I reached out and grabbed her as she fell, holding her reflexively to my chest.

“Mother?! Are you okay?” I asked, gently caressing her forehead. She stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Goodness, I’ve never felt that before,” she said, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled at me and gently patted my cheek. “Ivor, if you wanted to get this close to me, all you have to do is ask,” she said coyly.

I turned red, eliciting a giggle from the four-foot woman. “Uhm, should…should I set you back down on the altar?”

“Oh, yes. Lay me down there, Ivor. We can get to work, and I’ll have you feeling better than you have ever felt in your life,” she said with an impish grin.

I blinked rapidly, trying to process her words, when she burst out in a rather adorable fit of giggles. “Oh, honey. You should see your face. It’s positively precious!” She gently squeezed my cheek saying, “Sit me down wherever, and I’ll explain it to you, sweetheart.”

I set her down in front of me, and watched her walk back behind the altar, once more climbing upon it. She walked back to me, and sat down in front of me, swinging her little bare legs like a kid.

She cleared her throat and began her explanation, “You see, you’re the first Human I’ve had the pleasure of working with. I’ve never seen a species with such aggressive healing abilities before. Most species of your plane will heal a minor cut in what you would classify as a month or two. You can do so in a matter of days. Likewise, you’ll heal most broken bones in six or eight of your weeks, while most others will take a year or more. The difference is in the quality of the healing your bodies do. You humans heal fast, making a rather unsightly scar on your flesh, or a mass on your bones. Most others? You’ll barely even know they were hurt.

“You humans seem to do everything to the extreme. From your healing to your emotions to your procreation” -she raised a suggestive eyebrow- “and more. It’s intense and I’ve not felt the like before.”

“So, am I hearing that you’re not able to do much for me?” I asked, a bit crestfallen.

“Oh, no! No, no. I can absolutely make you feel amazing, Ivor,” she said, and I was nearly certain she was intentionally messing with me. Nearly. “And in doing so, I can help you keep from hurting so much in the future. Your rats, too. They are due the same care as you.” She stood awkwardly, giving me what I hoped was a quick, if unintentional, view up her robes.

“So, I need you to come up here, disrobe and lay down.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, my mouth falling open.

She pointed to the stone slab. “Get your clothes off and get up here, now. I have work to do, and I’ll not have you impeding it with your questions,” she said imperiously.

“Yes ma’am,” I said, hurrying to comply.

I set the bag containing my rats on the floor and I shucked my clothes as quickly as I could. I then climbed up the short steps to the top of the altar, covering my groin. I pinged a message to my boys asking them to stay put until I called for them. I then lay down, covering myself as best I could.

“Relax. I won’t hurt you. I’ve seen more species naked than you can count, and nothing you have under your hands will shock me,” she said, trying to be comforting.

“Um, it isn’t for you. I’m a bit embarrassed, is all,” I explained.

She laughed softly, “You humans are indeed strange. Put your hands down, please.” I did, turning redder as the cold air hit my nethers. “And now, I will get to work.”

She walked around me three times, her robes brushing my skin randomly. Stopping at my head, she held her hands out over my body. Like an absolute idiot, I looked up at the unexpected shade, getting an eyeful from under her open robes of naked female goblin, and my body reacted as one would expect. I heard her murmuring what was probably a spell, and waited.

I couldn’t really tear my eyes away from her body, as it had been too long since I’d seen a naked woman in the flesh. After a few tense minutes, I heard her chanting grow louder and then stop altogether. I saw golden light surrounding everything, and felt a warm current of air rushing upwards, caressing my body, filling it with lightness. It also had the side effect of billowing out her robes, giving me a fantastic, unobstructed, well-lit view of the entirety of her beautifully plump body.

I could feel myself straining in the warm air.

As the light slowly faded, and the wind receded, I heard a soft “Oh, my.” from above me. I quickly rushed to cover my erection as best I could as she sat down by my side, breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry, Gruldia. That isn’t something I wanted you to see. Please forgive me,” I said quietly, vainly hoping my erection would subside.

