An Engineer's Oath

Allright, the next chapter ought to wrap Engineer's Oath up nicely. I hope. And yes, I AM working on the next chapter for Shadows, so nobody panic. Yet. And I'm really, really sorry about how damn long this took. I do despise my job at times such as this, especially when my situation at home reminds me of a madcap cirus. So yeah, suck.

Some of the terms and items in this and the previous chapter have been taken from the D20 World of Warcraft RPG books, such as the Phlogiston Boiler (which is what they use to get the zepplins aloft), and a few things here and there out og the D&D universe. To say the least, those books are a bit of a godsend here, and I hope you like.

Viva_Rose: Well, thanks. This one's got some interesting devices, too. ^_^

Noname: Aye, I can't even begin to fathom writing a set of 60+ characters. My main's hovering at 30 right now, so that seemed reasonable for me. Most of my WoW stories (yeah, I plan on doing a few others) will inter-connect with each other at some point. And, this one's got sex. I suppose one out of three's not too bad, eh?

M.R.B.: Well, I'm glad I can live up to high standards. =D

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Four hours of tortured, nightmare-ridden "sleep" did little for the boy's frayed nerves, but his body wasn't as sore as it was the previous night. Lowering himself down from the tree, he contemplated the length of his trip.
A quick pace would have him in the Wetlands by midday, but would but him in considerable danger. A cautious pace would mean arrival by well past nightfall, and he honestly didn't remember which would be more dangerous.
He decided to take the risk of being seen when the sun decided to rise, and set out across the road, the chill pre-dawn air hardly hindering his stride.

Rafe woke quickly, something in his brain telling him he was being watched. He sat up quickly, tossing the flap of the bag aside, and looked around cautiously.
"Morning, sleepyhead," a voice told him softly, and the Goblin relaxed.
"Up already, Eleam?" he asked, stretching wide.
"Mm-hmm," she murmured, twisting one of the torches on. She had already opened the chestplate on the machine, and was peering inside.

Rafe stood up and ambled over to a sack that hung from an outcrop of rock and pulled it down. The scent of smooth, mild spices wafted out as he took a few slices of Spiced Bread from the oversized bag before closing it again, placing in in the tightly sealed container he usually kept it in.
"Heads up," he called out, tossing three slices to his partner.
She grabbed them from the air easily, but gave him a playful frown. "Aww," she pouted cutely, "that's all we get for breakfast?"
The Engineer shrugged and bit a corner from one of his own pieces. "Hey, I want to get this damn thing done," he reasoned. "If we can eat while we work, it's quicker."
"I know," she replied, munching on the bread herself. "Maybe we can get this finished before lunch, eh?"

With spanners in hand, the two set to working on the numerous fine adjustments that the construct required. And rest assured, there were a lot.
Every joint, socket, gyro, strut, and possible moving part had to be painstakingly calibrated to a precise measurement, each one conforming to a rigid tempo set by the machine's boiler. If one part was too far out of alignment, the entire contraption would lock up and shut down, causing enormous frustration for the two, as they had to work outwards from the core to the assumed problem area.
But even for a monotonously large task such as this, there were still two working on it, making progress somewhat easier. Rafe was working the top half, from the boiler upwards, seeing as he was the one who knew how to work it, and Eleam worked everything below that, cranking and hammering any overly loose parts back into line.

The Goblin turned the starter once more, the thrum of the engine as it came to life shaking the stool he stood on. A handful of seconds passed, both of them waiting anxiously for the inevitable cascade failure to strike.
And, like clockwork, one of the lower gears gave a rough, out of tune grind and the entire contraption shuddered to a halt. The Gnome only sighed, giving a half-hearted glance up to the Engineer before unlatching one of the several panels in the legs.
"That one sounded like a lower leg actuator this time," she said aloud, straining against a stuck bolt.
"Hey, that's not bad news," the Goblin replied. "Theoretically, we're getting close to done."
Eleam scoffed, then shook her head. "I sure hope so," she breathed. "This thing's getting on my nerves."

