A meeting with the Goblin Queen

After traveling for thirty minutes through dense, wild forest, Myron and his goblin captors began walking down a sloping path. The trees quickly dwindled away as the path twisted between large mossy boulders. The nimble goblin girls had no trouble moving forward as the path grew more rocky, leaping from surface to surface, but the scrawny scribe now slowed them down as he carefully climbed down past rocky ledges. Several times, he tried asking questions of the goblins, but they seemed to ignore him, only chattering amongst themselves.

As the reached the bottom of a ravine, they walked along a stony shore, following a slow flowing stream until it ran into a wide-mouthed cave. Inside the cave, it was dark and cool, but in a large side cave off the side of the river, Myron was led into a small tent village, lit by numerous torches around the area.

At a quick glance, the scribe counted at least thirty more goblins among the tents. The oddest thing to him was that he didn't see any males in the crowd. Every goblin appeared to be female, young and surprisingly attractive for supposed monsters. Myron wondered if something had happened to the male goblin population, or if they were simply away at the moment.

As they entered the outer circle of animal-skin tents, the goblin girl walking in front of Myron gave a loud, high-pitched whistle, drawing the attention of everyone in the village. She shouted out something in goblin as she waved her club in the air, and the entire village burst out into cheers. His captors continued prodding him forward as the crowd parted to let them pass.

The scribe felt the gazes of every goblin in the village on him as he towered over all of them by over two feet. He was guided toward a large tent at the back of the cave, decorated with crude painted symbols and roughly hewn carvings. The curious chattering of dozens of goblin girls echoed around him, even as they reached the closed flaps of the tent.

His lead captors stepped to either side of the opening and parted the tent flaps for him to enter.

"Man hooman see Goblin Queen now," one of the girls told him. "Make good fukka fukka. Make Queen very happy. Then we get reward." Both of them laughed at that comment, but Myron wasn't sure why.

He stooped down slightly as his entered the tent, finding it even darker inside as the flaps closed behind him but also warmer than outside. 'I wonder what fukka fukka meant...' Before he had too much time to ponder the meaning, a soft voice cooed out of the darkness.

"Oooooh? Hello? Who there?"

A moment later, a brazier ignited in the middle of the tent, casting a warm glow through the space. Now, he could see large fur pelts covering most of the floor, some crudely built furniture around the edges of the tent and behind the brazier, sat a large chair made of logs with more fur pelts draped over it. Knelt by the brazier was another goblin girl, this one with longer, braided reddish-brown hair and larger horns than the rest of the tribe.

'They did say the queen was bigger,' Myron thought to himself, but as the queen rose to her feet, he realized what the other goblins had been referring to.

Though the queen was also a good six inches taller than the rest of her tribe (as hobgoblins tended as a rule, to be larger than goblins,) she was also much larger in her chest area. While the rest of her tribe were nearly flat chested, this goblin girl had breasts almost as large as her head, and on her small frame, they looked ridiculously huge. A sash of clothed wrapped across her bust barely kept them contained as she began walking around the fire, looking Myron up and down.

"Good goblins bring me man?" The queen's tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she strode closer. She moved within a couple feet of the scribe and smiled wide as she eyed his crotch. "Oh yes. Izza a very good day."

"Hello, uh... Your Majesty?" Myron wasn't sure what exactly was about to happen, but he hoped that he might be able to get more information from the goblin's ruler than he had from the ones who had captured him. He gave a small bow to the short ruler. "My name is Myron. I come from across the sea. It is an honor to be invited into your village and I would like--"

The queen moved closer yet to the young scribe, staring up at him as her huge pillowy bust pressed to his groin. "Queen like My-ron." She slowly slid her hands up the scribe's sides as she rubbed her chest against him. "Myron like Queen?"

The sensation of the stacked goblin queen rubbing against his package, even through his uniform, was causing his cock to stir once again. Looking down in the queen's blue eyes, he could see a hunger in her gaze. "Well, yes. Of course," he said as he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently tried to coax her away. "I just wanted to say--"

The queen purred as she felt his shaft stiffening through his pants and pressed her chest more firmly against him. "Mmmm... Good Myron," she said, interrupting him again. Her fingers moved to the front of his shirt and began unbuttoning button after button. As she exposed his torso, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along his belly button. "Myron and Queen fukka fukka now."

The young scribe shivered as she dragged her tongue down his stomach and felt her eager fingers move to the buckle on his pants. The sensual sensations had the virgin teen's mind spinning and it took a moment for him to realize just what she was saying.

"Wait... What?!"