A recent mix of commission and Patreon generosity; buyer couldn't afford to finish the story so I tacked on some of my own details and finished it as an advance. Always more stories like this and others at my usual links in my signature. Covers a boy who arrives at an island of tribal goblins who host a tournament in his honor with an unusual prize.
Shane was excited to arrive at the island. Most of all, his mom had been away for months visiting this place. His parents were both archeologists, and he was intent on following in their footsteps some day. He used to stay at home with a nanny, but now that he was older he went traveling with one or the other when they had work to do. His dad had been going through some South American ruins when he was given some time off, which him and Shane both agreed to use to visit Laura.
The other reason was about just where his mother had been assigned. Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic, people had recently discovered a tribe of goblins that had no exposure to the modern world. They hadn't known about electricity, or anything more advanced than a boat or fire, really. They were a fragment out of time, and Laura Austin had volunteered to live among them for the next six months to learn their culture and teach them some better means of survival.
When the small seaplane on the shore of the island, Shane and hopped right out while his dad helped grab their supplies. When his mom approached, it reminded him that archeology was rarely a clean job. She'd only been on the island for two months so far, and while she had standard human shorts and top, the humid air kept her brown hair (just like Shane's) frizzy, sweaty and messy.
"There's my boys!" Laura greeted them with smiles and hugs and kisses before starting to help with the gear as well. She was just as excited to see them, but Shane was eager to see this mysterious tribe that supposedly only a handful of people had seen so far. He had encountered a few goblin girls at school, but never anything more than pairing up for a group project.
They got their welcomes and catching up done as they dragged the equipment along with some sturdy carts and packs. Laura had lots to tell them about as they followed the trail from the sands into the small jungle of the mainland.
"They're really something!" she gushed. "They have such a complex culture going on. I've picked up most of their language, and I think their smarter ones have learned a lot of English. Definitely some touches of European in their speech, possibly Germanic origins." She went over the finer points of their culture and language, and how she thinks it holds some insightful roots on the modern goblin subculture. She even recognized them using "biggum" in their folk tales; a kind of giant in their stories, but also one of many words in the ghetto goblin lingo for humans.
For Shane, reaching the village really was like stepping into another world. They lived in a clearing full of low-roofed huts, just the right size for the three or four foot green folk running around. They all wore primitive clothing, mostly animal skins or leathers wrapped around their hips and chests. Despite their coverings, it was very obvious to Shane that the tribe was mostly female. There were certainly some that sported lengthy beards, but at least ten to one of the tribe sported either huge and out-thrust chests or big jiggling hips that were bigger than half the girls Shane had met.
They certainly drew some attention, getting stares as Laura spoke to them assuringly in their native language. It was a raspy tone, somewhere between German and Scottish with a little extra spit in there for good measure. "Rom brayer scoppa dok. Stoosha 'plane' tob koots en vonder," she told them as they walked by. They dropped off most of the supplies at Laura's camp (a simple tent and the tallest structure in the village) and made their way through the village. Shane watched in wonder at the curvy, slick-skinned little ladies working, giggling or looking right back at them.
Laura finally reached the far side of the village where two goblins clearly stood out. One was a little taller than the rest, if a little chunky and out of shape for a tribal hunter type. He had a short and decorated club, with several black tattoos wrapping around his arms. A few more of other colors went around his neck and dotted his face in select spots.
The one seated next to him was extremely female. She had a giant belly that was too round and dense to be anything but pregnant. In fact, her clothing seemed to be especially skimpy around her midsection as if specifically showing off her stomach. She had similar tattoos on her arm to the male, and a few beaded strings dangled off of her top to slide or tap along her baby belly. Massive tits pushed against her wolfskin top with some stringy black hair resting on her breasts and shoulders.
"Good day!" the bald male greeted them in gravely but fluent English. "Glad you arrived!"
"Thank you, Chief Brogg," Laura said with a polite nod. She gestured to the boys. "This is my family, Todd and Shane. I think I've mentioned them plenty. They've come to visit with me for a while."
The two tattooed figures looked delighted as they grinned at the guests. "That is good!" the female said brightly, and even just the shift in her footing made her milky breasts and watermelon of a belly (in both size and color) jiggle around. "Your... empto?" she asked with her chirped little accent.
