The Goblin Princess [Part 1]

You grinned and ducked under Clara’s blade, and swept your foot across your big sister’s legs, knocking her to the ground. She rolled aside, and sprung up, and you deftly deflected her powerful sword blows, and ducked under one, and Clara pinned her sword into the wall, and you pulled your sister close for a sizzling kiss, your hand tangling through her dark curls, while hers raked through your wavy blond hair.

“King Jakob! Princess Arya of the Goblins has come to visit. Queen Kiara insisted I bring you our immediately.” an orc guard said, and you nodded, and pressed a final kiss to Clara’s soft mouth, before following the guard from the training room.

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Several seedy looking goblins crouched around a petite goblin girl, and the male goblins were leering crudely at the human or elvin women present, including Storm and Sabine, your half-sister who perched upon your orc general’s lap. She’d fallen for him quickly, and they usually had lots of public sex, and you were 90% sure your general’s cock was buried in her not-so-tight sheath.

“King Jakob, I presume? I am Princess Arya, eldest and only daughter of the esteemed King Ravin.” the petite girl bowed.

“An honor. Though I expected your king himself to come.” you said politely. Arya chuckled, and you noted just how much gorgeous green skin was on display. Arya noticed you looking, and blushed.

“Your eyes wander, King?” Arya teased lightly, and you chuckled.

“In the presence of such gorgeousness, yes.” you flirted easily, and Arya giggled. Kiara, ever the jealous type, rolled her eyes, and moved so her six month pregnant stomach was thrusted out, and Arya paid her no mind.

“Well, I would think that we could negotiate a peace treaty? Goblinkind will be vanquished unless your forces halt their attack.” Arya begged. You frowned. The wise old orc advisor standing respectfully behind your throne leaned down to whisper.

“If their kind is so weak, we shall destroy them. Goblins are parasites.” your advisor murmured.

“Apologies, Princess Arya, but the Orclands do not agree to peace. Though I will make you an offer. Stay with me, as a lover, and you will live happily. Or, return to your kind, and end up enslaved to some random soldier, destined for poverty and being a breeding whore.” you offered. Tears welled up in Arya’s eyes.

“Enough, goblin. You have your options. Choose.” you said strongly. Kiara leaned over and kissed you sensually, and you rubbed her bloated stomach while she kissed you.

“I refuse your offer, King Jakob.” Arya whimpered, and climbed back into her carriage.

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