Chapter 3 - Chapter 3 - Tae's Evolution

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The stench of singed burnt flesh still lingered faintly on Zōken's clothes – a lingering reminder of the Geruska takedown. A few days had passed since the brutal fight, and the ache in his muscles had faded to a pleasant thrum, another successful hunt. This time, however, the reward wasn't just the usual coin purse jingling at his hip.

He emerged from the bustling town square, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Not only had he collected a hefty bounty for dispatching of the male Geruska and its mate, but he'd also forged an unlikely friend in the green-skinned goblin woman, Taevonrish. They were an odd pair – the weathered young hunter, scarred and stoic, and the goblin princess, all spiky teeth and boundless curiosity. But somehow, it worked.

Reaching the outskirts of town, Zōken spotted a weathered wooden bench nestled beneath the shade of a sprawling oak. With a sigh of contentment, he lowered himself onto the worn surface, Tae following suit with less grace. He untied the pouch secured to his belt, the clink of gold echoing in the stillness. Then, a surprising gesture – Zōken carefully untied the drawstring and divided the coins into two smaller piles within the pouch itself.

Tae, perched beside him, tilted her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. Unlike Zōken, a seasoned hunter who understood the language of coin, she wasn't accustomed to such displays of generosity. The gold, as far as she was concerned, belonged solely to the one who slew the beast. Zōken's next action would unravel this unspoken code and redefine their newfound partnership.

"Tae: What...this?"

Zōken's smile faltered at her blank expression. It dawned on him that the significance of the hand gesture was lost on her. With a sigh, he realized she hadn't been integrated into human society for long enough to understand such subtleties.

His gaze drifted down to the scant amount of clothing she wore, barely enough for someone unaccustomed to the elements, let alone the dangers of monster hunting. He envisioned her nimble form weaving through combat alongside him, and a pang of concern struck him. Practicality outweighed social niceties here.

Luckily, this town wasn't just any backwater. It catered to all sorts of magical clientele, and that included specialized gear. With a determined nod, he steered her towards a shop unlike any she'd likely seen before.

The storefront shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence, runes etched into the wood hinting at the mystical wares within. Zōken pushed open the door, a chime tinkling overhead as they entered.

A young woman with eyes that shone like polished amber greeted them with a warm smile and a bow.

"???: Welcome! How may I assist you two adventurers today?"

The woman said as she looked at Zōken.

"Zōken: We're looking for proper attire."

Zōken replied, his voice gruff but polite.

"Zōken: Specifically for a Goblin."

The clerk's smile widened further, revealing a hint of amusement.

"Of course, of course! One moment, please." She turned with practiced ease and retrieved a rack unlike any Zōken had ever seen. The polished steel gleamed with enchantments, and the leathers whispered of battles past.

Zōken shifted on his feet, trying to find a comfortable position that didn't involve blatantly staring. They were tucked into a shadowy corner of the cluttered shop, a welcome respite from the unrelenting desert sun.

Here, under the dim glow of lanterns, he could finally see his companion in a new light. The worn leather armor that had dominated her form before now revealed itself to be a mere suggestion, draped loosely over a surprisingly curvaceous figure.

It wasn't just raw strength, although the power coiled beneath her skin was undeniable. Her form flowed with a subtle hourglass grace, accentuated by the way the flickering lantern light danced across her toned arms and the smooth expanse of her midriff.

Zōken coughed, the sound sharp and out of place in the quiet shop. He'd been caught staring, a blush creeping up his neck.

This was neither the time nor the place for such unexpected appreciation. He cleared his throat, forcing his gaze back to the dusty display of weapons lining the far wall, hoping the shopkeep hadn't noticed his distraction.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her as she moved further into the shop, inspecting the racks of clothing. Her every step sent a subtle ripple through her form, a testament to the powerful muscles coiled beneath her skin.

Unlike the more slender builds of most humans, she possessed the proportions characteristic of her Goblin heritage – wide hips that gave her a pleasantly pear-shaped figure and thighs that spoke of a life spent pushing through harsh terrain.

As she ran her hand along a leather jerkin, the subtle sway of her hips drew his gaze momentarily, a delicious curve glimpsed beneath the worn leather of her current armor.

He quickly tore his eyes away, the heat rising in his cheeks once more. This unexpected journey was proving far more distracting than he'd anticipated.

The brown rag shirt clung to her like a second skin, a far cry from the baggy state of her pants. It was thin enough that the press of her breasts created soft mounds beneath the fabric, sending a jolt through Zōken. But that was child's play compared to the mesmerizing sway of her cleavage with every bounce of the beat-up car.

Suddenly, self-consciousness flooded him. Had his initial, admittedly prolonged, stare been too obvious? Now, his averted gaze felt equally transparent. Regardless, his eyes couldn't resist a further exploration.

They dipped lower, tracing the path her shirt left bare, revealing a scattering of green freckles like a playful constellation against her dark green skin. It spoke of a life spent freely, with the sun a frequent companion.

Was it a deliberate display, this tantalizing peek-a-boo? Or perhaps a rebellion against the confines of clothing? Zōken couldn't decide, but either way, it sent a tremor through his pulse.

The ripples of her movement continued, his gaze snagged by the exposed sliver of midriff, then dragged down mercilessly by the gentle sway of her hips.

Each jiggle seemed to vibrate through her, an amplified sensuality that made him ache. God, what he wouldn't give to feel that rhythm against his own body...

A sharp hiss, like a serpent recoiling, escaped Zōken's clenched teeth. The sound grated harshly against the playful tavern music that thrummed through the rickety carriage.

Shame, hot and acrid, burned in his throat, constricting his airways. He tore his eyes away from the tantalizing glimpse of bare skin offered by the scantily clad shop assistant.

Her laughter, a light, carefree melody, seemed to mock his sudden, unwelcome arousal. Desperately, his gaze darted around the cramped interior, searching for a distraction, anything to clear the heated images from his mind.

"Zōken: As heir to the Kuumarian throne, surely I can rise above such base urges! She's been clad in those skimpy clothes all the time before meeting me, practically naked by most standards, so why does a fleeting glimpse set me aflame?"

He scoffed.

"Zōken: Perhaps if she wasn't used to revealing so much flesh, the sight wouldn't be so... captivating?"

He thought with a twisted sense of humor.

"Zōken: Perhaps she'll revel in whatever finery the clerk brings."

His gaze drifted to the Goblin browsing the racks of mismatched clothing. A weathered sign above proclaimed, in faded lettering,

"Adventurer's Attire: For Every Creature Comfort (and Discomfort)."

She ran a hand over a tunic clearly designed for a hulking Orc, then flicked it aside with a dismissive snort. A display for Elves offered little in the way of practicality, their flowing silks ill-suited for the rugged terrain they were currently traversing. Lizardmen, Wyverians, even Kobolds – the shop catered to the most unlikely clientele, a testament to the diverse adventurers who frequented this remote frontier town.

Zōken's own discomfort grew with each passing moment. His once-proud armor, battle-scarred due to his past victories, now hung in tatters, a grim reminder of the brutal skirmish with the Geruska twins. A new outfit was a necessity, not a luxury.

The creak of the carriage door announcing the clerk's arrival was a welcome sound. Zōken, secretly relieved, forced a smile. Unlike the bustling metropolises he frequented, this quiet town rarely saw royalty, let alone a disguised prince. Here, he was just another weary traveler seeking respite and a new set of clothes. He held out hope the selection wouldn't be quite so... eccentric.

Tae was met with a quick, "I'll be right back," as his companion disappeared into the changing room. The silence that followed was punctuated only by the rustle of fabric as he discarded his old clothes. Curiosity piqued, Tae waited, the anticipation building with each passing minute.

Finally, the door swung open and Tae's breath hitched. Her eyes were glued to Zōken as his form reappeared in front of her. Gone was the familiar outfit. In its place stood a figure radiating a sophisticated coolness.

White pants, crisp and clean, flowed down his legs, cinched at the waist by a rose gold belt. The wide belt boasted a hefty silver buckle that gleamed in the light.

A black V-neck shirt peeked out from beneath a black trench coat, the sharp lines of his attire a testament to tailored precision. But it was the details that truly stole the show.

The trench coat itself wasn't ordinary. A flash of gold lining peeked out from the sleeves with each movement, adding a touch of unexpected luxury. His white boots, seemingly sleek at first glance, revealed gold plates safeguarding his shins – a subtle hint of the danger that lurked beneath the surface.

The finishing touches spoke volumes about his personality. A gleaming gold plate adorned the left side of his coat, catching the light with an air of quiet authority.

Black fingerless gloves hinted at practicality, while a strap that criss crossed his torso, from right shoulder to left hip, spoke of a life lived on the move, perhaps even one that involved wielding a weapon. And indeed, a sword holder hung from the strap, a silent promise of hidden power.

Tae couldn't help but be drawn to this new persona, a stark contrast to the one she'd known just moments before. This wasn't just a change of clothes; it was a transformation.

