A New Quest

After an unfortunate and rather humiliating accident, Timothy—a young and handsome adventurer with a penchant for the dramatic—found himself laid up in a hospital bed. His injury was severe, requiring costly treatments that were eating away at his savings like a pack of hungry dire rats. It was during this time of vulnerability that Goblinina Threelegs, the gorgeous and mischievous goblin warrior, took it upon herself to embark on a quest to help alleviate his financial burden. Her heart swelled with a mix of pity and amusement as she thought of Timothy's plight. "Serves him right," she murmured to herself, her smirk widening at the memory of his embarrassment. But she couldn't help the softening in her chest; after all, he was a member of their ragtag little family of misfits.

Goblinina, never one to shy away from a challenge—especially when it came to flaunting her impressive assets—volunteered for a quest that would take her and her companions through treacherous lands. Luna, a compassionate human cleric with a penchant for healing and a gentle disposition, agreed to join her. Then there was Elara, a stoic elven archer whose sharp eyes and sharper wit had saved their collective hides on more than one occasion. The three of them set off to purify the Blighted Grove, a place where malevolent energy had turned once-verdant lands into a twisted, decaying mockery of nature. The journey would take several days, and the trio knew that they'd face danger, adventure, and perhaps a bit of trouble along the way. But with Goblinina's oversized ego and equally large...sword...leading the charge, they were ready for whatever the world threw at them.

Their first night on the road, they found a small tavern to rest in. The patrons looked at them with a mix of awe and wariness, but Goblinina's charming grin and generous tips quickly won them over. As they sat around the fireplace, Luna spoke softly of her worries for Timothy, while Elara nodded in understanding. Goblinina, ever the pick-up artist, took the opportunity to tease the poor, bedridden soul with tales of their impending heroics—complete with exaggerated gestures that caused her ample chest to bounce and her bulge to throb in a not-so-subtle manner. She enjoyed the blush that crept up Luna's cheeks and the way Elara rolled her eyes, knowing full well that she was pushing their buttons in the best kind of way.

"Oh dear," Luna says with a flicker of concern, her eyes darting over the tavern's sparse accommodations. "It seems they only have one room left for us tonight. I suppose we'll have to share it. I hope you two don't mind getting cozy." She blushes faintly, her eyes averting from Goblinina's smug expression and the not-so-subtle bob of the goblin's impressive endowment.

Goblinina's grin widens as she winks at Luna, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Cozy, huh?" she says, leaning back in her chair. "Well, I've slept in worse places. Like the time I had to share a sleeping bag with that orc, Biggra." She laughs, her voice a rich, throaty chuckle. "But that's a story for another time." She winks at Elara, who just sighs and shakes her head. "Don't worry, sweet Luna. I promise not to let anything... unpleasant, happen in our little love nest for the night."

"I'm sure we'll all be on our best behavior," Elara says dryly, her emerald eyes glinting with amusement as she watches the exchange. "Besides, it's not like we can't handle ourselves. And if anything does happen," she says with a smirk, "I'm sure we'll all just... deal with it." She winks at Luna, who blushes even deeper, and then at Goblinina, who just snorts in laughter. "Now, let's get some food in us before we turn in. I've got a feeling we're going to need our strength for the journey ahead." She stands up and stretches, her own modest bulge pressing against her tight leather pants as she does so.

"Yes, of course," Luna says hastily, standing up as well. "We should eat. And...and we'll all behave, I promise." She glances at Goblinina and then away again, her cheeks still pink. "Let's just get through the night without any...accidents, alright?" She smiles nervously and heads towards the tavern's counter to order some food.

"Oh, I'm not promising anything," Goblinina says, her voice low and teasing as she stands up. She saunters over to Luna, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "But I'll make sure to keep an eye on you, Luna. Don't you worry." She gives Luna's shoulder a little squeeze before heading to the counter to join Elara. "What are you two lovely ladies having?" She asks with a wink. "I'm feeling like something...substantial." Her eyes rove over the menu, and she licks her lips at the thought of the meal to come.

"I'll have the roast boar, medium rare," Elara says to the barkeep, her voice firm. She turns to Luna and Goblinina. "What about you two?" She arches an eyebrow at Goblinina, her smirk growing wider. "And remember, Goblinina, no 'accidentally' flashing your...wares to the patrons tonight." She adds, her tone playfully scolding. "We don't need any more trouble than we can handle."

