Prince Gyllen Ch. 13

"Good Gods!" The blond carnally whined as he grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets, squirming where he lolled while he endured and listened to the goblin slurping on his snatch. "I had no idea you were so skilled at cunnilingus too!"

"Pshaw! Ya think I jus' stick with men all the time? That'd get real borin' real fast." Min explained after she momentarily lifted her still-girlish face away from Gyllen's groin to speak and smacked her lips clean of residue. "You should know that better than anyone, Goldie!" The prince was not sure if the goblin meant that final remark as another tease or just a simple statement of fact. That thought was shortly omitted from his mind, however, once the redhead went back down on him and made a start on her second course.

This time around, Min concentrated her licks almost exclusively on the blond's clitoris, grinding her piercing into the tender bean. The simple change in focus was enough to make Gyllen's beatific cries all the more ear-splitting, though the overachieving goblin was not going to stop at just that. She brought the index and middle fingers of her right to the prince's leaking, quivering opening then jabbed them both inside without any hint of forewarning, immediately turning and hooking her dexterous digits once they were fully imbedded into the prurient channel, locating the blond's G-spot in a matter of microseconds before proceeding to propel her fingers inwards and outwards with reckless recurrence.

The prince was uplifted to new heights beyond his initial elation, having to use every fibre of his feminine figure just to delay the oncoming, inescapable orgasm while he tussled and curled on the mattress. His two current most receptive points on his person were both being mercilessly mauled at once by a nimble tongue and even nimbler fingers, alongside his inner labia being stretched a little further than during his earlier masturbatory session. Min looked up without detaching her mouth from the slit to watch the feedback of her methods manifest in Gyllen's guise and howls, happy to know they were having such a dynamic effect on the young prince, even exceeding her own expectations.

Once she determined the prince was suitably prepped and that her own libido had abated enough as so there would be no risk of an untimely misfire, the goblin backed off from Gyllen's cooter, taking her face and fingers along with her. Gyllen briefly paused upon the revelation of being abruptly unplugged, silent save for his laboured pants refilling his lungs.

"What did you stop there for!?" Gyllen asked, rather belligerently, as he propped himself up, dropping all pretence of his demurral in the process. "I was so close..."

"Well, duh. I don't want ya tappin' out right before the main event." Min replied, standing opposite of him with her dick proudly poised, having not softened one fraction for that entire duration. "Now if yer really thirstin' that much to be finished off proper, then hurry up an' get yer gear off~"

At this stage, Gyllen did not require much more persuasion to remove his regal attire, unclothing himself au naturel in record time and leaving his ensemble as a crumpled pile not too far from his feet. Min made likewise, though in a juxtaposed relaxed manner, possibly a first-time occurrence for the pair. When she removed her flimsy, brown top, it highlighted how surreal the blond found it to see the normally stacked goblin with such a flat chest, finding it even more striking than the beefy appendage that had been growing out from her groin for the past while.

Once both of them had gotten entirely in the buff, the goblin commanded Gyllen to put himself on his hands and knees whilst still atop the mattress and face the wooden headboard so his posterior would be orientated in Min's direction. After he had obediently done so, the redhead crept up behind the presenting prince and placed her paws onto either side of his waist as she aligned her swollen member with the boy's defenceless inlet, having to balance while on both feet on the bed's unstable surface to even reach the orifice because of her small stature.

"For once, it looks like I'm the one in charge~" The goblin spouted her cliched line.

"But...you've always been the one in charge." Gyllen pointed out, looking over his shoulder to her. "A-are you sure you know what you're doing back there?"

"Loosen up, will ya? I've used strap-ons before. I got the gist of how this works!" Min assured the prince while she made a last-minute scrutiny that her aim was precise. Before Gyllen could ask her what in Midgard a 'strap-on' was, his body was breached by a sudden lunge from the rear. The only sentient thought running through his head in that instant was a surmise that the goblin had made her first move, whether or not he was fully braced to accept the girth yet. The rest of his consciousness was clouded by an overwhelming influx of impetus, and his hearing was drowned by his own sonorous vocalisms, though he could still faintly hear some frustrated grumblings in Min's accent amongst the discord.

