King of the Goblins—Chapter 9

I blinked at her words. “Uh, second part?” I found myself tensing up in anticipation of her pulling a knife on me. I mean, she had done it before.

She gave me a flat look and put her hands on her ample hips. “Oh, relax, Aaron. Besides, did you really think the entirety of this spell was just me having sex with you?”

I shrugged. “Hey, I don’t know anything about magic. It could have been.” I let my hands slide down to her hips and held her there, wishing I could go a second time right then. “But hey, it’s a nice thought, right? What if the spell didn’t take? Maybe we should do it again. I certainly didn’t feel anything magical, other than this ass of yours,” I reached around and slapped her on her plump bottom.

Silvy laughed and set both of her hands on my chest. She clenched her pelvic floor muscles and lifted herself off of me. I must admit to a bit of sadness as I watched her climb off the bed. Never in my life had I been with a woman that gorgeous before, nor that voluptuous. I don’t think anyone on Earth had. My eyes stayed glued to her bubbly round ass as she walked across the room, toward the table that held all her magical equipment. That thing was simply incredible. Her ass, that was. Not the table.

Silvy sorted through the pile of magical items on the table and finally selected another magic wand, this one topped with a small ruby that caught the light and glinted. She stood there for a moment, waving the wand in small circles in front of her abdomen while speaking in the language of magic. The ruby set in the end of the wand suddenly flashed, then flashed again.

“This is wonderful news,” Silvy said, setting the wand on the table. She turned back to me and stood there, stark naked, hands on her hips. “You are indeed compatible with goblin women. So, after you remove Ralcor and set yourself on the throne, you can take as many wives as you’d like and sire a tribe of children.”

I ran my fingers through my hair. There was just too much in that sentence to unpack, but I was definitely going to need an explanation, and soon.

“So, uh, does this mean you’re pregnant?” I asked her, and tried to think of what that would be like. My beautiful goblin woman, pregnant with my kid. I wondered if I would be raiding the goblin fridge at midnight and if I’d have to coach the little guy’s goblin baseball team.

“Oh, of course not,” Silvy said. She spread her legs and scrunched her face, then her stomach muscles tightened and she grunted. A wad of my cum squirted out of her vagina and splatted onto the floor. “I love sex, but I have no desire to be a mother again. Once was enough for me.”

“Wow,” I said, looking at the blob of cum on the stone floor. “That’s some impressive muscle control.”

Silvy gave me a wry look, then fetched a washcloth. She knelt down and cleaned my semen from the floor, facing away from me so I got another incredible view of her backside. I didn’t think she did it on purpose; she just wasn’t used to another person being in her house. Holding the cloth in her hand, she spoke a magical command and the cum evaporated in a puff of smoke, leaving just a clean washcloth in her hand. 

If there was more magic that involved sex like what we had just had, then I wanted all of it. I stayed on the bed for a moment, just admiring the beautiful curves of her body as she tidied up around her place. She was fully comfortable in just her skin, even around me, a stranger from a different world.

“So, what’s next?” I asked as she bent over to clean up a small spot on her floor, giving me a perfect view of her pink pussy lips and asshole. I found myself wondering if there were any spells that involved the backdoor. I didn’t care what they involved, I would be down for them.

She straightened up and looked at me, giving me a small, knowing smile. “Oh, cool your blood, young man. As I said, I only did that to determine whether or not you were compatible with goblin women. Now that we know you are, we can finally continue.” She looked around the room for a moment, then fetched her dress from the table. “As for what’s next, I was thinking about dinner.”

Much to my dismay, she stepped into her dress and pulled it back on, then laced up the front. She was still gorgeous in that dress, even though it covered her from neck to ankle. But then again, a rough burlap sack couldn’t hide her figure. 

I hopped down from the bed and pulled my clothes back on. Dinner sounded great, especially after two hours of fighting a holographic goblin man. The aroma of her stew filled the next room and leaked into the room we stood in. While I had never really been much of a stew guy, it smelled fantastic and made my stomach rumble loudly. Silvy heard that and smiled.

“I’m glad you’re hungry. I made extra.” She fetched a towel and went over to the cookpot, then used the towel to grab onto the wire handle. After moving the cookpot to her stone counter, she grabbed two bowls and filled them with steaming stew.

“Thanks,” I said as she handed me a bowl. “What is it?” I had noticed her frowning at the stew.

“I was just thinking that if you eat this much every meal, I’ll need more food.” Her frown faded into a sudden smile. “Oh, this can be a perfect opportunity for you to practice sneaking by the guards!”

I paused, a spoonful of stew halfway to my mouth. “Silvy, I think I would rather suck vomit through a straw than deal with those guards again.”

If my comment bothered her, she showed no sign. “Well, then I know you’ll take this seriously,” she said with another smile.

“Oh, and what was that about me taking over the throne and having a bunch of wives?” I asked. She had mentioned me killing this Ralcor guy before, but the rest was new.

She nodded like I had said nothing out of the ordinary. “Well of course, Aaron. Once you kill Ralcor, you will be the new king. The king is expected to take at least three or four wives. More if you’d like. The king is often considered the strongest of the goblins, so he is encouraged to have many children, as they would of course be the strongest children. This is one of the ways goblin men have become so strong and tall over the years, and our women so…” she paused, gesturing towards herself. “Well, like me. Your wives will be selected from the most beautiful of our women.”

I blinked. I didn’t even know how to respond to all of that. I shoved a spoonful of stew into my mouth, pleasantly surprised at the flavor. It was earthy and herby and rich and absolutely delicious.

Her comment about the most beautiful goblin women left me thinking. The way she said it made me think that somehow, some way, Silvy was just average. Other goblin women would be far more beautiful, although I didn’t see how that was even possible.

“I see you like my stew,” Silvy said around another bite. “Good. You’ll be eating plenty of that, although I’m already low on ingredients. We’ll have to do something about that.”

Fortunately, she had more of that rich, dark bread lying around, so I used a few slices of that to wipe the bowl clean once I was finished. All in all, it was a simple yet excellent meal.

“Thanks, Silvy,” I said. “In fact, thanks for everything. You’ve fed me, giving me a place to sleep, and in general just been very kind to me. I really appreciate it.”

Silvy watched me for a moment, then suddenly winked. “Nothing is for free, Aaron. You’d do well to remember that. Now, are you ready to learn how to be one with the shadows?”

I groaned. “Do I really have a choice?”

She smiled. “No.”