The Alluring Tightness of the Goblin Onahole
Goblin onaholes had excellent grip. First off, there wasn't a single hair on the slightly protruding mound above the buttocks. Apparently, the goblin female it came from had a completely hairless pussy. Surprisingly, the shape of her genitals wasn't all that different from the human women I'd seen in porn. Well, goblins were classified as small humanoid monsters, so it made sense that a female goblin's pussy might resemble a human's. The main difference was how plump the labia majora were. The clitoris and everything else were buried so deep they were completely hidden. With labia this thick, a T-string panty would've wedged right between them—what a shame I hadn't gotten to see that. It must've been hidden behind those firm, perky ass cheeks before it turned into an onahole.
"Oh, so soft."
I pinched the labia majora between my thumb and forefinger, savoring a softness that put every cheap internet onahole to shame. After kneading those thick folds for a good while, reveling in their pillowy give, I slipped a finger into the tightly sealed slit and spread them apart.
"Whoa..."
Some high-end onaholes used different materials inside and out to mimic the realism of a real woman's pussy. But I could say with absolute certainty that no mass-produced toy could match the internal realism of this one. A vivid crimson mucosa gleamed in stark contrast to the pale green skin. There was the pea-sized clitoris that had been hidden away, the lewdly unfurled labia minora, and the vaginal opening just a bit below center. Hell, even the urethra was perfectly replicated—though it was so tiny it seemed like only a cotton swab might fit, and probably wasn't meant for anything bigger. I brushed my index finger over the minora. Softer than the majora, with a strangely moist, tacky feel. As I circled the minora and flicked the clitoris—
Twitch—
The moment I touched the clit, the vaginal entrance twitched in response. Like it was alive. The same thing happened when I tried again—weaker, but unmistakable. And the onahole felt just a little warmer now.
Just to be sure, I slicked my finger with saliva and gently rubbed around the entrance. Once it was good and wet, I slid my finger in to the first knuckle.
Squish squish—
The intrusion startled it; the onahole reacted with a totally different intensity than before. Warm, slick walls clung desperately to my finger, writhing as if desperate to push it out while squeezing tight. Sticky lubricant—different from my saliva—secreted from the walls, sharpening every texture and ridge against my skin. That alone had my cock throbbing like it might burst.
I curled my finger and stirred the depths wildly. Every motion made the inner walls undulate in colorful protest, gripping my finger from all angles.
Squelch squelch squelch!
Squirt—squirt—
Ignoring the resistance, I pistoned at the entrance, and the onahole sprayed some fluid—lube or pussy juice, who knew? A quick taste revealed a viscous sweetness, faintly tangy.
I was convinced. This onahole was alive. Not literally breathing, but reacting just like living flesh.
Teased by barely a knuckle's depth, I pushed a little deeper. Another half-knuckle in, and my fingertip hit something taut and firm. I knew exactly what it was. Pulling out and spreading wide confirmed it: a hymen-like membrane, pierced in the center.
"An onahole with a hymen?"
My breath ghosted over it, and the walls convulsed wildly, as if begging don't touch there, no further with some desperate emotion. But against that 'will,' the pussy churned out massive amounts of clear lube to ease the way, so much it overflowed the entrance and dribbled down my spreading fingers to plop on the floor.
"So that's why it's E-grade..."
A living, responsive onahole. Yeah, that earned its rank. No enchantment on a regular onahole could replicate this.
"Ah, fuck it—I can't hold back."
I'd worried about mana backlash since it came from a monster, but fingering and tasting it had been fine so far. No more hesitation. My cock was at peak erection—thicker and longer thanks to the [Vitality Enhancement] skill, pushing 20cm—drooling pre-cum like it was begging to dive in.
No porn needed. This thing was porn incarnate.
I pressed my glans—barely shorter than half the onahole's length—against the entrance. A slight push, and warm, slick flesh softly enveloped the tip.
Slurp—schlurp—
The opening quivered like it feared the massive intruder, yet lovingly suckled at my urethral slit like a long-lost lover's kiss.
I nearly blew my load right there from that sensation alone. Clenching down hard, I took a deep breath and aimed, slowly thrusting as the entrance greedily swallowed my glans bit by bit.
"Ngh! What the hell kind of vaginal movement is this...!"
Unlike my finger, the walls inside resisted fiercely now that a cock this size was invading—locked tight to bar entry. But that resistance was pure bliss. As my glans plowed through, the undulating wrinkles slid smoothly over it, lubricated to perfection, delivering intense stimulation.
Pop—
The glans finally sank fully inside, kissing the hymen. The violent convulsions halted dead. Just like when I'd seen the hymen before, I swear I felt emotions from it: pleas to stop, resignation, flickers of anger and fear. Absurd to sense feelings from a toy, but to me, it was just fuel for the fire, pissing off my cock even more.
Savoring that final barrier, I gripped tight—
Riiip—
—and snapped my hips, shredding the hymen in one brutal thrust to the hilt.
—Aaaagh!! You fucking psycho human...!
"Guh! What the—?!"
Startled by the sudden voice in my head, I lost my grip on the orgasm.
Spurt spurt—!
—Ugeeek!
Like my first time jerking off, ecstasy rocketed up my spine, semen gushing deep inside. Each blast hammered the depths, accompanied by vulgar moans echoing in my skull.
—Hak! Ungh! Nnngh! What... is this! St-stop! Ahhk!
"You say stop, but if you keep squeezing my dick like that...!"
Unlike the voice pleading in my head, the pussy rippled relentlessly, milking every drop.
"Krk!"
—Haaek! Nngook! My body's moving on its own... Nnght! Why...?!
Mind going white from the pleasure, my climax finally tapered off. Sensing it was over, the pussy stopped its demands, merely quivering in afterglow. Even those vibrations hit like aftershocks, forcing my post-nut cock to stay rock-hard.
—Huu... Ahhhn...
The voice—presumably the onahole's—trailed off in sweet, lingering moans.
"Haa, haa... This a goblin onahole? Did I accidentally bag a succubus?"
I'd once called a regular onahole a 'modern artificial succubus.' But the real deal was this one, forged by my power—leagues beyond any factory toy, a true artificial succubus. Look at it now, entrance suckling my buried cock, teasing it back to rage.
I finally pried it off. It clung so hard the minora stretched out with the entrance before snapping back with a pop, returning to place.