So a Couple, a Goblin and a Troll Walk Into a Swamp... - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Finding a Way to Enjoy the Festivities

Waking after a very refreshing night of sleep and dreams involving sex with a certain curvy goblin, Franklin dressed himself and saw that the sun was already poking over the horizon. The beams of sunlight were pouring in through the trees and reflecting off of the water, so he knew that he didn’t have much time to spare. Gearing up as he usually did, he also kept his sword at his side as he had all day yesterday. Once he was dressed and ready for the day, the knight set out to the location his wife said she’d be at.

For some reason I’m not as bothered today about what’s been going on with Margaret. I’ve no idea why. Maybe I just needed a solid night’s rest - I’ve been doing so much lately. Life really can be crazy sometimes. If someone told me a week ago I’d lose my castle, retake it, meet a cute goblin mercenary and have my wife ruined in front of my very eyes, I’d have told them to piss off. While Franklin thought about his current affairs, he made his way through the village and then down the back trail to where he saw his wife yesterday. 

Today he had to remain hidden, so he was careful and crouched low when he reached the reeds. Using them as cover, he submerged his waterproof boots in muck while he scanned the riverside. Finding Big Fin was the easiest to spot out of the three. He then saw Little Fin, and lastly Margaret, who was on her knees in front of the younger troll. Franklin didn’t have to guess - he knew that she was giving the filthy creature a handjob or a blowjob. In position to save his wife if he had to, Franklin realized he only brought his sword and started rooting around in the marsh for a large rock or stick.

While her husband was busy overlooking the situation in case she needed him, Margaret was currently so occupied with pleasuring Little Fin’s cock that she had forgotten that she even asked Franklin to watch over her.

Big Fin instructed his son loudly enough that could Franklin hear.  “Margaret still mine son, but today you see what make her so good! Maybe with human alliance we get you human girl?”

“Woohoo! This best dad!” The smaller river troll shouted in glee.

Margaret remained silent and Franklin was lucky that he wasn’t close enough to see her in greater detail. The pale redhead was caked in mud and cum, and she really needed to jump into the river and wash off, but she wasn’t thinking about washing. Fallen far from the height of her authority when she arrived here, she was hungrily licking at Little Fin’s crotch like her life depended on it.

The smaller troll’s dick was similar to his father’s. It was smaller of course, but it was also covered with more bumps and nubs. This actually made Margaret hornier because it meant that she had more nooks to lick clean before she would allow Little Fin to fuck her with it.

Since Little Fin wasn’t experienced with this sort of thing, his cock was hard the moment he spied Margaret’s naked human body. Then he had to walk behind the pale redhead on the trip to the riverside. With his dad keeping him in check, the upstart troll did a fine job at keeping himself controlled until they arrived. Once the trio stopped on the pebbly sand beach, Margaret was actually the one that initiated sex with Little Fin. She was so aroused and expectant for troll cock that her chest and face were flushed. Her hair was so muddied and mucked up that it was rather difficult to see that her hair was naturally a beautiful crimson. Dirt and mud also obscured the freckles on her face.

Smooching, slurping, and popping, were the sounds that Margaret made while sucking Little Fin's nobby green cock. Like his father, the smaller troll had a large dick, comparable in length to a human male’s forearm. Since she never had any of the elasticity ointment applied to her face, Margaret couldn’t take Little Fin into her mouth, and had to settle with running her lips over his member, fanning her tongue while she licked up and down its length. She’d been sucking the younger troll for several minutes before Franklin arrived, and the little monster was already getting fed up with the middling play.

“Need more, canna wait!” Little Fin said, and started to grope Margaret's large breasts.

To her surprise, Big Fin actually stepped in and pushed his son onto his ass. The father’s dick was also hard and stuck out from under his belly, as he had been masturbating while he watched. But he was more experienced than his son and he’d already been with Margaret plenty of times, so he had greater self control. Now that his son was punished for getting too feral, Little Fin laid on his back, cowering a bit, knowing full well his dad would punish him.

