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My hands down, favorite arts I got from art fight 2025/ people I owe for this year!
This is my 10/10 most favorite thing I ever got ever. I look at this all the time. When I need a boost of inspiration I look at this. I love it and owe them an art. They don't have any links to credit them but its Darling the cat on artfight. I love love it!
This is a master work and I owe you an art too! Orbis_art has the most amazing stuff and comic!
You really get Lilie and I love it! @engelsschwert I want to draw a better art for you this year! Looking forwards to seeing you out there!!
The rest of the page stayed blank, ink pen drying up in the goblin's hand. Refreshing the pen, he begins to write again.
Whatever Hitch told you, it’s not true.
The letter is crumpled and tossed across the room. Placing a new piece of paper on the desk, the letter is started again.
My Mealworm,
I never wanted this to happen. It was never my intention for how-
Crumbs puts down the pen and lets out a tired sigh. He crumples the paper, compacting it as much as he possibly could, and tosses it to join the others. How long has it been now? Three - four years. Was it even worth the trouble? It would probably be more of a displeasure at this point to receive a letter from him. He pulled out another piece of paper from beside the cluttered desk.
Mealworm,
I’m sure you're well on your way to running the place. You’re probably more of a handful for Hitch than I ever was.
I want you to know that what happened was not my fault. I would have never intentionally-
The words scratched out and paper flipped over.
Mealworm,
I’m sure you're well on your way to running the place. You’re probably more of a handful for Hitch than I ever was.
I miss you dearly, I hope you can come to see that -
The letter tossed and another started.
Hitch,
I did what I had too. If you would have just listened to me-
Letter crumpled. New sheet of paper.
My Mealworm,
I know my actions resulted in terrible consequences for you and the rest of our clan. Hitch will teach you everything you need to know, he’ll be a better mentor than I've ever been.
My ideas were not well understood. I’ll show you all that what I've been studying has been worth it.
Sentences scratched out from the paper. A new sentence added.
You’re going to be a great leader to our-
The words blacked out.
You're going to be a great leader to the clan. Your judgment has always been true.
If you ever need me, I’ll be there.
Yours,
Crumbs
Crumbs looks at the letter one last time, then the pile of crumpled paper behind him. Carefully, he folded the paper neatly. From the looks of the envelope, you'd never guess how imperfect the content was.
He added a few red chunky bracelets to his arms, one of his nicer ponchos and headed out the door. The tower was ominously quiet as it usually was. You could hear mice scurry about on the lower floors. It probably has to do with the illusions of the furniture being weaker when Grimwald was away. It was really only him here, the mice and the few bits of furniture he lugged all the way up to his cozy room. He enjoyed the peace that living in the tower brought him. Endless time to study his true passion. Despite the chores, anything beats the battlefield, he knew he was always meant for more than that.
This afternoon, Crumbs thought to himself, he’d spend most of his time in the library, enjoying the light while it lasted. He had an evening of cauldron scrubbing and other minor chores. Might as well enjoy some of the day. At least before he had to drop off the letter. As he finally completed his dissent down the stairs, the paintings on the walls beside him flickered. The colours became richer, the shadows in the room darker. The usual flowery voice scratched at the back of his mind.
“My study”
Grimwald's study, a few floors above him. Crumbs looked longingly at the warming light perfectly placed on his favorite chair. Tapping his nails on the door frame, he resided himself to the journey up the stairs.
Grimwald fiddled with various notes on his desk, much like he always did. Without looking up he started.
“We are closer than ever to achieving greatness. If the great Elvin masters were still with us they would weep.-"
Crumbs smiled to himself, the usual start to the very long winded spiel that ultimately led to more tasks. He took his seat by the window. The curtains fully blacking out the light beyond them. It was nice hearing someone talk passionately about a shared interest. It felt lucky to find someone who is passionate, so talented, someone willing to teach him, to take a chance on him. Even if that's not how things started for them.
“We are on the precipice of completing the final design. Greatly due to our continued dedication and the dedication we must still uphold -”
Here we go. With a single finger, he pulled the curtain back slightly, making sure the only natural light entering the room was on him. It would be a shame if Grimwald turned to stone, no matter how funny it would be. The consequences of that less so.
“And that's why i’ll be sending you to our darling Meliora. It's imperative that I get this crucial ingredient. More pointedly, to make sure she holds up her end of our arrangement. I trust you completely with this task.”
“It’ll be a couple days from here on foot, give or take a couple more for anything I need to get on the way back. The client doesn't seem like the patient type."
‘Leave him to me. I am working on quite the deal for us. For something like this, its worth the wait”
. . . . . . . . .
