Goblin Now in Charge

I was sent to take Girelda's bedding to the stream and wash it. Naked, covered in magically voluminous cum, I complied.

Girelda allowed me to put some hide wraps on my feet before I left. This at least allowed me to walk to the stream without cutting my feet. I was cold and miserable since the cum had cooled and was becoming sticky and uncomfortable.

When I reached the stream I did my best to wash myself and then the bedding. It was late and the light was beginning to fade. The low light through the trees seemed to be casting a green tinge over my skin. As I moved around however I noticed that the tinge was confined to one area, my pelvis. And most prominently, my cock.

I rubbed at my greenish skin and moved around to make sure it was not just a trick of the shadows. It wasn't. My skin was green. Not as green as a goblin's, more of a green hue on my pink, human skin, but it was there.

The fact that the tip of my cock was most affected pointed to it having to do with fucking that goblin. Had she or her slick juices stained me? Some kind of lasting mark to confirm that I had rutted with a goblin?

Krunk spoke from behind me, as if reading my thoughts. 'Oh that's right little one. You have the mark on you. Anything sexy with us gobbies will leave you tainted. You seem surprised, which is odd. Most human colonies in these parts know about things like this.'

I wheeled on Krunk, anger and confusion choking my words. All I got out was a bit of a garbled strain.

'And its not just your little cocker, either. You buried your face good and deep into Yifraine, didn't you? I can tell. Not to mention the stain from that goo she shoved in your mouth when you first arrived.'

My heart sank. I had definitely buried my face in my mistress's beautiful pussy. Did that act mean that the skin of my mouth and cheeks and neck bore the green stain? Would any human who saw me know that I had been rutting with monsters?

Krunk sauntered closer to me, looking hungrily at my now clean body. 'I can fill in the gaps if you like? Pussy juice and goo will add a nice tinge, but nothing beats the bright green of goblin semen splashed all over you. You'd be a pretty little thing when I paint you with a few loads.'

I recoiled, stepping away from him. My face involuntarily sneered before I could think better of it. Krunk caught this gesture and fumed.

'Think you are too good for Krunk's little pecker, aye? Like I told you before, I'll have you begging for it twice a night after you get a nice little taste of it.'

He stormed away, apparently happy to leave it at that.

In a fugue I wrung out Girelda's bedding and started back to the homestead. If I was marked like this then I could not return to human settlements. The Kingdom did not take kindly to those who consorted or allied with monsters, and I was wearing proof that I had laid with them.

I had to try and find a way to remove the stain. I remembered Yifraine giving instructions to Girelda. She told Girelda to grab a bottle from the magic larder. If I could find the larder maybe I could use something there to remove the stains and return my skin--and possibly my mind--to normal.

When I got back to the clearing no one was around. I hung Girelda's bedding up so that it could dry some. When I was assured that I was alone I went to the dwelling that seemed to be my mistress's house. No one was there. I pushed open the door cautiously and went inside.

A few minutes of searching led me to a large walk-in cabinet lined with all sorts of bottles and magic ingredients. Some of the bottles glowed powerfully and I was suddenly intimidated by the array in front of me. If something here had caused my balls to swell monstrously and something else had turned me into my mistress's slave then how was I to know what effect any of it would have? I could apply the wrong thing and burn my body to a crisp.

The door to my mistress's house closed and I berated myself for being fool enough to leave it open on my way in.

There was a tutting from behind me and I slowly turned. It was not my mistress. Krunk stood there with a wicked grin on his face.

'Predictable as a massaged cock, you are. We all know what happens to a massaged cock eventually, right?'

I did not say anything.

'Yifraine has gone to deal with another client. She will be back in a little while. Long enough for me to tell you what you are looking for, and for you to apply it to your skin.'

Would he actually help me? I didn't know. Krunk shared this property with my mistress though. It would make sense that he would have some knowledge of the larder.

'How do I know you would really help me?' I asked, already suspecting the type of answer he would give.

'Well, I am a little goblin of my word. If you take care of me, I'll be sure to take care of you. I'll tell you exactly what you need from that shelf... but, you need to show me that you respect ol' Krunk, and that you like ol' Krunk. You have not shown me much respect or kindness yet, have you?'

