Collisa (Outsider Book 1), page 21
Holy shit . . . Dare didn't think even a human woman with a lot of experience could so casually deep throat his monster.
His tiny lover gagged, the muscles of her tight esophagus rippling down his shaft in a way that made him grunt with pleasure in spite of her discomfort. He could see his enormous size as a bulge all the way down her slender throat, below the base to where he had to be close to the entrance to her stomach.
It seemed anatomically impossible, or at least unbelievably uncomfortable. But when he considerately tried to pull back her little arms wrapped around his legs held on stubbornly.
Maybe it made sense after all. At first he'd assumed Zuri was barely chewing her food because she was ravenously hungry. But thinking about it more, with a predator's sharp teeth she'd be more adapted to swallowing her food in big chunks, or even whole.
She was certainly swallowing his massive cock whole.
Dare settled back to enjoy the sensation as his tiny lover, breathing frantically through her nose, began sliding her throat up and down his shaft, constantly swallowing down her gags in a way that made it feel like the tight space was milking him. Now that he was letting her have her way she let go of his legs and lovingly ran her hands over his thighs and up to his ass, rubbing and squeezing his solid muscles with a grunt of obvious admiration.
The sight of his massive tip visibly moving up and down her slender throat as she bobbed on his shaft was so overwhelmingly erotic that he was sure he'd spurt then and there, and had to force himself to think of other things.
Then Zuri started humming in enjoyment, the vibrations rippling all along his length, and the battle was lost.
Dare groaned and grabbed the back of her head, holding her as she continued to smoothly glide up and down on his shaft with her impossibly tight esophagus milking him eagerly.
He only lasted a few more seconds under that pleasurable assault, especially after ten days of abstinence, before with a last gasp of pleasure he held her head still. His cock began jerking wildly as he emptied himself down her throat, and when his tiny lover felt it she made delighted sounds around swallowing and gagging as she took it all in.
Afterwards she beamed up at him, gasping for breath, face the deep green of an avocado skin and huge yellow eyes glistening with tears. She looked so proud of herself that he couldn't help but lift her into a hug.
“That was incredible,” he murmured, pressing his lips to hers. They were smooth and soft, with a slightly sweet taste.
Zuri didn't kiss him back, and when he opened his eyes she seemed confused; did goblins not kiss?
Well, if not they probably still did the thing he'd been wanting to do ever since she pulled the wrapping off her gorgeous chest. Dare smiled at her, then lifted her a bit higher so he could bury his face between her large firm breasts, luxuriating in their silky feel.
She moaned in delight and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him harder against her.
“Gods you're sexy,” he said, moving to suck a nipple, which quickly grew to the size of a pencil eraser in his mouth.
Her skin tasted sweeter than he expected from sweat, with a slight but heady musk, and her hard nipple was delightfully rubbery as he pushed it around with his tongue before giving it a good firm suck.
His tiny lover quivered and moaned, hips undulating to rub her loincloth-clad crotch against his chest. Dare could smell her arousal, which filled his nose with a musky but surprisingly heady scent. It smelled so good he found himself longing to taste it, and after the incredible blowjob Zuri had just given him he wanted to return the favor.
He was just about to lower her to the ground and tear away her loincloth, eager to get his first glimpse of her tiny pussy, when he heard a viscous, bubbling sound behind them. He whirled with Zuri to see another Vampire Slime oozing their way through the trees, ruining the moment.
He really hated those things.
Zuri squirmed out of his arms and they hastily grabbed their clothes and ran, dressing when they'd escaped the presence of the monster. At that point a slightly awkward silence settled as they looked at each other, not sure exactly how to address the sudden change to their relationship.
Then his tiny lover offered him her hand and made the leveling up noise. “Hunt?” she asked.
Dare grinned; he'd found that as soon as she learned his method for optimizing experience gain and leveling up, she was just as businesslike about leveling up as he was. “Hunt monsters,” he agreed.
However their relationship had changed, they could explore it when they got back to the safety of camp. He could admit he was looking forward to it.
* * * * *
Although they might've put the plug on getting too frisky out in the dangerous wilds, Dare noticed that he and Zuri were both far more affectionate with each other and more comfortable with intimacy.
She would often run over and throw her arms around him, and when possible would hold his hand and walk with her little body pressed contentedly against his leg. She'd also nuzzle his hand or his thigh, making happy noises.
For his part Dare couldn't resist the temptation to pick her up and hug her, even if there was nothing in particular to celebrate. He'd sometimes carry her around when they were moving from place to place, just to enjoy the sensation of holding her in his arms. He even tried kissing her a few more times, and while she still seemed confused by it, she didn't object.
And when it came time to head back to camp, he finally tried something he'd been wanting to do since he traveled to the village with the little goblin that first morning.
They were both well aware that Zuri couldn't move as fast as him. Dare had been content to move as fast as she was able, and when they traveled to and from camp, or from one monster spawn point to another, she would run at a fast pace with surprising endurance to keep up.
But he still mourned the opportunity loss of those extra minutes adding up here and there.
