Emperor Night

Maybe this was a bad idea. Jonathan stood unarmed in front of the entrance to the goblin's lair. His armor, weapons, and valuables safely stashed away with Stew. Jonathan had entrusted Talitha with the job of taking the cren, and what was left of their supplies, back the way they had come from, towards the trading post. Hopefully she had gotten far enough away that the goblins could no longer track her. Whilst this left Jonathan alone and vulnerable, it was worth it to guarantee Talitha's immediate safety. When they had parted, Jonathan did his best to say something cool, "if you don't hear from me in two days, go on without me.", but instead he blurted out "if you don't hear from me in two day, go on and save me". He wasn't that cool. If this plan went south, he wanted to be recused damn it.

It didn't take long for the sentries standing outside the goblins' lair to notice the easy mark in front of them. The two rough, blue figures approached Jonathan, clubs drawn. They did their best to look intimidating in spite of their stumpy bodies.

"Take me to your leader!" Jonathan requested loudly. He didn't expect it to work, he just always wanted to say that.

The two goblins stopped, looked at each other for a moment, and then looked back to Jonathan. 'Wait, did they understand me?' He thought that goblins didn't understand language.

That raised another question… what language were they speaking anyway. Everyone Jonathan had come up to had spoken English, just like him. He just kind of took it for granted. This was a whole different world, there is no way that they all coincidently spoke English. It was probably due to some sort of crazy bullshit that Lily would make fun of Jonathan for asking about.

"Lead… er?" the goblin on the right grunted. They didn't just understand, they talked!

"Uh. You know, leader, chieftain, the big cheese, your queen?" Jonathan tried to elaborate.

"Why, we take you, queen?" The left one growled. It didn't seem like he was affable to the idea.

This was going way differently to what Jonathan had expected, he definitely thought he would be unconscious by now. Conversing with the goblins was not an option he had even considered. He had to think up something fast.

"Because I want to, um… surrender to her!" He began to develop his lie. "Yeah, I am the uh, emperor of the humans. We heard of your tribe's power and we just had to surrender before they kill us all." Jonathan nodded. "Yup that's it, we don't stand a chance."

The two goblins raised an eyebrow. It looked like they weren't quite sold on Jonathan's words but perhaps if he just went a little further.

"As a tribute, we would like to offer your tribe all the women they could ever want. More than you could fuċk in a life time!" He went all in. The two goblins grinned wickedly.

"We take you." The right one said. "No trick us, else bad." He moved up to Jonathan and patted down his clothes, searching for concealed weapons. Fortunately, at no point during the search did the goblin touch Jonathan's bȧrė skin. He wouldn't need to deal with an extremely horny goblin. Well, he wouldn't have to deal with a goblin that was any hornier than usual.

The pair made Jonathan walk in front of them, occasionally jabbing him with their clubs. He couldn't believe that this was working, it was probably due to the goblins being more frisky then they were smart. Jonathan was all too aware of the negatively correlation between someone's intellect and their dėsɨrė to fuċk. As sėx drive rised, intelligence plumetted.

Jonathan accidentally whacked his head as he tried to crouch through the first doorway inside the goblins' lair. The fine stonework passageways were much too small for his size. It was odd, the goblin architecture fit much closer with his preconceived ideas of fantasy dwarves than it did with goblins. The place may have even been considered comfortable if it wasn't so cramped for him to move around in. Swaths of goblins looked on as Jonathan walked through the various sleeping quarters, common rooms and halls. In one room he noticed a long line up of goblins waiting to enter a single door. He could have sworn he heard Saikhi's voice coming from within. If it was, Lily was certainly right, they wasted no time in using Saikhi as a ċum dump. But who knows, maybe they were just waiting to use the restroom.

Jonathan was led through one final door into a large chamber. Much larger than the others he had seen throughout the lair. It was covered in a cacophony of fine linen, large pillows and other soft things. Not a single inch of stone flooring could be seen. In the center of the chamber a small nȧkėd figure sat on a round bed. The lower half of her smooth blue face was covered by a thin purple veil. Her body was round and curvy, the splitting image of a short fertility goddess. Her round green eyes exuded sensuality. She was hot, thank god she was hot.

"Human king, want surrender." one of the goblins grunted.