(Note: As the crowned Prince and as a Monster Hunter, Zōken must always upgrade his gear, or else fights like the one he had with the Geruska pair would be fatal.)

Zōken straightened up in his new uniform, the fabric now hugging his form perfectly. It felt regal, a far cry from the more casual clothes he was used to. A self-satisfied smile crept across his face – perhaps it wasn't so far off from a king's attire after all. At least, that's what the murmurs around him seemed to suggest.

"???: Looking mighty regal there, Prince Zōken~"

A voice teased from behind the counter. Azaria, the ever-playful store clerk, emerged from the back room, a rack of vibrantly colored Goblin clothing trailing behind her. Her eyes darted between Zōken and the new outfit, a spark of amusement dancing in their depths. A blush tinged her cheeks as she met his gaze, quickly followed by a mischievous grin.

"Azaria: Seems the crown finally decided to invest in some decent attire~"

She quipped, raising an eyebrow. Zōken sputtered, momentarily flustered. He opened his mouth to retort, then noticed a curious change in Azaria's complexion. A faint splotch of brown, much deeper than the freckles that dusted her face, bloomed beneath her eyes. Was she… blushing?

"Azaria: Caught you off guard, did I, Your Highness?"

The clerk pressed, her voice laced with mock seriousness. Zōken chuckled, the awkwardness melting away.

"Zōken: Well, I couldn't resist this one. Besides, Azaria, teasing the Prince isn't exactly proper store etiquette, is it?"

He admitted.

He took a playful step closer, the amusement in his eyes mirroring Azaria's own. A deeper flush crept up her neck, spreading to her cheeks.

"Azaria: I-It's not my fault that my best friend just happened to be a crowned prince!"

She stammered, her voice betraying her feigned composure.

"Azaria: Honestly, Zō, sometimes you're impossible! Now hush up before I tell Father you went on another land-buying spree for him without a word!"

Zōken's eyes widened like saucers as Azaria held the strange device inches from his face. A strangled yelp escaped his throat as he scrambled backwards, dropping the toolbox with a clatter.

"Zōken: Oh god?! Azaria, please don't tell your father?!"

He sputtered, his voice high-pitched with panic.

"Zōken: When I bought y'all that big piece of land out in the Pyro Mountains I got an earful that lasted a week! I was just trying to help you guys out, considering this town is only getting bigger with more folks moving in, and the old defenses-"

His frantic pleas were cut short by Azaria's amused laughter. It was a rich, infectious sound that filled the dusty workshop.

"Azaria: Relax, Zō!"

She said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Azaria: It's fine. Now get up off your knees! The crowned Prince of the Kuumarian Kingdom shouldn't be kneeling in front of a lady who isn't his betrothed."

A blush crept up Zōken's neck as he scrambled to his feet, muttering something about propriety being a bit looser these days. The sight of Azaria, his old friend from childhood, brought a wave of warmth crashing over him. It had been ages since they'd last seen each other, and the memories they shared – building forts in the woods, sneaking out after curfew for forbidden sweets – were some of his most treasured.

As the laughter subsided, Azaria cast a curious glance at Tae, who stood awkwardly to the side. A playful glint entered her eyes.

"Azaria: Now Zō!"

She drawled, a teasing lilt in her voice.

"Azaria: Are you going to introduce your new...'friend' to me properly?"

A sly smile, both flirtatious and smug, stretched across Azaria's face as she spoke. Zōken felt a familiar heat creeping up his neck, a blush blooming beneath his tan skin. With a flustered laugh, he shoved her playfully, attempting to mask his fluster.

He cleared his throat, straightening his posture in an attempt to appear composed.

"Zōken: Ria, behave!"

He chided, a playful edge to his voice.

"Zōken: Now! This little one here is Taevonrish! A Goblin Princess!"

He gestured towards the Goblin woman beside him.

Tae, the subject of his introduction, offered Azaria a small, polite smile. She was an enigma, Zōken readily admitted. Her presence was unsettlingly quiet, yet there was an undeniable power that simmered beneath the surface.

Azaria's eyes flicked from Zōken back to Tae, a flicker of recognition sparking in their depths.

"Azaria: Ah, right."

She said, nodding slowly.

Zōken puffed out his chest a little, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Zōken: Remember that Geruska we tried to fight back when we were kids? Turns out that scaly menace had a mate! A few weeks back, I finally managed to lure the brute out of the water, ready for a rematch. But of course fate had other plans-"

He continued with a dramatic sigh.

He leaned in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

"Zōken: The mate ambushed me! Two Geruskas, can you believe it? I thought it was curtains for me, the great monster slayer. But just when all hope seemed lost, BOOM! Tae here jumped in and saved my ass."

His voice rose a notch, a touch of awe coloring it.

Zōken launched into a detailed explanation, his voice a steady murmur as Tae perched on a stool, her brow furrowed in concentration. Much of it sailed over her head - cryptic references to hidden agendas and hushed pronouncements of past events. Yet, her focus remained on Zōken. A keen instinct, honed by years of navigating social situations, allowed her to pick out the moments when Zōken spoke directly about her. A subtle shift in his tone, a flicker in his eyes - these were the cues she craved. And when they appeared, a secret smile bloomed on her face, a warmth spreading through her chest.

After what felt like hours, the low murmur of voices began to recede. Zōken and Azaria, their conversation seemingly at an end, rose from their seats. Zōken and Azaria, with a final hug and a promise for him to visit more often when not consumed by duty, turned and departed. Zōken then approached Tae, a reassuring smile replacing the seriousness etched on his face earlier.

He gestured towards a nearby eatery, its warm glow a beacon in the twilight. Tae, her heart fluttering with a newfound anticipation, stood and self-consciously smoothed out the unfamiliar folds of her new outfit. Together, they crossed the sidewalk, the chime above the glass door announcing their arrival.

Inside, a haven of cozy places greeted them. The diner was small, its walls adorned with vintage photographs and mismatched booths bathed in the soft light of hanging lamps. A woman, her hair a cascade of silver held back with a simple red ribbon, beamed at them. Her name tag proudly displayed the name "Irima" but she wasn't just any person, she is "The Irima," instantly establishing her stature within this haven of comfort food.

She was the owner of the diner.

"Irima: Well howdy there! Table for two?"

She boomed, her voice as warm as the cinnamon rolls Tae could practically smell wafting from the kitchen.

Zōken, a hint of amusement playing on his lips, simply nodded in response. She chuckled, gesturing towards a booth situated near a window overflowing with ivy.

"Irima: Right this way, then!"

The cavernous tavern echoed with the clinking of tankards and boisterous laughter, but the few occupied tables offered a welcome respite from the din. One table was claimed by a rough-looking group – monster hunters by the looks of their scarred gear, though none Zōken recognized. The other held a seemingly oblivious older couple, their hands intertwined as they gazed into each other's eyes. Neither group spared them a glance as the hostess, Irima, a woman with a smile as wide as the tavern door itself, ushered them towards a booth nestled in a secluded corner by a dusty window.

Zōken sank gratefully onto the worn leather bench, taking a moment to adjust his pack. It was then he noticed it – a rosy flush creeping up Tae's neck, staining her cheeks a vibrant crimson. Her normally bright green eyes darted nervously around the room, unable to meet his gaze.

Irima, oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere, materialized beside them with a flourish, her ample skirt billowing out like a colorful sail. In her hand, she held two well-worn menus, their leather covers embossed with faded images of fantastical beasts.

"Irima: Welcome sweeties!!"

Boomed Irima, her voice as warm and inviting as the hearth fire crackling in the corner.

"Irima: Welcome to the Rusty Flagon! Anything to tickle yer fancies on the drink front? We've got a smorgasbord of drinks to suit any palate, so don't be shy, darlings! Let loose and tell old Irima what yer thirsting for!"

Zōken cleared his throat, noticing Tae seemed momentarily stunned into silence. Likely, the unfamiliar language and boisterous ambiance were overwhelming.

"Zōken: We'll take two of your finest ales, please!"

He said with a polite smile, hoping to ease his friend's evident discomfort.

Irima's grin widened, creasing the corners of her eyes. With a hearty chuckle, she scribbled their order onto a notepad that seemed perpetually on the verge of bursting with scribbled notes.

"Irima: Splendid choices! Now, don't you two go rushing into your decisions!"

She said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Irima: Those menus are chock-full of delectable delights, enough to tantalize the taste buds of even the most discerning adventurer. Take yer time, peruse the options at your leisure!"

With a wink and a flourish of her skirt, Irima lumbered away, leaving them alone with their menus and the enigma of Tae's sudden blush.

She walked away, and Zōken turned his attention back to Tae. She had a metal band, idly fiddling with it while simply staring at him, a slightly vacant grin on her face. She now had more color in her face than she'd started the day with.

(Note: The sudden attention Tae is giving to Zōken is a sign that she is nearing her limit for how much longer she will be able to go without mating with him.

