"Ricter! Come here!" shouted Vanessa. "Hurry!"

Ricter, the youngest member of this particular traveling group of King's Rangers, set down the shirt he had been sewing back together, and ran off in the direction of his new friend's voice. She'd better not yell at him if he didn't finish fixing her shirt, he thought, but if he disobeyed an order to hurry to action, she'd yell for sure. He left camp and ran off into the woods to find her.

"What's happening?" he asked, finding her without difficulty. She looked eager, so hopefully there wasn't any danger.

"Come on. Keenan found a friend."

"Yeah?" Ricter followed her, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings as always. They had to hike quite a ways into the woods, where Vanessa lead him to the sound of a strange, playful laughter.

Keenan was there, sitting beside a fallen tree. His elbow was resting on the tree, arm wrestling against some short, green girl's entire body, and putting up a decent fight.

"Nice try," He told the girl, who stood on the tree and bent her whole body backwards, pressing both her hands against his to try driving him back. She had been laughing and making little struggling noises, but she blinked a few times when she spotted the newcomers, and gave up the fight. She stepped down from the log and ducked mostly behind it, watching closely. Keenan wasn't bothered, he even cheered a little in celebration of his victory.

"I leave you alone for two minutes, and of course you're trying to arm wrestle someone," Vanessa taunted.

"Is that a goblin?!" Ricter exclaimed, bringing his hand to the hilt of his sword.

"Easy there, hotshot," Vanessa chastised.

"This is Gin!" Keenan introduced, patting the tree to invite the goblin to have a seat. "Ginny, this is our other guy, Ricter."

"Hello, Ricter," Ginny said, choosing to stay standing behind the fallen tree and watch him carefully.

Ricter shook his head quickly. "Sorry, guys, what the heck? They attack people, you know."

"Nah!" Keenan told him. "They're easy to get along with. They're nice, they're just not allowed in human cities."

"If they're easy to get along with, why aren't they allowed?" Ricter relaxed his grip on his sword, trusting his fellow Rangers even if it went against his common sense.

"It's a sex thing," Vanessa told him quietly, though the others probably overheard. She grabbed her crotch and gave a tiny thrust in demonstration. "They go wild if they see human bits."

"Oh..." Ricter stared down at the little woman, thoughts churning. Maybe they didn't attack people, but apparently the other half of rumors about goblins were true.

"We're peaceful," Gin said, raising her arms to show her innocence. "And we learn language good. I just heard you guys and wanted to know what you were doing."

"Yeah, so. Meet your first goblin, kid," Vanessa told him, pushing him forward.

"R-right," the young man said, and stepped around to the other side of the tree, to offer a hand. She accepted it, and shared a handshake with him, starting to smile. She was disarming enough, and his nerves calmed down quickly, especially when he spotted how revealing her outfit was.

She was a short thing, no more than waist level on him, with big wild ears and a bright smiling face that was certainly not human, even if it hadn't been green. Her clothes, if he could call them that, were practically a series of ribbons hanging down off wiry straps she wore. He couldn't tell if they were torn, or if the style was intentional, but nothing stopped him from seeing the bottom curve of her inhumanly plump breast, nor strips of her thigh or butt. Even her large, dark nipples peeked through now and then as she moved around, drawing his gaze in irresistably.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance," Ricter said simply.

"Ooh," she said, grinning suddenly at his gaze. "I think you like looking?"

Ricter was taken by surprise. He glanced over at his friends, who looked more amused than concerned. Gin laid his hand on her breast and squeezed his fingers.

"You can touch," she offered happily. "You humans don't get wild, right?"

Caught in as compromising a scene as he ever thought he would be in, he squeezed the front of her pillowy breast, almost as much out of polite obligation to her, as to sate his own curiosity. The goblin stood there presenting herself and looking amused, and Ricter's teammates sat back, practically relaxing as they waited to see what Ricter would do.

"Sorry," he said softly, releasing her despite his urges. He looked over at his team and apologized to them as well.

Vanessa shrugged. "Things are different out here. We're not really in human lands, and other stuff just has different rules about what's normal."

"Yeah, but we're human. That's just a bit awkward though."

"It's kind of hilarious," Keenan snickered. Gin seemed to agree.

"Dude, nothing phases me anymore," Vanessa told him. "What I'm saying is that hey, if you really feel the need to play with some titties, I guess now's your chance."

Ricter spent a few moments hesitating. Gin's wonderfully soft breasts were right there, swaying gently with her as she watched him playfully. The others didn't seem to have a real problem with the situation. At worst, he'd have trouble looking them in the eye tomorrow, but as opportunities go, this was a new one he didn't to let slip away. He nodded a little at the excitable goblin, and started unbuckling his pants.

"Oh, no... don't do that," Vanessa ordered in a low voice.

"No," Keenan said lazily. "Why, Ricter? Don't say we didn't warn you, bud."

"Look, if you don't want to watch, I'll see you later," Ricter insisted at Vanessa. He dropped his pants and underwear to the ground, making the goblin's eyes widen and jaw drop in amazement.