"Thank you. Leave us." The sultry voice of the goblin queen commanded. The two goblins hesitated and rightly so, Jonathan thought. Leaving your queen with a stranger was not the smartest move, but you never interrupt the enemy when they are making a mistake. The two goblins left and closed the door to the queen's chamber on the way out.

"You are not a king. You are a magic man." The queen pointed to the glowing light of Jonathan's sorcerer mark seeping out from beneath his shirt. Well that ploy didn't last very long. Jonathan noticed that the queen's speech was much more refined than her male subordinates. She could even speak in complete sentences.

"Ah, you got me." Jonathan admitted.

"I could use a magic man." The queen pondered. "Why have you come here? I know. The red girl is yours, yes?" Well, that was going to save some time explaining it. Perhaps Jonathan could make some kind of deal with her. .

"Yes, her name is Saikhi and she is bounded to me." Jonathan explained. "I have come to bargain for her release."

"You killed many of my tribe." The queen rebuked sternly.

"Oh, that wasn't me." That was technically correct, Talitha was the one who did all the killing. "Besides, you raided us first."

"True." The queen admitted. She got up from her bed and removed her veil. Her small fangs poked out of her mouth and brushed up against her lips. Her body jiggled hypnotically as she walked closer to Jonathan. She looked him up and down, inspecting his body for faults. Her head was bȧrėly above waist height.

"We can make a deal." The queen continued. "We let her go after all of tribe has seeded her. As queen, I must be fair." The queen looked at Jonathan's clearly enlarging bulge. "In return. You fill me with magic seed. Make me magic like you."

How the hell was he supposed to do that? The whole 'making her a sorcerer thing' that is, Jonathan had plenty of ideas how to fill the goblin queen up with his seed. It didn't matter though, this was all going to plan better than expected. He could fuċk her, make her pass out, tie her up, and worry about the finer points later.

"I accept!" Jonathan said. Saikhi would have to endure the goblins a bit longer but it looked like she was going to get out of here.

The goblin queen wasted no time in yanking down Jonathan's pants. She opened her mouth and took the entire length of Jonathan down her throat, no gag reflex in sight. Her eyes widened as she felt power and pŀėȧsurė flow through her body. Mercilessly and repeatedly the goblin queen swallowed down Jonathan's ċȯċk. She made several loud slurps as she came up for air.

"More!" She yelled as she pushed Jonathan up against the door. She was surprisingly strong for her size. The goblin queen showed her mastery by holding Jonathan's entire length down her throat for almost two minutes. Her tongue reaching out and tasting Jonathan's balls. "More!" She yelled as she came up for air once again. Jonathan could see the queen's pussƴ growing increasingly wetter.

Jonathan picked up the queen and held her as he guided his ċȯċk inside of her. The sensation of squeezing overcame Jonathan as he almost came on the spot. The queen's small pussƴ was tight, yet easy to enter. He started to move the queen up and down his length, she was surprisingly effortless to move, lighter than her body would have otherwise led Jonathan to believe. With a few more pumps, Jonathan unloaded into her. The goblin queen let out a mȯȧn as she felt his warmth fill her up.

"Mor-" the goblin queen started to say before passing out on top of Jonathan's dɨċk.

"Worked like a charm." Jonathan smiled.

"More!" The queen regained consciousness and started to grind against Jonathan's manhood.

"Fuck…" Jonathan grunted, his member still sėnsɨtɨvė. He hoped for at least a few minutes of unconsciousness, enough time to tie up the goblin queen. Nope, the little whore was right back to it. Jonathan swallowed. A smooth black pill, formerly hidden in the side of his mouth, rolled down his throat. Time for plan B.

Jonathan carried the queen over to her bed, he pinned her there and continued plunging into her. His ċȯċk bȧrėly fit it's length inside. The queen wrapped her legs around Jonathan, as her ȧss lifted off of the bed enthusiastically.

"Fill me up again, magic man." the queen cooed as her body quaked.

A few minutes later, Jonathan obliged her request, filling the goblin queen's royal pussƴ with his seed once again. The queen passed out a second time.

"More!" She yelled. Not even two minutes later. Jonathan had only managed to start gathering the fabrics in which to bind her. It was a good thing that Jonathan had come prepared, he had another four pills hidden away in his mouth. After swallowing another, he grabbed the queen and pushed her onto all fours, taking her from behind. He reached down and fondled the queen's brėȧsts as he continued his ȧssault.. This was going to be a battle of attrition.