Everyone ate and drank, shouted and ughed, and in general had a good time well into the night. At least what passed for night in Apollyon. As tankards were drained, refilled, and drained again, the alcohol slowly took hold of everyone but Fenrir. At first he reasoned it as having so much more mass than the goblins, but after consuming almost an entire cask by himself without so much as a buzz he was forced to discard that theory. It puzzled him slightly until he remembered a specific ability of his, namely, Status Effects.

  Apparently, intoxication was considered a hazardous effect, which, considering some of the boneheaded decisions he had seen made by drunk people, he couldn't really argue with. Still, he couldn't help wishing there was a way to disable it. He was fine with staying sober for the present since he was in a strange nd with strange people, but he had never really been able to experience what it was like to get drunk, and now it seemed he never would.

  It did have its upsides though, his ability to hold his liquor noticed and admired by those around him, which garnered him even more respect. The chief also seemed to have a fairly high tolerance for alcohol, but as the night went on, even he became noticeably louder and more boisterous.

  As five chimes approached, or what Fenrir calcuted to be a little after midnight, he began to notice the hall slowly emptying, pairs of goblins or sometimes groups of three to six leaving together. Some came back after a time, others didn't. A single whiff of one who had returned confirmed his suspicions; most of those slipping out of the party were doing so to have a little fun with each other.

  Fenrir eyed Elmeria. In his succubi's company he had become accustomed to frequent release, but he doubted she would be ready for any such intimacy with him anytime soon. Of course, he could just rape her. She was pretty much guaranteed to enjoy it whether she was willing or not, and the action would speed along her subjugation... but no. There was a certain sweetness to coaxing out willing submission, and besides, it wasn't as though he didn't have other options. Other extremely delectable options. He turned his attention to Mitzi, who had waited on him attentively throughout the duration of the feast. Noticing his gaze, she fidgeted slightly in pce, a hint of red appearing in her cheeks.

  "Would it be considered rude if I chose to retire to my room for the night now?" he asked her in a low voice.

  The young goblin shook her head. "Would be okay. Is only feast, you go when want."

  Nodding in acknowledgement, Fenrir stood. The chief noticed, and asked with a wide grin, "Tired already?"

  "Well, I did spend an indeterminate amount of time traversing the wastes before I discovered your city," Fenrir replied, matching his smile.

  "True enough," Shazrak admitted. "If you need anything, Mitzi will be gd to fetch it for you. Sleep well." And he turned his attention back to the celebration.

  With Elmeria and Mitzi in tow Fenrir made his way back through the hall towards the door, a task considerably more difficult than coming in had been. Someone had dragged in several primitive instruments at one point, and those who weren't eating or drinking were using any avaible open spaces to dance to the tribal-sounding music. Once they had successfully threaded their way through the crowd and exited the hall, they proceeded with much greater ease through the mostly deserted corridors towards the room set aside for Fenrir.

  He noticed Elmeria seemed relieved to be headed back to their room. Mitzi, on the other hand, looked a little nervous, her eyes flicking up to look at him every few moments and her hands pying with a bit of loose fabric from her loincloth. She wasn't given too much time to stew, however, as once they arrived back at Fenrir's room, he turned to her and asked, "I understand you are here to serve me in whatever capacity I may require. Am I correct?"

  She nodded.

  "That includes more carnal needs as well, does it not?"

  "You want Mitzi like that?" she barely managed to whisper, her eyes wide in disbelief, but mixed with it Fenrir thought he saw a tenuous sliver of hope.

  "Is it so hard to believe?" he asked.

  "But you so... strong and handsome. You could have any goblin, why choose Mitzi? Mitzi not pretty."

  "On the contrary, I think you're very pretty. In fact, I've yet to see any goblin I'd prefer over you."

  Mitzi blushed bright red, suddenly seeming unable to look him in the eyes. "Y-You just lying to make Mitzi feel better," she whispered.

  Fenrir took a knee to bring their faces closer to level and with a hand on her chin gently tilted her head back up. "I'm being entirely truthful with you. I'm not saying that the other females of your race aren't attractive to me, but it's clear to me that I differ somewhat from most goblins when it comes to what I find most attractive. Now, I'm feeling a bit pent up. Are you at all averse to helping me relieve my lusts?"

  She shook her head vigorously, the once tiny sliver of hope now growing to fill her countenance. Leaning forward, Fenrir captured her lips with his own in a slow, sensual kiss, stoking the fmes of passion gradually. Once he pulled away the st shreds of doubt were gone from Mitzi's eyes, repced by a growing lust.