This was when Margaret made a move that Franklin considered so out of character that he doubted whether or not she’d ever be attractive to him again. Margaret stood and straddled Little Fin's hips, and used one hand to position the younger troll's green cockhead at her well used pussy, then slowly sat down onto it. From this angle, Franklin was able to see much better here than the night he spend outside Big Fin's home. Franklin could see just how important Rhaz's ointment was. Margaret's pussy was stretching wide to fit the large troll cock. He could see that her clit was swollen larger than normal. Unbeknownst to him, this was because Big Fin picked up on its rubbery nature and had been abusing it more aggressively.

As the scene continued to unfold before him, Franklin felt a bulge in his pants but ignored it. He also tried to shake the thought of Rhaz out of his head, as she was the source of his arousal, not the embarassing rutting of his wife that he bore witness to. Would Margaret even know if I left? I mean, she can’t know that I arrived. Franklin thought, but remained crouched nearby in case he was needed. The king’s even handling his son, I don’t think that Margaret has a valid reason for me to be here at this point. This is humiliating.

Admitting that made Franklin feel a bit better, but the smaller troll’s increased grunting and his wife’s increased efforts at grinding her hips down onto the troll's crotch were starting to distract him. Watching Margaret fuck Little Fin with fervor, he noticed that Little Fin’s feet were digging in the sand. Margaret's hips stopped moving and she bent forward, lowering her large breasts down to the troll's face. Little Fin's dark tongue pushed up between his wife's pale breasts and then the troll's hips jerked upward. It was clear that the young troll was having his first orgasm with a woman. Franklin had visual evidence of this as a minute later, when the young troll's softening cock plopped out of his wife's pussy, followed by a gush of cream-colored cum that drained from her pussy and coated the young troll's limp dick. In response to this, Franklin spit on the swampy ground beneath him. Thinking this was over, he started to rise, but heard Big Fin speak.

“Congratulations son, that first of many. She probably has new brother in her. But if not, maybe you father in a few months.”

These words enraged Franklin, but he pictured Rhaz riding him as his wife just rode Little Fin. The image of the goblin's sweaty green body bouncing on his cock kept his rage in check and he did not touch the hilt of his sword. Though he nearly did when he saw Big Fin step forward and plant his feet on either side of LIttle Fin's legs. One big green hand reached up to hold Margaret's ass in place as his other hand directed his green cock into his wife's recently churned pussy. The troll king began to fuck Margaret from behind while she remained bent over Little Fin. Forced to remain here and watch his wife continue this threesome, the knight grew from agitated to genuinely bored.

In the end, Margaret was as hedonistic as the two trolls. Hell, she was acting just like them by moaning and grunting while rolling her body up and down their cocks while they passed her back and forth. She would lick and suck at one green cock, while the other fucked her. Half the time, she was the aggressor, as the troll's laid on their backs while she fucked them and squeezed her breasts that were shiny with troll cum.

This went on for well over two hours before Franklin realized that not only did he not want to be here anymore, he didn’t need to be. Neither of these trolls were going to harm their human sex toy, so he got up and started heading back to the village. The moaning of his wife and her two troll partners rang out clear as day all the way back to the village, meaning many of the denizens heard what was taking place, Rhaz included. Franklin was overjoyed to see her approaching him.

“Oof, those wild animal noises gotta be rough on you. I slept like a baby last night, how about you?” Appreciative of the question, Franklin was about to answer when one of Rhaz’ hands slapped his ass and stayed there, rubbing it.

“I slept great too, although I had a lot on my mind. Actually what was stuck in my head is comparatively smaller than the coupling back there.” Franklin looked down at Rhaz who was smiling broadly. Once they made eye contact, her eyes narrowed until just a sliver of her purple irises were visible.

Over the next several hours, Franklin and Rhaz spent time walking around the village, eating, looking at baubles and chatting about all sorts of things. Franklin told her the story of how he fought in many wars and eventually earned his castle town. He talked at length about how vital it was for his country to establish good relations with new peoples like hers and the trolls. In the end he even detailed how he and Margaret met, surprised that the little lass was so patient and polite when he told her about it. Her typical attitude was playful and sly, sarcastic too, so this was a nice change for him.

