Gobtober: Desert (Patreon)

Still got my Gobtober list going from the first year, and still only got a few of them with actual ideas I like. Traveling a desert’s a lot easy when you’ve got some soaking wet gobussy to keep you company.

I’ve been working on this one in bits and pieces, but it’s a short straightforward gobbo cunnilingus. Just something I’d swing back to whenever I felt like working on something quick and blunt. Had a real busy couple of days/week so I felt like wrapping this up between some short and long-term commission works and a lot of fighty/boxing stuff. Starting to get momentum back as the stress stuff wraps up so should hopefully get you guys a bunch of stuff done this month.

A stone-faced elvish woman stood before the young noble, writing notes onto a scroll. She had skin the shade of dark leather, and was attractive by most standards. A thick scar running between her nose and eye tarnished some opinions on the matter while also showing her experience as a bodyguard and guide.

“Anything else you’ll need for your trip, sir?”

“I’ll need an extra tent. And fresh supplies. It’s a long way across the desert,” Prince Falin explained.

He was a tall, handsome young man with light brown hair. He was a noble but not one to remain spoiled in his palace. He traveled the lands and made an effort to be of service to his people. He was a man of faith as well, and now that he had come of age in his 20s it was traditional for him to make a pilgrimage to the temple of the god Sudein. It was his first time traveling in the desert, so he had enlisted his guide for her expertise.

“And water. I’m sure I’ll need plenty of water in this heat.”

“Even more than you’d expect,” the scarred elf assured.

“If you wish to travel lightly, I’d recommend you bring a goblin with you.”

The noble looked surprised. “And why is that?”

“They are excellent resources in the desert. They deal well with heat, they consume very little food and water, and they are one of the easiest ways to quench your thirst for how much moisture they produce.”

“They CREATE water? You’re sure they’re not just skilled trackers?”

The elf gave him a look as dry and serious as the desert itself.

“Skepticism is a useful tool on the sands, but pride is not. If you are not bound by it, a goblin can save many lives.

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“Ey, bro! Hot one out today, huh?”

Falin rode on his rented mount, one of the dire wolves that the desert residents made good use of. His hired goblin sat in front of him, a short thing just under three feet tall with some long, thick hair the color of dark cherries. Her skin was a pale, tropical shade of green that was slick to the touch like a frog. It must have acted as a natural repellent to the looming sun, because she wore shockingly little. She dressed like a dancer, draped in some thin silks as a simple top and loincloth. A few cheap but flashy beads or bits of shiny metal were attached around its edges, making gently clicking and jingling noises during her more involved movements. She had a slightly soft build, especially around her breasts and hips that stretched her outfit to its revealing limits.

“As I understand, they’re all hot ones in the holy lands.”

Faz broke into a high and rapid giggle. She bent over backward, beaming with a mouth full of sharkish teeth.

“You flatterer you!” she snickered.

Falin just nodded and smiled. He didn’t have much experience dealing with goblins. He had nothing against any race, but goblins seemed quite happy to not be involved in royal affairs. He’d just been given his instructions when he hired her from her practically dressed handler.

Give her anything she asks short of money or food. No harming her at all (unless she asks for that too). And just tell her whenever you’re thirsty.

It didn’t take too long for the last rule to come up. His hat and robes kept away any burning but the heat itself was inescapable. Faz didn’t seem bothered at all, scampering around the dire wolf’s back like a curious chimp.

“I’m starting to get thirsty,” Falin mentioned.

Faz’s long and pointed ears perked up. She clambered to the scruff of fur in front of the prince looking quite pleased with herself.

“I gotcha, boss. I got all you can drink right here.”

Falin thought she was pointing at some hidden pocket rather than her crotch. He was wrong.

His guide climbed up his upper body until she had her legs wrapped around his neck and rested on his shoulders. She flicked aside her loincloth to expose her pussy; a hairless, darker green patch of flesh pressing against his lips. The tart and pungent flavor immediately washed over his senses, especially when her thick juices fell on his tongue. With hardly a word, Faz’ pussy was wetter than an overripe peach.

“What’re you waitin’ for? Drink up,” the goblin offered, grinding her crotch on his face with an experienced gyration of her hips and no small amount of pleasure.