"No, I am absolutely watching this," she informed him, a tone of laughter infecting her voice.

"Cool, see if I care."

The goblin darted forward mouth-first, hands landing at his side, and tongue lolling out to taste him. She made a squeal of delight, making sloppy contact with his already half-firm dick. Barely able to control her breathing in her excitement, she pushed herself forward as if her face being smushed against it wasn't already bringing her close enough to it, and Ricter had to step backwards and brace his back against a big tree.

Gin got both of her hands onto his balls, giving loving but careless squeezes all over, exploring him even if it made him twitch in surprise. She tasted him more, quickly getting eager and using her teeth to chew playfully up and down all over his shaft.

"Ah!" Ricter said, "Oh gods, girl. Take it easy down there."

She didn't hear him. Despite the assault, she got his dick fully erect, which was everything she wanted. Feeling that this was as much cock as she could get from him, she bit down for real this time, rabidly shearing a bite out of the side of his cock. He let out a shout and grabbed her head, but all the incredible feeling of getting bitten into, the glitched, burning sensation of her tongue pleasuring the spot she'd just took a chunk out of, it all just made him clutch her, not knowing if he wanted to pull her head away or pull it closer.

She kept squealing her satisfaction up to him, wiggling in his grasp, and licking and biting in a disorganized frenzy. Each time she bit down for real, getting a piece of him to chew down and swallow, he twitched and his legs grew weaker. She bit everything, surprising him with each attack. Half of his tip, a bite from the base, a bit of his sack, another here or there in no intelligible order, it all was happening faster than his thoughts could keep up with, and his knees buckled, barely squatting against the tree and presenting his meat to her.

She clutched what was left of him, hard. He would have cried out in agony if he weren't already drowned in all of the pleasure of being eaten, and instead he just pulled on her head, urging her close to him. She whined, exhausted at having so much temptation in her face and her mouth for so long, and finally dived in to take him, chomping him down centimeter by centimeter in a rapid flurry. He fell to the ground, blinded by pleasure. His arms fell to his sides, but the goblin didn't let him go. She chewed through the bounty of amazing meat she'd taken into her mouth and swallowed, eyeing the last prize. Crawling down to meet him at the ground, she slurped his balls completely into her mouth, and let out a muffled, victorious scream when she bit down and yanked her head away, nullifying him for good.

"Welp," Vanessa snickered.

"Yep," Keenan replied, flashing a smirk at her.

Gin laid on the ground, hugging Ricter's thigh, chewing slowly and staring longingly up at the empty patch between his legs. Ricter wasn't able to move for a minute, giving Gin a chance to lay on him and enjoy her snack. She reached a hand up and traced the empty flesh of his crotch in her fingers, leaving Ricter to shudder helplessly under her.

"You," Ricter finally said, panting. "You just-"

"Why'd you make me do that?" Gin asked him, sitting up to look into his eyes. "I mean, that was SO good, thank you, but I thought you were afraid to get attacked..."

Ricter stared down at her, and then between his legs. It took his brain a few seconds to catch up with her words, and his teammates' snickers weren't helping.

"Ah- Oops," he managed.

"Oops?"

"I didn't know it was gonna be like that."

"Sorry!" Gin said. She glanced down between his legs and decided she wasn't really all that repentant. "You tasted really good," she offered, leaning in for a kiss.

Ricter didn't have the heart to turn the kiss down, and after as damn good as feeding himself to her had felt, he didn't really have the heart to bear a grudge either. He kissed back, and squeezed her butt a little, since it was right there. If the taste on her tongue was any indication, he really had tasted amazing.

"I couldn't help it, really," she said after breaking it off. "It was too good. It was SO good. You can keep playing with these if it makes you feel better."

The young man let Gin drag his hands back to her breasts, and he squeezed them a little for the fun of it. He caught Keenan and Vanessa grinning at him.

"Shut up," he preempted.

"Three patrols in, and you already lost your weiner." Vanessa teased haughtily.

"Guess you're one of the recruits who signed up just for the adventure," Keenan laughed.

Gin burst into giggles, even while massaging Ricter's hands into her boobs. "Sorry," she whispered.

"Look, this never happened," Ricter told them.

"Yeah, right," Vanessa said. "You're probably going to be the fuckmeat for all the parties you travel with from now on."

"As if!"

"Oh, for sure. Your cock's gone, friend. We'll see how long before you're begging for it," Keenan pointed out.

"Yeah, fuck you. You know what? That felt so good it was worth it. You should try, right now."

Gin stared hungrily over at Keenan and Vanessa, eyeing them and imagining their assets.

"Nope," Keenan laughed. He stood up and started wandering back to camp.

"Tempting," Vanessa said, smirking and eyeing the scene before her before following Keenan. "Have fun with your second-base stuff, bitch boy."

Gin kissed him again and clutched him tight, whispering in his ear. "Thanks for the snack, cutie."