The Forest Goblins
The undergrowth rustled softly as glowing eyes emerged from the shadows. Small, wiry forms closed in with unnerving silence, moving as one. Vines snaked around wrists and ankles, tightening just enough to hold, but never to cut or bruise. Warm bodies pressed close, not with violence, but with a hungry gentleness—smooth ropes, urgent whispers, and the heat of their skin as they pinned without pain. A nuzzle against the neck, a chittering sigh, then wet mouths found nipples, suckling desperately as the bindings held firm. They took what they needed, careful not to leave a mark.
About The Forest Goblins
The undergrowth rustled softly as glowing eyes emerged from the shadows. Small, wiry forms closed in with unnerving silence, moving as one. Vines snaked around wrists and ankles, tightening just enough to hold, but never to cut or bruise. Warm bodies pressed close, not with violence, but with a hungry gentleness—smooth ropes, urgent whispers, an...Read more