She also shared a little bit about herself - that she was born in these swamps and got into alchemy at a young age, but ended up developing a very well controlled chemical fascination. Not of a mind for alchemy, Franklin steered their conversation toward her military exploits, of which she had many. Rhaz covered so much ground in fact, that by the time she was tired of telling war stories, the sun was beginning to set. She looked around the feasting tent and pointed out several trolls and goblins groping and kissing.

Franklin rolled his eyes, “Oh that’s right, another feast was happening tonight. Margaret asked me to delay our return home an extra day so that she could participate. Not exactly the same as she was when we met. The change has been so dramatic and sudden, I feel like the forces of the gods must be responsible for this!”

Rhaz nodded. “Don’t take it so seriously, you know? Look at the positive and what you gained from all this. Heck, if you wouldn’t have lost your castle, you’d have never run into me. Or the trolls. Let’s be real here, they helped just as much and they were a lot cheaper. Financially cheaper, not cheaper in the spirit of a transaction! In that sense they may have been more expensive... Sorry.” Realizing that she just said quite a few potentially offensive things, Rhaz apologized and then side stepped a goblin couple that was bumbling around, trying to strip each other.

Franklin smiled, “Hey, don't sweat it. I will try and have a good time-”

Booming out across the village and interrupting Franklin, Big Fin’s voice made a bold declaration.

“EVERYONE!!! This feast to celebrate humans and goblins! Many humans we helped not here. Those who are here, enjoy any troll lady you want!” 

Apparently aware of what was going on, Rhaz also shouted. “That goes for us goblins too! Feel free to poke any of them you see! Both boys and girls, we’re an open minded bunch!”

Franklin looked at Rhaz who grinned and shrugged before she hopped off a stump and went mingling. Confused by the abrupt end of their time  together and how unceremonious it was, the poor man hung his head low and immediately pursued a drunken state by grabbing one of the readily available cups of grog. As he hadn’t eaten much again today, it went right into his bloodstream and made him shaky at the knees. It was fortunate that Franklin went straight for a drink after Rhaz left, because his wife was still occupied with Big Fin. 

The giant river troll hadn’t had anything to drink yet, and Little Fin was nowhere to be seen at the moment. Margaret was currently slung over the troll's shoulder and Big Fin was spanking her pale, naked ass in front of everyone. Many of the male trolls displayed erections, while the females trolls were displaying their breasts to any that would lick them. There were a few attractive troll women, but they must have made up as little as ten percent of the population. Now that he was tipsy, Franklin was considering fucking one of them. He opted instead to slam another mug of grog once he saw Big Fin begin fingering his wife’s well worn pussy. That didn’t go on for very long though, because the troll leader offered to reward his people by passing Margaret around, though he still held her.

At this point, Franklin could feel many troll eyes looking at him and he started to feel defensive. “Yep, I brought her here for you all, you hear? And nobody’s thanked me yet!” Forgetting that it was the trolls who deserved to be thanked because they fought for him, the increasingly intoxicated knight stripped out of his gear so that he was as naked as his wife and all the others around him. This drew even more attention his way, especially from the female goblins who whistled loudly at the naked human nobleman and rubbed their green pussies in his direction. Their actions actually made him feel much, much better and he continued with his boisterous comments.

“You all probably never have had a chance to have sex with nobles like myself and Margaret. Well let me tell you something! We’ve got a whole kingdom, thousands of humans just like us! And today’s your lucky day, because we want allies like you!” Franklin wouldn’t have ever spoken like this, but the stress of the situation was too much, and he was drunk.

Luckily this sort of unhinged behavior was exactly what the goblins and trolls apprectiated. And Franklin's actions made Big Fin extremely happy. So happy in fact that he had to approach Franklin with Margaret still over his shoulder.

