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Marcus stood in the corner as he watched his future being signed away. The two figures at the table were still speaking in hushed tones, a piece of paper between them. One of the pair was Marcus’ father. He was a large man. His pale skin muscular and toned from his years working as a stable hand. People always said the two looked much alike, which Marcus begrudgingly had to admit. They both shared thick brown hair that refused to be tamed by any brush as well as a strong jaw and hazel eyes.
Marcus’ father was by no means a kind man. His temper had been well known in the rural village where Marcus had grown up, and it had only worsened when his wife had died in childbirth. He had turned to drink to drown his sorrows, a habit he hadn’t shaken in the 12 years that Marcus had known him.
He knew that his father blamed him for her death. He could see it in his eyes. Not once had they ever shown Marcus anything but contempt. It was almost a miracle that Marcus had been able to survive his childhood between the beatings, poverty, and neglect.
As his father had dedicated more and more of his earnings to drink, the two of them had fallen on hard times. They had barely made enough to get by as it was. Soon his father had turned to other methods to gain coin out of desperation. Gambling, smuggling, Marcus had even been forced to resort to pickpocketing on orders from the man.
This sort of activity had led to the two of them being completely ostracized by the village community. Marcus barely saw his father leave the house anymore except to drink or earn his wages. Marcus himself couldn’t walk the streets safely. People stared as he walked by, looks of disgust and fear in their eyes. Mothers called away their children, shop keeps guarded their wares, older kids with sticks hid around every corner.
Marcus was alone, and now he was about to lose the only home he had ever known.
Hours ago, a sudden knocking had been heard at Marcus’ door. His father, suffering from one of his usual hangovers, had begrudgingly answered presumably to tell the intruder off. Surprisingly, it was not one of the townsfolk coming to berate them for his or Marcus’ behavior, but a newcomer who now sat opposite from him at the kitchen table.
Strangely, the visitor was not a human, but a goblin. He stood at about the same height as Marcus, with pale green skin, bald head and human-like ears that ended in a sharp point. His eyes were keen and intelligent, emphasized by the pair of spectacles he wore atop his slightly bulbous nose.
The stranger was not dressed in the dirty vestments of an impoverished village. Instead, he had a fine white dress shirt with faded brown stains along the sleeves. On his midriff he wore a pair of beige suspenders with numerous pockets up and down the chest each containing an assortment of tools and materials accompanied by good sturdy boots on his feet.
Marcus had heard tales of the goblin people from other members of his village. They were a brutish race, often known for setting upon travelers in the wilderness. They were primitive creatures that civilized races were better off avoiding entirely.
Yet, despite these descriptions, this goblin was the picture of civility. As Marcus’ father had opened the door, the goblin had greeted him with a polite bow and cordial manner. Orm, as he was called, was an enchanter by trade. A craftsman who worked to build and sell various magical devices for profit. He had recently chosen to become a traveling merchant and now wandered from town to town peddling his wares.
Earlier in the day, the goblin had set up his shop in the village where he had heard a few of the locals muttering about a young nimble-fingered troublemaker. A few quick inquiries with the villagers had pointed him towards Marcus’ father, who he now approached with a proposition.
“I have been seeking an apprentice.” Orm had said. “Someone who I can pass on my arcane skills and knowledge to before I retire.” “I know what a bleedin’ ‘prentice is slime.” Marcus’ father had replied in a spiteful tone. “An’ you can piss off! The boy might be a brat, but e’s useful enough that I ain’t about ta let a frog like you take ‘em.” “Quite.” Orm had calmly replied. He was seemingly unfazed by the larger man’s gruff demeaner.
“How about if I make it worth your while?” Orm turned, opening a leather pouch he had hanging around his waist. He reached inside and tossed a large brown cloth sack towards Marcus’ father which he caught with ease. Marcus, who had been watching quietly from down the entry hall, saw his father’s eyes go wide in shock as he peered at the contents of the bag. Though he was of much shorter stature than his father, Marcus could just barely discern the shine of the numerous precious jewels that the man now held in his hand.
Instinctively, Marcus’ father moved to close the door on Orm to lock him out, but the goblin was prepared. With a smile he raised up his right hand and loudly snapped his fingers together. Instantly the bag in the older human’s hands vanished in a puff of smoke only to reappear in Orm’s grasp. “Now, now my good man.” Orm said shaking his head. He was speaking in that mocking tone a schoolteacher might with a misbehaving child. “You shouldn’t-”
Marcus’ father lunged forward in a sudden fury, his eyes pointed and dark. The boy behind him cringed slightly in fear. There was a reason why the local constable hadn’t tried to lock up his father after all these years. The man was as strong as an ox with as foul of a temper.
