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It was the day after I had returned to the goblin homestead. Krunk had taken his new holstaur back to the farm for the two of them to live there. Despite the holstaur’s masculine qualities, Krunk had it exclaiming girlishly that it would be a wonderful bride for him, and that it would never cum again unless it was from Krunk’s cock it to orgasm.
My mistress had forgiven me for trying to escape after I gave my full apology, including kissing and delicately, lovingly suckling all the warts on her back and ass.
This morning I had woken up in her bed with the smell of cum and heavy in the air. The last part of my apology the previous night was to make love to her for no less than an hour. While I did so I also had to affirm to her that I loved her and I did not want to spend another second of my life without smelling like her pussy.
My job this morning was to wash the bedding, which I did naked and without complaint while my mistress was off servicing a client. Thinking of her left me hard and dripping precum. I was swooning with the idea of making love to her again tonight.
When I returned from the steam to hang up the bedding I was shocked to find three humans in the homestead grounds. One was a soldier wearing light armour with a sword at his side, and the other two were finely dressed noble women of about 30.
I used the wet bedding to try and hide my hard cock. I thought to hide myself completely, but they had spied me out in the open and I had nowhere handy to run to.
The women put their hands to their mouths at the sight of me. Their expressions showed worry and perhaps disgust. The soldier that was with them sneered and jerked himself back, repulsed.
My mistress appeared from the tree line and waved her arms expansively. ‘My guests from the town, I presume! Come, come, we can have a sit and a talk. Sorry I am late. I have a client that does not live far from here. Gosh its been a journey though. Quite a walk. I expected some representatives from the town would be showing themselves soon.’
My mistress asked the guests to take a seat on a little bench near what I now thought of as her throne, where she had first let me clean her feet.
I wanted to leave and get to the house to hide, but my mistress called me over as well. At her instruction I hung up the bedding before approaching. I now had nothing to hide my naked, stained, erect self. The humiliation was hot on my cheeks, made worse by the fact that all I could think about was my mistress’s sweaty, travelworn feet. The sight of her toes crammed into her little sandals was causing my cock to flush a frustrated red colour. I only hoped that my mistress would wait until these women left before issuing me some order that would result in my orgasm.
The two human women were beautiful and demurejust the type that I would have flirted with a week ago if I had run into them in a tavern or town festival. I did not want them to see me gleefully emptying my balls for this crass goblin woman.
The noble women sat at the bench, my mistress on her throne, and I and the soldier remained standing behind our respective parties.
My cock would not go down. It remained erect, and the green stains on my skin were all the more prominent for the morning light. The solider and human women could not take their eyes off me out of what I could only assume was dread curiosity.
My mistress saw them staring, ‘Oh, this is my little bed warmer. Don’t worry about him. He’s just here to service me should I need anything. Gosh, but it was indeed a long journey, you’ll excuse me if I refresh myself before we start?’
My mistress stood and shimmied out of her underpants, which fell from the bottom of her robes. She kicked these away and then directed me to lay down with mouth open as wide as I could.
After I got into position, laying down beside her throne, my mistress hiked up her robes and stood with one y, sweaty pungent foot to either side of my head. Her bony knees creaked as she squatted over my mouth and loosed a warm, full stream of piss into my mouth. I formed my mouth into a vessel, not allowing myself to swallow or spill. The streaming sound was loud as warm golden liquid filled me up, swallowing my tongue, then my teeth, and then it overflowed to stream down my cheeks, soaking the back of my hair.
The taste was acrid but savory, and I had the most wonderful view of my mistress’s pussy as she toileted. She farted loudly during this display and told her guests, ‘It’s alright, it’s like sweet perfume to him. He’ll be harder than ever after smelling that down there. Another couple of stinkers like that one and he might just empty his cock on to his belly.’ She guffawed loudly at this, but no one else joined her.
When her steam stopped she stood up and let her robes fall back down to cover her up. She told me to swallow what I could. I complied and my cock bobbed along in excited little fits.
The humans said nothing to this. They only let out strained noises of disgust.
After my mistress was again seated she turned to me, making an exaggeratedly concerned face. ‘Ohhh, look at your poor cock. It’s so hard isn’t it? Being a toilet for me gets you so worked up. Would you like some relief as well?’
I nodded feverishly, my cheeks still glistening with her warm gift to me.
