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The Small Pleasures	By : JohnDowe Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Story 3: Money/Worth
Writer’s Note: This story was inspired by the erotica/porn picture ‘Goblin Gal’ by the artist senseibushido on the website Hentaifoundry Dot Net. Something about the picture made me wonder if there was a story behind it, so I made one. For it’s sake, I went against my usual preferences and included some slang terms. Enjoy.
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Wikz Thimbleoil thought she had it made. Well, by ‘had it made’, she meant ‘had likely ensured her survival for the immediate future’, but for her, there wasn’t much difference between the two states.
Some might have said it was a short-sighted viewpoint. If she’d bothered to reply, she would have said said viewpoint had kept her alive when Kezan had exploded, when all the messes on that damn island had occurred, and when the Bilgewater Cartel had chosen a proper allegiance with the Horde rather than the neutrality of the other cartels. In truth, she kind of preferred the new status quo. On Kezan she’d had little in the way of true prospects, having been a scavenger and a thief almost from the day she could walk. Her parents had originally trained her as an insurance policy, but they hadn’t prepared themselves enough, and by the time her teens had rolled around Wikz was an orphan and on her own. Now, as an adult, and in this giant new world that had opened up to her…well, she was still a scavenger and a thief. But she had a bigger selection of targets.
Key word there was bigger; despite the allegiance, too many of the Horde still looked down on their new goblin companions (of course, some had been burned by goblins and their ways in the past, but that was hardly her problem). Wikz got revenge where she could, scamming and robbing those who underestimated her due to her size, her race, and her looks (she was damn cute for a goblin, more than a few had said, and she’d used that more than a few times). The world might have been threatened by a giant metal dragon (who’d sunk Kezan), but Wikz could care less. As long as she could keep her skin in one piece and gold in her pocket, well, the world could end tomorrow as long as she was set for today.
She was not so stupid to keep her actions confined to one place, though; she constantly roamed the Horde towns across Kalimdor, as well as the neutral cities like Ratchet and Booty Bay. It was in the latter that she’d come across her latest mark, and one that she was certain to score big off of.
He’d given his name as Giacomo, and if Wikz had known anything about farming, she would have said it looked like he’d just walked in off the field. His body was thickly muscled (which was probably good for carrying his metal armor and weapons around), and he had a rugged, square-jawed visage, shoulder length brown hair, and quiet blue eyes. Wikz had only obliquely noted his features, though, more concerned with what she could glean through his words and his actions. He’d walked into the Salty Sailor with a calm, confident step, which in Wikz’s world meant money and that he had it. When she’d sat down and tried talking with him, she took the fact that he hadn’t immediately tried to get rid of her as a good sign. Slowly, Wikz had gotten him talking, along with drinking. After who knows how many silver spent to loosen his tongue, she’d learned that he had indeed come into a sizable amount of gold. Something to do with winning something involving an arena, Wikz had vaguely heard, but she didn’t really care. She’d landed the catch, and she had to reel him in.
Which immediately hit a snag when Giacomo (quietly) proclaimed that he knew Booty Bay, and its dark side, and had buried the majority of the money in the jungle outside. That way, when he was ready to leave, it would be a quick matter to grab it and hop on a boat or gryphon out of there. Wikz had recovered, though, continuing to talk, flirt, and generally act like she had a connection with the human while getting him to drink more. When he’d started swaying, she’d gone in for the kill and volunteered to escort him to his room. Once inside, she could try and pick his brain some more, or, if necessary, bash him over the head with her blackjack and tear the room apart to see if he had anything hidden.
Part of her, however, was glad that no one paid any attention to her going with him to his room. She didn’t want anyone intruding, or saying stuff behind her back. That was one thing she’d hated about living in Kezan, really. She knew, as a goblin, and a rogue, that there was going to be gossip, backtalk, slander, and whatnot; it was part of the life. But on Kezan, it was almost always business (as cold and cruel as that business was). Out in the world, it could be personal, or worse, done for no real reason at all. Wikz didn’t really like killing, but she’d make exceptions for those types. She had her pride (it was one of the few things she owned), and she had no desire to let anyone talk about what a human going off with a goblin meant.
She needn’t have worried that night; no one saw them.
