So a Couple, a Goblin and a Troll Walk Into a Swamp... - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - New Allies and a Feast Before Battle

Over the next few days, Margaret and Big Fin spent more time together and she managed to tolerate him. Learning how to handle him, using the journal she read in his home, she discovered that she could get him and any of the male trolls around the village to do her bidding by offering glimpses of her thighs, ass or breasts. Food worked well too, though the sensual tease worked better.

Margaret was also becoming better at coping with Big Fin’s constant groping. She lamented the fact that she had run out of soap. But since she was around him often enough, she was getting used to his body odor, while also acclimating to the stink of the swamp so that she did not notice the smell as much. With nothing to clean her clothes, her red and gold dress was getting to be dirty and smelling ripe.

Early in the day a young troll runner came into camp and sought out Margaret. He gave news that Franklin and his men were returning to the village. And that he would likely be here the following morning. Pleased by the news, it meant that she only had to make it through one more night in Big Fin’s abode, and with any luck, one last handjob, or titjob...

She had relented to the troll's requests for her to strip naked during the second and third handjobs. She did so, as long as she could point his discharge away from herself and not repeat the first experience at the river. But last night, her wrist was sore, so she squeezed her large breasts around his shaft and stroked him that way. Having felt his cock four nights in a row, she knew when he was about to burst and was able to point his dick away and avoid a shower of troll cum. But tomorrow she’d have her husband back, the troll's ship, freedom to bathe and fuck her husband. As much as she hated to admit it, the troll king's constant groping and his nightly sessions, were terribly one-sided and she never got a chance to find her own release. Pent up, she actually felt much hornier than usual.

And so here she was, relaxing on the troll king's bed, in her undergown, when Big Fin came into his room for the night. “You heard the news, right? Franklin’s going to be here by morning! So, that leaves one more night here. Then we get your boat and your men and we can go take back the castle!” Margaret didn’t even try to hide the joy in her voice, and made sure to remind the troll king that his boat was part of the deal.

“Mmhmm. I will keep my promise.” Big Fin had also learned to speak much better, with Margaret's tutoring him the last five days.

She thought Big Fin sounded horny, and he was staring at her breasts. He is always staring at my breasts. Or perhaps he is remembering them from last night. She knew that before they slept, he’d get a relaxing orgasm with Margaret’s help. So she expected him to petition her for his nightly stroke. But she was surprised when he didn’t.

He silently got into bed and rolled over. Curious, Margaret considered asking why he didn’t want one more night with her. Perhaps he doesn't want to risk my husband arriving sooner. Thinking she finally had a night off, she rolled to face away from Big Fin, and tried to fall asleep.

While Margaret lay on the edge of the bed with as much distance from her host as possible, thoughts of her returning husband ran through her head. Owing to the fact that she had been providing handjobs to the troll king every night, and displaying her nude body, and abiding his constant groping during the day, her horny mind spun an erotic vision of her husband mounting her in their bed back at home.

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She was close to sleep, when she realized that she could hear Big Fin whispering her name. Not wanting to deal with the troll, she made an effort to pretend that she had already fallen asleep. On this occasion, because Big Fin wasn’t relieved before laying down for the night, his body was unsatisfied. Feeling the troll shift his weight under the blanket that covered both of them, she sensed that he was now facing her.

As she’d already ignored him by pretending to be asleep, she couldn’t just roll over now. He would know that she was awake and he would ask for the handjob that she refused earlier. Standing her ground, Margaret remained calm and motionless while the troll king continued to whisper her name.

Not getting a response, he assumed that he could get away with groping the human woman until she complained, which usually resulted in harsh words or a slap. He stopped whispering her name and placed one palm on her hip, under the blanket. She did not move. He gently moved his hand, cupping her ass through the silk undergown. He slowly pulled the back of her gown up, past her calves. With no response from Margaret, he continued to slowly pull the back of her undergown until it was at her waist, exposing her legs and plump ass cheeks under the blanket they shared. Only her silk panties were between her ass and the troll.