She closed the hatch and tapped the metal chassis twice, letting her counterpart know that it was ready for another try. Rafe nodded and ran the boiler once again, silently crossing his fingers.
The machine ran for almost a full minute before another cacophony of screeches rolled from the machine. A thin wisp of smoke rose out from the thing's right arm.
"Oh, hell," the Goblin muttered, prying the metal open, "that can't be good."
The Blacksmith heard him grumble something as he straightened up, holding a hunk of metal in his hand.
"Stripped a gear," he sighed, tossing the now useless part to the side.
Without missing a beat, Eleam walked over to the spare parts bag and gently heaved another matching gear to the green-skinned humanoid. He nodded in silent thanks before turning back to the machine and replacing the missing part.

Rafe lowered the plate into its place and stepped down to turn the boiler on again. It whirred once and gave a hollow groan before sputtering out and halting unexpectedly.
"You have got to be kidding me!" the Goblin growled, opening the fuel hatch on the engine.
Eleam leaned closer, trying to peer over the Engineer's shoulder. "What's wrong?"
A heavy sigh preceded his reply. "There's a leak in the fuel tank," he told her, pointing to a small hole that had formed in the bottom of the wrought iron reservoir.
"And that phlogiston stuff's heavier than air, isn't it?" the Gnome asked dejectedly.

They discussed for a few minutes, figuring out what they would do. The Goblin suggested that he go back to Booty Bay for more phlogiston and have Eleam stay behind and adjust machine, but the Gnome's solitary paranoia would have none of it.
"Besides," she countered, "I don't know this thing as well as you do."
"True, but he only sells it to people he knows," the Engineer informed her.
"Then give me a note or something," she offered.
Rafe shook his head, the single ponytail flopping to either side. "There's the possibility that it's a forgery, or you strong-armed it out of me. He won't take it."
She sighed and glanced around nervously, and the Goblin shook his head. I really don't want to leave her here alone, he thought. That attack put her on edge, and I don't blame her for it. But I hafta get more fuel or this thing will never get done!

The stalemate was broken by the most fortuitous of arrivals; a mailed fist pounded on the stone outside, alerting the duo to a visitor's presence.
"Claris!" the woman called out happily, leaping up from the floor to meet her friend. Rafe smiled to himself, glad that the Paladin had arrived when she did.
"Hey Claris," he said, squinting a little in the noontime light.
"'Ello there, ye two," she replied warmly. "Good news an' bad news, lass," she told the Gnome.
"Bad news," her friend replied.

"The boats've been caught in a small malestrom for the pas' few days, an' they're too damaged to sail anywhere fer a bit," the Dwarf said.
"Oh, that's great," the Blacksmith said glumly. "If that's the case, what's the good news?"
Claris smiled. "An' the good news is tha' we've been told to forget the return goods and take the gryphons back to Menithil."
The Gnome smiled brightly. "Well, thank the Light! How long are you staying, Claris?"
"For a few more hours, Eleam," the Paladin told her. "I've a few things to take care of, meself."
"Well, if that's the case," Rafe interjected politely, "would you mind keeping her company for... oh, twenty minutes or so? I need to pick something up from town."
The Dwarf nodded lightly. "Aye, 'tis no problem, Rafe."

As the Goblin jogged off, the two women sat in the grass, enjoying the scent of sea on the air. "Ahh... well, we're practically finished now," the Gnome told her friend. "He's good."
"Aye, I won't doubt tha, lass," the Paladin replied, "although he did tell me you had certainly helped finish it faster than anything he could'ave done."
Eleam blushed and scratched the back of her head lightly. "I didn't do much," she mumbled.
"Mebbe no' in yer eyes, but to him, you've been invaluable," Claris said.
The Gnome's shy blush intensified, and she stayed silent, quite preoccupied with the ground.

