Follow another character; Ryk the Goblin King

Deep below the earth, in a vast cavern lit by torches and bio-luminescent moss, lies the capital city of the Great Goblin Nation. A magnificent metropolis as grand as any city above-ground, home to thousands of Goblinoid females. It was built a century ago, on the orders of the first Goblin Queen to commemorate her success in uniting hundreds of squabbling tribes and clans of goblins, gremlins, kobolds, hobgoblins, orcs, and other goblinoids under a single ruler through diplomacy, warfare, and seduction. Of course, many goblinoids would rather live above-ground, and even those that don't would generally prefer tunnels and warrens. Even the Queen herself admitted that constructing buildings under ground was a bit silly. But she built the city anyways, as a matter of pride, a reminder that goblins were capable of great things.

Of course, when she died and her daughter took the throne, the sheen began to wear off, the new queen not being anywhere near as capable as her mother. The downward trend continued, with each successive Goblin Queen being even more incompetent than the last. It seemed that the First Queen's vision of goblin greatness was doomed. Until five years ago, when everything changed, and for the first time since her ****, the goblins and their kin have something to take pride in.

At this very moment, the reason for this new pride sits in the center of a procession traveling down the streets of the city, crowds as it passes gathering and cheering. In front are two enormous Bugbears, and two more at the back, in heavy armor molded into an idealized female shape, each carrying a blazing torch. Atop her shoulders, each carries a Kobold archer wearing loincloths and breastbands. Behind the front Bugbears (and in front of the back two) march a pair of axe- and shield-wielding Gnolls, lithe bodies clad in supple leather armor. Behind (and in front) of them come two Hobgoblin swordswomen in chainmail bikinis. In the center are four nude orcs, the voluptuous curves and powerful muscles of their oiled bodies gleaming in the torchlight. Upon their shoulders they bear a sedan chair, flanked by four silk-robed Gremlin sorceresses, one to each of the cardinal directions.

And on the litter itself sits the pride and hope of the goblin people, who surprisingly is not a goblin, but a human! Not a human female, of course, for such as they are not welcome underground (well asides from the Deep Humans, but they're weird and don't count), but that rarest and most desirable of sentient beings; a male. He is handsome and virile, as all human males are by the grace of the Great God Truhal, for it was by His will that only humans produce the male gender necessary for reproduction. He is Ryk, the man with the courage to leave the Temple of Pleasure and Impregnation where he was raised, the daring to come the underground, the will to unseat the weak Goblin Queen, and the vision to take the throne for himself.

Upon his head lies a crown of gold set with gleaming diadems. A cloak of the finest fur sits upon his shoulders. Chains of every precious metal hang from his throat, and jewel-encrusted rings of the same sit upon his arms, wrists, fingers, and ankles. Jeweled sandals adorn his feet. Otherwise he is naked. In his lap sits a pretty Goblin girl, jackhammering up and down on his prick, howling her ecstasy to the world. For it was with the promise of sexual pleasure that Ryk was able to ascend the throne, pleasure that would be granted to every one of his subjects, one at a time.

Every night, he slept in the bed of a different one of his subjects. Every morning he chose one fortunate female to pleasure him (and be pleasured) as he was brought back to his palace. He would choose another to accompany him on the trip to the next night's lodging, not to mention the many others he would fuck over the course of the day. Truly it was a win-win situation; he got to fuck a dozen beauties a day, and they got to enjoy the pleasures of recreational heterosex, a rarity so far away from the underground's Temple.

At last, they reached the palace. The litter was lowered, the lucky gobliness, long since passed out from pleasure, was removed, and Ryk stepped onto the ground. His senseschal, Upashte, came forward. Like him, she was not born to the underground. A catgirl, she was brought to the city as a ****, to serve as a concubine of the late and unlamented former Goblin Queen. To demonstrate his devotion to his new people, Ryk had had all of her other upperworld concubines killed. Upashte had been spared in honor of Celgent, god of Audacity and Boldness, creator of the Catgirl race, and Ryk's patron deity, for obvious reasons. She had repaid this kindness with utter devotion, demonstrating that her lovely form and features belied a powerful brain.

She bowed low. "Good morning, Majesty," she purred. "Your night was well spent?"

He nodded, smiling. "Yes. There were seven in the household; a grandmother, a married couple, and four daughters, two of them twins. All quite energetic of course, even the older one, and one of the wives was quite skilled. Still, I think I've had enough of Trolls for one week. Now, what's on the docket today?"

Upashte nodded. "As you wish, Majesty. The Ambassadors of the Batgirls, the Drow, and the Troglodytes wish to have audiences with you. General Bloodshield has returned from her tour of the Northern garrisons and is prepared to brief you on her findings. And of course, a number of your subjects have petitions they wish you to consider."

Ryk thought for a moment and then decided that the first thing he would do was...