"Aw, come on, Elara," Goblinina pouts, her bottom lip sticking out in a mock display of sadness. "What's the fun in that?" She leans in close, whispering conspiratorially, "Besides, I think that dwarf over there is getting suspicious." She nods her head towards a burly patron who's been eyeing their group with growing interest. "But if it keeps you from worrying, I'll save my... accidental displays for when we're alone." She giggles and gives Luna's shoulder another squeeze before ordering a plate of spicy sausages and a mug of dark ale. "For the road, you know," she says with a wink.

The barkeep nods, jotting down their orders with a knowing smile, used to the peculiarities of adventurers. The tavern buzzes with the low murmur of conversation and the occasional clank of mugs on wooden tables. The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. As the trio waits for their meal, they share stories of past adventures and banter good-naturedly, their laughter mingling with the warmth of the fire. Despite the looming task ahead, the camaraderie is palpable, filling the air with a sense of comfort and belonging.

"So, Luna, darling," Goblinina says, her tone switching to one of genuine curiosity as she takes a sip of her ale. "Is this your first jaunt away from the cozy confines of your holy halls?" She watches the cleric with a mischievous glint in her eye, waiting for the blush she knows will inevitably follow. "I mean, I've been gallivanting around since I could walk—or hop, rather," she says with a chuckle, slapping her thigh, "but I've never seen the inside of a church, unless you count the time I was thrown out of one."

Luna giggles nervously, her eyes darting from Goblinina to Elara, who is busy poking at the fire with a stick. "Well, yes, I suppose it is," she admits, her cheeks coloring a soft pink. "But I'm excited to help Timothy. And to...see new places, of course." She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, trying to exude a confidence she's not quite feeling. "Besides, with the two of you by my side, I'm sure we'll conquer the Blighted Grove in no time!"

"Conquer?" Elara laughs, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's more like we're going to tiptoe through it, hoping not to wake the grumpy old hag that's been living there for centuries." She takes a swig of her own ale, watching the flames dance in the reflection of her mug. "But I've got a good feeling about this trip. With Goblinina here to distract the monsters with her... ahem...charm, and Luna to patch us up when things go sideways, I think we've got a decent shot." She glances at Luna and winks. "And if all else fails, I've got enough arrows to start my own raincloud."

Goblinina snorts with laughter, her hand flying to her mouth to cover her mouth, which does nothing to muffle the sound. "Oh, Elara," she says, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "What are you trying to say, love?" She leans back in her chair, her massive bulge shifting with her movement, and crosses her arms over her chest, making her generous assets all the more prominent. "At least I've got enough to be a distraction," she says, her eyes glinting with teasing malice. "I mean, I can't imagine anyone running screaming from that." She nods towards Elara's crotch. "But hey, maybe you can play the 'damsel in distress' with your little... what do you call it?" She taps her chin thoughtfully. "Oh right, your 'elfstick'. And they'll all be so busy feeling sorry for you, they'll just let us go on our merry way." Her smirk widens, and she nudges Elara with her foot under the table, her eyes alight with mischief. "But I suppose we'll have to make do with what we've got, won't we?"

Elara's cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and irritation at Goblinina's words. She narrows her eyes, the fire's light dancing in their emerald depths. "My 'elfstick' is none of your business," she says sharply, her voice carrying a hint of offense. "Besides, I've been working on my... 'charm' too." She stands up, her chair scraping against the floorboards. "In fact," she says, her eyes glinting with challenge, "I bet I could out-seduce you any day of the week and twice on Sundays." She sashays over to the dwarf Goblinina had been eyeing earlier and whispers something in his ear, watching his expression shift from suspicion to surprise to something else entirely. "See?" She says, turning back to the other two with a smug smile.

Luna's eyes go wide at the sudden turn of conversation, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. She clears her throat awkwardly, trying to steer the conversation back to a more...wholesome topic. "Ladies, please," she says, her voice a bit more firm than usual. "I'm sure both your...uh...equipment is fine in its own way." She swallows hard, trying to find the right words. She fidgets with the hem of her robe, her gaze darting between Goblinina's smug grin and Elara's smug stance by the dwarf. "And, um, maybe we should all save our... ahem...charm for the battles to come, rather than, you know, showing off here?" Her voice trails off, and she takes a sip of her water, hoping to cool the sudden heat in her cheeks.

