Chapter 16 – Relative Freedom
A week had passed since the goblin had been untied.
She did not flee immediately.
In the first days she remained leaning against the farthest wall of the cave, knees against her chest, green eyes following every movement of him and of Luna. She ate the raw or roasted meat he left at a safe distance. She drank the water from the stone container. She did not speak. She did not approach. She only observed, her body always tense, ready to react.
Luna tolerated her with coldness.
The white serpent kept a clear distance. Whenever the goblin moved too much toward the exit or the Mana Well, a low hiss served as a warning. The intention that reached him was constant:
*She can stay. But away from me.*
He accepted.
The main focus continued to be the magic core.
Every day he entered the Mana Well and worked on compressing the Pink Mist. The absorption of small fragments of cores from common prey was no longer enough. Now he tried to force the gaseous mana to truly densify. The process was slow, painful and left the body excessively hot. The lust came in waves difficult to control. Luna was always present to relieve the excess. Her mouth had become precise and addicted. She swallowed everything with growing hunger and then coiled around him until the balance returned.
The goblin watched in absolute silence.
On the eighth day she stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave. She stood still for long minutes looking at the forest. The wind stirred her black and dirty hair. Luna raised her head. He interrupted the training. The goblin did not run. After a while she returned inside and sat in the same corner as always.
She still had not fled.
That night, after hunting and eating, Luna approached with clear intention. He received her near the fire. The serpent swallowed the cock with deliberate slowness, the throat working in deep waves until he came. Then she climbed his body and guided him inside her. The rhythm was calm and deep. When they finished, she cleaned the excess with her tongue and rested her head on his chest.
The goblin was awake in the dark, watching without moving.
He said nothing.
He just closed his eyes and let Luna's breathing mark the silence of the cave.
Hours later, when the fire was already reduced to embers and the serpent's breathing had become slow and heavy with sleep, he felt a different movement.
The goblin was approaching.
Not with the haste of one who flees, nor with the aggressiveness of one who attacks. She dragged herself slowly, almost crawling, her small and dirty body contrasting with his pale skin. The green eyes shone in the semi-darkness, fixed on the point between his legs, still semi-hard from the residual heat of the previous activities.
Luna did not move. She only opened one yellow eye, observed for long seconds and then closed it again, as if saying:
*Do whatever you want. But don't wake me.*
The goblin stopped a few centimeters away. She sniffed the air. The small and dirty hand hesitated in the air before touching. First only the fingers, passing lightly over the hot skin. Then the entire palm, wrapping the thickness with almost childish curiosity. The cock reacted on its own, thickening under the rough and inexperienced touch.
She squeezed harder, pulling the skin up and down in irregular movements, observing the reaction. When the head was already completely exposed and moist, she leaned in and licked the slit with the tip of her tongue, as one who tastes something unknown. The salty taste made her wrinkle her nose, but she did not pull away. She continued licking, then tried to swallow the head. The mouth was too small; the teeth grazed the skin and he let out a low sigh.
The goblin froze, waiting for some punishment.
When nothing came, she continued. She used hand and mouth together, clumsy, drooling, choking, but determined to understand how that worked. With each low moan he let out, she seemed more confident. At a certain moment, the cock throbbed hard and shot over her fingers and face. She blinked, surprised, and then ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the flavor as if it were just another piece of meat.
She cleaned her hand on her own thigh and retreated to the usual corner, her chest rising and falling fast.
He did not call her back.
He did not touch her.
He just remained lying down, the body still hot, observing the small figure curl up again in the darkness.
Three presences now occupied the space.
The balance between them was still fragile and temporary.
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