Princess Constance Meets the Goblin

The princess was trembling visibly on her knees, her eyes pinned to the big goblin dick she held delicately, almost reverently, in her hands. The urge to do more than hold the hot prick was eating away at her sanity and restraint, yet she would do no more than touch it unless her king allowed it. She was panting, needy, her breath misting in the air before her half-opened mouth.

'Please...' murmured Princess Clara, the single word was all she could manage as she was barraged by the overwhelming pleasures of having both of her nipples suckled and seeing and smelling the goblin's throbbing cock held within her right hand. She did not know what to do, yet she knew she had to do something, and she uttered the two words that would come to define their odd relationship in the days to come, '...my king...'

'I like that,' the goblin mulled the title in his green little mind, 'Keep calling me that.'

Retreating from the princess' tortured nipples for a moment and applying one long parting lick to each puffy teat, the goblin gave a brief look around, 'Do you have a stool, wench?'

Princess Clara shook her head, panting, thoughts cloudy from sheer arousal, 'I do not...'

'Mhh...' the goblin murmured and looked around, only to spot a pile of books sitting on the modest nightstand beside the princess' bed, 'Those will do. Get them.' he said, pointing.

'B-but those are...'

'I said get them!' the goblin barked, loud enough to cause the naked princess to flinch yet not so loud as to not get drowned out by the heavy rain pouring outside.

Princess Clara nodded meekly, and half-crawled, half-reached for the heavy tomes she'd set aside for reading that night. Her long reach allowed her to stay largely in front of the goblin, causing her heavy breasts to sway and jiggle with her movements, and she laid the books down on the ground before her where the goblin pointed with one overly long finger.

The tomes were thick and heavy, and smelled of ancient parchment, priceless knowledge, and depthless wisdom. The goblin stood upon them with his bare feet to get his hard prick level with the princess' breasts, 'Press those wonderful tits of yours on either side of my cock, wench.' the goblin said before letting out a low moan when the princess did so, barely able to contain her enormous tits with her dainty hands but she fully enveloped that green prick with those breasts with skin of alabaster.

'Y-yes my king...'

'Spit on my cock, princess, and slowly move your tits back and forth.' the goblin ordered, watching with lustful eyes as the princess did as she was told, clumsily trying to spit but only getting a long line of drool to fall from her perfect lips down to the line where goblin cock met princess tits. He laughed, of course, and shook his head, admonishing her with a waggling finger, before he spat a stinking glob of his own saliva on her tits and he started to fuck those wonderful melons with ponderous thrusts of his muscular hips.

'Mnf, yeah, that's right, princess,' the goblin muttered, 'Don't look away. Look at me while I fuck your titties.' he said, licking his dark green lips as he grunted and groaned in satisfaction when the lovely princess turned those lovelier eyes at him bashfully. A large streak of red crossed her face, the hue of absolute embarrassment and arousal, her perfect lips parted just slightly as she let out the heavy breaths of one deep in pleasure and excitement.

Princess Clara dared to look down and saw the goblin's cockhead popping in and out of her cleavage, the mix of their saliva causing wet clicking and sliding sounds. More translucent fluids dribbled from the goblin's prick, smearing all across her smooth cleavage and releasing subtle and unsubtle smells that bit deep and teased forth long, low pulses of arousal that swelled within her loins.

It looked fluid, the goblin's pumping, and her unblemished skin allowed the goblin cock to slide up and down the smooth depths of her cleavage easily, the slippery fluids doing nothing but allowing the goblin's dick to slide effortlessly as she was titty-fucked.

She did not want to say, for she did not know if it was her place, but her groin burned with an urgency she had never known, and she did her best to keep her hands pressing her breasts against this goblin's thrusting cock when the only thing they wanted to do at the moment was to stroke at her pussy and sate this profound and burning need that was completely consuming every iota of her being. She wanted to very much to lay back and spread her legs and rub at the aching lust that occupied her mind, to banish the burgeoning monster that was driving her to the edge of her wits and threatening to take over her body if left unsated for much longer.