"What's the fun in that?" Goblinina says, her voice low and teasing. She leans closer to Elara, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Besides, darling," she whispers, her hands framing an imaginary small space, "you're always so eager to prove yourself. It's adorable." She winks, her gaze flicking down to the subtle tent in Elara's trousers. "But if you think your little 'elfstick' can handle the big leagues," she says, her voice still just loud enough for Luna to hear, "then by all means, show us what you've got." She nudges Luna's leg with her foot, her smirk growing as she adds, "I'm sure our sweet little cleric here would be thrilled to see the competition." She takes a bite of her roast boar, chewing thoughtfully as she watches the blush spread across Luna's face, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Elara rolls her eyes at Goblinina's remark, but the heat in her own cheeks betrays her growing annoyance. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" she says, her voice tight with frustration. "But maybe, just maybe, I don't need to flaunt it around like you do to get noticed." She crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes flashing with a hint of anger. "What would you know about subtlety, Goblinina?" she spits out. "You're all cock and no brain.

Luna squeaks, her eyes going wide at the sudden turn in the conversation. She quickly stands up, her chair scraping against the floor. "I-I think I'll... I'll just go check on our room," she says, her voice squeaky. She grabs her robe tightly and rushes out of the tavern's common area, her cheeks burning and her heart racing. She's not sure if she's more embarrassed by their crass banter or the strange stirring in her stomach at the thought of... those things. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Maybe if I just ignore it, they'll stop," she murmurs to herself, her voice shaky.

Goblinina laughs, her whole body shaking with mirth. "Oh, Elara," she says, her eyes sparkling with delight. "You're so easy to rile up. It's one of the many reasons I adore you." She takes another bite of her food, chewing with gusto. "But you're right," she says, her voice still playful. "I should save my... charm for when it really counts. Like when we're fighting off those pesky blighted creatures in the grove." She winks at Elara and then glances over her shoulder at Luna's retreating form. "Looks like our little cleric has had enough fun for one night," she says, her tone light and teasing. "I guess it's just you and me, love. What shall we do to pass the time?"

"I guess we should probably just go to the room and turn in," Elara says, her voice a mix of annoyance and resignation. She fidgets with her trousers, trying to adjust the fit over her own burgeoning arousal. "We do have a long way to go, and I'd rather not be distracted by... that," she adds, gesturing to Goblinina's crotch.

Goblinina chuckles, her eyes never leaving Elara's face. "Alright, alright," she says, standing up and stretching. Her massive bulge presses against the fabric of her trousers, leaving no question as to what she's referring to. "But who knows what the night may bring?" She says, her smile taking on a predatory edge. "You never know when you might need a bit of... distraction." She winks again and follows Elara out of the tavern's common area, her hips swaying with each step.

As the two of them enter the small, cozy room that the tavern had provided for the night, they find Luna kneeling by the bed, her hands clasped in prayer. The candlelight flickers across her face, casting gentle shadows and highlighting the serene expression of her features. The sight of Luna, so innocent and pure in her devotion, is a stark contrast to their earlier conversation, and for a moment, both Goblinina and Elara feel a pang of something akin to guilt. But Goblinina's mischievous nature quickly takes over, and she can't help but let out a low whistle as she takes in the sight of the cleric.

Goblinina stays quiet, not wanting to interrupt Luna's prayers. She watches the cleric with a mix of amusement and something else, something she can't quite place. She crosses the room, her booted feet silent on the wooden floor, and settles into the chair by the small table, her eyes never leaving Luna. Her mind races with thoughts of what she could do to tease Luna further, but she knows better than to interrupt her prayers. Instead, she waits patiently, her hands folded in her lap, her smirk hidden in the shadows.

Luna finishes her prayers and opens her eyes, looking up at her companions. She blushes deeply when she sees them standing there, and quickly stands up, smoothing out her robe. "I'm... I'm sorry if I'm interrupting," she stammers. "I just wanted to, um, ask for the goddess's blessing on our quest." She avoids eye contact with Goblinina, who she knows is likely bursting with inappropriate comments.

"Interrupting?" Goblinina says, her voice a purr. "Never, my sweet Luna. Your devotion is... inspiring." She stands up from the chair and approaches the cleric, her movements deliberate and sensual. She reaches out a hand, placing it gently on Luna's shoulder. "Let's get some rest, shall we?" Her eyes drop to Luna's chest, watching the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, and she licks her lips. "We have a big day tomorrow," she says, her voice thick with suggestion. "And we wouldn't want you to be too... tired."