He'd respected her dignity, and her personal space, too much to suggest carrying her while he ran before now. But if he could convince her to try it then they might have as much as an hour a day of extra time to level.
It didn't take much to convince her.
Dare started off holding her in his arms as he took off at his usual trot. Which was enough to make Zuri squeal in delight and turn her face to the mild wind of their passage. She patted his shoulder and said something in Goblin, and he tried going faster, which made her even more excited.
Just for the fun of it, he tried going all out across a large clearing, blowing past 25 miles per hour.
Instead of shouting in amazement at the speed Zuri went quiet, expression awed as she squinted her eyes against the strong wind blowing in her face. “Sebur itig megatik!” she whispered, hand on his shoulder stroking gently.
He slowed down to a walk and grinned at her. “You like that?” He moved his arm as if he was still running. “Zoom!”
“Zoom!” she shouted, pointing insistently ahead in a gesture to for him to keep going.
Laughing, Dare kissed her again and affectionately rubbed her lower back. “You are absolutely adorable.”
Back in camp they immediately headed over to the pool they'd made a few days ago by damming it in a good spot, dipping into the water while Zuri began chanting.
In spite of the filthy and bedraggled condition he'd first found the tiny goblin in, it turned out she was very clean and neat when she didn't have more important things to worry about like not starving to death or being eaten by a monster. And so, although they did their best to save her mana for Mana Thorn so she could level up, his new lover still insisted on using her cleaning spell every evening when they got back from camp.
Dare agreed fully; hygiene was important, even if this world seemed to be kinder about illness and infections than Earth. And honestly it just felt nice to be clean when he fell asleep.
After his “bath” Dare got to work cooking another good meal. Speaking of quality of life improvements, he'd eaten way better since Zuri joined him, motivated to make better food than the simple steaks and uncooked greens and mushrooms he'd mostly subsisted on before.
He enjoyed eating well as much as the next person, of course, but with his focus on leveling up and increasing his proficiency in abilities he hadn't bothered with even a lot of simple comforts, let alone luxuries.
Now, though, he was finding new recipes and improving his cooking skill with every meal, and Zuri seemed to appreciate the effort.
So much so, in fact, that while they waited for the food to cook she climbed contentedly into his lap and began kissing his chest through his coat and tunic. Or maybe she'd just wanted to do that anyway.
Much as Dare enjoyed it, after a few minutes of cuddling he reluctantly set her down. “I have some work to do,” he told her. “And I think you're going to like it.”
He'd been trying for a while to figure out how to craft a collapsible camp chair out of wood, leather, and cloth scraps looted from monsters. He hadn't managed to make one that would hold his weight, but he thought it would be much easier to make one for Zuri.
She watched curiously as he took the materials for the larger chair and cut them down to fit her size. Then she frowned and motioned to his busy hands. “Dare no, um . . .” she trailed off, brow furrowed adorably.
Then she brightened and pointed at the fire, mimicking the clacking rocks together gesture of the ability used to make it.
Dare nodded in realization. “Not using a crafting ability,” he agreed. “No, this is something I thought of myself, based on something from my home.”
His tiny lover watched with interest as he kept working. Then she said something in Goblin and pointed to the sky, moving her arm as if tracking the sun moving. Again, he thought he knew what she was saying. “Yeah, it takes a lot longer than using an ability. Welcome to the real world.”
That seemed like a dickish thing to say considering this world was as real as his own, and he hastily added, “Or my world at least. Where everything is a huge pain in the ass, and your efforts usually fail until you spend a stupid amount of time getting it right. At which point it probably wasn't worth the effort in the first place. In a lot of ways this world is ridiculously easy in comparison.”
Again he felt like a dick, looking at a woman who'd been been starving and half naked in the forest when he found her, being eaten by a panther. “I mean . . .” He shook his head. “This world is dangerous and can be cruel, like my unseen benefactor told me when I first came here, but some things are definitely a lot easier.”
His tiny lover just stared at him blankly, then pointed at his hands to remind him he'd stopped working. He chuckled and got back to it.
By the time the food finished cooking he had a good first attempt on her chair, and backed away to present it to his tiny lover.
She circled his creation, looking at it in fascination, and he showed her how to collapse it into four fur and leather-wrapped sticks that could easily be carried in a pack, then open it up again into a chair with a comfortable fur seat. She seemed to get a kick out of it, and delayed actually using the chair to open it up and close it a few times.
But finally she climbed in, and Dare quietly braced himself for the entire thing to collapse like it had with him.
But although it creaked a bit it held firm, and she beamed at him in delight as she rested her hands on the padded armrests and leaned her head against the leather back. She murmured something in Goblin, then curled up in a surprisingly tight ball on the seat and made a contented cooing sound.
At which point he had a pleasant surprise as text appeared on the edge of his vision. “Congratulations! New crafting pattern created: Collapsible Chair for small humanoid races and children. 100 experience awarded.”
Had Dare's invention just been put into the world's system? He supposed it made sense, because people were going to be coming up with innovations every day. Unless the world's creators wanted the crafting system to quickly become obsolete, it would need a way to integrate those innovations.
