So a Couple, a Goblin and a Troll Walk Into a Swamp... - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Curvy Green Gob on the Mind

Since Franklin fell asleep much earlier than his wife and the troll king, he was the first one up. He may well have been the first to wake, out of the entire village and he wasn’t pleased at all with what he saw. Hoping that his wife would have disentangled from Big Fin at some point after their session of debaucherous rutting, he was saddened to see that she had passed out contentedly on his gut. Not on the bed, not in the silks scattered around them, but his pale redheaded wife was naked and sleeping on the troll's pimply, greasy, fat, green, heaving belly.

Gods! the way her belly is bloated, he must have discharged quite a volume into her! He won his prize and claimed it the entire night. He looked away as soon as he saw them, but the image persisted in his mind’s eye and he hated it. Thinking about the sight he woke up to was all Franklin could do. Margaret’s long red hair was tangled and dirty, her red and gold silk dress was torn into pieces and thrown on the ground. Her abused pussy was gaping slightly as she slept, and must have been stretched wide enough that he could have pushed his fist into it. And that foul, yellowish cum was dried and flaking on her inner thighs and was still seeping from between her swollen nether lips. 

Disheartened, Franklin knew that he couldn’t let this get to him and he quietly stepped out of the troll king’s hut - he had an awful lot to do today, and he wasn’t going to languish in despair. After all, he did have their castle and town once again, as well as two new alliances. Romantically his life may be in shambles, but politically, he was a landed lord with power and influence. Gagging as he headed through the quiet village, Franklin bent over to dry heave, but managed to keep down the grog and fish he ate last night.

Over the course of the next hour, the knight searchd for his two subordinates. He was unsurprised to find one of them bunked up with Rhaz. The beautiful goblin commander had passed out atop his soldier in the same fashion as Margaret had atop Big Fin. The mental images of his wife and that troll together flashed again inside of Franklin’s mind. Furious about that, he slapped the side of his underling’s head and woke him up.

“Allen, get up and go find Captain Blakefield. We’ve got a lot to do, I know last night was a nice celebratory feast for everyone, but we'll have bigger and better parties in New Caltian.” Saying the name of his town reminded Franklin of the safe word that his wife chose. It made his blood boil.

Allen rubbed his head and wrapped one arm over the half-naked goblin on his chest. “Sir, we don’t have lusty, lady goblins like this back home! Although, I guess we will from now on. You shoulda given her a lay, she’s fuckin’ fantastic!”

Franklin looked closer at the half-naked gobliness. He admired the green globes of her ass and took a peek between her thighs. He could see her dark green, fleshy lips and a glob of pearly white cum between them. The image reminded him of the troll cum seeping from his wife's pussy, and he rolled his eyes.

Allen slid the sexy gobliness off his side and laid her on the ground where she continued to sleep. He wasn’t the only one who had so much to drink that he passed out wherever it seemed comfortable to lay. Goblins and trolls were strewn about everywhere, some were surrounded with empty tankards, and some lay in pools of vomit.

With his two subordinates on the job to get some plans together for the beached trireme, Franklin managed to have a bit of leftover gator for breakfast. He also quaffed half a mug of grog so that he’d feel better about going back to visit Margaret. Hoping that enough time had passed so that she was awake and presentable, he headed back to Big Fin’s place to see how she was holding up.

Approaching the troll king’s house, Franklin did not knock, and helped himself inside. Having been out and about, the smell of the interior was strong. He waved a hand in front of his nose. Neither his wife nor the troll of the house were here, but the smell of their sweat and lovemaking lingered. After checking every room of the house and seeing that Margaret’s torn dress was still here, Franklin thought they may have gone to the river to bathe. He left the hut, and politely closed the door behind him.

Now it was midday, and everyone was starting to move about and begin their day, except the most hungover individuals. This camp of overindulgent whelps included Rhaz, so Franklin knew that they wouldn’t be setting sail today - Rhaz was the only one who could control Tiny. Accepting that, his worry for Margaret started to grow as nobody had seen his wife or the troll king since last night.

