King of the Goblins 2—Chapter 18

Alena was there as soon as I walked through the throne room and entered the palace.

“Good afternoon, King Aaron,” she said, curtseying so low that I was amazed her huge breasts didn’t fall out.

I really tried not to stare, but those things were even larger than Zia’s, and she was particularly blessed in that area. Before Alena straightened up from her curtsey, I managed to look away.

“Good afternoon, Alena,” I said.

“Do you need anything, Your Majesty?” she asked, smiling as she took a step closer to me. She managed to put the faintest emphasis on the word “anything,” so little that it could have been my imagination. The look in her eyes as she smiled up at me told me she had meant it though.

“Just here for lunch,” I said.

“Well, if you need something to eat, I’d be glad to help you,” she said, turning around. Of course the first thing I noticed was her ass. Hard to miss that thing with the way she cocked her hip. She looked at me over her shoulder. “I’ll meet you in the dining room, Your Majesty.”

Man, this was getting to be too much. I shook the sight of her figure from my head and tried to focus as I walked to the dining room. 

Although, perhaps letting it stress me out was the wrong way to go about things. Yes, I loved my wives. Yes, I was dedicated to them. However, I was king of a society that expected me to have many, many wives. And at least one of my wives, Zia, encouraged the maids to flirt with me. I think she had a bit of a voyeur streak, although she had previously admitted that she liked it when I got all hot and bothered seeing other women. She got to finish me off.

I pushed the door to the dining room open right as Silvy was seating herself. She saw me enter and gave me a warm smile.

“Hey, honey,” I said. I walked over to her and kissed the top of her head, then hugged her tightly.

“Come here,” she said, puckering her lips. Once I had properly kissed her, she let me go.

I sat down and reached out, taking her hand in mind. I so loved that woman; she had been with me from my first day in this world. She was the entire reason I had made it this far. I owed her everything.

“Deep thoughts?” she asked.

“Yeah, just a bit.” I told her. “I love you so much. Don’t ever forget that.”

She smiled. “What brought that on?”

“Ah, you know. Deep thoughts.”

The door opened a moment later and Leena walked in. She wore a thin dress of pale green silk, cut in a style that Zia would love. It highlighted her slender figure and soft curves as well as the way she moved.

“Hey, Aaron.” She walked over to sit next to Silvy. The two women briefly kissed, then she sat down.

“How are you two doing with the attack coming tomorrow?” I asked.

Silvy shrugged. “We’re fine. You’ve assured us that the trolls face an impossible battle, after all.”

“Even my father says that no one could make it through that tunnel,” Leena said. “He spoke about it shortly after you became king. That was the one thing he had been concerned about; not Ralcor, not anything else. The tunnel.”

I avoided telling her that Ralcor had actually been a better swordsman than Althidon. I would take that secret with me to the grave.

“I just want to make sure you’re both okay,” I said, turning to look as the door opened.

“Oh, wow,” Leena said.

Zia walked in wearing the most revealing dress I had seen on her yet. The front was essentially just two strips of cloth; they passed over her shoulders, then went down to cover her nipples before joining at the waist. I assumed the back was completely bare. The thin cloth was snug over her hips, then flowed down to make walking easier. 

“I don’t think it would be possible for you to show more skin without walking around completely naked,” Silvy said. 

“I’m sure I could find a way,” Zia said. She gave me a devilish grin, then walked up to me and kissed me. “How’s my king doing?” She straightened up, which put her breasts roughly at eye level.

I laughed. “I’m great. Absolutely great.”

Zia laughed as well, and grabbed my head in both hands so she could briefly smother my face with her breasts. After that, she went to her seat and sat down on my left side.

“I’ve seen more boobs today than I can count,” I said. 

“Is that a bad thing?” Leena asked. She popped a grape into her mouth—a gift from the elves—and pointedly looked over at Silvy’s breasts and smiled. Silvy dressed much more modestly than Zia, but it was impossible to hide those things.

“Oh, behave,” Silvy said, but she smiled back at her wife.