“Oh, no. I’m not forgiving you. I don’t mind at all seeing the effect that I have on you. It’s rather nice to know my old body can still do that to males,” she said, panting softly, her pupils wide.

I moved my hands, letting her see me. I could see her trembling, as if to maintain her composure.

“Gruldia? Are you okay? You seem a bit distracted,” I said softly.

“Huh? Wha?” She shook her head, trying to regain her grip on herself. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine, Ivor,” she said breathlessly, never taking her eyes off my member, her eyes following it as it pulsed in the cool air.

“Are you sure?” I sat up, turning to face her. “Wait a moment. What?” I looked down, noting that most of the excess mass I once had at my midsection was gone. I experimentally touched my belly, noting that while there was still some fat there, I was unable to grab much before meeting muscle. I stood, examining my body, noting the changes. I no longer had a lot of excess fat on my thighs and calves, my belly and arm fat seemed to have vanished, not even leaving saggy skin.

It wasn’t until I looked down at the little goblin woman with a delirious smile plastered on my face that I realized I was a) still rock-hard, and b) standing directly over the diminutive woman. This had the unfortunate effect of leaving her directly beneath my throbbing member, and she sat there, eyes wide, her mouth slightly open, both hands reaching shakily towards it.

I knelt quickly, trying to keep her from wrapping her hands around me, and gently caressed her cheek. “Gruldia? Gruldia, snap out of it. Look at me. Come on back from wherever you went,” I said softly.

She closed her eyes tightly, and shuddered. Her hands gently grasped my forearms, and her breathing slowed. After a moment, she opened her eyes, the pupils having returned to a more normal size. “It’s okay, now. I think I’m okay,” she looked up at me gratefully. “Thank you, Ivor. There are some that would have let me do whatever I was about to do.”

“Without sounding crass, may I ask you a question, Gruldia?”

“Absolutely, go ahead,” she replied.

“Were you fighting a breeding instinct just now?” At her sullen nod, I laid my hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Gruldia. We all have something we try to keep under wraps. I was sorely tempted to just let you have your fun, but I’d rather have something like that happen in a more positive, loving way. Sure, sex with an undeniably beautiful woman like you would most likely be amazing, but I would rather, if that happens, have you be in full command of your faculties. Does that make sense to you?”

She looked up at me, her eyes misty. “You think I'm beautiful? And wouldn’t be opposed to being with an old woman like me?” she asked, her lower lip trembling.

I laughed quietly. “I do. I happen to like a woman with a healthy build. Short or tall. And you can’t be much older than me. You still have the flush of youth about you,” I said.

“I’m nearly three hundred, Ivor,” she said flatly.

“Really? Well, you don’t look a day over one hundred fifty,” I said with a grin. “Still beautiful, still causing a reaction in men, and yes, still desirable.”

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She blushed, her skin darkening. “Well, thank you. Go ahead and” -she gave a dramatic sigh- “put your clothes back on.”

I chuckled and hopped down, surprised that my erection still hadn’t subsided. I turned around, facing her, “And what am I supposed to do about this? It has usually gone away by now,” I said, gently gripping my thick member.

She shuddered and made a soft noise. “Ivor, please put your clothes on. I’m having a hard time staying clothed myself,” she begged, panting as her hands snaked under her robe to rub and caress her body.

I gave a lopsided smile and put my clothes on, my eyes never leaving the show in front of me. She was frantically rubbing herself and tugging on her dark, thick nipples. I saw milk spray from them, and stepped to the side. I moved closer to the altar, and leaned an elbow on it as quietly as I could.

She flopped onto her back and gave up all pretense of modesty, hiking her robes up over her head, furiously masturbating. I watched the scene in front of me with undisguised lust. She stuffed a heavy breast into her mouth, and drank greedily from her own milk, obviously nearing orgasm.

I leaned forward and spoke softly in her ear, “Good girl. Finish yourself, and make it good. I want to see you enjoy it.”

