Chapter 17: A House Wife’s plight!

Chapter 17 - A House Wife's plight!It must've been divine irony—or maybe just a bored god's idea of comedy—that Alice had chosen a high-slit gown today. It made things far too easy for the goblin currently losing his damn mind between her thighs. 'Juice... juice... tasty divine juice...' Raedon's thoughts were basically just caveman food chants at this point. His long, slick tongue danced up her thighs like a snake on a sugar rush. Alice's hand came down on his head—maybe to stop him, maybe to guide him—but her resolve had melted faster than butter in a hot pan. Meanwhile, Raedon didn't even glance at the shiny new quest lines flashing in his vision, rewards already piling in. His goblin brain had one priority, and it wasn't XP. "A little sage, and a twirl-twirl~" Emily sang from the kitchen, her voice bright as sunshine as she tossed herbs into the kettle. Alice forced a smile as Emily turned toward her. She nodded along as if nothing was happening, like she wasn't being slowly unraveled under the table by a horny maniac with a lizard tongue. The juices coating her thighs were already gone. So naturally, Raedon made his move. He grabbed her legs—boldly, hungrily—and spread them like he was parting curtains at a grand theater. "Hyaa!" Alice couldn't help the startled gasp that escaped her lips, eyes wide. Her body betrayed her; one flick too many and she lost control for just a moment. "Dear, are you okay?" Emily's voice floated over like a concerned dove with a teacup. "Ye—AHEM—yes! Everything is fine! I was just... surprised!" Alice squeaked, sitting up straighter than a guilty nun in a confessional. "Surprised? Whatever for?" Emily tilted her head, all innocent curiosity and herbal wisdom. "Th-the sage in the tea!" Alice blurted. "Haha... I just forgot how... potent it is! So many, um, healing properties!" "Oh ho ho! Even a revered healer like you still needs her mother-in-law to teach her the basics, huh?" Emily teased, throwing a wink over her shoulder as she busied herself with the kettle. "I should write a book!" Alice laughed weakly, sweat running down her spine like a confession. Her heart pounded like a war drum, and her face was so hot it could've seared a steak. She wanted to push Raedon away, but that ship had not only sailed—it had done donuts in the harbor and set itself on fire. Ever since he'd gently pried her legs apart under the table like he was opening a sacred scroll, she'd been completely at his mercy. And now... her white panties—soaked, clinging, very visible—were on full display. 'Oh gods, he's definitely seen them. They're soaked. I look like the losing side of a water duel!' If embarrassment could kill, Alice would've evaporated on the spot. But right now, Raedon didn't care. His mischievous little hands crept up and grabbed a generous handful of Alice's ass cheeks, tugging her down toward him. To her absolute shock, she actually slid forward. That shouldn't have been physically possible—Raedon was half her size! But somehow, he felt unnaturally strong in that moment, like a tiny, horny deity possessed by sheer willpower. Now perched right on the edge of her seat with her legs parted just enough to make her soul sweat, Alice could only whimper as Raedon's tongue resumed its sinful pilgrimage—this time, trailing higher along her inner thigh with all the reverence of a man discovering ancient treasure. "And we're done, Alice!" Emily announced triumphantly, holding up a steaming kettle. "Just smell that—mmm, so aromatic, right, darling?" "Y-yes... sooo... good..." Alice gasped, biting down on her knuckle like it owed her money. Even she didn't know what she was agreeing with at this point. Somehow, this whole reckless, wildly inappropriate situation was making her even more flushed—like her body had decided to take "bad decisions" as an aphrodisiac. 'Gods, is it the thrill? The danger of being caught? What the hell is wrong with me...' She didn't have an answer. Only the knowledge that if they were caught, her entire life would probably unravel in the most scandalous way possible. But the way the stupid goblin's long, warm tongue teased along her thighs... it was overwhelming. Hot, wet, deliberate—like he was savoring every inch. Alice hadn't even known this kind of thing was on the menu, let alone that she'd be ordering seconds. 'What am I thinking? No, no, no—shit!' Her thoughts were spinning, panic and heat mixing like bad wine. "C-can you bring the tea quickly, Mother?" she blurted, voice too high to sound casual. "I—I'm just really craving it! Mmhmm... haha!" It was the only excuse she could think of. Maybe, just maybe, if she got that tea in her hands, Emily would leave—and take this chaos with her. "Yes, yes, I'm coming, darling," Emily chirped from the stove. "I know you can't wait to have a taste, but patience! Let the heat simmer a little, hmm?" Alice had to practically chew through her lip to stay composed. Emily's words weren't helping—in fact, they were unintentionally narrating her entire personal meltdown. And then she felt it. A warm breath. Right there. On her wet, soaking pussy. 'Oh. My. Gods!' That was definitely his breath. Which meant—he was looking straight at her soaked underwear. Probably sniffing it like a man possessed. Like her thighs were the altar and he was the high priest of bad decisions. She swallowed hard. This was spiraling fast. . . . One more Chapter would come today! Guys, do comment and sent in powerstones to show that your are loving this!!!