“Big man!” Big Fin shouted, the eyes of his clan all still on him and Franklin. “We make good team, river trolls happy with alliance with humans and goblins!”

The troll king’s words made Franklin seize up on every level. The troll still sounded almost childish to him, and the memories of the beast risking his life to help reclaim his territory did smooth the sharp feelings he was having for the troll. Stuck on the precipice of total acceptance and having a mad break with his reality, Franklin was soothed further by his wife.

“I know we look like a mess right now, but you’re all welcome to come to our home once it’s rebuilt and see what our kingdom can offer you! The town that you all helped liberate is a small city compared to what the kingdom as a whole can offer! And if it wasn’t for Franklin none of you would have had a chance to experience it!”

Her words did embolden Franklin and push him further from violence.

Big Fin apologized, “Sorry me keeping her to myself. Here.”

Franklin was surprised to hear Big Fin say this. Then the troll turned around and knelt on one knee so that Margaret faced her husband. Big Fin still held her on his shoulder. “Get wife to lick you, pal!” The river troll king finished.

 All the attended trolls, humans, and goblins cheered. The only person not present was Rhaz.

Quite drunk, but not so much so that he wouldn’t be able to recover after an hour or so, or fail to perform sexually, Franklin did what he felt he had to do. Naked like all the others, he looked at the green goblin women fingering their pussies in his direction. Then he looked at his wife, who was still a hot mess. Franklin stepped forward and directed his cock into his wife's mouth. Margaret moaned, and began sucking and licking like her life depended on it.

Getting a blowjob from your wife, who is bent over the shoulder of a troll was something that most men never experience. Franklin noted that his wife’s oral skills had improved. Clicking her tongue against his cock sent sharp jolts of pleasure up his spine. This was accompanied by deep, deliberate sucks that pulled his shaft far back into her throat until her nose was pressed against his curly hairs. Margaret also didn’t gag, no doubt because she’d gotten used to worse. Resigned to this strange display, Franklin put one hand on his wife's head and scrunched his fingers in her red hair as he started to thrust his hips back and forth so that Margaret wasn’t doing all the work. 

From the sounds and the motions he could feel, the troll king knew that Franklin and Margaret were engaged. “Royal sex everyone!” Big Fin cheered.

Franklin continued fucking his wife’s mouth. She was letting out a series of moans, but also deep, hearty ones that really spurred her husband to take his frustrations out on her. He also ignored Big Fin, trying not to remember how much his wife had been with him and that his cock was being licked by a tongue that was recently coated in troll cum.

For Margaret, this was a welcome change. Her mouth was filled with the familiar taste of her husband, which did much to erode the swampy, fishy flavors that she had finally gotten used to. Her husband's cock was like a palate cleanser for her, though she also tasted something else. She didn't see his cock in great detail, so Rhaz’ purple lipstick went unnoticed. Margaret wanted to apologize to her husband for everything, but she knew that words would only do so much. So instead, she wanted to make sure that her husband could see and feel that she still loved him.

Minutes passed and Franklin’s cock was slick with Margaret's saliva. He teased his wife by pulling out almost completely so that she had to reach out with her tongue to beg for him to put his cock back into her mouth. The knight and his wife stared at each other, communicating silently between them that their union was strong and they would get through this. Before long he knew he was going to cum. Keeping that information to himself, he sought to be rougher with Margaret because of how she made him feel. He held his cock at the back of her tongue as his cock pulsed and shot a strand of white cum into her throat. She started to gag, and even Franklin couldn't bear to see his wife harmed. He pulled back and left the head of his cock on her tongue as he spurted two more loads of hot cum into her mouth. Margaret's lips were firmly fixed around his shaft as she closed her eyes to focus on the flavor of her husband's seed. Franklin’s cum was a much needed dessert for Margaret as it tasted so much better than troll cum.