A couple days later he was on the edge of Meliora’s forest. Only about six acres, it sat with an opposing weight on the skyline. A few feet in and the foliage completely engulfs the sky. Wasn't long after that before it starts to get…weird. A side effect from the type of magic being cast or a purposeful distortion? Hard to tell with Meliora. It was surprising that she reached out to Grimwald at all. He's been trying to get in contact with her for years just for her to insist on being a part of this. Despite the cost to herself. As much as he didn't want to be in a trapped filled forest, he did feel lucky to meet her. To be the last one to see her. A true master of magic.
Entering the forest, it was almost peaceful. Strangely quiet, much like the tower. It helped take off the weight of the letter in his bags. He could have sent it off in the town before here. He could have mailed it at the town before that. Maybe he'll do it on his way back. What's really the point? He doesn't even know where she is, if she'll ever get it. She won't want it.
Even if she did get it, they wouldn't understand what he was now. After all of that, all this time, this is what he's been doing. Hitch would most likely see nothing else but an errand boy, a far cry from what he used to be. Hitch never had any imagination, and he wasn't going to be running errands forever. He just needed a little more time. Just a little more time and it will all come together.
Distant clopping of hooves echoed. Crumbs quickly positioned himself deeper into the foliage. His green skin seamlessly camouflaged him. Another group of new recruits for the Longleg army, no bet. Every group he seen in the last few months was sadder than the last. They were losing this war. Enlisting whatever they had left.
The group passed him. A pitiful bunch. Some kind of washed up knight and a few bumpkins from the countryside. They must be truly hopeless if only being sent to battle now. Even though it was best not to be seen by them. He didn't want to be chased down and slaughtered as a little boost of morale. They wouldn't last long in these woods. They have no idea what they're in for. It was a shame, a pointless loss of life. Doubt they even knew whose woods they were in. Longlegs always treading where they don't belong.
One of them lagged behind the others. Golden Spurs. Strange. Suppose they won't need them much longer, might as well take them before someone else picks them off.
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Here is some idea vomit i've been working on today. I've been losing some motivation on this project lately and need to just needed to make an easy dumb fun thing. I will continue this story if I feel like. Or I will throw up some other word vomit. Following my love Lilie in a short side plot to the main comic. Super non cannon.
Also in my heart of heart I am a fan fiction girl but I want to keep that mentality out on my main comic. These garbage shorts will hopefully keep these un unescapable thoughts out of it.
A tiny fly buzzes around the room. Lilie swats at it uselessly. It continues to buzz around her, circling her head. Constantly circling.
She leans back in the musty cot, the smell of wet earth fills the room. The fly continues to circle above her. Periodically flying closer to her face. Buzzing.
She holds her breath and watches it. Closer still. So close. Landing on her forehead. Lilie takes a deep breath out of her nose. All six of its legs prickle her skin. The fly takes a few steps down her face. Breath in. Drawing down the ridge of her nose to her cheek. Breath out.
Washing calm fills her as she continues to focus on her breath, the cot holds her form better than expected. A clinging conferring hold, despite the dirt on the sheets. The dirt from all the travelers before her. The fly's little legs tickle her lips. Lilie firmly holds them closed preventing entry. Moving her arm into a better position, some of the dirt from the bed crumbles to the floor. More than she thought was on the bed. Did she track that in or was this an even shitty-er inn then she originally thought.
Breath in. The fly's wings tickle the tip of her nose. Breath out. The fly’s body shutter from the force of the breath. Calm. Lilies hand slowly reaches down towards her face. Slowly so slowly. Dirt rubs under her elbow. Who slept on this bed before her? A sleepiness plays at the edges of her thoughts. The cot holds her close. More dirt spills from the sides. The fly fingers at her closed lips. Hopelessly trying to push its legs into her mouth. Wanting in her. Always trying to get inside her mouth. An endless desperation.
Quickly she brushes her hand across her face in hopes to mangle the fly's grotesque little body. Like always, the fly avoids her grasp and begins to circle above her, but for a moment she felt its legs catch under her hand. Just for a moment.
Breathing in deeply, Lilie smiles as she watches it circle her. She hummes and rolls over to her side. This fucken place. It was a small dingy room. Two cots, simple but not as nearly as cheap as they should be. Luckily the room was in a constant sort of darkness, otherwise you see the holes cut out of all the fabric in the room. A half assed effort to hide the stains she thought. Why even try to hide it in a place like this.
Reaching over the side, she picks up some of the clods of dirt littering the floor from under her bed. She crushes it in her hand, rubbing it into her skin. Really dry stuff. Releasing her grip it crumbles back onto the floor. Without getting off the cot, she looks under the bed. A few more clumps of dirt, some dust, but nothing interesting. The fly joins her, lazily underneath till it lands on a little pile of dirt. Lilies fist comes down, mashing the clod. Little bit of rock scatter from the spot. Keeping her hand there for a moment. She excitedly lifted it, nothing but dirt. She flips her hand over, the fly sits atop it, alive as it always is.