Note 2: Goblins are able to hold themselves back for weeks if not months on end if they haven't found a chosen mate, but once they have found a chosen mate, they must mate within the first several weeks of going into heat, if they go any longer, they will risk going into a frenzy.)

Zōken furrowed his brow, concerned with etching lines across his forehead. Tae wasn't just flushed from exertion after their battle with the Geruska. Her cheeks burned a feverish red, and a sheen of sweat clung to her skin despite the cool mountain air.

"Are you feeling alright?"

He rumbled, his voice laced with worry.

"You look sort of... I don't know, hot?"

The last word tumbled out awkwardly, betraying the growing warmth in his own chest. Tae's grin, wide enough to split her face, told him she'd understood perfectly.

"Tae: You're not too bad yourself~"

She teased, her voice laced with a playful lilt Zōken hadn't heard before.

His cheeks mirrored hers, and he stammered, caught off guard. They'd spent weeks traveling together, and while he'd noticed her picking up bits and pieces of English, this playful banter was entirely new territory.

"Zōken: Uh, I-"

He started, his mind a tangled mess.

The amusement in her eyes deepened, and a delightful giggle escaped her lips.

It was a sound both genuine and infectious, and for a moment, Zōken forgot about the Geruska, the mission, everything.

He was lost in the light dancing in her eyes and the melody of her laughter.

Composing herself, she wiped a stray tear from her eye, the remnants of her laughter still clinging to her voice. When she met his gaze again, her chest puffed with a newfound confidence.

"You're my savior!" she declared, a triumphant note ringing in her voice.

Zōken winced internally. This "savior" business was getting old. Especially since, in his mind, it was she who'd been the true hero during their last fight.

He'd merely provided backup while she'd danced around those hulking Geruska.

He stopped and smiled as he got an idea, while they waited for their drinks, why not teach Tae some Kuumarian, this idea occurred to him as he looked at her bright green eyes.

(Note: Within the land of Fiore, Kuumarian is the standard language that takes the place of English. Kuumarian is English but with a more African influence on the language, certain words in English do not appear in Kuumarian and are replaced by words that better represent the English counterpart.)

Zōken shifted on the booth, trying to distract himself from the way Tae stretched. Her arms went high above her head, a groan escaping her lips as she reached her limit.

Leaning forward, the fabric of her new outfit strained a touch more than intended. He'd glanced away initially, scanning the other diner patrons, but a stray peek later confirmed his suspicions. Despite the outfit change, Tae was revealing a bit more than she might have realized.

With a sigh that deepened his frown, Zōken reached for a small, metallic pill holder tucked into his pocket. Unscrewing the cap, he popped a single capsule and washed it down with a sip of water.

The practiced movement spoke of routine, a silent clue to something Tae couldn't decipher. Her curiosity piqued, she found herself watching as he stashed the container away. Just then, his gaze flicked back up, catching her staring. Her cheeks flushed a light green as their eyes met.

Zōken couldn't tell if her blush deepened or drained. It seemed to do both at the same time, but her expression didn't change at all. She simply stared for a second, her eyes slightly widened.

"Zōken: Is everything alright?"

Tae's jaw practically unhinged, a silent gasp escaping her lips. Her wide eyes, round as saucers, took in the scene before her. For a beat, the world seemed to shrink, all her senses focused on this unbelievable sight.

A million questions battled for dominance in her mind, but her voice, stuck in her throat, refused to cooperate. Finally, with a dry cough that tore through the stunned silence, Tae managed to click her jaw shut.

The sound echoed in the sudden quiet, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. She swallowed hard, the movement emphasized by the taut muscles in her neck. Now, with a sliver of control back, she prepared to face whatever extraordinary situation had left her speechless.

"Tae: Y-yes! Me fine! My savior!"

Tae's brow furrowed in an unusual display of curiosity. Her emerald eyes, normally sparkling with mischief, narrowed as they locked onto Zōken. With each passing second, a rosy blush crept up her neck and blossomed across her cheeks, turning the normally vibrant goblin a delicate shade of green.

Zōken's own brow furrowed in a mixture of concern and intrigue. His knowledge of goblins was limited, gleaned primarily from Tae's own eccentric habits and anecdotes.

He'd never witnessed a goblin blush before, and the scant information he possessed offered no explanation for Tae's sudden transformation.

Was it a sign of some goblin illness? A strange goblin custom? Or something entirely different? The uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving him feeling helpless and lost in uncharted territory.

"Zōken: Tae, If you're sick, we can do this another time."

Zōken's gaze lingered on Tae, his brow furrowing slightly. A flush, an unnatural rosy hue, painted her cheeks and the tips of her ears. It was a sight that both captivated and unsettled him.

He'd intended for their visit to the eatery to be a relaxing one, a brief respite from their travels. But Tae's sudden transformation had thrown him off guard. Goblins, by nature, had a rather muted green complexion. This vibrant green was entirely alien to him, a peculiarity he'd never encountered in his years of traversing the land.

Concern gnawed at him. Was she unwell? Had something she'd eaten disagreed with her? The disquiet in his gut intensified with each passing moment her flush remained. He needed to ensure her well-being, even if it meant cutting their visit short.

"Zōken: We can always come back to this town, I'm not going to turn down an excuse to do it again soon."

As he spoke, a rosy flush bloomed even brighter across her cheeks, the delicate green undershadow now barely a whisper.

Her breaths, which had been quick and shallow moments before, seemed to hitch slightly, then slow and deepen as if she were trying to absorb every word.

Her chest rose and fell with a rhythm that mirrored his speech, a silent counterpoint to the melody of his voice.

"Zōken: Crap, you look like you have a fever. Here, let me feel your head."

Zōken lurched halfway out of the booth, his lanky frame suddenly awkward. Leaning across the table, he reached out a hesitant hand, aiming for her forehead. It was a clumsy gesture, more akin to a startled crane than a touch of tenderness.

She flinched, instinctively pressing herself further back into the worn leather cushions. It wasn't a violent movement, more like a small animal trying to disappear into the shadows. Maybe she sensed his unease, or perhaps it was the sheer unexpectedness of the gesture.

When his fingertips finally brushed against her cool, green skin, a wave of uncertainty washed over him. Compared to a human's, what was a goblin's normal temperature supposed to be? Were they supposed to run hotter, colder, or somewhere in between? The question hung heavy in the air, unanswered.

One touch wasn't enough. He needed a baseline. Zōken hesitantly danced his hand across different points of her forehead, the contact feather-light. Each brush sent a jolt through him, a strange mix of concern and a nervous anticipation. Was she burning up, or was this normal? His own brow furrowed as he tried to interpret the subtle shifts in temperature, his efforts as clumsy as his initial reach.

Zoken grunted, his hand hovering over Tae's clammy forehead.

"Zōken: Oh yeah, you're definitely burning up like a campfire. We might need to hightail it out of here soon, find some proper medicine."

His voice was laced with worry, a stark contrast to his usual gruff demeanor.

He cast another glance at Tae's face, his brow furrowing. Her breaths were coming in ragged gasps, each one a shallow rasp against the stale diner air.

It was like watching someone struggle to stay afloat after being tossed overboard.

The verdant tinge that had begun on her face had deepened dramatically, blossoming into a sickly emerald that crept down her neck like a malevolent vine.

Zoken's gut clenched. This wasn't good. Not good at all. He shoved himself out of the booth with surprising urgency, his boots scraping against the worn linoleum floor.

"Zōken: Alright, you definitely need to go to th-"

Tae exhaled a long, ragged breath. A puff of visible steam escaped her lips, momentarily swirling in the cold air before dissipating. The sight of it jolted her – a physical manifestation of the inner turmoil churning within. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision.

She squeezed them shut, forcing them closed for a long moment as she wrestled with a cocktail of emotions: fear, confusion, and a flicker of defiance.

When she finally opened her eyes, they were filled with a newfound determination. Taking a shaky breath, Tae spoke, her voice hoarse.

"Tae: This is a..."

She faltered, the word catching in her throat. Shame threatened to consume her, but she pushed it down. Her voice, when she spoke again, was firmer.

"Tae: This... a goblin thing. But me not feel sick, savior..."

Tae's voice hung in the air as Zōken sank back into his chair. Her words seemed to vibrate in the silence, and Zōken found himself fixated on her. Each inhalation she took seemed a struggle, her breaths growing noticeably deeper and faster.

It was as if her body, in defiance of the surrounding temperature, was attempting to generate its own heat from within.

Her chest rose and fell with a jerky rhythm, and Zōken could almost see a faint tremor run beneath the surface of her skin. He wasn't sure if it was the chill in the room, the weight of the conversation, or something else entirely, but Tae's discomfort was palpable.

"Tae: It not big deal. Just me on edge. I handle it."