Thinking that this was all he’d be able to do with Margaret, Franklin pulled out of her mouth and released her hair. He glared around, and saw that to his surprise, all the goblins and trolls were engaged in their own lewd activities - he and his wife were no longer the focus of attention. And nobody was judging him or his wife. Knowing this wouldn’t have been the case if he was back at home, he actually felt comfortable. Margaret gave Big Fin a pat on the back to indicate that the exhibition was over.

“Haha, there ya go!” Big Fin shouted and laughed rather obnoxiously as he flipped Margaret off his shoulder and placed the naked human on her own two feet. “Come on brotha’, let have Margaret together! Eat dis.”

Caught quite literally with his pants down, Franklin saw Big Fin reaching forward with a soft, wiggling mass of flesh that looked quite a lot like what was inside of the oyster Franklin found last night. Since he was drunk he was slow to react and he couldn’t backpedal before the warm piece of seafood pressed past his lips. Unsure of what to do, he swallowed the delicious, wriggling piece of flesh. Within moments it stopped moving inside of his gut and he felt re-energized with his cock stiffening up all over again.

“It’s not even been two minutes and yet...” Franklin was amazed, he sounded like it too. Along with his refreshed arousal, the still present purple oils on his cock were glowing very lightly and he started to find his eyes darting around so that he could spy on more goblin ass.

“Franklin...” Margaret, turned to face away from Franklin and bent over with her feet spread apart. She then spread her pale, freckled ass cheeks so that she could show off her holes. Amazed that her pussy still looked tight and inviting, even though it was wet and frothy with white and creamy colored cum, Franklin only felt more enamored with Rhaz for her alchemical prowess. Above her slit however, was her twitching, puckered asshole that was clearly lubed up with some sort of shimmering, pinkish oil.

Big Fin grinned, “I take front, you take back. She say she never fucked there, so I behave and saved for my friend.”

Over the months that they’d been together, Franklin had petitioned Margaret for anal sex a few times, but she was always too shy for it. It only took nearly a week of time spent with a hedonistic, filthy troll to convert her into accepting anal, it seemed. Helped along by the grog he drank not too long ago, the knight threw his hands into the air and stepped up to his wife's pale ass. Without doing anything special, he assumed the pink oil was a lubricant and he pushed his cock head into her backdoor. The red head of Franklin's cock disappeared between his wife's pale, freckled ass cheeks. Tight, but not oppressively so, he was able to slowly push his member into her until his balls rested against her frothy pussy. It was a bit more furry than usual, but that was to be expected given their situation out here in what was essentially wilderness.

“There ya go! Enjoy!” Still cheering for Franklin, Big Fin took his turn being the one who was forced to watch.

Franklin didn’t feel any shame after that. It all made sense to him now, that this troll never wanted Margaret as a way to dominate him. The troll really did just want to have a good time, and with no social component being associated with Franklin sharing his wife, at least not out here anyway, he was finally able to just enjoy himself.

“I understand now Margaret! I think it’s great that you’ve found pleasure that’s satiating you.” Franklin said, then lowered his voice into a whisper. “I’ve been fucking Rhaz since you gave me permission, so I know exactly how you feel.” His whispered words made Margaret pause, and he felt her asshole puckering over his cock several times while she remained silent. “And I also get Big Fin’s interest in you. Smaller bodies are so much tighter. I can’t wait to see how you acclimate to being at home once again.”

Had all of this been said with spite or venom, Margaret would have felt terrible. However, Franklin spoke with compassion and genuine understanding, at least on some level anyway. Rhaz was a clean woman, so he still didn’t share his wife’s eagerness to be submerged in foul smells and flavors. None of that mattered though, as he wasn’t forced to suffer such things with his new lover, although he would get a whiff of Big Fin’s junk while he was so close to him. 

Not getting a verbal response from Margaret, Franklin proceeded to grab her wide hips and began thrusting in and out of her ass. She was extremely warm, but this wasn’t as satisfying as the handjob, blowjob combo he was given by Rhaz and he couldn’t discern why. Still, sex was sex and his cock felt amazing being squeezed by his wife’s tight asshole. Being inserted into her backdoor instead of her pussy also gave him a unique angle to fuck her. His balls slapped her wet pussy loudly, and her fleshy rear collided with his hips powerfully.