“Prick”
The fly goes back to its circling pattern above her. Lilie sits up. Her heavy feet hit the ground, one thud after the other. She hoped the people below her hated that. Lilie rubs her lower back and yawns. Another dark gloomy day, just like the last one and the one before that. It's been nearly a week since the river flooded and they been trapped in this shit one horse town. Below her was the only tavern, outside a modest border post, a sorry excuse for the local gard barexs after that. A couple of small huts. Nothing too exciting.It was a half breed outpost in nymph country. Deeper into the wood the nymphs would have their much nicer settlement. Maybe along the river. But this outpost would do. Better for her and her traveling partners kinds this way.
Lilie could hear the rain pelt the roof above as she went down the stairs. Every step growwned. She briefly thought that she should try to be quieter, then she remembered she was trying to get out of that habit..At the bottom of the stairs the same musty smell as the rest of the inn. The tavern was nearly empty other than her travel companion, a goblin she's trapped with, and some money bags he was talking too. The goblin was great at cutting a deal. His smile was so effortless, so warm and friendly. If only they knew what he was. She hatted liars. She hated people who pretended to be something they weren't and that's all he ever did. You are what you are, there is nothing more to it than that. The fly buzzed as it landed on her shoulder.
“Lets go get our little drunkered”
Lilie strides over to the table of the two men. The goblin was in his gnome disguise, to others he looked like presumably, a gnome. Not that Lilie could see it. Since she first met him as a goblin he looks like a goblin to her. Lilie preferred it this way. She only ever heard stories about goblins before meeting him. Troublesome rats of creatures, dangerous war mongering, the frightening mercenaries of the dark fae. It's laffable looking at the goblin in front of her. Never had she met such a cowered, someone so kickable. They're so short, strange to think back to some of the stories she heard in her hamlet, of the few who came back from the front. This goblin was nothing like that. As well as being so much greener than she expected, so stupidly green.
The other man at the table seem to be a satyr. Not surprising to see one of them in a bar. Bartering over some trinkets. Some of the goblins useless charms. As Lilie neared the table the satyr looked up uncomfortably at her. She hated that. Lilie tried her best to put on a smile, it always felt so unnatural, she could never make it look real. The fly started to buzz around her.
“Goblin”
He turned to her smiley, the same fake smile of her own. She loves to see it.
“Goblin?” the satyr turned to the goblin concerned.
“Thats just her pet name for me. Why don't you come take a seat dear.” He pulled a seat out for her. Placing it strategically close to him and far from the guest at the table.
“Of course my darling. Who is your lovely friend?” Lilie twirled a bit of his hair on the back of his neck. He continued to ignore her but he couldn't stop his ear from twitching ever so slightly. Lilie wondered if the satyr saw.
“My sweetums, this is Guarin, he's one of the magistrate in Taraxacum. Guarin, this is my lovely wife, Eils” The goblin took Lllie's hands in his and kissed it. He looked pointedly at her. So this is how things were going to go was it? She took her hand back. Under the table she rubbed the dampness on the back of her hand onto his pants.
“Oh, I'm just a humble civil servant. It's lovely to meet you, your husband is an excellent charmesmen! To think of meeting some one of such talents in an outpost like this!”
“Never underestimate the power of a storm. Hopefully we will be able to reach the city before my darling wife goes into labor.”
Lilie tensed as the satyr eyed her in surprise. Breathing in, she focused on relaxing the muscles of her face. Keep up that smile. The fly circle closer to the table. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the goblin smug grin.
“You're expecting?" Guarin searched her with his eyes, trying to look without overstepping. This angle was ridiculous. Lilie might be a bit chubby but not remotely close to a pregnant woman about to pop.
“A beautiful boy!” The goblin placed a hand on Lilie's stomach. With everything inside her she resisted slapping him.
“Our third!” He rubbed his hand on her belly like she was a dog. Those claws he calls nails lightly tracing across her.
Lilie politely, naturally she felt, moved his hand off her and put her own hands onto her stomach and looked back at Guarin.
“Bjorn, Blorin and this will be little Blarin”
The goblin snickered under his breath as he drank his ale.
“Lucky man” Guarin comradely slapped the goblins arm. “Not to over step, I’m not too familiar with human kind but you seem so very slim for someone so close to labor?”
Lilie opened her mouth to speak but couldn't think of anything to say. She never could. She could feel her face flush a bit. The goblin snorted.
“My wife is a bit shy with compliments. Gnome babies are pretty small, even for a mix like ours. Now if I was caring it you'd see it”
He was good at talking his way out of things but even this was absurd. Maybe the satyr really didn't know anything about humans or gnomes. Lot of the higher fae were pretty ignorant to the lower fae let a lone humans. Maybe the satyr was drunker then he looked, they probably both are. This was a pretty dumb con.