"G-gods damn! Yer muff is stupid tight, Gyl! I can hardly make any headway back here...!" The goblin griped, exerting herself far more than she believed she would have had to, with the prince's pussy only barely yielding as her sausage very steadily sank into the fleshy vent, her front teeth biting down hard into her lip and her orange eyebrows furrowing as she could feel her restrictive foreskin being forced back the deeper she went inside the boy. Gyllen, in the meantime, felt he was being torn apart from the pubis onwards as the girth rooted itself and sundered his cavity, wondering to himself if this is what most females had to endure in exchange for wanton gratification.

The pain, however, was tremendously outweighed and dulled by the frenzied jubilation that was returned. Min had not even completely wedged her entire length inside him yet and the blond's muscles had already tensed to their utmost. He whimpered behind his closed lips on his scrunched face, holding the quilt's fabric beneath him tightly until his fingers bruised his palms, all the while displaying unwarranted muscular trembles, most prominent in his back-thigh area.

Min was relieved when she eventually did manage to make her shaft disappear inside the prince. The adhesive warmth enveloped her cock, throbbing and clinching down on the cylindrical occupier. Already her emerald flesh was perspiring, uncertain if she had the endurance to sustain the momentum up till this point. She took a minute of respite, taking a final deep breath through her nostrils before beginning the journey back. It was certainly easier for her to pull out than it was to push in, yet the vagina stull clung to her member like a limpet as though it were attempting to draw the whole phallus back inside, refusing to let it escape.

Regardless, the goblin pressed on with unsheathing her rod from the rose sleeve, looking down at the space between her pelvis and his buttocks to keep an eye on their linking organs becoming less conjoined as she vacated the vaginal duct pro tem. She then noticed faint scarlet streaks adorning her penis' surface. At first, she was fretful that they may have been burns caused by the sheer friction of strongarming her cock into such a narrow opening, but a second glance made her understand the mars to instead be smears of blood!

Min quickly put two and two together, not imaging that anything she had done up till now would cause her to bleed in such a way, she deduced that the evolution of Gyllen's vagina where there was not one before must have also resulted in the formation of an untapped hymen to go along with it. Untapped, that was, until the goblin rifted the maidenhead without even being aware until after the fact.

"Wow, first time I've popped the same person's cherry twice!" She guiltlessly chirped, even though she doubted the prince could hear her nor wholly register what had transpired, judging by his spacey, glassy-eyed, open-smiled cast. The only thing to sloppily slur from his mouth, as he was drunk on delectation, being the insistent chanting of 'again, again'!

Min, in agreement with the blond's mindless babble, refilled the perverted prince's pussy after another arduous excursion into his slot, emerald fingers clawing deep into Gyllen's white flesh as a way for the goblin to exorcise her tension. When she started her second laborious return trip shortly after her tip touched the human teen's uteral entrance, she noted that it was slightly less taxing this time around compared to the initial descent, at least to a point where it did not feel like her member was about to be ripped clean from her body by the receptacle's vice-esque hold.

The third plummet confirmed her belief. Gyllen's cunt was definitely starting to slacken and attune to the sliding pole's circumference, allowing the base of the goblin's dick to hit the teenager's privates in marginally, but perceivably, less time. This was further proven true when rearing and ousting her member from the sultry burrow yet again, doing so with relative ease. On the fourth thrust, Min was able to build up enough physical punch to thump her person into the prince's and garner a greater response from him: a sharp curving of his spine combined with the snapping his neck and head backwards to face heavenwards as he let loose a ribald roar deep from within the declinations of his diaphragm.

By the time the fifth lunge was made, Gyllen's cunt had completely yielded and adapted to the emerald monolith, allowing Min free movement to come and go as she pleased while still retaining a comfortably constringing quality. The goblin pushed and pulled erratically with her hips, trying to find a suitable rhythm with which to roger the prince with. The blond's own restless motions via backing-up his buttocks into Min's pelvis made it more difficult for her to get into a groove, but she was shortly able to find a tolerable tempo which even Gyllen seemed to follow along with despite his addled state.