Kalderin brushed off his tattered clothes and scowled. Well, fine, then, he though bitterly. Maybe I won't make it by midday. Being chased by a group of Forsaken wasn't too much of a deterrent, but when it had become a constant dodging game with the Horde, the Syndicate, Trolls, and the indigenous animals that had become very active as of late, he was spending more time avoiding anyone than moving forward.
"There he is!" someone shouted behind him, pulling the boy from his thoughts. He glanced back to see more Syndicate goons still chasing his trail.
"Damnit!" he breathed, tearing into a run and turning back to Boulder'gor, hoping that the enraged Trolls would be more interested in the unsuspecting group of thugs than him.

"So," the Gnome said after a long silence, "whad'dya think of Rafe?"
"He's far less dubious than most," the Paladin admitted, "an' he has a sense of genuine kindness abou' 'im."
"Well, it's pretty obvious you trust him quite a bit," Eleam piped up in her high voice. "I mean, you wouldn't let me stay out here if you didn't, right?"
"At first, it was me trustin' yer decisions, lass," the Dwarf said, "but now that I've spoken with 'im, he seems trustworthy, aye."
"That's good," the smaller woman said. "He's a good guy."

Rafe came striding up soon after, a large bottle of a gaseous blue substance in his hands. Seeing his arrival, Claris rose and nodded to her friend.
"I'll be back in a few hours, Eleam," she said with a wave.
"Allright," the Gnome said cheerily, rising as well. "We won't be going anywhere."
"Leaving already?" the Engineer asked as he walked up.
"Aye, but I'll be back to see the progress later," she assured him.
The Goblin smirked. "Good to know. We'll try not to disappoint."

Back inside the cave, the Gnome pried the chest and the boiler open, looking at the puncture in the fuel catch. Using a piece of leather and a heavy quill, she marked off the size of the hole and moved over to the table while Rafe busied himself, gathering the loose phlogiston that had spilled to the bottom of the machine.
She pulled over a scrap of refined iron, placing it on a stone pillar that served as a passable anvil, and beat it into a roundish shape. Then, using a chisel-like device, she carefully hammered the coin-sized piece of metal free.
Eleam walked over, arcing an eyebrow at the Goblin. "Now, you're sure this stuff's gonna hold?" she asked sceptically.
"Ohohoh, trust me on this. Sovereign Glue certainly lives up to its name," he shot back, taking the piece of iron and ducking inside the machine.
He applied a dallop of the substance to the area around the hole, and placed the plug squarely inside. It only took a few seconds for the stuff to harden completely, binding the hole shut... one way or another.

Shutting the fuel door, Rafe picked up a Bronze Tube and poked it into a vent in the top of the boiler. "Hit me," he told the Gnome.
She uncorked the bottle of phlogiston and poured the gas into the funneled top, making sure not to miss as she knew the substance was more than a little dangerous if inhaled. She wasn't sure if the reservoir could hold all of the fuel that the overly large flask had, so she wasn't pouring full-tilt just yet.
A third of the bottle was emptied when Rafe asked her to stop. The Warrior re-sealed the bottle and took the tube, setting them both on the table, and turned back to the machine with baited breath.
"Moment of truth," she murmured.
"No joke," came the breathy reply as the Engineer ran the contraption once more.

The construct sputtered and wheezed, phlogiston gas filling the once empty fuel lines, then slowly came to life, running with the occasional odd hiccup. They both waited, tense with the expectation of failure.
A minute passed, and there was no sign of difficulty. They both breathed a little, still waiting.
A second drifted by, yet still, nothing, much to the relief of them both.
When the machine had run for three whole minutes, they looked at each other in surprise and shock. It's working! their faces said.
And when the fourth full minute passed, neither of them could hold it any longer. Eleam whooped loudly, leaping into the air with a cheer, and Rafe laughed boisterously, hardly able to believe it. "IT WORKS!" he shouted to no one in particular, still laughing.