Yet, despite this sudden aggression, Orm did not so much as flinch. The goblin quickly raised up his arm again and for the first time Marcus noticed the many metal rings adorning each of his fingers. One of these, a simple band of iron on his middle digit, gave off a single pulse of blue light. Before Marcus’ father could take more than a single stride, he seemed to collide with an invisible force that had appeared between him and his intended victim. He stumbled backwards, reeling from the unexpected impact, before collapsing flat on his backside.
Marcus watched bewildered as his father struggled to rise. His nose had been broken from the collision and two rivers of red blood were flowing out of each nostril. Yet Orm was upon him before he could move more than an inch. The air in Orm’s right hand seemed to blur for a moment before finally resolving into a long wooden cane. With a gesture, the goblin pressed the butt of the cane to the man’s jugular, instantly causing him to freeze in place.
Orm let out a disappointed sigh. “I really do hate violence you know, but what can you expect from the village dullard.” “You little shit, I’ll-” The reply, gargled as it was, was sharply cut off as Orm pressed the cane harder against the man’s throat. “Everything those people say about you is right you know.” Orm continued. “You’re so much of a pig, you’d try and assault the man who is about to make you wealthy beyond your wildest dreams. I have half a mind to reach into that skull of yours and erase everything but a sliver of your personality. I’d leave you here, a prisoner in your own mind while your flesh would lay here, drooling and babbling in a puddle of its own mess.”
Marcus’ father was audibly choking now. The goblin had almost completely blocked his airflow with the cane, and he was beginning to thrash about on the wooden floor. “I like to think of myself as a generous man, so I’m going to give you one more chance to talk this out like men instead of beasts. However, if you attempt to harm or rob me a broken nose will be the least of your worries. Do you understand?” Marcus’ father nodded weakly which prompted Orm to release the cane. Immediately the man rolled over onto his hands and knees and violently retched, taking deep, shaky breathes of air.
Marcus stumbled back at the sudden movement, finally shaken free of his stupor. Orm sharply looked up from the collapsed form of his father and fully took in Marcus’ appearance for the first time. Malnutrition and abuse had taken their toll on Marcus’ body. He was a head shorter than most other boys his age and wore a loose shirt with a pair of baggy trousers begrudgingly donated to him by his father. His body was lean and hardened from his impoverished life, his fair skin marked with bruises and scars from the worst of nights spent alone with a man with too much anger in his heart, and drink in his belly.
Orm’s eyes immediately softened as he took in Marcus’ sorry state. He reached out, almost as if to touch Marcus, only to immediately pull his hand back when he saw the fear in his expression. “Lad,” he said softly, “why don’t you get some drinks for the two of us. Water will be fine. I have a feeling your father and I will be having a nice long chat together.”
Now, hours later it seemed the terms of Marcus’ apprenticeship had finally been set. Marcus knew his father would agree to it. Once it became clear he couldn’t trick or bully Orm into submission, his father’s vices would prompt him to sign Marcus over to this… creature to satisfy his indulgences. Still, the process wasn’t as simple as a mere verbal agreement. Even at that moment, Marcus was watching his father struggle through the contract Orm had placed on the table in front of him.
The kingdom in which Marcus and his father lived had strict laws regarding apprentices. From the moment Marcus’ father finished signing that paper, his life of freedom, if it could even be called that, would be over. As an apprentice bound to Orm he would practically be a slave. He would have no rights in the eyes of the law and would be expected to accompany Orm wherever he went, serving him to the best of his ability. In return, Orm was required to provide substantial compensation to Marcus’ family, in this case his father, and was to provide Marcus with housing, food and education for as long as the apprenticeship continued. He would remain in Orm’s custody potentially for years, only being released once the goblin decided he was worthy of being called a master.
This was hardly an uncommon practice of course. Even in Marcus’ own village it was common for impoverished families to apprentice their children to local merchants and craftsmen. Even Marcus’ own father had been an apprentice at one time in his life. Yet, to be sold to a goblin. To be taken from the only home he had ever known…
Marcus had always been too afraid to try and leave his father’s home. After all, where would he go? The village in which he lived was too small to hide in and too isolated to risk braving the wilds to travel. Besides, despite everything that had been done to him, his father was the only family he had ever had.
