King of the Goblins—Chapter 8

“Knives?” I asked, stepping away from Greg. “Silvy, there is no way in hell I’m fighting this guy with a knife. Magic or not, I won’t last a second.”

“Oh, relax,” she said, handing me a dagger with a long, thin blade. “Knife fighting is all about being quick and violent. Get in there and bleed him before he does that to you. And remember; knife fights are messy. You can expect to get tagged once or twice, so hopefully you’re wearing armor.”

I looked at the dagger in my hand, then over at Greg. A dagger had formed in his hand, its blade translucent and smoky. He held it ready to jab, with his other arm up to guard his face and neck. His black eyes were somehow simultaneously blank and filled with murder.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I said, crouching down. Speed was everything, she said, so I planted my right foot and used it to drive my right hand forward. I moved pretty quickly, but ultimately Greg was faster. 

“God damnit, Greg!” I growled as his blade passed right in front of my face, narrowly missing me. Fake or not, the guy was relentless.

“That was actually pretty good,” Silvy said. “Just be a little faster next time, and make sure you keep guarding your face. One slice there and you’re done. Can’t fight if your eyes have been cut out, after all.”

I paused and looked back at the crazy goblin woman. She just shrugged.

“Okay, Greg,” I said, turning back to the holographic man. He just stood there, knife in hand, ready to fight.

“How am I going to get past you, Greg?” I asked him. He didn’t answer, of course.

I had to confuse the guy, and I had to do it quickly enough that he couldn’t follow my movements. Right as Greg drew his arm back for an attack, I lashed out, moving as quickly as possible. I sent my dagger at his face, knowing he would get there in time to block it. Right before it landed, I pulled back and stabbed at his stomach, then changed course once again and aimed for his face. I managed to slip past his guard and my dagger blade went right into his fucking eye.

I felt my gorge rise as my blade entered Greg’s eyeball, which sprayed fluids and leaked down his face. He didn’t even react; he just went back to a ready position, holding his knife ready.

“Jesus,” I said, looking at the gaping hole where his right eye had been.

Behind me, Silvy clapped. “Good job, Aaron! Now we just have to train you so you can do that consistently, and without getting gutted in return.”

I turned and looked at her. “You really know how to motivate a guy,” I said dryly.

She shrugged. “Well, your training partner is ready.”

I looked back at Greg, whose eye had already healed.

“Well, shit,” I said.

I continued fighting Greg for the next two hours under the watchful eye of Silvy. She offered surprisingly good advice, and even brought me some tea to drink when she noticed me working up a sweat. During that time she also chopped up a double handful of vegetables I didn’t recognize and threw them into a pot that hung over a small fireplace carved into the stone.

“Are you sure I need to go see the elves?” I asked, wiping sweat from my brow. “You seem to know your stuff, and I can just practice with Greg here.”

Silvy shook her head. “The elves know far more than I do. They can train you with a sword and a spear. This room isn’t really big enough for either of those.”

“I suppose you’re right,” I said. “Well, when do I start?”

“Tomorrow,” Silvy replied. She looked around, then took a deep breath. “I suppose there’s no more putting it off.”

“What?” I asked.

“One final test,” she said, eyeing me strangely. “I have to see if you’re compatible with goblins.” She pursed her lips, then walked over to the bed.

“What do you mean by compatible?” I asked, taking a step toward her.

Silvy uttered a few magical words and made a motion with her hand. Greg dissipated in a puff of green smoke.

“No need for an audience,” she muttered. She turned to me and pointed at the bed. “On the bed with you. And take your clothes off.”

My eyes widened. “Uh, what?”

“I have to see if you’re compatible with goblins,” she said again. “And there’s only one way to do that. Now, take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

She began unlacing the front of her dress, then pushed it down. She had to wiggle a bit to get the dress over her broad hips, but in no time at all she stood there, stark naked.

“Holy shit,” I said without thinking.

Silvy’s body was something that I didn’t even think was possible without loads of plastic surgery. Her overall frame was small—I mean, she was barely four feet tall. But each of her breasts was a double handful and topped with a beautiful pink nipple, and her hips were nicely rounded to match. She turned and raised a knee onto the bed as she climbed on, giving me a splendid view of her impossibly round ass. Even the scars on her arms, faded with time, couldn’t take away from the beauty of her body. Once on the bed, she sat down and looked at me.

“Are you coming up here or not?” she asked.

I tore at my clothes in my struggle to get naked as quickly as possible. My shirt caught on my throat and choked me as I tried to yank it off in one motion, and my jeans chose that one moment to catch on my ankle as I tried to kick them off. It took me a moment, but soon I was naked, as well as fully engorged. 

Silvy looked down at my crotch and smiled. “Impressive,” she said. “Take it easy on me, okay?”