It was her last success, for the moment the door closed behind them, Giacomo staggered over to his bed, collapsed, and immediately began to snore. In seconds, Wikz found herself locked out of the loop; she hadn’t even gotten a chance to see if she could sweet-talk the money’s location out of him.
Much to her displeasure, turning the whole room over turned up nothing. No written notes, no maps, nothing to indicate where the money was. Wikz eventually found herself sitting and stewing on the floor, wondering if she’d tossed a bunch of coin into the ether. She’d been spot on in her assessment, she was sure of it! Giacomo had clearly been too inexperienced and naïve to know how she was working him! That meant stupid, didn’t it? That meant he SURELY had to have SOMETHING outside his brain to make him remember where he’d left the money, didn’t it? Yet, nothing…
…nothing.
He’d drunk a LOT of alcohol. She’d seen such a thing cause memory lapses before. There was a good chance he’d recall no specific details, if anything, of the previous night.
He’d been nice to her, and not just because she was buying drinks. She’d seen that increasingly-rarer spot of idiocy and pounced, even if it had been inadvertently foiled by Giacomo’s other, inexplicable intelligence of hiding his money and keeping the secret locked in his head. She could use that. All she needed was a pen, some paper, and to recall her legalese…
Wikz had the setup done before the sun rose, but Giacomo did not wake then. Much to her returned annoyance, Wikz found herself trapped in the man’s room; sure, she COULD leave, but he could wake up, and her chance could be lost. Waking him up could possibly interfere with her setup, leaving her with no choice but to sit and wait. Her lone indulgence was using the fire and nearby standing-barrel to heat some water and clean herself up (something she was sure she set a speed record in doing). With that done, her leather clothes back on, her silver rings in her ears, and her blue hair dried and brushed she’d resumed waiting.
When the sun went down, with Giacomo still on his bed, she began to wonder if she’d somehow made a drastic medical error and that the man was dead. As if in response, though, the human adventurer began to stir, finally rolling up and sitting on the edge of his bed, rubbing his eyes.
“ ‘Bout time you woke up!” Wikz said. Now or never.
“Huh? What?” Giacomo replied, rubbing his eyes before looking at the goblin, her arms crossed and her hand holding the papers. “Wikz?”
“Good MORNING, sleepyhead. Except it’s night!”
“Uh, yeah…I drank too much. Makes me…sleep.” Giacomo said. Wikz cocked her head, trying to assess and adapt what she needed to do. The man didn’t seem like he had a hangover; whether that was to her benefit or not, she couldn’t say. Pain would likely provoke negative reactions, though, so it was probably good.
“You sure know how to show a girl a good time! Is it going to be like this the rest of our lives?”
“I do reca-what? What did you say?” Giacomo said.
“You remember! Don’t act like you didn’t, I know a liar when I see one!” Wikz said, tossing the papers in the man’s lap. “We’re married!”
“…WHAT?!” Giacomo said, his voice filled with shock.
“You want me to go get the priest? How about the snickering trolls who thought your professions of eternal love and how you didn’t care about anything else were the best humor money couldn’t buy? Read it, Giacomo. This isn’t a girl who lets her heart get broken.”
“I agreed to…did I?” Giacomo said, looking at the papers in confusion. Between the tiny handwriting and the complicated words, Wikz expected him to flap his arms and fly before he could make heads or tails of the document. The only think she’d put in big writing was the notification of marriage line, which she’d herself signed and ‘faked’ a signature for Giacomo.
“…this is an X.” Giacomo said, looking at the sloppy letter where his signature would have been.
“That’s about all you could manage. I can still get that priest.” Wikz bluffed. “Last real thing you managed too. No ring, no carrying me over the foyer, nothing! You just went to sleep. I’m insulted.”
“…Wikz…I…” Giacomo said, paging helplessly through her forgery. “I don’t remember any of this.”
“I do. So let me translate the important part. As your wife, I’m entitled to half your earnings, and as a new bride I was due a dowry, which is added to as you didn’t consummate the marriage!” Wikz said, reciting her lies with clear conviction. This would be the hard part. She’d have to convince this idiot to give her his money without him getting suspicious, angry, or anything else that would…
“…we’re married.” Giacomo said.