Now's your chance, the Warrior's mind urged, and it may well be the only one you get!
Taking her own advice, the Gnome surged forward, throwing herself gleefully at the Goblin and nearly knocking him over with her enthusiasm. Her arms wrapped around his chest, catching him in a tight hug while she nuzzled her face against his back, giggling.
The Engineer heaved a bit, caught completely off guard, and tapped the woman's clasped hands lightly. "Air," he coughed, weakly, getting a surprised squeak from the Gnome. She released her hold on him quickly and he turned around to face her apologetic expression, complete with an embarrassed blush framing her round face.
"S-sorry," Eleam stammered, twisting her foot slightly and looking at the floor.
Rafe laughed and patted her shoulder. "It's okay, no harm done."

The Warrior glanced up at him carefully, the crimson hue in her cheeks growing deeper. Gently, she wrapped her arms around the Goblin's waist, pulling their faces within inches of one another. She held his gaze evenly, her eyes searching the Engineer for something that he wasn't really sure of. She almost looked sadly contemplative.
"Hey," Rafe said, tilting his head to the left a bit, "what's wrong?"
Eleam opened her mouth to speak, but didn't say anything, opting to close it and think for a moment. Eventually, she gave a light sigh and shook her head. "It's nothing," she muttered.
Now the Goblin arced an eyebrow at her worriedly. "Well, it sure doesn't look like nothi-"

His words were cut off suddenly when the woman did the thing he was least expecting- she leaned forward the rest of the way and kissed him, thrusting her tongue in his mouth to stifle his speech. Not expecting and not wanting, however, were two completely different things.
The Goblin eagerly returned the gesture, sliding his own tongue around hers, their mouths grappling together tightly. He reached around her, placing his left hand at the small of her back, and the right behind her head, caressing the short blue hair between breaths.
Eleam moaned wordlessly into the Engineer's mouth, letting her hands roam across his back at random, scratching softly at the lightly covered skin. They broke apart quickly, a thin line of saliva stretching between their eager lips before snapping, and the Gnome smiled with lust and joy.
She reached around to Rafe's chest and ran her hand under his shirt, feeling the contours of his muscles, cooing happily at the lightly toned shape. The Goblin smirked and slipped a hand under her shirt as well, easily noticing the well-defined abdominal muscles, and his eyes widened slightly.
"Warrior, remember?" the Gnome giggled.

"Obviously," he said, moving up further and squeezing on of her firm breasts through her underclothes. "Is that the only thing they toughen up on you?" Rafe joked.
Eleam smiled and pulled his hand away from her front, only to move it behind her and thrust it down her pants. The Engineer arced an eyebrow as his hand went under two layers of cloth and rested on the bare flesh of her rump, which he gripped eagerly, leaning in to kiss the woman again.
Even back there, the flesh was firm and powerful, reminding the Goblin that she could probably break him in half if she really wanted to. But that was quickly pushed to the back of his mind as she pressed the kiss, pulling him closer with the one hand she still had behind him.
He broke away from her mouth, moving his face down the side of her face, both of them breathing heavily as he ran a line of licks and kisses to her shoulder, then gently bit down, earning a gasp out of the Warrior. He reached his other hand on her buttocks, kneading her rear with both hands. Eleam moaned, than giggled, her right leg pressing against the Engineer's growing member.

"Hey, now," she murmured, lowering her right hand from his chest to his groin and running her digits along the length from outside the cloth. The Goblin pulled his face back, locking her gaze again.
"Well," he said quietly, "whad'ja expect? A danish?"
The Blacksmith snorted and giggled, somehow managing not to break eye contact. She did, however, pull her hands back and lift her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside, then lead the Goblin's hands up and around to the metal clasp sewn into the front of her bra.
Taking the hint, he quickly opened it and pulled it down her arms, exposing her full breasts to the warm air. He flung the cloth towards her shirt, and the Gnome's blush redoubled itself as she crossed her arms under her chest, lifting her soft orbs from below.
Rafe never realized how large her tits were until now, even though he now wondered how he had missed it to begin with; they weren't huge, but they were more than he could hold in one hand without difficulty. Instead, he opted to run his palms across the surface of her breasts, circling the dark nipples with his thumbs.

