*Hey all! Annabelle here with this third installment for you. As long as you keep showing me love in the comments and ratings, I will keep adding to the story.*

Chapter 03: Squatter's Rights

"Monsters. The guy who built this house collected monsters." Mike sat on the edge of the tub, Naia wrapping bandages around the deeper cuts on his body. He wore only his boxers, having stripped away his clothing. He was grateful that the bushes had caught him, but a bit miffed that they had taken their price in flesh.

"Yep. It started as an academic thing, but he had a really big heart. The world was changing too quick for us monsters to adapt, so he rescued as many of us as he could." Naia rubbed some Neosporin into a cut on his leg. Nymphs could do a lot of things, but healing magic was not one of them. "While there are people out there who would kill for the magic hidden in this house, the monsters here are a magical goldmine."

"How so?" He asked.

"Hard to answer. For instance, it wouldn't be hard to hold a nymph hostage and demand that she share her gifts. Cecilia's gifts wouldn't be worth much, because banshees only appear before someone dies, generally."

"Wait." Mike grabbed Naia's hand. "What do you mean banshees only appear before someone dies?"

"Cecilia is different. She'll appear to the owner of the house-it doesn't mean anything. She and Emily used to sit out there and watch the sunset a lot of evenings. Nobody needed to die, so don't worry about it." Naia dabbed some more Neosporin on his leg before wrapping it.

"Who built this place?" Mike asked. Naia froze, mid-wrap.

"I wish I could say." A tiny tear formed in the corner of her eye. "All I know is that I was extremely happy while he was here. Emily was nice and all, but I had a special bond with the man who built this place. It kills me that I can't remember him."

"But you remember Emily?" That was a mystery that he was going to have to think on. Why would the former owner need his identity kept a secret? How does one get into collecting monsters in the first place?

"Yeah, I do. And Natalie. She was our keeper before Emily. But the real master came before Bethany, and I can't even picture him." Naia sniffed, finishing the wrap on Mike's leg. "I wish I could remember."

"I hope you remember." Mike meant it. Anything she could remember was something he could use. The sooner the better. Seeing a banshee on the porch had spooked him, and bad. What other surprises did the house have for him? Naia made him feel good in so many ways, but was the trouble worth it?

"There. All better." Naia kissed him on the neck, sending chills down his spine. "Now go unclog my fountain. The sooner you do that, the sooner I can see the stars again."

"Fair enough. Thank you, Naia." Mike stood, tossing his bloodied clothes in a hamper by the bed. Cracking open his bags, he found a pair of athletic shorts and a clean shirt to wear. Walking down the stairs, he pondered the situation that had developed. Cecilia, the crazy bitch on his front porch, had nearly killed him for touching her swing. How many others like her were there? Was he going to get killed by something that was using a room as its lair?

He stared at the furniture, covered in white sheets. The house had been cleaned numerous times, and as far as he knew, no problems had ever been reported. Something to ask Beth. He found himself looking at the fireplace in the sitting room, some stray thought crossing his mind. Before he could focus on it, he heard the creak of the swing out front, the immediate memory of an angry banshee in his face sending chills down his spine.

Rubbing his face, he walked toward the back of the house, away from the sound of the swing. He walked to the kitchen table, grabbing the bucket and eager to go out back and deal with a problem he could handle. Lifting the bucket, he realized that it didn't feel quite right. Looking inside, he saw that it was empty.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He shouted, throwing the bucket angrily. He sat down, putting his face in his hands. Should he go back to the store? It meant walking past the Swing of the Damned currently, and he knew he wasn't ready to deal with that. With a resigned sigh, Mike walked outside to the garden, hanging a left at the fountain. Key in hand, he unlocked the door to the garage, pushing it in.

Beth had warned him about the garage. Apparently his Great Aunt had been using it primarily for storage, and he immediately saw that the boxes had been piled high. He flicked on the light switch, which didn't actually help that much. The garage itself felt cavernous, somehow bigger than its two car capacity. The maze of boxes had him twisting to maneuver through them, hoping to make it to the other side. He expected to discover a tool bench on the opposite wall, and he was not disappointed. The bench was burdened with several boxes, so he lowered them to the ground.

"Fuck, these are heavy." He cracked open a couple boxes to reveal several paperback novels. The box he was looking in contained old sci-fi novels. He looked through the box, pulling aside a couple of classics that he intended to read for himself. He opened the next box, revealing a pile of romance novels.