"Oh! Yes, Todd is my husband. My mate," Laura assured him. She squeezed his hand and Shane noticed a few of the goblin ladies lose interest in the sight. "We use shiney rings to show our marriage instead of tattoos. We already mated years ago and had Shane." The boy smiled and waved to distract himself from his mom clumsily talking about how he was made.
"Ah, good!" Brogg said rather proudly, like he was glad to have one less male to contend with. "And this is my husband, Keely." The chief gestured towards the pregnant goblin who grinned and tilted a little bit forward. Her belly nearly touched the ground from her small bow, but she still held her gut and straightened back up awkwardly.
"Err, bride," Laura corrected delicately. "Female husbands are brides or wives. Though concubine or mate work as well." She'd fill them in later that goblins got pretty territorial about their mates. The occasional orgy wasn't out of the question when the mood was right, but there was nothing done sexually without the partner's permission.
"Yes! She's a good bride," Bogg confirmed. He sure seemed to like that word. Shane started to wonder if he just thought "good" was a word that just made sentences better when he felt something hit his leg. He looked down and saw a couple of adrogynous little goblin children, barely over a foot tall giggling around his legs. One slapped his knee with the same impact before they scampered away, a larger female shooing them away.
"Sorry! My last batch of babies are very... strong," Keely said as she seemed to struggle with her choice of words a bit more than Boggs' blind confidence. "They are almost three moons old now."
"It's fine," Shane excused, but double taked back to her. "Wait, moons are..."
"Months," Laura said with a small nod. "They're passionate breeders and they grow up quickly. They need to for their environment and short life span, but we're hoping that the new antibiotics and healthier diet will help with that. Oh, right!" She gestured back towards her hut. "I also received more gifts from the human lands, chief. Food and medicine."
"Good!" he barked. "It will make a great feast for the tournament of honors!"
"Goblins have tournaments?" Todd asked curiously, though Shane felt even more interested than ever.
"Yes! Very big ceremony. Proving grounds and honors and good spirits," Boggs assured him. He stepped up and clapped Shane on the arm with a toothy grin. "Best food and treat for our good guests of honor! Very big dinner night, I bet it will be!" For some reason, Boggs... blinked at him. About six times very rapidly in succession. Shane just stared back at him and nodded, assuming that he was trying to wink at him.
The island was a very lively place when Shane was able to stand around and watch it. He imagined that their presence made everyone a bit more excited on top of working on the feast. His parents were helping them hand out the medicine (mostly booster shots and vitamins for the kids) before helping prepare the food. There was some care taken to make sure that it was mainly meat and vegetables, things that they would be used to eating anyway rather than accidentally wipe them out with allergies or a bad reaction to growth hormones. It was adorable to watch Laura help them cook a chicken while the goblin pups kept trying to sneak a bite before it was ready. They had to post one of the female goblins just to swing a spoon and curse at them when they got too close to the fire.
While he was waiting, Shane also found himself being approached by many of the goblin women. They were happy to practice their English on him, and he did his best to be polite in turn and compliment their jewelry or clothing. They would giggle and blush with their strange pinkish-green coloring, but they seemed like they were too shy to actually touch him or reply beyond a quick thanks. That, or there was something holding them back. He did notice that none of the women who approached him had marriage tattoos.
The meal finally started and the humans were served first as the guests of honor. Shane sat at the low table by the chief and his breeder bride eating his surprisingly tasty chicken and flat, chewy bread while the goblins helped themselves, tearing into whatever they had. Some of them went faster than others, and one randomly stood up when she had cleaned her plate. "Objobba!" she declared, getting a few cheers and whistles from the attending crowd.
"First volunteer," Laura translated for her family. More of the goblin girls started to finish up and rose with their hands raised, spouting the same word before trotting over to the far side of the table full of excitement. The girls arrived at the table my one of the tattooed brides and promptly removed their tops, letting their variously big and bouncy tits bounce out into the open air.
"Um... so... topless tournament, huh?" Shane asked, poking at his chicken absentmindedly.
"Mmhm," his mother confirmed, nodding with a mouthful of bread. "Tradition. No weapons either. All their honor duels are done with nothing but a loincloth. It's to test and show the strength and shape of their actual bodies." Shane looked back at the excitedly chatting topless women. He didn't need any competition to tell that the main shape of their bodies was "round and perky." For a bunch of goblins about to compete, they seemed pretty friendly. There was also the fact that his mother wasn't batting an eye at all this. No way would she be so casual about him seeing so many boobs in one day unless the goblins were rubbing off on her.
