King of the Goblins—Chapter 38

We went to bed early that night, both of us exhausted and Silvy happily filled with my cum. She fell asleep with her head on my shoulder and one arm and a leg thrown across me. Her small body was lightweight, so it was quite awesome. For a moment my eyes drank in the beauty of her curves, but exhaustion set in and we both quickly fell asleep.

Silvy woke up before me, but her crawling across my naked body was enough to wake me up. Of course when I opened my eyes her ass was right there, so it’s safe to say I woke in one of the best ways possible.

“Just thought I’d give you a nice view,” Silvy said, smiling over her shoulder at me. She wiggled her butt at me one more time, then climbed down from the bed and fetched her dress.

I had a busy day ahead of me so I wanted to get right to it. I fetched my things while Silvy spread some of her homemade jam on thick slices of dark bread for me.

Once I had pulled a fresh shirt over my head I went into the kitchen and set my shield on the table, then leaned my practice spear against the wall. Silvy set my breakfast on a plate in front of me. I smiled as I noticed the front of her dress was still unlaced. It gave me an unparalleled view of those massive breasts of hers moving around while she cleaned up.

I scarfed down the bread and jam, then kissed Silvy on top of the head and pulled her in for a tight hug once I was done.

“You smell like sex,” Silvy said with a laugh.

“I know. I’m going to the hot springs first, then to Caelora,” I replied.

“Good thinking,” Silvy said, and leaned up on her toes to kiss me. “I’ll head there shortly myself. See you in a few hours.”

I slipped the shadow stone in my mouth, grabbed my spear and shield, and left her house. 

Even though it was just a practice spear, carrying it around made me feel a lot different. It was still a six or seven foot long staff, and I could hurt someone with it. Walking around a city with a weapon felt…. I don’t know, strange. The shield seemed to amplify that feeling.

It didn’t take me long to get to the hot springs, although as usual they were plenty busy. I carefully moved around the sides of the massive room, staying out of sight and out of hearing range, until I was at the pools at the very back, which no one really used. 

Once I felt safely out of sight, I set my spear and shield behind a large rock where no one could see them, then quickly undressed. My clothes went behind the rock as well, although I made sure to keep the shadow stone in my mouth. I briefly wondered what would happen if I accidentally swallowed it. I guess I’d be invisible until it came out the other end.

I resisted the urge to soak in the hot water and instead hurriedly scrubbed myself down. I was used to not having a towel by now, so I simply stood there for ten or fifteen minutes until I was dry enough to pull my clothes back on.

“At least these running shoes are quiet,” I muttered to myself as I crept across the stone floor of the giant cave. 

Dozens of bathing goblin women made for a pleasant stroll through the springs. I tried not to stare too much but I was absolutely surrounded by voluptuous beauties. With a broad grin, I made my way out of the springs and back into tunnel city.

I was getting used to sneaking by the guards by this point. It usually just took a bit of patience. Sure enough, I waited for about five minutes while watching a soldier at the tunnel exit and eventually he turned so that I could slip behind him. I moved as quickly as possible while staying quiet. 

At least I had a spear and shield if they tried to attack me. Of course this was a practice spear so the tip was a padded ball of leather, but I could still crack someone over the top of the head with it if I needed to.

That thought stayed with me all the way to the mouth of the tunnel, where as usual, two guards stood vigilant. I crouched down behind them for a few minutes, trying to think of how I was going to get by. Only a few days until I launched my attack, so I felt slightly reckless, although I knew I needed to keep those feelings in check.

I could pretend to be a spirit again, although Silvy hadn’t been a fan of that. Using blood magic was probably my best bet, although I had to be careful with that. Using too much magic would just lead them right to Silvy’s place.

With that in mind, I did something stupid. I drew my arm back and rammed the padded tip of my spear right into the back of the guard’s head. The guard on the left fell forwards as if his bones had turned to water. The guard on the right noticed this and drew his club, looking around as he approached his partner.

Perhaps it wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but as I ran across the patch of grass between the mouth of the tunnel and the forest, I reminded myself that those guards would kill me on the spot if they actually caught me. They could deal with a few bruises over the next few days.

As I hurried towards the tree I used to enter Caelora, that thought stuck in my mind as well. Only a few days left before the fight of my life. I had never been much of a fighter, so the thought of what was coming tightened my chest. I reminded myself that the gods of this world had chosen me and that I was incredibly strong with blood magic. I also had people helping me. I was going to be fine.