  He was leaning back in for another kiss when they were interrupted by the clearing of a throat. "I'm still here," Elmeria pointed out acidly.

  "I haven't forgotten," Fenrir replied, turning his head to look at her. "If you wanted to join in, all you have to do is say so."

  Now it was Elmeria's turn to go bright red. "I didn't- Th-that's not what I meant!" she sputtered. "A-are you seriously going to -to have sex right in front of me?"

  Fenrir raised an eyebrow. "If you've got a problem with that, you can make yourself scarce for the next hour or so."

  "I- I will!" Tearing her eyes from the scene before her, Elmeria marched quickly to the door.

  "Be back by six chimes," Fenrir told her as she pulled the heavy wooden door open. She didn't acknowledge him, but he had little doubt she would obey. He turned his attention back to Mitzi, who was looking at him with wide eyes.

  "Your sve very disrespectful," she said.

  "Yes, but then she hasn't been a sve for very long. She'll come around. I don't want to use too heavy a hand with her if I don't have to as my pns for her will work better if I use a gentler touch. But enough about her, let's get back to what we were doing before we were interrupted."

  So saying, Fenrir cupped Mitzi's head and pulled her in for another kiss. This one was much heavier, their mouths opening after a few seconds to allow their tongues to duel. Mitzi moaned into Fenrir's mouth when he straightened, lifting her in his arms without breaking their lip-lock. He didn't take her far, only carrying her over to the bed before setting her down again, finally breaking the kiss as he gently pulled off her loincloth.

  She looked up at him with eyes awash in lust over cheeks like the setting sun. But despite her clear desire there was a certain shyness about her manner, as if she still couldn't believe this was really happening and Fenrir actually had chosen her over all others.

  Fenrir didn't give her much time to wonder. Another peck on the lips, and then he moved lower, trailing kisses over her jaw and down the side of her neck, making her shiver at the sensation. He paused at her breasts, making sure to vish them with attention, drawing little gasps and delighted excmations from her as he teased her pierced nipples with lips and tongue. Down her ft little stomach, pying with her navel piercing for a moment before he kissed down over her pubic mound, shaved bare. Here he skipped over her pussy, instead starting at her knees and kissing his way up the insides of her thighs.

  By this time the teasing, not to mention the aphrodisiacs in his saliva had Mitzi well worked up, writhing needily under his caresses and begging in broken sentences, though what exactly she was begging for Fenrir wasn't sure she herself knew. Figuring she had been teased enough, with one st nip to the inside of her thigh Fenrir turned his attention to her pussy, which he now saw was pierced as well by a small barbell through her clitoral hood.

  Unsurprisingly, she was very obviously aroused, her bia engorged and shining with lubrication. Fenrir took an experimental lick, sampling her fvor. Earthy with just a hint of sweetness, much like her scent, but not unpleasant. Eager for more, he dived back in, teasing up and down her bia before pushing between her lower lips to tease at her clitoral piercing and the little nub situated just beneath. Mitzi let out a strangled squeak and stiffened as the sensation pushed her over the edge. A flood of juices burst from her convulsing pussy, which Fenrir promptly pped up, in the process stimuting Mitzi still more.

  When she finally came down from the heights of pleasure, panting heavily, Fenrir moved up to give her a gentle kiss. She did her best to return it, taking no heed of her own juices which Fenrir was certain she could taste on his lips. "Why you do that?" she panted once he broke the kiss.

  "Do what? Eat you out?"

  She nodded.

  "Because it's fun," Fenrir grinned. "Also, you're very small, so I have a feeling we'll need all the lubrication we can get, if I can even fit at all."

  Mitzi's eyes went wide. "I not think of that," she admitted softly.

  "Not to worry. We'll figure something out," Fenrir said, moving forward for another kiss. "Now, I'm sure you're curious about me, so why don't you take some time to explore my body? There's no hurry, after all."

  "You not mind?"

  "Not at all. Explore me to your heart's content. If I have a problem with it at any point I'll let you know." Fenrir sat back on the bed, spreading his arms wide in a welcoming gesture.

  Shyly Mitzi ran her hands up his stomach, feeling the muscles half-concealed under his fur, giggling a little when Fenrir flexed and made them jump under her fingers. She had to go up on her knees to reach his wide shoulders, and when she pulled at his neck he obligingly leaned down to allow her to kiss him. Hesitantly she explored the inside of his mouth, shivering in excitement as her tongue danced over his sharp fangs. Meanwhile, her hands ran over his head, delicately stroking his ears before carrying on down the back of his neck.