"Bleh. Never mind." He closed the flap. Why were there so many books here? Pushing the thought from his mind, he got a good look at the tool bench. It had several drawers, all of which were empty when he opened them. Kneeling down, he opened the cabinet doors to reveal that they were also completely empty.

Who had a tool bench with no tools? Mike scratched his chin, double checking the drawers to make sure he saw right. He wondered if somebody had stolen them, but then thought of the girl on the front porch. If this place really had been built to harbor a monster collection, then ordinary thieves wouldn't have a chance. Looking at the boxes, he debated cracking them open, but was convinced that he would only find more books.

"Fuck, it's hot," he muttered, wiping sweat off his brow. The afternoon sun was turning the place into a bit of a sauna. He resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to leave the house again. Carefully moving through the stacks toward the door, he heard the sound of metal on concrete.

Mike froze in place, listening carefully. He closed his eyes, listening carefully. It was faint, but the sound of light fabric across concrete carried to him from the back of the garage. He moved slowly, quietly, maneuvering around the stacks of boxes. A narrow gap between some boxes concealed a small hallway in the back of the garage. Mike breathed out, barely fitting between the stacks.

The hallway U-turned, revealing a flight of stairs that went beneath the garage. He descended the concrete steps, moving quietly. Toward the bottom of the steps, he heard it, the unintelligible mutterings of someone up ahead. The voice was raspy, but feminine. He ducked his head, the space just barely over five feet tall.

There was just enough light that he saw the pull-cord dangling from the ceiling. He yanked on it, casting light into the dark spaces beneath. Unlike the room above, this room had plenty of space. Boxes along the edge of the room had been decorated with dirty fabric, and it was immediately obvious that the room was originally intended for working on cars-large pit covers up above were sealed and locked shut. Along the back wall of the room was a tool bench littered with tools, and Mike immediately spotted the supplies he had bought earlier. Off to the side was a tiny bed. The muttering he had been listening to had vanished.

Of greater interest, however, was the short figure between him and the bench. It stood at around four feet, dark green skin covered in dirt and grime. It's hair was so dirty that Mike couldn't make out any color, but did notice that it had been pulled to the side in a wild ponytail. The sudden light had frozen it in place, casting a comical shadow along the back wall. The figure dropped what it had been holding-the screwdriver that Mike had purchased earlier.

Mike tried to process what he was looking at. It wasn't see thru, so not a ghost (thank God). Where could he even go from here, now that he had discovered the creature's den.

"Those tools belong to me," he said, trying his best to sound firm. The creature in front of him turned around slowly, squinting into the light. She wore a dress that looked like it had been stitched together from spare furniture covers. A dirty yellow pair of goggles were on top of her head, and she bared her fangs at him, hissing through her teeth. Her tiny hands curled, revealing claws.

"Tools are for Tink." She growled. "All tools are Tink's tools."

Mike's heart raced. The thought of this angry little creature attacking him was simply too much. Still, he couldn't help but stare at her body. Wide set hips accentuated by small breasts, and the side of her makeshift dress had a split up the side, revealing just the edge of her bony hip and the movement of a thin tail with hair at the end. Her ears were wide and pointy, and a tiny nose made her big mouth look even larger.

He had no idea what he was looking at.

"Uh, okay. Tink, is it?" Mike held his hands up to show that they were empty. "Look here, Tink. I bought those tools so that I can fix the fountain. I can't fix the fountain without them. May I please have them back?"

Tink bared her fangs. "You challenge Tink. Tink fight. Protect goblin home."

"Whoa, whoa." Mike backed up. "We don't need to fight Tink, but I need those tools. There's no reason we need to do this." Mike ran through his memory, looking for info on goblins, but he was drawing an absolute blank.

"Then man leave. Never come back, or Tink fight to protect goblin home." Tink hunched forward, tossing her goggles to the side of the room. It was now or never.

"Let's talk about-fuck!" Tink leapt across the room, hands spread wide. She tackled Mike, and Mike fell over backward, slamming Tink's head into the ceiling.

"Oh shit, I'm so-hey!" Unfazed, Tink was clawing at him, grabbing handfuls of his t-shirt. He fought back, not wanting to hit her at first due to her size. Unfortunately, it was like tangling with an angry cat. His bandages were quickly shredded, and Tink was busy trying to wrestle him into submission.