Luna gulps, her heart racing under Goblinina's touch. "T-thank you," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She tries to ignore the way her body is responding to the goblin's nearness and the thoughts that are swirling through her head. She nods, her eyes darting to the bed, which suddenly feels much smaller than it did moments ago. "Y-yes, we should... we should get some sleep." She takes a step back, trying to put some distance between them, and starts to unroll her bedroll on the floor. "I'll, uh, I'll take the floor."

"Nonsense," Goblinina says, her voice a warm caress. She steps closer to Luna, her hand sliding down to the cleric's wrist, her thumb brushing against the soft skin. "I'm pretty small," she purrs, her smirk widening. "I'm sure someone can share the bed with me." She winks, her gaze lingering on Luna's blushing face. "After all, we're all in this together, aren't we?" Without waiting for a response, she pulls Luna closer and gives her a playful nudge towards the bed. "Don't worry, darling," she whispers into Luna's ear. "I promise to keep my hands to myself." Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she says it, making Luna's blush deepen.

Elara watches the exchange with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Well, if you two are going to be so... cozy," she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "then I'll take the bed." She strides over to the bed and starts to strip off her own clothes, revealing her lithe elven body. She glares at Goblinina, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier argument. "But remember," she says, her voice a warning, "we're all in this together. And I expect everyone to be on their best behavior tonight." She climbs into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin, and stares at the ceiling, her thoughts racing. Despite her protests, she can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity—and perhaps a bit of envy—at the thought of Luna and Goblinina sharing a bed.

Luna's eyes widen in surprise as Goblinina pulls her closer to the bed. She stammers, trying to find the right words. "I-I'm not sure that's a good idea," she says, her voice trembling. But she feels a strange thrill at the goblin's touch, a sensation she's never felt before. She glances at Elara, hoping for a bit of support, but the elf's glare only serves to make her more self-conscious. With a sigh, she allows herself to be led to the bed, her heart racing. "Okay," she murmurs, her voice small. "But please, Goblinina, no funny business." She clambers into bed, her robe still on, and pulls the blankets up to her neck, feeling both excited and terrified of what the night may bring.

"Ah, come now, Elara," Goblinina says, her voice a low purr as she helps Luna into the bed, her massive bulge brushing against Luna's thigh as she does so. "Don't be such a spoilsport. We're just sharing a bit of warmth, isn't that right, Luna?" She winks at the cleric, who is now buried under the covers, looking like a lost child in an adult's bed. She strips off her own clothes with ease, revealing her voluptuous figure, the massive bulge between her legs seemingly taunting both the other women. She slides into bed, making sure to press up against Luna, her arm draping over the cleric's waist. "Good night, sweethearts," she says, her voice a seductive murmur. She gives Luna a gentle squeeze, feeling the warmth of her body against her own, and closes her eyes, her smirk never fading, even in the darkness.

Luna's breath hitches as Goblinina's arm wraps around her, the warmth of the goblin's body pressing against her. She can feel the firmness of Goblinina's chest, and the softness of her skin, and it sends a shiver down her spine. She lies there, frozen, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. She tries to remind herself that she's a cleric, that she should be above such base desires, but it's hard when she's surrounded by such temptation. "Good night," she whispers back, her voice barely audible, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. She squeezes her eyes shut, praying for the strength to resist whatever the night may hold, and for the comfort of her deity to wash over her.

Goblinina can feel the tension in Luna's body, the way she's practically vibrating with nerves. She smirks to herself, knowing she's got the cleric right where she wants her. But she decides to play it cool for now, not wanting to push too hard. She's had her fun teasing, but now she wants to see just how far she can take this. So she keeps her arms around Luna, her grip firm but not restrictive, and whispers into her ear, "Relax, darling. Nothing will happen unless you want it to." She nuzzles against Luna's neck, feeling the pulse quicken beneath her lips. "But if you do want something," she says, her voice dropping to a murmur, "just say the word." She presses a soft kiss to Luna's neck, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her skin. "I'll make it worth your while, I promise." She laughs lightly and settles into the bed, her hand idly stroking Luna's hip, her thoughts racing with all the delicious ways she could corrupt the innocent cleric.