“Yes!” Wikz said, putting her hands on her hips.
“And…I have to give you my money because of it.”
“Yes!”
“…okay.”
“Don’t you try and…what?” Wikz said, confusion entering her tone.
“…My pa always told me to do right by a lady. Any lady, no matter their station. I mean to follow those words.” Giacomo said, standing up. “I…don’t really know how I’m going to explain this to him, and the family…but no one said we had to go right back up there any time soon.”
“…You’re going to give me your money.” Wikz said, trying and failing to keep the stunned astonishment out of her voice.
“I’m supposed to, ain’t I?” Giacomo said, moving into the lavatory and washing his mouth out with fresh water before taking a drink. “Heck, I’m not exactly happy about it, but it’s my own damn fault. I took your drinks, I made promises under their hand, I barged in without considering what a clear mind about stuff like what your people do would be good…so I have to accept the consequences. Though I don’t think it’d be a good idea to go get it now. Stranglethorn Vale’s bad enough during the daytime; it’s near-suicide at night.”
Wikz opened her mouth, and found herself, for the first time in her life, at a loss for words. Giacomo was just…rolling over and accepting this?
That didn’t make sense. The stupid didn’t ACCEPT. They deluded themselves over their competence, and they got violent when their fantasy didn’t measure up to the reality. They didn’t just take people at their word who they met last night in regards to money being…
It was a trick. HAD to be. Well, she had more. It was her trade.
“Fine. Then you can tell me what you plan for our future!” Wikz said.
“Well…I assume settling down would be…unappealing.”
“No sher, shitlock.” Wikz said (and, not for the first time, wondered who this Sherlock was who’d gotten his name in an expression about stupidity).
“Well…we could travel. In a way…this is good. You can vouch for me in Horde areas…and I can vouch for you in Alliance areas. We may have to travel as allies, though, I don’t think either of our people would be all that…accepting of the truth…”
Giacomo’s words, in regards to said ‘truth’, hit Wikz all over again. Goblin society was weird about relationships, the facets of them always spinning on the eternal quest for gold. Since their arrival, Wikz knew there had been at least SOME goblin females who’d taken up with the men of other species; what this meant and how accepted it was varied from person to person. Wikz had been for it, as long as you screwed them before you got screwed…
Except Giacomo wasn’t trying to screw her.
But he HAD to be…
Except every skill in reading people Wikz had developed through hard years and experience was telling her the opposite, and had been since Giacomo had gotten up. The man was being sincere. He believed her, and believed in the false obligations that she’d tried t, and had, tricked him with. And…he accepted it. In that, he might have been the biggest idiot Wikz had ever met…
And the first man she’d ever met who’d spoken the truth to her face, and not used said truth as a weapon against it.
Wikz suddenly felt like she was leaning over an abyss. Things like this didn’t make any sense to her…but what was worse was the slight stirring in her heart. The looming truth that she…kind of liked this.
No. That was going too far. She’d seen goblins take risks for the wrong reasons and be annihilated for them…
But Giacomo wasn’t a goblin.
And…acting like a goblin, Wikz knew, was exhausting sometimes. It was a knowledge she kept buried deep, deep inside her, beneath a multitude of self-rationalizations. It was how her people were. It was who she was…and it was so tiring, always thinking that the next word would be a lie, the next touch holding a knife, the next day seeing everything that had thought to have been really just be smoke and mirrors. As a life, sometimes…it really just left something to be desired.
Part of Wikz wanted to curse herself for not completely and utterly murdering her emotions. Gallywix had done that, and look how successful he was…
But this thread, spiraling through her…she’d never felt that when she made money, or won the day. She only felt this…
Because she knew that if she wanted to try here, try to not be ‘a goblin’…for now, she was safe.
Well, that…or she was being fooled. But to completely fly so thoroughly under her radar would have meant that Giacomo would have had to be a liar without peer, a master manipulator on the level of Goblin boogeymen. And even if he WAS…what was the benefit for him? If he planned some cruelty, this seemed far too elaborate a route to take. And she had no use as a pawn, or a spy. She could not be used to parlay into a larger scheme. She was nothing…
…nothing…
…and he regarded her as something. Not because he was obligated to. Simply because that was how he was.