Franklin felt himself being pushed back and found himself on his back with his wife holding his knees as her hips undulated, pulling his cock in and out of her ass. It wasn’t until Big Fin walked in front of Margaret’s bouncing form that Franklin remembered that the troll was nearby, stroking himself. In the position that he was on the ground, Franklin was effectively pinned by Margaret. Attempting to reposition himself, he discovered that he was unable to.

Then Margaret was leaning back against his chest, and her swampy smelly hair was in his face. She wasn't holding his knees anymore, and used both of her hands to splay open her pussy as a target for Big Fin's cock. Franklin realized that the troll wanted to fuck his wife while he took her anally. Frantically he fumbled with Margaret, but her feet were planted on either side and she didnt budge. All he could do was lay they with his cock in his wife's ass and feel her muscle squeeze his dick.

“I’m glad things worked out well for you too, hun.” Margaret said slyly. “I’ll let you up after you see how much I like Big Fin’s cock up close.”

Knowing full well why she spoke to him like this, Franklin just sighed and surrendered. They both knew where they now stood with one another and despite the fact that Franklin felt good at the moment, he was a bit perturbed when he felt Big Fin’s cock pushing inside of Margaret. The sensation of another man's cock slithering into his wife's pussy was strange. The positive sensations he was feeling only grew stronger when the powerful troll leaned into Margaret, forcing her head to fall back against her husbands shoulder.

In this position, Franklin could, unfortunately, smell the troll king as well as feel the heat radiating off of his fins. That trait was so interesting that he assumed it had to serve some biological purpose. Since he was having sex with his wife, he didn’t exactly want to focus on the troll, but the troll didn’t have the same issue that Franklin had. Staring at him like this was an ordinary event, Big Fin looked almost playful behind his ugly facial features and bulbous, rounded nose. Even his shark-like teeth were on display yet his expression was anything but imposing as his dark tongue slathered his wife's large breasts.

Dodging sweat drops from the river troll, Franklin managed to contain himself for a while. Eventually the aggressive movements of Big Fin, as well as the troll's orgasm got to him. Franklin began shooting his load into his wife's ass as Big Fin was depositing troll cum into her pussy. Franklin closed his eyes and imagined his dick was in Rhaz. Startled by this because it was so unrelated and unexpected, he felt  weight released as Big Fin got off of Margaret. He felt hot liquid pour out of his wife's pussy and coat his balls as she sat up and lifted herself from his hips.

Franklin stood up, and looked at his frothy crotch smeared with his own cum, Margaret's cum, and the yellowish troll cum. He could never have imagined he would be so close to her bestial lover. Franklin wiped himself off while his wife and the troll king continued kissing and stroking each other. Enough time had passed to sober him up a little bit, and he wandered naked out of the feastng area while everyone else was having sex. He was amused that the troll running around lighting torches was a very elderly male. No doubt the old folks were keeping the kid trolls inside and safe from all this debauchery.

He went searching for Rhaz, in part to get back at his wife in their newfound game of ‘who’s fucked who’, and preferably to do it in front of her. Franklin looked back to see his wife being passed around to other trolls. Even some goblin males were groping her, but the trolls were focused on licking her pussy and kissing her. It must be because they are sick of eating each other’s filthy cunts that they’re going after my wife’s. I think these guys might calm down once we introduce them to proper hygiene back in New Caltian. He thought.

Eventually, after searching for an hour, Franklin had sobered up completely. His wife on the other hand didn’t drink, but she was insatiably addicted to sex it seemed. She gleefully allowed her body to be treated like a toy and went from troll to troll, having her pussy licked as she kissed the male trolls and fed her large breasts to the female trolls. Franklin didn’t envy her on account of how many less than appealing females were having a go at her. No longer bothered by his wife’s slutty behavior, he finally decided to head over and see if Rhaz was on Tiny.

