As the goblin below ground his pointed nose into Aya's defenseless crotch, the goblin above turned his head this way and that trying to put two brain cells together to figure her out. He certainly heard her speak back to him, but he also heard her yelp in a very familiar and sexual voice. Vile and ugly as they were, goblins were predatory creatures who amassed piles of gold and women alike. Eventually, the anger and screams devolved into moans and shouts of mindless delight, for goblins were nothing if not persistent fuckers in more than one sense.<br/><br/>"Wish... wish!" said the goblin as he waddled forward, hunched over her vulnerable frame on all fours. While goblinspeak wasn't a rare tongue among adventurers, many thought it pointless to actually use to converse with the horrid beasts. Their thoughts began and ended, and jumped all around, seemingly at random. They were said to be as intelligent as children, but most children could at least follow a conversation.<br/><br/>So of course, Aya's conversation partner dug his hands under his loin cloth, peeled his wrappings to one side, and rolled out his wretched genitals. The thick, flaccid, and obscene length smacked her square in the face, just before the smell assaulted her nose. Did goblins ever clean themselves? The musk of grime and urine and, heaviest of all scents, sex permeated from between his legs. "Fairy give wish, suck on gobbo!" he jeered, obviously not understanding the deal but knowing what he wanted anyway.