King of the Goblins 2—Chapter 33

It was hard to tell time with the canopy of trees blocking the sun, but sometime around midday we stopped for lunch. 

One of the soldiers had a small cookpot on his pack, and another had taken a rabbit through the chest with an arrow. I congratulated him on the shot—hitting a rabbit with an arrow while we walked was not an easy thing. Combined with some foraged vegetables and herbs, it made for a rather tasty lunch.

Tressi used magic to pull enough water from the air to fill the small cookpot. Silvy nodded approvingly and set to showing her a way to make the action more efficient. Gallu used fire magic to get the pot boiling. It only took her a few seconds, and I was half-afraid the pot would split due to the heat. 

We sat around and chatted while the stew cooked. Tressi positioned Gallu right next to me, with her on the other side. Silvy sat on my right.

“So, how old are you again?” Tressi asked.

“Twenty-four, Your Majesty,” she said.

“Oh, that’s a nice age,” Tressi said, glancing at me. “And I have to say again, your hair is just beautiful. I wish more of us had red hair.” Again that look.

I struggled not to laugh at how blatant she was. I looked over at Silvy and found her on the verge of laughter as well.

“I love you, honey,” I said quietly as I leaned over and kissed Silvy. She leaned her head on my shoulder for a moment and I put my arm around her.

“Yeah, redheads are great,” I said. “Not as rare with my people, but still uncommon. There were a couple countries rather famous for having a lot of them. The women, especially, were always seen as especially beautiful.”

“Isn’t Gallu beautiful, Aaron?” Tressi asked. Next to me, I heard Silvy snicker.

“You absolutely are,” I said, looking down at her. Her eyes were bright green, too. She was the perfect redhead. Just, you know, a goblin. 

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” she said. She blushed to her hairline, but held my gaze.

I looked up at Tressi and she gave me a nod of encouragement. I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing.

“Is everything okay, Your Majesty?” Gallu asked, suddenly acting very uncomfortable and self-conscious.

“No, everything is absolutely fine,” I told her. “Me struggling to get used to goblin culture is good for a laugh sometimes though.”

Her tension melted and she smiled up at me. 

I took a good look at her. Goblins tended to have wider faces, but hers avoided any sort of chubbiness. The green of her skin was a bit paler than others, especially Tressi. Her dress covered a bit more of her than what my wives wore, but I still got a great view of cleavage.

When I looked back at her face, she wasn’t looking at me like some creep that was checking her out. She looked excited, almost expectant, as if she truly enjoyed me staring at her knockers. That certainly made me feel better.

“Gallu, you are really beautiful,” I said. “And especially with your hair and you being so strong with magic, I think those are things that should continue on among the goblin people. Do you want to have a child with me?” Wow, that felt awkward to ask.

“Oh, I would love to, King Aaron!” she said, reaching out and grabbing my arm. She released me almost immediately and apologized.

I smiled at her. “If we’re going to have a child together, you don’t have to worry about grabbing my arm. We’ll both be grabbing a lot more than that.”

“Thank you,” she said, and smiled at me again. She had a dimple on her left cheek when she smiled. Fucking adorable.

“See, was that so hard?” Tressi asked.

I just rolled my eyes.

That done, Tressi went back to talking with Gallu while one of the soldiers dished out the stew to each of us. Fortunately, another one of them had brought a set of stackable bowls and spoons.  

“I find myself wanting some bread with this,” I said as I ate my portion of the stew.

“Why Aaron, you almost sound like a goblin,” Silvy said with a grin that held a mountain of sarcasm.

“Yeah, I guess I’m getting used to that,” I said.

When we were done, Tressi used magic to gather enough water to clean things up. That made the soldiers happy—they were used to washing their gear with their own water, or if they were lucky, finding a stream.

We set out again, traveling east. Silvy talked with Gallu, training her with magic and seeing what else she was capable of. Tressi held my hand for a while, while Althidon talked with Taranath.

“Are you feeling more comfortable with the idea of fathering an entire generation?” Tressi asked.

“Maybe not a generation,” I said. “But I’m sure I’ll have a dozen or so.”

Tressi scoffed. “A dozen? Oh, Aaron. If you think you’re getting off that easy, you’ve got another thought coming.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” she said firmly. “I love children, Aaron. I would like a few myself, and I love the thought of helping Silvy, Zia, and Leena raise their children. And, for that matter, I’ll be glad to see Alena’s child, and Coraline’s and Gallu’s. You know Alena wants a lot of children, right?”