The tables had been set up with an open space in the middle, which was clearly going to be their battleground. They called a start to their tournament as soon as they had eight. It was a gathering of what seemed to be nothing but single female goblins, "more tradition" by what his mom said. They were all cute or sexy in their own right as the first few were called in. Each of the fights started when one of the burlier males present shouted each of their names and clapped his hands, in this case Neesha and Veck.
Neesha was one of the bigger women there. She didn't seem to be particularly old, but she had broad shoulders and equally bulky breasts and round belly. A mop of stringy purple hair fell just past her shoulders and right above the specks and spots that marked her cleavage.
Veck on the other hand was short with a big shaggy mass of pink hair that hung over her eyes. She was fairly toned, making her look built like a monkey instead of a child at her size. Her lean muscle still held up a healthy and perky pair of tits with upturned nipples.
The fight itself was quick but frantic. The friendly air seemed to have quickly passed, even if the girls kept smiling or laughing when they ended up with the upper hand. Veck threw some wild punches and kicks into Neesha's tits and belly, but the bulkier goblin managed to shrug them off. She caught Veck by the hair and tossed her halfway across the arena, letting her head bounce off of one of the tables. The crowd just laughed at the show, and Veck got up without so much as a bruise. Shane always did hear that something about goblin skin and muscles stretched very easily, making them able to soak up a real beating.
Neesha snatched up Veck as she rose, wrapping her long and beefy arm around her neck. The smaller one clawed and kicked around until she bit into Neesha's thumb. The bigger girl yelped, letting her go as Veck swept the legs out from under her with a low kick. The big goblin landed on her wide bottom, but the disadvantage didn't last long. Veck threw herself right into Neesha in an attempt to pin her, but the strong arms scooped up the incoming pink goblin and body slammed her into the dirt. The crowd of rowdy goblins hooted and pumped their fists as Neesha's huge and sweaty tits squished down on Veck's. The little goblin squirmed around and clawed at the dirt, but she finally beat her fist on the ground until the male goblin gave another booming clap of his paws. That was apparently a surrender, as Neesha stood back up and flexed her chubby arms. She grinned widely, flashing her teeth to her audience and opponents before winking towards Shane. He blushed and tried to distract himself from her massive boobs with a drink of his juice.
Skak and Kess were called out next, two that might have been sisters by Shane's guess. They were both of fairly standard builds (which was to say about 3'3" with E cups) with straight hair of a candle apple color. Skak seemed a little more energetic, bouncing in place so that her breasts and booty wobbled all around. Kess was more focused, and set apart by a colorful braid woven into the hair just next to her eye.
With another clap, they didn't bother with strategy and charged right into each other. Their tits clashed before anything else, making them bounce back a half-step before they could grab onto each other again. They kicked at each other's feet until they went tumbling into the dirt, starting to kick, push and grab at anything they could reach. Shane would later notice that despite their rolling around in the dirt, their sweat seemed to be oily enough to keep it from clinging to their skin. For now, his mind was already far too busy processing what was happening in front of him.
Skak pulled on Kess' hair, but the other redhead bit into her breast. Her sharp little fangs didn't break the skin, but Skak still squealed as the bite stretched out her mammary. Skak spent a while stuck underneath her sister before she kicked her stubby legs upward, flipping her over and back into the dirt. Kess barely rolled onto her hands and knees when Skak sat on her back, lifted her loincloth and started spanking her ass repeatedly. Kess kicked and squealed, but she couldn't get loose before her jiggling ass started turning pink from her sister's spanking. She bit her lip and thumped her fist, surrendering to Skak. The next big clap came as the perkier sister leapt to her feet. She jumped up and down with a big smile and bigger boobs bouncing up and down as she waved at Shane.
"They sure are looking at me a lot, aren't they?" Shane asked his mom as he politely joined in the rest of the applauding crowd.
"We ARE the guest of honor," his mom explained. "And that means they want to give you a show as the only unwed member of our clan."
"Wait... this is some kind of wife tournament?!"
"Oh, no! It's just a show. Like a war dance or a mating ritual. They can't MAKE you marry anyone." Shane calmed down a bit, but it certainly did put a new spin on things to know that they were basically fighting for him.
