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From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem-Chapter 22: He’s awake!!
Chapter 22 - He's awake!!
A tiny bead of light green liquid slowly trickled from the tip of Raedon's fat, throbbing purple cockhead—like some divine nectar leaking from a forbidden fruit.
Alice blinked. Once. Twice.
'Wh-What the...? I-It's...green?'
Her brain short-circuited. That was not the color she expected from goblin cream.
Not that she expected anything—okay maybe she did. But not fucking limeade jizz.
The droplet oozed downward in slow motion, sliding off the bulbous head like a lewd teardrop and landing on her palm with a slick plop.
She didn't even move. Just let it mark her like she was some kind of sacred chalice.
And then—it hit her.
The smell.
Musky. Potent. Spicy. And weirdly... fruity?
Her nose twitched. Her eyelids fluttered. Her mouth went dry and her thighs went clench.She gulped.
'W-what the hell is this scent? Why does it smell like sin and candy?!'
Unable to help herself, she looked up at Raedon—still unconscious but twitching, as if dreaming about wild goblin orgies—and leaned in.
She had to get a closer sniff before he woke up and caught her red-nosed.
One whiff.
Boom. Brain gone.
Her eyes rolled halfway back as her tongue involuntarily poked out.
Then a second sniff.
Then a third.
By the fourth, she was practically face-hugging his cock like it was her personal oxygen mask.
'Th-this smell!! I want it. I need it. I...neeeeed this smell!'
She was drooling now. Literally salivating like a bitch in heat. Her body was tingling, her thoughts hijacked by one mission: Get. More. Of. That. Juice.
Her tongue extended—so, so close to the tip of that twitching green cream dispenser—but just as it was about to make contact, she froze.
'What the!? What the hell am I trying to do?! This isn't—this can't be—'
Alice froze, her nose practically booping the fat, glistening head of Raedon's otherworldly dick.
It was so close she could see the pulse. Thump. Thump. Like it had a heartbeat of its own.
Hell, it was practically whispering to her: "Go ahead, girl. Just a taste."
She gulped. Hard.
Her pussy Flooded. Overflowing. Screaming in its own wet Morse code:
"Lick. That. Shit. Now."
'N-No. No. This is wrong. So wrong...'
Her lips trembled. Her tongue snapped back like she was dodging a cursed relic. But her face was still right there. Inhaling musk like it was the last air on earth.
'I can't cheat on Alex...'
Her hands, traitorous bitches, continued pumping that meat tower. And now—now—the green lust nectar was leaking down like a cracked faucet in the middle of a heatwave.
'No! I will not let this thing win over me!'
She shook her head—firmly, decisively.
'Not to this biiiiig... thick... veiny... hot... musky—ohhh my god...'
Her pupils dilated like she just mainlined a shot of goblin crack. She was one snort away from riding this cock like a rollercoaster at the County Sin Fair.
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'No no no no no—bad Alice! Naughty girl!'
She clenched her thighs.
She clenched her jaw.
She clenched her sanity.
She closed her eyes, took a long, shaky breath of that sinful aroma and—fuck. Her brain didn't reboot. It just whispered:
"Maybe just one lick..."
'I—I will not let this win.'
She shook her head like a woman possessed.
Alice was fighting the battle of her life.
Not against monsters, not against bandits, but against the scent of a goblin dick dripping forbidden goo like it was brewed in hell's own sauna.
The musk was overwhelming—like roasted chestnuts, spiced rum, and raw desire had a threesome in her nose.
"I should... I should study this. Yeah... yeah! Goblin anatomy! I think Alex has a book on that in the library. I should just—ahhhhnn..."
Oh, sweet summer housewife. She'd never been touched like this. Hell, she'd never been touched properly at all.
And now she was pumping meat like it was dough and she was one puff away from being cream-filled.
Raedon's low groans hit her ears like dirty lullabies.
Her hand sped up like it was trying to win a race. Her eyes locked onto the tip like it was a portal to another dimension—and baby, she wanted in.
She didn't notice when her mouth opened again, or when her lactating tit started dripping, or when her thighs were so wet they sounded like someone walking through a marsh.
She was panting like she was about to run a marathon—or fuck a goblin.
"I'm not gonna do it," she lied to herself for the fiftieth time. "No matter how good the smell is..."
Her fingers were twitching. Her brain was melting. Her kitty was vibrating like it subscribed to GobHub Premium.
Her hand slipped. The thick shaft throbbed in her palm like it was daring her.
"That's a good girl..."
The words hit her like a slap and a kiss rolled into one. Her eyes shot open, heart pounding like a war drum.
Raedon was awake. Our protagonist was awake.