“Wikz?” Giacomo said. The goblin snapped back to reality, swallowing to ease her suddenly-dry throat. “You don’t agree?”
“Well, I…you’re probably…” Wikz said, before walking to the table and looking Giacomo in the eyes. “Giacomo, give me your word. You’ll honor your side and give me what I’m owed.”
“…Yes, Wikz. If that’s what you want, I give you my word.”
“Swear on your parent’s heads, lives, and future health.”
“I swear.” Giacomo said, his eyes darkening a bit. “…are goblins that bad?”
“What?”
“I knew they’re money-hungry and quite willing to cross any line to get it…it’s why I don’t blame you. But that just seems like such a sorry way to live. And you…well, you’re not so sorry. It’s why I’m not, really.”
“…yeah. We’re bad. To the bone.” Wikz said, pushing off the table. “…For better or for worse.”
“Like us, then.” Giacomo said, running one hand through his hair. “Wikz, I know…this is gonna be hard. But I hate quitting. Why not try?”
“…maybe…” Wikz said, before looking over her shoulder at Giacomo. “…you think I’m not so sorry?”
“…well, you’re definitely different. Probably take a little getting used to.” Giacomo said. “But I thought, even when we started talking, that you were pretty cute. Now…maybe not just cute. You’re quite beautiful, Wikz. In your own unique way…you’re beautiful.”
“…I think that was the first genuine compliment I ever got in my life.” Wikz said.
“Not surprising. Maybe I can make it for it.” Giacomo said. Wikz said nothing in return, instead walking over and sitting on the bed, swinging her legs.
“Do you want to keep making plans?” Giacomo asked.
“No…no, I’m good.” Wikz said.
“…should I make a map for where I buried our money?”
“…Uh…if you think you can remember it, no need.” Wikz said. What was this? She felt uncertain, shy even…and yet didn’t feel this was a bad state to be in. At least now…and with this man.
“…oh. Right.” Giacomo said, looking down at the papers. “I…didn’t exactly do well last night.”
“No. Yes! I…uh…” Wikz said.
“Well…uh…” Giacomo said. “I’d…like to try then.”
“…Well…” Wikz said, thinking it over.
“Yeah, it’s…hmmmm.” Giacomo said, before standing up and beginning to remove his armor. Setting it aside, he walked over to the bed, sitting next to Wikz as she looked up at him.
“…Um…well…this works the same way, right?” Giacomo said.
“What?”
“In consummation matters.”
Wikz, for the first time in forever, felt her face getting warm. He thought she was beautiful? He trusted her? He wasn’t using her?
…he cared?
“…I think…” Wikz said, briefly dipping her head. Giacomo’s touch brought her eyes back up to his.
“We can take it one step, okay?” Giacomo said, reaching a hand out and running it across Wikz’s blue hair. “One step…”
Giacomo’s mouth came to hers, Wikz feeling the rough, chapped lips, still tasting the faint traces of mead on them. But in them…she felt the final sincerity. He did not hesitate, save for her sake.
What had she ever done to deserve this?
…and why was she still questioning it?
“Wikz?” Giacomo said, breaking his kiss to speak. Wikz moved to recreate it, and after a moment she felt the man’s hand reach to her back and draw her in. The kiss became deeper, and she responded, feeling her heart begin to race.
“Touch my ears.” Wikz whispered. Giacomo brought his hands up and semi-cupped her head, lightly stroking the elongated pinna, the goblin feeling the blood rush to them and heat them burning-hot. She pawed at Giacomo’s chest, undoing the buttons and removing his shirt even as her hands explored his body…
Then Giacomo’s hands were under her shirt, loosening it and sliding it up around her head. His hands were rough, like his lips, but she didn’t care (though oddly, he trimmed his nails. Perhaps an armor thing), as he caressed her small breasts, the green skin flushing dark purple around her nipples as they responded to his touch. When he brought his head down and flicked his tongue against one, Wikz gasped, feeling heat shoot through her body and center between her legs. Male goblins, for the most part, were not big on foreplay.
“You taste good.” Giacomo said, going back and forth between her breasts, Wikz feeling further moisture bloom between her legs.
“Giacomo, oh…feels good…”
“Well…I WAS popular with the ladies in my town.”