Their referee shouted for Ohmwa and Tarori next. Ohmwa was one of the thinner goblins of her age, her skin a common tropical green and her long blue hair tied into a long and messy braid that stopped just past her narrow waist (and above her bubble butt). Tarori's skin was a darker shade of green like old moss. Her pink hair was sheared close to her skull and a shiny silver tooth between her pouty lips. With the first clap, Tarori tried to pounce as quickly as she could. She was dodged and shoved down by Ohmwa, the blue-haired goblin quickly grabbing and pulling back on her arms.
Tarori shouted something angrily in goblish as she tried to pull free, but Ohmwa looked like she had it in the bag right away. The pink one was bigger and angrier, but Ohmwa looked like actually knew what she was doing. She trapped Tarori's arms under her armpits and reached over her to slap her breasts around, the crowd laughing at their immense jiggling. Tarori snarled and rolled over, trying to reverse the trapping hold, but Ohmwa just countered that too. She let go and cut loose so that when Tarori landed on her back, she could easily swing back around and drop her plump hips onto the darker goblin's face. Ohmwa smiled and posed from her position on top, toying with her breasts and clearly making eyes at Shane. The other goblin struggled beneath her, refusing to give up until she finally fell limp. Whether she was passed out or just exhausted, the ending clap declared it the end of things. Ohmwa climbed back to her feet and gave a low bow towards Shane.
"I mate for you!" she called cheerily in her accented English. A quick blush went across her cheeks before she hurried off to her waiting spot.
In their last fight of the round, Zemma was tall, slim and scrappy. The short-haired goblin girl throwing punches at the air before things started. Spo was much more subdued, a shorter and curvier goblin with jet black hair tied in two pigtails. Her small size just made her big, perky tits stand out that much more, just as her dark hair stood out on her rather fair green skin like the inside of a cucumber. Zemma came out throwing frantic punches, but the smaller girl almost lazily dodged around them. When Zemma leaned too far into a punch, Spo buried her nails into her attacker's breasts. Zemma stopped to shriek in surprise, but Spo didn't hesitate to leap up and headbutt her right in the jaw. Zemma instantly crumbled to the ground, groaning dizzily but not making any other signs that she was getting up.
The audience blew up at that, roaring and clapping at the easy knockout. She didn't celebrate much, but she flashed Shane a big, toothy grin before sticking out a long, purple tongue and trotting back outside the ring.
"There's some pretty cute ones here, aren't there?" Shane's dad mentioned casually. Shane bit his lip thoughtfully, but didn't answer as he just tried to keep his erection hidden under their table.
The next round saw Neesha fighting Ohmwa and Kess against Spo. Neesha was clearly bigger and stronger, but the blue-braided goblin knew to move and attack quickly. Ohmwa kept tripping and smacking the chubbier goblin to make her keep jiggling throughout the fight. Neesha finally got a big hand around the end of Ohmwa's braid, and Shane though that would end it. It sort of did as Ohmwa doubled back around and looped her hair around the (relatively) big girl's neck and used it to choke her out until she tapped.
Spo and Kess locked up quickly and went tumbling around the ground. Kess showed herself to be the better wrestler and wound up sitting on Spo's face just like her sister. The difference this time was that Spo wasn't afraid to use her teeth and bit into Kess' plump green ass. The redhead leapt off with a startled shriek and a laugh from the crowd, and Spo went right after her. She pinned Kess down on her stomach and reached around for another painful hold. By the way her hands went under Kess' loincloth, she was clearly squeezing her by the pussy until she tapped out as well.
Apparently, Shane's mate was to be either Spo or Ohmwa. Their host called out the pale and toothy goblin and the blue-braided one, and the audience was already thrilled. Their judge held out his hands a moment, but then looked at Shane. The rest of the crowd's eyes followed. He held up his hands indicatively until Shane got the message and clapped his hands instead. The audience cheered and the last contest for his mating rights began.
Even the two most patient girls in the tournament were eager to get at each other. Spo landed several jiggle-inducing slaps to Ohmwa's chest before she blitzed past her pesky attacks and tackled her to the ground. Ohmwa grabbed Spo's hair and shoved her face into the dirt, but she recalled her hand in time to avoid the brunette's snapping teeth. It still gave the quiet Spo enough leverage to roll over and kick Ohmwa in the belly. The blue-haired goblin fell onto her ass with a grunt as Spo followed her down, grabbing and pulling on her ears. Ohmwa squealed in pain as the rest of her body jiggled around from the pulling, but she grabbed Spo by her ears in return and pulled her down into a headbutt.
