The creatures slept the rest of the day all night and most of the next day. Troy/Kathy awoke to the feel of a hand beneath his folded wings. It glided... over his butt and up his back then back down. He opened his eyes to see Suzie/Kurt looking back at him. Troy/Kathy smiled, rolled on his side and drank in the beautiful creature that faced him. He/she let his eyes roam from the top of her soft fur covered head to her/his clawed feet. He/she watched the gentle rise and fall of her/his breasts in. Your reward was going to be our asses.” “So, what’s my punishment?” “Abby. He did get us all off. It’s not fair to punish him for being so amazing in bed.” Ahh. Gabby to the rescue. “Well, I don’t know. I guess some torture could be used though.” “Sounds fair.” I knew my sisters. Whatever torture they had in their minds was not going to be bad. Unable to stay awake any longer, I fell into a deep sleep, not to wake up until morning, when my punishment was to start. Early the next morning I awoke. I sat still holding the cold cigarette filter tip in my lips, it tasted of her lipstick which I found erotic. I suppose I should have felt guilty about that, she was my mother, but I didn’t. Saturday night I got a call from Josh, a mate from college asking me to meet up in Salisbury for a drink, I did not want to take the moped if I was drinking and so got the bus into town, as we passed the garden centre I peered up at Maggie’s house, but there were no lights on and the Range Rover was not. With large pointed ears and a jutting nose and sunken eyes tge goblin growled, it's teeth beaming yellow at the base, and red at the tips. Goblins were devious creatures who loved to torture there victims and hear them scream. There was no such thing as goblin comradeship. If things got too hairy it was each to their own. They were considerably weaker then orcs but didn't need to be strong. Favoring misdirection and deciet over pure brute strength. The chieftain stood up looking similar to it's.