Eleam sucked in a breath and cooed happily, moving her hands into his pants and rubbing the Goblin's hardened length with both hands. Now it was Rafe's turn to moan lightly as the Warrior pumped his throbbing erection with a steady and firm grip.
The Goblin leaned down again, moving his face to her chest, and took one of the Gnome's tender nipples into his mouth and sucked greedily on it, moving the now-aimless hand down further, tugging at the hem of his partner's own pants.
"Oh, what's- Ah!- this, huh?" she asked, panting slightly. "No foreplay? I'm not losing mine before- Mmm!- you ditch yours, pal."
The Engineer looked up and smiled, removing his upper body from hers long enough to remove his shirt, then latched back onto her chest, suckling and kneading her breasts. Between her small squeaks and pants, the Gnome untied the sash holding Rafe's pants up and hooked both sets of cloth in her thumbs, yanking them down with a kneel and leaving his manhood exposed and erect towards her face.

She giggled and licked her lips, running her hands across the shaft eagerly, running a thumb across the light green head. The Goblin's eyes shot wide as he put a hand on her shoulder for stability, and looked down at the Warrior as she stroked him.
Eleam glanced up and smiled sweetly, moving her hands to the base and kissing the tip softly, darting her tongue out across the sensitive flesh. The taste was very much unlike what little she knew; it was tangy and salty, but not as revolting as the first time she remembered.
Then again, the Gnome thought, taking the member into her mouth, it's different now. I WANT this.
Rafe's hips bucked involuntarily when she began to suck on him; this was something totally new to him, and his body was being run almost entirely by instinct. He gasped, moaned, and writhed constantly, massaging the Gnome's shoulder or stroking her hair the whole time, not knowing what else to do with his hands at the moment.

She then surprised him again by pulling away for a moment, only to lift him up by his waist and lay him down on one of the fluffy sleeping bags.
"Gah!" the Engineer exclaimed, taking a few panicked breaths. "Would'ja warn me before you do that, Eleam?" he blurted out to the giggling woman sitting on her knees beside him.
"Why? It's more fun when you don't know it's coming," she told him through her gentle laughter.
Rafe grinned wryly and arced an eyebrow. "It is, huh?" he asked, lifting himself up on his left elbow, and the Gnome nodded with a cute, unsuspecting face.

Now it was her turn to gasp in lustful surprise, as the Goblin's hand shot down the front of her pants and ran through the tuft of hair on her nethers to the outside of her soft petals.
"Oh, getting anxious now, huh?" she asked, leaning down to place a few kisses on her partner's chest as he untied her sash.
"Well, mine are off," he said, "so yours come off, too." He tugged at the hem of her pants, but she held them firmly.
"Nuh-uh, not just yet," she teased, standing up and stepping back with a sensual smile. Slowly, she began to sway her hips, dancing to some silent beat in her head while the nude Goblin watched her hungrily.

Eleam danced rhythmically, her body moving in small, gyrating circles, her hands moving to accentuate different parts of her body as they presented themselves to her audience. They drifted across her face, framing her blue-green eyes for a moment before moving down to the valley between her round breasts.
She looked at the green-skin and gave him a sultry smile, watching as he watched her, idly stroking his length as he focused on her body. She moved her hands lazily again, running them around her smooth orbs and circling the nipples briefly, grasping them both and pulling them together before moving down again, hooking her petite thumbs into the hem of her pants.
She pulled them down without any sense of urgency, turning on her heels a little at a time as she inched the fabric away, lowering them, then dragging them back up again, seemingly on a whim. A frustrated half-growl, half-whine escaped the Goblin as she continued the wave-like motions with the cloth, each time lowering the hem farther and bringing it up shorter.
When they had managed to fall halfway to her knees, she let them fall into a pile at her feet, stepping out with one foot and using the other to kick the clothing aside. Eleam's strength was rather apparent, he noticed, her legs being as toned as her arms and chest; not the manly kind of muscular, but a firm presence that complimented her own beauty, even if her physique was at odds with her occasionally shy nature.