Moving more frantically through the village now, his mind raced. What if he ran away with her? What if someone else came into camp when everyone was still sleeping? Gods, what if the ointment runs its course and he splits her in two!? Would he even care if he did? The heathen was such an asset during the battle for Catlian, but this is too much. I wish we’d just sailed away from here! Gah, that’s not true. I could never abandon my countrym or my wife… Get it together Franklin, get it together! 

Mad at himself for feeling weak and doubtful, Franklin mentally reprimanded himself and headed down to the river. Strolling along the riberbank, he finally came to the portion of the river without a giant turtle or trireme, but what it did have floating on it was a large barge. Near that, was a small rowboat that was no doubt used to ferry trolls to the larger vessel. Atop the barge was a naked Big Fin, and to Franklin’s continued despair, his naked wife. 

These two were on the barge, and it was not moving. But Margaret was moving, as she undulated on Big Fin's lap. Moaning much like she had last night, his pale red-headed wife was soaking wet - likely from a bath in the river before climbing aboard the barge. Her red hair was darker and slicked back when wet, and it was plastered against her naked back. She also maintained the bloated belly he had seen this morning. Worried that she might burst, or get with child, he considered asking Rhaz for something new to kill any potential baby that was forming inside of Margaret. 

The most offensive thing to Franklin at the moment however, was not that Margaret was actively fucking Big Fin. It was that the troll was sitting there fishing. Franklin could see the thick green troll cock was stiff and wet as it appeared, and then disappeared as his wife rode her hips up and down on it. Her pale hands clutched at the troll's mottled green shoulders and she was kissing and licking his fat green neck. Big Fin wasn’t even actively participating in the sex with his wife. It appeared to the knight that his wife was the amorous lover doing all the work. Perhaps the only saving grace was that the pair didn’t know he had seen them. Wanting very much to talk to Margaret and discuss where their lives were headed from here, Franklin didn’t have the heart to start a fight while her mind, and body, were occupied. Spinning on a heel, he proceeded to head back down the path towards the trireme.

It wasn’t like Margaret wasn’t safe in the arms of the brute. At least Franklin could rest easy knowing that while she was fucking the troll, she wasn’t in any danger. A spiteful bit of Franklin’s heart wanted the oiintment that made Margaret so elastic to run its course while the troll cock was in her, to teach them both a lesson.

Once Franklin arrived at his ship, he proceeded to instruct his men that he wanted them to repair the trireme while they use it as lodging while at the troll village. They agreed, not that they had a choice, and he was able to head back out into the village as the sun was starting to set.

Having eaten very little, the nobleman wanted to fill his belly with a bit of something and sought to do just that. Heading to the feasting area of the camp, which was known as such only because it housed all the beer barrels, Franklin found a stump at a table and took a seat. He ordered grog and fish pie from one of the admittedly less wrinkled and dour troll women. This one shaved her armpits at the very least, and had large breasts that shook under the loose apron.

I wonder if I’d feel better or worse if Margaret hooked up with a troll that was at least conventionally attractive. I’d get that. But Big Fin was fat and ugly? Ugh.  About to drown his sorrows in grog, Franklin felt a hard slap on his back, causing him to turn. 

Rhaz laughed. “Gotcha!” She seemed fully recovered from her hangover, and was fully clothed, just as the day was coming to a close. “So how’d our lucky Lady of Catlian fare, hm?”

The question caught Franklin off guard, but this goblin had turned out to be one of the few people he considered a friend. Well, her and Big Fin. The latter was an awkward acquaintance because he got on well with Franklin. There was just this very specific situation causing problems. These problems were only seen as such by the knight, while the troll king thought everything was working out just great, no doubt.

Franklin lifted his chin, “Er. Let’s just say our original plan fell through, and we were lucky to have you to assist with the backup plan. Are you sure what you did to Margaret last night will keep her belly troll baby free?” Franklin asked, not sounding defeated in the slightest.

“Oh yea bud. And if you ever wanna have a couple half breeds with me, I’ve got something that ensures the opposite! Er, well you’re not a troll so I guess that's not an exact opposite.”

Normally Franklin would have been irritated with Rhaz's casual and loud flirting, but as he thought about what his wife was up to, he reached around the goblin's hourglas waist and groped her generous goblin ass.

