During the night, after a satisfying bout of being used by the goblins, we had all cleaned ourselves up and gone to sleep. During this period of rest the goblins had switched out to keep a watch.
The night started to retreat. We were all ordered awake, dressed, and gathered in the sitting room. The goblins seemed like they were preparing for something. They were nervous.
The poor things looked so tense. I offered to help by draining the balls of the three males, but I was simply told that there would be time for that later.
The goblins were clumped together watching the windows. They kept Tiffany and I close, occasionally taking the time to passionately kiss us or have us lick their anuses. They seemed to enjoy that. Especially when they called us horrifically crass names and we agreed with them while continuing to lick. I must have confirmed with them at least a half-dozen times that I was indeed their cum-covered, fart-sniffing little breeding bitch. Tiffany had done the same, but they instead liked to give her names that talked about how stinky her pussy was.
When we could see the sky lighting over the surrounding rooftops, one of the brothers asked, 'And you are sure about this? If that old crone did not come through we will lose the heat and likely our heads.'
The leader snarled. 'Not your place to question me, is it? Anyway, the chieftain was convinced, so I am as well. This will be a good test of it though. It's just a bit riskier than testing it from the other side of the wall with a hostage.'
'I'll say,' said the other brother, immediately cowering away when the leader raised his hand.
'Anyway,' Bessy said, 'don't you still feel it? I'm still in heat, I know that much. I'm ready for some cum right now. Doesn't that prove it? Usually the heat's warn off as soon as the sky changes. And we know these two are still well up for licking any part of us that we wave in their faces.'
The leader nodded. 'Yeah, I can already feel my balls getting swollen. I'm still in heat. But that's a different thing to the effect it has on others. We need to make sure the crone's spell still works on prospective mates. As for those two, they are so full of our smell and our cum that they are not a good test. I'd feel better if we could take someone fresh right now.'
As if in divine answer, something sounded from the kitchen. It was our servants, Griss and Helena. The two of them were out the back with the morning's produce.
Tiffany was excited. She clapped her hands and said, 'It's our servants. They will be wonderful tests for you. I am sure they would love to pleasure you. Griss was a soldier in the last monster war, but that was a while ago. I'm sure after he gets a smell of you and a taste of your cocks he will see how marvellous you really are.'
The leader smirked. 'Well, that is definitely the plan, darling.'
The goblins scurried off, using the shadows to hide themselves. Tiffany and I waited patiently for what was about to happen.
We heard Griss and Helena enter the kitchen. They moved things around and softly made chit chat.
Griss was the first to emerge. He crossed in front of the sitting room and spotted Tiffany and I.
'Oh, Lord and Lady. Apologies. What... uh, are you doing down here? Is there a concern?'
A loop of leather whipped around Griss's neck. He was dragged into the sitting room by one of the brothers. The other males were in wait with their own long leather throngs. Griss fought them well, but they got the leather around a wrist and an ankle. He lost his leverage and went to his knees, unable to right himself while the goblins pulled at him from different directions.
As the goblins wrestled with him, Griss called them all manner of names. Stinking monsters. Beasts. Filthy pus-sacks. Dung grubs. I did not like Griss speaking in this manner, but I took solace that his tune would change soon enough. He would see how sexy and giving they all were.
Griss's hands were finally pulled behind his back. The leather was used to tightly bind his arms and his ankles. He found himself relatively helpless on his stomach, though he still continued to struggle, unwilling to give up the fight.
'Lord! Help me! We can fight off these demented little shits together! Lord!'
'Don't worry, Griss,' I said calmly. 'You will understand soon.'
Griss looked dumbfounded.
The leader loomed over him. 'A veteran are you, cutie-pie?'
Griss spat and snarled. 'Let me out of these bindings and I'll show you how much of a veteran I am. We fought you disgusting dung grubs and we won. You have no hope of winning here, whatever you are planning!'
The goblin males took turns removing their clothes while two of them at any one time were using their weight to keep Griss down. Soon all three were naked. The brothers knelt near either side of Griss's head, their arms pushing down on his shoulders to keep him in place. The leader then got down on all fours, his ass facing Griss. The little goblin leaned back and down until his legs were bunched under him and his arms were stretched out in front in a supplicant posture. The leader's ass and swollen balls almost touched the top of Griss's head.
A stream of drool ran over my lip and down my chin. Griss was so lucky. I hoped they would bind me like that after him.
All three goblin scrotums were within sniffing distance of Griss. The goblins kept their packages far enough away that Griss could not try and injure them with a bite or a headbutt, but it was still close enough for the smell of their heat to do its work.
We all watched on as Griss started to calm down. His cursing stopped and he went still. The goblins got up and flipped him over.