  From his head she carried on down one of his arms, admiring the muscles which lurked just beneath the surface, down to his hands, where she compared the size of her hand to his. Her own tiny hand was utterly lost in Fenrir's huge palm, and she peeked up at him with an embarrassed little smile. He gave her a warm smile back, csping her hand in his for a moment. She lifted his hand to her breasts, and following her unspoken request, Fenrir easily cupped one boob in his palm, running his thumb over her nipple. Mitzi gave a little gasp and shivered at the sensation, causing Fenrir's cock to give an answering twitch.

  This drew her attention to it, and with a happy little sigh which told Fenrir as clearly as words that she had deliberately been saving the best for st, she reached out and almost reverently touched the (to her) absolutely massive sb of cockflesh, so thick that even with both hands she couldn't entirely wrap her fingers around it. The feeling of her hand on it made it twitch again, and a fat bead of precum welled from the tip and began to run down towards the base. Mitzi caught it on a finger and examined it curiously, then put it in her mouth to taste it. She hummed appreciatively, then returned her attention to his cock.

  Quickly Fenrir removed his belt and sash, tossing them to the side while Mitzi put both hands on his cock and began stroking him up and down. Under such treatment it didn't take long for more precum to make itself known, and this prompted Mitzi to shuffle forward and pce her mouth on the tip, suckling at it in an attempt to coax even more into her hungry maw.

  Fenrir groaned softly under the treatment, and Mitzi gnced up at him, appearing as adorable as ever even with a cock in her mouth. However, she seemed to decide to change her approach at the sound. Whereas before she had been exploring his body, seeking only to satisfy her own curiosity, now she began actively trying to bring Fenrir as much pleasure as possible. She watched his expression as she worked his shaft, discovering from the shifts in his expression what brought him the most pleasure and focusing on that. Her tiny hands had a lot of ground to cover what with her mouth being unable to take much more than the tip of his cock, but her eager attentiveness more than made up for it.

  Fenrir lifted a hand to her head, softly stroking her hair as she worked. "I'm close," he warned her.

  With a pleased smile in her eyes, she redoubled her efforts to bring him to climax. To his relief, Fenrir found that he could still control his semen output and also what child it would sire, though somewhat oddly, not whether it was sterile. Still, satisfied he would not accidentally drown his partner, he finally stopped holding back and allowed her to push him over the edge.

  With a grunt that was almost a growl he came, filling Mitzi's mouth almost instantly. She gamely gulped it down as quickly as she could, her hands jerking him off frantically in an effort to maximize his pleasure. When it became too much she withdrew, allowing him to paint her face and chest instead as she panted out little moans from the eroticism of the act. With one st pulse that pushed a heavy dollop of semen to roll down his shaft and over Mitzi's hands, Fenrir subsided, breathing deeply from the intensity of the ejacution.

  "So much," Mitzi murmured in delight, licking the semen off her hands and swallowing it with shivers of delight. With her tongue she cleaned off Fenrir's cock as well, leaving it shining with her saliva.

  "Ready for round two?" Fenrir asked as she sat back with a contented sigh.

  A gleam of excitement entered the small goblin's eyes, along with a touch of trepidation. "Mitzi ready, but... go slow? Is scary, kind of. So big."

  Fenrir gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll be gentle, I promise. At least until you get used to it."

  As he rolled atop her, Mitzi y back on the bed and spread her legs wide. Straightening, Fenrir pced his cock on her stomach. Even as his balls brushed her pussy, the tip of his shaft was poking at the underside of her boobs, making her catch her breath in a mixture of excitement and terror.

  "Goblins good at taking cock, but not that good," she breathed, almost to herself.

  Fenrir could not repress a smile, but he leaned down to give Mitzi a gentle kiss. "You're right, it doesn't look like you're going to be taking the full length of my cock anytime soon, but I'm sure we can have plenty of fun anyway. Let's just start with the tip, and we'll see how deep we can get."

  With a deep breath, Mitzi gave him a determined little nod, and Fenrir shifted to pce his cock at the entrance to her passage. Mitzi reached down to spread her pussy lips for him, and with a slow, gentle thrust Fenrir began to stretch her around him. While he did, he reached up to py with her breasts, to provide a distraction. But he quickly discovered he needn't have bothered. Even as her tiny hole stretched obscenely around his rod, it convulsed in a sudden intense orgasm. Then another, and another, and Mitzi could do nothing but throw her head back and let out a long keening wail as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

  Inexorably Fenrir pushed through the waves of tightness until he nudged up against a barrier deep inside the tiny body beneath him. There he paused and waited for Mitzi to recover some sembnce of awareness. It took her several minutes, but Fenrir had no chance to be bored, the constant milking of his shaft by her orgasms providing more than enough stimution to keep him occupied. Her expressions too were a sight to behold, somehow managing to blend heart-stopping adorability and utterly abandoned sexual depravity in an exquisite cocktail of eroticism.