And the integration was so precise that it acknowledged that his design wouldn't work for larger and heavier people.
To his amusement, after just a short while enjoying the chair Zuri left her gift behind and climbed back into his lap. “Thanks,” she said, tapping her chest with her fist. “Zuri thanks lots.” She hesitantly leaned up and kissed him, the first time she'd initiated it.
His tiny lover was awkward and clumsy and slightly off-center on his mouth, but he still enjoyed it just for what it meant.
His inner timer, nothing tangible but just a sense he'd developed in this world for when things were done, especially with cooking, turned his attention to the fire. With a sigh he reluctantly pulled away from Zuri's warm embrace, motioning. “Food's done.”
She was happy to climb back into her chair as he handed her a plate loaded with steaming meat and vegetables. He leaned back on the log with his own plate, and aside from the occasional sounds of enjoyment they were mostly quiet as they dug in.
As Dare ate he couldn't help but sneak glances at his tiny lover. After dinner would come bedtime, and after today's events he was both eager and nervous at the prospect that tonight when they shared the tent, they might be doing more than sleeping.
Zuri caught him looking and smiled back shyly, yellow eyes glowing warmly in the firelight. Then she put aside her empty plate and patted her belly with a sigh of contentment, before hooking one leg up over one of the chair's armrests and settling back with a happy smile. Then, giving him a sidelong look and biting her lip, she shifted an bit and lifted her leg even higher over the armrest.
Dare still had a few bites left of his own food, but as he was lifting his fork to his mouth he glanced over at his goblin lover and nearly dropped it in surprise.
With her legs spread like that he could see beneath her tunic, and she wasn't wearing her loincloth.
The gentleman in him wanted to look away, but the stronger (and more lecherous) part of him desperately wanted to see what she looked like down there.
Besides, her underwear didn't just fall off by accident, and he doubted she'd spread her legs like that to give him a full view on accident, either.
Confirming his suspicions, Zuri boldly met his eyes and with a small pleased smile very deliberately pulled up her tunic, giving him a better look. At that his lecherous side won the day, and he dropped his eyes.
The sight took his breath away, because it might've been the most perfect little pussy he'd ever seen.
Her delicate petals glistened with her nectar, opening like a flower to reveal the beginnings of a soft pink tunnel flowing with her arousal. Above it her tiny pearl stood out proudly from its hood, practically throbbing with her excitement as if begging him to play with it.
Dare stared, feeling his cock stirring until it was rock hard in his pants. Especially when, still biting her lip, his little goblin lover stood, slowly and deliberately, and stared at him with smoldering eyes as she began to lift the hem of her tunic.
He watched eagerly as she slowly revealed her long (proportionally), sexy legs, her glistening pink slit, her curvy hips and small, firm ass that was just begging him to grab and squeeze it. Then her almost ridiculously narrow waste, soft flat tummy with an adorable little belly button, and finally her round and perky breasts, no sign of her cloth chest wrap to be seen, with the dark green nipples already standing out proudly.
Dare noticed her avocado skin slowly flushing a darker green as she bared herself to him, her juices beginning to drip down her thighs. As she lifted the tunic over her head her chest heaved with her excitement.
Zuri tossed the garment away and stepped past him with a sexy swaying walk, teasingly trailing her fingers across the back of his hand as she went. He turned to watch, still gaping like an idiot, as she made her way to his tent.
She didn't need to do more than duck slightly to enter it, but she went down onto her hands and knees anyway. She even lifted her small ass slightly to make sure he had a good view of her glistening little pussy as she started to crawl inside.
Then she paused and looked over her shoulder, staring at him expectantly. “Dare abur Zuri?” she said, her piping voice throaty.
That was his cue. Dare swallowed and started for the tent, heart pounding in excitement. And, if he was being honest, nervousness.
He wasn't a virgin, of course, hadn't been even on Earth. And since coming to Collisa he'd certainly had his share of new sexual experiences.
But fucking mindless slimes in the form of women that were basically life-sized sex dolls, or bunny girls just looking for a quickie, was a far different thing from his first time with a woman he genuinely cared about.
He could admit he was worried he'd screw it up.
But he wanted to hold his little lover. Wanted to touch her, and be touched by her, and share the wonder of exploring each other's bodies and sharing everything.
So he stripped off his clothes and ducked into the tent.
As he awkwardly crawled in to lie down beside Zuri she slid under his arm, cuddling against his chest with her head buried in his neck. One slender leg slipped up over his.
In that position her small pussy was pressed against his thigh, and she made a soft whimpering noise and rubbed against him, the already plentiful nectar of her arousal coating his skin and dripping down onto the blankets. The interior of the tent quickly grew heavy with her musk, sweet and heady.
Dare was as hard as he could ever remember being, cock throbbing with need as her soft leg pressed against it.
His self control was strained to its breaking point as Zuri's small hands began roaming across his chest. The way she'd wiggled under his arm had left his hand brushing against her lower back, the skin softer than anything he'd ever felt with that lotion-like slickness.
Dare closed his eyes, enjoyed the tiny woman humping his leg, and with a hungry groan moved his hand to cup her ass.
