Special thanks to Vanderbilt for letting me use her Goblins universe.
And Then There Were Goblins
Chapter 11:
Bea shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the image of the New Queen’s eyes. She had to focus. She had to relax, stop thinking about the wetness between her legs, the moisture on the ends of her nipples. Stop picturing what her new life would be like as a goblin, what a perfect existence it would be, a life dedicated to making her Queen happy, bringing her pleasure, obeying her every whim, her every command…
The New Queen grinned from the shadows. She had The Old One exactly where she wanted her. It had been less of a challenge than expected; her initial reading of her had been correct. She was slowed down by age, by exhaustion. She was ready to quit, and likely had been for a while. She was ripe for the taking.
She leapt once more—The Old One seemed to sense her coming and ducked, but The New Queen had compensated for that, and landed squarely on the soldier’s back. Reaching around to tweak her nipples, the New Queen grinned. It was end-game. The Old One shuddered in pleasure, and took a few seconds to remember what she was doing…just enough time for The New Queen to undo her pants and let them drop to the ground.
“You want it, yes you do. Give your life over, submit. You want to have the life that we are all born for…no more fighting, no more politics, no more war…just sex, pleasure, ecstasy…”
Beatrice reached down, and with an iron grip grabbed both of the New Queen’s arms. She knew that in her current state, if the goblin’s hands made it to her pussy, the fight was over. Only once had she let a goblin get that far—she’d lay down, happy and ready to surrender to her enemy’s kiss, when an ally had killed the goblin even as it stood over her. Covered in the enemy’s blood, she’d screamed in frustration, cursed her team-mate (and then later, after the battle, greatly rewarded her.)
It wasn’t a physical challenge—Bea knew she was stronger than the New Queen, and could hold her at bay for hours if need be. It was purely mental…the only way those clawed hands were getting under her underwear was if she let them. And every second, the temptation to let them was growing stronger and stronger.
Bea clenched her teeth and tried to steel her mind…she ignored the sensations that the New Queen’s saliva was continuing to provide, she ignored the whispered compliments and promises, she ignored the images of herself as a goblin, adoring staring into her Queen’s big black eyes, she ignored the wet feeling of the Queen’s tongue on her back, ignored how good it felt, the tingling sensation that was travelling slowly up her spine…
“You feel me, don’t you? You want more, yes you do. You want me to touch you, to taste you, to take you…”
It was over. The New Queen knew it, and within a few minutes so would The Old One. If there had been any fight left in her, she would have attacked back—kicked, scratched, tried to break The New Queen’s arms. Instead, she just stood there, trembling, barely holding The New Queen at bay. The dance was done.
She had been a worthy partner, and she would be an invaluable ally.
The New Queen had nudged The Old One’s coverings up, and slowly licked her back, letting her powerful saliva sink in and further confuse her senses. After a few seconds, she knew, the skin would be numb, the nerve endings so busy sending pleasure (and occasional exquisite pain) signals to the brain that anything else that happened would go undetected.
She waited half a minute, just to be safe. She could hear The Old One’s heart rate increasing, feel her grip loosening. Within a few minutes she would surrender, but The New Breed might be back by then…time was of the essence.
Thirty slow seconds passed, and when it was time, The New Queen leaned forward. A slug slowly crawled out of her mouth, and started the laborious journey up The Old One’s spine.
It wasn’t until it reached her neck that Beatrice realised that the tingling sensation was more than just a sensation. Her throat tightened, and she shuddered with revulsion as she remembered the black…the black thing that she’d seen emerge from the goblin’s mouth earlier that day. She managed to stop herself from gagging as she pictured it crawling up her back, and realised that it was likely on the back of her neck right now.
Revolt turned into panic, and mixed with the arousal that was already filling her body. She could feel the slug starting to crawl onto her jaw…she didn’t know what would happen if it reached her mouth, and she didn’t want to find out. Making a snap decision, she released the New Queen’s right hand, reached up, and flicked the slug. She couldn’t see it in the darkness, but she felt that it was no longer on her skin.
Before she could reach down again and recapture the New Queen’s arm, before she could even sigh in relief, she felt her panties being pushed aside, and the New Queen’s talented hand started to work its magic.
Back when she was Uma the Goblin, the New Queen had worked hard to earn her position of privilege. She was Queen’s number one partly because she was smart, partly because she was easy on the eyes, but mostly because of her skill…as soon as the Queen had felt Uma’s touch, had experienced the work of her lips and hands, both separately and working in harmony, her standing in the Queen’s inner circle had been assured.
Beatrice never stood a chance.
Beneath the gas mask, her eyes widened. She gasped, and moaned, her knees buckled and her nipples ached. Unable to think, unable to prevent herself, she released the New Queen’s other hand, and welcomed it as it travelled up her shirt and teased her throbbing breasts, circling her nipples, causing Beatrice to bite her lip and beg for more.
“You’re mine, little sexy…your perfect body, your exquisite sweat. Your mind, your soul…you’re mine. Give yourself to me.”
Bea nodded, and fell to her knees. The New Queen continued to work on her body, and Beatrice could feel an orgasm building. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced—she’d been sleeping with women, sleeping with perfect, strong women at the height of their arousal for almost half her life, but no sexual encounter she’d been involved with could even compare to this. She lay back, her body in perfect agony, and begged for release.
The New Queen abruptly stopped, and stood over her. Even in the dim lighting, Beatrice could see enough of her body to admire it, to see that it was what she wanted, what all women wanted to be, were born to be. She could see the New Queen’s huge eyes, drawing her in.
It was clear what she wanted from her new slave, and Beatrice was happy to obey. She took off her gas mask.
As she breathed in what was surely more musk than air by now, Beatrice felt her desire strongly rise. She silently pleaded the New Queen, and the New Queen obliged, leaning over her and giving her that kiss, the last kiss that Beatrice would ever receive as a human.
As the New Queen’s lips came into contact with hers, Beatrice felt them open slightly. As her orgasm finally arrived, the culmination of what felt like a lifetime of desire, Beatrice felt a large slug slowly slip into her mouth, and start to crawl down her throat.
And then there were four.