So, Marcus had stayed. He had done his best to keep quiet and not provoke his father’s wrath. To be small, unnoticeable, not someone worth the effort of hurting. He had done everything his father had ever asked of him. He had lied, cheated, and stolen all in the hopes of somehow earning the love of this man. He wanted him to reject Orm. To say that no price was worth giving him up. Yet those words never came, and it finally became clear that this man had no love to give. Marcus couldn’t stop the tears from falling as his father penned the final signature.
Orm rose from the table and tossed the bag of gems to Marcus’ father, taking the completed contract with him as he went. “Come Marcus,” he said, his voice solemn, “Time for us to leave. Do you have any belongings you wish to take with you?” Numb, Marcus slowly shook his head. His father had never given him anything worth keeping save the clothes on his back. Behind them, the man let out a wheezing laugh, distorted somewhat from the bandages which had been placed to cover the broken nose. He poured the contents of the bag onto the wood in front of him. Jewels of every shape and color sparkled in the candlelight. The wealth in that bag was greater than anything Marcus had ever seen. And to think, the only thing it had cost was his own son.
Together, the master and his newly purchased apprentice stepped out into the cool night air. It was late spring, and the temperature was pleasant, the air rife with the nighttime sounds of insects and beasts in the nearby fields and forest. Orm was the last to exit and quietly closed the door behind them. Marcus’ father hadn’t spared them a second glance once he’d had his pouch. Marcus suspected he’d be at the local pub within the hour lauding his newly acquired fortune.
Marcus wrapped his arms tightly around himself, shivering despite the warmth. His mind was a whirlwind of emotion. Hatred at his father for abandoning him, fear at what his future might hold. He didn’t even know the first thing about magic or enchantment, what could this creature possibly expect of him?
A green hand fell lightly upon Marcus’ shoulder bringing Marcus out of his reverie. His body tensed at the sudden contact. He had half a mind to pull his arm away, but found he was too emotionally drained to bother with the effort. With resignation, he turned to face his new master. “It’s alright lad.” Orm said, his voice solemn. “This was probably for the best. I doubt you’d have lasted more than another winter with that man before he either killed you, got you arrested or sold you to slavers.” Marcus snorted disdainfully at the last comment. Hadn’t that been exactly what had just happened?
“Now, before we proceed there is one more order of business you and I need to address.” Orm turned and reached back into his leather pouch. After a moment of rummaging, he produced a stark black wooden box. It was a small thing, compact enough to fit comfortably in the palm of Marcus’ hand. It bore a large crease along the center which divided it into upper and lower halves and had a brass hinge on the back side. With a flourish, Orm pried the box open and presented it to Marcus, revealing that it contained nothing more than a single metal ring.
“A gift.” Orm said as Marcus inspected the ring. It was simple in design. A single small hoop of metal, perhaps made of copper or bronze. It bore no noticeable design or engraving and was similar in construction to the ones that adorned Orm’s own fingers. “As my apprentice, you will be required to wear that ring at all times.” Orm said. “It will mark you as one who is under my care.”
Curious, Marcus reached out and removed the ring from the box. The ring had to be enchanted somehow. Marcus couldn’t see any other alternative after the display he had seen earlier in the day. Real power, there, in the palm of his hand. He could almost feel his skin tingle where the metal touched his flesh. As he watched the ring shine in the fading sunlight, Marcus had to admit there was a certain beauty to it. He’d never owned any jewelry of his own, but if he had had the money, this was the sort of thing he would by. It almost seemed a shame that it wasn’t being worn right now. Marcus was sure it’d be comfortable on his fingers…
Almost without thinking, Marcus placed the ring on the middle finger of his right hand. As the digit slipped through the loop of metal, Marcus was disappointed to find that it was slightly too large for him. Yet, as the ring slipped past the joint, Marcus was surprised to find that it was beginning to tighten around him. Within a heartbeat, the metal was wrapped snugly against his skin, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to keep it from falling off.
Marcus yelped slightly at the shifting of the metal, eliciting a small chuckle from his green companion. “You don’t have a lot of experience with enchantments do you lad? No matter. Come, we should make our way back to the cart before sundown.” The moment Orm gave his command Marcus, the boy immediately snapped his head up at attention to comply. Together, the two walked down the dirt path towards the village proper.