The low ceiling prevented Mike from standing. Instead, he began rolling around on the floor, doing his best to avoid her teeth, which did shred away the rest of his shirt. As they fought, her dress ripped too, and Mike was soon grappling with a naked goblin on the floor.

At first, the fight seemed a sure defeat, but Tink was rapidly tiring. He flipped her on her back, slamming her rock-hard skull on the pavement. It didn't seem to faze her, but she slowed down quite a bit. Using the moment to his advantage, he crawled on top of her, pinning her in place with the weight of his body.

Tink struggled to rise, but Mike had managed to pin one arm down with his knee while holding the other straight. The rest of his body was on top of her torso, and she flopped helplessly for several minutes, quickly tiring.

"Give up, Tink. I've won," Mike panted, sweat pouring off his body. "It's over."

Tink fixed him with an angry stare, which quickly melted into defeat. Her large eyes pooled with tears, and she turned her face away from Mike.

"Tink lose. Tink give up goblin home." She snuffled, the dirt on the floor billowing away from her. "Tink leave, and no come back."

"Wait, what?" Tink had relaxed beneath Mike, so he shifted his body so that he wasn't crushing her any longer. "No, Tink, you don't have to leave, I just want my tools so I can fix the fountain."

"Goblin Law. We fight over home. Loser leave, never come back." She tried to rise, but Mike wasn't having it. He knew that Naia would be disappointed in him if he managed to lose one of the inhabitants of the house so quickly.

And honestly, was he even as entitled to the home as they were? They had been here longer, he was just the current human legally entitled to the place. Watching the goblin weep beneath him, he couldn't help but feel extremely bad. Tink obviously came from a culture he wasn't going to understand overnight, but this was a problem he needed to take care of right this second.

"I don't want Tink to leave," Mike explained. The instant the words left his mouth, the goblin turned her head toward him. There was a glimmer of hope that he was afraid to shatter, so he waited for her next move.

"Goblin Law say fight over home, someone leave."

Mike fought hard to avoid rolling his eyes. Clearly her head was hard literally and metaphorically. "Well, goblin law doesn't apply here. This is my house, so we follow my laws."

Tink shook her head. "Always follow Goblin Law."

"Well, then is there a law that lets us fight and you get to stay?" He felt Tink relax even more beneath his arm. Her snuffling stopped, and she became silent beneath his arms.

"Fight for goblin wife," she whispered.

"Oh." Mike was officially between a rock and a hard place with the little green monster he had found beneath the garage. If he took her as a goblin wife, then what did that entail? Then again, where would she go if she left? Naia had warned her that the world was a bad place for monsters, and it occurred to him that, as far as he knew, nobody even remotely believed goblins still existed. What if Tink was the last of her kind? What about his relationship with Naia? "Shit."

"No have to take goblin wife," Tink whispered. "Tink can just go."

"Well, hold on." The gears in his mind were turning. "If I take you as goblin wife, what about other people? Do we have to live down here?"

"Goblin husband take many wives. Goblin wife no mind."

"Okay. Well Tink, this was a fight for a goblin wife. Now you don't have to leave." Mike wanted to clap himself on the back, but he wanted to keep Tink pinned.

"Fight for goblin wife not over," she told him. Seeing the puzzled look on his face, she gently grabbed one of his hands and dragged it down to her breast. "Different kind of fight."

"Oh." Mike wasn't sure what to say, but he was immediately struck at how firm the breast beneath his hand was. It was slightly bigger than his hand, and as he dragged his thumb across the top, he felt a pair of nipples, stacked vertically. He gave it a squeeze, releasing Tink's arms. She immediately grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head, pulling him close.

"Tink want you to fight harder," she hissed, pulling him in. Clawed hands dragged down her back, just hard enough to remind Mike that they were there. They found the waist band of his shorts, shoving them down. Mike grabbed her breasts tightly now, and Tink's clawed hand found Mike's cock. "Fight even harder. Make goblin wife."

Mike wrapped his hand in her hair, looping it across his knuckles so that he could yank it backward. He pulled her face in, suddenly entranced by the exotic curl of her lips, something he only saw now that her fangs weren't bared at him. Tink was working his shaft with both tiny hands, dragging her just the tips of her claws expertly across his dick. He shivered, the sensation hitting him directly in the gut.

