King of the Goblins 2—Chapter 35

While Gallu was shy when it came to sex and just in general, she was a great cuddler. I slept in a tangle of bodies that night, which had become my favorite way to sleep. I hated the thought of sleeping alone. I briefly woke up in the middle of the night with Gallu’s incredibly perky bottom pressed against my crotch and Silvy’s tits in my face. It was the best way possible to sleep, and nothing could convince me otherwise, not even my arm falling asleep.

When we woke, I started to say something about how I missed Silvy’s tea in the morning. She beat me to it.

She had packed a double handful of dried tea leaves in a small cloth bag. Gallu provided the heat, and the soldier provided his cookpot. Everyone with a cup enjoyed a nice bit of hot tea that morning.

After that and a light breakfast, we set off again, heading east. At least it was easy to stay on the right path; just walk towards the rising sun.

“Another day of walking,” Silvy said from my right side. She reached out and grabbed onto my arm. “At least I have pleasant company.”

“Oh, don’t be so certain of that,” Taranath said. “I was just thinking I should work on my songs.”

Silvy laughed. “At least it would be less boring than just walking all day.”

Taranath cleared his throat and began to sing.

“Onward we walk, onward we stroll

To get our revenge against the trolls

Brave King Aaron leads the way

Heroically just walking all day.”

Silvy groaned.

I laughed. “Okay, that wasn’t so bad. I’ve definitely heard worse.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Queen Silvy,” Taranath said with a sweeping bow. “I shouldn’t have forgotten about you.”

“Standing only as tall as my chest

Stout of hip and large of breast

Silvy the queen walks as fast as she can

To hit the king with a frying pan.”

“Well, at least it’s accurate,” I said, then laughed again as Silvy smacked me on the arm.

“Oh shush, you. I haven’t threatened you in at least three days.”

“Let’s see, what could I sing about Tressi?” Taranath wondered.

“Don’t even think about it,” Tressi warned. “I have to hear enough of that because you’re betrothed to my sister.”

“Hold on, betrothed?” I asked. “When did this happen?”

Taranath smiled. “Just a week ago, actually. We decided it was finally time. I suppose now that the secret is out, I should go ahead and ask you.”

“Ask me for what?” I said. 

“We wanted you to be the one to marry us,” Taranath replied. “You’ve been a pretty central part in our lives—everyone’s lives, really—over the last half a year. We figured it was appropriate. Also,” he lowered his voice. “While I of course respect him, my own king isn’t the nicest person. Nor would he oblige me were I to ask him.”

“Wow,” I said. “Thank you, Taranath. I’m honored. I don’t really know what else to say.”

“Well, I was hoping you could say something like ‘I pronounce you husband and wife,’ for starters,” Taranath said.

“Maybe I’ll throw a little something extra in there,” I told him. “I’m king, after all, so my word is law. Maybe I’ll say something like you have to obey Tela at all times.”

Tressi laughed. “He already does.”

Taranath shrugged. “Hey, I know how to keep a woman happy.”

The second day of walking was much more difficult than the first. I was determined to get there as quickly as possible, but it was already taking its toll. When we stopped for lunch, everyone removed their boots and rubbed their feet. I heard more than one groan.

Lunch was stew like the day before. The same soldier that had managed to shoot a rabbit bagged a large bird this time. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it reminded me of a pheasant. Granted, I didn’t know much about birds other than it wasn’t a turkey. Probably wasn’t a chicken.

Time seems to slow down when you walk that far in a day. Your mind tries to drift but always comes back and focuses on that soreness in your knee or the blister on your foot. On two occasions we stopped so I could use my blood magic to heal blisters on toes. I used magic to feel my way through Silvy’s body and found two blisters on her feet that she wasn’t mentioning.

“I’m already the slowest one out here,” she muttered, sounding rather disappointed. “The last thing I want to do is slow you guys down any further.”

“Nonsense,” I said. “Let me know the second you get even a hot spot on your foot and I’ll heal it for you.” I made my voice gentle. “You’re my wife, Silvy, and I love you dearly. You don’t need to prove anything to me. If anything, you did that long ago.”

“Thanks,” she said. “I guess I just don’t like being the slowest one of the group.”

“Hey, I’m only a step behind you,” Tressi said. “Trust me, I’m not used to walking like this at all.”

“Well, you’re both queens, Your Majesties,” Gallu said. “Of course you’re not used to working all day.” She winced. “No offense intended.”

“None taken,” Tressi said with a smile. “And you’re right. So, you see, Silvy? Take it easy on yourself and let Aaron heal you.

I healed Silvy’s blisters and checked the rest of her to make sure she wasn’t hiding anything else. Fortunately, she wasn’t. I also took a moment to check on our baby.

It was fascinating to essentially travel through her blood stream and land at my son.  There weren’t words that could describe it, but after a moment I was able to make out several parts of him. I found his brain, and his little heart just beating away.

“Aaron, are you crying?” Tressi asked.

“Ah, sorry,” I said, wiping my right eye, which had suddenly become quite damp. “I was checking on our son.”

“How is Magnus?” Silvy asked, rubbing her hands on her lower stomach.

“He seems fine, from what I can tell,” I said. I increased the blood flow to her uterus for a moment. That was about all I could really do.

