King of the Goblins—Chapter 31

I spent a solid two hours practicing the spear with Althidon. He had me spar against one of his pupils, and for a few minutes I even tried to defend myself from two at the same time. The long reach of the spear was the only way I managed to fend them off. Had I been using a sword or any other weapon, I would have been done in a matter of seconds. Althidon himself ran me through a number of drills, including practicing defending from his attacks.

“You’re showing real promise with the spear,” Althidon said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I wish my other students learned as quickly as you. Granted, they’re learning swords, not spears, but still.”

“I practice at night sometimes as well,” I said. “Usually just with fists or a knife. It’s helping me build my reflex speed.”

“How do you practice?” he asked, his voice skeptical. 

“Uh, Silvy has this…thing. It’s magical. A goblin man appears and I fight him. His punches don’t hurt much, and if I hit him it feels like I’m striking a pillow. But he’s fast, and a solid fighter. That’s really helped me.”

Althidon’s eyes widened. “A goblin automaton,” he said, sounding almost shocked. “I didn’t think any of those were even left.”

“I call him Greg,” I said. “It helps me punch him.”

“I’m assuming you named him after someone you didn’t like?” Althidon asked.

I nodded. “Greg was a douchebag at my old job. He was lazy and then just up and quit one day with no prior notice, so we all had to cover his work until a new guy could be hired.”

Althidon looked at me quizzically. “Douchebag?”

“Ah,” I said with a laugh. “It’s a term from my world. We use it for people we don’t respect. Assholes.”

“Asshole?” Althidon asked. “Why would you call someone that part of the body?” He abruptly laughed. “We elves don’t use terms like that. Our curses are different. I think I understand it, though.”

I was tempted to ask about some elven swear words, but I decided to focus on more important things instead. “How much do you think I can learn in a week?” I asked.

“You’re doing well so far,” Althidon replied. “I’m tempted to give you a small shield so you can practice with that as well. Standard infantry issue. Yes, in fact, tomorrow we’ll start with that.”

I nodded. “Thank you. I’m starting to feel a bit of hope in this ridiculous situation.”

“Ridiculous is the correct word for it,” Althidon said. “But I will do everything I can to ensure you survive. None of the elves like Ralcor. He’s been a menace since day one, and there were times we feared relations would sour to the point of becoming hostile. Having you on the throne would benefit both of our nations.”

“So, what do you think my chances are?” I asked.

He frowned at me and rubbed his chin. “Honestly? I think you stand a chance, simply because of your blood magic. That, and you said those women will be helping you. I don’t think you’ll fail, unless something goes horribly wrong. Don’t get overly confident, though.”

“That helps,” I said. “Thanks. It’s a shame I don’t know how to use a bow and arrow.”

“Hmmm,” Althidon said, rubbing his chin again. “I might be able to help with that. Not that I want to risk any of my men for your cause, but…. We’ll talk about that tomorrow.”

“Oh, I wanted to take this with me today,” I said, hefting the spear in my hand. “I was hoping to use it on Greg.”

Althidon shrugged. “Be my guest. Just make sure you bring it back.”

I bowed to him, hand over heart, then used the practice spear as a walking staff and made my way out of the area. 

Caelora was much more familiar to me now, at least the path I took every day. Some of the elves even greeted me now that they recognized me. Word had spread of the human training with Althidon, but he knew not to tell anyone exactly what I was training for. Still, being an alien species in their midst, I was a bit popular. 

Plenty of men said hello to me or returned my greetings, and I received more than a few interested looks from the elven women. They were indeed beautiful, as beautiful as I would expect elven women to be, with their modelesque features and flawless skin, but I found myself not particularly attracted to them as much as I thought I would be. They were all tall and slender, and I preferred the short, curvy look of the goblin women.

Besides, some of those elven women had a certain haughtiness to their looks. I didn’t think a relationship with them would be fun, unlike the goblin women which were amazing.

I poked my head in Elasha’s tailor shop and saw her seated behind the counter, writing something in a thick ledger.

“Hey there,” I said, stepping into her store. “I hope I’m not pestering you.”