“I guess I’m just not used to it,” I said. “This world is very different from mine.”

“You’re king, Aaron,” Zia said. “You have proven yourself as the strongest, so you are our leader. You are expected to take many wives and father many children. Why do you think the royal palace has so many bedrooms?”

“Good point,” I said.

“To be honest, I’m a bit surprised you stopped at just us four,” Zia continued. “Some kings in our history had as many as a hundred wives.”

“I wouldn’t even know what to do with that many women,” I said. Sure, it was a fun fantasy, but the reality of pleasing a hundred women was a bit ridiculous. Hell, even remembering their names would get difficult at that point.

“I can give you a few pointers,” Zia said with a wink.

The door opened and Alena came in with a platter of food. She had a bounce in her step, probably just to make her massive breasts move.

“What about Alena?” Zia asked, eyeing the woman up and down. “She’s certainly pretty enough.”

“Thank you, my queen,” Alena said, bobbing a quick curtsey before setting the platter of food in front of me. One of her huge breasts rested on my arm as she did so. I left my arm there; I didn’t want to move it and call attention to it. Zia saw it though, and grinned at me.

“Come on, Aaron. You know you enjoyed that,” Zia said.

“Well, this is an awkward conversation,” I muttered. I wasn’t sure where to look or what to say.

Alena quickly straightened up and looked slightly shocked. “Did I do something wrong, Your Majesty?” She looked around to my wives.

“Nonsense, you’re just fine,” Zia said. “Stand there for a moment, Alena. No, face Aaron. Yes, like that. A little closer.”

Alena stood right next to me, practically touching my chair. Her massive tits were right there. It was impossible to miss them.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Zia asked.

I looked over at her cantaloupe-sized breasts. “Yeah. Can’t lie, those are pretty amazing.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Alena said quietly, blushing. Bits of flirtation in the halls was one thing, but being put on the spot like this clearly embarrassed her. Well, it was awkward. She shimmied her shoulders slightly.

“Well, I like them,” Leena said, matter-of-factly.

Silvy sighed, and then nodded slowly. “I do enjoy the dynamics of our small, tight-knit family. But you are expected to marry the most beautiful women among us. You are the strongest, so you’re expected to have the most children.” She shrugged. “That is what has driven our evolution for thousands of years. It makes us all stronger as a people. And yes, she is quite beautiful.”

I sighed and looked back over at Alena’s massive breasts. They were quite possibly the most beautiful things I’d ever seen, and the rest of her was amazing as well. But it just felt strange. I suppose twenty-something years of living on Earth did that. I almost laughed at the thought of having four or five wives on Earth. I’d be called a pervert in no time. Hell, I’d probably get my own TV show so people could see how weird I was.

But here, it was normal. At least for a king.

“Oh, King Aaron!” Alena said as I reached out and firmly grabbed both of her breasts. 

Considering how they were barely contained in the front of her dress, they both fell out pretty much the moment I touched them. Well, that just made things easier. I gave them a squeeze, then kissed each of her large pink nipples. 

“You are indeed beautiful, Alena. But I need something to eat.” Hopefully that wouldn’t hurt her feelings.

Zia pointedly looked her up and down. “I could go for something to eat as well,” she said, clearly not referring to food. That woman was insatiable.

Alena stood there for a moment as if unsure of what to do. She quickly tucked her breasts back into the front of her dress, glanced at the queens, then leaned forward and pecked me on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Oh, you could have done so much more than that,” Zia said, trying not to laugh.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “And to you, Alena. I’m honestly just hungry and have this battle on my mind.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Alena said, dropping into a low curtsey. That time, I unashamedly watched her breasts.

After that, my personal maid left the room. I noticed Zia staring hungrily at her as she walked out.

“I swear, if you don’t bed that woman I’m just going to bring her with me next time I come see you,” Zia said. She laughed, but I couldn’t tell if she was joking or serious.

I wasn’t sure what to say to that so I just started eating my lunch. It looked like even as king, there was a lot I had to get used to.

Including, apparently, my wife’s desire for me to impregnate other women.