Elara's eyes narrow as she watches the intimate scene unfold, her own desire flaring up again. She can't help but feel left out, and a bit jealous. She turns onto her side, her back to the bed, and pulls the covers up tight. "Good night," she says, her voice cool and dismissive. But even as she feigns indifference, she can't help but reach down and give her own 'elfstick' a quick squeeze, feeling the frustration build inside her. She turns away from them, her thoughts racing with images of what might happen between the sheets, her hand lingering on her own body, unsure of whether she wants to act on her desires or just lie there and listen.

Luna's breath catches in her throat at the kiss, her body reacting in ways she never thought possible. She feels a strange heat pooling in her stomach, and she can't help but lean into Goblinina's touch. She whispers back, her voice barely above a breath, "What if... what if I do want something?" She's never felt this way before, and she's not sure she likes it, but she can't deny the curiosity that's been awakened in her. She turns her head slightly, her cheek brushing against Goblinina's, her eyes searching for any sign of rejection or mockery. But all she sees is the goblin's smoldering gaze, filled with a hunger that matches her own. She bites her bottom lip, her heart racing, and whispers, "What would you do?" She's not sure what she's asking for, but she's too far gone to care.

Goblinina's grin widens at Luna's question, her teeth glinting in the candlelight. "Well, darling," she says, her voice a seductive purr, "I'd start with making sure you're as comfortable as can be." She shifts slightly, her hand sliding down to cup Luna's ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But if you want something more," she whispers, her breath hot against Luna's ear, "you'll have to tell me. I'm a lady, after all." She winks, her other hand sliding up to play with the cleric's hair. "But I've got all night, and I'm not going anywhere." She nips at Luna's earlobe, sending a thrill through the cleric's body. "So, what's it going to be?" She asks, her tone filled with promise and challenge. She knows Luna's curiosity is piqued, and she's eager to explore every inch of the cleric's uncharted territory.

Luna's body feels like it's on fire, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She's never been with a woman before, and the idea of it is both terrifying and exhilarating. She feels a strange pressure building between her legs, and she knows she can't ignore it much longer. She takes a deep, shaky breath and says, "I... I've never done anything like this before." She feels Goblinina's hand on her hip, and she can't help but press back against the goblin's body, feeling the massive bulge against her thigh. "But I... I trust you." She whispers, her eyes fluttering closed as she gives herself over to the moment. "Teach me, Goblinina. Show me what it's like." She's never been so vulnerable, but with the goblin's arms around her, she feels safe and... wanted.

Elara's elf ears pick up every whispered word exchanged between Luna and Goblinina. Her heart races at the intimacy of it all, and she can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She rolls onto her back, her own hand still resting on her 'elfstick'. She sighs, the sound of it lost in the rustling of the sheets. She tries to ignore the soft noises of their bodies moving together, but it's like a siren's call, drawing her in. She closes her eyes, imagining herself in Luna's place, feeling Goblinina's expert touch. Her hand starts to move, her grip tightening, as she listens to the rhythm of their whispers and breaths. Despite her earlier protests, she can't help but be drawn into their web of desire, her own body betraying her as she gives in to the pleasure she's been denying herself. She bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, not wanting to interrupt their moment, but her hips rock slightly with every stroke, her thoughts consumed by the scene playing out just a few feet away.

Goblinina's eyes glint with excitement as she hears Luna's confession. She leans in, her lips brushing against the cleric's ear. "Then I'll be gentle," she murmurs, her voice a sultry promise. She slides her hand up under Luna's robe, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist, then moving higher to cup one of her breasts. Luna gasps at the contact, her body arching into the touch. Goblinina chuckles, her hand moving to the other breast, teasing and squeezing until Luna's breath is coming in short, needy pants. She nibbles on the cleric's earlobe, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm against Luna's leg. "But remember," she whispers, "you're the one in control here." She slides her hand down, her fingertips grazing the top of Luna's mound, feeling the wetness that's already gathered there. "Tell me what you want," she urges, her voice a soft growl. "I'm all yours tonight." She watches Luna's face, looking for any sign of hesitation, any hint of what the cleric might need to push her over the edge.

Luna's body is a maelstrom of sensation, each touch from Goblinina sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She's never felt so alive, so... alive. She whispers, "I... I want you to touch me, Goblinina. Everywhere." Her voice is a breathless plea, her cheeks flaming with a blush that could rival the setting sun. She reaches up, her hand trembling, and cups Goblinina's cheek, pulling her closer for a kiss. It's tentative at first, unsure and clumsy, but it quickly deepens, becoming more desperate as Luna's passion overwhelms her. She can feel Goblinina's smirk against her lips, and she knows the goblin is enjoying this, but she doesn't care. All she cares about is the feeling of Goblinina's hand sliding down her stomach, reaching the apex of her thighs, and the promise of the pleasure that awaits her. She arches into the touch, her legs parting slightly, inviting the goblin to explore further. Her eyes are closed tight, her mind a haze of want and need, and she knows she's made a decision that she might regret in the morning, but right now, all she wants is more.