As bare feet and leather boots crunched through the dirt and grass, Marcus felt his worries and fears begin to fade away. He still felt emotionally raw, his eyes still stung from the falling of his tears, but there was sudden peace within him now, a stability that he couldn’t quite explain.
The village streets were largely deserted when Marcus and Orm arrived. Most of the crowds had returned home for the evening meal and the local shops were packing up for the night. As usual, Marcus’ presence garnered more than a few stares from the few pedestrians still about. The common mix of pity and scorn that he was accustomed to receiving. Still, no one moved to bar their path as they strode towards the other side of town.
“Ah, here we are.” Orm said as they reached the village outskirts. It had taken the better part of a full twenty minutes of walking to cross from one side of the settlement to the other. The sun was now just a faint glimmer behind a set of forested hills to the west.
Here, in the fading light of day, Marcus beheld what was an admittedly disappointing sight. In front of him stood a large, pointed roofed cart in a state of general disrepair. It had a rectangular base with four windows, two on each side and a single red door at its center. The wood was old and rife with patchwork repairs up and down the sides and the remnants of what had once been a coat of blue paint were flaking off here and there. Despite its bulk, Marcus could tell that the inside would be tight and cramped for its passengers, accounting for the fact Orm was traveling with a fair number of supplies and wares to sell. This was the residence of a powerful enchanter?
Seeing Marcus’ obvious confusion prompted Orm to don a knowing smile. “Lesson one, apprentice.” He said, walking up the small set of stairs in front of the door. With a flourish, Orm once again materialized the cane Marcus had seen him wield earlier in the day in the grip of his right hand. Holding the wood by its shaft, the goblin rapped the cane’s grip on the door three times, punctuating the relative silence of the night. Marcus heard a loud *click* sound from the brass handle and the door swung open, showering both master and apprentice in bright firelight. Orm turned back to face his young ward. “With enchantment, not everything is as it seems.”
Following the beckoning of his master, Marcus stepped through the open doorway. Inside he was surprised to find a much different scene then he had been expecting. Rather than the musty inside of a cramped storage cart, the space inside was enormous, much larger than the dimensions of the cart should have allowed. If he didn’t know any better, Marcus would have thought he had stepped into a sizable cottage.
“Welcome to your new home my boy!” Orm said as Marcus joined him inside. The room in which the two had entered seemed to be a workshop of some kind which dominated almost three-quarters of the floorspace. The walls one either side of the door were lined with all sorts of wonderous objects. Tools and gadgets lay sprawled on worktables and benches, gemstones and metals glittered with unnatural lights. To his right, the space resolved into a small sitting area with a hearth that burned quietly with an orange flame.
“Feel free to look around, I’ll be back shortly. I need to get a few things prepared for you.” With a sly wink, Orm ambled over to a flight of stairs situated in the far back corner of the room, and began to quickly ascend, disappearing in a matter of moments.
Left to his own devices, Marcus began to more thoroughly inspect this “cart.” He could hardly believe how tidy everything was. There was the occasional pile of clutter on the shelves here and there, but for the most part all was in its proper place. It was clean too. Marcus ran his finger over a nearby shelf and was surprised to find not a single speck of dust. A far cry from his old residence, who’s counters, and tables always seemed to have been covered in some form of filth.
As he wandered the workshop, Marcus’ pickpocketing instincts drove him to observe some of the jewelry Orm seemed to have left out. Instinctively, Marcus tried to reach out and quickly pocket a small metal bracelet he saw laying on a stool nearby, but found he was unable to do so. As he willed his fingers to reach out and grasp it, the intent instantly seemed to fade from his mind. Marcus’ hand slowed to a halt, mere inches from the table’s surface. He knew that he wanted to take the bracelet, but as he drew close his mind began to fog. It was almost like he had forgotten how to make his arm work at all.
“Like father like son, eh?” Marcus jumped at the sudden voice emanating from behind him, causing him to let out a curse. He hadn’t heard Orm walking back down the stairs in his stupor. “I-I’m sorry, I-” Marcus stammered, a hurried excuse at the ready. Inside he felt a spike of fear. Not even an hour Orm’s care and already Marcus had been caught trying to steal from him? How stupid could he be!? Surely, he was in for it now. He would be beaten and thrown into some horrible dark corner for the night. Left to starve as his punishment.
