Life is like an RPG - part 4-7 (Patreon)

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/life-is-like-rpg-86644363

Part 2, 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/life-is-like-rpg-98378100

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Inside a large, comfortable home, a single dim light candle turned on at the main entrance, as the owner walked in from the street. Closing and locking the door, he placed his backpack on the table before entering the room. She turned her head to look behind her and saw a small figure standing in front of the fireplace.

"Welcome," the petite, busty nude woman with long dark hair whispered. "Dinner is ready." She gestured to the small table in front of the hearth with an entire platter full of meat and wine, and returned to the wheel with yarn.

Goblin Nico was no idiot, he could easily guess it was not going to be normal meal as any other one before. After all, it's been two months since he bought Marissa and she usually doesn't act like that. Usually she always try to argue or behave awkwardly with him. She even called herself with different name, Phil or something, saying she is a man and some bullshit about computer game world. Nico never heard of "Computer" and other nonsense she had spewed out during first month of captivity. After all he didn't really mind her thoughts, he likes having "Marissa" and her huge tits near.

"So you made us a romantic evening?"

She paused her spinning, standing up and looking at him, fluttering her lashes innocently. In her gaze were a combination of sadness, self-loathing, and the realization of what she was becoming. She was very pretty in Nico's eyes, a healthy and curvaceous girl. Her skin smooth and soft, long chestnut colored hair tied neatly in pigtail braids, large pink nipples on her oversized jutting breasts - all of these were making Marissa to become really a perfect servant for him.

He noticed how her soft, huge breasts lightly touched wooden wheel while she stood. How long, warm fingers delicately holding spinning spool. It was pretty arousing sight for Nico's experienced eyes.

"Indeed," she whispered timidly. "If you... enjoy..." she uttered as she carefully began stepping away from him. Her hips swayed from side to side slightly and her butt jiggled a tiny bit as she walked, arms folded in front of her chest, barely covering her large tits.

"How many times I should remind you, Marissa..." he said in calm, almost casual voice, not rising and simply observing, his penis hardening.

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"How many times I should give simple answer... I AM A MAN, YOU IDIOT!" wanted Phil shout, but instead of this quietly removed his hands from his huge chest, felt heavy flesh move and turned around to Goblin with lowered head and hands. "Sorry sir," whispered Phil, looking at his big breasts, still feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed in Marissa's body, hearing his soft voice as his head was bowed.

"Marissa, up your head when talking, like a lady. Don't hide from me those beautiful boobs, like we agreed." Nico continued, sitting at the small table and preparing a bite of food for himself. Marissa looked him in the eyes with her delicate face. Her cheeks pink, lips moist, her emerald eyes filled with longing as she realized how her breasts had moved in his presence, exposing themselves to him fully, soft and flushed pink as always.

"You know the rules here Marissa" Nico smiled taking his meal and sipping some wine. "Don't stay like a statue near me..." he put fork with chunk of roasted meat aside and looked in her eyes. Her little scared gaze was on fork with piece of food, but her plump lips already were trembling. "maybe it will work...", thought Phil, feeling nervous. His shy girlish gaze went back to Nico.

"Sir..." Phil's petite voice rang through the dim room. "Why won't you..." She stopped, realizing that this wasn't good idea to talk about this, but also, she really needed that Goblin eat this damned meat! It was her chance to change her status here. After a long pause Nico answered her question:

"Because Marissa. I told you already many times" Phil quickly thought how Nico asks sometimes about dance for him, and thought to herself maybe it will work. Maybe it was the only chance for Phil, and although he hates dancing and especially this dancing for that fat ass goblin, despite this Phil decided to dance. Slowly raising her arms, she began to gyrate her hips, her ample tits swaying slightly in silence.

Phil noticed Nico is moving his hands for his bulge on the pants, starting slowly to jerk himself looking at Phil's plump breasts that move with every body gesture he makes. It was not what expected, and Phil blushed hard from his view. She needed to turn her face away and just concentrate to continue this act, so she turned away and closed her eyes, imagining herself somewhere else in time or universe. Her hips were twisting from side to side to an unheard rhythm. Occasionally her heavy boobs slapped against her belly, which would cause her to blush even further.

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Suddenly she felt something cold. But she immediately recognized familiar, unpleasant sensation. It was this damn magic spell again, turning Phil's mind, body, will into something completely different, completely foreign, as a sudden desire to move her ass near that fat ass Goblin's dick made all her good thoughts disappear and start thinking: "Maybe my owner would like my juicy butt near him now?"