She was flustered, but able to cope with one more night of the troll king's groping. Margaret continued to lay still and she felt one of the oaf’s hands reach over to cup her breasts. With his large hand, he slowly kneaded both of her breasts together under the silk gown. Then she felt his hot skin touching the back of her exposed thighs. After a moment, she realized without a doubt, it was Big Fin’s growing cock. It was swelling and twitched against the back of her soft thighs.

Mad at herself for not sorting the out the troll before retiring for the night, Margaret knew that she was stuck here. Her husband would be back tomorrow and if she wanted to maintain the deal for the troll's boat, some groping would just have to be accepted. The redhead kept her eyes shut and tried to remain limp as though she were sleeping. Instead of finding her lack of resistance as a denial, the troll was encouraged to continue.

After a minute of slowly squeezing her breasts, she felt the troll's hand move to the side of her exposed thigh. Carefully cupping her knee, she felt him lift her leg a bit. A moment later she felt the length of his hot green dick press firmly against the gap between her legs. Then she felt him move behind her and his hard cock straightened and he slowly pushed it forward, through the gap in her thighs. Big Fin gently let go of her leg and just like that, he began slowly fucking her thighs.

Margaret hated to admit it, but the feeling of his hot, knobby length rubbing against her panty-covered crotch got her extremely hot and horny. Suppressing moans, she managed to continue fooling the troll with her fake sleeping. Though she knew that even if she pretended to wake up and complain, he’d likely continue to fuck her creamy legs until he got his nightly release.

Ohhh. I’ve been without Franklin for so long… That must be why this is turning me on. This beast is out of control. Without question he’s got a stronger sex drive than any normal man I’ve been with. Perhaps it was a mistake giving him ground to do a little bit more each night. Margaret felt the troll humping her thighs and ass without caution now. His sparsely haired, green balls pressed into the back of her knees, giving her a ticklish and but pleasurable sensation there. But where she was feeling the best pleasure was in her loins. Whether or not the troll king felt it or not, she was getting very wet under her silk panties.

Moaning lightly now, in time with her partner’s thrusts, Margaret went unheard beneath the troll's loud grunting. There was no way someone of a respectable intellect would have thought that she could sleep through this, but the big troll wasn’t so perceptive. In fact, Big Fin was squeezing her naked hip to hold her still while he hammered his cock between her soft thighs. Her eyes were open now, but the troll couldn't see her face. With his steady grip on her bare hip, he was able to press his length firmly against her pussy. She rotated her hips and could feel the veins and knobs on his cock stroke against her clit. Completely ashamed that she was loving this, Margaret continued to let out light cries and thought that Big Fin must be aware that she was awake by now. 

The troll moved his hand up to squeeze her large breasts. His fat fingers found her stiff nipples and pinched them. Her breasts and nipples had always been sensitive and this action was simply too much for Margaret. She felt her orgasm explode like lightning between her nipples and clit. She squealed very loudly and clamped her thighs against his cock as her pussy pulsed and she wet her panties with her cum, which in turn slicked the top pf his shaft..Hearing Margaret and feeling her climax, it was only three more humps before Big Fin had reached his peak. He pulled back until just the head of his cock was between her thighs and he blew his load. Troll cum painted the crotch of her panties and the insides of her thghs as he withdrew.

Making matters worse, he pulled her undergown down over her ass and stuffed the length of it between her thighs to wipe his cum. This also ensured that his essence would be lingering on her undergown and panties until she could find more soap to wash them. Disgusted that she came so hard, Margaret put her hands over her face and felt her skin burning with shame as Big Fin rolled over and quickly started snoring.

Since she was alone after her partner passed out, and she was still aroused, Margaret couldn’t resist playing with her semen soaked panties. Thankfully none of his cum was inside of her, so Big Fin had technically kept his end of the deal. But the troll had gotten so close to actually fucking her that he may as well have. She moved her palm up to her belly and then eased her hand inside her wet panties. Mashing her pussy and fingering her clit for at least a half an hour before falling asleep, Margaret’s dreams were filled with Big Fin's green cock fucking her from behind. In the dream, the troll was able to fill her with his oversized dick without problem, something Margaret knew wouldn’t be the case in reality.

