Monsters in Heat in Control

A spring was in my step. It was my first shift as an officer of the Citadel Watch. It was nearly unheard of for a royal guard not of noble birth to rise this high. Yet there I was. Proud of my achievements with a bright future to come.

In fact, everything in my life was going well. I had my sweet Tiffany, my new bride, a noble-born beautiful rose. Add to that a lovely villa within the King's citadel and two fairly-paid servants to tend to it. I was thankful for it all.

My life was the ideal of honest, chaste, refined civilisation.

My new officer's position had come with a magnificent set of armour and an officer's tabard of glorious white with gold-woven trim. I modelled it for Tiffany when preparing for the shift. She had veritably swooned, exclaiming how handsome I looked. I was a little embarrassed by all her attention, but as Tiffany said, 'Refined people take the time to celebrate their success.'

I strode through the barracks and every soldier I passed saluted dutifully. My presence in my new livery commanded respect, and after so many years of working hard to attain this position, I was revelling in the perks.

I reached the assembly point to find my shift-mates mostly ready. However, three men were arguing about something. Two younger recruits and an older, experienced watchman. I approached and they ceased their quarrel, saluting me.

'Watch officer, sir.'

I looked them over, saw unease on all their faces. 'Ready for the watch, lads? What's this spat all about?'

One of the younger ones said, 'It's Denning, sir. He's not shown up and he looks to have let down his duty. No one's seen him.'

The older watchman interjected, 'Denning is not here, sir, but to say he' let down his duty is to go too far. Denning's friends were the four that disappeared on the last full moon. He's not been right since they vanished. He fears the moon, sir. Just like we all should.'

The other young watchman made a dismissive gesture. 'Out of here with your wives' tales. Ain't no spookies or ghoulies going to take you on the full moon.'

The experienced watchman said patiently, 'Heed my words, lads. Disappearances can always happen on the full moon. For years we seem to have had a reprieve, but its started back again. Denning's missing friends are proof. We need to be careful out there on watch tonight or any one of us could be hauled away by a monster. The citadel scouts have said they've seen lamia and goblins prowling outside the walls.'

This elicited jeering from the other assembled watchmen. One of others shouted out, 'If you can't handle a four-foot goblin then you should not be taking the watch, Baris.'

The group laughed. I raised my hand to call for silence, which is exactly what I got. This respect for my command was almost intoxicating.

With all eyes on me I said, 'No time for fighting amongst ourselves, watchmen. Whether it be rumour or not, I too have heard of the increased monster activity. Monsters are supposed to be stronger with the full light of the moon. Such tales may just be hokum, but let's use it as an excuse to stay sharp and keep a high vigil. Yes?'

In unison the men shouted back, 'Yes, Watch Officer.'

I was doing brilliantly.

'Alright, then. Good. Let's us all get out onto the walls and relieve the current watch. Keep yourself and your watch-mates safe. Serve our King with dignity.'

The men filed out to the citadel walls, and I followed them.

The night was cold and passed uneventfully for the first few hours. No serious incidents were reported, though a few of the men had seen movement beyond the wall, which was not unusual and nothing that concerned me.

The talk of monsters, disappearances, and the significance of the full moon echoed in my head though. Had Denning really abandoned his watch? Did he know something about tonight that the rest of us did not? It was undoubtably strange that those four watchmen had not been found last month. Not even a sign of blood from where they disappeared.

I was walking a section of the wall alone when a noise drew my attention. It was coming from an auxiliary barracks that connected to the wall through a short passage. I took a torch with me and went to investigate.

As far as I was aware this auxiliary barracks was supposed to be empty. Such structures dotted the wall and could be used as resupply areas in times of war, but this was one of many that had been closed down. Anything inside of value would have been removed save for some basic weapons. Even if there were something in there to plunder, the door of the barracks leading to the citadel would have been barred from the inside. Unless some burglars had taken the entire barred door off its hinges, the only way to gain access would be from the wall itself. Impossible for a citadel burglar, but not impossible for a monster that may have climbed up from outside the wall.

I entered the passage. I could see light in the main room ahead. The braziers had been lit.

I should have taken someone else with me. I should have called for one of my men. Maybe it was my pride in my new station that caused me to think I could handle it alone.