The goblin supplied a steady flow of stabs to the prince's nether regions, striking both hard and deep with only a basic concept on gauging how rough she was delivering these blows, though it was not a particular concern of hers during the moment as she found herself beginning to undergo a high almost as extreme as Gyllen's. Their individual quaverings intermingled in the atmosphere, shortly followed up by a sharp yelp on the prince's part, resulting from Min failing to curb the temptation in sending a swift swat of her open palm to his bubbly rump in retribution for the desynchronised motions he was making seconds prior.

She did not raise her hand off the jiggling cheek straight away however, imprinting her lime fingers into Gyllen's supple, light-coloured haunch concurrently with the persistent fucking. Her other hand left the boy's waist to accompany its partner on the opposite cheek, each paw cupping its respective bun in alternating kneads. She squeezed and massaged them together, making Gyllen's bottom resemble a juicy, white peach, then uncoupling the buttocks to bare the winking starfish found in the valley between the two hummocks.

The goblin amassed and swished a quantity of spittle in her mouth before hawking the wad with deadeye accuracy slap-bang onto the prince's pucker. She did not wait for Gyllen to ask what she was doing, though she doubted he could currently structure a cohesive question even if he had wanted to. She shifted her right thumb into the cleft, pressing it onto the blond's saliva-laden backdoor till the entrance gave way to the dipping digit, thanks in part to the improvised lubricant and general, somewhat-looseness of Gyllen's arsehole due to all the abuse it had been enduring over the recent months.

The prince's groanings remained as vociferous as his vocal chords could allow, but dropped low to a guttural pitch as he felt Min's thumb corkscrewing itself into his sphincter. His entire being seemed to uncontrollably shudder from having his tenser pit fiddled with at the same time as his other orifice was still being mercilessly bombarded by the goblin's girth, while her swinging ballsack struck at his love-button alongside a majority of the descents.

After a small session of digging around in the blond's rectum, Min could feel the edging of her orgasm re-emerge. Though, this time around, she had the full intention of allowing it to take its natural course, believing she had postponed the finale long enough at this point. Resolving to make the pair of them cum before the minute was up, Min traded extra speed and strength for slightly less finesse. The goblin furiously barraged Gyllen's pussy, hunching over him and keeping her diminutive body close against his taller one to minimise the time gap between pummels.

The prince could do little but remain relatively stationary and accept the punishment being dealt to him from behind. He still continued to rock his grovelling stance into Min and meet with her powerful pounds, even if he could not reach half the rate she was going at it. Gyllen too was approaching critical mass, more than welcoming the recurrence of the climax he desired ever since the goblin stopped lapping on his folds.

His insides convulsed around the shaft as it bored into him without missing a beat, his entire body tensing as it steeled itself for the big, upcoming crescendo. Min's conscience and composure, on the other hand, was utterly overridden by her newfound testosterone-infused impulse to mate that she had yet to learn how to keep in check. Her instincts dictated her to breed the with the human teen despite having pre-existing knowledge that their two differing genera were biologically incompatible of producing offspring.

With the final few power strikes, the goblin embraced the prince from behind and around his midriff using her left arm with unprecedented firmness. At last, Min made her concluding shove with momentous fanfare, driving it deep enough as if she was determined to break past the blond's cervix and deposit her seed directly into his womb. Gyllen could even discern the crown of her cock just barely brushing past the apparent impasse of his vagina. Settling for the next best thing of situating just outside the uterus, the redhead announced her consummation by a fierce tenor through her gritted denticles. Her small knees trembled as her rod thrummed, ejaculating its first plentiful serving of spunk inside the prince's belly.

The sensation of the steamy semen pouring into a part of his body he never before even imagined he would obtain was enough to set Gyllen's own orgasm off. A mass flood of exhilaration spiralled through his fibre alongside his ultimate shrill of vulgarity that smothered out Min's utterances. His cunt tautening around the spewing column as if to wring it for all its heated juices while a small volume of his own fluids discharged from his quaking cunt while the goblin's loads continued to come with no immediate end.