Zōken's brow furrowed like a creased scroll. Memories of countless nights spent hunched over dusty tomes flickered in his mind, each filled with arcane lore and forgotten rituals. Yet, none of it seemed to offer a single clue as to what afflicted Tae. Frustration gnawed at him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. With a defeated sigh, he slumped back into his chair, the plush cushions offering scant comfort.

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps drew his attention. Irima reappeared, her movements a silent grace against the tense atmosphere. In her hands, she balanced a tray laden with two steaming cups, their fragrant tendrils curling towards the ceiling.

"Irima: Is everything alright over here, darlin'? Y'all look a little worried!"

Zōken nodded.

"Zōken: Yeah, we're fine."

Zōken darted a look at Tae, her gaze locked on him like a laser. Her face, however, was an enigma. He couldn't decipher a single emotion - was it curiosity, suspicion, or something else entirely? The uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving him feeling like he was being judged by a silent observer.

Irima, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, bounced over with their drinks. Her smile could have lit up the entire room, and as she set them down, she whipped out a notepad with the enthusiasm of a child about to embark on a grand adventure.

"Irima: Well I'm so glad to hear that! I got your drinks here, and do y'all know what you'd like to eat?"

He hesitated, the words for his concern about their readiness catching in his throat. Before he could voice them, Tae cut in from beside him. Her voice, usually a melody of sunshine and laughter, was now a low rumble, tinged with gravel. It sent shivers down his spine as she spoke a single word.

"Tae: Yeah."

Her gaze held his, unwavering and intense, like a laser focused solely on him. Across the table, Irima, seemingly conjuring them from the bottomless pit of her vibrant pink apron, materialized a notepad and pen. With a practiced flourish, she readied them both, pen hovering over the pad as she switched her expectant gaze to Fetch.

"Irima: Alright then! What'll it be?"

Tae's eyelids fluttered open slowly, blinking slowly. Her gaze drifted upwards, landing on the older woman's face with a jolt. It was as if, for a moment, Tae had completely forgotten the woman's presence.

A flicker of surprise, or maybe even dawning recognition, crossed Tae's features. Finally awoken to her surroundings, her head swiveled slowly towards Zōken, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that only a moment ago had been absent.

"Tae: Savior tell what me want!"

Zōken was a little relieved when she spoke a full sentence, it wasn't what he expected from her but it was a start.

"Zōken: Ok, I'll have a club sandwich and just going off of what I have seen her eat in these past weeks, she'll have a roasted chicken please."

Irima nodded, scribbling it down.

"Irima: Alrighty, I'll have those out for you lickity-split!"

Irima's pronouncement hung heavy in the air, the finality of her tone leaving no room for argument. With a resolute set to her shoulders, she turned on her heel and marched back towards the kitchen, the rhythmic click of her heels against the hardwood floor the only sound momentarily breaking the tense silence. Zōken watched her go, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

His gaze then shifted to Tae, who remained rooted to the spot where Irima had left them. Her posture spoke volumes. Arms braced on the table, fingers tightly woven together, she seemed a statue carved from worry. The nervous habit of chewing on her lip betrayed the turmoil within. Zōken waited, the seconds ticking by like the slow drip of a leaky faucet. Still, Tae remained fixated on her interlaced fingers, a world away despite sitting directly across from him.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Zōken leaned forward, his voice a gentle murmur.

"Zōken: Uh, Tae. You're awfully quiet. Are you really sure you're—"

Tae lifted her head, her gaze locking onto Zōken's face with an intensity that both surprised and flustered him. Her lips, which had previously been pursed in apology, parted slightly, and a small, hesitant voice emerged.

"Tae: Me sorry!!!"

She mumbled, the words tumbling over each other in a rush.

"Tae: Me know me being weird savior."

Her emerald eyes, wide and glistening, darted down from his face for a fleeting moment. But instead of finding solace in the safety of looking away, they were inexplicably drawn back, this time drawn to his lips. A curious expression flickered across her face, a mixture of confusion and a strange, yearning intensity that Zōken couldn't quite decipher.

"Zōken: Tae, you've never struck me as odd."

His response, gentle and sincere, washed over her like a wave.

The sound of his words shattered the tranquil world Tae had woven around herself. Her fawn-like ears, usually swiveling with relaxed alertness, snapped to attention. A blush, deeper and more vibrant than before, bloomed across her already green skin. In the dim light, it wasn't just flushed anymore, but took on an almost jade-like luminescence.

Fluster fluttered through her like a trapped butterfly. A stray strand of hair escaped its braid, and with a self-conscious movement, she tucked it behind her ear. Her gaze darted everywhere but at him – at a flickering candle, a dust mote dancing in the fading light, anywhere to escape the scorching heat that had blossomed on her cheeks.

He was captivating. Every word he spoke seemed to paint a new world around her, a world where she desperately wanted to be. Lost in his voice, Tae's mind drifted. A sudden warmth enveloped her hand, and she realized with a jolt that she'd reached out and intertwined her fingers with his. Her eyes, previously soft and dreamy, now held a spark of something more – a yearning, a silent plea. But the moment she registered her boldness, panic surged through her. She fumbled, her grasp loosening on his hand as quickly as it had formed.

"Tae: Me sorry! Me sorry, I-"

Tae's voice, which had been laced with a tremor of fear, dissolved into a muffled whimper as she pressed her face into her trembling hands. A desperate urge to flee overwhelmed her, and she bolted, her bare feet slapping a frantic rhythm against the damp earth.

Zoken, his brow furrowed in concern, lunged after her. He reached out, his grip on her arm surprisingly gentle despite the urgency of the situation. Tae flinched, her eyes widening in anticipation of a blow, but Zoken held her loosely. He was about to speak, to offer some form of reassurance, when Tae cut him off with a frantic outburst.

"Tae: Before savior say anything, me have to tell something. Savior hasn't been round lot of Goblin's, me can tell. Me not sick, me-"

She gasped, her voice ragged with a mixture of fear and something else, something primal.

She broke off, her breath catching in her throat. Shame burned in her eyes as she tore her gaze away, taking a shaky breath to steady herself. Finally, she forced herself to look back at him, her voice barely a whisper when she confessed.

"Tae: Me in heat-"

With the last word, Tae's shoulders slumped, and her head dipped down like a wilting flower. Her fingers, which moments ago had been gesturing animatedly, twisted into her clothes, bunching the fabric in her agitation.

Zōken could hear the faint whisper of friction as her legs shifted nervously, her thighs rubbing together in a restless rhythm.

Across from her, Zōken blinked, the room momentarily blurring as he absorbed the weight of her confession. Each word she'd spoken echoed in his mind, demanding to be understood. He watched as her gaze flicked back up to him, searching his face for a reaction, for any hint of how he might receive her revelation.

Tears, glistening like shattered diamonds, clung to her lashes, threatening to spill over once more. But beneath the vulnerability, a flicker of something else burned - a spark of hope, perhaps, or maybe a tightly leashed defiance.

The silence stretched, heavy and expectant. Zōken opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, searching for the right words. The weight of what she'd entrusted to him settled on him, and he wanted to respond with the perfect balance of empathy and understanding. He owed her that much.

"Zōken: You....really held that in didn't you?"

A tense beat of silence hung in the air. She gnawed on her bottom lip, worrying furrowing her brow. How could she express the torrent of emotions swirling within her in a handful of alien words?

If she spoke her native tongue, she could speak her mind freely. She'd tell him in her own words, detailing her infatuation, her fascination, her obsession, the way he shone like a beacon in her darkest hour.

But her grasp of human language was tenuous at best. Each word felt like a clumsy tool, ill-suited to convey the depth of her feelings. She squeezed her eyes shut, searching for the most potent combination.

Finally, a single phrase burst from her lips, raw and unadorned.

"Tae: Me....me love you."

The words surprised even her, yet they held a truth that resonated in the quiet room. It wasn't eloquent, but it was hers, and it was true. She loved him.

A dark crimson green flush bloomed across her cheeks, mirroring the vibrant hearts that had taken hold of her irises. With each beat of her quickening heart, a warmth, both exhilarating and terrifying, pooled between her legs. The delicate fabric of her new panties, a secret indulgence for this very encounter, already felt damp, a showing of her escalating arousal. She was teetering on the edge, a delicious precipice.

Her body wouldn't remain still. A nervous energy crackled through her, manifesting in a relentless fidget. A telltale dampness began to settle beneath her, a growing puddle threatening to betray her mounting desire. Across from her, Zōken was a statue sculpted from surprise. A blush, mirroring hers in intensity, stained his cheeks.

He stammered, words catching like dry leaves in a whirlwind. The unexpected confession had left him utterly bewildered. Never in his wildest dreams had he considered the possibility of a female from another species, let alone one so utterly captivating, harboring such feelings for a simple human like him. The revelation ignited a spark of something foreign within him, a mixture of trepidation and a strange, exhilarating hope.

"Zōken: How can that be? We've only been traveling since the 15th?"

She shook her head and walked closer to him, putting a hand on his chest.

"Tae: Me love you! Savior!"

