The bushes didn't just rustle. They exploded.
A little wiggly comet flew forth: lime-green flesh, roundness of cheeks dark with excitement, vast golden eyes with thick black lashes which seemed permanently surprised. Her hair had been cut in two high curly twin tails tied with strips of red cloth and tiny bird skulls which clacked when she moved them. A necklace of beetle shells of irregular colors fluttered around the biggest cleavage Krim had ever laid eyes on a goblin (the goblin being a triangle and a half and a prayer, with his leather-cords cutting small furrows in her shoulders).
Beneath that, the improbable waist was swelling out to sumptuous hips and thick thighs which bump together when she is running. Her loin cloth was a piece of spotted deer hide, a strip about a handspan and tied down around her hips, and doing absolutely nothing to conceal the fact that her ass was jiggling with the least provocation.
She was small (almost crawling along his Heavy bone now), tender where muscle generally would be, and somehow quite continuing her gremlin warmth.
"GRIKK!!" she yanked, high and syrupy enough to make teeth.
She threw herself upon him as a heat-seeking missile.
Krim had scarcely time to notice the twin tails lashing him when two small, very determined hands embraced his waist and a warm and round face smooshed deep into his lower abs.
"Found you found you found you!!"
Krim fell backwards, leaf loin cloth flying like a white flag.
"Wh--WHO--?!"
Zizi stopped back just enough to be able to look up at him, golden eyes and dimpled cheeks and those little tusks painted with little hearts of pink berry.
"I KNEW it was you!" she trilled, and kicked so much that her breasts could have brought down the building. You grew so tall and muscular and your face is different and the THING is the same! Same shape! Same color! Same everything!"
She put her hands up to her chin, almost trembling.
The brain of Krim had an emergency scan of all goblins that he had encountered.
Zero matches.
One of her stubby fingers was into his stomach. "I'm Zizi! I have once caught you sleeping, and your cloth had slipped off, and I was about to say something like wow that goblin had the biggest-- but then everybody shouted at me but I never forgot! I drew pictures! I told ALL my friends!"
She took out a crumpled leaf in her belt pouch and smugly opened it.
It was... anatomically amorous charcoal art. Marked Zizi + Mystery Grikk 4eva in berry juice.
Krim lost his soul momentarily.
Zizi threw back her head with its two tails. You are really quite forgetful of me, are you?
That I... would have remembered that, he croaked.
"That's okay!" Fingers lingered again at his abs. That is the crucial part I recall!
Her hand began wandering south.
Krim caught her wrist. "Zizi. Boundaries."
She pouted (full, fat, lower lip, huge wet eyes, the entire sadistic artillery).
"But I walked three whole days! My feet hurt! And I brought snacks!" She fidgeted the mushroom bag. And I had been training my neck to--
That was the time that the leaf loin cloth decided to surrender the struggle in life altogether.
It tore with a sad little rip.
The cock of Krim sprang out, like a person has been offended by clothing.
Zizi went round like a ball with a pupil that was opened wide.
Again, reverently, she said, Hi again, beautiful.
The Overcharged Lust personality pushed the door wide open and burnt the house.
There was no permission for Krim to move his hands. There was one second Zizi standing there. The next she had been flying, screaming with pure joy as he seized her fat thighs and banged her buttock against the nearest oak.
"Yes yes YES!" and she shouted and clamped her legs around his waist, and the twin tails of her body plucked his shoulders. "This is exactly the dream!"
Her top flew off (with one jerk the cords parted). Her bosom was spilled: full, heavy, soft, dark green nipples hard already. One featured a little silver pin-point of a piercing in the left.
Krim grumbled and placed his face between them and inhaled her (sweet smoke, crushed berries, warm skin). Zizi moaned, and drew himself up, his fingers entangled in his hair, beetle shells clicking.
His cock had her entrance like a map. She was wet and loin cloth pushed aside by eager hips.
A gradual, heavy thrust and he was buried in her.
Zizi dropped back against the tree, with eyes rolling and mouth agape in an ideal, shocked O.
Griiiiiikk, moaned she, long and blissful, as her thighs quailed round him.
Krim lost language.
Deeply he was fucking her, and he was saying strokes, the oak straining, and her full body twitching with each stroke. Her breasts were swinging to and fro; the little piercing was gleaming in the sunshine. She cooed an incoherent chorus of joyful nonsense (yes--there--deeper--grikk--love you--more--), till, with a shriek of utter joy, she is coming, gripping around him, till stars began to burst behind his eyes.
He came, seconds behind, snorting as his hips clucked, pouring in her, roaring, sending all of the birds within a five-mile radius into the sky.
When the world came back, Zizi was limp in his hand, with twin tails and a flush on his cheeks the deep emerald, and the smile of meeting his own god.
She purred over his chest and her voice was soft and dreamy.
"Hi, Krim. I'm keeping you forever now."
Krim, who stood inside her, was still dazed, and had just time to say weakly, We... literally just met.
"That's okay!" She kissed his collar-bone, and beetle shells were chilled on his skin. I came with snacks and more stretching!
The turtle upon the log blinked slowly and dignified approval.