'We met in a dungeon.'
Not the most romantic story to tell colleagues, friends and family but it was the truth; it also doesn't help that the love of my life is a Goblin.
Our tale was nothing fantastic: I was a guy who met a girl in a cave, a girl who just so happened to be a goblin, and a goblin who just so happened to want to jump my bones every waking minute of the day.
Anyhow, the joys of prying apart my floppy-eared lover's thick thighs and depositing a creamy load of lovin' hasn't been without consequence, evident by our eight beautiful children. Hers was a lust insatiable, an addiction that could only be fed by my spunk, and was Gilly good at feeding her 'addiction'.
Perhaps one day my beloved, manic wife would slip into the drab blandness of 'MILF-hood' with grace and a diminished libido, giving me a long deserved break? Wrong.
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"Come on, just a few minutes–a quickie! I promise!" There was a glimmer in Gilly's eyes, that horrible sparkle of a particular lust; of ovulation. She pressed her lace-clad rump against by lap, forcing that musky heat upon me.
Half-dressed for work, I'd already received too many warnings for tardiness; my wife's fault, no doubt.
"No, no, no...I know that look. Plus," it was impossible to push her away without groping at those invitingly squishy hips, "I have work–"
My protest was pathetic in her eyes, wholly inadequate, "Work? Work is for racking up maternity leave," Gilly's puffy cunt pressed past several layers of fabric, searching for its prize.
"We can't afford a 9th kid," I mumbled meekly, as if Gilly wasn't aware of our ever-growing clan.
"Well, you can take more hours," the gyration of her cellulite-blessed rump against my crotch was maddening, "and the kids grow up so fast...they'll be out of the house before we know it..."
How had I fallen for this trap so many times? Simple, Gilly's love tunnel was more like an industrial-grade semen pump; I pitied the fabric of my boxers.
"Momma doesn't want an empty nest, soooo...help me out, Daddy."
A flip had been switched. Who was I to deny my pleading, incorrigibly horny wife such a simple request?