Goblinina's smirk widens as she feels Luna's body respond to her. She leans in, claiming Luna's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that leaves them both panting. Her hand slides down, her thumb circling the cleric's clit, feeling it swell under her touch. She chuckles against Luna's lips as she feels the other woman's hips buck upward. "So eager," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. She slides two fingers into Luna's wetness, her eyes never leaving hers. She watches as Luna's eyes widen, her mouth falling open in a silent moan. She starts to move her hand in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her thumb still playing with Luna's clit. She can feel Elara's eyes on them, and she knows the elf is listening, but she doesn't care. This is her moment, her victory, and she's going to savor every second of it. She whispers, "You're so beautiful, Luna. So sweet and innocent. And I'm going to make you scream my name." She kisses her way down Luna's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she continues to stroke and tease. Luna's breath hitches, her body trembling, and Goblinina knows she's close. She bites down gently on the cleric's neck, her hand moving faster, and Luna's world explodes into a symphony of pleasure, her body convulsing as she cries out, the sound muffled by the pillow. Goblinina's eyes gleam with triumph as she watches Luna come apart in her arms, her own desire burning hotter than ever. She whispers, "Good girl," before claiming Luna's mouth again in a kiss filled with passion and possession.

Luna's orgasm leaves her boneless, her body a puddle of pleasure under Goblinina's touch. She clings to the goblin, her eyes squeezed shut, as the aftershocks roll through her. Her breath comes in gasps, her heart hammering in her chest. She's never felt anything like this before, and she's not sure she can handle it. But as the pleasure fades, she opens her eyes, looking up at Goblinina with a mix of awe and fear. She whispers, "I... I'm sorry." She doesn't know what she's apologizing for—for giving in to her desires, for enjoying it so much, for being so inexperienced—but she feels the need to say something, to fill the silence that's descended on the room. She's afraid of what the goblin will think of her now, now that she's seen her like this, now that she's been so thoroughly claimed. She pulls away slightly, her hand sliding down to cover Goblinina's, still buried inside her. "But... but I don't want you to stop," she admits, her voice shaky but earnest. And with that, she leans back into the goblin's embrace, her eyes closing again, her body already beginning to respond to the promise of more pleasure to come.

Goblinina's smirk turns into a full-blown smile at Luna's admission. She pulls her hand out of Luna's warmth and takes the cleric's hand, placing it on her own massive bulge. "Now, darling," she says, her voice a soft purr, "it's your turn to play." She watches as Luna's eyes widen in surprise, and then narrow in determination. She knows the cleric is curious, knows she wants to explore, and Goblinina is more than willing to let her. She guides Luna's hand, showing her how to stroke and squeeze, her eyes never leaving Luna's face. "That's it," she whispers, her voice tight with arousal. "So good." She lets out a low groan as Luna's inexperienced touch sends waves of pleasure through her body. "Now, just like that," she says, her hand covering Luna's, showing her the perfect rhythm. She leans in, her breath hot against Luna's cheek. "You lead," she whispers, "and I'll follow." She watches as Luna's hand starts to move on its own, her grip growing bolder with each stroke. Goblinina's hips roll with the motion, her own desire spiraling out of control. She knows she won't last much longer, not with Luna's innocent touch driving her wild. But she's in no rush. This is just the beginning of their night together, and she intends to make it one neither of them will ever forget.

Luna's eyes fly open at the feel of Goblinina's bulge in her hand. She's never touched anything like it before, and she's fascinated by its size and heat. She does as Goblinina instructs, her touch tentative at first, but growing more assured with each passing second. She watches the goblin's face, seeing the pleasure reflected there, and she feels a strange sense of power, of control. She speeds up her strokes, feeling the bulge pulse and throb under her hand, and she knows she's doing something right. The sounds coming from Goblinina's throat are unlike anything she's ever heard, and she finds herself eager to hear more. She leans in, pressing her mouth to Goblinina's neck, her teeth grazing the soft skin there, and the goblin's gasp tells her she's hit a sensitive spot. She smiles to herself, feeling a thrill of excitement. This is what it's like, to be wanted, to be desired. And she's not going to let the opportunity slip away. She kisses her way down to Goblinina's chest, her hand still working its magic between the goblin's legs, and whispers, "Show me more." She's ready to go further, to explore this newfound passion, to lose herself in the moment. And as she does, she can't help but glance over at Elara, wondering if the elf is watching, if she's as turned on by this as she is.

