The goblin stared into the woman's eyes as she took a grip on her hips, "oooh.. OOOH!", she started to moan deeply as Faeryma picked her pace up alright. She felt the thick cock stuck inside of her churn butter and make her mind weak with lust, then she spewed into the goblin's belly, she groaned softly, the size of the load definitely filling her up. Then Yala smirked as the girl pulled out and dropped her on her back, scooting a little Yala offered her pro-saddle for the girl, locking her legs across Faeryma's body as she pounded into her. Arms crossed and Yala's mouth tried to kiss, but Faeryma pulled away, she didn't care much, she was more then happy with Faeryma so willingly breeding her. Then her tiny toes curled and she mewled into her ear as Faeryma climaxed again, the white backwash flooded their crotches and Faeryma suddenly seemed embarrassed pulling away.<br/><br/>"Aah.. don't be like that sugar", she patted her belly, feeling the warmth flooding inside of her, "Ooh.. what's this", she said softly, touching her ears, suddenly Faeryma felt a flood of warmth in her loins, thankfully, she was well sated so she did not become hard again. "You've got ears like me", like many elves Yala's ears were also pointed, clearly also a trait of goblins. "Must be from fucking me.. a gift from the goddess", she said with a smile, "You're welcome to stay and chill.. though I'd have to ask for..", she grinned and ran her fingers across Faeryma's slicked cock, "..more payment", she licked their combined juices off, "Hmm.. so fucking tasty", she said naughtily. "If not.. well there are two doors outta here", she points towards them.<br/><br/>"One heads into Troll territory.. or it was still that when I last visited.. amazing dicks..", she said dreamily, "The other door I don't know where that leads.. well besides down that is", she glanced at the door Faeryma came through, "Or you can try to go back..", she shrugged, Yala wobbled as she got off the bench, walking towards the clothing chest and pulling out a small dress, she cleaned herself with it. Then stared at Faeryma, at the chest, then back at the witch-girl before pulling set of clothes.. well if one could call 'em that, from the chest.<br/><br/>It was more a loose collection of leather straps, designed for show rather then protection. "Want it?", Yala asked, holding the 'suit' up.