The goblin put his hand back on Lilie’s stomach pulling her back to the conversation.
“My darling and I are really hoping we can make it in all this rain. We need to see a specialist for this kind of thing. Our carriage won't make it past the river”
“You should join me on my carriage, it will be a real treat!” Gurarin leaned in conspiratively. “I have some special arrangement with some of the water nymphs around here. You'd be surprised how far some good wine can take you.”
“You don't say.” The goblins hand drifted down Lilie's stomach. He lightly takes hold of the fatty ridge at the bottom of her stomach. squeezing lightly.
The fly seems to buzz louder above her. Deep breath in. Lilie reaches her arms around to the other side of the goblins head and tugged harshly on his ear. He takes hand back quickly.
“Maybe that's enough drinks for the evening. When will you be departing for the city? It’s awfully gracious for you to take us along.” She could feel the facade slipping. The smile fading back to her natural expression. She needed this over with.
“No worries my dear! They carriage will be leaving in a hour or so”
“I’ll just go freshen up now” Lilie got up abruptly. The fly following. If she could only get back to her dirt filled room. To be stuck with this guy for who knows how long. Smiling and nodding for hours. A deep dread filled her stomach. The fly buzzed closer to her ear. Lilie swatted at it uselessly.
“I hate being trapped!" Back in the dirty room, Lilie walked in aimless tight little circles. The fly follows all the same. Dirt clods crunching under foot. A damp earthy smell filled the dark dingy room. She laid back on the bed and tried to focus on her breathing. Always have to focus on her breathing. Never can she breathe on her own normally. She can never just be. Just breathe.
“The gods your always breathing so weird”
Lilie sits up. The goblin wanders into the room over to his neighboring cot. He lounges on it like he has always been there.
“You did great by the way. A magistrate carriages, boy, its going be a nice ride”
He reaches out with his foot and taps the side of her bed.
“If you can keep up being my lovely lady wife.”
“Pregnant really!”
“People like helping pregnant people.”
“I have a really small baby, that 's why I don't look pregnant!"
“He he he, the guy has only traveled between the fae city before us and the one we are going to. He doesn't know anything about longlegs.”
He continues to tap the bed with his legs playfully.
“You could say anything and he’d believe you”
Lilie rolled her eyes as she slapped his leg away from her bed.
“Ow, owwy ow”
“Shut up”
“Just don't be so violent in the cab”
“If you keep your hands to your self I wont have too”
“Ah-”
The goblin sat there for a moment with his mouth open before he could think of something to say.
“I was just in character. A loving husband. I’m sorry I went a little too far. I was just really in the moment” He gave a little shrug.
“You pulled my ear harshly enough I got the memo”
Lilie smiles, a tiny true smile.
“And I'll do it again”
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And that that for now. Maybe i'll come back to it, maybe i'll never will. Probably for the best.
how do you feel now that crumbs has gained such a following? do you ever struggle with living up to expectations, or is it easy to continue being true to yourself and your creative vision? i've been following the story for a while on TT, you're one of my biggest inspirations in my own comic journey, i adore the way you use colour! thank you for posting!!!! i hope you keep at it :-)
Hello! Thank you so much for keeping up with Crumbs and Lilie!
To be honest I never thought anyone would be interested in this at all. So expectation wise I just don't feel like there are any. Not from fans anyway. I find everyone been very sportive of the work so far. I'd say I'm pretty timid to posting online but doing this comic as given me some more confidence.
At lest in the project, I'm really just using the comic as a tool get better till I meet my own expectations of where I want to be as an artist. That would be my hardest hurdle with all of this. Creative vison wise, there's so much I wish I was doing, but maybe by the end of it all we will be there.
I'm glad it's been inspiring to you! I wish you the best on your comic journey! If I could give any advice it would be to just post it! Don't worry where you are now, in time it will be what it needs to be.
If you have any question about the comic or the art prosses feel free to reach out :D. I'll answer them the best that I can.
Do you plan to release the physical version of the comic some time in the future? I'm honestly in awe with the are direction and your skill and would love to have a physical copy of it 🥹 If not, is it possible/will it be possible to order prints or something of the sort?
Sorry I dont check my Tumblr too much!
Im not sure if I will ever do a physical copy at the moment. I'll look into options of that when the series is completed.
As for prints, im been working on setting something up! I will be sending prints out personal so im just setting up for that.
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Getting to have them in @mumbledpie's awesome comic made me realize I've been severely neglecting my goblinsona despite the fact that they bring me an immense amount of joy so here are some doodles of My Goblin in all their glory
(1) : an adverse opinion or leaning formed without just grounds or before sufficient knowledge.
(2) : injury or damage resulting from some action of another in disregard of one's bodily integrity.