She looked up at me just a bit too long before answering. “No, you’re fine. Your clothes are finished.” After finishing what she was writing, she pushed herself to her feet and went to the side wall.

From one of the shelves built into the wall, she retrieved a neat stack of folded clothes. She brought them over to me and handed them to me. I accepted them with a word of thanks.

“I appreciate this,” I said. “I know you worked hard to get them done quickly.”

“Yes, I did,” she said, and went back to her desk. She sat down and picked up her quill, then began writing again.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “Well, have a nice day. Thanks again.”

“Mmhmm,” she said, not looking up.

“Well, she’s a real charmer,” I muttered to myself as I left her shop. But that didn’t matter. I finally had new clothes to wear. I still needed to see a cobbler about my shoes, but my running shoes would do for now.

Finding my way across Caelora wasn’t too difficult, and soon I was at the tree I used to enter and leave the city. As I descended the long spiraling stairs, I began to wonder how long it would take me to become accustomed to them. There were so many that even going down was tiring. Silvy’s spell that strengthened my body helped with climbing the stairs, but every day was leg day here.

Once I reached the base of the tree, I walked thirty feet away until I came to some bushes, and used them as a table to set my clothes on. 

They were simple and plain, with three more shirts like my first one and as many pairs of pants. They laced up front and were in different colors; earthy brown and two shades of gray. Elasha had also included two vests in my stack of clothes, both in a dark forest green color. I decided to go ahead and change.

I made the forest my dressing room and stripped down right there. The pants felt like the same material as my cloak—as soft as cotton, but as sturdy as wool, and not itchy in the slightest. The fit was excellent, although I should have expected as much from an elven tailor. I tucked my shirt in, and then slipped my arms through the vest and took a moment to look down at myself.

With the dark brown and green tones, I looked like I was dressed like a stereotypical elf. My shoes definitely ruined the look, but that was fine. They were comfortable, and that was all that mattered at the moment. 

At least it looked like Elasha had included a few pairs of hand-knit socks as well, so I went ahead and swapped mine for them to help keep my feet from stinking. I also made sure to transfer the shadow stone to my new pants, and was grateful they had pockets.

I wrapped up my bundle of clothes in one of the shirts and tucked it beneath my arm, then set off towards the goblin city. The weather was nice that day, not too hot and not too cool, and the massive trees kept the sun from heating me up. It was a nice, pleasant stroll through the woods.

As I came closer to the goblin city, I went ahead and popped the shadow stone in my mouth, and not a moment too soon. Shortly after doing that I came across a team of goblin scouts making their way through the woods. From the way their heads were on a swivel, it was clear they were looking for something or someone.

Me. They were looking for me.

I realized how careful I was going to have to be. They didn’t know exactly what was wrong, but they knew something was wrong so they had stepped up their security. Five minutes after that first goblin patrol, I came across a second one. My heart sank a bit as I saw one of them carrying a short bow, with a quiver of arrows peeking over his shoulder. 

A few minutes after that I began to see goblin women walking to and from the forest to forage for food. Some of them had men accompanying them, to protect them from all the shit Zia had told me about. Harpies and trolls and gnolls and all sorts of nastiness.

I spent two hours searching the area until I finally heard a familiar voice. Zia.

I hurried towards the sound and was pleased to see that Zia was with her best friend, Tressi. Each of them carried the sturdy sacks goblin women often used when they searched for food, and they both had broad-bladed knives at their waists. Both of them wore the simple and fairly plain dresses that most goblin women wore, although Tressi’s bodice was mostly unlaced, probably due to the warmer temperature. 

“Hey,” I called out, keeping my voice soft.

They both looked around at the sound of my voice, although I saw recognition in Zia’s eyes.

“Aaron?” Zia asked, looking in my general direction. 

I turned in a slow circle, making sure no one else was in the area. Once I felt safe, I took the shadow stone from my mouth and slipped it in my pocket. 

“It’s good to see you two,” I said, taking a step closer.

