King of the Goblins 2—Chapter 21

When we got back to the royal palace, it was an evening of reunions. Even though Tressi had been gone only a short time, everyone was glad to see her. Zia hugged her so tightly I thought she was going to squeeze a fart out of her.

“I wasn’t even gone two days, you guys,” Tressi said, smiling at them.

“It’s been an eventful time, I suppose,” Zia told her. The two women held hands, with Zia refusing to let go. “And the trolls should be here tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow or the next day,” I said. “We’ll see. I have scouts in the woods right now, keeping an eye out for them. I imagine the elves are doing something similar.”

“I’ll have to stay near the entrance when things start, so I can send messages to my father,” Leena said.

I frowned. “Your father mentioned that specifically. He wants you to be careful.”

“Of course I’ll be careful,” she said. “But I want to be able to communicate with not just my father, but the elves during the attack. It’s important that I stay near the mouth of the tunnel.”

“Okay, but if any of the trolls get close you have to fall back,” I told her. “Silvy?”

“I’ll keep her safe, don’t worry,” Silvy said. She slipped her hand in Leena’s and gave her loving smile. “I’ll drag her by her pointy ears if I have to.”

“Hey,” Leena said. “Your ears are longer and pointier than mine.”

Silvy shrugged. “Good thing you’re not pulling me from battle, then.”

“Are you going to be close to the battle?”

“Well, of course. I’m the only person around that knows troll magic.”

Leena grinned. “Then I’ll be dragging you by your ears if you don’t stay safe.”

“Well, I’ll drag all of you away if I think you’re in danger,” I said. 

“What makes you think you can stop the four of us?” Leena asked, crossing her arms.

“I know blood magic,” I told her. I reached out with magic and drained the blood from both of her ears.

“Ah!” Leena shouted, rubbing her ears. “Stop that, it tingles.”

I let the blood return to her ears. “All jokes aside, I know we have to protect our people, but we can’t get careless. I don’t think the trolls will be much of a problem for us; the elves will handle the majority of the battle. But if any of them do make it here, I don’t want any of you too close to them.”

“Have you ever seen a troll before?” Silvy asked.

“Yes, once,” I said. “Months ago, when I was new here, I came across one in the woods. Only the shadow stone kept me alive. He almost got me just based on smell alone.”

I led everyone towards the dining room. It was a much better place to talk than a hallway, and it was getting to be that time anyways. We pushed open the door and took our seats; me at the head, Silvy and Leena on one side, Zia and Tressi on the other.

“And we’re ready for the attack?” Tressi asked. 

“As ready as can be,” I said. “Relax, we’re going to be just fine.”

At that moment, the door opened and a man walked in. He was old, even by goblin standards, but still walked with a spring in his step. His wrinkled face was partially covered by a close-cropped gray beard, but his eyes were sharp as they took us in. The white chef’s hat on his head was pristine, without a single stain or mark on it. Not easy in a world without washing machines.

“Chef Gorman,” I said as he approached me. “Good to see you. What do you have for us today?”

“Oh, something special. Something special indeed.” His broad smile took us all in. “I’m excited to share this with you all. I believe I have perfected this dish.” He winked at me, and I tried not to laugh.

A week ago, I had described beef wellington to him. Of course the ingredients were different here—we used venison instead of beef, and wild boar bacon, but at least the mushrooms and coarse mustard were there. The elves supplied the pastry dough. He was excited to cook it and spent the entire week trying variations on it.

“We’re ready when you are,” I said. I was genuinely excited to try his version of the famous dish.

“It’ll be done soon!” he said, his voice filled with excitement. He hurried away, leaving through the small servant’s door that led directly to the kitchen.

At that moment, two serving women entered the room, each carrying a pitcher of wine in their hands. One of them was my own personal servant, Alena. They filled silver goblets for each of us. Of course Alena filled mine first, and just as she did last time, she leaned over me to reach my goblet. Her massive breasts brushed against my arm.

“Alena, right?” Tressi asked, watching the young woman.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she said, bobbing a quick curtsey.

Tressi looked her up and down in a way that would have gotten me slapped back on Earth. She then turned to me. 

“Oh Aaron, she is gorgeous!”

Alena blushed. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” 

“I told you,” Zia said. She reached across the table and grabbed a berry from a small bowl, then popped it into her mouth with a grin.

“Alena, if it makes you feel any better, this is just as awkward for me,” I told the beautiful woman.

“Oh, this isn’t awkward for me, Your Majesty,” she said, although she still blushed. “Honestly, I’m flattered. I would love it if you chose me, even for just one night.”

I leaned back in my chair and tried not to laugh. This whole situation felt like a setup for some stupid reality TV show, where they put me in a situation, waited for me to react, and then came out with cameras so everyone could call me a perv. Except, this was real life, and all of these women genuinely wanted me. 

Tressi was watching me with a peculiar expression. “Kingly duties,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

Fortunately, at that moment the food was ready. Chef Gorman himself came into the room with a platter in hand. He frowned at Alena as he passed.

“Hurry up and get the food before it gets cold,” he said in a firm voice.

Alena and the other servant hurried away.

Chef Gorman set the platter before me and removed the lid. I was immediately smacked in the face with some of the most delicious aromas I had ever experienced. His version of beef wellington sat in the center of my plate, surrounded by brightly colored vegetables and something that looked like a risotto. 