Zōken stared at her for a while, his face twisted in confusion and was bright red as he just didn't know how to act.

"Zōken: You really are an odd one."

A slow warmth bloomed in Tae's core as he lifted her, settling her onto the broad expanse of his lap. It was a sensation far more complex than mere physical comfort. Safety, yes, the primal reassurance of being cradled against his solid form. But beneath that, a simmering heat, a yearning so raw it stole her breath. Being in heat was a curse, turning her thoughts to forbidden places whenever he was near.

Days bled into nights, her control fraying at the edges. Every shared glance, every brush of her shoulder against his legs, sent a jolt through her. If they didn't find a way to ease the burning ache soon, Zōken would see a side of Tae even she feared – a feral, desperate creature driven by primal instinct.

Suddenly, a detail from their earlier fight flickered in her memory. Back when he'd rescued her for the second time that night, adrenaline had obscured the finer points. Now, his presence close, a different kind of awareness bloomed.

The tiger-skin patterned waist wrap he wore dipped low at the front, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. White linen pants strained against the hard contours of his form, leaving little to the imagination.

Her gaze snagged, lingered. Where before she'd seen only a fierce warrior, now she saw a man. The unmistakable bulge spoke of a power that mirrored the intensity thrumming through her own veins. Shame should have flickered, but instead, a thrill shot through her.

This wasn't a transgression, it was a recognition. A primal echo in her core resonated with the unmistakable evidence of his masculinity. This wasn't lust alone; it was a primal urge, an undeniable truth laid bare. Tae met his gaze, no longer with fear or gratitude, but with a burgeoning desire that mirrored the heat branding her skin.

"Zōken: Uh? Tae, Is something the matter?"

The goblin woman, Tae, twitched her ears at the subtle shift in Zōken's voice. It was a question, she could sense it in the way his tone dipped at the end, but the meaning itself remained shrouded. Goblin speech was blunt and to the point, lacking the nuances of human inflection. Frustration flickered in her emerald eyes for a moment before melting into something softer.

With a rumbling purr that vibrated deep in her chest, Tae tilted her head back, her pointed chin nearly digging into Zōken's sternum. Her emerald eyes, usually narrowed in battle, widened as she leaned in closer. The coarse fabric of his shirt did little to shield her from the surprising warmth emanating from his body. It was a comforting heat, a stark contrast to the cool dampness of the caves she called home.

A shy smile tugged at the corners of her sharp mouth.

"Tae: Me love you!"

She declared, her voice a low rumble that tickled at Zōken's chest. The question, whatever it was, could wait. Right now, the press of his solid form against hers was all that mattered.

Zōken chuckled, a deep rumble that resonated in his own chest. There was amusement in the sound, but it was laced with a tenderness that sent a shiver down Tae's spine. It wasn't the mocking amusement she was used to from others – this was different. This felt.... safe.

"Zōken: You're being very affectionate today, even more than usual."

He rumbled, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He didn't reach out to push her away, a small concession that spoke volumes to Tae's goblin heart.

Zōken's hand landed on her back, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt through Tae. Where the cold weight of his steel gauntlets used to be a familiar, calming pressure – a symbol of their partnership – now, it felt distant, almost sterile. This touch, the brush of his bare fingers, was different. It felt intimate, a secret language spoken only on skin.

A shiver ran down her spine, a delicious counterpoint to the simmering heat that had been building within her ever since Zōken entered the room. It was more than just the warmth of the lab – his presence always sparked something primal in her, a raw desire that hummed beneath the surface. But this time, it was different.

The bodysuit, normally a barrier, a second skin that allowed her to channel her feral side, now felt like a flimsy curtain. His touch ignited a firestorm within her. It was a paradox – his gentle caress against the rough fabric, the delicate press of his fingers sending a tremor through her entire body.

Tae fought back a whimper. Her breath hitched, caught in her throat.

Suddenly, she couldn't bear the restraint. With a surge of raw energy, she surged up onto the table, her back arching towards him. Dropping onto all fours, her body a live wire, she turned, her rear pointed directly at him. The bodysuit, suddenly an unbearable constraint, was ripped down past her hips, a defiant gesture fueled by the heat coursing through her veins.

One hand went to her ass, the slick warmth of her pussy lips beneath her fingertips a stark contrast to the coolness of the metal table. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Shame burned in her cheeks, but it was quickly eclipsed by a hotter, more primal urgency spreading through her body, her pussy lips, dark green insides were dripping wet as she was begging to be impregnated.

"Tae: Please..."

A strangled whimper fought its way past gritted teeth, a sound both desperate and defiant. Zōken locked eyes with Tae, his gaze snagged on the sheen of sweat that shimmered on her skin like a living flame. The Frenzy thrummed through her, a wildfire threatening to consume every thought and restraint. Her words tumbled out, a garbled mix of plea and challenge.

In the depths of her emerald eyes, a storm raged. It wasn't just raw desire he saw reflected there, but a primal desperation – a yearning for release from the encroaching madness and a twisted, desperate way of showing her love. After all, wasn't he her savior in this tempest?

Tae teetered on a precipice, her control a frayed thread threatening to snap. One wrong touch, one misspoken word, and she might shatter completely. Her body, once poised and graceful, was now a battlefield. Every restless twitch, every desperate press of her hips against the table spoke of a fight being waged within.

Gone was the delicate flush that had painted her cheeks a deeper shade of green. Now, a feverish crimson bloomed across her face, a stark contrast to the paleness threatening to claim the rest of her skin. The air crackled with unspoken desires and a tension that threatened to snap. It was a dance on a knife's edge, a desperate tango with a monster only she could see. Zōken knew one wrong step could lead them both tumbling into the abyss.

"Zōken: What the- Tae?! What're you doing?!"

A flustered blush erupted on Zōken's face as he scrambled to his feet. He reached for Tae, his movements jerky with surprise. His hands, usually so steady, fumbled with the zipper of her bodysuit, pulling it hastily upwards before engulfing her trembling form in his lap. He darted his gaze around the room, searching frantically for any sign of Irima. Surely, no one had witnessed Tae's… outburst.

Embarrassment clawed at him, a sensation far more potent than anything he'd ever experienced. He couldn't see the crimson blooming on Tae's cheeks, hidden as she was within the circle of his arms. The warmth radiating from her body, however, was a tangible reminder of the fire he'd unwittingly ignited.

"Tae: Me need..."

Tae mumbled, her voice thick with desire. Her normally vibrant emerald eyes were clouded with a hazy lust. Gasping for breath, she reached up, her touch sending shivers down Zōken's spine. Her soft fingers grazed his jaw, a stark contrast to the heat that emanated from her touch.

"Tae: Me love you!"

Tae declared again, her voice rough with raw emotion.

"Tae: Me want you now! Please!"

A soft, desperate moan escaped her lips, leaving a trail of goosebumps on Zōken's exposed skin.

His blush deepened further, a response to both Tae's sudden confession and the raw yearning in her voice. Her unexpected proposal caught him completely off guard. He instinctively pulled his gaze away, searching for Irima once more. The last thing he needed was for the nice lady to witness this blatant display of forbidden passion. Yet, despite his reservations, his hand found its way down Tae's trembling back, a silent reassurance that remained frustratingly unacknowledged as it rested on his own thigh beside her.

Tae could feel the rapid thump of his heart reverberate through his very core as he let out a soft, shaky sigh. A blush bloomed across her cheeks, reaching the tips of her ears that mirrored the fiery red hue. A wide, lustful and maddened smile stretched across her face, revealing a glimpse of her sharp teeth that glinted in the dim light of the eatery. Her pupils dilated, transforming into thin slits that held a primal hunger. The air crackled with a raw, unspoken desire, thick enough to almost taste.

(Note: This state Tae is currently in while in heat is called "Frenzy", it is what happens to Monsters who are in heat but havent had sex with their chosen mate during the beginning of their mating season, it causes them to lose themselves to their instincts, they become more beastial and unrestrained in nature, causing them to quite literally become a "nymphomaniac" who wants nothing more than to mate with their chosen mate until they are fully satisfied, it depends upon the individual for how drastic this state is and for how long it will last.)

"Zōken: Tae, I get it, you're in heat and REALLY want to mate with me, but now's just not the tim-"

The sentence stopped mid-air, dangling like a forgotten thread. A dampness seeped through his jeans, spreading with a coldness that sent a shiver down his spine. Panic clawed at his throat as he fumbled for the source. His hand met a slick warmth, the undeniable sensation of – oh god.

He whipped his head around, the world seeming to tilt on its axis. Tae wasn't the shy, primitive goblin girl he'd known for a few weeks now. Her normally gentle green eyes blazed with a primal hunger, pupils blown wide and slit. The shy smile that usually graced her lips had morphed into a feral grin, revealing a set of gleaming canines he hadn't noticed before.

Her back arched against him, grinding in a way that sent a jolt of something entirely different than fear through him. It was a primal need, a raw and desperate yearning that mirrored the feral intensity in her gaze.