Rhaz raised an eyebrow. “Hehe, Wasn’t expectin’ that lover boy. Getting pent up since your wife’s been indisposed? My head’s still poundin’ but if you really needed to nut I could give you a hand.” Rhaz gestured a back and forth motion that implied a handjob. 

Feeling that he had cause to enjoy himself as much as his wife was enjoying herself, Franklin agreed. “You know what? I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” He felt no real guilt in accepting such a casual bit of gratification. It wasn’t like he was going to rut with this little lady, so morally he was unshaken.

Rhaz grinned, showing off her straight teeth and attractive dimples. “Oh yea? Finally craving my curves?" She clutched her breasts in her leather bustier and twisted briefly to display her cleavage. "How’d gripping my ass feel? I bet you thought I’d be soft like your wife, but like you, I’m out fighting battles more often than not. It keeps my ass tight.”

Unsure of whether this was an invitation for anal sex or just a comment about how firm her ass was, Franklin felt a small weight off his shoulders, knowing that he was about to indulge in some spiteful pleasure. And like everyone else loitering about and having sex everywhere in the open, why not right here. Besides, maybe Margaret will walk by and see. He shrugged and started undoing his breeches right there on the stump. He turned toward Rhaz and leaned back against the table with his legs spread. 

Rhaz moved between his legs and leaned down. At the moment, she was fully clothed but only in her ordinary, form fitting leather armor. “Let’s see what you’ve got hidden away! I’ve been curious this whole time. I know for sure you’re not the type of guy who’s gonna have a limp tiny dick.” Far more vulgar in her use of language than Margaret or Franklin was, Rhaz said exactly what she wanted without a care.

“No, I’m perfectly capable, rest assured. Although I’d prefer to keep this relationship to less intimate things for the time being.”

Franklin was actually getting turned on for a couple of reasons. The first was that he never cheated on his wife. Not even when they were dating, did he chase another or fool around in another woman’s bed. Second, he’d never been with a goblin before, or a troll, or anything other than humans. The third and final thing that was getting him hard before his cock was even in the warm, swampy air, was the person who was about to give him a handjob.

Unlike his wife, Rhaz was a woman in charge of everything in her world and absolutely not shy about it. She had weapons and a mobile fort, coinage, and ran a mercenary band, and was in incredible shape, albeit smaller than any adult woman he had seen. She was talented with alchemy, a skill that Franklin did not know any of his peers to have. Her home was a gigantic mobile construct that even if she didn’t make herself, she found the cash or resources to construct. Hell, thinking about these things made Franklin ponder what if he had married a woman like Rhaz. Although these thoughts were still mostly out of spite for his wife’s actions of late. Pondering the comparisons between Rhaz and Margaret for a bit longer, Franklin was disappointed that he couldn’t think of many skills that his wife excelled at besides mending injuries. The kingdom that he was a vassal to, had been looking to assimilate more intelligent races under its banner. He fully intended to ask if not just Rhaz, but several of her soldiers would like to live in New Caltian to serve as envoys or liaisons for the other peoples that could be found out in the swampy, unexplored reaches.

Rhaz had slipped her hand into his breeches and pulled out his whole package. “Now I’d have to give you a pass for being a bit sweaty and all, on account of us living in a fucking swamp, but I sorta like my guys to be fresh from a work out. Most goblins tend to be a bit kinky in bed, but I’ll reel it in for a prude like you. At least until I can get you hooked on me.” Rhaz paused to inhale the masculine scent of the human cock and balls. “Nice. Hard already, too. It’s been a while since I’ve given a hand job so let’s see... Course, I told your wife something similar and she had a pretty hard orgasm.”

Even Rhaz’ hands were nothing like Margaret’s. The goblin’s were calloused and hard in spots, soft in some too, but she clearly had the palms of a fighter. Again, this difference served as a turn on for Franklin because it told him so much about the her character. He also noted the size of her small hands was sort of cute. Watching her attempt to wrap her small green hands around the ruddy shaft of his cock was surprisingly endearing, but once she got a good grip, she started to pump it with both hands.

Franklin exhaled and started to relax. Having both his sexual and literal hunger satiated in tandem, he was startled like everyone else around him when a loud cracking, crashing and then splashing sound reverberated throughout the village. Nearly standing up because of it, Franklin was calmed by Rhaz who put a hand on each of his thighs.

