CHAPTER 134: SMOTHERING WITH COOCHIE!

The truth was Rae knew exactly what he was doing. The man was a menace with a nose.

His face buried so deep between her cheeks, he might as well have been mining for gold.

Every muffled groan, every exhale, every twitch of his lips sent tiny shivers across her hips.

Melissa clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached. Her whole body screamed at her to either kick him off or let go and melt right there.

’This brat is going to make me lose it before I even reach the boulder. If the goblins catch us like this, I’ll kill him myself.’

She shook her head violently, but it only made Rae’s nose grind harder against her seam.

’Gods help me.’

But the gods weren’t helping. Rae was.

This little incident made them lose precious seconds because by the time Melissa had Rae’s nose wedged between her ass cheeks like some cursed bookmark, the two goblins were already circling the boulder.

She had to stop again, standing still, her whole body on fire while her companion was still buried back there like a miner refusing to leave the shaft.

She can’t crouch now. Crouching means more spreading and if she spread anymore, he would be raw dogging her with his nose.

’Dammit!’

Melissa’s frustration boiled over. The damn boulder was right there. Twenty meters. Twenty goddamn meters.

She could already taste safety in her mouth, and it tasted like freedom mixed with sweat. She just had to touch that rock, find the door, and disappear.

Once she reached it, she would be safe. At least she believed she would be safe. Her body screamed otherwise.

But nothing was going smoothly.

"Hey did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

The second goblin squinted, ears twitching like a rat sniffing crumbs.

The first goblin glanced at him, annoyed, scratching his hairy green ass crack without shame. He looked like a man who had already given up on life.

"What is it now?"

He asked with zero urgency, finger still lodged halfway between his cheeks. Why should he care. Even if some hero came waltzing into this dump, they’d only find disappointment.

This wasn’t the main hideout. No treasure. No women. Just dust, boxes, and broken dreams.

This was a goblin storage room. For storing all the useless crap even goblins didn’t want.

"I heard something moving there."

The second goblin leaned forward, shuffling steps toward the invisible duo. His nose twitched, his ears flicked, suspicion rolling across his ugly mug.

Melissa held her breath. Rae, on the other hand, had no choice but to stay where he was, his muffled exhale brushing against her most private place like a curse she couldn’t undo.

’Dammit Rae if you breathe any harder I’ll kill you myself.’

Her cheeks tightened, her thighs quivered. The goblin came closer.

Seeing the goblin move closer, Melissa tapped Rae’s shoulder, telling him to crouch low. She didn’t even need to say anything, just a simple tap. Rae, of course, nodded his head like an obedient fool.

"NGhh~"

Melissa almost jumped. She slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes going wide.

When Rae nodded, his damn face was still stuffed between her ass cheeks. His nose dragged right across her star, making her whole body jolt.

’Damn idiot. Not now. Not here. If I make a sound, we’re both screwed.’

Before Melissa could crouch first, Rae decided to go down ahead of her.

But instead of simply crouching like a normal human, the bastard went all the way, laying himself flat under her like she was his personal tent.

His body stretched out, slow, careful, not making a single sound. His legs bent and propped up, sliding neatly under the cloak.

It wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t discipline. It was Rae being Rae. Actively making her mission harder while making sure he didn’t lose this ridiculous moment.

Because he knew the moment this cloak came off, Melissa would turn into the cold archer again, raining arrows, painting the walls with green blood.

She’d forget all about sneaky moments like this. She’d never let him get this close again.

Melissa didn’t notice it. Didn’t see him lying flat under her cloak like some kind of horny landmine.

Her eyes were glued to the goblin creeping forward, ears twitching, nostrils flaring.

She was just grateful Rae had finally taken his goddamn nose out of her ass cheeks. One less humiliation to deal with.

Of course, she didn’t know what came next was going to be a whole new level of disaster.

She crouched down slow, her bow steady in her hands, every nerve pulled tight.

The goblin sniffed the air, then glanced back at the boulder like he was second-guessing himself.