Spo saw stars as she went staggering back, and Ohmwa gave a quick rub of her ears before charging after. She socked Spo with a hook that brought her to her knees, but the slimmer brunette dug her nails into Ohmwa's chubby thighs and drove her head into her stomach. Ohmwa grunted again, but rather than fall she swung her shoulders. Her pendulous breasts swung and smacked Spo across the face, knocking her to the ground struck silly. Ohmwa pulled off her loincloth and shoved it into Spo's mouth, leaving the brunette gagged by the smell of her hips. The crowd was loving it, and even Shane was leaning forward in excitement when Ohmwa sealed the deal. She sat right on Spo's nose, facing Spo's top and the main dining table as she started to grind. Ohmwa bit her lip and clearly put on a bit of a show as she humped her rival's face. It was equal parts an act of dominance and a suggestive promise to her future mate as she rubbed her snatch on her defeated foe as if she were her lover. Spo squirmed and pushed, but with the gag securely in her mouth, she finally lacked enough air to keep thrashing. She fell limp and their referee clapped once again.
"Congratulations!" Chief Brogg said proudly. "She's a good one. Very fertile. You can smell it on her."
"Uh... thanks," Shane replied with a cautious smile. Ohmwa pulled her loincloth back out of Spo's mouth and fit it back on, ignoring the mess of her spit that darkened its color. "So what does that mean, exactly? I'm not sure my mom understands..."
"Oh, she's yours!" Brogg said, grinning with some chicken between his teeth. "If you accept her offer, she's bound to you for life. Always there at your side to accept your..." Brogg made a concerning gesture with his fist that made Shane blush. Fortunately, he reached out and grabbed his own mate's hand in his and lifted it while she was in mid-bite. "Hand! That's the word! "
Shane started to ask about if he said no... but he didn't. He glanced back out at the makeshift arena by the fire where Ohmwa smiled and waved back at him. She didn't seem to care that her slightly bruised tits were still exposed to everyone, but then again neither did most of the goblins. He didn't want to be rude to his hosts, after all.. not after all the progress his mother had made.
That was his excuse, anyway. Ohmwa approached him immediately and sat next to him at the main table. With the taller seat, her breasts had to rest on the table just to see over it. She kept smiling at Shane and nuzzling his arm affectionately, which was a lot less than he understood urban goblin girls went for. He played online with a guy who mentioned that he's had to stop his gobfriend from sucking him off in public. The beaming, blushing goblin might have been topless, but the most intrusive she got with him was offering him her hair. She took her thick blue braid and kept holding it out for him. Shane nodded in approval before he actually got the point and held it for her. She wouldn't stop giggling and squirming while he did it, all while trying to keep her head steady for him.
"Hair's a very big deal to their tribe," his mom explained as if it was all perfectly natural. "It's probably all very intimate for her. They seem to associate the hair with the soul, and the color and length is supposed to be very telling of your personality. Almost like a fortune or a star sign."
"Huh. Well... it's very nice," Shane managed to tell his new mate. "Very pretty."
Ohmwa gave a long and shrill squeal of delight as she bounced in her seat, making the braid bounce in his hands. "Shane has very pretty," she replied in her same accented English. She had been too excited to say much before that, but it made him blush to see the orange-eyed shortstack staring up at him. He didn't have the heart to correct her.
There wasn't much more to do that night besides eat and drink, but Ohmwa stayed glued to his side. Just like Brogg had mentioned, she was always in arm's reach. She was at a height where she could nuzzle her face against his hand like a large and needy dog expecting to be pet, and she seemed delighted when he did just that and scratched her scalp. As the darkness really sank in on the island a few guards stayed up to tend the fires and watch for wild animals. The rest of the goblins started to go off to their huts when the pups started to yawn, herding them into their communal beds made of piles of furs and donated human clothing. There were two tents for the humans, and Shane held his breath to see if one was for the boys... but his parents took one for share. He had one to himself... or more accurately, for him and Ohmwa.