"Almost ready," Tink muttered, licking the palms of her hand with an unusually long tongue. Mike bit down on her breast, rolling her double nipples around with his tongue. He was amazed at how large each nipple was in his mouth, and she arched her back.

"Bite harder, sweaty man."

Mike chomped down, expecting a cry of protest, but he got a moan of pleasure. Her skin was dirty, but tasted mainly of the earth, and didn't yield in the slightest. Letting up, he curled three fingers and caught her double nipples between his knuckles, pinching them and pulling up. Snarling, Tink grabbed the head of his hard cock, now slippery, and placed it at the edge of her pussy.

"Make me goblin wife," she growled, and Mike obliged. He shoved his way into her, her tight pussy squeezing him the whole way in.

"Holy shit!" Mike yelled, feeling hard ridges inside of Tink rub against his glans. Tink wrapped tiny legs around Mike and forced herself up to meet him, but she was so tight, he wasn't getting in any further than just the first couple inches.

"Fight from bottom," Tink begged, and Mike rolled on his back. She mounted him, forcing herself down, and Mike felt like his dick was being squeezed by a set of angry hands. She struggled, only three inches of his dick penetrating her tight folds. Mike grabbed her shoulders first, trying to push her down. The tender side of him demanded that he show some sort of gentle gesture, so he ran one hand lovingly across her brow and then back through her hair.

What was this? Mike swept Tink's hair aside to reveal a horn, nearly three inches long, hidden in the wild tangles of her hair. Surprised, he searched the other side of her head, finding another, slightly shorter horn. Suddenly inspired, he clamped his hands down tight, forcing Tink onto his cock.

Tink couldn't reach the root of his cock, her insides simply not large enough for him. Her tiny belly bulged outward with every thrust of his dick. Tink panted, mouth open wide, as she rode Mike hard, squeezing at his pecks with clawed hands. Her wide hips made it easy for her legs to wrap around Mike's waist, and she was lifting and dropping so quickly that Mike was tensing his stomach just to brace for impact.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" Mike felt his insides churn, his balls getting ready to blast a load. Tink, sensing this, rode even harder, guttural moans and drool leaving her mouth, gasping for air as her fingers clutched Mike's biceps. Mike yanked down on her horns, squeezing tight, and Tink's grunts became a protracted growl. Mike's whole body tightened, and Tink threw herself forward, slipping free of Mike's hold, to sink her teeth into her shoulder.

"Ow, you fucking-" Mike bit her back, trying to dig his own teeth into the flesh around her neck. His crotch was suddenly soaked in Tink's cum, and she screamed through her teeth. His shoulder hurt like hell, but his balls never got the message. Mike bit her even harder, filling her with three giant bursts of cum, Tink grunting as each one entered her.

She released him with her teeth, leaving a thin pattern of needle-like injuries all around his shoulder. Mike let go too, leaving mostly just indentations and spit on her skin. Her pussy contracted, squeezing out another stream of goo, and Mike shuddered with pleasure. Tink laid her head down on Mike's chest, letting out a low rumble like a cat.

"Tinker now goblin wife of sweaty man," she told him, tracing her fingers along his arm.

"Tinker? Is that your full name?" Tink nodded, her shining eyes on his. "Well, you can call me Mike, not sweaty man."

"Mike goblin husband. Tink belong to Mike now." She sighed, laying her head down. Mike held her this way for a bit, letting his body relax. Even as his dick softened, her goblin cunt was still so tight that she held him in place.

"Well, Tinker-"

"Husband call me Tink."

"Well, Tink, I'm sure there's plenty of daylight left. I need my tools to fix the fountain."

Tink shook her head, her ears flopping lightly beneath her hair. "Tink good at fixing. Tink help, you see." She dismounted, Mike's dick plopping free along with a giant puddle of cum. Tink squatted, lapping up the mess with her long, slippery tongue, until his cock was clean once more.

"Jesus all-mighty," Mike muttered to himself, finding his shorts. Tink was holding what was left of her dress, string at it in sadness.

"Tink need new outfit," she informed him, tossing the rags aside.

"I think I have a shirt that will fit you," he said, not wanting to waste anymore time thinking about it.

"Good idea. Husband get new dress, Tink go look at fountain." She had already retrieved her goggles, fixing them in place on her head, and had grabbed a small toolbox next to the bench. "We go."
Tink followed Mike out, and they navigated the labyrinth of books until they got to the back door. The sun was past the roof of the house now, meaning it was at least four in the afternoon. In the sun's light, Tink's skin took on a pretty hue beneath all the grime, and he could now see the giant, single areola that surrounded her double nipples. Dark green pubes hid her crotch from view.