“…me…my turn…” Wikz said, drawing Giacomo further up on the bed. He had removed his shoes at some point, and Wikz got his belt open and pants off herself. Or at least she did until she saw the giant thing that awaited her.
“Oh sweet profit…” Wikz said, mostly in semi-alarm. She’d expected a large size, if only due to the size differences between them, but Giacomo went beyond her expectations. He’d been blessed by whatever fertility gods there might have been, that was for sure.
“You don’t have to…”
“I’m gonna…!” Wikz said, before cupping the massive penis with her hands and bringing her mouth down over it. She felt it pulse beneath her tongue, the goblin teasing the head even as she ran her hands up and down its length.
“Mmmm…that feels good Wikz…” Giacomo said, the goblin gently twirling her head and her mouth around the cock’s tip, breaking off and running her tongue along its sides. The wetness between her legs had begun to soak her underwear, and she felt Giacomo running his hand over her pants. She pulled herself away from her tasting, sliding up even as she held his manhood firmly.
“I want you inside me.”
“Okay…” Giacomo said, glancing around. “Hmmmm…I have an idea…”
Scooping up a pillow with one hand, Giacomo gently lifted Wikz with the other and took her off the bed, as he strode naked across the room. Wikz blinked as he set her down on the table.
“Giacomo, what are you doing?”
“Until we get a little more used to each other, I think the bed’s a little too low. This table’s more…even.” Giacomo said, laying the pillow down beside her. “Just relax…”
The warrior took the goblin’s pants and peeled them down, taking her underwear with them and leaving her exposed before his eyes.
“Lovely…” Giacomo said, gently touching Wikz’s wet pussy.
“Oh yes…yes…!” Wikz whispered. “…Gio…”
“Don‘t worry…I’ll be careful…” Giacomo said, cupping Wikz’s rear and lowering her down onto the table. Leaning her back on the pillow, Giacomo spread her legs, taking a firm grip on the left one as he teased her sex. Despite her intense arousal, Wikz gulped. It was so big…
“Don’t worry…I know…how to be gentle…with a lady…” Giacomo said, and began to slowly push in. Wikz’s eyes went wide. It hurt, a bit, but she was no virgin, and she wasn’t so aroused for a reason…
Oh, LIGHT. It filled every bit of her, touching her all around. She felt it go deep into her, before Giacomo began to slowly draw out.
“Ohhhh Gio…” Wikz said, putting her own hand on the hand the warrior was gripping her by.
“Is it okay?”
“It’s perfect….OHHHHHHHHH…” Wikz gasped as Giacomo slid in again. He continued, slowly, for another minute, which, in truth, was thirty seconds longer than Wikz had expected him to last. Male goblins, in her experience, had already rolled over and gone to sleep by now.
Then he began speeding up, and the real joy began. Wikz’s hands flew down to the table, her nails digging into the wood as the sensation crashed through her. Her whole lower body felt electric, every part of her center being massaged, and it was building even higher…
“Oh sweet profit.” Wikz said, and came harder then she’d ever come in her life. Her back arched off the table, and she cried out and didn’t care if anyone heard. Settling back down, she panted as Giacomo removed himself from her.
“Kiss me.” Wikz said, and Giacomo did, deeply. Wikz slid her tongue out to meet his, and as she tasted him again, she realized the wetness in her legs was just her own.
“Gio? Was I…not good?” Wikz said. Later, she would kick herself for how simpering it sounded, but at the time, it had been a valid concern.
“You were lovely. I’m just…well, good like that.” Giacomo said, twirling a finger around one of Wikz’s nipples. “So…do you want further reimbursement of last night?”
“Yes please.” Wikz said. Giacomo proceeded to lift her up and turn her over, putting her knees on the pillow. Wikz bent over, offering herself, and gasped as the shaft slid into her again.
“Just…how…many…ahhhhh!” Wikz said, gripping the table’s edge as Giacomo sped up his motions, the whole-body electricity coming back. No longer any pain, just pure pleasure from the size and motion, Giacomo running his hands up and down her sides as he worked. With another small scream, Wikz found herself coming again, more liquid fire exploding through her.
“…Still?” Wikz said, looking over her shoulder.
