Misandra

Gob woke up well into the next day desperately thirsty but with the worst of his injuries healed. Without magical assistance, it would have taken weeks for most beings to get over the cracked ribs he had suffered but he had no idea that he healed quickly as he had no point of reference.

He staggered to the well and pulled up the bucket he had set up and drank most of it. He was sore but not so bad he couldn’t work. He had no idea what the time was so he made his way up to the kitchen.

“You look better than yesterday,” Graff said as Gob staggered into the kitchen and grabbed the chair by the fire. “I wondered if you’d make it to work today. Here, this one didn’t come out right.” Graff handed him a tart that had come out of the oven wonky. “I’d scarper if I were you. You are at the top of the maids' hit list right now.”

“What time is it?” Gob asked.

“Just before the dinner serving. Go on. I’m not making excuses for you if they catch you here.”

Gob made himself scarce and watched the kitchen until the maids had gone and only Graff was left. He sneaked out and made his presence known. Graff wished him a good night and left him to his own devices. He really hoped he was going to get a quiet night.

Barely two hours into his shift, just as he was beginning to doze off, he got a message. “Gob, I need wine and two glasses. Make it a white, I don’t want to spoil the sheets.”

“Yes, Sire,” said Gob wearily.

“Come now Gob, perk up and be quick with it.”

The Maou seemed in good spirits but Gob did remind himself to check his tone before he spoke. On another night that might have gone badly. He made sure to get the wine and almost ran to deliver it, not wanting to risk disappointing him.

He entered the room to the sound of laughter. He tried not to be nervous as he approached the noise. As he got closer he saw movement under the sheets of the grand four-poster bed. The tray rattled slightly as he put it down and the sheets of the bed were flung back and the Maou appeared. “The wine is here,” he announced to his guest. Gob saw wild red hair on top of a green face emerge as what was immediately apparent as an orc female sat up.

“What is that?” said the orc. She had a low and imperious voice and as soon as Gob heard it he knew who the woman was. She was the ambassador for the orc tribes, Misandra. She was a rare thing in orc circles, a diplomat. She had been born small and weak by orc standards and had used her wit and cunning to survive. She had established herself as an official mouthpiece for the orcs.

While she might have been small and weak by their standards by Gob’s she was quite imposing. She moved next to the Maou as she glared distastefully at Gob. She was not shy about her nudity. She matched the Maou in height and exceeded him in musculature. Her body was all defined muscle and her abdominals were a sight to behold. Her large breasts seemed as firm as her muscles and they were topped by proud nipples that were darker green than her skin. She had two teeth jutting up from her bottom jaw but her feminine, aquiline features meant that she was still quite the beauty.

“This my dear is Goblin, the goblin, the last of the goblins. We call him Gob and he is my night servant.”

“A goblin,” Misandra said with awe. She got off the bed and stood over Gob before crouching down to look at him. Gob couldn’t help but drink in the sight of her body and in the tension of the situation he couldn’t control his erection. “Fascinating, I had once read that orcs and goblins were a related species. I find it hard to believe apart from the skin of course.” Gob could smell her sex. She had clearly been having sex with the demon lord and Gob could smell it. It brought up strong feelings that he was using all his willpower to repress but he couldn’t stop his cock from leaking precum.

Misandra took a deep breath through her nose and she looked at him with a curious smile. “Maybe there is more orc to him than meets the eye.” She stood up and turned around. Gob watched her toned legs and large, firm bottom as she walked back to the bed. “Now, where were we, my lord?”

“I think I remember,” said the Maou with a playful laugh as Misandra climbed into his lap. “Thank you Gob, you may go.”

“No, let him stay and serve us wine while we mate,” Misandra said forcefully.

The Maou looked at her with an amused expression. “As you desire my lady. Mating is thirsty work after all.”

Gob watched agape as the orc mounted the demon lord and held his frankly modest cock in her hand. “Bigger,” she said and his cock grew to a more reasonable length. “Bigger, I want to feel you stretch me,” she demanded and his cock grew again. Gob didn’t think it looked any bigger than his own but Misandra seemed to be pleased with it. “Yes, that’s what I want,” she said and she eased it into her. The pink inside of her pussy in contrast to her green skin.

From his angle, he had an incredible view of Misandra’s pussy clinging to the Maou’s cock her little butt hole clearly visible. Images of mounting her and slipping his dick inside that butthole filled his mind and his cock throbbed painfully. The smell of this woman made it almost impossible for him to contain himself but he dug his claws into his palms and tried not to focus on his cock painfully straining against his britches and the damp patch that was forming where his cock leaked.

After a while of riding, she slowed and looked over her shoulder at Gob. “Bring my wine goblin,” she ordered and Gob picked up her glass and moved to the side of the bed. He held it out to her. “I can’t reach from there, creature. Climb on the bed and bring it to me.”

Thinking quickly Gob put down the wine, ran to get a footstool that was beside an armchair and put it by the bed so he could climb up without spilling the wine. Misandra was slowly riding the Maou’s cock and seemed to ignore Gob for a moment but she was breathing deeply. She then took the glass from him. Gob moved to get off the bed. Being this close to this woman was making it hard to think. “Hold,” she said, then she drained her glass. She rode the cock a couple more times before handing the glass back to Gob. He didn’t move. She gave him a sly smile. “Off you go.” He still didn’t move. He seemed frozen. “Go,” she said more sternly and Gob’s senses came back to him and he made haste to get off the bed.

“Refreshed?” asked the Maou.

“Yes my lord,” she was groaning and starting to writhe now. “Take me, lord. Fuck me like a beast, **** me.”

Gob was shown some of the demon lord's strength. His body may have looked weaker than the orc’s but at her request, he lifted her off him like she was made of feathers and threw her onto the bed. Misandra went wild and tried to fight him but she might as well have been a slight breeze for all it seemed to affect him. He manoeuvred her around and wound up behind her with both of her arms being held by just one hand without any difficulty although she tried to thrash like an animal. He pushed his way inside her and her resistance stopped.

He fucked her fast and hard. The once well-spoken woman was now a grunting beast. She had a look of wild bliss on her face as he held her hair, his hips moving faster than seemed natural. Gob was treated to the sight of her breasts bouncing wildly at the aggressive fucking but the sight of the Maou so easily controlling this powerful woman had tempered Gob’s uncontrollable desires but he still couldn’t make his cock go down and yet more precum oozed from the tip.

“Argh, that smell,” roared Misandra. “That wonderful smell. Breed me, lord. My womb aches for your child.”

The Maou sensed that the time was right and allowed himself to cum. As his seed entered her, Misandra went wild again, this time with an orgasm that made her howl. As things calmed, Misandra was a sweating mess while the Maou looked as cool and calm as if he had done nothing at all. He stayed inside her and gently stroked her as she calmed. “Goblin, wine,” she ordered in a groggy voice and Gob refilled the glass and got on the bed to present it to her. In her current position, it put her head at the same level as his crotch. She lifted herself up, took the glass and drained it again. She took a deep inhale through her nose, grinned like an idiot before passing out and falling off the Maou’s cock.

The demon lord looked at Gob and shrugged. “Thank you Gob. It looks like you can go.”

“Yes, sire,” said Gob trying not to look at the demon lord's cock which was still hard and embarrassingly close. He climbed off the bed and looked back to see the Maou gently lifting the naked orc woman into bed and covering her up. Gob then dashed back to the kitchen. If he didn’t take care of this erection he thought his balls might explode.