Seeing where his eyes were looking, Tink became suddenly bashful. She held the toolbox up, covering her crotch with it.

"Get Tink's dress," she said, her yellow eyes looking away from him. Mike left her behind, running up the stairs to retrieve a spare t-shirt from his bag. Today had destroyed a significant chunk of his wardrobe. He needed to go shopping soon.

Mike grabbed a simple black t-shirt from his bag. He didn't bother putting a new shirt on-his new scrapes and cuts were still clotting. Staring in the mirror, he just shook his head. It looked like he had fallen through a plate glass window. The bite marks on his shoulder, however, had already clotted up. He really hoped that goblin bites weren't poisonous.

When he got outside, Tink was squatting, naked, inside the fountain. He was handing her his shirt when he watched a spoonful of cum dribble free from her pussy.

"This nice." Tink inspected the material before slipping it over her head. The sleeves were a little too wide, but the length was perfect. It covered Tink down to her knees. Mike joined her in the fountain, and the two of them started by scraping the mud and grime from the bottom, scooping it over the side into the bucket that he had brought home. The center of the fountain was a simple marble monolith with a single basin that would overflow into the giant basin below.

Scraping up the muck and grime, Mike couldn't help but sneak glances at Tink. Her tiny body was lean and sexy in a different way than Naia's had been. However, in the light of day, it was obvious that Tink was in need of a bath, and Mike hoped that Naia would be willing to share her tub.

"How long have you been hiding in the garage, Tink?" Mike asked.

"Tink there for-" Tink put a clawed finger to her lips, deep in thought. "Hm. Tink not sure. Tink remember big sleep, wake up yesterday." She shrugged.

"Do you remember Emily?"

Tink nodded. "Human lady. No need to fight. She let Tink live in garage."

"Wait. You didn't have to fight her, but you fought with me?"

"Is goblin way. Males too aggressive, always take, never give. All males fight."

"Well, you need to remember that I'm not a goblin Tink. Do you think you can do that for me?" Tink stopped what she was doing, casting a soulful look in Mike's direction. Several seconds passed.

"Tink remember." A sly grin crossed her face as she traced a line down Mike's thigh. "Mike much bigger than a goblin."

"Oh, well, thank's Tink."

"Not much of a biter, though." Tink stuck her hand into a crevasse, twisting her hands and pulling free a long trail of rocky sludge. It was almost a foot long, and Mike could hear stone scraping on stone as it slid free. Tink tossed the sludge over the edge of the fountain, and Mike heard the sounds of water rushing up from beneath the earth.

"We did it, Tink!" Mike high fived Tink, grabbing her around the waist. He picked her up and they jumped out of the fountain, escaping the icy cold water as it filled the basin. Tiny bubbles of energy formed, fluttering around the fountain like butterflies, and Naia surfaced, wearing a simple cloth dress over her body.

"Gods, it's so good to be outside," Naia said, eyes closed and arms wide. She took a deep breath of fresh air, opening her eyes to survey her fountain. "Let's work out some kinks, shall we?"

Naia snapped her fingers, and the stone monolith shook, blasting dirt and mud free. Water rolled down its sides, filling the middle basin with fresh spring water. The remaining dirt and mud was caught in tiny tide pools, which spun them into a surface froth that was unceremoniously dumped over the side onto the concrete slab beneath the fountain.

"Oh, it's like having the feeling come back to your legs after they fall asleep. Thank you so much Mike!" Naia turned to blow Mike a kiss, but froze when she saw Tink standing behind him. "Tink? Is that you?"

"Naia!" Tink scrambled onto the rim of the fountain, standing eye to breast with Naia. Naia gave the goblin a tight hug.

"You know Tink?" Mike asked.

"Of course I do. She is in charge of keeping the house in working order. Goblins are typically quite dumb, but Tink is somehow brighter than most humans, though she may not sound like it." Naia gave Tink an affectionate pat on the head. "I remember that she was one of the last monsters collected, still just a child when she came here. She stayed mostly in the garage, though. Her people have a weird thing about housing."

"Yeah. I ran into that. Apparently she's officially my goblin wife." Mike winced inwardly, waiting for the emotional fallout.

