So a Couple, a Goblin and a Troll Walk Into a Swamp... - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - Goblins Are Smarter Than Trolls, After All

Ha, I started with nothing but an alchemy set. Found some followers, then a turtle. Things went off the rails for a bit there, but now everything’s slowed down. Turns out the folks back home always wanted to collaborate with the humans, so that was my reason for taking Franklin’s offer. Now I’m sitting here next to the guy, thinking about what to name our kid, while my kin show up to make deals. It’d been six months since Rhaz met Franklin, and she couldn’t stop thinking about how little she anticipated her life turning out the way it has.

Seated on a third throne beside Franklin's and Margaret's, Rhaz attended meetings with dignitaries from the human king, and river trolls and goblins. Today they were discussing how best to breed more gigantic turtles. Franklin had already heard the goblin diplomat’s request for information on how Tiny was raised and since this wasn’t his area of expertise he deferred to his new wife.

Rhaz replied, “Well, I didn’t know what Tiny ate at first, so I just fed him whatever I was eating. Sweet greens and fruits when they are small. The hard period for is when they get too big to fit through doorways. That’s when they’ll just wander off eating foliage all day long if you don’t have a pen. If you let that happen, the turtle you're raising might not come back until it’s as big as your house!” Rhaz’ commentary seemed to come from personal experience. In fact, Franklin knew that it did.

“So we just feed it a lot? That’s it? You’re an alchemist, you didn’t supplement your turtle with a potion to make it gigantic?”

Rhaz shook her head no at this question. “Nope, honest, I could have though. I’m not a monster, so I’d rather not experiment on my pets! That was true then and now. People however, are another story.” The goblin’s comment made everyone laugh.

“And you there, the troll’s dignitary.” Franklin spoke to a lithe, demure looking female river troll.

Unlike when Franklin met the river trolls, they had now adopted aspects of his kingdom’s culture, such as wearing clothes. Well-dressed, this woman was also capable of speaking the King's Tongue.

“Well, as always, Big F-, King Fin, has requested an update on Margaret’s pregnancy. Aside from that, he wanted me to tell you, and I quote ‘anything that my brother Franklin needs I can do for him. Kiss Margaret’s belly for me and tell them I told you to do it so you don’t make them mad.’ end quote.” Looking annoyed at the fact that she had this job, the female troll saw Franklin wave his hand, indicating her to approach so that she could deliver the troll king's kiss on Margaret's pregnant belly.

Rhaz grinned, “She and I got knocked up at the same time! I wonder who’ll pop some kids out first, I know goblins have shorter pregnancies but the human half makes me wonder!" Rhaz sounded giddy, no doubt hopeful that a goblin’s shorter gestation period would see her holding a baby sooner than later.

Getting this stud’s seed in me was one of the best things that ever coulda happened. Look at me now, all knocked up with a royal human baby growing inside of me. A shame I had to take time off of doing any drinking or adventuring or slutting, but hey, maybe those days are behind me! Rhaz never bragged to Margaret that she had one of Franklin’s kids in her, but she felt the stares from Margaret from time to time. It may have bothered the human woman that she was carrying a baby that was far less intelligent albeit much more physically robust than her own.

Margaret smiled as the troll dignitary leaned over and placed her green hands on either side of Margaret's belly before lightly kissed the pregnant bulge. Margaret bent her head so that could smell the troll dignitary. She loved that swampy-sweaty aroma and did not get many opportunities to enjoy it here at court. She placed her pale, freckled palms on the wrinkled green hands of the troll and rubbed them lightly before the dignitary stepped back. “Will King Fin be visiting sometime soon? I’m afraid with my belly so big I can no longer make the trip to visit him.” Margaret asked. “And I’m doing just fine, I can feel our child kicking daily. The alchemist and physicians both agree that I am in great shape.”

Rhaz adjusted in her seat when she heard that, opening the split in the front of her dress to show off her green, pregnant belly for all to see. Especially Margaret.

The troll dignitary glared at Rhaz - these two never got along well. “Well, I am sorry to inform you Lady Margaret, but he doesn’t want to cause any issues with your pregnancy. Additionally, since you can’t use any of this woman’s tinctures, I doubt that you would be able to do much of anything anyway." She winked. "With that, I’ll take my leave.”

The troll dignitary bowed toward Margaret before turning to leave. The goblin dignitary followed her out the door and the two were headed back toTrollville, as King Fin so sophisticatedly named his village once he was informed that it needed a proper name to appear on maps.

Rhaz slid off her throne. “That’s a real shame about you not being able to fool around with your lover Margaret. For real, my condolences. He’d probably crush your kid though, so that’d be no good!”

Wearing her outfit of office, which she got to pick out because of her high rank in court, she stepped in front of Franklin’s decorated, wooden throne. The dark silk garb she wore had decorated white and silver trimming. It was fashioned more like a tunic, with a split down the middle to allow her to expose her belly, and split sides that partially revealed her naked breasts that had grown during the pregnancy. The garb did not cover her arms, and was only as long as her ankles.

Rhaz climbed onto Franklin's lap and turned to face away from him as she rubbed her generous green ass into his crotch, glaring at Margaret all the while. “Say, hubby. You think you could go easy on me and the kid? I’ll suck ya off or you could take my ass for a spin again. You’ve wanted pretty normal stuff all week. We must have fucked what, twelve times in three days?” Rhaz was rubbing Margaret’s nose in her situation and loved doing it. 

Margaret huffed. “I’ll be in my room!” She rose from her throne and slowly walked to the royal chambers. Margaret was staying across the hall from Franklin, and by the sound of her voice she was in a bad mood.

That’s right, this is my man now. We’re a better match anyway! Rhaz had fallen in love with Franklin and she was all too happy and made sure that Margaret knew it. “So, hun. You wanna fuck right here again like after yesterday’s meeting?” Rhaz lifted Franklin's hands and slid them under the sides of her dress, placing them on her bare breasts.

He gladly squeezed her large green breasts and rubbed his fingers over her nipples as he kissed the top of her head. "I think I will rub my cock against your clit until you cum, and then rub my cock on your tongue until I cum."

Rhaz moaned, "Mmm, delicious, babe."

Everything from that point forward was wonderful in New Caltian. As the goblins and trolls allied with the human kingdom, they served as a buffer on the edge of the wilds and protected the human settlements. The trolls loved these incursions and the goblins lended their intellect to help the brutes repel various intruders.

As for how Franklin's leige accepted his new wife, as well as Margaret’s new husband, the king was forward-thinking and saw what they had done as groundbreaking. Franklin was immediately promoted to Duke. Other peers of the realm thought otherwise, but none would openly disrespect the King's decree.

Rhaz didn’t participate any of that lame political stuff. She used her new resources to spend her days practicing alchemy and teaching at the small school in town.

Margaret was the odd one at court now. She sent letters to Trollville, encouraging reading and writing of the King's Tongue for King Fin and all of the trolls. It wouldn’t have surprised anyone that the letters she received back, mostly contained confusing combinations of drawn pictures and arrows. But each also contained more words than the last. Progress. And recently, Margaret told Big Fin to only send male dignitaries, with an explanation that the last female dignitary did not get along with Rhaz. Margaret of course had her own reasons.

Franklin was in strong political standing as he had ever been. Since he had gotten Rhaz pregnant and not Margaret, he was looking to be the first human of a crossbreed with goblins. This meant that his child, if it was a boy, would have a claim to the goblin territories as well as his own. He did find out, once Rhaz’ belly started showing, that she had originally mixed a love potion into her lipstick. It had since worn off, but Franklin would have chosen to wed the beautiful goblin regardless.

The End