By the gods… I think she’s serious… she’s got no clothes on… I can see her arse… her actual arse… fuck… she’s bending over… why is she bending over. I can see her… gods… has she shaved it? Do rich women do that? It looks so… pink… oh gods… I can’t move… why can’t I move… I can’t speak… fuck… what are those flappy looking things? I’ve never seen a vagina up close before… fuck… stop it… stop looking at it… fucking move… I need to leave… I need to leave right now… fucking say something…

  Dwynfel: “Ah…. Umm….” [cough]

  She stood back up and threw the dressing gown down onto the long chair. Thank fuck… she was just picking up the dressing gown off the floor. For a second, I thought she was expecting me to enter her there and then. Fuck… she’s turned around… fuck… breasts… breasts… she’s sitting down next to me… they are getting closer… fuck… stop looking at them for fuck’s sake… breathe!

  Smutisha: “I hope you approve of this proposition, darling.”

  Dwynfel: “Umm… I… I… I…”

  Oh gods… she’s undoing my britches… fucking say something… fucking say something… what is wrong with you… fucking speak… use words… oh fuck… she’s got it out… fuck…. it’s in her hand… it’s in her hand… I think I’m hyperventilating… fuck… fuck… fuck…

  Smutisha: “Well, well, well. This part of you is certainly interested in my proposal.”

  Dwynfel: “P… P… Please… let go…”

  Smutisha: “Good point, darling. Wouldn’t want things to end before they’ve started, now would we?”

  She let go of it and started stroking my face.

  Dwynfel: “I… umm… I… I don’t see how this helps… you know… what you said before…”

  Smutisha: “It’s very simple really, darling. You said that we can’t negotiate with any of the nests that already exist. So, we create our own. It isn’t like you aren’t capable, you’re harder than the legs of my new chaise lounge.”

  Dwynfel: “Believe me… capability isn’t the issue here…”

  She took my hand and placed it on her breast. Fucking hell… I’ve never felt a breast before… it is warmer than I was expecting… also weightier… it’s so smooth and tender… the nipple feels hard though… like a little diamond… damn it… fucking focus…

  Smutisha: “Well, darling. If capability isn’t the issue, then why aren’t you inside me yet?”

  Dwynfel: [Coughing]

  Fuck… I can’t stop coughing. Fuck… I can’t do this… I can’t… can I? No… no… I can’t. But she wants me to… there’s nothing wrong with it if she wants me to. But what if she changes her mind… what if I can’t stop? She’s not going to change her mind… look at her… she lured me here… this was probably her intention all along. She wants it… she put her breast in my hand… that’s a pretty clear go ahead… I want to suck on it so badly… is that normal… I wonder if she’d let me nibble on it… of course she fucking would… look at the artwork she collects… she’s clearly into monsters in a sexual way… that’s what I am after all… a monster.

  That’s it… she wants a monster… that’s why she brought me here… no way she’s doing this for purely diplomatic reasons… I bet she wants it rough… she wants to be thrown down and taken by a monster. I bet she wants me to leave her covered in bites and claw marks. I could do that… I can be the monster she clearly wants… I can pin her down… sink my claws into her skin… bite her breasts… feel the flesh and blood between my fingers… in my teeth… I can do what I want with her… and she’ll thank me for it… I can lose myself… I can let the monster out.

  Love what you're reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.

  NO…. FUCKING NO! What the fuck is wrong with me? I need to get out of here. I need a fucking reason… I need to leave… I need to leave now.

  Dwynfel: “Kiyui!”

  Smutisha: “I’m sorry, darling?”

  Dwynfel: “I can’t… I’m… kind of seeing someone.”

  Smutisha: “Oh, your little cat friend. I’m sure he’ll understand, darling. You would be doing this to help civilise your species. It would be a completely selfless act. How could he blame you for that?”

  Fuck… she’s got an answer for everything… fuck… I need to just leave… I need to just get up and leave… and I need to put my fucking penis away… it’s just their… throbbing in the air between us… of course she knows I want to… of course she’s going to keep persisting… my own body is against me here. Oh fuck… she’s leaning in towards me.

  For fuck’s sake man, take your hand off her breast already… what is wrong with you… control yourself… for the love of fuck… oh gods… she’s whispering something.

  Smutisha: “It’s alright. I want this, darling. I want to feel you inside me. The heat from your throbbing manhood. I want you to fill me with everything you have.”

  I jumped out of the chair and made a break for the door.

  Dwynfel: “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

  I burst out of the door and ran down the corridor desperately trying to do up my britches as I ran. My mind was too much of a mess for me to even think about the route out of there. Only the gods know how many wrong turns I made but eventually I managed to find my way out of the front door.

  Kiyui: “Oh Gaia, Dwyn. What happened?”

  I took his hand and led him away down the path and off the property. I had to get away… I couldn’t stay there… I just couldn’t. Once we were a reasonable distance down the path I stopped to try and explain but I was absolutely breathless.

  It took me some time to catch my breath, but I eventually managed to get the words out.

  Dwynfel: “She wanted to have sex with me.”

  Kiyui: “What?”

  Dwynfel: “She wants to create a race of civilised goblins… claims it will help end the long-term conflict with goblins or some shit. She had her tits out… I saw her vagina… fuck… she grabbed my penis, Kiyui!”

  Kiyui: “Did you, do it?”

  Dwynfel: “Of course not… are you insane?”

  Kiyui: “Why would that be insane? You do like women, don’t you?”

  Dwynfel: “Yes… you know I do… and that’s the problem.”

  Kiyui: “Why is that a problem? If you find her attractive and she is up for it, then what’s the problem?”

  Shit… I’m crying… why do I always end up crying…

  Dwynfel: “You don’t understand!”

  Kiyui: “So explain it to me. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

  Dwynfel: “Because I’m a fucking monster! I looked at her and my mind went places… I wanted to do things to her… horrible things… I wanted to pin her down… I wanted to bite her… I wanted to cause her pain… and the idea fucking turned me on! I’m a goblin… we rape women… we attack them… we put them through horrendous pain! I’m no different… I’m just like the sick fuck that raped my mother… I can’t have kids… they’ll be just the same… they’ll have the same desires… the same instincts… they’ll be monsters like me… I’m a fucking goblin and you should get the fuck away from me!”