Zia rushed towards me and threw her arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. I hugged her back and bent down to kiss the top of her head. Tressi was there a moment later, still a touch shy since we didn’t know each other that well, but eager for a hug and kiss of her own. I struggled not to stare at her large breasts that were mostly exposed from her unlaced dress.

“How are things going with the elves?” Zia asked. 

“Good,” I said, looking around us again. “Althidon says I’m learning the spear quickly. I think he’s going to do something to help me tomorrow, but I don’t know what.”

“From the way you keep looking around, I’m assuming you’ve seen the patrols,” Tressi said. She sounded afraid.

“Yeah, I’ve seen two of them so far,” I replied. “I’m making sure I keep my eyes open for them.”

“Ever since you killed that one soldier and buried him out here, they’ve been on alert,” Zia said. “Last night my mother told me she had heard a rumor that someone was trying to attack our city.”

“Well, as long as the rumors stay like that and don’t involve someone wanting to overthrow the king, I think I’ll be good,” I said. “In fact, it might be good to encourage that rumor. Anything that takes the heat off of us. Although no matter what happens, I know things will get more difficult every day.”

“We believe in you,” Tressi said, giving me a sweet smile. 

Zia suddenly whispered something in Tressi’s ear, and they both smiled at me. 

“What?” I asked.

“She wants to see it,” Zia said. Next to her, Tressi blushed.

“See it?” I asked.

“Take your pants off, Aaron,” Zia said. 

I laughed at how forward she was and unlaced my new pants. They noticed and complimented my elven style.

A moment later I stood there, my pants around my ankles, while the two beautiful goblin women that I was planning on marrying stared at my dick. It was a bit awkward. Okay, it was really awkward.

“It’s big,” Tressi said. “You were right.”

I suppressed a laugh. I was perfectly average in those regards, but to a four-foot-tall woman I was apparently pretty well endowed. That thought made me feel a lot less awkward. I stood there, proud of my penis, no matter how ridiculous the situation was.

“At least with goblin men, I feel like the meaner they are, the smaller their cocks are,” Zia said, still staring at me. “At least now we have proof that you’re kind.” She gave me a devilish smile and took a step closer. Tressi stepped up next to her. “Can I….”

“Of course,” I said, snapping my mouth shut before I said something stupid like “knock yourself out!”

As soon as I gave permission, they were both on their knees in front of me. Zia took me into her mouth and began sucking, hard. Tressi pushed her way in and took over, and the two women began taking turns, all the while giggling and smiling. As small as they were, they couldn’t quite take my full length, but they certainly tried.

Tressi reached into her unlaced bodice and pulled her large breasts out, then began pinching and rubbing on her nipples while she sucked me. Zia noticed, bit her lip, then suddenly leaned over and began sucking on one of Tressi’s nipples. Tressi looked surprised for a moment as she looked down at her best friend doing that, but smiled and went back to sucking me.

Well, if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen, I didn’t know what was. My dick somehow grew even harder as I watched them. Tressi was giving her all as she sucked on me, gripping and squeezing the base of my shaft with one of her small hands and sucking hard on the end. 

Zia took a break from the nipple play and straightened up for her turn on my dick. Tressi kept her hand on it, stroking the base while Zia sucked on the tip. After a moment, Tressi moved in and licked my shaft, and it only took a moment for the two beauties to begin kissing. They alternated sucking on me and cramming their tongues down each other’s throats. 

All of that brought me to the brink. When my breathing increased and I began to moan, Zia hurriedly took as much as she could in her mouth and sucked, hard. The sensation sent me over the edge and I blew my load in Zia’s mouth. Tressi pushed her way in so she could swallow some as well, and soon the women were both sucking on the head of my dick at the same time while I came in both of their mouths. 

Zia squeezed me from base to tip, milking every last drop out of me while Tressi sucked and swallowed. After that, the two women smiled at each other and shared a kiss, then looked up at me.

“You two are incredible,” I said between breaths.

“I can’t wait until we can do that every day,” Tressi said as she stood up and tucked her massive breasts back into the bodice of her dress. “And on a bed, not the ground.”

Life was good.