Her hot breath washed over the goblin's cock, and she was absolutely mesmerized by its form, the way its pointed end was perfect for penetrating tight folds, and how each bulbous growth was... her mind ran wild with images of her and the goblin yet none of them made any sense. None of the books she had ever read went beyond stating that married couples had "known each other" and all she knew in this very moment was that she wanted him. She wanted the goblin.

She leaned over just a bit and swiped her tongue across the bulbous head and tasted for the first time cockflesh and the sexual fluids that were so rich and ripe with sex. Designed purely for the opposite sex alone, the taste drove the innocent princess even deeper into the madness of lust, her animalistic faculties driven to the very edges and coloring everything she saw in a haze of primordial lust.

The goblin noticed this, of course, and he grabbed a tight hold of her golden locks and guided her head closer towards his throbbing, precum-covered prick and was pleasantly surprised when she princess began to lick and kiss all over the monstrous goblin prick, a prick that was sure to taste royal pussy very, very soon. His balls were overfull of his virile seed that would soon be spilled within the fertile confines of this princess' virgin womb.

He stepped off his makeshift stool, the tomes creaking as if in relief, before settling down on a bed that would have made any a weary warrior fall instantly into a deep, deep slumber for its softness. Not taking his beady eyes off the princess, he reclined while propping his scarred upper body with his elbows and watched, the princess, ever dutiful, went right back to smothering his throbbing dick with kisses and long, slow licks without even being told. That pleased him greatly and he sounded out a low, satisfied growl.

Princess Clara couldn't help but be consumed by the lusts inflaming her mind and body as she dragged her tongue and kissable pink lips all over this goblin's mighty cock. She tasted various flavors on its peculiarly-colored skin, some bitter, others salty, all of it spread thickly over her tongue or clung to her lips and served only to drive her deeper and further into the corridors of lust for this goblin.

She tilted the his prick towards her mouth and used her tongue to follow a sticky trail of delicious cock fluids all the way up to the engorged urethra. Two fat nubs of flesh pulsated at the end, gleaming and sticky with the goblin's precum, and she sealed her lips over the crown before suckling on it noisily. The sticky stream of fluids stuck to her tongue and insides of her mouth, and as she suckled greedily, she found them in warm abundance. It tasted awful but was wholly addicting. How such a contradiction could exist in the goddess' green earth was beyond the princess' understanding or care, for all she desired now was to more. Always more.

She took a hold of one of those pendulous goblin balls in one hand as she continued to bathe Tellok's dick in her kisses and licks even as her right hand ventured down to stroke and caress at her achingly wet pussy.

Her fingertips touched wetness between her cunt lips and she felt nothing but ecstasy when she began to rub around the wet cunt that was absolutely begging to be filled. She looked at Tellok's cock, spying the pointed end and bulbous head, and felt the wet tightness of her cunt with her right hand and let her imagination fly. She vaguely understood, then, what was going to happen and where this goblin cock was destined to go, and she found that she simply could not wait any longer.

'Please... Master Tellok...' she looked to him, eyes hazy and cheeks flushed crimson with effort and arousal, practically begging inasmuch as a princess was allowed to. Her tongue practically hung past her lips, coated in the goblin's precum its flavor driving her mad with lust like a bitch in heat, '...my king...'

'Come,' the goblin said, pushing himself back further along the bed yet still resting largely on his back, 'sit and spread your legs. Show me your cunt, wench, and beg your king to give you what you want

Princess Clara did not hesitate, addled with sexual lust as she was, and quickly clambered upon the bed. She sat down opposite him and spread her legs wide, showing a pussy that was absolutely drenched in her own juices with lips that were puffy and engorged with blood. The thick plume of blonde pubes around it was matted practically brown with her pussy residue, "Y-yes... my king.'