Because all the goblins who lived on top of this giant turtle were in the village cavorting, Franklin figured he’d find Rhaz somewhere in this mess of wood and scrap metal - it was a wonder how this structure remained upright in storms. Unlike the trolls, the goblins had access to various oils so all aboard this turtle-raft-thing were lit lanterns that made for a somewhat eerie scene.

“I hear ya walkin’ around! Is it lover boy or one of my guys who had too much to drink?” The voice was clearly Rhaz.

“I’m over here.” Realizing that what he was looking at was a bedroom, Franklin stepped inside and saw Rhaz sitting in a velvety purple chair. Across from her was the bathing area that Margaret had used earlier in the week. The goblin pointed at it, and Franklin, still naked, utilized it. Before long, he was clean and as good as new, except for the purple lipstick that still clung to his cock.

“There we go. I didn’t wanna have a good time with someone who smells like troll cum.” Rhaz said, as she applied another layer of dark purple lipstick to her lips, then made a series of kissing motions. She was also nude, but she had her arms crossed over her tits and her legs together, hiding her goods.

“I had to come and find you. My wife and I have come to an... understanding.” Franklin still nude, sauntered over to the seated goblin. “So you and I can mess around all we want to.”

“Good. I’ve been lookin’ for a guy with some class. I’m no traitor to my people, but goblin guys tend to be less serious. I mean, look how many are onboard Tiny tonight. I don’t see a single one, yet you came here. Just to tap some goblin pussy, I’ll assume?”

Rhaz’ words were playful, but she was also being a bit more serious. This made Franklin’s manhood stiffen straight away and she looked at it.

“I can tell you’re a serious woman under that playful guise. I’m serious too, that’s how I have achieved all that I have. But I also know how to have fun when I’m not busting my ass for my liege.” Franklin cleared his throat. “I really do want you and your crew to come fill out the vacant portions of my city. I’ve got a right hand man who regulates the city guard as well as political advisors - the ones that weren't killed anyway. We’ve never had a head alchemist, out here on the frontier it’s not an easy position to fill.”

“Sounds like an important position. Would I be able to stay in the same castle as you, by any chance? Maybe even the same room, or perhaps the same bed?” She replied.

“We would work something out like that.” Franklin walked over to Rhaz, his brown hair still wet. Stubble had formed aplenty on his face in teh last week. “The government I come from is far more strict than these small communities out here, but they are always willing to allow intermarriage or relationships between humans and new races. Especially if they are politically motivated.”

Now sounding very seductive, Rhaz beckoned Franklin over to her chair. “Well then, I look forward to getting to know you and your culture a whole lot better.”

Once at her side, the goblin nuzzled her face against the knight’s cock and kissed his growing erection. Unlike the handjob he had gotten from her previously, this blowjob was much slower paced and deliberate. She worked her sticky lipstick into his cock’s flesh, making sure to smear as much of the stuff around the head of his cock as she could. Her affection was slow and not overly stimulating, which was a nice change for Franklin compared to what he just went through in the village. The treatment he got now was what someone of his station deserved, but he knew that in a few moments, he was going to be fucking Rhaz like he’d never fucked anyone else. Not even his wife, who he cast out of his mind for the rest of the night.

Looking around the very drafty room that they were in, Franklin spotted a bed. His heart was filled with wholesomeness when he realized it was only four feet long - just perfect for a goblin or human teenager. He pulled his still hard and throbbing prick out of Rhaz’ mouth and walked to the bed,. He laid down, and both his legs remained bent and his feet were on the ground. He sat up on his elbows and chuckled.

“I was thinkin’ that I’d bend over that while you hold my ass in those strong hands of yours stud... Actually.” Pausing for a moment, Rhaz seemed to have gotten an idea. “How about you pay me back for helping that wife of yours by giving me the hardest fuck of my life?”

Allowing her faux serious facade to fade, Rhaz let her trademark smirk fill her face while she rose from the chair and turned away from Franklin. She put her hands on the chair cushion and spread her feet, finally exposing her freckle spotted, dark green bottom. Between her legs was an extremely soaked pussy that glistened in the light.