Rhaz shouted from between Franklin's knees. “Everyone! Relax!” She turned her focus back to Franklin's untied trouser pouch and prick. “I should have probably said something sooner, but that’s just my turtle! He’s a big boy, and needs to eat big boy food. He prefers leafy bushes but trees do just fine!” 

Rhaz’ acknowledgement of the commotion and her quick response to it made Franklin’s shaft throb when she repositioned her digits around it. She’s amazing. I know I hired her to fight for us, but the way she commands the room... Maybe she really does want something more? Her group of fighters would be such an asset, but more than that... Getting lost mentally in a scenario where he and Rhaz were married, Franklin’s thoughts drifted from that to what it must feel like having her tight goblin pussy wrapped around his shaft. She had offered herself so many times, all he had to do was ask. Still, he was hesitant and opted to enjoy just the handjob.

Stirring him from daydreaming was the sound of someone spitting. Looking down at Rhaz while she stroked his shaft, he noted that it was her who spat. Knowing what was coming before it did, the knight felt her warm hands were now wet, and resumed their stroking. One of her wet, green hands cupped his large human balls.

“I got a lotta potions for guys too. And uh, I couldn’t help but notice that you had a lotta vacant homes and shops in your town after we won it back. Lots of guys musta’ died for you right? Maybe me and my crew could fill up those places.” The goblin kissed the tip of his cock and looked up at the knight as she left purple lipstick on the red helmet of his cock.

“Bringing up the dead while giving a handjob, hm? Trying to kill the mood?” Franklin joked, while admiring Rhaz' green skin, freckles, large eyes and silky black hair. Gods she is a beautiful woman, and exotic.

“Eh we both deal with the dead daily, not really a touchy subject is it?” Rhaz squeezed down harder on Franklin’s prick, then opened her mouth to move her tongue underneath the head, and began licking it. She also kissed it several times, but her hands never stopped. Franklin hadn't laid with his wife in a week's time and he would have a short fuse. And Rhaz knew that.

“Fair point! Arghhh, cumming!” Hardly a quick shot, he usually had stamina to last at least an hour, but Franklin wanted to cum quickly and allowed himself to.

Rhaz knew that he had a lot on his mind, so she politely refrained from teasing him about his quick climax. Instead she chose to get a taste of noble human seed while she had the chance. She pumped the base of his cock while she opened her mouth wide and locked her purple lips around the head, which was larger than goblin cocks she was used to. The haughty goblin ran her tongue up and down his cock tip several times while his hips bucked and he spurted severel strands of cum into her hot, pink mouth. Pleased by the flavor, she eagerly gulped down the first shot of hot cum. His cock twitched two more times, each depositing his noble human seed onto her tongue. The amount of cum was also larger than she was used to.

“Coulda just ordered food if you were hungry.” Franklin exhaled as he started to come down from his climax.

Rhaz hummed and laughed while his cock was still in her mouth, making his legs shake from the overstimulation. After a few more seconds, she popped his shiny head from her mouth and closed her lips as she stood up fully. Standing between his legs, her face was level with Franklin's face as he sat. Rhaz proceeded to open her purple lips and show him all the cum that was floating over her pink tongue. Then she made an overdramatic show of swallowing it in front of Franklin.

“Mmmm. Your creamy dessert is better than the shit they serve here.” Rhaz winked at Franklin.

He had started to really become enamored by the mercenary, and could imagine that she could be a mistress, or more. Wanting to continue their conversation, the knight started to speak up but Rhaz was already walking away, towards one of the other buildings. Franklin watched as the curvy goblin commander disappeared. It then dawned on him that his crotch was still exposed so he reached down to tuck himself away and tie up. In doing so, he saw that his ruddy-colored cock was smeared with purple lipstick. Then he felt a strange, yet pleasant tingling down the length of his dick. He dismissed this sensation, as after-pleasure and Franklin stood up to head to bed. Little was he aware, Rhaz had mixed her purple lipstick with the aphrodisiac she used on Margaret.