My feet had taken only the slightest beating, but I took care of them anyway. Three solid days of walking was a lot of wear and tear, so I had to be careful. We all did.

We set out again, and I noticed the mood had lifted after healing everyone’s blisters. Well, that made sense. But beyond that, I began to sense a bit of eagerness in my party. If I had to guess, I would say they were excited to fight the trolls. Especially the soldiers.

A couple hours after lunch, the goblin sergeant approached me. He kept his voice low, for our ears alone. 

“Your Majesty? I have a soldier that wants to speak with you, if you have the time.”

“Of course,” I said. “Send him right over.”

The sergeant nodded, then walked over to a young soldier marching twenty feet to my right. He said a few words, and the young soldier hurried towards me. He saluted me, then gave me a more friendly bow of his head. He looked nervous.

“So, what’s on your mind?” I asked him. He didn’t look old. Twenty at the oldest.

He looked around for a moment, ensuring we were sufficiently isolated. “It was about last night, Your Majesty,” he said, keeping his voice low. “I hope this isn’t inappropriate, but everyone knows you’re a friendly sort. I wanted to ask—if you could maybe teach me, or just give me a few tips. How do you do it, Your Majesty?”

“Do what?” I asked. The moment the words were out of my mouth, I realized what he was asking. Last night he had heard three different women moaning their heads off in my tent. The guy probably thought I was some form of sex god. Well, I was a king, so that was close enough.

I laughed, then quietly explained a few basics to him. I made sure he understood that for the most part, pleasing a woman wasn’t too hard as long as you took your time and paid attention to her. All of her. I also taught him some basics of female anatomy. That would go a long way towards ensuring he could figure out how to please any future partners.

“Oh, thank you, Your Majesty,” he said, sounding excited. “Now I just—well, I hope I get to use it soon.” He grinned, making himself look even younger.

“So you’ve never been with a woman?” I asked, hoping that wasn’t too personal.

“No, Your Majesty,” he said. “I’ve kissed a few, but nothing beyond that. Things were different before you came here, understand. We acted differently. Kindness wasn’t something taught to us men. Relationships didn’t happen as often as they do now. Women weren’t too keen on us until they decided they wanted a child.”

I understood perfectly. Their king before me, Ralcor, had been a horrible, cruel man. His attitude and behavior had spread to the male goblins, making most of them into assholes. Since the king was a jerk, other men acting that way was accepted. Now that I had moved in and become king, appropriate behavior was expected of them. The women wouldn’t put up with anything else.

A lot of younger goblin men were finally having their first experiences with dating. I felt oddly like a proud father, or perhaps an uncle, trying to teach the kids how to act.

“Tell you what,” I said to the young soldier. “Stay focused, obey your sergeant, and work hard on this trip and I’ll see if I can put a good word in for you or something.”

“Oh, really?” the young soldier asked, his face brightening. “Oh, that would be amazing, Your Majesty. Thank you. Thank you so much. I’ll work my ass off, Your Majesty.”

“Just don’t try to be a hero,” I told him. “Don’t risk your life. You can experience the love of a woman if you’re dead, after all.”

“I’ll try not to take any arrows like your elven friend, Your Majesty,” he said with a grin.

“I heard that!” Taranath said.

That evening started much the same as the night before. Silvy wanted me first, although all of us were tired so things never got too wild. She rode me so slowly I made a joke about her falling asleep. She was too tired to do much else than laugh.

“Just hold me,” Silvy said. She pecked me on the lips and laid her head on my shoulder. 

I wrapped my arms around her and gently thrust into her until she laughed and finally moved off.

“I’m just too tired from all this damn walking,” she said. “Especially since you want me on top. Can’t expect a woman to do all the work.”

“Boy, I understand that,” Tressi said, stifling a yawn. She looked at my nude body with clear desire in her eyes, but I could see how tired she was. “Ugh. I want you but I’m exhausted.”

Gallu stood there patiently watching us. Whereas we were all tired, she looked fresh and fully rested. 

“I feel fine, if I can take my turn now,” she said meekly.

Silvy laughed. “Of course you do. Get over here.”

As for me, I just laid there. One of the benefits of being king.

Gallu straddled my waist and showed that she had paid attention the night before by dropping a large wad of saliva on the tip of my dick. She lined it up with the soft folds of her labia and rubbed it back and forth, then took a deep breath and sank down.

Things went much more smoothly this time. She relaxed and while she winced a few times, she took my full length. In no time we were going at it, my hands on her ass and her tits in my mouth. It was, for lack of a better term, glorious.

I still avoided going too fast, even when she practically begged me to. We’d save that for next time. She was an eager thing, though, and what she lacked in experience she more than made up for with enthusiasm.

When I found myself near orgasm she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. We kissed, more aggressively than she had before, and I came deep inside her. Her lips curved into a smile against mine and she held her bottom on my lap, ensuring I pumped my load as deeply as possible inside her. 

“Please say we can do that again,” she whispered in my ear when we were done.

“Of course,” I said. “We have to make sure you get pregnant, after all.”

“Thank you,” she said, and pecked me on the lips. She stayed there with me inside her and laid with her head against my chest. I looked over at Silvy and Tressi and found them fast asleep in each other’s arms.