I swallowed, fighting back the urge to berate him, or just plain attack him. If I did anything to get on his bad side he would likely just direct me to something in the mistress's larder that would cause a nasty effect when I applied it.

'No, Krunk. I haven't.'

'Good of you to admit it. Ol' Krunk has not done anything bad to you, has he? You should be nice to ol' Krunk.'

'Yes, I should. I will, if you tell me what--'

'Uhuh, no no,' he said as he wagged a finger in the air. 'We are beyond that, aren't we? You need to really show me. Now, answer that question I asked you. We all know what happens to a massaged cock, don't we?'

Krunk moved off to my mistress's bedroom while taking off his clothes. I left the larder and found him lying on her bedding, naked with his cock standing straight up. The goblin gave me an exaggerated wink and put his hands behind his head.

I knelt down beside him and reached out for it. His cock was impressively long, but rather thin, with a head that stood red and pointed like a ripe strawberry. My fingers neared it, but his hand shot out, grabbed mine, and pulled it close to his mouth. With another big wink he spat a massive glob of spit and phlem into my hand, then pushed it away.

'Nice and slick now. Don't forget to add some of your own spit to it as you go, my little helper.'

I shifted position and got closer to him. I could not tell if it was the phlem or his cock, but the air was suddenly musty and a little acrid. The smell became more heady as I rubbed my lubricated hand up and down his shaft, coating it all around.

I started to pump his cock, dribbling my spit onto it as I went. The strawberry tip seemed to swell, and clear droplets oozed forth.

I felt a little like gagging, but this was the only way for me to get that correct potion. And as much as I hated to admit it, my cock was standing erect as well. The smell and the warm feeling of him under my hand made me start to enjoy this. Krunk was a vile little monster, but somehow I was happy to play with his cock. Was the smell working like an animal in heat? Drawing in mates?

Just as I was getting lost in the action of rubbing his shaft up and down the door to my mistress's shack burst open. I turned in shock, scared that my mistress would be standing there. Instead I was relieved to see Girelda. I quickly realised that I should not have been relieved.

Girelda stormed into the dwelling and slammed the door shut behind her.

'You little bastards are here excluding me from the party, eh?'

'Oh bugger off, you trollop,' said Krunk, who reached out and grabbed my cock, clearly to establish his dominion over me.

'Ill do no such thing. You are welcome to have this one suck on your little tadger, Krunk, but don't let Girelda out of the fun. I promise I wont get near your filthy little body. You can have the human do that. But I want my piece too.'

I could not say anything, this whole thing was so insane. My head swum with the smell of Krunk and I still remembered the lifechanging orgasm that Girelda had given me hours earlier. I was not in a place of thought, but primal need. I needed to release my own cum, and I needed Krunk to release his.

Girelda was soon on the bedding with her legs open. I was on all fours with my face hovering above her pussy. She stroked my hair and cooed sweetly as Krunk positioned himself behind me. I felt his strawberry tip on my asshole, slick with our combination of phlem and spit. Krunk did not wait long. He circled my hole twice and then began sliding into me.

I tensed and huffed. Girelda comforted me with little whispers and then yelled in a horrific voice, 'Oi, you fish-stinking bastard, don't ruin his pooper. Be careful back there!'

I felt Krunk take her heed and he pulled back a bit. She spit some more lubricant and rubbed it around before plunging his length into me, pushing his weight against my ass and my back. It drove me forward and I settled my face into Girelda. Her arms and legs wrapped around me as if she were a trap. I was stuck, tangled in her with nothing to do but to use my lips and my tongue on her wet, pulsing pussy.

I could still taste my cum in her. When she tensed up in pleasure from my tongue globs of my semen oozed out into my mouth. I lapped at her as Krunk found his rhythm. He forced himself into me right up to his balls. Our scrotums touched when he took the time to bury himself all the way in. Mostly though he rammed into me clumsily, his cock stabbing at my insides and lighting my anus up with pleasure as his shaft zinged past my nerve endings, in and out, in and out, for what seemed like ages.

I began to worry about my mistress returning. I worried about what she would make me do if she found me with these two when she had not expressly ordered me to fuck them.

