Dink watched the miner cmber to his feet while fastening his trousers. He looked up, indifferent to the rge man now looming over him. After rearing to his full height, the miowered over Dink. Upclose, he was -shaven with slightly better than average facial features.

  "Sigh, here we go again," Dink said in resignation, raising the frying pan in preparation for a fight.

  Uedly, the miner didn't seem ied in resuming their frontation. He ran past Dink, hastily pulling Martha's shirt closed to cover her exposed breasts. She tugged herself free of his grip, buttoning the shirt herself. Dink could see grubby handprints left behind by coal dust on her clothes.

  "Let go of me. What have I said to you bef? I'm not ied in you," Martha firmly stated in annoyaurning her ba.

  "But, Martha, who else could be better for you in Burrowton than me?" G pleaded, tapping his hands at her waist.

  Her posture turned hostile as she spun to front him, her expression clouded with anger.

  "If you touch me like that one more time. I'm going to remove your hand. I've told you a thousand times before and I'll say it again. I'm. Not. Ied. In. You. No, means no. Don't make me repeat myself aime," Martha said in warning.

  "I'd listen to her if I were you, she's much strohan she looks," Dink added, snickering in amusement when G te his words.

  Hearing that, Martha blushed, staring at him while biting her lip at the memory of Dink's touch. He involuntarily stepped back upon seeing the barely disguised lust on her face. G decided Dink would make a good outlet for his reje, stepping towards him while crag his knuckles.

  Seeing his approach, Dink tossed the pan spinning in the air before deftly catg it. He made eye tact with G, slowly exposing his fangs in a menag grin.

  "Ready for round two?" Dink asked, cog an eyebrow.

  "Do you think I'm scared of you, beast?" G retorted.

  "I wasn't asking you, imbecile. I was talking to the dy there," Dink savagely responded, gesturing at Martha.

  Her blush deepened as she dropped her hand fasteniop three buttons, leaving her impressive cleavage exposed.

  "I'm ready if you are," Martha accepted his proposition, ign G's presence. G's mouth opeo object, but he was quickly silenced by a gre from Martha.

  "Mmm," a feminine groan came from the floor.

  Dink turo see Tahlea struggling to lift herself from the floor. He rushed to her side, helping to sit by her shoulders.

  "It may have to wait until ter," Difully informed Martha.

  "Of course! She needs our attention," Martha agreed.

  Martha hurried to Tahlea's side, kneeling opposite Dink. She started rubbing her shoulders fly, leaning forward to kiss the top of Tahlea's head.

  "You'll be alright, lovely. Go get her some water," Martha anded. He hesitated before seeing the stern look she gave him.

  G dragged his heels in obeying, stantly gng over his shoulder at Dink. Ptes and mugs littered the floor, knocked down during the tussle. He crouched down to retrieve a mug from the floor, filling it with water from a rge wooden barrel nearby.

  As he was returning with the water, the town was rocked by another earthquake. The force of it khe mug to the floor, spilling its tents everywhere. The earthquake sted what felt like ay. G attempted to make his way baartha.

  He stumbled across the kit, holding himself upright on the furniture as he moved forward. Debris rained down from the ceiling. A particurly rge piece of the ceiling fell down, causing him to leap out of the way. Unfortunately for him, he nded in the puddle of spilled water. He upended onto the floor, knog the wind from his lungs. The noise of his fall was drowned out by the deep rumbling of the earthquake.

  Dink shielded Tahlea with his body from any potential threats while accumuted dust from the rafters filled the air around them. Martha used his as as an excuse to overp herself over him.

  Damnit, I don't know whether to ugh or cry. I feel Martha's immes pushing against my back along with Tahlea's more modest pair pressing under me.

  Dink cursed his good luck, he was finding it difficult to trol his lust. His Goblin urge to pilge rose within him. His better judgement fought to suppress his instincts. They were screaming at him to disregard the dahey were in and just take the women while they were vulnerable.

  He braced himself against the sensation of their supple breasts violently jiggling from the motion of the earth. Before he lost trol, the shaking gradually stopped, rumbling off into the distance.

  Martha relutly climbed off due to Dink's struggles to extract himself, standing upright. Martha k in front of him, pulling Tahlea into her p to cradle her head.

  "Where's that water? I'll get it myself," Dink said.

  He fumbled around through the wreckage strewn across the floor, disc the unscious form of G let out a groan at being disturbed after Dink tactlessly rolled him to the side to retrieve the discarded mug. He carried it over to the barrel, whiow leaked water around a fallen support beam protruding from it.

  He held the mug uhe stream until it was overflowing before hurrying back to Tahlea's side. Her mouth slowly parted as she weakly blinked up at him. He gently pced the water to her dry lips, helping her drink. From his vantage point, Dink noticed that he could see down both of their shirts. He was uo prevent his eyes from drifting.

  "What's going on here?" Estra asked. She caught him i, bursting through the ruined door into the kit.

  He swallowed back the drool that had been f in his mouth, jumping in fright. He spilled water all over Martha and Tahlea. Their wet shirts g tightly to their tantalising breasts, allowing him to see their hardened nipples through the fabric. He gulped, guiltily climbing to his feet with a grimace.

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