“I’m enjoying myself, Wikz. In fact, this just means I get to enjoy myself more.” Giacomo said, scooping the goblin up and moving back to the bed. “I know women can be sensitive, I’ll give you a bit…”
“You know that?”
“Been around. Been slapped a few times, too. Didn’t like it much.” Giacomo said, leaning back on the bed. Wikz straddled him at his chest, leaning down to kiss him again. Giacomo responded, and after a brief period moved her down to his cock again, still rock-hard and ready to go. Wikz moved herself up and then slid down on it, closing her eyes at the bliss. How could she ever go back to a goblin after this? Why would she WANT to?
“You’re beautiful.” Giacomo said, and with her flushed skin and exhilarated panting, Wikz was hard pressed to dis-agree. Instead, she pressed herself down hard, rising up and down until the fire surged up…
“OH GIO…!” Wikz said. This time, her orgasm wasn’t as intense, but it was so long that she was left a near-quivering mass when it was done. Sliding off, she lay on the bed, trying to catch her breath and wondering if at some point she’d died and that the afterlife was a lot weirder than she’d expected.
“…Little more?” Giacomo whispered.
“…fuck me.” Wikz said, though she said this in realization that Giacomo still wasn’t satisfied.
“I am. Well, I think.”
“Just a bit…just give me a bit…” Wikz said, trying to assess if she could take any more. The answer, reached shortly, was a resounding YES.
“I think we’re okay now…” Giacomo said, lying Wikz onto her back and positioning himself on top of her. Leaning in, he kissed her deep, and then entered her, Wikz shivering in joy at the now-familiar sensation. So…absolute…
As their bodies interlocked, and Giacomo bore down on her, Wikz brought her hands up and wrapped them around Giacomo’s…
This was where the Goblin story always ended in tragedy. This was where the hands went to the throat. Where the hidden needle in the mouth was stabbed into the eye. Where the false tooth was opened and poison sprayed into the face. This was where the cost of exposing one’s heart was punished…
That was where the goblin stories tended to end. That was THEIR tragedy.
For Wikz, it was her fourth orgasm.
“Ahhhh…I’m…ahhhh…” Giacomo said, extracting himself. Wikz had felt him throbbing as he did, and she knew what it meant. Bringing herself up, she seized onto Giacomo’s manhood and began providing the last final strokes…
The realization of what she’d just invited into her face struck her just before Giacomo’s highly impressive self-control broke and his essence spewed forth.
Fortunately, Wikz still had her rogue reflexes, and all Giacomo did was make a mess of the pillow.
“…sorry, honey.” Wikz said, smiling at Giacomo’s semi-confusion. “But you’re gonna have to put a bigger ring on me before I let you put that stuff.”
“…seems fair?” Giacomo said. Wikz’s only response was a sweet smile.
Which she still wore twenty minutes later, when she tore up her fake contract, much to Giacomo’s surprise.
“What…?”
“Goblin marriages can be annulled within 48 hours if the initiator of the contract destroys it within that time.” Wikz said, tossing the scraps onto the ground before settling her still-naked form onto the bed.
“…but why?”
“Gio, marriage SUCKS. I’ve decided I’d rather be friends. With all the benefits. If you’ll have me.” Wikz said.
“…well…it MIGHT be more convenient…” Giacomo said. “…does this mean I still have to give you all my money?”
“Yes.”
“…somehow, not surprised.”
“Well…” Wikz said, turning around and sliding her cute butt across Giacomo’s legs before she settled into his lap, leaning against his chest. “I suppose I could be…encouraged to re-negotiate.”
“When do you want to start these re-negotiations?”
Wikz brought her hand down to the soft flesh, feeling it begin to stiffen beneath her touch. What the fel did they FEED farm boys over here?
“Now would be good.” Wikz said, pondering the future. She would have to make sure nothing about her changed in most situations. One night did not define a new life. But much like profit, there were new chances in this new world. Maybe not all of them had to involved money.
And besides, if Giacomo ever turned into the same kind of shits she had always associated with before, she’d know enough then to rob him blind and get away skipping.
For now, though, all she wanted to know was him, and the feeling of him inside her, as she rode and gasped and melted and, for the first time in her life, smiled.
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