The Goblin Princess [Part 2]

1 WEEK LATER

You grunted as Storm’s soft hand fondled your hefty balls during an important council meeting. Meanwhile, your left hand was down Kiara’s lacy nightgown, enjoying her gorgeous green breasts, and your right hand was cupping Storm’s hip.

“King Jakob, our crops have withered. There is no more food!” an elderly farmer ranted. You frowned.

“What? Our plant fertility has been at an all time high!” you protested.

“Perhaps, we need an orc king to lead us!” Avya, the leader of the orc dissenters, scowled.

“I happen to disagree. Until this famine, the Orclands had never been more prosperous.” Kiara interjected smoothly. Avya’s nose flared.

“Except our wealth comes from allying with a crazed demoness!” Avya snarled.

“If we hadn’t, we would be like the other kingdoms, broken ruins, their people enslaved. We have a real chance at life. Sometimes it’s best not to resist.” you said soothingly. Avya sighed.

“Either way, my king, I think we should take a vote. The people should decide between me and you, for control of the Orclands.” Avya grinned.

“Fine. Let us vote.” you said, and Kiara looked at you a bit nervously.

———

“I lost?” Avya said, stunned.

“Yes.” Kiara nodded, and placed a hand on her baby bump.

“Allow me to count.” a large male orc grunted, and came up and started counting.

“The Queen lied! It’s a tie!” the orc roared angrily, and Kiara growled. Avya swung towards Kiara.

“Traitor! You would halt progress for a damned king! Orckind, let us expel this degenerate from our lands!” Avya cheered, and you smacked the young woman’s hand off your wife. Avya’s eyes flared.

“King Jakob! Princess Arya has returned!” a messenger shouted. Only Clara heard, and she whispered it into your ear. You nodded at your big sister. She went hurriedly to deal with Arya.

“Let’s calm down! This is not the time for a civil war!” you roared, and the squabbling orcs stopped.

“A deadly plague has struck our kingdom, and instead of solving the problem, we follow this... this _female _into a conflict with our great king! Long live King Jakob!” a stocky orc cheered, and soon the whole crowd was chanting, and Avya started to cry.

Sighing, you pulled Avya into a hug, and she glared up at you, but hugged back.

“Jakob! The goblin village is just as plagued. So is all the farmland for hundreds of miles. We’re going to die.” Clara whimpered, and you blinked.

———

“We must head to the Hinterlands! Not only are there powerful political allies, but the plague hasn’t touched it!” you protest, and Kiara and Arya both agreed eagerly. Avya and the goblin king, Domit, disagreed. Storm was split down the middle.

“I’m with Jakob and Arya. We can’t stay here.” Storm said soberly. Avya sighed.

“How’s this? Avya, you can stay and lead any orcs who wish to stay. Domit, you can do the same for your goblins. But Arya and I will lead the trailblazers of our combined people to the Hinterlands. To safety.” you said, and Arya nodded at you, smiling. You placed a gentle hand on her lower back, your thumb resting on bare skin. Arya smiled.

———

1 MONTH LATER...

The month long trek to the Hinterlands had exhausted your people, and Arya’s people were half-dead.

“I can see the pass!” you heard Eris shriek, and looked up, grinning. Sure enough, the natural stone gateway loomed ahead. You glanced at Arya’s, who’s petite goblin body came up to only your shoulder, and she kissed your cheek shyly.

“We did it.” she murmured.

“King Jakob! The rear guard has a report. Sable’s agents are hustling towards us. We cannot fight them off.” said Jada, the gorgeous orc soldier who now commanded my armies since my previous general had opted to stay with Queen Avya, as they were calling her.

“All citizens! Run!” Arya screamed, and the mass of orcs and goblins sprinted for the pass. Jada looked stricken. Eris was lost in the horde, and behind you, you could see vampiric knights on horseback charging forwards. You pulled Jada and Arya after you as you sprinted after the crowds. Somewhere in this crowd was your family and lovers, but you couldn’t find any in the throng of panicked people.

“King Jakob!” Jada warned, and you glanced back to see the vampiric knights sliding off their horses and stalking forwards, dark metal swords glinting. Jada reached for her axe, but you stopped her with a sigh.

“Go.” you murmured, and kissed her full on the mouth, and she shivered, as you pushed her and Arya towards the pass, then turned and walked towards the vampiric knights, hands up.

“Jakob, you stand accused of treason against Empress Sable.” the head knight grunted, and you nodded, and they took your sword, and knife, but your most useful weapon lay unsuspecting on your ring finger. Your wedding ring to Kiara was laced with a powerful anti-demon toxin. One touch of the ring, and Sable would be dead. You went willingly, giving your people an escape route, and you kept your head up high, for you had the capacity to kill Sable.