The morning moved rather quickly.
To pass the time until the leader was ready, Bessy used me to fuck her to satisfaction. While I pleasured Bessy, Tiffany was made to lick my old cum out of Helena's pussy. At Bessy's orders, Tiffany also told Helena over and over how beautiful she was, and how much Tiffany wished she was not an old cow with saggy tits.
The male goblins took Griss to another room and used him to empty themselves of cum. I was not sure what happened in that other room, but when they all returned the males were giggling and Griss stank of urine.
Eventually the leader decided it was time. He ordered all of us to get cleaned up and ready to move.
The goblins raided Tiffany's closet to find something to cover themselves. They took whatever fine garments took their fancy and tore them up to make small cloaks. While they did so, Bessy comforted Tiffany by telling her that she shouldn't worry, '...Afterall, livestock don't dress up in the field. Soon you are just going to be a big waddling object for bulls to relieve themselves into. Don't need dresses for that, do you, my big milker?'
The cloaks they fashioned were not fool-proof disguises, but they did not seem concerned about this. When we all left the house, I saw why.
The usually busy streets were somewhat deserted. We saw a few humans about, but there were also some monsters among them. Even one monster within the walls was unheard of, but apparently a vast variety of them had made it through the defences in the night. All of them seemed to be in heat just like the goblins, and they were making use of the citadel citizens.
Our next-door neighbour, the elderly heiress to a noble family, was laying naked in her garden begging loudly for a troupe of gnomes to cum on her skin and in her mouth. A voluptuous baker was bent over a pile of flour sacks, moaning loudly while a thickly muscled orc took her from behind and commented on how stupid and cock starved she was. A trio of guards all leaned against the wall of a cottage, leggings around their ankles and smiling gleefully as a half-woman, half-serpent used all six of her slender arms to simultaneously milk their cocks and tickle their balls.
Everyone looked so happy. It was wonderful.
The only thing that disturbed me were the occasional screams that we heard echoing through the citadel. The screams never lasted long though. I told myself that the sounds were just the silly vocalisations of someone who was about to understand how sexy and amazing these monsters were.
It did not take us long to reach the inner keep where the king resided. The doors to the keep were open and no one was in sight, although we could see some discarded guard clothing scattered about.
We all pressed on inside and made for the royal hall. We encountered a few guards on the way, but they proved no match for us. Griss and I incapacitated some while the rest fell victim to the goblins' heat. Rather than using them for sex though, the goblins seemed to delight in entrancing the guards and making them fuck each other while we continued on.
We arrived at the hall. A dozen or so royal guards had formed a defensive position in front of the locked doors. The king was obviously inside, and so far the guards had repelled any attempt to get through.
The goblin leader ordered us all to stay a safe distance from the guards. He pulled a glowing bottle out from under his tunic and examined it. Inside the bottle buzzed a little swarm of fireflies. I looked closer and saw that they were actually fairies, roughly a dozen of them. They looked mostly like little glowing humans, but with obvious insect parts like dragonfly wings, compound eyes, and antennae.
The leader unstoppered the bottle, laid it on the ground, and rolled it towards the guards. The fairies whizzed forth, leaving little clouds of sparkles in their wake. They rushed towards the guards and started buzzing around them, enveloping the men in whatever the sparkling material was that they were exuding.
The guards cried out and flailed with their weapons, unsuccessfully trying to fend off the tiny aggressors. As the guards fought, they began to squat lower and lower. It took me a moment to realise that the men were actually standing tall, but their height was gradually diminishing. Something about the fairy dust was working on the guards' stature.
The leader smiled. 'A little trump card from the crone. Knew it would come in handy.'
I watched on, a queasy feeling in my stomach as I witnessed the men grow too small to hold their weapons. The swords fell from their shrinking hands. Soon their armour became a weighty personal cage for each of them. They became so small that they disappeared into their uniforms entirely. Their clothes and armour flopped on the ground and stilled.
The door was now unguarded.
The goblin leader waved us forward. As we approached the door, I could hear some high-pitched sounds coming from the ground. I spied a glowing patch near the discarded uniforms. The fairies had rounded up the guards, who were now exactly fairy-sized, and were having their way with them. The tiny naked guards were in a group on the stone tiles, each of them either vigorously fucking an insectile female fairy, or on their hands and knees sucking on and being fucked by the male fairies.
The goblins cleared the space in front of the entrance to the royal hall. The door was locked, but Bessy quickly picked it. We all set our shoulders to the massive doors and pushed them open. Apparently the king thought his inner sanctum too impenetrable to bother equipping it with bars or barricades.
The hall was a massive ornate space decorated with hanging tapestries and beautiful artworks. The tiles were of finely worked marble that created an intricate pattern leading all the way up to the dais that supported the king's throne.
The chubby, blonde king was ornately dressed and bejewelled. He sat atop his throne looking frightened. Around him were 5 advisors wearing silk robes and 4 menacing guards.
Our group walked into the centre of the huge room. As we did so, the guards closed ranks around the king and the advisors. They bellowed at us to stop, taunting us with cliché threats.
When we reached the centre of the space, the leader again halted our group. He produced another object from under his tunic. It was a little charm attached to a piece of charcoal. He used the charcoal to draw an oval on the marble floor. In the centre of the oval he made an arcane little mark that I did not recognise.
The leader stood back, clapped his hands three times and performed a quick chant.
A cold, dusty wind filled the room, blowing outward from the oval on the ground. We all covered our faces against the buffeting air. When it died down we looked up to see something in the oval. It was a short form, only barely taller than the goblin leader. It wore a threadbare cloak, concealing most of its body, but I could see that it was hunched over in a haggard stance, clutching onto a small staff or rod.
The thing in the oval cackled, its voice rough, but definitely female. It unclasped its cloak and threw it away. The creature was a swamp hag. It had dirty, matted black hair atop its goblin-like head. It wore only a few strips of clothing to cover itself, allowing us all to see its murky, greenish-brown skin that bore a number of warts and hairy moles. It walked over to the goblin leader and I could see its ancient, long breasts swinging as it moved. The strip of clothing over its pelvis did not hide its nest of unruly pubic hair.