Or, they fight then they fuck.
TW: Explicit sexual content, blood, choking.
Fresh autumn breeze chilled the knight as she kindled the fire. Her cold eyes remained fixed on the growing flame as it ate at the wood, purposefully ignoring the side glances the goblin shot at her. He wore his gnomish attire, comfortable for an evening at the improvised camp.
“You look too much like a deserter.” He looked her up and down. “You need to change.”
She sighed, finally acknowledging his gaze. “Into what?”
“Something less conspicuous,” he said, eyeing her weathered axe.
She glanced sideways. “I’m not dropping the armour nor the axe.”
“Why not?” He narrowed his eyes, carefully examining her for any signs of contempt. He found many.
“Why not?” she repeated the question, coated in distrust.
“I’ve taken this route dozens of times,” he lied. “I know how to avoid its dangers. Even if we encountered bandits, I’m capable of protecting us both.”
She had to laugh, scoffing at the thought of trusting him with her life. “Like you wouldn’t ditch me the very instant it got ugly.”
“I would not!” His words sounded more genuine than he expected. “We need to get you to Myosotis!”
Lilie tsked, looking away.
“I assure you, goblin, I can hold my own.”
It was his turn to chuckle. “Yeah. I saw.” He leaned closer to her, pressing where he knew it’d hurt. “You lost your sword. Quite the display of ability.”
She got up from the log, clenching her teeth, staring daggers at him.
"Have you taken it as given that I've been wasting these months?" She could not remember a two-day period where she hadn’t been sore from training.
His eyebrows rose in a way that managed to be both a question and an insult.
“Stop speaking,” she retorted and turned away, heading for the denser foliage. “Don’t test me, wretch.”
She withdrew, clumsily struggling to remove the heavy chainmail. She was seething, wrestling with whether the conniving man was worth the trouble.
When she returned, Crumbs had cleared the space next to the fire, pushing their belongings aside. He threw a short staff at her feet, holding his sheathed dagger.
The last of the twilight shone across his scowling face.
“Come then, show me,” he taunted her.
Lilie rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”
“Show me your best.” He beckoned her with his hand. “Come.”
She scoffed, bending down to pick up the staff.
With her guard up, she approached the shorter man. Their gazes locked.
He lowered his center, guarding his front with the dagger. She created distance, holding the weapon with two hands straight in front of her. They circled each other. He watched her careful steps. She calculated the reach of his cuts.
He feigned an attack, and she raised the staff, preparing a downward cut. Too high, too great of a window. He lunged, aiming for a double-legged tackle. His shoulder drove into her thighs, his hands sweeping her legs out from under her.
In an instant, the dagger was at her neck. He tsked, getting up. He did not offer her a hand.
Anger boiled inside her as she rose.
“Pathetic.”
When it threatened to spill everywhere, her focus narrowed, fuelled by spite. She took a deep breath and held a lower guard, tilting her staff to the side.
Against an opponent like him, she’d need reaction time and mobility, not reach. The circles grew tighter, her steps more careful. He lunged again, testing her. She stepped back nimbly and sent a wide attack that connected with his forearm. He hissed, rubbing his skin. A slight smile crossed her lips.
Infuriating.
Confident, she threw a quick, low cut. He avoided it, easily side-stepping the stick’s path. He dove, seizing the opportunity. Had she not been preemptively stepping away, she’d have felt the dagger’s sheath carve a path on her stomach.
He threw another cut in quick succession. This time, the staff met his dagger, cutting its path. A solid block. She pushed the staff down against the guard, weakening his hold. He pivoted away, creating distance.
The young knight had improved considerably, if he were being honest. He was not being honest.
Seeing his gaze flicker, she threw a thrust, aiming for his abdomen. He was already sideways before she'd committed to the thrust. He grasped her staff firmly and pulled. As her eyes widened, he got inside her guard and pushed.
She stumbled, letting go of the staff, and tried to step back, only to trip over the goblin’s calf behind her ankle. She fell on her back and the air left her lungs.
This time, she knew where he’d come from.
She couldn’t stop him from straddling her, but her hand shot to his arm before he could put the dagger to her neck, holding it back. He tried to break her grip with his other hand when he was suddenly launched forward. She’d raised her hips, forcing him to use an arm to stabilise himself if he wanted to stay on top.
Before he could react, she snatched the dagger from him and threw it out of his reach.
Containing a growl, he put a forearm to her throat and pressed down. Choking, she still tried to get whatever air he’d allow inside her lungs. She wheezed, struggling to keep the weight off her, pushing away at his chest. His other hand, reaching for his boot, went unnoticed.
She felt the cold tip of a knife teasing the skin under her jaw.
She blinked at him, eyes wide before going back to her usual scowl. Yellow eyes tracked her every movement.