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It was on his trek back to the trireme that he heard his name being called out loudly by some woman behind him. Turning to see who it was, he saw his wife approaching. She was completely naked and still carried a swollen gut. As she approached her husband, she lost her balance because she had no footwear. And her distended belly most certainly didn’t help her balance, as she fall into the grassy muck. Crashing onto her stomach right at her husband’s feet. The pressure of the accident forced the plug of troll semen loose from her cervix. Troll cum gushed out of her womb, and glorped out of her loudly. This would have been utterly humiliating for anyone, and Margaret started sobbing while wrapping her hands around Franklin’s ankles.

“I’m sorry Franklin, you can’t understand! Something happened to me, I must have been drugged, I don’t know! I just got consumed by it once things kicked off and before I knew it another whole day passed!”

Franklin recalled seeing her pale naked body bouncing on the green troll king aboard the barge, and felt that Margaret was the one who had to make things right with him. He still loved her, but he was trying to maintain an image of authority with his men and the new allies. He was extremely lucky that only two of his soldiers had heard rumors about what was going on with his wife.

He looked down at Margaret. “It’s one thing to do it because it’s part of the deal but... I just didn’t expect to see you lusting after a savage like that. It’s very painful to see. But at the end of the day I suppose this is on me partly. It was the deal I brokered, I just never imagined things would turn out like this.” Franklin cleared his throat. “I’m just glad that you’re not hurt. That’s all I wanted, in case worse came to worst. As long as you are happy and healthy - we have our castle town back. So before long, things can go back to normal. Maybe...” He had to trail off while looking down at the groveling woman that was still his wife. Kneeling, he hooked his hands under her arms and helped her up, but swiftly wiped the grime off of him that she smeared onto his leathers.

“I... I wanted to tell you. I feel guilty about losing control and throwing myself at this troll. But, I think if I were you... That goblin is cute. I like her, and I know that you do too. Maybe if I didn’t enjoy the sex with the troll, I wouldn’t feel compelled to tell you this, but if you have a chance with Rhaz, I want you to take it. At least until things are back to normal!”

Franklin was pleased to hear this, and it seemed fair to him. Mentally, he felt released from his marital chivalry, and could go along with the the goblin's flirtations unabated, if she sought him out for sex now. 

Margaret sobbed, “But I hate to have to ask you for another favor...” 

“Of course, my love. What do you need?” Franklin frowned a little, upset that this permission to fuck Rhaz was being given as a means of barter.

His wife did sincerely want him to have some fun even if he didn’t think that was the case. “Tomorrow... In the heat of the moment today, we were out on the river. Little Fin made an appearance.”

Franklin nodded at his wife, indicating he could piece together what was coming. The knight had met the prince of the river trolls during the seige. The younger troll was a good fighter, albeit crude like his father. They also looked remarkably similar. The one key difference was that Little Fin’s fin was actually much larger than his dad’s, proportionally speaking. Still smaller all around than Big Fin, Little Fin had some growing to do, but he was definitely what would be considered an adult troll.

Margeret confessed, “Big Fin said that you wanted to reward Little Fin for his efforts in the siege. I offered to have sex his son... ”

What Margaret said now was actually true. Obviously however, he didn’t want his wife to be the actual reward. Thinking about the current state of relations, and not wanting to sleep with his wife unti she was put through a shower, a sauna and a wagon wash, Franklin just nodded.

“So do it, I honestly can’t say that I’d be more bothered than I am already. Hell, does Little Fin have any brothers?”

Ultimately, what made Margaret go wild and so over the edge with Big Fin was Rhaz’ aphrodisiac potion. Neither Franklin nor Margaret knew about this at all, so they turned their frustrations towards each other - and Big Fin, in Franklin’s case.

Margaret explained, “It’s not just that I needed to ask you about what was going to happen, it's that… I want you to protect me again. To be on call if something goes awry?”

Franklin had to suppress laughter when he heard this. Life for him was getting absurd and he wondered if his wife even understood the stress this put on their marriage. Rhaz was looking more appealing by the minute.

Margaret continued, “Big Fin said that younger trolls, when they are having their first time with someone, they can lose control. I’d want you to do what his dad wouldn’t do, and knock him out with a club or something.”