Melissa’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. She thought she was in control, thought everything was fine.

Until—

"What the—mhmm!!"

Melissa almost screamed, but her hand clamped down on her mouth just in time.

The goblin’s head snapped toward her, his eyes narrowing, suspicion sharp now. Her heart rammed against her ribs.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t twitch. If she so much as blinked too hard, he’d notice.

But how the hell was she supposed to stay still like this.

Because right now, she wasn’t crouching. No. She was sitting. And not on the ground. Not on a rock. She was sitting on Rae.

Her wide eyes flicked down, careful not to move her head. What she saw almost made her choke.

His forehead. His messy hair. And the rest of his head buried deep, swallowed completely between her ass and her kitty.

’Dammit. No. No no no. This idiot. Why does it always end like this. It’s an accident. It’s an accident. Don’t think about it Melissa.’

The goblin’s gaze swept past them, still searching. Melissa clenched every muscle in her body to stay still, but the pressure against her was maddening.

She could feel Rae’s head there, pressed exactly where no man should ever be right now.

She prayed. Not to the gods. Just to the stupid bastard under her.

"What’s the hold up"

The first goblin barked out, his tone already sharp with irritation.

"I swear I heard a woman’s sound just now"

The second one muttered, his beady eyes fixed on the shadows where Melissa crouched. His stare burned like he could see straight through the rocks and leaves and grass and into her skin.

For her, it felt like his eyes were drilling right into her soul.

’Dammit this is just perfect. Don’t move Melissa don’t you fucking move and he will—’

She didn’t even get to finish the thought before it came. A faint tearing sound, small but sharp.

’Wh-what the hell was that’

Her eyes widened. The goblin didn’t notice—he was still squinting around suspiciously. That meant it wasn’t loud.

No, it wasn’t something heard. It was something felt. Felt from her lower side. From her pants. Her leather pants.

"Man, whoever you are just come out you stupid fuck!"

The goblin snarled, voice rising, frustration boiling. But still, no answer came from the shadows. He spat, clicked his tongue, then finally turned away.

Melissa almost collapsed with relief. Her breath shuddered out of her lungs. But then she made the mistake of looking down.

And her heart stopped.

Her pants. Torn. Split open perfectly from the underside like fate had reached out and pulled the seams apart.

And worse, far worse—her puffy pussy, soft and flushed, was completely on display, sitting there like bait on a hook.

She was horrified. The kind of horror that made her insides twist up.

Since she wanted full freedom of maneuver, she had skipped panties today, and now her kitty was shamelessly on display like some whore at the market stall.

Her instincts screamed, and she slapped a hand down over her slippery little coochie, squeezing her thighs shut as if that could fix anything.

She tried to stand up, to run, to salvage the last scrap of dignity she had left. But Rae wasn’t letting that happen. Not at all.

Below, Rae let out a deep sigh, warm and reckless.

"Rae no breathing, Rae th—mm"

The idiot’s voice carried before she could stop him, making her jerk in panic and collapse straight back down onto his face, her bare slit landing flush against him.

The muffled sound cut off under her folds.

"Who’s there!!"

The goblin guard snapped instantly, eyes flaring with alertness, his crude ears twitching at the faintest disturbance.

’Dammit dammit dammit. Why the fuck did I do that.’

Melissa’s mind went white. She hadn’t thought at all. Her only mission was to shut Rae up, and in her desperation she had smothered him with the only thing available—herself.

Now she was seated perfectly across his face, her kitty pressing down snug and warm, grinding over his nose and lips as if mocking her.

Her heart hammered so loud she swore the goblin could hear it.

And then she felt it. The unmistakable pressure of his nose brushing against her folds, digging just a little too deep.

His hot breath slipped through her entrance, shuddering into her, sending sparks up her spine.

’Oh gods no. This isn’t happening. I’m just covering him, that’s all. It’s only to keep him quiet. It’s only...’

Her hips betrayed her, trembling ever so slightly as the warmth spread out, her body quivering against him.