then back up, meeting my eyes. “we’ll prepare your room.”

She turned around and opened a curtain, leaning in slightly to speak with someone on the other side. The way she stood let her thighs part slightly, showing off the smooth, glistening slit between her legs. She spoke in a low, teasing voice, and the person on the other side giggled, before she closed the curtain and turned back to me.

“It’ll take a little time. You may take a seat to wait, if you like.” She motioned toward a couch in the corner. “And we don’t let guests sit thirsty. I’ll bring you a tea. Something warm. Something to settle your body.”

I nodded, and she disappeared for a moment, her ass swaying like music itself as she crossed the back room. I took a seat, watching as the band kept playing, the rhythm of the music sinking deep. When she returned, she carried a cup of steaming liquid, fragrant with herbs, faintly bitter under the steam. She set it before me, her green eyes never leaving my face.

“Drink,” she said, her voice smooth. “And ... if you like ... I can keep you comfortable while you wait. Allow my mouth to warm your cock and get you ready for tonight, perhaps?”

“You’d warm it for me?” I asked softly.

“With pleasure.” She grinned, baring a line of small, sharp teeth.

I drank the tea hot, letting it fill my mouth, letting the herbs wash over my tongue and slide down my throat. The hostess sat between my spread legs, her nose pressed to my stomach, my cock warming up and becoming harder in her mouth. She moaned around my length, her hands on my thighs, her eyes staring up at me to make sure I was enjoying her service. She remained unmoving, her body still, letting the heat of her mouth do the work, her tongue pressed to the underside of my shaft.

When I finished the tea, she pulled back and smiled, my cock hard and warm from her mouth. She rose, her breasts swaying gently, and took the cup. She went back behind the curtain, returning again, but with a key dangling from her finger.

“Your room is ready. Upstairs, third floor,” she purred, dropping the key into my hand. “End of the hall. They’re waiting. Both of them.”

Her tail of hair brushed her back as she turned away, hips swaying, the faintest gleam between her thighs catching the red lanternlight.

“Wait,” I said, rising. “One more thing.”

“Hmm?” She stopped, looking over her shoulder.

“Can I have you too?” I asked, walking up behind her.

“Mmm,” her smile turned coy, her green eyes sparkling. “You got lucky the other two are willing to serve you for free, but I expect to be paid. What are you willing to give me, Human?”

“I ... I have no coin,” I said, and she giggled.

“Tell you what, Human,” she said, turning to face me. “If you see me in a week, I’ll let you have a go for free.”

She took a step closer, her hands reaching out to stroke the sides of my face.

“But,” she purred, her eyes gleaming. “Tonight your cock already has two very pretty, very willing girls waiting for you. You’d better not keep them waiting, Human.”

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against my chest, and kissed me, her lips soft and warm, tasting faintly of tea. Her tongue ran across my lips, teasing, and then she pulled away.

“Enjoy yourself,” she whispered as her fingertips stroked the curve of my ear.

With that, she turned away, hips swaying as she made her way to the front desk, her fingers sliding across the countertop.

The staircase led me upwards, winding through a narrow hall, the floorboards creaking beneath me. The sounds of pleasure grew louder as I climbed, and by the time I reached the third floor, the walls themselves seemed to throb with it, a deep pulse in the air, as though the whole building breathed in the scent of sex and the heat of lust.

As the hostess promised, the hall ended with a single door. I pressed the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed the door open.

The room was bathed in low red light, the glow of hooded lanterns spilling across the bed. No windows at all, not letting anyone see what would happen inside. And there they were.

Miel lay stretched across the sheets, her green skin gleaming, the lines of her body catching every flicker of lanternlight. Naked without her brown dress, she was even more beautiful than she had been at the gate. Her breasts were small and high, her dark nipples stiff against the warm air, her stomach lean but soft enough to dip under my gaze, leading to the subtle mound between her thighs. Her legs were long for her size, lithe and toned, her feet flexing idly as she giggled. Her dark, glossy hair fanned out around her head, tumbling down her back and spreading across the bedsheets, her amber eyes shining.

Beside her lounged the innkeeper, the one who had taken me into her mouth earlier, the one who had given me information about the cat girls. Her body was just as stunning without the corset and blouse. Her skin was the same emerald green under the lanterns. Her breasts were perky and the same size as Miel’s, the curve of them rising gently from her chest, tipped with dark nipples that begged to be touched. Her waist dipped into a gentle arch, her hips round and smooth, her thighs slim enough that they didn’t touch as she lay on her side. The curve of her ass was perfect, her pussy smooth and bare and already glistening. Her golden eyes glowed with amusement, her berry-painted lips parting in a teasing grin as she looked towards Miel.

The two goblin girls were tangled together in laughter, their voices bright and musical. Miel’s hand rested lightly on the innkeeper’s thigh, her fingers idly tracing circles close to the innkeeper’s mound, while the innkeeper reached across to flick Miel’s perked nipple with a mischievous little twist. They giggled like girls sharing secrets, their naked bodies pressed just close enough that every shift of weight sent their breasts rubbing together, their nipples teasing one another.

They both turned their gazes towards me. Their laughter stilled, and their eyes sparkled, and the sight of two pairs of goblin ears twitching in perfect time was somehow more erotic than anything I’d seen.

“Finally,” Miel purred, propping herself up on one elbow. Her amber eyes gleamed, a smirk tugging her lips. “We were starting to wonder if you’d lost your nerve, human.”

The innkeeper giggled beside her, her voice soft and lilting, almost musical. She shifted onto her side, letting one leg drape lazily over Miel’s hip, the smooth curve of her bare thigh catching the lanternlight.

“Don’t tease him, Miel. He came just like he promised.” She turned her golden eyes to me, her grin widening. “You don’t even know my name yet, and you’ve already let me drink your cum. How rude of me not to tell you.” Her hair fell over her glowing shoulder as she leaned forward slightly, breasts brushing Miel’s arm. “I’m Yvara,” she said, lips curling into a sly smile. “Keeper of the Windy Inn. Pleasure to meet you properly, human.”

Miel snorted, giving Yvara’s thigh a playful slap.

“You hear that? She thinks she’s the prize.” She turned back to me, stretching out on her back. The movement pushed her breasts against Yvara, and they both giggled as their nipples brushed. “But I’m the one who offered myself first. At the gate. Before she even knew your cock twitched for goblins.”

Yvara laughed, resting her chin in her hand, her golden eyes glinting.

“Please, Miel. He let me suck him off within an hour of arriving. Who do you think he really wanted?”

“Who do I think?” Miel shot back, flicking Yvara’s nipple until she squeaked, both girls giggling. “I think our human’s just greedy enough to want us both. Free of charge.”

That made them both laugh harder, their bodies pressing together, their tits sliding against each other’s as they rolled slightly on the sheets. The sound was light, teasing, but edged with heat, their voices carrying the shimmer of girls who knew exactly what they were doing to me.

“Two goblins in one night,” Yvara said, as she reached down, brushing her fingers across Miel’s belly before dragging them up to her own breast. “How did you convince us, hm?”

“He didn’t have to.” Miel giggled, rolling her eyes. “He just walked in swinging that human cock around, and we both decided we wanted it. Only fair we share, isn’t it?”

They both looked at me, two sets of glowing eyes, one amber, one gold, two pairs of flushed cheeks, two bodies entwined on the bed, waiting for me to come closer.

“Well?” Yvara’s voice was a playful whisper, her fingers circling her nipple, tugging and teasing. “Are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to get between us?”