"Tink, is this true?" Naia asked, kneeling down in the water so the two were face to face.

"We fight," Tink declared. "Mike win goblin wife."

"I'm so happy for you!" Naia and Tink embraced again, causing Mike to shake his head. He was having one hell of a weird day.

"This doesn't bother you?" Mike asked.

"Of course not, silly. I have a part of your soul, remember? You don't realize this, but in a way, this is the nicest thing you could do for her." Naia patted Tink's head affectionately. "Her kind doesn't care for goblins like her. She's very smart, which is bad enough if you're a goblin female, but she is also very ugly for her kind."

"Ugly?" Mike didn't think so, though his definition of beauty was currently in a rapid tailspin.

Naia nodded. "Goblins are a weird bunch. Trust me, you would have had no reason to make a wife of any normal goblin." Naia's nose crinkled. "Tink, you stink."

"Tink hungry too," the goblin announced, holding her stomach. "Just finish big sleep."

"What's the big sleep?" Mike asked.

"Between owners, the house has a way of hiding its denizens. I stay conscious the whole time, but the fear was that if a long enough period of time passed, some of the monsters would lose their shit and wander out into the world, lonely and looking for company. So they sleep, but I'm guessing that they are starting to wake up now that you are here." Naia flipped her wet hair out of the way. "Tink, can I talk to Mike for a minute?"

Tink nodded. "I put away tools." She quickly gathered the cleaning supplies and vanished into the garage.

"You fucked her, didn't you?" Naia asked. Mike gulped. This was the fallout he was expecting.

"If I didn't, she thought she had to leave. I couldn't do that to her." Mike explained.

"It was more than that," Naia grinned, stroking Mike's chin. "You fucked her, and you liked it." Her hand found his cock through his shorts.

"Unexpectedly, yes. I did. It was weird, but kind of hot."

"Goblin's have weird ways of looking at marriage. As it is, you could order her to march into a fire, and she would do it because you are her husband. I'm telling you this so that you know how you should be treating her, despite her willingness to please you. Prove to me that you can handle this by treating her well, because it would break my heart to discover that you can't."

"What about us?" Mike asked.

"There will always be time for us. Goblins are polygamous. I could let you fuck me while she watched, and she would just be happy to be in the room." Naia laughed. "Not that I would ever treat her that way. I think of her very much like a little sister. You should get her some food, and then have her take a bath. I promise you that you'll find something underneath all that dirt and grime that you will like." Naia winked.

"What will you be doing?" Mike asked.

"I'll be out here, no worries. Take some time just the two of you." Naia slid her hand across the bite mark on Mike's shoulder. "She's marked you, you know? Now that she's tasted your blood, she can find you anywhere."

"Goblin bites aren't poisonous, right?" Mike lowered his voice in case Tink came back.

"You would know by now if they were," she whispered back, giving him a kiss on the nose. Tink emerged from the garage, her hands now empty.

"I'm going to fix us some lunch," Mike announced, and Tink was immediately by his side. "And then I'm going to wash up. Care to join me?"

"Tink come too." Mike held the door for her and she pinched his ass as she walked by. Mike turned to Naia, but the nymph was already floating on her back, staring up into the clouds.

-

Mike took Tink inside, where he heated up what was left of the pizza for both of them to eat. She sat across from him, gobbling down the pizza in huge bites while he got on Amazon to order a few things. He was lucky in that he was in a city with Prime Now, and he made a few purchases that he thought would come in handy, staring at Tink the whole time. Now that they were inside, he realized just how bad she smelled, but didn't want to hurt her feelings.

Tink followed him upstairs, where the bath had already filled itself with hot water. Mike smiled at the silver brush that had been left on the rim of the tub by the soap and shampoo. Tink stripped off her shirt, and Mike helped her into the bath.

It started innocent enough-Mike stripped off his bandages and joined her, and the two of them took turns cleaning each other. Mike used a rag to wash the dirt and grime off of Tink, discovering that her dark green skin was actually the bright green of a healthy lawn. He scrubbed her back, marveling at the prominent ridges along her spine, making him think of her as a tiny dragon instead.