Elara's eyes are glued to the scene unfolding between her and Goblinina. She can't believe what she's seeing—Luna, the sweet, innocent cleric, taking charge like that. It's hot, and she feels her own arousal spike. She tries to look away, to focus on her own hand, but she can't. Her eyes are drawn back to the bed, watching as Luna explores Goblinina's body with an eagerness that's both surprising and incredibly erotic. She bites her lip, her hand moving faster on her 'elfstick'. She whispers, "Keep going," the words slipping out unbidden, and she's not sure if she's talking to herself or the couple on the bed. She can feel the heat in the room, the tension that's thick as fog. She's so close, so very close to her own release, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to be part of that, to feel Goblinina's touch on her body as well. But she knows she's not ready for that, not yet. So she watches, and she waits, and she wonders, her hand moving in time with the sounds of their passion. And as she reaches her peak, her body arching off the bed, her eyes lock with Goblinina's, and she knows, in that moment, that she's been seen. She feels a rush of embarrassment, but it's quickly drowned out by the pleasure that crashes over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. She turns her head away, her cheeks burning, but she can't help but listen to the sounds of Luna's growing confidence and Goblinina's escalating moans. It's a symphony of desire, and she's just a bystander, but it's one of the most erotic moments of her life.

Goblinina's eyes flash with a mix of pleasure and surprise as Luna takes the lead. She never knew the cleric had it in her, and it's a thrill to see her come out of her shell. She feels her climax building, the pressure in her cock becoming almost unbearable. She reaches down, her hand covering Luna's, guiding her movements, showing her exactly how she likes it. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels her orgasm approaching. She whispers, "Almost there, darling," her voice strained. "Just a little more." And then she's there, her body shuddering with release, her cock pulsing in Luna's hand. She lets out a low, guttural moan, her eyes rolling back in her head. It's been a while since she's felt this good, and she knows she owes it all to the cleric's innocent curiosity. She looks down at Luna, her expression softening. "You're a natural," she says, her voice filled with admiration. She pulls Luna into a kiss, her arms wrapping around the cleric's body. And as they kiss, she looks over, Elaras hand sliding up and down her 'elfstick', giving it a gentle squeeze. She knows the elf is watching, knows she's close, and she can't help but taunt her a little. Moving to a position that Luna and herself have both their hands around her massive cock.

Luna looks down at the thick, pulsing member in her hand with amazement, her eyes widening at the sheer size of it. She's never seen anything so... impressive before. She strokes it tentatively, feeling the hot, velvety skin under her fingertips. It's like nothing she's ever felt, and she can't help but be fascinated. She glances up at Goblinina, who's watching her with a smug smile, and she feels a flash of determination. She's not going to let this experience go to waste. She's going to make sure Goblinina feels as good as she just made her feel. She tightens her grip, her strokes becoming more confident as she watches the goblin's reaction, her eyes never leaving hers. She leans in, her mouth hovering over the tip, and whispers, "I want to taste you." And without waiting for permission, she does, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum that's beaded there. The taste is surprisingly sweet, and she finds herself craving more. She takes the head into her mouth, her hand still working the shaft, and feels Goblinina's whole body tense with pleasure. The goblin's moan is all the encouragement she needs, and she takes more and more of it, eager to make her new lover scream with pleasure. And as she does, she's acutely aware of Elara's presence in the room, of her eyes on them, and she can't help but feel a thrill of exhibitionism. She knows she's being watched, and it just makes her want to do more, to push further, to claim Goblinina in the most primal way possible.

Goblinina's eyes go wide with surprise and excitement as Luna takes the initiative. She's never had someone so innocent be so eager to explore before, and it's driving her wild. She feels her cock swell even more in Luna's mouth, the sensation almost too much to handle. She throws her head back, her hips bucking upward, and lets out a keening cry of pleasure. "Yes, yes," she hisses, her voice tight with need. "Just like that." She can feel Luna's inexperience, the way she's still learning, but it's the enthusiasm that makes it all the better. She reaches down, her hand tangling in Luna's hair, guiding her movements, urging her to take more, to push herself. She watches Elara from the corner of her eye, the elf's hand moving faster now, and she can't resist the urge to add fuel to the fire. But tonight I'm claiming Luna for myself.