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Margaret was startled awake by a nightmare  - Big Fin was behind her, and forcing his green cock into her, and stretching her pussy. She opened her eyes and sat up on one elbow. Big Fin was on his side of the bed, snoring. She was panting and covered in sweat. It was just a dream!. The first thing she noticed outside of the dream was the smell of troll cum. Margaret jumped out of bed so that she could compose herself. Franklin returns this morning! I must be presentable.

In an attempt to find anything to cleanse her body and undergown, she hurried out of the house and down the dirt road to the village market stalls. Since the sun was only now rising, it was too early in the day and the stands were unattended. Margaret looked for the stall that had imported goods. Spotting it, she rummaged for perfumes, potions, lotions and soap. Finding two bars of soap, she trotted down to the river where Big Fin's boat sat and the water was clean. Here she spent the next few minutes bathing and managed to wash all of Big Fin off of her just in time to hear a commotion back in the village.

Shaking and breathing heavily from the events of the morning she was having, Margaret discovered the soap she stole smelled of pine resin. It wasn’t very feminine, but it was better than smelling like troll semen. Happy enough that she was able to clean herself enough to be presentable to the lowest peasants, she rushed back to the village, eagerly looking forward to see her husband.

Having riled the village out of its sleeping state just as the sun shone through the trees, Franklin and Adam were talking in the center of the village. As Margaret approached, she heard strange voices and the sound of trees snapping, coming from her right. Turning to see what it was, she spied a most unsettling sight.

Behind a large pack of three-foot tall goblins was a massive turtle that had a structure built onto its back. The beast and building must have been more than twenty feet tall. It certainly dwarfed both Franklin’s trireme and Big Fin’s barge. The giant turtle crushed reeds and small trees before it halted. Confused by what she was seeing, she hurried to her husband's side to learn what was happening.

Margaret shouted, “Franklin!”

He looked at his wife, beaming. He ran to meet her and they both hugged, though she could not feel his body, as Franklin was wearing plate armor.

“Margaret, my love! It was an unbelievable success. A band of goblins were wandering through looking for work. That’s them! Turtle house thing included, it’s where they live! They actually live on that creature's back and it goes where they want it to go. So we can leave for battle as soon as possible.”

Emotionally paralyzed by her husband’s words, Margaret knew that she had to put on a happy face and did so. She was glad that he was back, but to have all her efforts with Big Fin rendered totally meaningless because Franklin found a band of mercenary goblins with a mobile base, really took the wind out of her sails. Still, that he would embrace her in her disheveled state reminded her why she chose him as her partner. Shaking the negative thoughts out of her mind as best she could, she smiled.

Franklin continued, “We didn’t lose any men on our trek either.... You look great considering the lack of amenities here. Have you been looked after well?”

“Truth be told, I’ve been fine! The food here is better than expected, though I will be sick of smoked fish for a while. So everything was good for you? No unexpected trouble?” As Margaret asked this she felt a firm spank on her ass. Letting out and squeek she turned around, expecting Big Fin. To her surprise it was one of the goblins.

“So THIS is the vixen you were talkin’ up. Looks damn fine!” The short female goblin spoke with an authoritative tone as she looked up at Margaret.

Franklin interrupted, “You’ll have to excuse her forwardness dear! This is Rhaz - she’s the leader of the goblins we hired. And uh, the turtle is hers too.” Franklin spoke casually, as he had gotten used to Rhaz’s personality while they were confined to the structure on the turtle’s back for the last day. “She’s just friendly. I know our situation was dire, but she’s been great at making everyone feel at ease!”

Rhaz huffed, “Yea, I take it easy no matter what. And I may as well congratulate you on your man. I have been trying to get into his pants since I met him! Guy wouldn’t budge, said he was married and that was that. What’s a girl to do?” She raised her hands dismissively, and then she walked past the couple to talk to a river troll that she recognized.