When I crossed into the main room I could hear faint voices. The light from the braziers was not terribly effective, but even so there did not look to be anyone--or anything--here.

The room had a large store off to one side where weapons or gear may have been kept. The wide door to this was ajar. I advanced with my torch held out. The faint voices seemed to be coming from in there.

I attempted to keep quiet, but even so my approach was detected. The voices went from careful whispers to hissed instructions, and then silence.

'Who is there?' I asked, unsheathing my short sword. 'I am armed and I am an officer of the Watch. Come out.'

A few more words were hissed before silence once again fell.

I crept forward and used my sword to swing open the door. The light of my torch illuminated three shabbily-dressed goblins. It looked like I had caught them in the process of taking the basic armaments that were kept in the barracks store. The three of them just stood still and quiet, not making a move, even when I beckoned them to come out.

'Out, I say!'

Nothing. They seemed to be testing me.

The store was fairly deep and the three goblins were at the back. I would have to fully venture into the room to apprehend them. Still, in my hubris, I did not think to call for help. Three little dirty goblins, whom I was led to believe from my education were dim-witted things with no motivation beyond basic thievery and rutting amongst themselves. I was more than a match for them with my training in swordplay.

I entered past the threshold, my sword held out threateningly. When I was inside the store something jumped down onto my head, impacting me soundly. A fourth goblin had been perched on a set of shelves.

I had felt the impact and heard my sword clatter. Everything went fuzzy and dark for a moment, and I was vaguely aware of my body being shoved and pulled around.

When I regained my senses I was on my back, arms stretched up over my head and bound to one of the shelving structures. My short sword--and all the weapons in the room for that matter--were kicked well away from me. The torch was seated in an alcove, and the door was closed.

I tried to say something imperious and commanding to them, but a filthy, rusted knife was quickly shoved against my throat. I got the message and shut my mouth.

'Good boy,' said the largest of the four, a male who was standing by my legs. 'He's got a head on him. Smart little boy. Pretty too.'

The one with the knife to my throat leaned into view, a female. Being so close, I could smell her body odour. It was warm, and musty, and not unpleasant. 'This couldn't be more perfect,' she said. 'He's an officer.'

The other two crouched down beside me. They were males. Not as big as the one I judged to be the leader, but just as mean-looking. They both had the same gangly limbs and overly long noses. Brothers, perhaps?

The leader grunted. 'Alright. We should go put out those braziers. No sense getting more caught in the trap. You right here, Bessy?'

Bessy nodded, moving the knifepoint deftly over my throat without cutting my skin. 'Yeah. But let me just give him a good smell first.'

Bessy handed the knife to one of the brothers. He squatted and kept it near my ear, making a couple of jabs with it to let me know I was in peril. The brothers both seemed to just be wearing stained jerkins. When the one with the knife had squatted down I caught a glimpse of his manhood. He was not wearing any underwear. I quickly looked away, but unless I missed my mark it looked like he was swelling up with excitement.

Bessy sauntered her petite frame around to stand over me, one foot on either side of my hips. She looked down at me, her eyes glinting prettily in the faint torch light. She was wearing a skirt that was cut scandalously short--not something my pure and demure Tiffany would wear. Above the skirt was a little laced up shirt that just barely covered her ample, round breasts.

The more I stared up at Bessy, the prettier I thought she was. It was as shame she was born a monster, because she was almost enchanting. Particularly the way she smelled. It was wild in a wonderful way. I had to fight to try and keep myself in check. I was stirring uncomfortably in my leggings.

'Do you have a wife at home, Officer?' Bessy asked.

I nodded.

'I bet she does not dress like me, right? She probably covers everything up.'

I nodded again, my eyes moving to the hem of her skirt. I stared at the bare green skin of her legs. That skin looked soft, almost milky.

Bessy slowly walked forward, placing herself first over my bellybutton. Then my abs. Then my neck. The shadows of the torchlight were keeping her hidden from me. If it were daylight I would have been able to catch a glimpse of her underclothes.

She reached down and slid her fingers up under the skirt. She fussed for a moment and then pulled down her loose panties, which got to her knees before she let them go. They fell onto my neck.

