A Goblin, death and sex

The air in the Goblin's Den reeked of cheap ale and unclean flesh. Garret pinched his nose shut as he stepped inside, his boots sticking to the grimy floor with every step. It was a dive, even for red-light district, but his coin pouch was thin, and his options were slimmer than the waist of a trophy wife. Then, according to the given notes of said attendant, he was in one of the back rooms, and surveyed the sight before him.

She sat on a stool, legs crossed in an attitude of superiority that didn't quite suit a place like this. Her skin was a pale green, smooth, her sharp features were nearly. beautiful, if such a word could be used to describe a goblin. Her hair was a tangled black mess, pulled back into a loose bun, and her scarlet eyes blazed with disdain as she looked about.

Garret hesitated. She was. beautiful, no doubt, but there was something in her attitude that shouted trouble. But he was desperate, and she was the only one who didn't appear to be going to chew his ear off when he was fucking her. He moved towards her cautiously, warily, his stomach performing a nervous tap dance as her eyes met his.

"Finally," she cursed, her voice bitter and raspy. "I thought I'd be here all night for someone with half a brain to show up."

Garret clenched his teeth. _'Great. She's a charmer.'_ "I'm here for a woman," he told her, his tone tight. "And I guess I got you.".

She raised an eyebrow, a smile on her face, pride infusing every word. "Well, you're in luck that you've got the best of them here. Her name is Leez. And you'll be paying extra.".

He scowled. "Extra for what?

"For _me_ to tolerate _you,_ " she said, arching an eyebrow. "Now, are we going to get this over with or not? I don't have all night."

Garret's patience was wearing thin, but he nodded. "Fine. Let's go.".

He followed her up a groaning staircase to a tiny room with a narrow bed and a single candle. Leez didn't waste any time, shoving him onto the bed and sitting on him with a practiced ease. She leaned forward, her breath searing his ear. "Don't get any ideas, human. This is a transaction, nothing more."

He opened his lips to respond, but she silenced him with a rough kiss, her pointed teeth nipping his lip. Her hands probed his chest, tugging at his clothing with jerky fingers. Garret tried to focus, to allow himself to get lost in the moment, but her relentless stream of insults and demands made that impossible.

"You're _so_ slow," she complained, moving back to glare at him. "Do I have to do everything myself?"

Garret's fists clenched. "Perhaps if you would just keep your mouth shut for five seconds.".

"Oh, boo hoo," she interrupted, rolling her eyes. "You're lucky I'm here. Most men wouldn't even _look_ at a goblin, but you? You're desperate."

His rage blazed, quick and fierce. "_You're_ insufferable."

She laughed, a harsh, mocking laugh. "And yet, here you are. Face it, human. You need me more than I need you."

Something inside him broke. He didn't even have time to think before his arms were wrapped around her neck, his hands crushing her. Her eyes widened in shock, her hands clenching his arms, but he didn't let her go. He couldn't. The pressure built inside his chest until it was about to explode, and then-

_Crack._

Her body relaxed, her head thudding to the side. Garret stood, his arms trembling, his hands still clasped around her neck. His brain caught up with reality at last _'What have I done?'_. He let go of her, and she fell to the ground. Panic raged through him, but it was rapidly overpowered by a cold, strange calm. He stood up, his brain spinning. He couldn't be here. He had to get out. But first…

He shoved the door open and discovered the attendant in the corridor. "She's… dead," Garret stated, his tone flat.

The attendant raised an eyebrow, then almost laughing. "Finally, someone did. She's been asking for it for years."

Garret blinked. "You're not... worried?

The attendant shrugged. "She was a pain in the ass. We'll leave her body in the alley, let the rats eat. You'll have to cover damages, though.".

Garret nodded, his mind reeling. "How much?"

The attendant named a price, and Garret paid readily. Then, without knowing what he was doing, he added, "Can I have the body?

The attendant frowned. "Why?"

Garret hesitated, and then replied, "Sentimental value."

The attendant laughed. "Okay. But it will cost you.".

A few more coins were expended, and Garret was heading out of the Goblin's Den with Leez's dead body slung over his shoulder. The streets were empty, the moon creating shadows as he made his way back to his isolated house. His mind was in a whirl, but one thing was certain: he wasn't done with her _yet_.

