86. Return to Festivities

The scene inside is much as you left it – Sapphire, lacking your body to lean against, has reclined into the nest of furs that serves as a bed and looks you over with a languid eye, even as one hand keeps Feathers' face nuzzled around her legs.

“You took a while.”

You nod. “The Travelling Merchant stopped by. I had to hand the haggling to Mercy and you know how she likes to toy with people.”

The rusty kobold nods, before stretching like a cat, pulling one leg up against Feathers' shoulder and pushing the gobliness away. The greenskin doesn't even attempt to catch herself, although with her arms still bound you're not sure how she would, instead toppling to the floor with a muffled cry.

Sapphire kneels down next to her, and folds her own arms behind her back as Feathers struggles back to a kneeling position facing you. From here you can see the fluids smeared across her inner thighs.

They both look up at you from beneath their lashes, or the tiny scales that serve the same purpose, but once again it's Sapphire that speaks.

“That's not everything, is it sir? You seem... troubled. Why don;t we help make it better?”

You almost laugh at the near-porn levels of dialogue - What's porn? - and catch yourself before you can fall too far. You shake your head, the white around your vision retreating.

“That,” you say as you cross the room towards them, “Sounds like an excellent idea.”

It's not until you're upon them that you remember the reason you've not been fucking these two since your evolution. Namely, the sheer size disparity. Sapphire notices your pause, and speaks once more.

“If you will sir, I have had... ideas, on how we could handle this issue. Will you let me help you feel better?”

For some reason, something inside you rebels at the idea. Of relinquishing control, no matter how small, how briefly. You quash it. If you can't trust Sapphire, who could you possibly trust?

With a hesitation that shocks you, you nod.

“Please sir, come lie down. On your back, right here.”

Again you pause. Then, with a single movement you throw yourself into the fur bed, rolling over onto your back.

Sapphire stands then, pulling Feathers to her feet too, only to throw her to her knees once more once the two of them are next to you.

Your kobold runt kneels herself then, next to your head, and runs her hands across your face.

“Something happened. You're stressed and... upset? But non of that matters right here.”

Her gliding movements start to prod and rub, gently massaging your jaw and forehead.

“For now, you can relax. Please sir, let me make you feel good.”

You turn your head toward her, breaking the contact with her skilled claws, and stare into her eyes. Red into blue. Then you push forward just a hair, your lips to hers.

It's not a kiss that poets would write about. Neither of you have mouths designed for that sort of intimacy and your head is the size of her torso. But it's enough. She mewls into your mouth, letting you know in every way that she's not going to hurt you as she lets you take the lead, eagerly responding to your movements as your tongue snakes past her teeth. Her own tongue, so much smaller than yours, curls around you as you dominate her mouth. Heat, dormant in your stomach, blooms again.

You pull back, and Sapphire retreats too. Then, keeping her eyes on yours, she grabs Feathers by the hair, drags the gobliness' face up to meet hers, and shoves her tongue into her mouth. Feathers' eyes rolls slightly as the kobolds long tongue, thick with your combined saliva, invades her mouth. The kiss, if it can be called that, goes on and on. Sapphire's claws leave small welts of Feathers' breasts as she mauls them, still shoving her tongue down the gobliness' unresisting throat. Sapphire's namesake eyes ever leave your own.

Finally, after an age that leaves your cock hard and aching, it breaks and Sapphire speaks once more.

“I'm your first. Your second. You can have me in any way you want, whenever you want. You will always be my sir. But these other bitches?” she pulls on a dark green nipple, eliciting a groan from the still bound berserker.

“They can answer to me.”

You lean back into the furs as Sapphire pulls Feathers to her feet and begins untying the fur bindings. After a second, they come free and the diminutive kobold leans past her to speak again.

“She's going to need her arms to please you, I think. At least, how I have planned. Unless you have anything you'd rather?”

Sapphire seems to find nearly as much pleasure in switching between her dominant and submissive role as she does anything else. You shake your head, willing to see where this goes. Your kobold nods, before bringing her hand across Feathers' ass in a resounding smack.

“Up.”

The gobliness is quick to obey, scrambling up until she is sat straddling your chest. Sapphire follows, their combined weight not enough to hinder you in the slightest.

With a few whispered commands and half a minute of movement, Sapphire has them positioned how she wants. Feathers' breath is hot against the tip of your cock, her shins against your stomach and your base trapped between your thighs, your cock lies against her torso. She's sitting just straight enough to ensure your natural positioning pressed your shaft firmly against her, her breasts and things keeping you central. Her arms are ghosting the other side of your cock in feather light touches, the position forcing her breasts into a more prominent cleavage that's already dampening as the gobliness dribbles onto her own chest at Sapphire's order. Every second or two her movement brings your cock into contact with her face, causing her to flinch each time, the bindings repurposed as a blindfold ensuring that it's a surprise each time your cock tip boops her nose.

The kobold isn't looking at the submissive gobliness, instead focusing down on you from her position on your chest. Your sternum scales provide something akin to a broad wood horse – a wedge of wood, or in this case scale, that presses up against her glistening slit as she supports herself with one hand in front of her impromptu seat, the other free to caress herself. Her eyes, like pools of water, are filled with need and want.

But still she waits.

And you nod.