The Gnome waked back over to the bag, eyeing the Engineer with open lust as he reached to her leg. Quickly, the other foot swooped over and planted firmly on his chest, pushing him back down to his back.
"Aww, c'mon," he pleaded, "that ain't fair."
Eleam leaned down, stretching her legs apart and giving the closest thing to a full view the Goblin had seen yet, even if she still had her ashen grey panties covering her sex. Her right hand reached down, the four fingers wrapping around his hardness and pulling on it gently, coaxing a moan out of the man.
"Eleam, please," Rafe groaned, running a hand along her thigh.
The woman smiled sweetly and sat next to him. "'Please' what?" she asked, laying opposite of him to get a better angle at his crotch.
"Take it off, please," he asked.

"Oh... I dunno..." she trailed off, leaning in to run her tongue from base to tip of the Engineer's swollen length. "I guess I can, since you asked so nicely."
She lifted her hips up, just enough to get her weight off of the fabric, and wriggled her eyebrows at her companion. He took the hint instantly, reaching over and sliding the cloth down her legs gently. The small triangle of dark hair that pointed the way to her loins caused the Goblin's member to bulge with renewed vigor, the heady scent of her feminine musk triggering things in his brain he had almost forgotten about.
He pulled the underwear from her feet, tossing it to the side as well, and took the time to admire her naked form, his eyes drinking in the curves of her body, causing her to blush furiously again.
"Like what you see?" she asked, her voice a little timid.
The Engineer smiled kindly, but didn't say anything. Instead, he just rolled onto his side and lifted her leg, running his tongue across her glistening slit.

Eleam sucked in a breath and quickly pushed the Goblin onto his back again, then moved herself on top of him, placing her heated folds over his face as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. The Warrior didn't hesitate in the least, bobbing her head along the shaft to about halfway, her hand working the area her mouth didn't cover.
Not to be outdone, the Engineer bit back his own pleasured moans and spread the woman's folds open with his thumbs, quickly running his tongue all over her wet entrance, savoring the slightly bitter taste. He heard her giggle and moan a bit through his member, and on one long lick, his tongue dipped down to her clitoris on an unexpected shift of her weight.
As the organ brushed her sensitive nub, her felt her entire lower body tense for a moment in pleasure. Rafe grinned evilly, now knowing the Gnome's weak spot, and turned his attention there, lapping at her pearl with renewed vigor.
Eleam gasped as the Goblin began to devour her, pulling her face from his erection and laying her head on his lap, stroking him methodically as she was washed with pleasure. Still adjusting to the feel of pure carnal desire, it was all she could do for a moment or so as her body slowly acclimated to her actually wanting the feel of heated breath on her womanhood.

When the Gnome recovered, she quickly returned to her work, gliding her lips along the side of Rafe's penis from base to tip, stopping at the head and swirling her tongue around the sensitive skin, even going so far as to gnaw on it gently. A small yelp of surprise was all the man offered before moving his right hand away from its nest briefly, only to return seconds later as his index finger plunged through her petals, beginning a repetitive in-and-out motion that made her shudder.
The urges were growing to a fever pitch, almost becoming too great to withstand for either of them. Both the Engineer and the Blacksmith were breathing heavily and sweating, their skin alternating between gliding smoothly and sticking wetly to each other as they greedily swallowed traces of the other's sexual fluids.
Finally, the Gnome's reason caved abruptly, and she lifted herself from her companion's eager mouth even as she relented her own grasp on his swollen phallus, twisting around so their faces met again. Rafe leaned up quickly, catching her in a long, sensual kiss, their tongues wrestling for control, spreading their tastes between them as they fought. The Goblin reached his weaker left hand around to Eleam's neck and massaged it gently, kneading the toned and tense flesh with caring fingers.
She sighed a bit at the tender actions of the green skinned man's hand, breaking their kiss with a semi-content smile on her face, a look that remained for a minute or so as Rafe continued to work the muscles softly. But it was not really enough, and the gleam of lust soon returned to her eyes, a playful smirk blooming on her reddened face as she moved her lower body around, sliding the head of his cock against the slightly rough hair near her folds.