He realized that Margaret didn’t want to have either of the trolls killed. So she thinks that I’d be able to handle a sex-crazed troll virgin and his dad if they started to fuck her at the same time or something? Margaret, what are you thinking? Still not wishing to hurt his wife’s feelings, as they were still a legitimate and politically powerful couple, Franklin kept those thoughts to himself and spoke more softly. “You’re my wife. After all, how would it look if I let you get harmed out here, or killed?” Asking this to reassure himself about what he was being asked to do, Franklin sighed and nodded.

Margaret licked her lips, “So you’ll do it? There’s also supposed to be another huge feast  tomorrow night. So... Could we stay for that?”

This question caught Franklin off guard, but the cogs in his mind were turning. Now that I’ve got her permission to fool around with Rhaz, that would be much easier to do with Margaret here and occupied with Big Fin and his son. Hell, if there’s another feast tomorrow night, that would be the perfect opportunity to sneak away with the sexy goblin and make her turtle rock on the river...

“Franklin?” Margaret’s saying of his name pulled him back to reality.

He blinked, “Oh, of course, I’ll do it. I can’t have you getting hurt, like I was saying! Then after the feast, we’ll head home the following morning and get things back to the way they were!” Franklin hid the ambivalence that he felt.

Margaret felt relieved to hear her husband's words of support and protection. “I don’t feel right being around you right now. You’re a bit in need of a shower yourself, but I’m a total wreck. So... I’ll manage in the village for tonight. I figure you’ve got a lot to do with your men and you wouldn't want them to see me like this. Oh, and the thing with Little Fin, it’s happening near his dad’s boat.” For a moment Margaret considered sharing what she did for Franklin to get the use of that boat, but she opted not to. “First thing after sunrise.”

Franklin nodded at her and then forced himself to give her a peck on the cheek, which he immediately regretted. Her hair smelled like fish, and she was overall filthy. She smiled and turned around to head back to Big Fin’s, Franklin assumed.

Retiring to the beached trireme, Franklin was ready to pass out. Passing his two subordinates on his way below deck, he waved at them before shutting and locking the door behind him. He peeled out of his gear because it was rather warm tonight and he didn’t want to make his lone set of leathers any filthier than they already were. The night was also bright once again as the moon was just full and it would be several days before its illuminating powers diminished.

Franklin sat down on the bed that Margaret had last used and was about to get on his back when he heard a slight scraping sound. Curious, he looked in the direction the noise was coming from, only to see what looked like a necklace creeping across the floor. Now more confused than curious, the knight reached out to pick it up. Dangling from the twine he held was the oyster that Big Fin gave Margaret. Not needing food or water because of the magic keeping it alive, the little guy was trying to escape the cabin and slip back into the drink beneath the trireme. Not knowing what it was or caring, Franklin cracked a window and tossed it outside, then got into bed properly.

The act of laying on the bed, trying to go to sleep that made his mind wander. Rhaz is so small. I could pick her up and hold her while I fucked her. I bet her ass really is tight, her muscles are toned, her ass is hard - I could bounce rocks off of it. Her hair, dark, short and oily, but well kept. I wonder if goblin hair and skin are different than humans. I never saw her wash her hair, but she always smelled good. I should touch it and see what it feels like tomorrow. 

Try as he might, Franklin couldn’t rid his mind of Rhaz. Images of her pussy flashed in his mind. He had seen it while she was laying atop his captain. Now he pictured her on her back, smimling at him with her thighs spread wide. Even the idea of kissing her was enough to make him hard. And once he was, the alchemically-altered lipstick that remained on his cock just made him hornier. Alone for the night and feeling aroused, Franklin did what any other man in this situation would do, and began masturbating. Only this time, he was thinking exclusively of Rhaz - Margaret didn’t even creep into his mind.

That was, of course, the little lady’s plan all along. From the moment she took payment from Franklin and heard about his bargain with the troll king, she’d been thinking about how to hook up with the nobleman - a human worth a damn. If the married couple continued to rely on the goblin for assistance of any kind, Rhaz was going to get exactly what she wanted, and a whole lot more.

Spending his last waking moments fantasizing about goblin pussy, ass, and tits, Franklin imagined cumming inside of Rhaz’ hairless, freckle-spotted sex, while he spurted his actual load into the bed sheets.

Continued in Chapter 6

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