He laid her body on the floor of his workshop, amidst the tools of his former trade. The air was thick with the scent of incense and herbs as he began the ritual, his hands moving through the steps with practiced ease. The words of power pouring from his lips, and the room humming with energy.

When he finished, there was silence, and then Leez's body jerked. Her eyes flew open, with an unearthly light in them, and she sat up, stiff and unnatural in her movements. She stared at him blankly.

"Leez," Garret instructed, his tone firm. "You belong to me now. You will obey me. Do you comprehend?"

She nodded slowly, her red eyes locked onto his. "Yes, master."

He smiled, a dark satisfaction settling over him. "Good. Now, get on all fours.".

She obeyed numbly, her body going rigid as she leaned out on the floor. Garret stepped in closer, breathing erratically. "Spread your ass."

Once again, she complied, her dead body contorting to his will. his gaze fixed on hers, observing as she parted her legs slightly, her buttocks open to him.

He grinned, his cock hardening in lust. He could do anything he wanted to her now. He unbuckled his trousers, his passion rising as he gazed at her. She was his now. No longer commands, no longer taunts. Only submission.

"You're mine," he snarled, his tone low and sinister. "All mine."

He knelt behind her, his hands on her hips as he settled at her entrance. He entered slowly, enjoying the tightness of her cold, dead skin. He groaned, his head dropping back as he started to move, each movement sending a shiver of delight through him. He didn't care that she didn't react, didn't moan or squirm. This was all about him. About his control.

"My fucking toy," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Just mine."

He gripped her hips harder, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he thrust deeper into her. Flesh collided with flesh, his harsh breathing, as he felt himself becoming harder. Pressure in his groin grew stronger. He did not want to pull out, did not want to stop. He wanted to fill her, claim her as his.

With a soft groan, he slid into her, his body jerking back in response as he ejaculated inside her. He stayed there for a second, his cock still deeply embedded inside her, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't done.

He pulled back, watching as his cum began to drip from her now empty ass. He smiled, a distorted sense of accomplishment coursing through him. She was his now. His to do with whatever he pleased. He grabbed at her shoulder, rolling her back over. Her lifeless eyes stared up at him, her expression blank.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his tone filled with black passion.

Leez's mouth had dropped open right away, and Garret loomed over her. He jerked a few times, his dick already half-hard once more. He wasn't done with her.

He thrust into her mouth, grunting at the feel of her cold lips closing around him. He took hold of the back of her head, thrusting himself deeper into her throat. She did not gag, did not struggle. She simply stayed there, completely submissive. The thought made him even more hard.

That's all," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Take it.".

He began to push, his hips pumping as he fucked her mouth. He looked at her, his eyes locked on hers, as her lifeless body swallowed all he gave her. He felt himself coming again, the pressure in his groin mounting. He did not stop, did not try to. He wanted to fill her stomach with his cum.

With a low grunt, he came again, his body trembling as he ejaculated into her mouth. He pulled back, watching his cum stream from her mouth, down her chin. He grinned, a dark satisfaction flowing through him. She was his now. _Totally his._

But he wasn't done yet.

He leaned back and reached for her, taking her by the legs and pulling her over onto the floor beside the bed. He stood between her knees, his cock already starting to harden. He didn't know how much more he had in him, but he didn't care. He wanted to use her. To take whatever he could from her.

He thrust into her again, hissing with pleasure as he felt her tightness close around him. He didn't care that she wasn't responding, didn't care that she was dead. Her hole was tight, and she was his, that's all that matters.

"You're mine," he snarled, his voice low and raspy. "All fucking mine."

He pushed himself deeper into her, his hips slamming into hers each time he thrust in. He was near, could feel himself getting to his climax, the divine sensation of an orgasm building in his groin. He did not want to pull out, did not want to waste his cum. He wanted to fill her pussy and have it spilling over.

With a groan that was barely audible, he came again, his body shuddering as he ejaculated inside of her. He lingered for a moment, his cock buried deep within the clutches of her pussy, his heart pounding in his chest. He _still_ wasn't done. Not yet.

He withdrew, observing his semen seep from her dead body. He smiled, a sickly sensation of satisfaction washing over him. She was his now. His to do with as he wished.