"You…" she trailed off, voice rough from the constriction at her throat.
“You need to learn when to surrender, girl,” he muttered, breathless. “Give up.”
An audible whistle stained her breath as she struggled against him. It was useless, he wouldn’t budge. Fear threatened to slip in. He almost felt bad.
A tinge of worry tainted his face as he watched her lose strength beneath him, her gasps for air getting weaker. Her icy eyes fluttered, rolling back. He’d gone too far. He released some of the pressure.
She held the cool edge of his own knife to his throat as dark blood trickled from his nose down his cheek. He could feel her still-wheezing breath on his face.
As soon as she felt the shiv leave her skin, her fingers wrapped around his free wrist and pulled it across his body, elbowing his face. His balance went. She planted her foot flat against the ground, and with everything she had, she threw her hips up.
He toppled sideways. She turned with him, chest to chest, refusing to let the momentum die. The ground met his back. Before he could shake the surprise from his eyes, she was straddling him, her knees pressing snug against his sides. She leaned forward, pinning one of his arms down.
“Give-” She turned her face and coughed, clearing her strained airway. “Give me a good reason not to choke you out, goblin.”
After an experimental struggle, he went limp, catching his breath. He put his free hand to his nose, feeling moisture drip. He stared at his blood-covered fingers and hissed.
“Isn’t this a good enough revenge?” He turned his hand, showing her.
She considered it, letting the shiv’s sharp tip kiss the stubble under his jaw. Something twitched under her pelvis. She rolled her hips against it lightly. He chuckled.
“You’re cruel, toying with me like this.” His pupils widened, swallowing the saffron irises.
“Give up, then.” She didn’t let go of the steel hold on him. “Or find a way out.”
“I don’t know why you want to be a knight. You’d be a much better fit as the town’s inquisitor.”
“Shut up.”
She rocked her hips again, this time with intent. He sucked a breath through his teeth and looked down at where their bodies met, biting the tip of his tongue. He put his free hand to her hip, holding onto it. He held her gaze as he lifted his hips, grinding against her.
She tsked, feeling a blush spreading on her face. She sat up and let go of his arm, focusing on the feeling.
Without a warning, he had toppled her once more and settled his body between her legs.
He angled the shiv at her body, threatening her liver.
“I have to say, I’m impressed.” He leaned closer to her, his dark blood dripping on her dress. “Wanna keep going, princess?” His deadly sweet words tickled her lips.
Her heart hammered against her ribs. She nodded, mouth agape.
She, however, pushed the shiv away from her and turned around on her stomach in an attempt to escape the too-vulnerable position.
Grave mistake.
He easily took her back, setting himself on top of her. He manoeuvred her body, turning her on her side slightly where her liver was exposed, and pushed the shiv’s tip against the soft skin once more.
The difference between their heights wasn’t so noticeable in this position. His head was right by her ear. A hard length pressed against her ass.
“Never turn your back on the enemy, darling. It’s dangerous,” he cooed.
Her skin prickled.
“Fuck off.” Her insides fluttered with tension and arousal.
“You know,” he whispered, calm and collected. “You’re gonna have to explain that thing you were doing before.” He could hear her panting in the crisp evening air. “Whatever you want, you gotta ask nicely.”
Lilie turned her head to him with something meant to be a glare on her face.
“Like you’d do what I asked.” She mumbled against her shoulder.
He chuckled softly.
“Try me." His deep, breathy voice made her heart skip a beat. “I can be so obedient when I want to.”
Her insides swirled in anticipation. His hand found the short, soft hair on her nape, and he tangled his fingers in it, pulling lightly.
Sharp fang-like teeth grazed the shell of her ear. The pressure from the shiv returned. She grabbed a fistful of fresh grass, quietly planning his demise.
She turned her head, and their lips met. No tenderness to be found as she bit down on his soft flesh.
He growled, deep and animalistic against her mouth. He pulled back just enough to turn her back around and lunged to kiss her, rough and hungry, nipping at her lips and tongue. She moaned into it and held him by the neck of his shirt, biting in return. She could taste his black blood on her mouth, iron and death and passion.
His jagged kisses travelled down her jaw into the soft of her throat. He found a spot where he could feel the pulsing of her frantic heart, and he dragged his tongue across the skin. He bit down, hard enough to make her yelp, and sucked on the sensitive flesh. Peppering vicious kisses and languid licks until the flesh turned purple. Lilie’s head felt light, and her face burnt. He pulled away, contemplating his work.
“Did you leave a mark?” She'd have liked to sound threatening.
“Mhm, I did,” he purred as he caressed the bruised skin with the back of his fingers. “Are you gonna get shy about it?”
She rolled her eyes at him and scoffed, her face flushed to the tips of her ears. He heard her mumble something that sounded like "too many clothes...”
