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And Then There Were Goblins

Chapter 18:

I drummed my fingers on my leg. Cameron had been gone for an hour, maybe more.

She wasn’t coming back.

I looked around the camp nervously. Vernita, as usual, was completely transparent—it was obvious from the way she was hunched over her weapons that she’d realized the implications of Cameron’s long absence.

Whip…well, Whip was harder to read.

She was halfway up a tree, motionlessly staring at the road which Cameron had left on. Her face was completely blank, and there wasn’t even the hint of movement. Honestly, if you’d told me that she’d been replaced by a dummy…I might have believed you.

Finally, Vernita broke the silence—she spat on the ground, and turned to face me. The exhaustion of waiting had clearly started to affect her, and the fury in her eyes was reduced. It wasn’t completely gone, but it was definitely down to a dull ember from the inferno of an hour ago.

“What can they do if they get Cameron?” she asked.

Whip didn’t turn around at the question, and I found myself alone, pulling the New Queen closer for comfort as I tried to assemble an answer.

“What do you mean?”

“Weapons,” Vernita snarled. “With Cameron’s knowledge, can they use them?”

I took a moment before replying, realizing as I thought that my fingers were slowly stroking the side of the New Queen’s face. Honestly, I was worried about her—her eyes were glossy, staring into space. I’d spent most of the past hour just staring into them, hoping she was okay.

Every now and again they’d focus, and I would smile as she looked at me, as she confirmed that she was alive and well. But then…well, just as quickly as she’d returned, she would disappear again.

Our mission was to get her home safely. We’d all risked our lives for it—it was no wonder I was worried.

“Maybe,” I finally offered, wincing slightly at Vernita’s huff.

It was obvious that the soldier didn’t like that response.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe,” I repeated. “They’ve used flashlights before, which suggests a level of dexterity which may be repeatable with weapons. Although, considering the thousands of soldiers they’ve taken in the past…”

“None of those were Cameron,” Whip replied softly, and I couldn’t help but jump. I felt slightly better when I noticed Vernita was startled as well—Whip had managed to climb down from the tree she was sitting in and join the conversation without making a sound.

“Yes, but…”

“Cameron can do things,” Whip said, and a look of sadness appeared in her eye. It seemed that we’d all accepted the large woman wasn’t coming back. “Things that no one else can do.”

“Right,” said Vernita, and I felt like the fire was back. “Cameron knew exactly where we were. Depending on how long she held out, she could be on her way back, or she could be lurking around already. Either way, we need to get on the road.”

I couldn’t help but notice her tongue flick out as she spoke, and her eyes darting down to the Queen I was still holding to my breast like a child.

Our mission was to bring the New Queen back. I’d risked my life—we’d all risked our lives—for the mission. Vernita was not a subtle woman, and I decided to trust my instincts.

“You’re lying,” I said.

Whip tilted her head to the side, and joined me in staring at Vernita. With a heavy sigh, the black woman pulled a pistol from behind her back, and pointed it straight at my head.

“You’re right,” she said, and I could hear the soft click of the safety being disabled.

* * *

The goblin who had once been Cameron awoke. Her newly-white eyes took a moment to adjust, but when they did she was delighted to find another goblin above her, staring down at her.

Despite the radical changes that her colleague had been through, Cameron immediately recognized her. Her thin, purple lips broke into a smile as the other goblin leaned down and kissed her softly, passionately.

It was more pleasurable than the strongest orgasm Cameron had ever experienced as a human.

As their clawed fingers explored each other’s new forms, Cameron gasped—she could feel her.

She could feel Her.

The New Queen was entering her consciousness, exploring her mind, combing through her memories. Everything that Cameron knew about the troupe, about the war efforts—everything that the soldier knew about life, love, weapons, sex…it was now the property of her Queen, she knew that.

Even as the New Queen dove into Cameron’s memories, she experimented with possessing two of her subjects at once. She learned about automatic weapons, landmines, rocket launchers…while curling Bea’s new slender fingers deep inside Cameron’s dripping wetness.

She had two of the strongest human warriors who had ever existed. They both had a wealth of military experience, and Cameron knew more about weapons than anyone alive.

Once she could control both of them at once, she’d be unstoppable.

Cameron cried out in orgasm, the mere echo of her Queen’s ambition enough to fill her with joy. Her body belonged to the New Queen, as did her mind, her very life. She would do anything to serve her, which in itself brought her more pleasure than anything in her human life.

As she came down from her orgasm, she stared deep into the milky-white eyes of her comrade. Their pointed teeth simultaneously came into view as they shared in the pure bliss of slavery, in the knowledge that they were being useful to their Queen.

In the knowledge that they had use.

They couldn’t wait to bring their sisters-in-arms into the fold.