The little green cutie followed him close enough that he couldn't even have considered closing the zipper on her. Ohmwa smiled and for the first time in his life, Shane was left alone with a topless girl. "So... Ohmwa. It's... been great to meet you. And talk with you." She smiled and nodded excitedly. "And you're uh... still really pretty." His eyes darted down to her chest and she somehow smiled even wider. "So... what do you think will happen between us? I'm still new here..." He was stalling. Trying to avoid the obvious statement here.
"I am... court," she said with her clumsy tongue. "Follow and loyal all over. Keep tight and happy. Hope... ah, hope big! Hope big good family! Lot baby. Lot of humpy fuck." Of course she would know those words perfectly... but Shane was falling harder for her by the moment, and she looked so cute as she tried to explain herself between the language barrier and her sudden shyness in being alone with her mate at last.
"I think... yea. That would be really great. I don't know if I can give you all of that, but I'd be glad to have you as my mate." He broke into a grin and nodded. "With lots of humpy fuck."
"Humpy fuck!" Ohmwa hopped up and down with glee. She'd have hit her head on the roof of the tent if she were fully human-sized, but instead she just left her breasts and braid bouncing up and down so hard that he thought that either one was going to smack her in the face. "Whenny whenny?!"
"I guess, uh, now? Please?" Shane smiled awkwardly while Ohmwa was simply beaming ear to ear. She stepped in between his legs and started to kiss him while they were fairly level with each other. She seemed just as inexperienced as he was, considering how she kept her mouth wide open and smacked her lips together on his closer to a dog than a real kiss, but she had far more confidence and enthusiasm for it than he did. At least, overt enthusiasm, because her shifting feet kept brushing up against Shane’s erection like she was reminding him of his own lust.
He held her by the hands to try to keep her steady. The curvy little goblin calmed down a little, licking his lips in a distinctly canine fashion. He urged her back enough to undress himself, but she kept latching onto him in the middle of the process. She couldn't wait long enough for his shirt to come completely off before she hugged his chest and kissed at his neck. He had to gently pry her off again to get his short and boxers off, but she had already scampered behind him to scratch his back and sniff his hair. He had barely gotten his shorts to his ankles when she sniffed the air more eagerly and hurried back to his front. He wasn't even sure she saw his cock before she dropped onto her stomach and stuffed it into her mouth.
Shane gasped and tensed up as her tight and wet little mouth latched onto his tender dick, her narrow tongue slithering around it tasting it curiously. Her big orange eyes blinked up at him playfully, clearly pleased with the results of her mouthful of cock. He ran a hand through her braid, petting her as the only form of real praise he could think of in his mindlessly aroused state. She let out a shrill little purr that made Shane simply collapse back onto his bedding. He kept a nearly limp hand against her head, scratching and petting her scalp lazily. It felt like she was sucking his brain right out of his cock with her curious and vibrating tongue. "You are very good with humpy fuck," Shane admitted quietly.
His petting praise clearly stroked Ohmwa's ego. She kept up her cooing, bobbing her head slowly side to side to add an extra bit of tugging to Shanes shaft. It was something his mother would later explain as a "mating song," a combination of ritual and foreplay to charm the male and make sure they were as hard and ready as they could be. Shane was a man of limited experience, but he had to say that Ohmwa did that just perfectly.
Ohmwa finally detached her lips from his wet cock. She beamed widely, her lips visibly wet with drool and precum. "Big tasty," she said in her fumbled English before breaking into an eager giggle. She rolled backward, laying on her back and raising her thick and strong little legs. Her loincloth flopped to the side, baring her hairless and plump pussy in a blatant offering. Her slit was parted open in her current position, wider and wetter than Shane had expected from one of her size. She groped and bounced her hefty breasts, presumably in another display of her fertile and motherly build. Shane couldn't refuse such an invitation.
He mounted Ohmwa, who squealed with glee before he was even inside her. The goblin's toes curled, rubbing against his arms as he braced himself above her. shane tried to line himself up properly to get inside her but her hips lifted off the ground and practically slammed her pussy onto his shaft to do the work for him. From there, all he had to do was thrust, which lifted those voluptuous hips of hers right off the ground. Her back arched and she let out a shrill cry that made Shane stop halfway inside of her.
"Are you okay?" he asked carefully, but Ohmwa started to claw at his arms like she was trying to pull him closer.
"No hurt! Good screamy!" she insisted as she wiggled her hips, grinding against him until she was forcing him deeper inside. "Go farther humpy. Big inside!"