"Tink's turn." Tink gently washed his around his wounds, taking particular care near the bite mark on his shoulder, which was now just a series of small scabs. She scrubbed him slowly

Her hair was the worst. Mike had Tink dunk her head, dirt and grime turning the water brown. He drained the tub and refilled it twice, helping her shampoo her long, dirty strands of hair. Once her hair was clean, he discovered that her hair was a dark auburn, with alternating streaks of red and brown throughout. While he had been willing to fuck her in the dark, the emerald creature in his tub was looking more and more feminine with every layer of dirt they scrubbed off.

Tink sat in front of him, her head and shoulders above the water. Mike realized that her back was now clean, but he was having a tough time taking his hands off of her. Tink sighed, scooting back against him, her fingers lightly tracing shapes on his thighs. Mike slid his hands across the top of her shoulders, then down across her chest. His fingers squeezed her breasts as one of her hands circled his cock.

He pulled Tink up onto one leg, using it as a booster seat. With her wet hair pulled to one side, she reminded him of that green girl from Guardians of the Galaxy, albeit much smaller. She growled affectionately at him, and he slid his hand down her thigh and into the dark patch of hair between her legs.

"No biting this time," he warned her, tracing circles around her crotch.

"No bites," Tink promised, her pink tongue circling her thin lips. She ran her tongue up the side of his neck, tickling at his ear. Mike circled her pussy a few times, puzzled at the shape of it. She had a double set of labia, the inner set puffy and engorged. He ran his fingers over them slowly, enjoying how the folds squeezed at his fingers. Tink shivered in the warm water, her tail splashing the surface.

While Tink was enjoying herself, Mike was having difficulty finding what he was looking for. Determined, he searched her folds for any trace of a fleshy nub, hoping that his theory about goblin anatomy would prove correct. After a minute of this, he decided to explore something else, pulling her leg wide and pushing a finger inside of her.

Tink let out a growl, and Mike was surprised to feel not one, but two semi hard lumps just inside her pussy. He hooked his finger, tracing figure eights around them, and Tink gyrated her hips in rhythm with his movements. It was no wonder that he had trouble fitting earlier-he could barely bend his finger once inside her, and her pussy was already squeezing his finger so tight it was uncomfortable.

Mike grabbed Tink by one of her horns, tilting her head sideways so that he could kiss her neck. Tink was stroking Mike's shaft with one hand while pinching her own double-nipple with the other, her claws squeezing hard enough that Mike was worried that she would hurt herself.

"This time, Mike fit," Tink declared, leaving Mike to pull the plug. The tub drained until the water level was below their hips. Mike held onto Tink's horns as she went down on him, her long tongue wrapping around his dick, leaving behind a trail of slime that made his dick tingle. While her teeth made him nervous, her big mouth was big enough that not only did she take his cock all the way to the back, but his balls as well. Mike held tightly to her horns and moved his dick even faster, shuddering at the smooth feeling of her tongue on the base of his cock. Every time she took the entire length of him, she swallowed, her throat squeezing the head of his dick.

"Tink, that feels amazing." Mike told her. She let out a growl of pleasure, and Mike began pumping her face. Tink fingered herself while pinching her breast, and Mike was all-out face fucking her, causing her to moan every time he bottomed out in her throat.

"Fuck," he muttered, feeling the pressure build. Tink wrapped her tongue around his balls, staving off his orgasm. She opened her mouth wide, and Mike realized that he was so far down her throat that the head of his dick was still stuck in place. Tink swallowed several times, squeezing him. Her wide, innocent eyes looked up at him lovingly, but her long tongue squeezed even harder, trapping his orgasm. She slapped at his hands, and he let go of her horns. Pulling her head back, Mike popped out of the back of her throat.

"Not yet," she chastised him, scooting her hips forward. Mike lifted her by the hips, setting her down on his cock. Her tail swished back and forth, and Mike almost came at the sheer heat of her tight walls. Tink growled at him, trying to force herself down the length of his cock again.

"Tink, it's okay," Mike told her, but she was having none of it. She turned around, facing away from him. Her ass was like a giant peach from this position, a heart shaped fruit ripe for the plucking. Tink grunted in frustration again, trying to force Mike's length all the way into her body.

"This time, Mike fit," she growled, slamming into him with long thrusts. She always came up a couple inches short.

"Tink, I'm going to come soon," Mike informed her. The pool of water left behind in the tub bubbled, sending tiny spheres of water into the air.

"Not if I can help it," Naia said, a hand made of water wrapping around the base of his cock, once again cutting off his orgasm. She emerged from the water, her dress plastered against her body. Tink was panting, fighting off an orgasm of her own.

