CHAPTER 28: TOY’S REWARD 3

Vale, who’d been standing in the entrance to the room, took a lithe step toward Toy, causing the crimson tint on her cheeks to deepen even further.

’This girl...’

Toy was still a slight mystery to Vale. Vale had no idea of her past, which was only made weirder by the detail that the girl herself wasn’t privy to that information. But, by extension of that fact, any possible past experiences fell by the wayside.

Meaning, all of Toy’s experience in intimate encounters, any encounter really, could be summed up in what Vale had witnessed himself. Which also meant Toy had never been with a man.

While only Salome had touched Toy before, it didn’t seem like the small goblin had a preference toward women or men. But at the same time, it was clear she had no experience with men. Or more so, no experience at all.

Vale was a little intimidated by this fact, but he pressed forward still, again softly slamming his bare foot into the ground, taking another step.

He’d yet to redon the boots and socks ever since he’d taken them off the first time, but he was currently wearing the pants and underwear. As for Toy, she still had the two cloth straps wrapped tightly around her small yet well-endowed frame.

Toy sheepishly brought her head up to meet Vale’s eyes as he walked toward her, but could only do so in cursory glances, or else her fluster would grow to insurmountable levels.

Vale stopped when he stood a little less than half a meter from her.

Vale towered over the small goblin, and thus, he had to crane his neck down an exaggerated amount to look at her.

At this close distance, where their bodily heats radiated off and collided with one another, Toy’s rapid glances and fidgets increased. Yet, the trepidatious look in her eyes was firmly nestled alongside the glow of lust.

Vale cautiously reached out toward the frail goblin and rested his hand under her chin, and gently held it still. Her skin was unexpectedly soft and delicate. It wasn’t as smooth as Salome’s, but it was more elastic... cushiony.

It didn’t feel hardened by years of battle like Salome’s — both figuratively and literally.

Vale looked in Toy’s eyes and asked her:

"Are you nervous?"

Toy’s face flushed even more, and she averted her gaze, but her head was held still by Vale. It took a little for her to get the words out, but she eventually squeaked:

"Uh- a little."

Vale couldn’t help but find her reaction charming... or more so, ’cute.’

Vale leaned down and parted the strands of Toy’s dark green hair, placing a kiss on her forehead. Toy, who pulled away and froze for a moment, looked up at Vale, surprised by the tender gesture.

But, whether it was Vale’s Trait or Toy’s natural tendencies being released, the remnants of the bashful look in her eyes quickly faded and was replaced by a ferocious glare. While Vale was scared to rush things with Toy and wanted to be gentle, it seemed like Toy wanted the exact opposite.

Like a switch had been flipped, it didn’t take long for the hesitation in Toy’s eyes to drain, and she became the one advancing toward Vale.

She threw herself into Vale’s arms. Vale, surprised by the sudden leap, fumbled a little as he caught her, then staggered around and fell to the floor.

Toy sat straddled on Vale’s lap with the cloth around her bust having slipped off at some point during her maneuver and floated to the ground a little ways away.

Vale could only glean Toy’s voracious glare down at him for a moment before she descended upon his face, sinking her dark red lips into his.

Her breath was warm, and unexpectedly, she tasted sweet. Perhaps being clean, tasty and aromatic was just par for the course from a subject to Lust — even one adopted by it.

Toy savagely continued smacking her lips into Vale’s, barely giving him any time to breathe.

Vale pushed, lifted his hands, and pressed them into Toy’s shoulders, holding her back so he could speak.

While Vale didn’t necessarily dislike this, he was supposed to be the Master of Lust... it was a little embarrassing for this small, inexperienced woman to be leading him.

"Am I not supposed to be your master?"

Toy gave a vicious smile and replied.

"You’re my master’s master, not mine."

Then, she forcefully gripped Vale’s wrists and slammed them to the ground above her head, and went back to kissing him.

’What the hell is going on?! What’s taken hold of her to be so rude and forthright?!’

But was Vale going to stop it just because she was being insubordinate? No...

For one, he didn’t truly see himself as the master of anyone. He trumped no one’s individuality and inherent value. Plus...

Lust was lust, and true lust was without shame in both action and aftermath. And he was the manifestation of it. Form didn’t necessarily matter to Vale. Maybe it once had, but now?

’Not even close...’

Still, he wasn’t going to take it one-sidedly.

Vale kept indulging in Toy’s sweet lips as he broke his right hand free of her restraint and slid it down to her waist. He slid his hand against her skin and around where the cloth was tied and ripped it away, throwing it to the side.

As the cloth sank to the ground, Toy reeled back, and Vale opened his eyes. Once he did, his gaze instantly fell upon the small goblin’s tits. Her ample breasts were firm, yet still showed the effects of gravity. Her olive nipples had long hardened during their make-out and now looked at him like hungry eyes.

Vale brought his gaze up a little to see Toys emerald eyes glowing, her hair, which had already been a little unkempt, now frazzled with ends of it being held to her face by wet saliva. The edges of her long ears now looked more crimson than their usual jade.

Toy’s mouth was wide open as she took deep, haggard breaths, causing her chest to rise and fall.

Then, Vale’s stare lowered toward where her hips pressed into and cuddled his.