Her horny pleas got through to Shane as he thrust in deeper. Her hips would curve subtly, guiding him slightly but letting him stay in control. Her little green body squished slightly beneath him, but she never showed signs of pain or distress. Her eyes stayed wide and her mouth slightly open, as if in utter awe of Shane like he was some kind of demigod.
"So biggy," she whispered once he had eased most of the way inside of her. "So deep woomy."
"I hope that's good," Shane said breathlessly. Her slit was incredibly wet all the way down, full of her juices that acted like a warm and oily lubricant. He was taking his time to go in, but every inch was a euphoric surge. He was amazed at how deep it went into the little woman, and by the time he was fully sheathed inside her, he was leaning right over her staring face.
"So goody, husband," Ohmwa whispered, her warm breath teasing Shane's lips. "Fit big perfect, yes?"
"Yea," Shane panted, his mouth watering at the pungent smell of her breath and sweat. Her braid was coiled up behind her like a natural pillow, as if she belonged on her back like this. Ohmwa must have seen the lust and admiration in his eyes as she smiled wide enough to bare a few of her fangs. She tensed her shoulders to push her big, squishy breasts firmly against his chest.
"Make pretty babies," she whispered as if this were the most erotic thing she could imagine. She kissed his mouth gently but hungrily, getting Shane to sart thrusting rhymthically into her. "Mate big happy pile of pups. Cummy tummy get so big and happy 'til full of family. Makey so happy, husband..."
Her body pushed into him harder as he went on pumping her pussy. He felt something brush against his cockhead. It was small and firm, but it made her emit a loud, almost pig-like squeal. Her pussy started to clench around him and throb like a pulse as her claws dug into his arms and her legs instinctively hooked around his thighs to keep hm inside. He had found her clitoris, or whatever goblins had instead. No wonder they were so desperate for human men; goblin males could get the job done, but it wouldn't be as enjoyable with their real sweet spots buried that far out of reach.
Ohmwa's dirty talk about cum and family was gone by that point. "YESSY! YESSY!" she squeaked loudly, hammering her hips into him as hard as she could. He did his best to match her pace, but she kept switching between big, heavy strokes and rapid little rabbit humps. They had enough wetness and friction going that there was an audible slurping sound from between her legs, plunging through her soaking hole and fucking her senseless as he pushed her elusive little bud of flesh. Ohmwa could barely bring herself to blink, yammering out nonsensical grunts and gasps as her hands and legs tensed like iron that would never let him go. He couldn't imagine lasting any longer, emptying his balls into her and flooding her deep depths with his seed. It made her body shake and rock like a living jackhammer, pumping his cock with all she had like she needed it to live. "CUMMY CUMMY CUMMY CUMMY!" she chanted with a childish greed as her breasts flopped like wild, trying to keep up with her momentum as a warm, thick, semi-translucent green paste of her own squirted over his cock and thighs.
Shane had finished his own orgasm while Ohmwa kept shivering and twitching around his cock. It worked a few more drops out of him (whether intentional or not) before the sweaty green woman slumped into the bedding beneath him. She hadn't even bothered to undo her loincloth in the entire time they had been mating together. She had apparently been just as caught up in the moment as he was.
"Lovey," she muttered, nuzzling against his neck. Her legs had pulled back from their hooked position, but she didn't want or hadn't bothered to remove herself from his softening cock, letting it slide slowly out of her as it retreated.
"I love you too, Ohmwa," Shane sighed. It was rash and silly, he knew, but there wasn't anything wrong with her at all. She was cute, sexy, loyal... what wasn't to like? His goblin bride's toes curled against his thighs as she squealed with glee, bouncing in place beneath him. Shane shivered from that as the humping gesture made his tender cock twitch uncomfortably until he pulled back out of her. "I know the plans are for me to leave the island after a couple days," he mentioned. "But the chief said you would be mine... and I could be yours..."
Ohmwa nodded, finally sitting herself up. She looked at him with her big eyes and big smile as she took his hand in between hers. "I can follow my mate," she assured him. "I will be brave and loyal wife." She licked his hands and snuggled up against his chest, so Shane hugged her tightly to him and laid down with her for bed.
"And hump every night, kiss every morning, yes?" Ohmwa added hopefully.
"Yea, that works," Shane conceded before the newlyweds drifted off to sleep. They were exhausted, and they had a plane to catch in a couple of days.