However, as he turned to face his master, Marcus’ words died on his lips as he beheld yet another shocking sight. Orm was now completely naked. Marcus stumbled back in shock at the goblin’s lack of attire. Bereft of his clothes, he could now see the full picture of Orm’s body. He did little to hide his shame, almost seeming proud of his nudity. His figure was fit and lean, a build similar to some of the young farmhands Marcus knew from the village. Orm’s skin was a smooth emerald, seemingly unmarked by any scar or blemish that would disfigure him. On his chest, two perky nipples of a darker green accented his slender, well-built arms. And then there was his cock. Marcus almost felt that his eyes were being drawn to it. Aside from its color, green like the rest of the goblin’s anatomy, it wasn’t particularly remarkable. It seemed to hang about as long as Marcus’ own, four inches while flaccid, and lacked any pubic hair around the crotch. Yet, as Marcus continued to stare at it, he felt his heart begin to race.
“Why… what?” Before Marcus could voice any questions, he found his mouth smothered as Orm pulled him into a kiss. Logically, Marcus should have pulled away. He should have ripped himself from Orm’s embrace and fled into the night. Yet, even as his instincts screamed at him to flee, he found himself unable to comply. The fog from before once again settled onto his mind and he soon found that he was returning the goblin’s affections.
Marcus opened his mouth as his master pressed their lips together, giving the goblin full access to his body. Their tongues writhed and danced together as Orm deepened the kiss. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured to Marcus in between breaths. He gently pushed him backwards until the two were pressed against the wall, the room wet with the sound of their passion. Marcus couldn’t describe how good this felt. Every time their lips met; a spike of pleasure shot through his body. He wanted more. He needed more.
Slowly, Marcus felt Orm’s hands descend and begin to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. “That man doesn’t deserve your Marcus.” Orm continued popping the first button free. He stopped his assault on Marcus’ mouth and began to work his way downwards, placing kisses along his cheek and neck. “He could never give you the love you need, the love you deserve.” Marcus’ shirt was now completely unfastened, allowing Orm to tear it gently from his body and throw it to the floor.
“I can give you everything Marcus.” Orm was now kissing Marcus’ bare chest, the scars and bruises that he usually tried desperately to hide now open to Orm’s ministrations. He gasped slightly as he felt Orm pass over his nipple. “Knowledge, power. You would never have to live in fear ever again.” Orm’s hands were in Marcus’ pants now. A soft moan left Marcus’ lips as the goblin found his hardened shaft and held it in his grip. With one quick motion, Orm used his other hand to pull down Marcus’ trousers, leaving him just as naked as his lusty master. “Just let me love you, hold you, and I’ll let you use me how you wish.”
Orm’s mouth was moving lower and lower, he was at Marcus’ navel, now his crotch. He buried his pointed nose in Marcus’ nascent pubic hair taking a nice long whiff. At last, he was crouched fully onto his knees, face to face with Marcus’ hardened member. Orm’s perverted touches had certainly had their effect. Marcus was as hard as a rock, all six inches of his uncut dick at full attention. Grinning, Orm stuck out his tongue, delicately licking up a bead of pre that had collected at the very tip. The goblin then began to kiss at Marcus’ cock, emulating what he had done previously with the rest of the boy’s body.
“God… oh gods!” Marcus moaned as Orm worked his way ever downwards. He shuddered at every kiss placed along his head and shaft. Once Orm reached his balls, he once again felt his master press his nose into his cock flesh, letting out a lusty moan of his own. Clearly Orm enjoyed the aroma of unwashed boy taint. Marcus continued to writhe as Orm began to tongue and suckle upon his sack, his nose practically nailed to the underside of Marcus’ dick. A quiet slapping sound indicated that Orm had begun to attend to his own hardened cock, masturbating himself as he worshipped Marcus’ boyhood.
“Master… oh master please!” Marcus found himself saying. Every touch and kiss against his skin was electrifying. He’d never felt such pleasure before in his life. Yet, some part of him knew that Orm was holding back. “Master, please I- I need… I want.”
Slowly, Orm pried himself away from Marcus’ boy taint. “Hush lad” The goblin said. He stuck out his tongue and gave a long and sensual drag along the underside of Marcus’ shaft all the way to the tip. He waited there, lips mere inches from the stream of precum that leaked from his apprentice’s urethra. “Don’t worry. What kind of master would I be if I did not try to satisfy all of my apprentice’s desires.” With that, he opened his mouth and sucked the boy’s cock inside him.