I looked down at my perfectly average penis. Well, she was four feet tall, after all.

I practically flew into the bed, eager to be next to her. Her previous spell had given me a taste of her—and quite literally—so I was pretty excited to go all the way.

“So, how do you want to start?” I asked, reaching out and caressing her thick thigh. It was surprisingly muscular, although her skin was smooth and soft.

“Don’t get too excited, young man,” she said to me with a hint of a smirk. “This isn’t so you can try to romance me or anything. I’m just checking to see if you are compatible with goblin blood. Lie down.”

“Uh, okay,” I said, lying back on the bed. My eyes stayed on Silvy’s ridiculous figure, which helped me maintain an erection that couldn’t have possibly been any harder. 

She reached over and took my cock in her small hand, then gave it a squeeze and a stroke. She gave me a smile, then moved so that she could put it in her mouth. Opening wide, she took it nearly all the way to the base, then closed her lips tightly around it and sucked hard as she slowly pulled it out of her mouth. The sensation was incredible.

After that one single suck, she gripped me by the base and spat on the head of my dick. Then, she crawled over to me and threw one of her thick, muscular thighs over my hips and straddled me. The sight of her tiny-yet-voluptuous body hovering over me was quite possibly the most incredible thing I had ever seen. 

Reaching between her thighs, Silvy took hold of me and lined the head of my cock up with her pussy lips, then rubbed it back and forth a few times. She made a faint grunt and smiled at me.

“It’s been a long, long time for me. I had almost forgotten how good this could feel.”

I was tempted to make a joke about blowing cobwebs out of her pussy, but instead I just smiled back and let my hands go to her round, full hips.

Silvy sank down on my cock, taking just the head, then raised herself back up and sank down again. She repeated that process, taking a little more of me each time, until I was fully inside her and she sat on my lap.

She closed her eyes and trembled for a second as she exhaled. Her hands went to my chest and she held onto me as she began slowly working her hips up and down. As for me, I kept my hands on her hips for a moment, then let them move back to her impossibly round ass and gave it a squeeze.

In only a matter of days I had gone from dying in a black hole to raw-dogging a beautiful goblin woman. I should have been weirded out, but as I watched Silvy’s beautiful face, eyes closed and breathing deeply while she slowly rode me, I didn’t feel weird at all. In fact, as one of my hands moved up to caress her large breasts, I felt quite the opposite of weird. This was like being in heaven, albeit some strange version where green-skinned women fucked my brains out.

“Gods, that is good,” Silvy said, still riding me slowly. 

I had no problem with her slow pace. Her pussy was honestly the tightest I could ever remember being inside, so the slow pace was fine with me. While she insisted I wasn’t there to impress her, the last thing I wanted to do was blow in three minutes.

I bent my knees to better support her and she leaned forward, caught in the moment. Our lips met, and thankfully her kiss was just as aggressive as when she had cast the spell on me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and I did the same to her.. My hands gripped her big, round ass and I squeezed it while thrusting up inside her incredibly tight pussy. 

Silvy’s hand moved up and laid against my cheek as we kissed. Her other hand rested on my shoulder, where she held on tightly. Using my grip on her bubble butt, I helped her move her hips up and down, giving her my full length each stroke. 

“You can speed up some,” she said in a breathy voice after a moment, speaking against my lips. “I can take it.” 

She went back to kissing me and I moved my hands to her tiny waist. I held her tightly and picked up the pace, giving her full-length strokes at a relatively fast rate. There was no way I could last long like that, especially considering her tightness, but at that moment I didn’t care. My body was rapidly approaching the finish line and I wanted to be there. 

Silvy’s faint moans began to increase in both pitch and volume. She finally broke our kiss and just held onto me, her eyes closed while I pounded her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and I found myself wishing she were a bit taller so I could suck on them.

As Silvy’s moans grew quite loud, I found myself rapidly approaching orgasm. I held her tightly and really started going at it, thrusting into her hot, wet pussy hard and fast. Her moans became staccato, rising a bit each time my hips slammed into her. That familiar tingle grew inside of me and suddenly my muscles clenched hard as I fired my load inside her. Silvy worked her hips up and down, milking every last drop from me.

Once I had finished cumming, Silvy leaned forwards and planted a soft kiss on my lips. She gave me a warm smile, then laid against my chest, breathing hard.

“It’s a shame all magic can’t be like that,” she said with a hint of a laugh.

“Tell me about it,” I said, and wrapped an arm around her.

We stayed that way for a while, breathing hard, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s skin in that post-coital moment. After a few minutes, Silvy finally straightened up. She sat on me for a moment, my softening cock still buried inside her, her cheeks glowing.

“Well, that was certainly fun. Time for the second part of the spell,” she said.