Each successive dollop of seed Min jettisoned into the prince was just as copious as the first for the following five or six shots before rapidly diminishing down to few measly drops of white slime, eventually stopping completely only after the orifice had been thoroughly saturated and brimmed over with a hearty serving of prime goblin cream. Needless to say, both the blond and the redhead's energies were beyond spent, purely running on fumes for that final stretch of non-stop fuckery. The prince was the first to fall on his front onto the quilt, his face flumping into the pillow. Min followed suit, gracelessly flopping herself onto Gyllen's back with her entire petite person, her rod still firmly lodged inside the prince's person, albeit beginning to soften up knowing it had completed its mission.

The pair remained motionless in the afterglow. Their humid, sweaty bodies stuck to one another's as they could do little else but await their energy levels to recover, their strained breathing to regulate, and their thought processes to reorient. Min, with her smaller stature requiring less stamina than the human's, was the first to recuperate, bounding back onto her feet as she unplugged her thumb and member from Gyllen's worn-out slots, admiring her handiwork as her essence secreted from the gaping slit and stained the covers.

"What'd ya think of that then?" She asked, standing tall and proud over the fallen prince, with fists place pompously on her sides and a toothy grin flashing across her face.

"It was certainly...um...something different, I'll say." Gyllen mumbled, his tresses devolved into an absolutely frayed morass as he turned onto his side to look up to the goblin, then moving his attention down to his crotch to see the pale slime weep from out his slit. "You certainly came a lot. Is that normal?"

"'course it is!" Min replied. "It ain't uncommon for gobbo guys to have such fertile jizzshots. We breed like crazy, mind, almost as much as humans! It's gonna do jack-shit to you, obvs."

"Interesting...have you ever been 'bred' before?"

"Bitch! With a bod like mine? Not likely!" The goblin huffed at Gyllen's unintended implication.

"Wait, what's this...?" The blond thought aloud as a few crimson marks that blemished the sheets caught his eye, quickly running his fingertips over the stains to discover them to seemingly be partially-encrusted liquid before finally arriving a horrifying revelation: "Blood!? Baldr Odinson, Min! What did you do!?" The goblin's only answer was breaking down into absolute hysterics at the expense of the boy's alarm.

First thing the very next morning, at Gyllen's adamant behest, the pair sought out Zorya's office through the maze-like institute, their only inkling of where it was located being somewhere in the vicinity of northern-most spire, though reaching that specific tower alone proved to be a feat in navigation in of itself. For the duration of the trek, they found themselves asking several staff and students for directions, backtracking through kilometres of corridors, running up and down between the three floors several times over and mistakenly scaling two additional, incorrect spires until the pair finally reached a round door built from reddish wood situated roughly three-quarters of the way up the third winding tower they undertook.

Irritated by the school's inefficient layout, Min burst through the door with zero consideration for disturbing any potential occupants within faster than Gyllen could civilly knock before admission. At this stage, the goblin was not even expecting to discover the correct study, merely wanting to make a compulsory peek before moving swiftly onto the next room. Both her and the prince, however, were momentarily stunned when they laid eyes on the chamber. The rooms they had visited prior were shockingly mundane when compared to the exotic artefacts on display in this particular office:

An intricate, ticking dwarven-made timepiece constructed from bronze and mounted on the wall, a complete, traditional orcish shaman's costume complete with a horse-skin drum dressed on a mannequin, and a lotus tree sapling sitting in the corner, emitting a mild sedative fragrance, were amongst the only things Gyllen was able to identify. For a majority of the rest of the uncanny exhibited items, their functions were utterly unknown to him, let alone their origins.

On the other side of the showcase and behind a marble bureau sat someone with locks of snowy, fluorescent white which coiled well past their shoulders and even sprung out from the sides of their head in all manner of directions. They were flanked on either side by pyramids of scrolls and grimoires while they diligently scribbled on a page of parchment with a long, twined, rainbow-hued quill, apparently unphased by Min's sudden breach. They sported discernible breasts beneath a cyan kirtle, evidently making them female, yet there was something about their face that was uncannily familiar to the prince, despite being unable to recollect crossing paths with the stranger for the life of him. He certainly would have had a hard time forgetting with an outlandish hairstyle such as that, he thought.