Garret's eyes wandered over Leez's still form, his mind already racing with possibilities. She belonged to him, his creation, his slave, his plaything. But he wanted more. He wanted to see everything there was to see on her, to know the limits of what he could do to her dead body. His eyes rested on her head, her hair matted and tangled from his previous brutality. A terrible thought began to seep into his mind, and he felt the thrill of excitement.

He stood, leaving her sprawled on the bed, her arms and legs splayed and her eyes blankly gazing up at the ceiling. He walked over to the little table where he stored his tools, things he hadn't touched since he had apprenticed as a necromancer. His fingers passed over the coldness of a hammer and a chisel, and he shivered with anticipation. He picked up the tools and walked back over to the bed, his movements calculated, his breathing shallow with desire.

Leez didn't flinch as he crouched next to her, her chest unmoving and her flesh icy to the touch. Garret's own hands trembled as he pressed the chisel against the edge of her skull, above the ear. He hesitated, his own heart thumping against his chest. Then, steadying himself, he drew back the hammer and let it descend with a soft _thud_.

The cacophony of sound was nauseating, but Garret hardly registered it. His mind was entirely on the job in front of him. He pounded and pounded on her skull, the bone splintering and cracking under the weight of the device. He worked systematically, his movements precision, until he finally succeeded in prying open a small opening along the side of her head. He set down the instruments, his hands now smeared in a gummy mixture of blood and shards of bone.

Garret's breath stopped as he looked down into the pit, the soft, gray brain tissue exposed. Garret extended a hand, his fingers trembling as he touched the cold, damp tissue. A low groan slipped from his lips, and he felt himself grow hard. He leaned over her, his cock already hard and aching with need.

He guided himself to the hole, the tip of his cock against the exposed brain. He hesitated a moment, his heart racing, and then he eased himself in slowly. The sensation was one he had never felt before, warm, wet, and incredibly tight. He groaned, his hands on her shoulders to guide him as he plunged deeper.

"Oh, _fuck_," he groaned, his voice trembling with pleasure. He withdrew a little, then thrust forward again, feeling the yielding soft flesh around him. The noises were sloppy and squelching, and there was the reek of blood and rot in the air, but Garret didn't mind. He was absorbed in the feeling, his thoughts taken up with the sick, perverse erotism of it.

He fucked her head slowly, intently, looking at her dead face. Her face did not change, her eyes empty as they gazed up at him, but he did not care. She belonged to him, and he could do as he pleased to her. He caressed her, his hand skimming down the side of her cheek, and he felt the spark of possessiveness.

"You're _mine_," he panted, his voice a low, sex-thick murmur. "Fucking _mine_. A fucking fleshlight. Brains, holes, everything, a sleeve for my cock."

He quickened his strokes, his thrusts more urgent, more frantic. The squelching sounds filled the room, and Garret's moans grew louder, more frantic. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his body tensing tighter and tighter by the second. He gripped her shoulders with every ounce of strength he had, his nails digging into the chill of her skin as he fucked her furiously.

And then, with a deep groan, he came, his cock thumping as he ejaculated deep into her head. He sagged forward, his breathing coming in rough gasps, his body shaking from the strength of his orgasm. He remained like that for an instant, his cock still planted in her, before he withdrew at last.

Garret sat back on the bed, his chest moving up and down as he looked up at the ceiling. He could feel the sweat evaporating from his body, his heart still racing from the intensity of what he had just done. He rolled his head to the side, his eyes finding Leez's unconscious form.

Her head was a tangled mess of blood and bone, the wound he had made still gaping. But she was still there, still his. He bent forward, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek, and he felt gratification.

"You're perfect," he panted, his voice gentle but unyielding. "Just perfect.". He rested there for a moment, soaking in the light, before finally sitting up. He gazed down at Leez's body, his mind already spinning with ideas of what he could do next. He had barely even started to consider the possibilities, and he was already looking forward to seeing how far he could take her, and himself.

Garret got up, his legs still shaking, and walked over to the small tub of water he had in the corner. He splashed water on his face and hands, the cold water clearing his mind. Then he walked back to the bed, his eyes landing on Leez's still body. He dropped to his knees beside her, his fingers tracing over the cavity he had created in her skull. He could sense the texture of her brain, the soft flesh still wet and pulpy. A surge of excitement ran through him, and his cock twitched with new interest. But he needed to do better, so much better. He leaned forward, his gaze fixed on her white face. So much more he could do to her, so much more he could do with her. And he was going to do them all.