He sat up, kneeling, and removed his dirty shirt. Under the fire’s glow, old scars caught the light.
She took off her surcote and they held each other’s gaze. She slid her trousers down her long legs, leaving her simple cream-coloured top and panties.
He watched as her eyes travelled around his body, taking him in. He palmed his erection through the fabric of his pants, showing off.
With a half-lidded scowl, she pushed him down on his back. She climbed on top of him and aligned her core to his length. She put her hands on his chest, feeling muscle ripple beneath, and rocked her hips, grinding against him. Not for his, but for her own pleasure.
His small sounds of appreciation made her insides melt.
She wrapped a hand around his throat and felt his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. He made a show of it, his panting and light moaning strained under her grip. Half-uttered words in languages she didn’t speak spilt from his blood-stained lips. He dug his nails into her thick thighs. Pre-cum leaked from his tip.
He couldn’t wrench his eyes away from the bruised flesh on her neck. Purple suited her.
A clawed hand reached for her top, waiting for a beat before pulling it up over her soft chest. He desperately needed to put his mouth to her, practically drooling at the sight of her puffy, hardened nipples. There was a weak attempt to topple her again, met with a tighter grip around his throat.
“Stay down,” she commanded, still grinding against his cock, chasing her own pleasure.
His brows knitted together, his expression turning needy.
He continued taking her torturous ministrations and sat up slowly. The hand that wasn’t propping him up found one of her breasts, softly kneading it. His mouth found the other, sucking and lapping at her silky nipple. She moaned, adjusting her movement to give him easier access. She, benevolent, found his tip and rocked against it, drawing muffled sounds from him. He sucked harder at the pink flesh, nipping lightly until it was covered in red and purple spots. She drew sharp breaths. He felt her wet slick dampen his already stained trousers.
“You’re making quite the mess,” he pointed out, looking down at the dark, sodden spot.
“Then take them off,” she retorted, a tint of mockery behind the scowl.
He looked up, glaring, and put a hand on her stomach, guiding her off him. He hooked his fingers into the cloth and lowered it with agonizing slowness, basking in her hungry glare. A thick, heavy shaft broke free, tip leaking heavily.
He moved before she could get back on top. She didn’t fight it and lay back, propping herself by her elbows. He knelt between her thighs and ran his thumb up the damp cloth, the fabric so wet it had turned almost sheer, outlining every fold. He took his finger to his mouth and coated his tongue with her slick, savouring her.
He pulled them down as she raised her hips and put his hands on the back of her knees. He pushed her legs forward, exposing her pussy to the cold forest’s air. She flushed crimson as his gaze travelled from her dripping slit, up to her face, and back down again. He leaned forward, and her soft thighs squished his long ears.
He dragged a long tongue up her wet core, still looking deep into her icy eyes. The knight let out a sharp breath and let her head hang back, moaning softly.
The goblin devoured her, messy and hungry and loud. It would be mistaken for worship, were it not for his obvious efforts to draw embarrassing sounds from her. He sucked and tongued at her plush folds, not quite focusing on her swollen nub. The filthy noises of his face buried in her dripping cunt filled the air.
He stopped suddenly.
“Too proud to look down, are we?”
Lilie glared at the goblin. His lips and jaw were covered in slick, and her juices dripped down his chin, mixed with what was left of the dark blood. Her cunt fluttered at the sight.
“Goblin, I swear,” she panted, breathless. “I swear I’ll gut you if you don’t stop talking.”
“I’d love to see you try, knight.” He dove back down immediately, lapping and suckling at the sensitive nub. He grazed it with careful fangs, just enough to make her jolt.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Mm-hm.”
She tangled her fingers in his dark hair and pulled tighter against her core. He chuckled.
This was a command he was willing to obey. If she wanted rough, he’d show her.
Experience guided his tongue’s precise strokes to her aching clit. Over and over and over. Drawing out her pleasure. No doubt, better than she could ever manage by herself, he rushed her towards her climax.
Her hips jerked against his mouth as she drew closer; soft gasps turned to whimpers under his merciless ministrations.
Too soon for her wounded pride, she came in scorching waves, flooding his senses. He swallowed her pleasure, greedy and arrogant.
Oversensitive and shaking, she pushed his face away from her dripping cunt.
She lay there, panting as she recovered, slowly coming back to the forest. He sat up, kneeling, and released one of her legs. He wiped his damp chin, and his wet hand wrapped around his veiny shaft, smearing her juices on it.
Her panting steadied, one shallow breath at a time.
He rested his heavy head at her slick entrance and stroked himself lazily, rubbing the tip up and down her swollen folds. The look on his face, a sneering grin, silently daring her to speak, either to beg or curse him out. She clicked her tongue, frustrated by his teasing, and glared at him.
