Chapter 13: Heartbroken Wife (2)

Chapter 13 - Heartbroken Wife (2)"Smell this, dear...you see how—" "What the fuck?!" Alex jolted like he'd just been tased. "Is that decayed fish? Where the hell did you get that?!" "..." Alice stood there, frozen, her fingers — still glistening with her love nectar — dangling stupidly in the air between them. She had just wanted him to catch a whiff of her arousal, to feel how badly she wanted him. Instead, he gagged and cursed like she'd shoved a rotting corpse under his nose. Stunned, Alice sniffed her own fingers, hoping, praying— But no, it didn't smell like anything rotten. It was sweet, warm, almost floral, like fresh rain on petals. Definitely not a decayed fish left out in July. She chuckled weakly, trying to save face. "Y-yeah, I-I was just pranking you, silly husband. Hehe..." Anything to patch up the gaping hole in her dignity. Alex didn't even look up from his stupid documents. "Silly dear," he said, flipping a page with a casual air that sliced her heart wide open. "Don't come near me with that thing again, okay? That's just...repulsive." Alice sat back down on the bed like someone had unplugged her soul. She pulled the blanket up over her face, wiping away the tears before they could spill out. 'It wasn't that bad. It wasn't... right?' Doubt wormed its way into her heart, gnawing on her self-esteem. 'Or was it?' Did she actually smell? Was she rotting and nobody told her? How the hell was she supposed to verify this? It's not like she could just walk up to someone and ask, "Hey, mind sniffing my pussy-dipped fingers real quick? Need a second opinion." 'Wait...' A dangerous thought flickered across Alice's mind. The goblin. That little green creature with no intelligence, no shame, no filter... 'It must have been him.' The moment she realized it was Rae who had placed the baby safely into the crib — after seeing her — her body had started acting up. Tingling, pulsing, aching in ways it hadn't for months. Her face heated up so fast it felt like she was about to steam herself like a dumpling. 'He must have had full access...' Her breast had been out, hanging free and heavy, the nipple probably stiff from the cool air... 'Did he see everything?!' 'Did he stare? Did he like what he saw?' Her thighs squirmed together instinctively. A needy whimper nearly escaped her lips as her hand wandered lower, brushing the slick, heated folds between her legs. 'W-what did he even think at that moment...? Was my breast pretty to him? Was it soft, full—' "Shit!!!" Alice slapped a hand over her mouth, her entire body trembling with need and embarrassment. This was bad. This was so, so bad. 'This goblin is gonna be a damn problem...' Meanwhile, in the little hut, the so-called "damn goblin" was very busy doing some damage of his own. Splurt. Rae groaned, collapsing back onto his straw mattress, his thick goblin rod twitching and still drooling a fat glob of sweet, sticky nectar. Round one? Absolutely wrecked. Round two? He was already pumping up for another launch sequence, visions of Alice's swaying hips and soft, bouncing breasts burned into his brain like holy scripture. He didn't even care anymore. His mind was a full-blown church dedicated to the goddess Alice — and tonight, service was in session. ... The next day, with Alex off running errands and her mother-in-law locked away in her room for her daily afternoon nap, Alice found herself alone in the kitchen. Just her... and the goblin. Her baby snoozed peacefully in the crib nearby, tiny chest rising and falling. It was the perfect calm, the perfect privacy... and the perfect opportunity for some very, very questionable decisions. 'Shit... what am I even thinking...?' Alice's face was burning, crimson right down to her chest. Her heart pounded like a drum inside her ears. She glanced down at her trembling hand — and sure enough, her fingers were glistening with slick, shameful juices. She squeezed her thighs together. "H-hey, Raedon..." She stammered out, voice cracking like a guilty teenager sneaking a beer. The goblin looked up from where he was dutifully chopping vegetables, blinking those wide, clueless eyes at her. "Madame...?" He chirped, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. God help her. She bit her lip and willed herself to move. She reached her sticky fingers out toward him, trembling just a little. "S-smell this..." The moment the words left her mouth, Alice realized she had officially lost her mind. . . . As promised, here's your extra Chapter for hitting a 100 powerstones :)