The Goblin drew in a sharp breath as the woman ran his member along her slick cunt, parting her outer lips with the underside of his length, coating it with her juices. He noticed, through the haze of pleasure that was engulfing him, that the Gnome wore a ghost of an apprehensive look on her rounded, beautiful face.
"Hey," he said, touching her shoulder lightly to get her attention. "Whas'sa matter?"
Eleam blinked twice and shook her head, her face melting back to her usual self. "Oh, it's nothing," she said lightly. "Just thinking about... y'know, then."
Rafe's face broke into a soft smile, and he reached up to hug her. "Don't worry, Eleam. I'm not like that. Well, I don't think I am, at least," he joked.
"Oh, I know," she giggled back, returning the kind gesture. "I'm really thinking about how different this is now. I want this," she admitted, her voice becoming sultry again. "I need this."

As if to emphasise the point, she sat up and shifted her hips, pressing the head of Rafe's eager tool against her tunnel, running it along the wet line that separated their sexes. The Goblin swallowed hard and moved his hands to the Gnome's waist, giving her a questioning look. She responded simply, giving him a nod, then lowered herself the last few centimeters that separated them before plunging down entirely.
They both sat agape for a moment, heaving breaths in unison after being joined together so quickly. The feeling of having something inside her tunnel was more than enough for the Gnome, who was perfectly contented to sit for a time, letting them both prepare for the next inevitable step.
With a sweet sigh, the Warrior twisted her hips a little, grinding into the Goblin with desire. Rafe shifted his own wight in response, pushing upwards with his groin and lifting the woman a little, who quickly sank back down on his length. Eleam gasped very lightly at the sensation of his hardness moving within her, the simple motion reverberating through her entire body.
Gently, she placed her hands on his chest for leverage, and began to bounce, listening to the slowly growing collection of gasps, quiet moans, and squelches from their bodies, and becoming more and more horny with each repetition of the motion.

Rafe held onto her hips tightly, pushing his crotch up to meet hers as she slid down his erection, breathing heavily from a bit of exertion, but mostly from not having any real experience. Sure, he'd masturbated before, and was no stranger to orgasm or the knowledge of sex, but he'd never actually experienced it before, or anything like it. So, following her movements was all he could do to keep from losing his fragile control on the situation.
Instinctually, he reached up to Eleam's bosom again, pawing roughly at her large breasts and squeezing the nipples lightly. She cooed and bit her lip in appreciation, running her fingernails down the Engineer's chest just hard enough to leave a set of reddened, irritated lines, and moved her right hand to his shaft again, twisting her digits around his sack and massaging his testicles with rough, but gentle, fingers.

The Warrior gasped as a particularly forceful thrust dug itself deep into her, the head of Rafe's cock brushing against the opening to her cervix. "Careful, there," she murmured to him through her mounting pleasure, forcing him to the floor and grinding their hips together.
Rafe grunted a response and leaned up, placing one hand behind him for support, and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it with a carnal need. She made a small moan and ran a hand along his head, stopping behind the neck and rubbing a bit, before pulling the hand back to tend to her other breast.
The Engineer let go of her tit and ran a hand up to her cheek, straining to lift himself higher. The Gnome smiled and lowered her head a few inches, and he pulled her down the rest of the way, locking their lips together and forcing his tongue into her mouth. Eagerly, the Blacksmith did the same, the two fleshy appendages lashing at one another fiercely as they struggled for space.
When Rafe pulled back suddenly, the Gnome wasn't quite sure what he had planned, but she quickly found out. With a short burst of strength, the Goblin rolled them both over, sliding her below his body with his right arm, and began to pump into her with renewed energy. All the little Gnome's mind could to was smile in happiness and wrap her legs around his waist, now fully locking them together.