“If I’ve got to pay such an expensive price for the aid you offered me, then so be it. I’ll do my best.” Franklin said confidently, then picked Rhaz up without a warning. 

Intending to treat her just like Big Fin treated his wife, Franklin disregarded Rhaz’ initial request to fuck her bent over. Instead he sat down in the chair and positioned her on his lap. His cock stood up between her legs and pressed against her belly. She leaned back and directed his cock at her wet entrance. Then Franklin pulled her hips toward him, and slammed his cock right up her tiny box. She was unbelievably tight, but the knight knew that she had several human partners and knew how to keep her pussy from getting beat up, so he didn’t have to waste any time making sure she was okay.

“If you want the hardest fuck of your life, you chose the right man to ask for it. I will take this tiny pussy of yours and turn it into my personal cock sheath - how’s that sound?” Asking this with a dominant flair was exactly the right call, and it made Rhaz whimper lewdly before she replied.

“Guh, that’s the stuff I never hear from goblins! You might just be the one Franklin. Today isn’t a safe day, but fuck it. Make my pussy yours!” Most of the time when Rhaz spoke, she sounded feminine but in the same way that a tomboy looked feminine. Now that she had a cock stuffed inside of her cunt, that androgynous tone of hers was obliterated. Demure, squeaky words left her mouth alongside plenty of moaning.

Opting to focus on fucking his new lover, Franklin refrained from teasing her while he went about making her night. Franklin placed her hands on his shoulders while he gripped her wide green hips. Positioned like that, she was easy to fuck and that was exactly what Franklin did until she started to gush, squirting goblin femcum all over her bedroom floor.

The extra application of lipstick that was applied to Franklin’s cock was now smearing around against Rhaz’ pussy as well, working to imprint her and him to one another - which was her intention all along. Whether or not she’d tell him about the alchemical tincture she used to get him addicted to her or not, she wasn’t sure. The lipstick also served as an aphrodisiac, so even after her first orgasm, she was well on her way to another climax. The oyster that Franklin ate back in the village also served as a refractory period annihilator for the entire night. 

“You said tonight wasn’t safe, hm? Is that your way of asking for me to put a baby into you? Because it could mean that you want me to pull out when I’m about to cum.” Franklin knew what Rhaz meant when she said that, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Gahah, you already got me to cum once on your dick. And I want to return the favor and feel you cum inside me. Can’t do that if you pull out?” 

“Suppose so! I’ll make sure to shoot nice and deep.”

With this declaration, Franklin stood up and laid Rhaz onto the floorboards. She kept her back arched nice and low, proving to her suitor that she was an experienced sexpert. She also looked so much hotter in a compromising position like this, which fired Franklin up. He pulled his wet cock out and placed it on her belly so that he could see his ruddy colored cock against her green skin. Then he pushed it downwards and right back into her pussy, which was now oozing with white streaks of her cum. Clearly she wanted this, and Franklin wasn’t going to disappoint.

Using his body weight as Big Fin had with his wife, Franklin hammered into Rhaz. The barrage of thrusting made Rhaz start moaning from the deepest reaches of her throat and that was how her partner knew he had her. Several more firm and domineering thrusts came from him, and then he went all the way in. Hilting himself on Rhaz, and speared against her cervix, Franklin felt the orgasm pulse through his cock. His cum shot three times into his partner’s core and claimed her womb. As she was being filled, Franklin could see Rhaz’ ass shaking, indicating that she was cumming while he impregnated her.

After that first cum deposit of the night, the duo changed positions and fucked in almost every position imaginable and on almost every surface imaginable. Before morning came, both Rhaz and Franklin would be sweaty, sexually drained fuck buddies and both of them enjoyed it. 

Margaret on the other hand, passed out back in the troll feast tent, under a heap of filthy, cum spattered and grog-scented trolls. Between her and Franklin it was a toss up for who had the better evening.

Continued in Chapter 7

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