Krunk's excitement started to get the better of him and he was babbling things like, 'yeah little slut... gonna take that... that cum will be all yours... ive got a stain for you...youll taste salty for a week after I give this to you... gonna be all white and smiling sweetly and loving ol' Krunk.'

Girelda was enjoying herself, and was frustrated to the point of screeching when Krunk suddenly pulled himself out of me, grabbed me by the shoulder, and flipped me over onto my back. Girelda seemed like she wanted to protest, but gave up her cause when she realised what Krunk was up to.

Krunk put himself on top of me, our cocks together. He pumped his little fist along his shaft and before I knew what was happening, thick amazingly-sticky ropes of whitish green cum spewed out all over my cock. The semen erupted from his red tip in jets that pasted my cock and pelvis like paint. Krunk was muttering and spluttering as he came, and as his steam slowed he grabbed at me and ran his hand up and down my shaft, rubbing in his cum and using it as lube. I was so aroused that it took only a moment before I let loose my own stream, though it paled in comparison to his. I came over my stomach to the sound of Krunk's jeering and calling me lewd names. According to him I was his slut, his cum rag, his cockring, his salty little cum boy.

Finally, Krunk's hand stopped pumping at me, and he breathed heavily as he moved his hand down to massage my balls. I lay there, allowing myself to relax. Girelda moved on top of me, pressing her warty nose into my face and kissing me. I could not move, nor did I want to. I was spent. All I could think about was the fact that Krunk would certainly be pleased enough to tell me where my mistress kept the potion I was looking for.

Krunk started massaging my belly with one hand and one of my nipples with the other. I could feel his cum on his hands. The places that he rubbed it were drying and becoming cool. I had a sudden realisation of what he was doing, and why Girelda was distracting me.

I tried to push Girela off, but she was prepared for me. Her arms wrapped around me and she laughed into my mouth as her little tongue licked my teeth and kept up our passionate embrace. I was able to pull her bony arms free and get her away. I pushed Krunk away as well but it was far, far too late. He had taken his massive, ropey load of cum and rubbed it all over me, causing heavy staining to my cock, my balls, my stomach, and my chest. The placed where he rubbed it were an opaque greenish white, a much more prominent stain than anything Girelda had given me with her pussy.

Girelda got behind me and grappled my head. She exerted just enough control to allow Krunk to get up to my face with his cock, still oozing that thick stringy cum. As if signing his name he whipped the strawberry tip across my lips, rubbing a trail of cum on my face. I pawed at it but only managed to smudge it.

'Aw, now come on we had such a nice time, didn't we? Don't ruin it now by acting like you don't like ol' Krunk. This was all about proving that you like and respect me, remember?'

Defeated and aware of my position, I gave in. I reached out and gave his drooping dick a little kiss and licked up the last of his cum. He nodded at me, a wicked smile on his face.

'There we go. You are a good boy after all.'

I kissed it again, then lifted it up with one hand, and kissed his balls each in turn.

'Thank you for fucking me,' I said sweetly, trying to curry his favour again after my rejecting display of trying to get him and Girelda off me.

'You are a good boy,' he said. 'And ill give you anything you want. The bottle that's glowing blue is what you are after.'

I wasted no time. I pushed myself up and ran to the larder. It would all be worth it with that stain removal spell, potion, whatever it was.

I grabbed the bottle that glowed blue and removed its lid. I was not sure if I needed to rub it on my skin or drink it, but I made a quick call before any goblin decided to try and stop me.

I upended the bottle in my mouth and drank the entire contents. A strange wave of sensation went through me. My skin started to turn blue to match the blue glow of the liquid. I waited for the reaction to fully take hold, but nothing further came. My skin was a beautiful shade of blue, but the parts stained green still remained completely unchanged.

Krunk and Girelda were behind me giggling.

'I knew you wanted to change your skin colour,' Krunk said, 'and there we go. A gorgeous shade of blue. Don't worry though, that'll fade away in an hour or two and you will go back to being human coloured with nice green stains all over you. But for the next hour you will be a lovely little pretty thing showing off that gorgeous blue hue. Now, lets talk about what you might do for me and this skank to keep our silence about you raiding the larder.'

To be continued...