Elara can't tear her eyes away from the sight of Luna and Goblinina. She's never seen anything so... raw, so beautiful. Her hand moves almost involuntarily now, her own arousal reaching fever pitch. She bites her lip harder, trying to keep quiet, but she can't help the small, needy noises that escape her. She whispers, "Goblinina," her voice tight with desire. She's never been so turned on, so desperate to be part of something. She watches as Luna takes more and more of the goblin's cock into her mouth, and she feels a strange kinship with the cleric. They're both experiencing something new, something that scares and excites them in equal measure. She's torn between the urge to join them and the fear of interrupting their moment. But as she feels her own climax approaching, she decides to let go, to let herself be swept away by the tide of pleasure that's been building all night. She arches her back, her eyes squeezed shut, and whispers, "Oh gods, yes," her hand moving faster, her hips matching the rhythm of Luna's strokes. And as she comes, her body shaking with the force of it, she can't help but feel a sense of belonging, of being part of something so much larger than herself. And when she opens her eyes again, she finds Goblinina watching her, a knowing smile on her lips. It's a look that says 'you're next', and it sends a thrill of anticipation through her body that makes her shiver with excitement.

Luna's eyes widen as Goblinina's grip tightens in her hair, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she takes it as encouragement, taking more of the thick cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. She's lost in the sensation, the taste, the power she feels. She's never felt this way before, never felt so alive. She can feel the goblin's body tense up, and she knows she's close. She picks up the pace, her hand moving faster, her mouth sucking harder. And when Goblinina finally cries out, her cock spurting hot cum into Luna's eager mouth, she swallows it greedily, her own body pulsing with desire. She looks up, her eyes meeting Goblinina's, and she knows she's been changed. This isn't just a one-time thing. This is a door she's opened, and she's not sure she can ever close it again. She releases the cock, licking her lips, and whispers, "It's so much."

Goblinina chuckles, looking down at Luna's flushed face and swollen lips. She strokes the cleric's cheek, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You did wonderfully, my dear," she whispers, her voice a low purr. "But we must save some for tomorrow." She leans down, her smirk never leaving her face, and kisses Luna softly, sharing the taste of herself with the cleric. "The anticipation will make it all the sweeter, I promise." She pulls back, her hand sliding away from Luna's hair. "Now, let's get some rest." She glances over at Elara, who's still panting from her own release. "We have a big day ahead of us, and we need our energy." She winks at the elf, the promise of more to come hanging in the air. And as they all settle into the bed, she kisses Luna tasting her own cum on her lips, she snuggles into Luna's ample chest, her mostly soft penis has been moved by Luna to between her thighs, brushing against her pussy through a pair of panties. Goblinina can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She's claimed her prize, and she knows she's going to enjoy every minute of it.

Luna giggles at Goblinina's teasing, feeling her cheeks heat up even more. She can't believe she just did that, but she can't deny that she enjoyed it. She looks down at her own body, feeling the unfamiliar fullness of the goblin's cum in her stomach. It's a strange, heavy sensation that she finds oddly comforting. With a contented sigh, she nods, snuggling closer to Goblinina, her head resting on the goblin's shoulder. "Okay," she whispers, her voice sleepy. "But just for tonight," she adds, though she knows she's lying. She can feel herself falling into a deep, satisfied sleep, her mind racing with thoughts of what tomorrow might bring. As she drifts off, she's vaguely aware of Goblinina's cock, still warm and pulsing, nestled between her thighs. It feels... right, somehow. And she knows that she's going to have the most deliciously naughty dreams.

The room falls into a gentle silence as the three of them, exhausted from their passionate encounter, finally succumb to sleep. Goblinina's arm is draped possessively over Luna, her hand resting on the cleric's hip, while Elara lies on the edge of the bed, her hand still wrapped around her own 'elfstick', her thoughts racing. The candles flicker and die out one by one, leaving them in darkness, their bodies entwined in a tapestry of desire and newfound companionship. The night is still, the only sounds the soft breathing of the three women and the occasional rustle of the sheets as they shift in their sleep. They all sleep soundly, dreaming of the adventures that await them in the Blighted Grove, and the passionate encounters that are sure to follow.