'Spread your cunt using your fingers.' The goblin hissed, stroking up and down the length of his magnificent cock, the rod twitching in excited spasms and he spied the princess' eyes following the movements of his hand while biting down on her bottom lip. She nodded and used both hands to spread her cunt lips apart and Tellok could see the slick interior of her virgin pussy, its folds and planes gleaming wet from her painfully obvious excitement.

The goblin licked his dry lips with a purple tongue and waved his throbbing dick back and forth and stroking up and down its girthy length, almost bursting out in giggling glee as he saw the princess' eyes hungrily following the motions of his dick while she kept her cunt lips spread apart like an obedient hussy, 'Do you want it...?' The goblin asked, giving his cock a few vigorous pumps with his hand and causing a spray of stinking precum to shoot out from the bulbous end, to which the eager princess let out tortured groaning and squealing sounds as she squirmed on the spot. Her pussy suddenly looked a million times wetter and puffier when the goblin spoke.

'Come, then, wench,' he said, his voice hoarse as he waved the horny princess over with his other hand, 'and I'll show you why they call me "Tellok of the Magic Cock."'

Princess Clara Constance, youngest and only daughter of the ancient bloodline of the Constance House, the one betrothed to Prince Erik Fairpeach and easily one of the foremost beauties of the Five, an intelligent, honest, and in every sense of the word a good person, came crawling on her hands and knees towards the reclining goblin, her eyes locked on his green dick like it was the last drop of water in all of existence while she lay dying of thirst in the middle of a desert.

'That's it, straddle my waist like you would when riding a horse,' the goblin murmured, crooning the words out even as he guided the lust-addled princess with a hand to her waist, his other hand gripping the base of his cock and aiming the bulbous head at her dripping cunt like an arrow towards an enemy's heart, 'that's a good wench. Now, slowly lower yourself.'

The coarse touch of the goblin's skin on her thighs was electric, sending shivers up and down her spine. Not a single soul had ever seen her flesh exposed beneath her neck, for her choice of clothing was always modest and never outlandish or adventurous by any standard. That a goblin was now between her legs as she straddled his powerfully-built hips would have been downright unthinkable to her just a few hours ago but the ebb and flow of life and its constituents had always been a mystery to the princess, and now she was swept up in the heat of the moment, a willing victim to lust's fickle desires.

Princess Clara struggled to do as he said, owing to her ponderous breasts, such motions and movements her king commanded her to do not something she had ever done before, yet as she looked down at him through half-lidded eyes she felt something. She felt the urge and the need to follow him, to please him, and to obey his every single word and so she did.

The princess leaned back and pinned her weight on her arms as she lowered her hips slowly, gently. She felt the goblin's dick for the very first time against her wet pussy, causing her to gasp and let out a few soft moans as the touch was electric, the pleasure blinding, 'Master Tellok...' she gasped, unable to say anything else as she kept lowering her hips in abeyance of her better judgment. The green cock would press into her wet hole yet the slippery touch of her skin would cause it to pop away in her clumsy attempts to obey the goblin's instructions.

She bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood, as this went on for the longest of untold moments that nearly saw the eager princess cast all caution aside and simply thrash at him like an animal let loose. Her instincts told her she wanted something yet she could not possibly know what that something was.

The goblin was the epitome of patience, however, and she dared to look down at him. His gaze was predatory, those slit eyes of his flickering over her most intimate of places and she could not help but her heart felt drawn to this specimen of masculinity, her first taste of the opposite sex in such a fashion.

The princess felt exposed, vulnerable, her every flaw laid bare for his eyes yet the way he drank it all in like the finest wine and savored her imperfect body invigorated her heart and mind such that she felt like she was willing to do anything for this goblin.

Her pussy, so thoroughly soaked and dripping juices down the goblin's cock, soon found itself stretching almost painfully over the bulbous, knobby head, and the princess shuddered whilst letting out another low moan of pleasure that was barely drowned out by the loud pattering of rain. She tried her very best to keep her hips moving straight down and was rewarded for her efforts when she felt the rest of the knobby head pushing into her cunt with a lewd slide, soon followed by the goblin's girthy green shaft.