Tae wanted him, that much was clear, but the way she wanted him sent a tremor of something far more primal – a thrill laced with terror – coursing through his veins.

"Zōken: Yeah I don't think there's any chance at getting out of here without letting her get things to go her way- Fuck?!"

Zōken darted his gaze around the dimly lit tavern. The flickering firelight barely reached the corners, leaving the edges shrouded in mystery. Other patrons, a motley crew of weathered hunters with calloused hands and scarred faces, filled the room with boisterous laughter and the rhythmic clinking of tankards. The only respite from the raucous energy was the table tucked away in a far corner, where an elderly couple huddled together, their wrinkled hands intertwined as they shared a quiet meal.

Zōken sighed, the breath escaping him in a shaky rush. He reluctantly eased his grip on Tae's hips, the warmth of her touch lingering on his palms like a phantom ember. In a blur of dark blue hair and playful energy, she had spun around on his lap, her mischievous grin replaced by a sudden seriousness. Before he could react, her lips were on his, the kiss a cascade of unfamiliar sensations. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, yet imbued with a raw urgency that sent a jolt through his body. Her heart hammered against his chest, a frantic counterpoint to the frantic rhythm that had taken hold of his own.

This was uncharted territory for Zōken. Never before had he tasted the intoxicating sweetness of a monster's kiss, let alone been propositioned in such a bold, unashamed manner. His mind raced with questions. Was this some bizarre Goblin custom? Was every Goblin woman as brazenly assertive as Tae? Did all Goblin mating sessions involve such immediate declarations of intent? Or perhaps, being royalty, was Tae simply a special case, unbound by the societal norms that might govern lesser Goblins? A dizzying wave of uncertainty washed over him as Tae finally pulled away, a wisp of steam curling from her lips as saliva dripped from her mouth, her emerald eyes sparkling with an unreadable intensity. The air between them crackled with unspoken desires, and it was clear she was ready to mate right there, in this dimly lit corner of the tavern, with only the flickering fire and the oblivious patrons as witnesses.

She continued to look at him as she started dry humping his dick.

"Tae: Me want you, does savior want Tae?"

A deeper growl resonated in her throat, a stark contrast to the playful teasing earlier. Her voice, usually laced with honeyed sweetness, now thrummed with a raw, primal hunger.

"Tae: Does savior want me?"

She rasped, leaning in. Lipstick, a dark, stormy blue, smeared on the edge of her lips, hinted at the battle raging within. Saliva glistened, a carnal invitation.

Her chest, usually kept hidden beneath layers of fabric, pressed blatantly against his. The bodysuit, once concealing, now clung desperately to her form, barely containing the heat radiating off her body. Her voluptuous curves, once playful, now seemed to writhe with a restless energy, on the verge of bursting free. The playful glint in her eyes, once the shape of hearts, had morphed into a terrifying X – a malevolent symbol of her corrupting transformation.

Zōken knew the clock was ticking. If their role as forever mates wasn't solidified soon, the playful seductress before him would be worse. Soon, she wouldn't be a monster woman yearning for his touch, but a feral monster consumed by an insatiable hunger. He could already see the telltale signs – the way her pupils dilated, the predatory edge to her movements. The kiss that followed was no longer playful, but a desperate attempt to forge a connection, a last lifeline before she was consumed by the beast within. Her once playful touch turned into a scorching brand, her body a living inferno threatening to engulf them both.

Zōken's initial moan in the kiss quickly dissolved into a breathless gasp as Tae's touch ignited a fire he hadn't felt in far too long. Her hands, surprisingly gentle despite their feral nature, trailed up his torso, sending shivers down his spine. Each caress was a stark contrast to the rough scrape of his armor, a forbidden pleasure etched against the familiar ache of old wounds.

He was putty in her hands, mesmerized as she explored the canvas of his scarred flesh. Each mark, a reminder of a bygone battle, seemed to enthrall her further. Her reverence for his warrior's past was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Then, with a swiftness that belied her growing fervor, she ended their heated exchange. A single finger reached up to cup his chin, tilting his head back to offer unfettered access. Zōken, his breath ragged, could only watch in stunned fascination as Tae transformed before his very eyes.

Gone was the alluring seductress he'd been entangled with mere moments ago. In her place stood a breathtaking vision of feral regality. Her emerald eyes, once playful, now glowed with an otherworldly jade flame. Her skin, once smooth and inviting, had morphed into a mesmerizing tapestry of amethyst hues. A serpentine tail, tipped with a wickedly sharp spade, materialized from her lower back, completing her metamorphosis into a Feral Goblin Queen.

Despite her imposing form, her touch remained surprisingly delicate. One arm snaked around his neck, anchoring him close, while the other hand drifted behind her head in a gesture of surprising tenderness. The primal sensuality of it all was intoxicating. It had been an eternity since Zōken had felt such raw, untamed desire coursing through him. This wasn't just a monster woman; this was a force of nature, and he was powerless to resist her.

A strangled moan escaped his lips, barely contained by the sheer force of his desire. He was a warrior, a hardened fighter, yet under her touch, he felt like a wide-eyed trainee experiencing love's intoxicating power for the first time. He was utterly captivated, his body a willing prisoner in her passionate embrace.

"Tae: Me want to mate with Savior! Mmmh~"

Tae's heart raced as her fingertips traced the contours of his body, sending shivers down his spine. The dimly lit room seemed to amplify the intensity of their desire, every touch magnified by the electric atmosphere. Their bodies, entangled in a dance of passion, yearned for more.

With each caress, Tae could feel the heat building between them, a fire that threatened to consume them both. As her hand continued its hypnotic rhythm, she felt a surge of confidence surmount her, a primal force urging her to explore further. Slowly, she lowered her gaze, her eyes fixed upon his partially exposed manhood.

A mix of anticipation and curiosity danced in her eyes as she observed his arousal. The flicker of candlelight illuminated her face, casting a seductive glow upon her features.

Her lips, moist and glistening, seemed to beckon him closer, inviting him to succumb to the intoxicating allure that enveloped them both.

Tae's hunger for him was undeniable, her hunger mirrored in his own longing. With a deliberate motion, she leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, and sensually ran her tongue along her lips. The air crackled with the unspoken promise of pleasure, their connection deepening with each passing second.

His eyes locked with hers, capturing the raw desire that coursed through their veins. In that moment, time stood still, suspended by the intensity of their shared passion. Their unspoken words became a symphony of longing, their desires orchestrating a dance too beautiful to ignore.

As Tae's lips parted, a soft whimper escaped, the embodiment of her craving. Her tongue, like a playful serpent, flicked across her lips, a tantalizing tease that sent a surge of electricity coursing through his body. She reveled in the power she held over him, knowing that they were both willingly surrendering to the ecstasy that awaited them.

Their connection grew stronger, fueled by their raw desire and the unspoken promise of pleasure yet to come. Tae's hand, still caressing him, guided him towards the edge of uncontrollable pleasure. The symphony of their longing escalated, reaching its crescendo, as their bodies moved in perfect harmony.

In that moment, as their desires collided, Tae's face transformed into a mask of pure ecstasy, mirroring the pleasure she was about to bestow. The hunger in her eyes intensified, reflecting a voracious appetite for the intoxicating connection they shared.

Their bodies, lost in the throes of passion, became a vessel for their desires, a testament to the depths of their connection. Tae's hand, guided by her insatiable lust, continued to dance upon his body, pushing them both to the pinnacle of pleasure.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only their shared intimacy behind. In this secret world they had created, they were free to explore the boundaries of their desire without fear or judgment. Lost in each other's embrace, they surrendered to the intoxicating dance of passion, a dance that would forever be etched in the depths of their souls.

"Zōken: I didn't know that when Goblin's go into heat that they become carnal beasts... it's a little bit exciting!"

Zōken found himself entranced by his alluring friend, Tae. As they continued their clandestine encounter, Zōken was rendered speechless and was pressed against the booth's wall, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Tae, her eyes filled with a ravenous glimmer, maintained her position, holding herself up against him. With one hand, she skillfully worked her magic upon him, gradually coaxing his desires to full hardness. Lost in a whirlwind of sensations, Zōken was left helpless, unsure of how to respond.

In the intimate confines of their secret rendezvous, Tae's determination grew. Her other hand joined in, relentlessly pumping his dick until it stood erect and ready.

Sensing the urgency of the moment, she gracefully dropped down to her knees, hidden beneath the table.

With a sense of daring, Tae took Zōken's throbbing dick into her warm and inviting mouth. As her lips enveloped him, she deftly peeled back his foreskin with her teeth, eliciting a soft moan from deep within him. Like an artist, she began to explore every inch of him, her tongue swirling and dancing around the exposed head in an exotic display of skill.

Zōken's body began to radiate with an intoxicating heat. Though fully consumed by pleasure, he kept his senses alert, ensuring that their illicit encounter remained concealed from prying eyes and ears. The walls of the booth became their sanctuary, shielding their intimate connection from the outside world.

