King of the Goblins—Chapter 6

When I finally woke, I found myself lying in the same exact position; on my back on the high bed, although a blanket covered me to my chin. My eyes snapped open and I looked around. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized I could move. 

I grabbed the blanket and pulled it down, immediately noticing that I was naked. Silvy had removed my clothes and shoes and set them in a neat pile on a small table next to the bed. I looked over and saw a small pillow next to mine, as if someone had slept there.

What the hell had happened? The last thing I remembered was Silvy straddling me like she was going to fuck me, kissing me like she was going to fuck me, but instead cutting my arm and casting a spell on me. 

I raised my right arm and looked at it. Only the slightest pink line remained where she had cut me, elbow to wrist, which meant she had kept me in this bed long enough for the wound to heal. She was as crazy as she was beautiful, apparently. 

I threw back the blanket and swung my legs over the side of the bed. It was only a bit cooler than I preferred, so I hopped out of the bed and went to my clothes. I made a noise when my bare feet touched the cold stone floor.

“Oh, you’re awake!” Silvy called out from the next room. She hurried through the door, hair frazzled, sleeves pushed up past her elbows. Flour dusted her hands. “Aaron, you made it!” She beamed a smile at me.

“Yeah,” I said. Damn woman had tried to kill me. I calmly grabbed my clothes and held them for a moment, ignoring her even though the front of her dress was halfway unlaced again.

“How do you feel?” she asked, taking a step closer to me.

“Fine,” I said, not really wanting to talk to her. Once I got dressed, I would find a way out of this place. Maybe the elves were nicer, and wouldn’t try to kill me.

She stepped up to me and reached for my arm. I quickly moved out of reach and backed against the bed. With a low laugh, she placed her fists on her hips and smiled at me.

“A bit upset after the spell? Well, I told you it would be strange. Look, if I wanted to kill you, I would have the moment I first saw you. Instead, I did the exact opposite.”

I stared at her for a moment. “What do you mean?”

Her smile deepened. “I told you that I needed to improve your body, Aaron. Have you looked at yourself yet?”

I gave her a suspicious glare, then looked down at my naked form. 

“Huh,” I grunted.

Before this, I had been a solidly average guy. No visible abs, no burly shoulders, just average height and reasonably slender. I tried to eat healthy, which helped keep me from putting on any excessive weight, but I didn’t really have much muscle.

The changes I saw in my body were subtle, but they were there. I looked like I had been hitting the gym hard for several months. I flexed my leg and marveled at the outline of my quads. My arms were bigger, as well as my chest. Still not much for abs, but that was fine. The important muscles were there.

“What did you do?” I asked her, feeling slightly more trusting.

“Would you care to put some clothes on first?” Silvy asked. “I can’t have you walking around naked all day. You’ll wind up poking my eye out with that thing.”

“Sorry,” I said, then pulled my shirt over my head. After stepping through my boxers and pulling my jeans on, I gestured for her to continue.

“If you were to go through all the effort of overthrowing Ralcor and then just die fifty years later, that would be no good. So, I took care of that for you.” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, causing them to bulge from the low neckline of her dress. “With that spell, I basically put some of my blood into you. Goblin blood, that is. So, now you’re stronger and you’ll live longer. Much longer.”

“Your blood in mine?” I asked. “Are we like, related now?”

She laughed. “No, Aaron, not even remotely. And to be technical, you’re not part goblin either. I simply used magic to give you some of our gifts.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Well, you’ve already seen the improvements in your body,” she said. “You’ll also live longer. At least twice as long, probably longer. Also, if you go long periods of time without seeing the sun—which often happens down here—you won’t get sick.”

“Huh,” I said, looking down at myself. “I don’t know what to say.” Was I really going to live two hundred years?

“Well, you could start by thanking me,” she said, raising a slender eyebrow slightly.

“I thought you were going to kill me,” I told her. “That you seduced me, then used magic to paralyze me and were going to kill me. I was scared out of my mind back there.”

She shrugged. “I very clearly explained that I wasn’t going to harm you.”

“Hard to take that seriously when you sliced open my arm,” I said, raising my right arm and pointing at the faint line. “Speaking of which, the wound is totally healed. How long was I out? Two weeks?”

Her laugh was melodious. “You slept the night, that’s all. The changes can be hard on the body. I healed you with magic, Aaron. Have you forgotten that I can do that?”

“And then you stripped me naked,” I said.

“Of course I did,” she explained. “I only have one bed, so I had to sleep there with you. Your clothes are uncomfortable against my skin. I much prefer the feeling of your body against mine than those clothes. Especially your breeches.”

“They’re called jeans,” I said, plucking at them.

“Well, they should be called garbage,” she said. “Perhaps I can get someone to make you a new pair. No, that would be too risky. The elves will have to do it.”

“Elves?” I shook my head and walked over to the table, the one with piles of magical objects on top. A chair sat next to it, so I pulled it out and sat on it. It was a bit too small, but otherwise reasonably comfortable. “Look, can you just explain exactly what’s going on?”

“I can,” she said. “But I’ll warn you, I need to cast one more spell on you before I am completely certain that you’re the one sent by the gods to save us. Although I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it much more than the last.”

I threw up my hands. “Silvy, you aren’t making any sense.”

She smiled. “Let me finish baking this loaf of bread and I’ll tell you everything.”