“Yeah, she said something to that nature,” I said.

“Well, you’d better get to it, then. You have responsibilities.”

“Eh, we did this morning,” I said. “At the hot springs. Doing it in the water simply didn’t work, so we did it right next to the pool. She told me I could get her pregnant as many times as I wanted.”

“Good,” Tressi said, squeezing my hand. “Uh, I know what Zia means now. Hearing you talk about this is getting me worked up.” She looked up at me. “I am so wet right now. I wish you could feel it.”

“Is it time to stop for the day?” I asked, looking around. “Well, shit. Looks like we have a few hours.” 

“I know what you’re doing tonight,” Tressi said.

“I think Silvy already claimed me for the night,” I told her.

Tressi looked over at her wife. “Well, fortunately we can both join in. Maybe we’ll all have some fun tonight.”

I smiled and struggled not to laugh. Even in the woods, my wives took great care of me.

An hour later a soldier halted our group, as he saw troll bootprints. Their sergeant stepped up and let us know that everything was okay. The tracks were old; probably the troll warriors that had come to attack our city.

Later in the day, I noticed a line of sweat running down the side of Silvy’s face. We weren’t going particularly fast, so that concerned me.

“Queen Silvy,” I called out. “Come here. Your king needs you.”

I had never spoken to her in that manner before, so I wasn’t even remotely surprised when she gave me that are-you-fucking-serious look. She was good at that look.

“One moment, dear. I need to go teach the king some manners,” Silvy said to Gallu. She walked up to me, hands on her ample hips. “And just what does my precious king need?”

“Hey, soldiers!” I called out. The nearest soldier ran over to me, and I handed him my spear. “Hold that for a little bit, please.” 

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he replied, and went back to his spot on the perimeter of our formation.

“Aaron?” Silvy asked.

“This is what I needed,” I said, and reached down and scooped her up in my arms.

Silvy yelped as I picked her up. Even with her pack on, she wasn’t that heavy, especially when I held her close to my chest. Tressi and Gallu both laughed when they saw us.

“You put me down this instant, before—”

I cut Silvy off. “Hey, you’re pregnant and I noticed you sweating. No one else is sweating. I just want to make sure you're okay.”

“The weather is warm today,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Well, either way I’m going to carry you for a bit,” I said. “So you can just deal with it.”

Silvy shifted around a bit in my arms and got comfortable. Of course my eyes immediately dropped to her massive breasts, and I grinned like a kid in a candy store. She just crossed her arms and looked at me.

“Help me out a little?” I asked. “Hold onto me.”

“I suppose,” she said. 

She reached out with both arms and wrapped them behind my neck. That helped take some of the weight off my lower back, with the added bonus of putting her face very close to mine. I bent my head down and kissed her softly, somehow managing to do that without tripping.

“I love you, Silvy,” I told her.

“I love you too, Aaron,” she said, slowly smiling at me.

“You said it’s a boy, right?” I asked.

“Yes. I’m almost completely certain.”

“I think we should name him Magnus,” I said. “I’ve always liked that name.”

She said the name a few times, then nodded. “I like it. It sounds strong.” She leaned her head against my shoulder. “Thank you, Aaron.”

“Of course, honey,” I said, and kissed her on the cheek.

I carried her for as long as I could, which was a surprising distance. With Silvy holding onto me, that helped keep the center of gravity more central, so I didn’t have to lean back against her weight. I definitely worked up a sweat and got my blood moving, but I carried her for a good hour before setting her back down. If nothing else, sometimes it just felt good to impress her.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “Now you’re the one sweating. Do you need a break?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” I said, waving it away. I made sure to breathe slowly and calmly, even though my heart pounded in my chest. She wasn’t a heavy woman at all, but an hour was a long time to carry someone. My arms felt like jello after that.

“Well, I certainly feel better. Thank you, Aaron,” Silvy said.

Well, at least I knew I’d sleep well that night. Although then I remember what my wives wanted to do with me once we stopped. I had to save some energy for that, somehow.

We walked for another few hours, making good progress. The hour break did Silvy a lot of good, and she still had energy left when we stopped for dinner.

Dinner was essentially the same as lunch. It was fortunate I had grown used to stew and soup, as that was what we’d be eating for the next few days. No one had been able to get any game with their bow, so dinner was vegetarian. 

After that, I made the decision to continue for another two hours. There was still plenty of daylight left and I wanted to cover as much ground as possible. We could slow down some when we were closer to the troll settlement if need be.

As the shadows grew long, we finally stopped for the day.