  As soon as she could form intelligible words she gasped, "Why? Why- feel so- good?"

  "That's my question," Fenrir chuckled. "Considering how much I'm stretching you out, I'd expect you to feel at least a little discomfort, but it feels as though you haven't stopped coming since I put it in."

  "Feel like that to Mitzi too," Mitzi panted.

  "Do you want to find out what it feels like when I start moving?"

  Mitzi grabbed at his arm. "No, wait! Mitzi die if you do that! You break me!"

  "You say that, but you definitely tightened up around me at the thought."

  Mitzi made a face that might have been a pout if there hadn't been so much pleasure running rampant through her system. Smirking, Fenrir gave her a slow firm thrust, making her squeak and clutch at his arm again. "You -mean," she managed.

  "Maybe a little." He leaned forward and captured her lips in a teasing kiss, then nipping at her ear, he whispered, "Hold on."

  And with long easy strokes Fenrir began thrusting, thoroughly enjoying the glimpse he caught of an almost despairing look before it was buried under a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure. There was nothing Mitzi could do but hold on and try to ride out the storm, but her body instinctually deluged Fenrir with no small amount of pleasure as well. Her pussy was different than that of a succubus, tighter in a way that was almost uncomfortable, never having been meant to accommodate a cock anywhere near as rge as his, but the way her walls rippled around him was no less pleasurable than the way a succubus' pussy might. While he had been able to get considerably deeper than he had expected, there was also still a not inconsiderable portion of his cock left neglected in the open air. But at the same time, the obscenity of forcing a body so small to take a cock so rge made up for any slight shortcomings of the experience. And the absolutely mind-breaking pleasure she was experiencing was immensely satisfying to watch.

  With the sweet music of Mitzi's gasps and moans in his ears, Fenrir almost didn't hear the door untch and open by several inches, but hear it he did. Gncing at the door, he caught a glimpse of the distinctive caramel skin of Elmeria, and he had to restrain a smirk when she stopped dead as the sounds of their intercourse registered with her. He gave no sign that he knew she was there, curious as to what she would choose to do. For almost a full minute she lingered in the half-open doorway, then with a small gasp she pulled back abruptly, closing the door with an audible thunk.

  With no more sounds forthcoming from the direction of the door, Fenrir returned his full attention to the puddle of ecstasy beneath him. His peak was close now, the familiar tightness in his balls growing quickly. With a snarl of satisfaction, he buried himself as deeply as he could and pulsed, thick ropes of semen flooding her womb and when that became filled to capacity, being forced back down her canal to ooze out around his cock. But before the mess grew too rge he subsided, breathing hard and feeling fiercely satisfied.

  It took almost ten minutes for Mitzi to come down from her own heights of pleasure, during which Fenrir pulled out of her and ying back in the bed, snuggled her to his chest. Even when she was finally again coherent, she said little for a while, simply enjoying being held while the st aftershocks of her many orgasms slowly faded.

  "Mitzi probably pregnant now," she finally murmured.

  "Are you unhappy about that?" Fenrir asked in an equally quiet though much deeper rumble.

  "No. But Mitzi wonder what babies with you look like when born. Wolf, like you? Or goblin, like Mitzi?"

  "Goblin," Fenrir replied. "For your first children I expected you would prefer babies you're accustomed to."

  Mitzi peered up at him, wide-eyed. "How you know?"

  "I have my ways," Fenrir replied simply.

  She regarded him for a few seconds more, then seemed to give it up as not worth pursuing at the moment. Going back to snuggling against his warm furry chest was much more important. And it was in that position that they both gently dropped off to sleep.

  Fenrir awoke again when Elmeria reentered the room, tracking her movements with one zily cocked ear. Upon seeing the occupied bed, she dithered for a moment, then moved some of the unused furs to the floor and made herself a rude bed, where she was soon asleep as well.

  Sleepily Fenrir wondered what she had thought of their coitus when she had walked in on them earlier. She couldn't have been entirely repulsed, or she wouldn't have stuck around watching for so long, but... He yawned. It didn't really matter. He knew she was attracted to him on some level, and seeing him in action in the bedroom was unlikely to create any setbacks for his pns for her. With any luck it would even bring her around quicker. He yawned again and pulled Mitzi a little closer. No, he doubted he had anything to worry about on that score.

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