“Oh wow, that smells amazing,” Silvy said, staring at my plate.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Chef Gorman replied to her.

A moment later the door opened and more food came in. Soon everyone had a dish in front of them, and we were all eager to try it.

Since I was king, I had to go first. I grabbed my fork and knife and sliced a piece off, then stuffed it into my mouth. 

It was an explosion of flavors that nearly knocked me on my ass. The slight gaminess of the venison was tempered by the mushrooms and coarse mustard. The wild boar bacon had a strong flavor, and the juices from it had soaked into the pastry that surrounded the whole thing. In short, it was one of the best things I’d ever had, Earth food included.

“Well?”  Chef Gorman asked, his voice eager. He practically hovered next to me.

“This is amazing,” I told him. “I’m truly impressed. Feel free to make this any time you want.”

He clapped his hands. “Excellent! I am so glad you like it, Your Majesty.”

“Oh my goodness,” Silvy said after a bite. “Chef Gorman, this is incredible.” She didn’t say anything after that as she was busy digging in for more.

“What is this?” Tressi muttered after a bite. She stared at her dish in amazement. “Where do you even think of this stuff?”

“He’s just an amazing chef,” I said, winking at Gorman. 

“You are too kind, Your Majesty,” he said. He bowed his way out of the room with a broad smile plastered on his face.

We all remained at the table for a bit once we finished our dinner, just sipping on wine and relaxing. Although we all knew we were going to be fine, it was still a stressful time.

“These wines are different,” Tressi said, staring into her goblet.

“What do you mean?” Zia asked. 

“Different types,” she said. “Not just red and white, but different types of red and different types of wine. I suppose that makes perfect sense, but I’ve never really thought about it before. Tonight’s wine went very well with our food.”

“Would you like some more, Your Majesty?” Alena asked.

Tressi nearly leaped out of her seat. No one had heard Alena approach. She placed a hand over her chest and took a deep breath to calm herself.

“I’m sorry if I scared you, Your Majesty,” Alena said.

“You might need a spanking,” Zia said, winking at my maid.

“Oh, I want in on that,” Leena said. Next to her, Silvy just rolled her eyes.

“You ladies are insufferable,” I said, although I felt like laughing. To be fair, Alena was ridiculously gorgeous, and kind as well. I could do a lot worse than that huge-breasted beauty. I turned to her. “Look, we’ll talk about this after the battle, okay?”

She broke into a smile. “Oh, thank you, Your Majesty.” She rushed up and planted a kiss on my cheek, then immediately blushed again. “I’m sorry if that was inappropriate of me.”

“You’re fine,” I said.

“He does look thirsty though, Alena,” Tressi said. She stared me dead in the eyes, as if daring me to stop her. “I think you should help him drink his wine.”

“Oh boy,” I said.

With a big smile, Alena reached out and took my goblet, then brought it up to my mouth. Before I could drink any, Tressi spoke up again.

“No, you’ll probably spill it that way. Aaron, can you slide your chair back a bit please, honey?”

“Oh boy,” I said again, but I pushed my chair back a few inches. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you, Tressi?” Zia asked. She was smiling so big I expected her to break out into laughter at any moment.

“You should, and more often,” Tressi said. “Alena, I want to make sure you’re good and stable. Try sitting on his lap. Or, on one leg, so you’re facing to the side. That should make it easier.” She still held my gaze.

“I suppose it’s pointless to resist,” I said.

“That’s right,” Tressi said.

Alena blushed but hoisted her skirts up past her knees and climbed onto her lap. I nearly groaned at the feeling of her ass on me as she moved around, finally settling on my right leg. She picked up my goblet of wine and leaned close to me, very close indeed.

“Here you go, Your Majesty,” she said, her face only a few inches from mine.

“That’s much better,” Tressi said. “Go ahead, Aaron.”

I felt so awkward, but I leaned forward and had a sip of wine. Alena smiled at me.

“Oh, I think he spilled a drop,” Tressi said. “Right there, from his lip.” I nearly rolled my eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” Alena said. And she leaned forward and licked my bottom lip.

I laughed. I didn’t think they’d be satisfied until I tore her clothes off and impregnated her right in front of them. “You all are too much. Okay, fine. Come here, Alena.”

I took her face in my hands and kissed her as deeply and thoroughly as any of my wives. I took my time with it, too, and let my hands roam across her body, especially her massive breasts. They practically fell out of the front of her dress and I had a blast squeezing them.

“As I said, we’ll talk about this after the battle,” I said. I pecked her on the lips and helped her stuff her breasts back into her dress. 

“Alena,” Tressi said. 

“Yes, Your Majesty?” she asked as she slid off my lap. I think after that episode she was unsure of how to act around us.

Tressi used that tone that she reserved for handing out orders. Her queen voice, if you will. “From now on you are to give King Aaron his wine in that manner. I don’t ever want to see him holding his own goblet of wine. Unless, I suppose, he’s walking or far away from the palace. Oh, and that counts for his morning tea as well.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Alena said. She flashed a smile at me.

“No fair, I want to give him wine like that,” Leena said.

“You can do that for me,” Silvy told her.

Zia looked over at Tressi and raised an eyebrow. “What about me?” she asked.

Both of their eyes went to Alena.

“I think you’re going to be busy for the next few years,” I told Alena.