He bit down on his lip as he attempted to thrust into Tae's mouth as she sucked him off, only for her to momentarily cease her actions.

"Tae: Savior, you don't have to do anything. Let Taevonish make you feel good~"

Tae groaned at the feeling of having his dick in her throat, a delicious sound that escaped her lips as she savored the meat stick she had. It was a ravenous and carnal pleasure. But for Tae, it was more. It was a stolen moment, a respite from the storm of emotions that raged within her whenever Zōken was near.

Weeks of unknowing teasing from him had left her a tangled mess, her panties always soaked in her juices. His very presence crackled with an energy that both terrified and exhilarated her. His kindness, a weapon he wielded unknowingly, only intensified her yearning. It was a delicious torture, a slow burn that left her wanting more.

With a practiced twist of her tongue, she attacked his dick with renewed vigor. Her head bobbed up and down, a metronome keeping time with the symphony of flavors dancing on her taste buds.

She had to savor every fleeting moment before his dick surrendered to the relentless heat, he was melting into a sticky puddle in her hand. It was a metaphor, not lost on her, for the precariousness of the situation, the impermanence of this stolen pleasure. But for now, she reveled in the coolness, the sweetness, the stolen moment of bliss.

"Zōken: Fuck?! Tae...I'm going to..."

Zōken's breath hitched, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. Deep within him, the carefully constructed dam holding back the flood of limitless energy strained, threatening to burst. The very core of his being ached with the overwhelming pressure. Fear, an emotion seldom experienced, flickered in his ancient eyes. He was nearing his limit, overcharged with a power beyond his usual control.

Across the table, bathed in the dim, flickering light, Tae sat perched. A predatory smile stretched across her face, revealing a set of sharpened canines that glinted with a dangerous glint. The sensation Zōken felt only seemed to heighten her amusement.

With a playful tug, she released his dick from her mouth with a loud and audible pop, her gaze never leaving his. Then, with a sinuous grace that belied her ferocious nature, she climbed onto his lap, her pudgy form outlined by the bodysuit she wore, the fabric barely containing her body.

Her feral grin widened further as she shed her suit, allowing her bare green skin to meet his.

This, this was the moment she had been waiting for - to be one with him, skin to skin. A flicker of something that might have been called love, or perhaps a fierce devotion, danced in her eyes. She understood the precarious state he was in better than anyone.

Leaning forward against his chest, she closed the distance between them with a hungry kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth, a silent plea for him to trust her. Her body thrummed with anticipation. She craved the slimy and gunky reward he was about to unleash inside her.

She broke the kiss as she stuck her tongue out, she felt his entire 10 inch dick slide within her pussy, her walls were wrapped around his throbbing dick as she began stroking it, awaiting for a slimy and gunky reward.

She finally had him inside her, she felt his dick spreading her open as she slid all the way down to the base of his dick.

Her eyes glowed a deep violet as her once dark blue hair and shifted to a raven black with violet highlights streaked across her hair.

A triumphant smirk played on Tae's lips. The chase was over. Zōken, the object of her ferocious affection, was finally within her grasp. This wasn't a mere victory, it was a claiming. Forget the tentative touches, the stolen glances; she craved the totality of him. He wasn't just a conquest; he was her mate, the only one who stirred a fire in her soul deeper than the primal hunger.

With a possessive growl, she pressed closer, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back. He flinched, but didn't pull away. Good. She wasn't interested in fleeting pleasures. She wanted the raw, primal bond, the melding of flesh and spirit that came with the frenzy.

Suddenly, a glint of feral excitement replaced the possessiveness in her eyes. This wasn't just about her needs. This time, maybe this time, they could both chase the edge. The frenzy, that transcendent state where her body pulsed with unimaginable power, was a double-edged sword. Risky, yes, but the thrill... the thrill of experiencing it together, of him feeling the surge coursing through her very being, was a temptation she couldn't resist.

A low moan escaped her lips as she leaned in, not for a kiss, but for a different kind of intimacy. Her sharp canines, usually kept retracted, flashed in the moonlight. With a swift, deliberate bite, she sunk them into his shoulder, the sharp tang of blood filling her mouth. It was a primal claim, a marking that transcended words. A crimson stain bloomed on his skin, mirroring the heat rising in her own body.

This wasn't a gentle seduction. This was Tae, untamed and untamable. She opened her mouth wider, a silent promise hanging in the air. This night, he wouldn't just be marked. He would become a father, a part of her in a way that transcended the physical. And she wouldn't let go until he was woven into the very fabric of her being.

A strangled warning tore from Zōken's throat. Inside him, a knot of tension unraveled with each frantic thrust. Here she was, the woman who'd claimed to be his savior, astride him with a primal hunger in her eyes. She rode him not with the grace of a princess, but with the savage abandon of a feral beast. Blood, a crimson testament to their frenzy, dripped from her lips and stained her cheek.

But as the throes of the Frenzy subsided, a sliver of Tae, the woman he knew, flickered back in her gaze. It was a fleeting glimpse, however. The curse had left its mark. The delicate princess who once ruled the Nightshade clan was gone, replaced by a creature forged in the fires of the feral transformation.

Yet, in this new form, Zōken saw a different kind of strength – a primal power that mirrored his own. And as the last tremors of the frenzy faded, she looked into his eyes, a flicker of something akin to acceptance sparking within them.

"Tae: I am no longer Taevonrish – Princess of the Nightshade Clan."

She murmured, the words sounding foreign on her tongue. Then, with a newfound ferocity in her voice, she proclaimed.

"Tae: Now. I am Taevonrish, Queen of the Lunatic Goblin Clan! Matriarch of the Hybrid Clan!"

A feral smile stretched across her face, a chilling beauty that sent shivers down Zōken's spine. It was a smile that spoke of a savage monster queen, a woman who had embraced the beast within.

"Tae: Do it, my savior. Give me something yummy to taste. Me take all of it, me promise~"

Tae relished the metallic tang of blood on her tongue, a primal satisfaction blooming alongside the ache in her shoulder. Zōken, marked by her claim, was undeniably hers. Ecstasy, a powerful surge that left her breathless, coursed through her.

Her eyes, usually a vibrant emerald, glowed with an otherworldly violet tinge, their depths swirling with newfound dominance. The powerful appendage that was her tail snaked around his leg, a possessive gesture. Her form, pleasantly plump but still toned, radiated a newfound confidence, a silent declaration of her ownership.

Without preamble, she began a rhythmic rise and fall, her movements purposeful and demanding. Zōken, caught in the throes of her awakening desire, felt a surge of heat answer her call. Pleasure, raw and primal, erupted within him, exploding in a series of white-hot bursts that flooded her core.

Lust, a thick fog, descended upon them, obscuring all rational thought. Their minds, overtaken by a primal yearning, became a battleground where carnal desires wrestled for dominance.

Tae's nakedness granted her primal efficiency. Unimpeded by fabric, she could focus entirely on the task at hand: grinding her bare flesh against Zōken's core. Every press of her body sent a jolt of raw energy surging through him. It was a carnal dance, a relentless friction that built a tension so thick it was almost suffocating.

With a gasp, she finally tore herself away, her pussy slick with their combined fluids. Reaching for his dick, she took a long, slow breath before pulling it into her mouth. The initial heat and mixture of her own juices and his cum was a delicious contrast to the heat that had just built between them. But then, a surprise. The familiar taste of cum was thick and chunky, a sweet reward.

Unfazed, Tae kept her lips wrapped around his shaft, determined to finish what she started. A slurping sound filled the air as she sucked with surprising force. Slowly, she slurped and gushed on his shaft until finally, with a loud 'pop', his shaft came free.

A triumphant grin spread across her face. Tae pulled away, revealing a glob of jelly-like cum on her tongue. Undeterred, she mimicked the way one might use mouthwash, swishing the glob of cum around her mouth before swallowing it whole.

A satisfied sigh escaped her lips, a plume of steam escaping with it. Gone was the ravenous hunger that had driven her moments ago. In its place, a full and contented smirk, laced with the aftertaste of ecstasy and a hint of smug pride. She met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with a challenge. The wordless message was clear: victory was hers, and it tasted sweet.

"Tae: Mmh...that was something else. You taste so good, Savior~"

A slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue darted across her lips, sending a jolt of heat through Zōken. Her fingers, previously tracing idle patterns on his chest, dug into the flesh of his thighs with a surprising intensity. Her breaths came out in ragged gasps, a stark contrast to the earlier playful banter. Her eyes, though, held a different story entirely. They were pools of molten desire, swirling with adoration and a hint of something primal – a hunger that was still not satiated enough.

"Tae: Did me savior enjoy that~?"

The question hung heavy in the air, laced with an unspoken promise. Before Zōken could even attempt to formulate a coherent response, she leaned in, her lips trailing a scorching path down his neck. Her teeth scraped against his skin, leaving a searing brand just below his earlobe. It wasn't a bite, not exactly, but a possessive nip, a claim.