Her eyes went wide and she swallowed the mouthful of milk. Her entire body stiffened as her eyes rolled back in her head. A low moan escaped her mouth, rising in pitch as her orgasm crashed over her, causing her nipples to spray milk all over the altar as creamy juice squirted from her wet sex.

She lay there, eyes closed, panting for a moment. Her arms weakly tried to lift to her head, but failed, flopping onto the cold, wet stone.

“Would you like some assistance?”

She weakly nodded, moaning softly, periodically shuddering. I gently tugged her robe over her head and threaded her arms through the sleeves. Gently, I sat her up, and adjusted the robes over her midsection, taking great care not to even brush against her breasts. She tried to stand, and I hopped up onto the altar, and gently assisted her up. She suddenly grabbed my arm, her fingers digging into my flesh as she gasped and moaned as a torrent of fluid ran down her legs. She stood there, face crushed into my forearm, my hand trapped between her soft, pillowy breasts as she came a second time.

“I’m sorry, Gruldia. I shouldn’t have said anything while you were…indisposed. I should have let you finish, and then we could have gotten on with the last bit of business,” I said sheepishly.

“No,” she panted. “You actually did the right thing. Had you not done that, I honestly wouldn’t have finished. I would likely have tried to force myself on you in order to get what my body craved. You could have resisted and stopped me, but I would have had to close the temple for a week while I got myself taken care of,” she said, squeezing my hand and looking up at me.

“Well, still. I wish such a thing hadn’t had to have happened,” I said softly.

She gently patted my arm and pulled me down to her level. “You’re a sweetheart, Ivor. Don’t worry about it. I’m a goblin, and I’ve been wrestling with my nature for the past two hundred years. I’m a breeder. I’ve known this since I was small. I just so happen to also have a good connection to the gods of my world, and can heal pretty easily. Trying to shift my actions to be more in line with the healing side of my abilities has been challenging. You actually did me a service there. For that, I am grateful, and willing to forgive you for…rising to the occasion” -she winked at me- “even if it was unintentional,” she said, following the words with a soft kiss with those sinfully plump lips of hers. “Now! Let’s see to your companions.”

I pinged a message to my boys to come out of the pouch, and they both scampered up and onto my shoulder.

“Aw. They’re so cute!” she said, giggling. She reached out, and Bailey crawled out onto her hand. She closed her eyes, and smiled. Holding her other hand over him, she softly recited her spell, and I saw him bathed in that same golden light, the wind billowing out the little goblin’s robes. After a moment, she set him on my shoulder, and held her hand out to Byron, who trundled onto her outstretched hand. She repeated the process with similar results, and set him onto my other shoulder.

“Now you three are taken care of. You can go on and finish your tour,” she said, her smile slipping.

Bailey and Byron scurried into their pouch, and I swept the little woman up into a hug, eliciting a sharp squeal from her. “Thank you, Gruldia. I’ve never felt better in my forty-two years,” I said gratefully.

She was surprised for a moment, then returned the hug as best as she could with vigor. “You’re welcome, Ivor. Come back if you need any healing. I’ll be here,” she said quietly.

I held her at arm’s length and said, “Maybe I’ll drop by just to see you, Gruldia.” I winked and smiled at her, watching the blush darken her skin from her neck to her forehead.

“Stop it, you. Get on out there before I change my mind about resisting my urges,” she said, swatting my arm playfully.

I grinned and kissed her forehead, setting her down, then turned and walked out, leaving a smiling, blushing goblin standing atop the altar.

Stepping out, I saw Mil’Grash leaning against the opposite wall, her arms crossed, an irritated look on her face.

“Something wrong, Mil’Grash?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t mad at me.

“Wrong? Oh, no. Nothing wrong. Not unless you count hearing a goblin screaming in what was undoubtedly ecstasy echoing through the hall as something wrong. What did you do to her?” she said crossly.