He didn’t budge, circling her opening. Softly pressing down, only to pull away again. Her hand drifted toward the discarded shiv nearby.
An exasperating, soft laugh escaped him, and he slowly pushed his girth inside, dragging against the tight, burning walls, stretching her. A long, shaky moan escaped them both.
He sank to the hilt and paused, letting her adjust while he drank in the sensation.
Then he began to move with slow, careful thrusts, watching her face closely. Her half-lidded eyes and parted, panting lips showed nothing but pleasure.
“I don’t think you understand who’s in charge here.”
Her words rang in his head right before he slammed into her without warning. He fucked her puffy cunt in short, punishing strokes. He gave her only a few brutal thrusts before grabbing her legs and throwing them over his shoulders. Leaning forward, he drove even deeper, folding her in half beneath him.
Her eyes flew wide and she gasped, cursing viciously under her breath. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the moans spilling out of her. Every aggressive slam sent a shock of overwhelming fullness through her core. He was so deep it felt like he was rearranging her insides, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every savage stroke. A burning stretch mixed with too-intense pleasure that made her walls flutter around him. Her clit throbbed painfully with every slap of his hips. Her head was starting to feel light, and she dug her nails into the grass and dirt, clawing at the ground.
The forest echoed with the filthy, wet sounds of him fucking in and out of her. His own pace was betraying him, bringing him too close too soon against the scorching velvet inside, clenching and rippling around him.
With a muffled curse, he bit hard into her thigh to silence his own desperate sounds. She was pulling him in deeper, tighter, against his will. He was too close.
He yanked himself out with a growl and flipped her onto her stomach. He panted, his throbbing cock still on edge. He climbed on top of her. She could feel the frantic hammering of his heart against her toned back.
He curled an arm around her throat. She didn’t fight it, wrapping her fingers around it.
Pulling her closer, he squeezed her throat lightly. Her breath hitched, getting slower. He pushed himself back inside with a sharp exhale. Each of his hard, deep thrusts rutted against the sensitive spot inside her.
Barely holding on, voice hoarse and strained, he rasped right against her ear.
His lips brushed the shell of her ear with every brutal thrust. Low, animalistic grunts escaped him, raw and broken, each one vibrating straight into her ear. He tried to muffle them by pressing his open mouth against her bruised neck, but it only turned the sounds into wet, trembling moans and shaky, desperate breaths that sent shivers down her spine.
Scorching, silky heat gripped his cock with every thrust, her walls fluttering and clenching around him as if trying to pull him even deeper. The obscene, wet squelch of her dripping cunt and wheezing breaths filled his ears, drawing him close to the edge once more. His rhythm faltered, turning erratic and desperate. Harsh grunts poured out of him, guttural, almost pained. Each one hot and ragged against her ear. He couldn’t hold them back anymore. A deep, trembling growl tore from his throat as he fought the rising pressure, teeth grazing her purple skin while his hips snapped forward with needy, stuttering thrusts.
“Can I come inside?”
Her lips curved, wicked.
“Say please.”
“What?” he almost whined.
She snickered, eyes narrowed, looking back at him. Her sore throat struggled against his bicep.
“Say it.”
The denial made his cock twitch hard inside her. He was already leaking, a thick drop of cum oozing out against his will. His hips stuttered.
“Please, let me come inside.” His voice cracked. “Please.”
She let the silence hang for one torturous second, then gave a single nod, parted lips and glassy eyes.
With a broken growl, he slammed into her and came violently, flooding her cunt in thick, pulsing ropes. He sank his teeth into her shoulder to muffle the desperate, animalistic sounds tearing out of him as he throbbed and emptied himself deep inside her.
His spent thrusts slowed, growing lazy and shallow. Lilie hissed sharply as pain flared from the bite marks on her shoulder. He tasted blood on his tongue and slowly loosened the chokehold around her throat. Without thinking, he dragged his tongue over the small punctures, lapping at the broken skin while he rode the final weak pulses of his orgasm.
He stayed buried inside her, lazily fucking his cum deeper with a few slow, deliberate strokes.
“Mighty warrior indeed. Is this how you usually best your opponents?" she teased, looking back.
He clicked his tongue.
“Only the ones I don't actually deem threats.” He pulled out of her and sat up.
“You get hard at having a knife pressed at your throat.” Her smile could be heard in her words.
The goblin spread her folds with two clawed thumbs. Cum dripped out of her under his attentive gaze, pooling between her closed legs.
One, two drops of black blood fell on her fair skin. He wiped the fresh trail under his nose with the back of his hand.
He dismounted her, and as she turned over onto her back, he closed the distance between them. He lifted her chin with two arrogant fingers and whispered in her ear.
“Your cunt is so pretty, full to the brim with my cum.”
He placed a chaste, bloodied kiss to her flushed cheek.
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