Dazed, Zōken found himself nodding numbly. The world had narrowed to the feel of her touch, the intoxicating scent of her perfume, and the frantic drumming of his heart.

"Zōken: Did that bring you pleasure, Tae?"

He inquired, breathless from their shared passion.

"Tae: Y-yes..."

Her voice carried a tinge of weariness, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.

"Zōken: Good, because the next time you pull something like this, I will not stop until I have filled your womb entirely with my human spunk..."

Zōken's words hinted at the continuation of their carnal journey, promising more delights and indulgences yet to come.

Tae had a lustful and predatory grin on her face, she enjoyed feeling her savior agree to their marriage.

(Note: In the intricate culture of the Goblins within this realm, the act of cumming inside one's partner marks the sacred union between Goblin males and their chosen partners, be they female or male. When a Goblin male, whether conventional or feral, releases his cum within their spouse, it signifies not only the potential for procreation but also solidifies their marital bond. This unique custom serves as the cornerstone of Goblin matrimony, a tradition that intertwines physical pleasure with emotional commitment.

Furthermore, Goblins embrace a polygynous lifestyle, allowing a single male to take multiple wives or, in the case of being gay, multiple husbands. Group intimacy plays a pivotal role in Goblin relationships, fostering a sense of unity and connection within their community, like the mother of Tae, most of the children, namely any young girls in their clan are her daughters from multiple marriages and most of the adult Goblin women in their clan are her wives. Through shared experiences of passion and desire, Goblins strengthen their bonds and deepen their understanding of each other, shaping the fabric of their culture and relationships.)

The afterglow settled over Zōken as he finished. With a flick of his wrist and a muttered incantation, he banished any lingering evidence of their passionate encounter. A subtle magical breeze whisked away the scent of sex and cleared away any fluids that might have stained the cramped booth. Relief washed over him as he checked their surroundings, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He then gently lifted Tae, whose eyelids remained stubbornly closed, her body still flushed and languid.

He cast his gaze down and saw the aftermath of their intense coupling. Without a word, another silent spell cleansed them both, ensuring no trace of their intimacy marred Tae's clothes. Discreetly, he ended the time dilation magic that had shrouded their activities. As the world subtly resumed its normal pace, the waitress, Irima, reappeared with their bill. Zōken flashed her a charming smile and generously overpaid, eliciting a surprised but grateful gasp from the older woman.

Bidding farewell to the now bustling restaurant, they stepped outside. Tae, finally regaining some semblance of composure, flushed crimson at the realization of her unrestrained behavior. Shame gnawed at her for letting her primal instincts take control so completely. With a silent apology to Zōken, she followed him as they left the town behind.

The journey continued under the cloak of twilight. Zōken, with practiced ease, conjured a comfortable campsite for the night, allowing Tae a space to rest and reflect on the overwhelming emotions swirling within her.

The air crackled with a strange energy. Zōken folded the last of his clothes, his movements stiff and unfamiliar. Tae sat huddled on the edge of the hammock he'd fashioned for her, a stark contrast to the vibrant warrior he'd rescued. Shame gnawed at her. Seeing her vulnerability laid bare, the pleasure that had momentarily chased away the shadows now felt tainted. Had she ruined everything?

She stole glances at him, her heart a hummingbird against her ribs. His powerful form moved with a newfound hesitancy. Every so often, his gaze would flicker towards her, then quickly dart away. Was it disgust? Fear?

A wave of self-loathing washed over her. She clutched her hand between her legs, the warmth a meager comfort against the chilling fear of rejection. A lone tear traced a path down her cheek, the glistening drop a stark reminder of her shattered hope.

Suddenly, Zōken turned, his eyes locking with hers. The intensity of his gaze sent a jolt through her. He spoke, his voice husky and low.

"Zōken: Tae."

He began, the name a hesitant murmur on his lips.

"Zōken: Can you come here for a moment?"

His words, gentle yet firm, sent a tremor through her. She flinched, then slowly rose, ears flattened against her head. Each step towards him was an agonizing journey, the weight of her fear a heavy burden. What awaited her? Would this fragile connection be shattered?

Zōken surprised her by reaching out, his hands scooping her up. A gasp escaped her lips, but this wasn't the harsh grip of a captor. His embrace held a hesitant tenderness that sent a flicker of hope through the desolation in her heart.

"Zōken: Are you alright, Tae?"

He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Zōken: Did seeing that side of me scare you?"

Tae's world tilted. Here she was, back in his lap, the warmth of him seeping through her thin clothes. A fresh wave of mortification crashed over her. How could he, her savior, be more concerned with her opinion of him than her brazen display in the bustling eatery? Shame burned in her cheeks, and the fear of his judgment welled in her chest, spilling over into tears that traced hot paths down her vibrant green eyes.

Zōken's gaze snagged on those tears. The sight of her distress banished any lingering amusement he might have felt. With gentle concern, he brushed the tears away with his thumb, the pad soft against her flushed skin. The unexpected tenderness sent a jolt through her, and a blush bloomed across her face, hotter than before.

Tae looked up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. A shaky smile, both sad and grateful, played on her lips. It was a smile that mirrored the turmoil within her. Zōken, oblivious to the storm brewing in her heart, couldn't help but smile back, his own heart warming at the sight. In that moment, the awkwardness of their situation melted away. She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.

"Tae: Me love you!"

She choked out, the Kuumarian words thick with emotion and an accent.

"Team Me belong to you now!"

Zōken's heart skipped a beat. The declaration hung in the air, heavy with implication. Did her culture have some custom of females belonging to their mates? Or was it a heartfelt vow, spoken in the only language she knew to express the depths of her gratitude and newfound affection? Whichever it was, a flicker of unease sparked within him. Neither interpretation sat well with him.

He pushed the thought aside for now, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. He may not have understood the weight of her words, but he understood the vulnerability in her embrace. With a deep breath, he held her close, the unspoken promise of protection a silent comfort in the face of her uncertainty.

"Zōken: if you're worried about what happened at the diner, don't be, it is your mating season after all, i won't judge you for it, just let me know from now on until the end of your mating season so that I can help you tend to it, ok?"

She let go of him and nodded in agreement.

"Tae: Yes! Me understand! Me love you savior!"

Tae squeezed Zōken tightly, her heart overflowing with newfound joy. But their heart-to-heart was cut short by the unmistakable patter of approaching feet. Tae's head whipped around, a wide grin splitting her face as she saw her best friend, Raven, bounding towards her.

Raven, a young goblin woman with fiery red hair and eyes as green as summer moss, mirrored Tae's smile and launched herself into a hug. They clung to each other like vines, the reunion erasing the loneliness that had gnawed at Tae since they last parted ways.

"Tae: Raven! You came!"

Tae chirped, pulling back slightly. Raven's grin faltered for a moment, her eyes flitting down Tae's form. Here, amidst the dappled moonlight filtering through the ancient trees, stood her friend – completely naked and different in appearance, her hair was now raven black with violet highlights, her green skin was now a deep toxic purple, her eyes were now two toned, being emerald green and violet at the same time, she now had claws on her hands and feet, she also had a thick long tail that ended in a spade, she also has gained a bit of weight, looking more toned but still pudgy and soft, and to top it off, Tae appeared to be pregnant.

(Note: In this Universe, monster babies just stayed at a much faster rate than human babies, more specifically, Goblins when impregnated will immediately start showing signs that they are pregnant, in a matter of hours, a Female Goblin will begin showing signs of pregnancy in a matter of seconds, milk will begin production in their breasts, which is why Tae during her second climax squirted milk upon reaching total ecstasy.)

Raven's brows shot up. Concern warred with amusement in her emerald gaze. "Uh, Tae?" she began cautiously, "Why are you… uh… unclothed? And in the middle of the Whisperwood, no less?"

Tae, oblivious to the potential scandal, simply beamed. "Raven, guess what? I found a husband!"

Raven blinked, her jaw dropping in surprise. This was big news! Marriage was a serious commitment among goblins, and finding a suitable mate wasn't always easy. A thrill of excitement shot through her. But before she could bombard Tae with questions, her gaze landed on the human figure standing awkwardly nearby.

Zōken, still a little bewildered by the whirlwind of greetings, offered a sheepish wave. Raven's smile vanished. Her grip tightened on Tae's arm, her voice dropping to a low hiss. "Wait, a husband? Where? I don't see any goblins around here."

Raven scanned the clearing, searching for the lucky goblin who had captured Tae's heart. But all she saw was the lone human male, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. A suspicion, cold and sharp, began to form in Raven's mind.

With a yank, she pulled Tae behind a thick oak, shielding her from the human's view.

"Raven: Tae."

She said, her voice firm.

"Raven: Who exactly did you marry? And why do you look like that? Wait- Did you evolve?!?!"

Too be continued....