What a way to wake up

You've had every one of the goblin girls, when they all converge on your dick. It feels like they all are trading your shaft back and forth. You open your eyes from your dream and look down. Lips is lavishing attention on your cock, buried deep in her mouth. Apparently, human and goblin cock must react very similarly, because her blowjob is incredible. Your hips start lifting and soon you are pounding up into her awaiting throat -- you're fucking her face hard. It would seem that goblin sluts have no gag reflex, for Lips has no trouble taking your length as deep and as hard as you can give it. You grunt and fill her mouth with hot cum, which she swallows as fast as you can pump it. She grins at you and licks your cock clean, then licks your remnants off her lips. She says something in Goblin that you imagine is, "You taste so good."

Now that your head is cleared, you begin to put together an idea of what to do with your little tribe. On the way in, you bypassed a group of orcs; you think there were three, maybe four of those pig-faced cretins. Ten goblins and a mage should be able to handle them. Maybe they have an enemy they want to topple. But how to organize this bunch without speaking the language. Wait a minute, you realize that you've never found out if any of them know any Common. So, after getting something to eat, that's the first order of business.

Tits is still sleeping. You rummage in your pack to find some day-old bread, cheese, and sausage; trail food, but filling. You offer some to Lips, who cautiously snatches from your hands, and then practically inhales in the three bites. Then she heads into the room, away from the throne. You lose sight of her for a minute, then grab your wineskin and take a long drink. Lips returns with a haunch of meat. You look at it suspiciously, then can make out that it's probably mutton or goat. It's a little burnt, but you rip a chunk off and try it. It's not well-seasoned, but the meat is pretty tasty.

Tits wakes up and Lips feeds her. There's definitely some subservience in Lips' demeanor -- Tits is definitely top of the pecking order. At the end, Tits gives Lips the scraps. After they both finish, Lips pulls the other over to you and points at your sober meal. She smiles at Tits, who sits at your feet. You cut a piece of sausage and some cheese for Tits and feed it to her. She devours it as quickly as Lips did. Almost every act has their deference to you and Lips' deference to Tits written all over it. The dance between the three of you is an interesting one. You think Lips went out of turn in giving you a blowjob this morning. By what you understand of the hierarchy among the goblins, Tits should have had first go. You grin at her temerity.

The other goblins have roused by now and set about to get breakfast, some head to an archway in the back of the room, probably what they're using as a latrine. Some of the things that you see being eaten don't look like mutton or goat. Something rather compact and reptilian, maybe a kobold, is being roasted on one side of the room more toward the door through which you initially entered. The three of you share more mutton and sausage.

You stand up and shout, "Hey!" in a loud voice. The entire room looks in your direction. "Anyone who knows Common, come over here." You watch. All of them look at two of their number. The two leave their huddles of goblins and walk quickly toward you. When they get there, Tits sits at their feet. You look at the group, wondering why she is with the others. You go to the first goblin, suddenly recognizing Schnozz. You say slowly, "What is your name and what do you do?"

"Me nam its Dargal. Me its da shotter. Da shouter," he says back in broken Common. The shouter must be the second in command.

You smile a little. "Good, Dargal. My name is Tolin," you say, pointing at your chest.

"Tolin Kinga!" Schnozz shouts back. You smile and clap him hard on the back.

You move to the next goblin. He's one of the goblins that watched as Chin stepped up. "What is your name and what do you do?" you ask.

"Pyuk. Fight," he says. Dargal has a better grasp of Common than Pyuk.

"Tolin. Kinga," you say back. He grins big, showing lots of crooked teeth.

"Dargal, I want you and your number one over there," you say, pointing at Eyesore, "to talk with me."

"He Ookla. He think," he says. He walks toward Ookla.

Tits pulls on your hand. You look down at her. She says, "I am Una. I talk too." Now you know why she sat at the others' feet.

"Una, you are my number one woman," you say, making her smile and nod enthusiastically. "Go listen to Dargal. See if he tells Ookla right words."

She pulls herself up with your hands and kisses you. Her tongue is a sensuous delight in your mouth. Then she whispers, "Yes, I spy for you. I always spy for Kinga." Then she slips over to the cluster of goblins by Ookla and Dargal. You watch as you pick your jaw off the floor. Tits, er, Una is full of surprises. She demurely looks at her hands in her lap, while keeping her ears open. No one seems to notice.