Princess Clara couldn't help but pull her head back and scream out in a mix of joy and pleasure, her body shaking to random spasms as her first ever orgasm ripped through her young, nubile body. Her mind was bathed in the purest form of pleasure and her joints locked up and her muscles felt as if they were on fire but, by the goddess, did it feel good.

More than feeling good, it felt right.

That's not to say it didn't hurt. It hurt, by the goddess, did it hurt. His cock's sheer width just split her apart and fire and pain mixed in with the obscene pleasure at having her pussy penetrated for the first time. She couldn't help but pause, then, as she was somewhat fearful of sliding down and taking more of his shaft into her, but neither did she want to pull away from his cock with how right it felt to have it inside of her.

Princess Clara turned her eyes down and tried to see what it looked like to have goblin cock stretching her pink pussy and she bit down on her lip when she looked past her mound and saw a portion of his shaft sticking out of her wet cunt. She didn't see any blood, and she didn't expect any either, for an ill-advised, and adventurous horse ride had taken that away from her a number of years ago. That had been a terrifying case when she saw blood staining her clothes, yet her handmaidens had put her worries at ease when she took the matter up with them.

The princess didn't know what to do next, and she was stuck at an awkward position, easing herself forward and ponderously squat-straddling the goblin's hips, but she soon found that she didn't have to think much of that after. Tellok took a hold of her waist and began to guide her up and down along his cock, easing the now-deflowered princess into the art of riding big, fat, goblin dick. His hands, spindly as they were, were imbued with the strength of one who'd swung heavy swords and pushed steel daggers deep into enemy flesh all through his life. The brutal scars on his flesh were a testament to that life and they did nothing to stifle the arousal Princess Clara felt, doing the exact opposite as she ran her fingertips over the pronounced ridges of his scars.

His arms, long accustomed to bearing his heavily battered shield and whatever loot he'd scavenged from whatever battlefield he was fortunate enough to walk away from, easily carried the princess' lithe frame and forced her to dance to whatever pleasured tune it was that caused his prick the most pleasure.

Her cunt squeezed almost painfully tight around of his cock, and for the goblin, the sensation of having wet royal pussy enveloping his prick was second to none. Suffice to say, virgin pussy was the best feeling in the world, but willing virgin royal pussy left the goblin thinking that if he were to die after dumping his load of goblin sperm in this princess' ripe womb he would surely leave this world with no regrets whatsoever and face his creator with chest puffed up, having achieved the greatest thing a goblin conceivably could.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Princess Clara couldn't help but feel her face contorting into all sorts of lewd expressions as her hips began to rock up and down of their own volition before long, each spasmic twitch of her thighs causing her to slide downward to meet each of those enthusiastic upward thrusts that the goblin swung up to meet her. Her hands dug into the bed sheets right above the goblin's head with a grip so tight they threatened to rip the expensive fabric with nothing but her fingernails.

'That's the spirit, princess wench,' the goblin murmured, eyes following the hypnotic sway and bounce of those massive tits, 'Try and do a bit more work, all right? Can't rely on your king to do everything for you.'

Princess Clara, spurred to greater action, began to rock herself up and down, easing each burning muscle to working life and lifting her curvy hips up with excruciating slowness, for to go even the slightest bit faster caused the rest of her body to tremble uncontrollably, until only the deliciously bulbous, knobbed head remained within her, stretching her entrance painfully wide, 'Yes... my king.' she gasped before rocking her hips down slowly and moaning out low and loud with a sound of undiluted carnal delight.

The fat head bumping into her tender womb caused her to emit a mild squeak and marked her slow rise on the goblin's cock, who lay relaxed and entranced as he watched this remarkably beautiful young lady in the earliest stages of fucking herself upon his throbbing dick, slit eyes drinking the sight of elevated royalty suffering debauched ecstasy at the end of his sturdy prick.