Margaret was able to look the goblin over. For a green goblin around three feet tall, she was very pretty. Margaret was suddenly proud of her husband for resisting the curvy, moss green, pointy-eared, horny little woman. Margaret wasn’t sure that she’d have been able toresist  if she was in Franklin’s shoes. Rhaz was dressed in tight, form-fitting leathers, and her breasts were threatening to burst the one button that held her top together. She had a lot of brown freckles all over her neck and face, something in common with Margaret, though the goblin’s hair was dark black and short. She also had many piercings on her face, some of which were studded gems Franklin used to pay her. Shaking her head to collect herself, Margaret focused on her husband once again.

He had been whispering. “... Anyway, before you-know-who shows up, the plan so far - and Rhaz is in on it - is to sacrifice the trolls by putting them at the front of the seige. Then Rhaz and her men and my own will sneak over the low wall on the north side of New Caltian. She’s got grenadiers if we can’t sneak in, but obviously we want to avoid damaging our castle and town as much as possible. We’re ready to fight hun, I’m so excited!”

Able to hear his excitement in his voice, Margaret let his enthusiasm dull the emptiness she felt inside. Wasting all that time sleeping with a gross troll, just to get his boat for her husband, had been really stressful for her.

Big Fin shouted across the village square, “Boss man back! Hello!”

Franklin uttered, “Hello there, uh, king!”

Realizing that Franklin stuttered because he forgot the troll’s name, Margaret sighed. She was so ready to be back at home with servants and out of this god-forsaken swamp.

Frankling added, “I’ll explain the plans to you sir - over a glass of mead, if you’ve got some on tap!”

Big Fin roared with laughter and the two men headed off to discuss battle plans.

Now Margaret stood alone and was unhappy about it. She furrowed her brow and went to see the giant turtle.

Lots of goblins were on top, and there was a wooden retractable set of stairs on both sides of the reptile’s shell. It’s head was massive, its eyes were as big as the troll king was tall. If the rivers around here weren’t so wide, this creature wouldn’t have even been able to swim up or down them. Amazed by what she saw, the orange scaled and green shelled creature just sat there, looking around lazily as goblins ran around doing whatever it was they had been instructed. Pointing at one goblin, Margaret got her attention.

She asked, “Uh, explain the turtle? I’ve never seen anything like this. You live on it?”

The goblin woman with a brown pony tail looked up at Margaret. “They come from the ocean. We’ve been all over the world, mercenaries for hire. A naga-man paid boss with an egg. Ten years and countless fishing trips later, voila. Egg turned out to be a giant turtle. We started building on him when he grew too large to take into town. Now we always have a place to crash at night. He doesn’t bite.” The goblin explained all this fairly quickly and didn’t seem to be in a hurry like many of the other ones.

Noticing that these goblins were all as clean as was her husband, Margaret had to ask them if they had a place where she could freshen up. The goblin she directed her where to go in the turtle house. Margaret climbed aboard, ducking plenty to get through the smaller doors. Finally she found a bathtub with warm water, and spent several hours bathing and brushing her hair - enjoying herself unbothered.

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By the time the sky darkened, Margaret felt much better. She had cleaned her undergown and single red dress, and she had combed all the knots out of her hair and tied it up in a much less complicated bun than usual. Optimistic about Franklin's success, she climbed out of the turtle house and went to see if her husband was finally free. Spying him and Rhaz talking, Margaret approached, still feeling refreshed.

Rhaz had a contagious smile, and pretty dimples. “I heard from one of my girls that you freshened up on Tiny.” She was drinking ale from a tankard.

Margaret nodded, “Thanks. I’d like to learn how plumbing works on a turtle’s shell. Perhaps when everything is over you can tell me all about it!” She noticed Rhaz’s gaze was locked onto her large breasts.

“Sounds good! N’maybe I’ll tell ya all about it while you’re in bed with me - hic!”

Clearly not fully drunk, Rhaz’s words were no offense to Margaret. And much like her husband, she was committed to her marriage and just laughed sheepishly at the goblin's flirtations.

While the trio drank and dined on fish, pork and fruits, the trolls all around them were collecting weapons. The smell of the food was actually very pleasant and for the first time since she had been here Margaret felt she was visiting family. No doubt being next to Franklin was a part of that. She smiled at her husband and leaned in to give him a passionate kiss. She was suddenly reminded that in the last five days she had tasted troll cum and kissed Big Fin’s dick, and she pulled away.