Marcus saw stars as Orm began to nurse on his musky cock. This was amazing! Even Orm’s touches from earlier seemed dull in comparison to the sheer extasy he felt now. The goblin’s mouth was wonderfully warm and wet. Every inch of himself that he buried down Orm’s throat was one inch closer to that nirvana the fog in his head begged for him to reach. He lost himself to his desires. With a meaty grunt, Marcus bucked his hips forwards, forcibly shoving all of his cock into Orm’s hole in one thrust. Marcus saw Orm’s eyes widen in surprise at the motion, but he made no attempt to stop him. The goblin went limp, allowing Marcus to hump his face with wild abandon. He greedily suckled on boy cock, bobbing his head in time with Marcus’ hips. Soon the two were engaged in a full-on face fucking, the workshop loud with the wet slapping of Marcus’ balls against his master’s chin.
Young and inexperienced as he was, Marcus knew that he wouldn’t be able to last for too much longer. The pleasure he felt in his groin was building too fast! With one last bestial moan, he gripped the back of Orm’s hairless skull and buried the goblin’s face into his crotch. He came, spilling a torrent of boy cum down his pedophile master’s throat. Orm reacted quickly, wrapping his lips around Marcus’ shaft like a vice in order to keep all of Marcus’ cock milk inside him. Finally, Marcus’ balls and muscles were spent. He pulled himself out of Orm’s mouth and collapsed to the floor, his crotch wet with a sticky mixture of semen and goblin spit.
Marcus was so tired, he barely registered Orm who was still crouched in front of him. The goblin was furiously working his cock with his hands, his palms slick with a mixture of goblin pre and some of Marcus’ cum which he had wiped from his mouth. With a shudder, Orm came as well. He gasped, his engorged cock covering both master and apprentice in ropes upon ropes of musky white liquid. He leaned forwards and kissed Marcus again, releasing the mouthful of seed he had kept. Marcus was surprised by how sweet the cum tasted as he wrapped his tongue around Orm’s once more. He gratefully took what remained of his load into his mouth and swallowed, surrendering to Orm’s touch.
The two remained there together on the floor for a time. Orm took the opportunity to clean his ejaculate from Marcus’ skin, delighting in the way Marcus giggled as he licked up the goblin cum on his chest and arms. Sufficiently “clean” Orm pulled Marcus to his feet and walked him over towards the hearth in the corner. Together, they sat in a large leather armchair, which had been placed in the center of the space, Marcus upon Orm’s naked lap. They sat there in silence, each enjoying the company and warmth of the other.
Eventually, Orm began to speak. “How did that feel.” He whispered into Marcus’ ear, taking the opportunity to give the boy a small peck on the cheek. Marcus blushed slightly, finally becoming aware of what the two of them had just done. He knew what had just happened was wrong. Orm shouldn’t have done those things to a boy his age. And yet, as he looked back, he couldn’t help but remember how right everything had felt in the moment.
Orm had said he loved him. Marcus was still reeling from that. He had never heard anyone say that to him for as long as he had been alive. They had barely known each other for a few hours and yet this person was holding him as tightly as a lover. “It… it felt really good.” Marcus said bashfully. “I’m sorry about what I did. I didn’t mean to-” Orm held up a hand. “It’s alright Marcus, you didn’t do anything wrong. If I had wanted you to stop I would have stopped you.” He smiled at Marcus and gave him a wink. “Besides, its been a while since I had a fine boy like yourself take me so forcefully like that. We’ll have to try that again in the future.” “The future?” Marcus asked, a surprised look on his face. “You mean…” “But of course.” Orm said. His hand slid downwards until it was caressing Marcus’ ass. “I promised that I’d love you apprentice, and I’m not about to go back on my word~” Marcus blushed again, despite his fatigue he felt his cock twitch at his master’s words. Every night, the two of them together like that…
“Alright then, come on my boy. As much as I enjoy your rustic aroma it wouldn’t do for the customers to smell you like that. Let’s get you cleaned up before we retire hmm?” Orm rose from the chair, Marcus still held carefully in his arms. The boy widened his eyes as he was lifted into the air. Clearly the goblin was far stronger than his small build belied. He wrapped his arms around Orm’s neck as he carried him up the stairs, warm and safe in his embrace.