"Naia!" Mike said, shocked to see her. Naia snapped her fingers, the dress on her body vanishing. She put both hands on Tink's shoulders and gave her a hard push. Mike moaned, his balls aching as he slid in almost half an inch more.

"That's right, lover." Naia gave Tink another push, but she simply couldn't go any further. "Is it really that important that he fit inside of you?" Naia asked Tink.

Tink nodded, unable to speak.

"Then there's only one choice." Naia pulled Tink off of Mike's cock, maneuvering her onto her hands and knees. Mike's cock was covered in Tink's creamy fluids, his dick covered in his own precum also. Leaning over Tink's body, Naia grabbed her tail and lifted it. Mike was treated to the vision of Tink's puckered asshole, dark green and coated in her juices. "I can guarantee that he will fit in here."

Mike felt a sudden surge from within, his heart beating in excitement. Naia held Tink's tail up, and Mike positioned the head of his cock at her ass. Tink gasped when Mike pushed himself in, her fluids providing plenty of lubrication. Just as the head of his cock penetrated her, Tink wiggled her ass back and forth, forcing herself back.

"Make...Mike...fit..." she declared, working her way steadily down. Somehow, her asshole was even tighter than her pussy, and Mike could feel Tink's pulse against his own. He only made it halfway in when he couldn't go any further. Tink let out a frustrated moan.

"Don't worry dear, big sister Naia will help." A mischievous grin on her face, Naia drew a pattern in the water with her finger. The water sprouted finger-like tendrils which began tickling Tink's pussy. Her breathe as coming in ragged gasps as her hips lurched back and forth. Tink growled, then moaned, then growled as Mike's dick worked its way in even further.

"Oh god," Mike moaned, the water gripping him even tighter. He grunted, pulling his dick out and then pushing it back in, trying to get his balls to touch her green flesh with every push.

"You need to pay it forward, little sister," Naia informed Tink. Grabbing onto Tink's horns, Naia pulled Tink's head between her legs. Tink greedily lapped at Naia's bald folds, Naia's body hovering above the water's surface. "Yes, that's a good little goblin."

"That doesn't seem like little sister behavior," Mike muttered.

"Nymphs don't follow conventional family rules," Naia replied, sighing in pleasure.

"Ngggh," Tink added, stopping frequently as the water fingers penetrated her. Mike shuddered, the sensation of the fingers traveling through the thin wall between Tink's pussy and ass setting him over the edge. He was certain Naia was working magic on Tink, because the goblin was letting out tiny shrieks every few seconds now, her body tensing up and relaxing.

"Nobody cums until Mike bottoms out," Naia declared. Frantic, Tink was pushing herself backward as hard as she could. Naia handed Tink's tail to Mike. "Make sure you pull it by the base," Naia informed him. One hand on Tink's hip, the other on her tail, he began pulling with all his might, every thrust getting him even closer. He wrapped a hand around Tink's stomach, feeling the bulge of his dick moving beneath the skin of her stomach.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. FUCK!" Mike felt Tink tighten down, then relax. His dick slid the rest of the way in, his balls slamming against her asscheeks. She tightened up once he was all the way in, grunting into Naia's pussy. He fucked Tink's ass with very tiny thrusts, unable to move much farher, and Naia winked at him, touching the water with her finger. The pressure around the base of his balls vanished, and he felt several waves of energy build up simultaneously. Tink came, spraying a milky fluid into the water, and Mike filled her ass, cumming again and again, his stomach aching from the number of times he tensed up. Mike let out a growl of his own, Tink collapsing face first into Naia, who turned her head sideways in her lap. Large tears were running down her face, and Mike worried that she was hurt.

Naia held up a hand to stop him from moving her. "They're happy tears, Mike. Let her have this moment," she whispered. Mike rubbed the base of Tink's back, running his hands over her bubble shaped butt in lazy circles. Much like before, Mike started to go soft, but still couldn't slide free. He grabbed Tink's shoulders, pulling her up into a sitting position. She let out little whimpers as he pulled himself free, cradling her in his arms.

"God, that was so fucking hot!" Naia declared, the faucet turning on. The tub filled up, and Tink slid away from him, facing Mike.

"Tink know you make great goblin husband," she told him. Naia picked up the brush from the side of the tub, and Mike gave Tink a kiss on the forehead as Naia began working the brush through Tink's tangled hairs.