Frankling asked, “Something the matter hun? I know this has probably been many hard days for you. But by tomorrow night we’ll be back in our bed at home!” He took a drink from his own tankard.

Happily resting against her husband, Margaret didn’t respond verbally but continued to press her soft body into Franklin’s side. Looking at the sort of gear these wildly varying sized trolls had, she was as certain as her husband, that the beasts wouldn’t survive a real battle. None of them had armor of any kind and all of their weapons were crude.

Big Fin sat across from her, next to his son and they both wore steel plated helmets. The two trolls had a wooden club in each of their hands. Big Fin set his down as he made eye contact with Margaret. He spoke to his son in the troll language she had yet to learn, and the smaller troll ran off. The troll king waved at Margaret, but she ignored him.

This proved to be a mistake, as it caused the large river troll to walk over to her group. “This is good feast?” Big Fin asked as he glanced from Franklin to Margaret.

Rhaz held up an empty tankard. “Yea, bang up job here fish boy! Took ya long enough to come over.” Rhaz waved down a passing troll and asked for another beer.

“Come to my table with my warriors who go fight!” The troll king said, and plucked Margarets hand up without warning Then he huggd her and picked her up off the ground.

Embarrassed by being manhandled like this, she remained composed as best she could and gave her husband a surprised look, and silently mouthed "It's okay."

Franklin was surprised too, but Rhaz’s laughter at what just happened sort of diminished the offense.

Not in Big Fin’s grasp for long, Margaret felt herself falling into his lap as she was moved by his muscular arms. The table he carried her to was lit by dim torches instead of being illuminated by the brighter colored spores.

“Big Fin what are you doing? My husband’s here now, you can’t just pick me up and carry me around! And we don’t need your boat anymore. So leave me alone!” Smelling alcohol on his breath, Margaret understood that the troll king's inhibitions were lower than normal.

The large troll said, “What, we friends. Margaret teach me how to talk better and we do things friends do all week. Now we relax and drink like friends. Husband not worried.”

Franklin did mind. He just needed to keep it together so that none of his newfound allies turned on him, and so close to battle, he wasn’t about to cause problems tonight.

Since the only two seats available at the troll king's table on the far side from where Big Fin sat, Franklin and Rhaz sat together some distance from Margaret. With the poor lighting, this meant that Margaret’s husband couldn’t clearly see what was happening in Big Fin’s lap. Little did he know, the troll had bunched up the back of his wife's dress to expose her bare skin from her heels to ass before he sat her in his lap. The troll has also moved his loincloth aside so that the length of his green cock was now nestled between Margaret's warm ass cheeks and thighs. 

While Margaret was sequestered from her husband, she could do little to get away from the tipsy troll king, and suffered his intimate attentions once again. As for Franklin, had he been a more adulterous man, he could accept the attractive goblin's advances and had his own fun time.

Rhaz chatted loudly enough for Margaret to hear. “So anyway, I think you should talk to your wife about it. I’m tiny and if she doesn't like goblin pussy, I’d just sit on your face while you two fucked, you know?” She was clearly very casual and open about sexual relations.

Franklin wiped his brow. “That's just not how we do things. Surely you understand. Don’t you have a partner that you share these things with?” Franklin asked, not sounding too out of his element.

“Nope. We aren’t like that - figured you noticed that on Tiny the past couple days. I’ll convert ya yet. And besides, with the way that troll is treating your wife, he probably wants to dick her.” Rhaz took yet another drink of beer and laughed loudly. “Troll cum is strong stuff. I’d know, I’ve played with these guys before. You just gotta take precautions. Then again, whaddya you care if he’s gonna die tomorrow.”

Franklin immediately clapped a hand over the talkative goblin’s mouth, but all the trolls were talking to one another much louder than Rhaz, and none of them paid attention. The trolls were all far louder and far more drunk too.

Franklin whispered, “Watch it! I told you privately about that!”