The smell was amazing. They smelled like her vagina, and sweat, and something richer, like wild impassioned sex.

Tiffany and I had had sex on a few occasions since we became married. I knew the smell of Tiffany's vagina, but it was always a clean, mild thing. Tiffany made a point to wash herself before we coupled, and our sex made a wonderful smell, but it was nothing like this. I wanted to grab the female goblin's underpants and shove them into my nose. I wanted to scent them like an excited dog.

The smell was so intoxicating. I began to fear she would take those panties away from me and the gorgeous smell along with them.

She lifted one foot out of the panties, and with the other she kicked them off to one side. Involuntarily I whimpered. I snapped my head round to follow their flight as they were flung into the darkness.

Bessie giggled. She leaned down, bringing her gorgeous face closer to mine. 'You liked that smell, didn't you? You said you are married. I bet your wife does not smell like that, does she?'

I shook my head. My eyes shifted to the hem of her skirt again, eliciting another giggle.

'Ok, sweetheart. Let's give you a sniff of mummy's pussy. You can smell what a real woman is like.'

She straddled my head, enclosing my ears in the warmth of her calves. Slowly her hips were lowered down. Her skirt slid over me, mercifully hiding my face from the other three goblins who were still watching.

I felt her warmth above me. The smell became intense. It was every smell I associated with sex and so much more. It was thick, and wet, and told me of types of sex that I had never experienced.

She kept lowering and her pussy touched my nose. It was warm and slick. Lower still, so that the tip of my nose just barely popped inside between her wet folds. I breathed deep.

Above me Bessy said, 'Alright boys, you can go deal with the braziers. He won't leave me. But get his leggings off on the way out, will you?'

I heard the other goblins shuffle around. Hands then tugged at my clothing. My leggings and underclothes were pulled down to my boots. Without thinking about it I had lifted my bottom to aide them. My cock now bobbed about, erect and eager. On the way out, one of the males gave it a little kiss that I did not find unwelcome.

It was now just me and Bessy.

She cooed sweetly, talking about how handsome I was, how she would feel so privileged to have a handsome man like me lick her pussy.

I wanted to give her that privilege, but I still had thoughts of Tiffany keeping my actions somewhat in check. I did not want to be unfaithful, and actively licking this dirty goblin's privates would be an act of unfaithfulness. No matter how much I wanted lick all that dirtiness clean.

'You don't have to say it,' she said. 'I understand. You are betrothed. But there are a lot of things that two people can do that is not sex, or unfaithful. Here.'

She eased herself off my face and it took the last of my resistance to not pulled her back down. I was finding it increasingly hard to remember why I could not fuck this beautiful goblin until I impregnated her.

Bessy moved down over my hips and lowered herself again. Her pussy touched the end of my cock. The warmth was magical. I stared into her eyes as she pushed herself lower, letting me inside with agonising slowness. The wait was too much. I grabbed her hips and pushed her down. The weight of her body and my hands forced me all the way into her. Our pelvises and pubic hair ground into each other and we both released a pleased sigh.

'See,' she said. 'This is not ruining your marital vows. It's not unfaithful if you don't cum. So let's just enjoy ourselves and you can tell me to stop if you think you are going to cum.'

At the time the logic made perfect sense. I agreed with her.

She pushed herself up right until the tip of my cock was only barely inside, and when WHAM, back down. She repeated this motion until my balls tightened and my cock began to feel impatiently responsive.

I was sure there was something I was supposed to do, or to not do. My mind was fuzzy though. All I could think about was the smell of her pussy, which still stuck to my face. I wanted more than anything to unload my seed into her womb.

Someone came back into the room. They stood over my head and I saw that it was the large goblin, the one I took to be their leader.

He shook his head at me. 'Pathetic. But we will make some use of you. Right now, in fact.'

The male took off his belt and worked some fastenings. His clothing slid off and he was naked, with me looking up at his balls and his surprisingly thick cock. It was green like the rest of him, but with a red tip that stood proud and glistening. I could not take my eyes off this feature. Was I salivating?

I could smell him now. With his clothes off the smell of his manhood was seeping into me with every breath. It was wild like Bessy's smell, but different. That was fine though. I loved smelling this smell as well.