A single look between them, and there was complete understanding; this was not love, this was a primal, nearly animal lust that they were both feeling. No tender feeling of closeness, no striking revelations of deeper connections, just a gaping, instinctual need to fill, and be filled.
And as the Goblin drove his manhood into her at a quick and forceful tempo, he understood and accepted this on that same basic level. While his rational mind was currently pushed to the back burner, it still managed to manifest enough force of will to ask if this would even become something more, but still admitted that whatever it may become would be later, much later.
The Gnome writhed beneath him, gasping and shaking as her body threatened to betray her with pleasure. Her hand shot down, the digits moving on their own and stroking her clit furiously, her mind breaking down with need for release. As her walls tensed and clenched around his sensitive length, Rafe bit down on the inner part of his lip, trying his best to outlast his own urges. He reached back and danced his fingers across her legs, and she parted hem, understanding his gentle, wordless request.

Quickly, the Engineer pulled back and out, scooting his body down and planting his face between her legs, the woman moving her hand to part her folds to facilitate him. He dove into her, lapping furiously at her nub and running two fingers inside her, giving her as much pleasure as he could.
Eleam yelped and moaned loudly, a string of Gnomish running out of her mouth as her voice climbed higher than usual. Her tunnel seemed to move on its own as her hips bucked and shook wildly, the wide-eyed woman barely keeping from shouting as the pleasure mounted, like a dam threatening to burst.
"Rafe," she moaned, "get inside me! Please!"
The Goblin gladly obliged, shifting his weight quickly and shuffling up her body, easily sliding his swollen member past her petals, and laid into her vigorously, thrusting with abandon into her heated core. For added effect, he moved his left hand around, his long fingers reaching down to stroke her clitoris and quicken her orgasm.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Reflexively, the Warrior's legs wrapped around his waist, and her moaning voice rose to crystalline heights. "Light," she breathed, the words sounding airy, "oh, Rafe... cumming, cumming!"
Every inch of her body tensed and shook, her walls closing tightly on the Goblin's cock as her nectar began to flow around it, driving him mad with lust. He bit down again, nearly drawing blood, just to keep from releasing inside of her, and continued with small, shallow thrusts, letting her spasming hips do most of the work.
Her frame twitched as the wave passed, and she released her grip on the Engineer with a hungry look. As soon as she released him, Rafe pulled put and moved again, placing his weight under her flush breasts and pumping his tool quickly. Eagerly, she leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth, gently replacing his hand with her own, and sucked hard on the light green head.
"Come on, big boy," she said huskily, jerking him quickly. "Let it out, let me have it. I want it."

The young Goblin gasped, leaning on her body to keep his balance while his hips thrusted spasmatically, listening to her words. "Gods, El," he muttered, "so close..."
"I know," she replied, lifting his shaft to place a lick on his balls. "Come on, Rafe. Cum. I know you want to."
He tried to say something, but between everything, had only the voice to moan and stammer. There was a slightly familiar twitch behind his loins, and he squeezed her shoulder with wide eyes.
"Cu.. cumming!" was all he said, and all he needed to say.

With a sultry smile, she engulfed his head in her lips, her hand clamping down and pumping forcefully. The Engineer's voice halted for a single second in a silent gasp, and with that bare warning, he went over, his seed shooting into Eleam's waiting mouth.
The Gnome moaned happily as the first thick, hesitant spurt of cum coated her tongue, and she sucked it down greedily, swallowing the warm white liquid as quickly as he could dispense it. Her hand pulled readily at his exposed shaft, coaxing as much as she possibly could from him as more spewed out from his head, now coming out freely.
She tried to keep up, but fell behind, and the stuff quickly pooled in her mouth. The woman kept at it, though, slurping down the fifth and final jet of his seed, and released her hold on his throbbing length and let her head roll back to the floor. He moved a bit and his hips jerked again, and the Gnome smiled sweetly as he found the reserves to eject one last rope of warm cum onto her face, feeling the heat in a line that ran from her nose to chin.
She scooped it up on a finger and trailed it into her mouth, swallowing and sighing contentedly. "Better?" she asked kindly.
At a total loss of words, the Goblin laughed weakly, smiled, and nodded.

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