The bullywarg's slug-like tongue lolled from its mouth in a sloppy display; the enormous amphibian's beady eyes even deader in well—death.
"What'a fight!" Freckle gleamed, flashing her pointed chompers and a half-chipped tusk. The fiery-maned gobliness cared little for the injuries she'd sustained in our bout with the aggroed amphibian as long as she came out on top; a philosophy of Freckle's that carried over into more 'intimate' matters as well. Recklessness befit her.
Where Freckle lacked temperance, I made up for the both of us. My blade had been painted pitch with the bullywarg's fatty, black ichor; I hawked a wad of phlegm and blood into the pooling swamp waters. "What a mess," I complained, exhausted from both the encounter and my companion's carelessness, "Scratch that, 'you're' a mess, Freckle."
"Poor humie," Freckle faux pouted, curling her lower lip in a playful expression while sinking a chipped axe into the muck; she wrung the marsh water from an unkempt, ginger ponytail. "Scared of a big ol' frog, weren't cha?" Amber irises, narrow as a serpent's slits, flashed with a playfulness that could only be described as lusty, "Or maybe a lil' goblin like me, me thinks?"
I grumbled, collecting myself but not entirely; Freckle was indeed my type. While I found myself with a preference for women of typically shorter races, Freckle was unlike most goblin women. Her hips were far too narrow, breasts essentially nonexistent, and the willingness to submit often found in goblin women was absent in the pint-sized barbarian. Freckle was thin, decorated in scars and fiercely ill-tempered, but... She also possessed a certain appeal which drew me closer than any woman before her: Freckle's desire to dominate.
"I'm not scared of you, runt." It was less of an insult than an admittance of interest, a subtle affirmation. "I bet I could have you squealing my praises."
There was a pause, as if the challenge was genuinely being mulled over by the generally provocative gobliness. Though often joked about, neither of us had taken the initiative and openly taken the other in a sexual manner. Were we both cowards despite all of our bravado and big talk? That had yet to be decided, until Freckle finally answered.
"You're right, humie. You can do whatever ya want ta me." The fiery-haired goblin turned away and bent over, using two finger to part her plump pussy. "If'n ye really wantedta fuck me silly...show me."