“Me? I didn’t touch her. Apparently, she had a difficult time of it after seeing me naked and erect on the altar, and had to rub one out, or risk forcing herself on me. All I did was encourage her to finish, and it obviously worked,” I said, somewhat irritated at the accusation.

“You what? You mean to tell me that you weren’t having sex with the Cleric? Almost every male of a sexually mature age does when they see her. You resisted? How?” she peered at me intently.

“How? It’s easy. I wasn’t invited to have sex with her. There wasn’t an enthusiastic yes given to me, so I didn’t. Understand also, my patron god is one of fertility. I tend to have a good idea as to what someone in that situation wants most in order to get the job done. I always have. I did what came naturally given those restrictions and the situation. It worked. I also offered to come by and see her from time to time. I’m getting the idea that you guys don’t have much meaningful contact with others.” At her sad nod, I continued, “Well, I’ll change that. I’ll be certain to visit you lot here in the Administration Center when my duties don’t have me busy. I’ll take you to eat, or if possible, invite you to Earth for some vacation time. If my stipend will allow me to essentially retire from working on my home planet, then we will do that. How does that sound, Mil’Grash?” I asked, a grin plastered on my face.

She looked at me, her mouth open in surprise. “Might wanna close that, Mil’Grash. You may catch a fly with it. Bel’Chazz told me that I don’t wanna deal with the flies here,” I said with a smirk.

She closed her mouth and sputtered in laughter. “Okay, then. I’d like that. I don’t expect much, but if you can do that, I’d be happy to,” she said, softly grasping my arm.

“So! What’s next? Who else do I need to see?” I asked jovially.

“Well, the next stop would be to your rooms. This is where you’ll stay when you’re here, and I’ll show you how to get to the Council Chambers as well. If we have time before the meeting, I’ll introduce you to some of the Council members. Otherwise, you’ll simply have a crash course as you go along,” she said.

“Lead the way, then! I am in your care,” I said, stepping aside for her.

Mil’Grash led me down more twisting corridors as she led me to my rooms. I took the time to compose a message to Gruldia.

Gruldia,

Hi there! I’d like to make certain you know my offer of spending time with you was real and serious. You seem like a good person, and someone who could use a friend. I’m willing and able to be your friend, and will always try to be available to you while I’m here, and if this communication network works the way I’m hoping, I’ll try to be available when I’m on my own world, too.

Yours,

Ivor Freyrsson

I sent the message on its way, marveling at how easy it was to send messages to people here compared to using my cell phone.

After a few more minutes of walking, we arrived at yet another non-descript door. Mil’Grash stepped aside, and motioned for me to enter.

“This is where my room is?”

She placed a soft hand on my chest, stopping me before I touched the doorknob, and softly said, “Ivor, I want you to know that your words are kind. Offering to be in touch with me and my colleagues is something I’ve not heard in a very long time. While I know your duties will keep you from actually making good on your offer, I appreciate it nonetheless.”

I gently took her hand in mine and smiled. “It’s not just an offer. It’s a promise. You’d be surprised to see what I’ll do in order to keep a promise,” I said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

She blushed softly and cleared her throat. “Well, uh, before you go in, or even touch the doorknob, you should know that the space on the other side of this door is in constant flux. It hasn’t been imprinted with an owner, yet. Once you touch the door, the flux ends, and the room takes immediate shape. It will be as big as you want, within reason, with whatever amenities you require for comfort and utility. I don’t know what the rules are for you staying here for longer than Council work, but it’s a question worth asking,” she explained.

I moved a short distance from the door. “So you mean to tell me that if I put a vision of my ideal home into my head, it’ll be on the other side of this door?” She nodded, so I continued, “Can I also make this door look and act however I want?” Another confused nod. “Holy shit. I can design my perfect home in my head and have it on the other side of this door,” I said excitedly. “And it’ll never need routine cleaning beyond whatever mess I make?”

“All correct, Ivor. All you need to do is fix the image in your head and touch the door,” Mil’Grash patiently explained.

I smiled and closed my eyes, fixing the image of the perfect home in my head, and touched the door.