With a moan of satisfaction, she begins to move. Her legs provide her with just enough leverage to grind her pussy backward across your chest, her pussy getting almost flicked as it passes over each scale that makes up your chest armour. Then, arm taught, she reverses direction and drags herself forward once more, those same scales parting her folds one after another as she leaves a slick trail that chills in the air. Until she changes direction once more and heats your up once more.

Her moans are apparently the signal the Feathers was waiting for. Her legs are in a similar position to Sapphire's, folded under her plump ass, but for nearly the opposite reason. Where Sapphire is dragging herself forward and back, Feathers' hands finally touch your length as her thighs bunch to drag the entire blindfolded gobliness up your cock. Her breasts, slick with spit, slide up your shaft until your tip is nestled in between them, squeezing a drop of pre from you. Then, like the world's most tortuous squat, she slides back down. Cold droplets of lubrication slide down your shaft only to be gathered by her small hands and massaged into your length, until you feel her ass rest against your stomach once more. As she reaches the nadir of her body job, something tight and warm envelops the tip of your cock and a small goblin tongue swirls around it, gathering more pre from your cock and a groan from you.

Said groan pulls a squeak of surprised pleasure from Sapphire as your entire chest vibrates underneath her.

Grinning, as Feathers begins her next climb, you take a breath and start a low, rumbling hum that seems to travel straight out of your chest and into Sapphire's pleasure centre, if the way her eyes roll and her pussy clenches on nothing is any indication.

Feathers begins to pick up speed as lube is applied to your shaft, the lack of friction allowing her ever greater speed. Were it anyone else you'd be worried that their legs would give out before you reaches anything approaching completion, but the gobliness works out with an obsessiveness you haven't seen in anyone else, training groups of goblins and kobolds all day every day. Even with the loss of traction her wooden leg gives her, her control is absolute.

Sapphire's is considerably less so as you keep humming, her movements nearly entirely stopped beside small circular grinds on a slightly more prominent scale. Her eyes are unfocused as her free hand alternates between steadying herself and rubbing her clit when it's exposed.

You lean forward slightly, till your head is in position for Sapphire to lean on which she does almost immediately, one hand grabbing for your horns as you take your first breath since starting your hum.

Then your tongue snakes out and displaces her rubbing fingers. She yowls at the sudden slickness, both hands grabbing onto your horns for dear life as she shudders atop you. As soon as she seems slightly recovered, your tongue slides out further, almost doubling back on itself as it pushes into her wet pussy. This finally seems too much for the poor kobold, who entirely slumps against you as she cums seemingly without end.

The constant sounds of wet flesh on flesh from your cock slow and stutter as Feathers' wooden leg finally loses the battle against frictionless scales and lubrication. The gobliness half falls, using her incredible reaction time to wrap her still intact leg around your cock as she topples, the tightness rolling down your length as she hugs herself to your cock. She doesn't let her accident stop her however. Unable to find purchase to get her leg back under her without stopping her ministrations, she seems determined to finish you another way, her mouth desperately struggling to fit more than a few inches of your cock.

Unfortunately for her, you're not particularly close yet. You chuckle, withdrawing your thrusting tongue from the mindless kobold on your chest.

“Time for a change, I think.”

It takes only moments to reposition the two much smaller girls under you.

Feathers, still blindfolded, now occupies you previous position on her back in the middle of the nest of furs that's even more matting with fluids. Sapphire kneels above her head, the gobliness' black locks pooling in her rusty lap as she recovers. Your cock is once more against Feather's torso, only now you're in position to set the pace. Knowing what's coming, the chiefteness wraps her arms in a loose circle above her breasts, and sets her legs in a 'V'.

Her torso is still covered in a mixture of fluids, but your first thrust still rocks her back into the furs. Your second is met at the apex by the sucking pressure of her mouth, but you give yourself no time to enjoy it, instead pulling back for another thrust.

Each time you push against her, Feathers' eyes widen a little more and her attempts to catch your tip in her mouth a little less accurate. It's not until your cock slaps against her wide eyed look of shock and her eyes roll back that you figure out why – your new position causes the entire length of your cock to grind against the gobliness' pussy with every thrust.

Aiming for her mouth becomes a moot point soon after as Sapphire collects herself enough to shift, bringing her dripping slit over the gobliness' face. With how short Feathers is compared to you, You have to angle yourself more to prevent hitting Sapphire in the face with your chest with very thrust... Until she leans forward, trapping your thrusting cock in between their bodies.

It's not long after that Feathers begins to let out a series of ever escalating high pitched grunts as her long awaited orgasm approaches. Her tongue, you presume, goes into overdrive as Sapphire's limbs clench around your length and her own telltale shuddering begins anew. With the two of them acting like a vibrating flesh-light, your feel a familiar tightness begin to boil over.

“Fuck I'm going to cum,” you grunt out, and Sapphire rolls to the side, hooking herself underneath the unresisting body of Feathers who is begins to pump her arms around you until the two of them are half sat up a scant few inches from your throbbing cock.

The first blast of cum hits Feathers square in the chest, pooling and dripping between her tits as the second spurt catches Sapphire in the face. The two of them continue stroking you, alternating their aim so that each, progressively weaker jet of cum hits them in a different place until you're finally spent.

You pull away, pausing for a moment to admire them both, stuck together in a spider's web of your creation.

Sometimes, it's good to be the boss.

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