From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem Chapter 15: Divine Juice!

Alice's heart was pounding like a drum in a death tal concert.

'W-What if he finds out it's my... my dirty juice?!'

Her face was now a shade of red previously undiscovered by science. Her fingers trembled in the air like they were holding the nuclear launch codes.

'What if he says it slls like rotten tuna?! Oh gods...'

And yet... her heart—the damn traitor—wanted him to sll it. She needed confirmation. Surely Alex was just being a jerk.

A goblin, by all known racial lore, was basically a gremlin powered by lust, poor decision-making, and borderline criminal levels of libido. They bred faster than rabbits on aphrodisiacs.

If anyone could be trusted with a scent check, it was him.

Even though warning bells were ringing in the back of his mind, Raedon leaned forward, curiosity defeating caution. His sharp goblin nose flared once... twice... and then—

Whiff.

A floral, slightly sweet aroma blasted into his sinuses like he'd just huffed liquid ambrosia. It was divine.

His brain hit the ergency brakes. His soul stepped out for a vacation. Every single neuron in his head stood up.

Monkey brain activated. Goblin mode: engaged.

Raedon's eyes rolled back like a dying Windows XP machine. His pupils dilated until his entire eyeball was just two voids of pure lust.

Alice, anwhile, almost fainted on the spot.

'Oh fuck... Was that too much?! W-Was it the sa sll? Is he okay?!'

But Rae wasn't just "okay"—the little green freak was currently ascending to the goddamn astral plane.

That one sniff hit him harder than a truck-kun in an isekai. His legs wobbled. He was two seconds away from chanting in tongues.

Alice clutched her chest, knees weak, kitty blazing like a forbidden furnace.

Suddenly, sothing unexpected was happening.

Though Raedon's head was still tilted back in stunned silence, sothing else was definitely moving...

His loincloth twitched. Then it twitched again. Slowly but surely, it began to rise, a bulge pushing forward like a curious creature waking from slumber.

The shape beneath the ragged fabric grew more defined with every second, until—

The tip slipped free, followed by the rest. It was big. Girthy. Green. With ridged patterns around the shaft like tribal markings from a jungle legend.

"What the...?"

Alice gasped, utterly floored.

Her heart pounded. Her breath caught in her throat. This wasn't what she expected—at all.

Alex had once claid to be the biggest among mankind.

"Two inches," he'd said proudly.

Alice's jaw loosened, nearly dropping. Her pussy leaked.

"How can such a tiny creature have that?!"

But in that mont, stunned and flushed, she was far too deep into the haze of curiosity and heat to question it further.

Her hand was still outstretched, and the damn goblin stood frozen like soone had just hit his brain with a lightning bolt made of lust and confusion.

"Raedon?"

No response.

"Raedon, you alright?"

He tilted his down to her slowly, and Alice saw it—pure, unfiltered madness twinkling in his eyes like a man who just sniffed a forbidden fruit and got high off its scent alone.

Then, like a man possessed, he grabbed her hand and started licking her fingers with a tongue that could probably win awards in a parallel universe.

His lips latched on, slurping and sucking like she'd dipped her fingertips in whipped cream and honey.

"A-Ah..."

Alice gasped, her knees doing the forbidden salsa.

"What are you doing? W-wait—"

But Raedon didn't stop. Not even close. He kept going like a man who just found the fountain of flavor.

"This heaven Mada... divine. Raedon want more. Give more."

Even Rae couldn't tell if he was still acting dumb or if this was just his brain short-circuiting from horny overload.

"Heaven? D-divine?"

Alice was stunned.

That was it. That was the confirmation she needed.

It wasn't her—it was her la husband who clearly had the nose of a sewer rat and the passion of a dried sponge.

Juices ran down her inner thighs like a guilty confession.

"Yes. This... heaven. Give Raedon. Raedon need."

Raedon said, eyes glazed over as he licked her fingers like they were dipped in ambrosia. Alice's brain nearly short-circuited.

Was this what real appreciation felt like? Raw, primal, honest desire? She was floating. Elevated. Finally—a reaction that didn't co with a sigh or a sarcastic comnt.

But before she could ride that high any higher—

"Alice, dear, where are you?"

The voice rang from inside the house. Sweet. Polite.Deadly.

Alice's entire body stiffened like soone had tossed cold water on her nether fantasies.It was her mother-in-law.

And the footsteps—click, clack, click—were getting louder. They were coming straight toward the inner kitchen.

'Oh. My. God.'

anwhile, Raedon still had the hunger of a beast who had just discovered gourt. She could see it in his eyes—logic gone, sha nonexistent.

So, like any woman faced with the danger of horny exposure, Alice did what she had to do—she grabbed his head and shoved him under the table, right between her legs.

The wooden counter in front of her offered just enough cover.

A heartbeat later, a woman with confident hips, a face aged like fine wine, and the sass of a retired empress strolled into the kitchen.

"Alice, dear," she said, scanning the room with her sharp eyes, "I'm heading out for so shopping. Where's that little goblin? I need a potter to carry my bags."

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What must be Raedon thinking under the table? Any idea? :)