<strong>Location:</strong>Lady's Lake;<strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Early-evening, 16 Elient (Adventure Day 1)<br/><strong>Alura's Hp:</strong>40/40<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Er, Grish not against carrying message..." The runt's uncertainty last the full moment it takes until Alura's soft grasp takes a hold of him, eliciting a violent twitch from the green cock.  Pulling and drawing on the fore skin teases the blunt, slightly lighter coloured head into few, already glistening.  Even as Alura watches, a new, clear bead forms out the slit on the head.<br/><br/>Grish nods his head violently, breath escaping between clenched teeth.  "Grish take message!" he promises ardently.  Alura's more mundane means of persuasion might have been enough, but magical powers of suggestion just put the goblin into a frenzied state of compliance.  "Grish make sure boss understand woods are dangerous and should not come here!"<br/><br/>Unfortunately simplistic of mind, once he has made his promise and gotten that out of the way, Grish's primitive brain has little capacity for thought other than the carnal thoughts that suffuse his mind to complete saturation.  All too eager, he practically leaps forward, seizing hold of the dryad's dark tasseled and his cock comes thrusting along with his hips, forcing its way past Alura's lips, feeling much bigger than it actually looks.<br/><br/>With his feet almost dangling, he steps up onto Alura's folded legs, and, with his fingers digging firmly on head, begins to thrust with more vigour than a larger creature could have managed, and grunting almost comically with every stab of his small hips.<br/><br/>A log in the fire crackles, but the forest around remains mute as it watches the runty little goblin debauch their lovely protector.