Cock's sobbing subsided into small hiccups eventually, and his tight grip on Layna softened letting him slide down her figure. His nose slid between her cleavage and parted her thin blouse until her breasts very nearly popped free once again. He left behind a sticky, slimy trail of snot between her breasts which, strangely, didn't make her want to retch. It glistened quite beautifully in the dark, accentuating her very fine feminine figure, and there was even a faint aroma that seemed to warm her skin and make her blush.<br/><br/>Standing on his own two feet Cock was about as tall as the goblin-kin she knew. In his embrace he buried his face, long nose and all, between her thighs which he grabbed handfuls of from behind, just teasing the edge of her ass innocently. At least his erection wasn't pressed up against her distractingly anymore, but with each sob against the inside of her thigh he smeared more of his special slime which seemed to burn even hotter, though pleasantly, for some odd reason.<br/><br/>"Lay-Layna," he stuttered between sniffles, then looking up with big pathetic eyes as he grabbed her skirt and pulled like a child, which began to slide her blouse off her shoulders if she didn't catch it. "Good Lady Layna. Nice Lady. Not... witch? Not Island Bride? From outside world? Why... how?"<br/><br/>He was eerily like a human for being some kind of goblin. One couldn't help but think he was some poor halfbreed.