‘We will sort you out in a minute, little one. In the meantime get up and stand here beside me. Don’t touch yourself though. As hard as that may be to do in my presence.’ She gave me a bit exaggerated bawdy wink and my heart fluttered.
My mistress then turned her attention back to the human guests. ‘You see what one of your kind can be reduced to if I will it. One application of our magic unguent and this one here is mine for every depraved, humiliating act I want. All he did is laugh at me and say something unkind when I first met him and for that I’ve captured him completely. Last night I had him lovingly lick at a couple of my haemorrhoids just so that memory would stay with him forever. Well, and to give me a little tickle, which is a relief with haemorrhoids, actually.’
The humans still said nothing.
‘I know why you are here. You have heard about what we have been up to the last few days. See, we have been here for quite some time without concern, but all of a sudden there has been some trouble. Enslaving humans, turning holstaur farmers into cockhungry brides, that kind of thing. Well, I will say this, the human here and the holstaur both slighted us. We really did not want a situation like this. In fact we came here to avoid any trouble with humans. I would have it return that way, but we need to make an agreement that you won’t bother us or try to run us off. In exchange we will try to not do anything further to any humans or other residents in the area.’
The soldier let out a huff. ‘Unacceptable! The ladies may be here with negotiations in mind, but after watching that display I won’t allow you to stay here. We will give you a day to gather your things and leave, otherwise 100 soldiers will be on your doorstep with murder in their thoughts. Do you understand me?’
There was a pause. My mistress seemed to be thinking something over.
From behind the soldier came a strange humming. The three newcomers all turned towards the noise and it was over in a flash. Girelda jumped upon the solider like a monkey or some such animal. Her knobbly but otherwise lithe limbs were around him before he could react. Then she spit out what was in her mouth, disgorging it right into his face.
The deed done. She leapt off the solider as quickly as she had set upon him. The man fell back onto the ground and sat up, reeling in disgust, pawing at the greentinted slime that covered his entire face.
The women stayed where they were, but one of them called out, ‘Sir Griffin! Are you alright? Can we help?’
Sir Griffin’s thrashing and exclaiming died down. He started to still and Girelda approached him. Seated as he was on the ground her breasts were at the height of his face. She took off her robes and let them fall to the ground, revealing her awkward goblin body shape and unkempt, thick public hair.
She said to Sir Griffin, ‘Does baby want to suckle mummy’s titties? Baby want milkies?’
Sir Griffin dove forward, latching himself onto one of her breasts, alternating between sucking at her long nipple and babbling things like, ‘Thank you mummy… baby needs milkies… baby loves mummy’s titties.’
The human women shifted away on the bench, moving as far as they could from the display without getting up.
Girelda took Sir Griffin to a clear space near the bench and my mistress’s throne. She then proceeded to lay down, putting her knees up in the air and giving the noble women a full view of her goblin pussy, which was now slick and flushed.
The order was barely out of Girelda’s mouth and Sir Griffin had stripped himself naked and prostrated himself on the ground in front of her. Another word from Girelda and he gleefully moaned, driving his face into her pussy, licking and sucking at it loudly.
We all sat there in silence while Sir Griffin did his best to show Girelda how much he desired her. The licking, suctioning sounds got louder and more graphic. The entire time Girelda stared at the human women. She smiled devilishly at them while their body guard did all he could to pleasure her.
Girelda asked for Sir Griffin’s left hand. He presented it. She made a long, loud show of hacking up as much phlegm as she could manage. She then spat this onto his fingers and rubbed it around, coating two of them.
‘I want you to pull yourself up with your bum in the air, but your face still in my delicate flower of womanhood. Keep licking and fuck yourself with these phlegmy, spitty little digits. Fuck yourself with both of them really really well. Understand?’
His face still buried in her pussy, Sir Griffin nodded and moaned his understanding. He then wasted no time in getting into position. He rubbed the two fingers around his asshole, providing some lubricant before he pushed them inside. The women got a full view of Sir Griffin ramming his fingers into himself over and over. He bent himself around a little to get a better angle and then really started in earnest.
The sound was horrific, like someone plunging a thick boot into the mud over and over. One of the nobles actually looked ill, as if she was going to vomit. All the while Sir Griffin’s cock stood erect, and it started to dribble precum in a steady stream that whipped about with his rhythmic pumping.
Girelda’s eyes started to roll back into her head, she let herself flop onto the ground and her breathing quickened. A guttural moan escaped her and she put both hands on Sir Griffin’s head, guiding him as needed while she orgasmed with all our eyes on her.
