>>5154373When the kiss is broken, the greenish eyes which meet yours are still filled with suspicion.
“I’m not just gonna’ drop the subject lickety-spit because you gave me a smooch, you… You…”
“Occultissst,” you admit.
“Yeah!” Zi exclaims, pointing accusatorily. “That! You’re one of them demon-botherers, just bringing trouble down on us! I bet you even summoned the sulphuric son-of-a-bitch that almost ate me!”
It’s not THAT far from the truth, but there are other aspects of the situation which, by strategically admitting to, and help exonerate you.
“It’s not that simple,” you say. “I didn’t summon it, and I genuinely did come here to prevent the hellhound from causssing anyone further trouble… At the behessst of my new employer, who wantss me to bring it back.”
It’s close enough to the actual events, you rationalize. Zi, however, doesn’t accept this as a suitable excuse.
“So you’re just dragging all of us greenskins into your big dumb turf war with the occultists whose operation you burned down last time—is that it?” She scoffs, turning away and crossing her arms. “I oughtta’ turn you in, get myself a heap of gold and some kind’ve amnesty while I still can.”
You reach out, cupping her face and bringing Zi’s eyes back to yours.
“But you haven’t yet,” you say, “and you won’t, or you wouldn’t have said anything. You’d be gone by now.”
Zi stares at you in furious silence at being found out…
>19But her expression melts as you caress her cheek, her chin, her earlobes, and finally slide your fingers into her bird’s nest of hair. When next you kiss, she wraps her around you as far as they can, and the goblin and returns to embrace with equal enthusiasm. Before long, both her hands and yours are moaning one another’s bodies, and she is laying atop you.
“You’ve been a great help,” you whisper into her oversized, pointed ear. “I think you dessserve a reward.”
“Uh, so what happened to…” Zi begins to ask. “How are we supposed to… I’ve never been with like, a WOMAN woman.”
‘On it!’ Irinnile says quickly.
“An ability attained through my sstudiess,” you explain, “iss the pleassure demon bound to me… One who grantsss me the ability to shapeshift.”
“What do you—WOAH!”
Zi stares down at the sexual organ is even now growing from where your more traditionally-female genitalia was a moment ago. She stares with morbid (and ravenous) fascination as it takes form before her very eyes. You have to admit, the sight is… Novel for you, too, and the sensations are still quite unusual.
“Well hell’s bells,” Zi says, sliding down and licking her lips with eyes as hungry as that of the hellhound’s own. “Maybe demons aren’t all bad, huh?”