He quickly removed his hand from Rhaz’s mouth. While he had it over her lips, she licked his palm and made kissing sounds. Wiping his hand on his breeches, the man had to admit that Rhaz was a gorgeous little package of insatiable lust that he could have pounded into oblivion had they met before Margaret. But he was married now, and happily so. He continued to glance at his wife, who put on a fake smile and dealt with her own problems as best she could for his sake.

Margaret pleaded, “Release me. Let me get up and sit with my husband!”

Big Fin was adamant about keeping her close to him. “Maybe I die in battle. Then I do not get you. Only fair I get taste of you tonight before I die?”

Dangerously aware of how close he was to the intended plan for him, Big Fin's words set off alarms in Margaret’s mind. She carefully watched her words, but felt compelled to indulge him. “F-fair enough but please, not in front of my husband, I can’t…” She looked down as the troll king's arm was wrapped about her waist and his thumb was stroking one breast. Margaret had parted her feet for balance as she was pulled into the troll's lap, and he had taken advantage of that gap. She felt the troll's hot shaft poking up between her thighs and could see it creating a bulging tent in the lap of her dress.

“Easy fix.” Big Fin whispered. Then he stood, holding Margaret off the ground with one arm around her. He used her and the dress as a shield to obscure his cock pressed against her. Everyone was talking with each other and multiple trolls and humans were milling around the table. Nobody noticed them leave.

He walked out of sight of the others and released her to stand on the ground. To her surprise, the troll crouched before her and nudged her feet apart. He pushed up the front of her dress and used a fat finger to push her panties to the side, causing a tear and destroying the only pair she had. His other hand was stroking his large green cock in the space between her calves. Realizing what Big Fin's intention was, Margaret used both hands to hold the front of her dress up to her chest and spread her legs further apart so that the troll king could get his taste. She hoped that he would sate his lust and then he would leave her alone for the rest of the night.

Looking up at the stars overhead while Big Fin started licking at her pussy, Margaret imagined her husband was the one doing it. The thought quickly disappeared as the inhuman tongue of the troll was nothing like the careful caressing Franklin gave her nethers. Her thoughts now turned toward her husband finding out, as the river troll between her legs was being very sloppy, and making so much noise with his lip-smacking that she was sure they’d be heard.

The worst part about this, was that Margaret enjoyed it. The inhuman shape of the tongue assaulting her was a new experience. So long as she didn’t think about Big Fin’s questionable oral hygiene, she could work herself to an orgasm. Experiencing his tongue - she didn’t even know what color it was - snaking up her thighs, under her, inside her, was overwhelming. Without having to indulge in the sensations much longer, she could feel her pussy quivering, about to orgasm.

Supressing her moan, Margaret's hips bucked and she squirted on the troll tongue just as Big Fin reached his climax. Having a mutual orgasm with the troll imprinted his aura into her as something that she could get aroused with. This tension she felt for days was gone. She realized that in the past day she was unable to avoid getting wet when she smelled Big Fin's aroma, or the sound of his dumb voice whispering her name last night. It was physical arousal and male-female attraction. She was thankful the beast was going to die soon enough so that she could get back to loving her husband.

After Big Fin finished spewing his seed on the ground behind her, he licked his lips and stood. He was kind enough to fix her dress and adust his loincloth. He picked her up again, taking her with him as if she were a daughter in his arms, and returned to the feast.

Seating himself in the same position at the head of the table, the troll king continued to keep Margaret in his lap, despite her wishes. But he did not touch her dress, and kept his loincloth in place this time. Unfortunately for Margaret, Franklin had to spend the better part of the night drinking and chatting with his hired hand - sussing out plans that they were both sure to forget as he fought off the beautiful goblin's constant flirting.

At least Margaret couldn’t hear what the goblin was saying over the loud, boisterous sounds of Big Fin and the men he was enjoying the night with. She felt his satisfied soft cock under her and decided that she was sick of being alert and conscious. Taking a tankard of ale for herself, Margaret gulped it down and let whatever else happen tonight become a blurry mash up for her to worry about tomorrow.

Continued in Chapter 4

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