Her face was flushed and streaming with sweat. She swore loudly and told Sir Griffin to stop licking. Sir Griffin complied. He continued to fuck his own ass, but the wet sounds started diminishing.
My mistress piped up, ‘He needs a bit more lubrication. Go over there and give him all the goo that you have been saving up since we were together last night.’
I did not want to orgasm in front of these women, but at the same time I really, really needed release. I excitedly moved beside Sir Griffin and got down onto one knee, positioning myself with the head of my cock close to his hand and ass. I was careful to position in a way where the human women could see in full view, which I knew was what my mistress wanted. I stared at her, took in her sparkling eyes, the red lips, her full chest under those robes, and her grimy feet, which I hoped she would let me clean later.
It only took a few pumps of my cock and I released all my tension over Sir Griffin. Full gouts of semen splashed his buttocks and hand. I did my best to shoot as much cum as I could onto his anus to help with his own duties. There was so much cum that it liberally coated everything I was aiming for, and once again Sir Griffin’s selfabuse gave off a loud wet sound.
‘Good boy,’ my mistress said. ‘I’m proud of you. I might even let you try and get me pregnant again tonight.’
I beamed as I jerked out the last remnants of my cum.
The little farse was coming to an end and Girelda was growing bored. She told Sir Griffin to shove his cock in my mouth and finish off. I did not have time to react. The big soldier pushed me down with his one free hand and he scrabbled over the top of me, pushing the head of his slimy, salty dick against my lips.
My mistress gave the command and I opened my mouth, letting him inside as I lovingly moaned and attended to him. I wanted to please her. For her sake I would give him the best blow job of his life.
I worked my tongue around the underside of his shaft, using everything I knew about what a good blow job felt like to try and stimulate him in the best way I could. I must have done well because it only took moments before the cock was jerking in my mouth, unleashing watery semen over my tongue. I switched to applying only light pressure to him, teasing out his cum which continued to dribble into my mouth for some time. He must have also been very excited by his own mistress.
Sir Griffin pushed himself to his feet and left me there on the ground, my mouth and lips covered in his cum. He was told by Girelda to stop abusing his ass and he did so, waiting obediently for new orders.
One of the human women bawled. She stood up from the bench and ran, disappearing down the same trail that they had used to reach the homestead.
The other stood up and addressed my mistress. ‘If we leave you alone then you will not do… this to any others from the human kingdom?’
My mistress considered and nodded. ‘As long as we don’t get any trouble from the town. We are sick of having to move around when something like this happens and we are run off. I would like somewhere we can be happy. You human prudes can keep to your town and you won’t even have to see us or my stained little toy here ever again if you don’t choose to.’
‘And the male?’ the human asked. ‘The male who is… parading the holstaur?’
‘I will ask him to leave. There are other goblin communities that he can go to closer to monster lands. He is… noisy about this kind of thing. I know that he won’t be able to contain himself in an appropriate way.’
The human seemed much relieved at this. ‘And our bodyguard?’
My mistress considered. ‘You really want him back? His face will keep that green hue from her pussy, you know.’
The human nodded. ‘We have a mage that can remove that. We just need to know you will allow him to leave here with us now without any further unpleasantness.’
Girelda spoke up, still naked, not making any attempt to cover herself up. ‘Yeah, go on then. If we kept another human around here it would take the pressure off of Harry for having to service both of us, but Yifraine don’t mind sharing as long as Harry has the time to wash cum out of two sets of bedding. Right, Yifraine?’
My mistress thought about it and then nodded. My heart sank. I looked on Girelda. Took in all the strange proportions of her body, all the patches of course hair, all the warts and wrinkles. The little monster was the opposite of all the girls that used to have trysts with, and worse, she got off on the fact that I was not infatuated with her like I was my mistress. She loved to see the revulsion in my eyes, especially as I came.
‘Alright,’ my mistress said to me, ‘you are to do whatever Girelda commands you to do from here on. I am out most of the day, anyhow, so that will be a perfect time for you to service her. It will give you time to get washed up before attending to me in the evening. Does that sound ok, Girelda? We can split him up?’
Girelda grinned wickedly. ‘Oh ill split him alright. Split him right down the middle and have him begging to slosh his ball juice all over me.’ She gave me a big, hungry wink.
To be continued…
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