I got to the tree and took my time climbing. Eventually, I’d get used to all those damn stairs, but for the time being I just went slowly.

Once at the top, I made my way through the elven city with the shield on one arm and my practice spear leaned against my shoulder. I suppose that gave me a certain look that some of the women liked, for I definitely received a few interested smiles. It made me wonder what a skinny, almost waif-like elven woman would be like after spending my time with the short and ridiculously voluptuous goblin women.

“Good to see you this morning,” Althidon said when I arrived there.

I gave him a slight bow, hand over heart. “Are you joining me today?” I asked Taranath, who stood next to Althidon.

“I am,” the tall elven man said. “I wanted to try a few things, considering some of the situations we’ll probably find ourselves in. It’s best to practice.”

“Glad to see you carrying both the spear and shield today, instead of relying on me to provide the spear each time,” Althidon said. “You’re getting more accustomed to carrying them around. I can see it in you. That’s a good thing.”

I hefted the spear for a moment. “Yeah, I guess it does feel a lot better than it did a few days ago,” I said. 

We began our training like normal, with me running through basic movements to warm up. After that, he had me spar first against one, then two of his students at the same time. Three was simply too much, and I failed every time. But against two, I was just fast enough to keep them at bay while Taranath looked over my shoulder and said he could get a shot off.

That was basically his plan: to stay behind me and launch arrows into anyone that got close. At one point he pulled out a bow and sent three arrows in rapid succession into the center of a nearby target, thoroughly firming my trust in his abilities.

“Have you given a lot of thought to a specific plan?” Taranath asked after a while. “I certainly hope so. I don’t feel like charging in there, no matter how strong in magic you are.”

“Yes,” I said. “The women will be with me, doing everything they can to kill or at least slow any soldiers that approach us. I’ll be joining in as well, of course, but I have to make sure I save my strength for Ralcor. I have a feeling he’ll be particularly difficult. Even with magic.” 

I avoided mentioning his pendant that made him resistant to magic. I didn’t want to tell Althidon or Taranath about that yet. I had a plan that would deal with him, but it required my women.

“I’d say you should gather some of our wizards up, but I’m not sure that would send the right message,” he said. He looked over at Althidon, who nodded.

“You don’t want people to think of it as an elven invasion,” Althidon said.

“Good point,” I said, frowning in thought. “It’s bad enough that I’m not a goblin. But at least I’m taking goblin wives, so that should help. And I have the goblin people’s best interest in mind.”

“I wonder how a political marriage would do,” Althidon said as if thinking out loud. “To secure our two nations. Ah, we’ll concern ourselves with that later.”

“So, do you really think one man can do all this?” Taranath asked Althidon. “Sure, he has excellent help, but in the end it’s up to Aaron.”

Althidon frowned and rubbed his chin. “I’ve been in a lot of fights over the last several hundred years. With that in mind…yes, I do think he can do it. He’s already a capable fighter with the spear, but that doesn’t really matter. He’s strong in blood magic, which is absolutely devastating. Plus, he has the help of three more women that will be using magic. And one of those has been using it for many, many years. I think the attack will go smoothly and be surprisingly easy.”

“Now, if we had no magic, that would be a different story,” Taranath continued. “Goblins are fierce fighters, and their small stature makes them smaller targets. Add in the confines of their cave cities, and you have a recipe for a disaster. Fortunately, though, we have magic. All of us. Even Althidon and me, to an extent.” He smiled after that last bit. 

“Whoever thought a coup would be easy,” I said with a chuckle. I leaned on the spear for a moment while I thought about this. “I won’t lie, I’m nervous. It’s happening in only a few days.”

“You should be nervous,” Althidon said. “Men will die on that day, and not all of them bad. Some will just be doing their job.”

“Well, that doesn’t make me feel any better,” I said.

Taranath stepped in. “You have to understand, this is the price of saving the goblin kingdom. And while some of those soldiers might not be bad men, they serve a truly horrible king. Sometimes when one apple is bad, you have to throw the whole bunch out to stop the rot.”

I didn’t really care for that train of thought, but I understood him. When the soldiers started trying to kill me with spears and clubs, I wouldn’t really have the opportunity to stop them and ask if they were good people or not. Hopefully some of them would simply surrender and stand aside.

I made a mental note of that. Surrender. Most people obeyed Ralcor out of fear, not respect. If I gave some of the soldiers a chance to surrender, perhaps I could save some lives. Perhaps I could avoid a bloodbath.