"That's what I like," Nico says, looking pleased with Marissa's efforts, putting aside the magical stone, which he had used on her moments before. "Much better. Adore this magic of lust, when my Marissa tries to tease me" he licked his lips watching her heavy breasts move sensually and shake her ass.

Big smile appeared on Phil's cute lips while her hands was taking her pigtails, pulling braided hair aside, moving a little back to better show her huge breasts. It wasn't exactly like a dance anymore, more like teasing for someone she should please and tease with her beautiful, juicy tits. "Sir, Marissa hopes sir is ready for second dessert?", asked in innocent girl voice, bending in a beautiful curve, pointing her juicy bubble butt, Phil was trying to excite Nico. Her big breasts moved more and more. She even needed to slightly bent down, feeling hot on her big breasts while feeling hot stare of Nico on them.

"Oh my god, how cool is this" was what came in Phil's mind "sitting on the fat, dirty pervert, dancing and teasing, using all possible sexy moves. Let me serve him ..." This thoughts seemed weird, like it wasn't her, but she really enjoyed this situation with her own perverted mind. She noticed that Nico still didn't eat a piece of roasted meat, which should have already been eaten according to plan. "Huh, he doesn't even touch my food!", Phil thought disappointed, continuing her movements. The thoughts in her head were very confused and she tried to concentrate on the plan, but the spell was very strong. "Damn this magic... he should eat now and everything will end, oh... my lovely master would love to... no, stop that shit, come on...", thoughts Phil,  shaking her hips near Nico.

"Sir ... Would like to take my nice round behind ... " she said, feeling a wave of happiness when Nico took her by the waist and pulled closer. "oh yeah ... rub me hard ..." she whispered softly, feeling how something entry inside her soft bottom hole. "uhhh yeah..." she moaned gently while her ass was pounding into Nico's penis with every movement. "just take my big, soft tits while we...oh ...", Phil didn't know where those words came from, but she felt really glad saying them and immediately, hands from waist fell down on her big breasts.

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After some time

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In the big village tavern named "Visiting Goblin", where men drank booze, sang songs about the beauty and power, a novice barmaid was walking around the tables, taking orders, cleaning and serving customers. Every man in the bar who wanted to ogle the nubile young barmaid's delicious curves while she leaned across a table and looked with big emerald eyes. Big boobs hanging right over the man's heads as she served drinks was nice additional for them to just sit and order from the list. The tavern keeper - a goblin, known here as "Nico" liked watching his little plaything serve the villagers.

While they talked and gossiped, and made up tales, and laughed, and sang, Phil, now known as Marissa for everyone here in the village, tried her best to serve quickly the right order, with her full, luscious body, wide hips and big boobs, under strict eyes of goblin owner Nico. Her outfit consisted of a big long white skirt and just a purple bra, while her stomach was exposed and she looked more like an exotic belly dancer than a simple barmaid. Long, black hair was falling down on the big plump shoulders of this young woman. 

Marissa or just "Rissie" as the townfolk and her new owners called her, didn't have much luck and was bought off the slave market and taken here for 10 silver by goblin Nico. Several weeks she lived in this goblin village named Tilford. This was place in this fantasy RPG world for goblin people, not much humans were around here. Rissie was the only one human here for now and everyone, especially goblin men, often tried to take advantage of such young and juicy girl. Only Nico was able to stop the others goblins, but from time to time they was touching Marissa's ass, boobs and other places when she was serving.

"Is it really my life now... I'm Marissa..." thought Phil, not forgetting about his real life and dreaming to return from here someday, "I'm in a world of NPC goblins, I'm serving them food... fuck, this sucks... and why menu toolbar is missing now... It's all looks like real. Damn game... Or maybe it's not a game?" his mind was puzzled by these thoughts, he didn't understand what going on right here and now. All seems and feeling like it is reality, not the game, that for sure.

"Rissie! Move faster, lazy bitch!" said owner Nico loudly returned her to a reality from her thoughts, slapping Marissa's round bubble-butt while passing past her. Hearing the angry, "tsk!" of the goblin, the brunette blushed a little. "Ugh... I was spacing out..." she mumbled under her breath while picking up an empty tankard that some goblinn left behind on the table and returning back to the bar.