Prince Falin’s mouth shifted out of the surprising contact with her flesh. Her sloppy, thick juices quickly found their way into any crack to fill his mouth. He relented in his startled grimace to let his mouth open further. Her rolling hips immediately thrust up into his tongue, letting out a shrill purr of delight. It was faintly bitter, but mixed with a surprisingly sweet aftertaste that left his tongue flexing and probing around for more. He felt it flick against something firm and fleshy that had its own unique flavor like a bit of sour candy.

“Ooh~! Thirsty boy~!” Faz trilled as she clutched his hair.

“Well suck up as much as ya want, fancypants. I could go gushin’ fa’ days.”

Her thighs latched tighter around his neck. They had a softness that squashed pleasantly around his cheeks like a neck pillow while urging him closer to her crotch. Soon most of his face was buried in her goblin groin, sucking and slurping away as his hungry instincts spurred him on. Her humping hips fucked his face harder to match his enthusiasm.

“Thatta boy! Good boy! Drink up all that slutjuice,” she started to pant, alternately flexing and opening her thighs for him.

Falin smacked his lips inside her loose and leaky pussy. He was starting to realize why the local custom existed. He hadn’t seen her drink a drop since she’d come on the trip but she was soaking his face down to his collar in her abundant arousal. No matter how much he slurped or tongued up from her, the twitching goblin pussy produced more for him to partake in. He found himself obsessing over it in the heat of the moment, nuzzling deeper to breathe in the moist fragrance that was anything besides sand and his own sweat. Her clitoris bloated with excitement against his tongue as she seemed to practically vibrate from the speed at which she was riding his face. The jangling of her peeled side skirt rattled nonstop like music to the prince’s ears.

“Ooh yea! That’s it! Right there! Easy on the switcher!” she rambled as he felt her toes curling against the back of his neck.

Her hips rolling like the dancer she was dressed as as her pussy swallowed up his tongue as much as he gulped down her creamy precum. It dragged her clit across his tongue in wet, firm strokes until she was releasing every breath as a gasp mixed with a cut-off giggle, leaning her palms down on his head breasts rested between them, sliding smoothly across his hair. Her hooked legs pulled on his shoulders to thrust as hard as she could.

“Oh~! OH yea! Lick it up that goober gooch, baby~! Suck up that sludger til there’s nothin’ left~! OHHHH here it comes~! Gettem ready, pinky! Oh BABY, YESSS!”

With a long and final squeal, Faz effectively punched her crotch into the prince’s face. A strong, sour-sweet gush of cum spilled over him, thicker in an almost jelly texture. Faz held onto Falin’s head as tightly as she could, squeaking and twitching as she seemed to empty her pussy for his oral efforts. She gave a listless tremble before she flopped over backward, landing limply in her spot on the dire wolf’s scruff. The beast barely reacted just as Faz seemed to land rather safely for her post-orgasmic bliss. She also didn’t care as her legs remained spread and leaking the mix of the prince’s saliva and (much more of) her own cum. Her plump tits bobbed up and down with her heavy, happy breaths.

“Hoo boy… love ya job and never work a day… or somethin’,” she babbled as her eyelids fluttered.

Falin went to correct her but found himself having to take another swallow. Goblin cum, he learned, certainly stuck to the roof of his mouth while remaining very moist. His recent thirst was quenched and then some, showing no sign of returning any time soon. The flavor lingered on his tongue, so he considered making an excuse to have another drink before then.

“I suppose you goblins are very well equipped to survive in these arid lands,” Falin praised.

He paused to squeeze some of her cum out of his collar, but licked his fingers absentmindedly afterward. The limp goblin shrugged before bouncing back up to a squatting position. The prince found himself admiring the way her breasts squeezed between her arms.

“I guess. Who knows? I’m just always wet as hell, so why not get paid for it?”

“Wise words,” Falin admitted with a shrug and a nostalgic lick of his lips.

“Though tell me, Faz. We hadn’t discussed bedding for the trip. Would you like to share a tent? Safeyt in numbers and all that.”

“Only if you’ll be pluggin’ my sludger ‘til I pass out, yer highness.”

“Then I find your terms quite agreeable.”