He got onto his knees. His balls settled lazily over my mouth and nose. The skin was wrinkled, but warm. I could not remember what I was supposed to be doing, so I did the only thing I wanted to do. I opened my mouth and took in one of his balls, sucking on it softly and relishing the salty taste.

The male goblin grunted. 'There we go. You have the idea now. If we met you on any other night of the month you would have slain us, but the heat is powerful, isn't it?'

I did not understand what he meant. I kept on sucking, using my tongue to massage him gently.

'Next one,' he said.

I knew what that meant. Gosh, I was such a fool for getting lost. I quickly let his testicle shift out of my mouth and I took in the other, sucking on it vigorously to make up for lost time.

'Shhh,' he said. 'It's alright. I'll forgive you for neglecting one of my little baby makers. It don't matter, anyway. You'll be milking both at the same time soon enough.'

The taste of his balls was so wonderful. It was intoxicating. I lusted now after his cock. Surely that would taste better. And how would his cum taste? I had never tasted cum before, and all I wanted to do now was taste his.

Bessy was still moving slowly up and down my cock. My excitement at sucking on the goblin's testicles gave me the last push I needed. With a loud, joyous moan I started to feel the building inside me. Bessy knew what was coming. She pushed herself down onto me hard, driving the tip of my cock into the entrance of her womb. She then reached behind and tickled my balls while moving her hips in a gyrating motion.

I tensed up and grunted, orgasming harder than ever had before. My cock jerked inside of her, filling her with globs of cum. I kept going, kept cumming, somehow for longer than I ever had before. How did I have this much semen inside me to give? Bessy continued milking me and I was thankful for every moment.

Finally my orgasm started to slow. Even then she did not lift herself off, instead electing to stay with my wilting cock inside her. I was grateful for this. She felt so wonderful. I wanted to stay in her as long as I could. I wanted our mixed sex to dribble out of her and onto me, coating me in our smell.

With that done I went back to focussing on the testicles, licking and sucking dreamily.

The goblin above my face pulled himself up, leaving my mouth feeling empty. I sighed mournfully when his balls were taken from me. I was moments away from arguing--from begging. To my delight he shifted around on all fours and poised his cock over my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and reached up with both hands to grab the cheeks of his ass.

With my hands guiding him, he lowered down into my mouth. His cock slid over my tongue and it was heaven. A delicious savory treat. I sealed it inside my mouth with my lips and licked at it playfully. I sucked and teased it while he used his legs to drive it minutely in and out of my mouth.

It was glorious. I loved sucking it. I stared to wonder why human society frowned upon men taking other men's cocks into their mouths. I now felt like I had missed out on something special for not doing this sooner. Though to be fair, I had never wanted to do this before. It was only this goblin that made me desire his cock. I would have to make sure he let me suck his cock again.

I must have done a fine job at tantalising him, because it was not long before he was muttering things like, 'Oh I'm going to paint your mouth, you noble nitwit. My dirty old cum is going to go down your gullet and you'll thank me for it, won't you? Fucking right. You'll smile at me and ask for a little more if my wrinkly ol' balls can manage it.'

He tensed up. I could feel his cock straining. Then, in wonderful fits of pleasure, his cock spasmed and released great gouts of semen into my mouth. The jets of it were hot and thick over my tongue. I tried to contain it all, but he kept on cumming and it spilled out in rivulets down my cheeks. I still sucked and licked him as best I could, even though it was difficult with his cum continuing to fill my mouth. I shamefully allowed a good deal of it to spill out. I hoped he could forgive me.

The goblin sagged. His cock stopped spasming and he withdrew it. I swallowed the mouthful of cum he had given me. It was sweet and salty at once and I prayed that I could have more of it.

He lurched away and rolled onto his back, panting.

With him out of the way Bessy wriggled further up my body, laying herself with her head against my neck. I could feel the wetness as she continued to leak our combined fluids over my tabard. Suddenly though a very warm and voluminous wetness spread over me. She giggled as this happened and I could feel her abdomen tensing. She was pissing on me. The strong smell of it filled the room and I imagined that my tabard was no longer white. Even so, I did not mind. I was just happy she was happy.