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Goblin Princesses Need Love Too

By: Nervade



The battle had been truly ferocious, but at the end, Sir Swoonmore had fallen the horrid Dragon Thrakmal in a dazzling display of bravery and swordsmanship. The bloated corpse of the nefarious beast lay motionless on the ground, wisps of smoke wafting up from its large nostrils into the acrid air. 

Something you may not know about Knights: They have a secret sixth sense when it comes to Princesses in distress, and any Knight worth their armor would get a certain tingle in the back of their neck when a Princess nearby was in trouble. Sir Swoonmore was going about his day when he picked up that familiar sensation, gathering up his armor, shield and sword, and braving the horrid lair of the vile dragon to free the poor, abducted Princess. 

Upon finding the enormous and blasted keep of the vile Dragon, Sir Swoonmore could hear the pleas of a fair, young princess who was calling from the dungeon tower. The brave Knight entered the keep and fought through legions of vile skeletons, navigated his way through countless death traps, solved numerous clever puzzles, and floor by floor cleared the keep of its vile evil, till only the Master of the keep, the vile dragon Thrakmal was left.

The Princess was chained to a wall overlooking the battle, the entire room filled with thick, hazy smoke. Through the haze, Sir Swoonmore could see the outline of the girl, and he did like that outline. She was far away, but she was clearly busty, with an hourglass figure and as alluring a silhouette as could be imagined. The young Knight inwardly smiled, knowing that the rules of the realm made it so that any Princess who is rescued by a Knight is legally bound to service him in any manner the Knight might crave, and he was most certainly looking forward to his prize.

After the titanic struggle, Sir Swoonmore smoothed some of his blond hair back, confident hazel eyes focused on the hazy outline of his Princess prize. He began to make his way towards her as her sweet voice echoed through the cavernous castle. "Oh, goodly Knight, your bravery and fighting prowess are incredible! I have never seen such courage! You have rescued me, and, as a Princess, it is my duty to reward you with any smutty request that you might desire! Come, unbind me, and let's get it on!" Her voice was excited and breathy as the Knight approached. 

Truly, Sir Swoonmore lived up to his name. The young, broad shouldered Knight was handsome, tan, and utterly swoon-worthy, his eyes were hazel to the point of being vivid and soulful gold, and his face was masculine and chiseled. He boldly unsheathed his sterling sword and swung it twice, shattering the chains that bound the princess to the cold, gloomy stone wall. Each time his sword hit steel, sparks would flash, and the motion cleared the thick black smoke that obscured the young Princess' appearance. Finally, the Knight could see his prize.

Sir Swoonmore blinked in complete, utter surprise at what he saw. She was five feet tall. Her hair was sleek and black, sheered in a stylish bob that followed the angle of her chin, the color of pure, utter shadow and darkness. Her sinfully curved body was poured into a sleek black, form hugging evening gown with thin spaghetti straps that displayed an absolutely dazzling bit of cleavage. She was wearing a dainty, dull brass tiara that was riddled with rust. Her eyes were heavily lashed, large, and red. Her ears were large and ended in sharp tips. Her nose was long and pointy, and her skin was a light minty green in color.

"You...you're...you're a Goblin?" Sir Swoonmore said incredulously. 

She smirked and quirked an eyebrow at the sexy Knight, setting her small fists at her less than small hips. "And YOU are a dreamboat!" She said exuberantly, looking Sir Swoonmore up and down with a wide, approving smile. She had heard about the young, handsome Sir Swoonmore, and seeing him live and in the flesh made the tales she had heard feel completely under-stated. He was, by far, the finest looking male that she had ever seen. "Young, hot and studly, AND you can fight? Man, I didn't think anyone would be able to beat that dragon! That was the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

"I...uh...well...thank you." The Knight stammered as he looked down on the spunky little Goblin. He sheathed his sword and looked around, unsure with how to deal with this current situation. Goblins and Humans were constantly at war, always fighting whenever they crossed paths, and this recent turn in developments was...interesting, to say the least. "Well, um, I guess I'd better get going, yea?"

The Goblin Princess' beady red eyes saddened, and she frowned. "Whoa, Whoa, WHOA! You...you're just gonna up and leave like that? Are you a rookie at this whole Knight business or something?" She was so expressive and excitable, and her hands were a flurry of motion as she talked. "I'm a Princess. You're a Knight. By the rules of the realm, if a Knight saves a Princess, she has to do whatever he wants in a most kinky manner. Don't you read fairy tales?"

Sir Swoonmore gave her a sardonic smirk. "No, I'm not a rookie, thank you very much. He folded his arms over his impressive chest, sculpted and defined. "It's just...well...we...you...I...you're..."

"Oh, I get it!" She said, mimicking his pose and crossing her arms underneath a truly opulent, impressive rack, mashing her big green boobs together in the process. Her doing the gesture was far more impressive than him doing it. "It's because I'm a Goblin, isn't it? You're a RACIST!"

Sir Swoonmore gave a double take at the accusation. "I...I am not!"

"Then let's do something sexy!" She exclaimed, giving him a sultry wink.

The blond knight was not used to women being so bold. "But, I don't even know your name!"

"Jeez, you Humans are so formal and all that. FINE." The young Gobliness confidently puffed out her chest, arched her back, and extended her dainty green hand, which was decorated with all manner of big, gaudy and rusted brass jewelry. "I am Floy, Princess of the Rustbucket Goblin Tribe."

Sir Swoonmore took to one knee, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips, kissing her soft skin. She smelled so good, like a mixture of sweet perfume and sweat from the humid air of the castle. He didn't want to admit it, but the Knight did enjoy the look of her minty green skin, smeared as it was with sweat, making her look like a slick and glossy prize. "Um...a pleasure to meet you, Milady. I am Sir Swoonmore, Knight of the Sterling Chalice Guild."

When his warm lips met her warm hand, Princess Floy shivered, a bead of sweat forming at her brow and coasting down her face. His very presence was getting her hot. She took her hand back and clapped them together loudly. "Well! Now that formal introductions are out of the way!" She looked the kneeling Knight over. "You into doggy style? I would say yes—You certainly look like a doggy style guy." She nodded confidently. "Should I just stand against the wall, or do you wanna bend me over some rubble?"

Her bluntness was truly confounding to Sir Swoonmore, who was practically blushing. "I...uh...what?" He shook his head, gathering his thoughts and speaking clearly after a long pause. "I don't think...this is...erm...we can't just..."

Princess Floy looked up at the handsome, tall Knight. Her red eyes began to fill with tears and her plump, sinfully pouty bottom lip began to quiver. "You...you don't think I'm pretty?" She fought back fully sobbing, her voice so weak and breathy. "Is it my nose? It's my nose, isn't it?" She put her hands over her face. "What kind of a Princess am I if I can't even get a Knight to like me?" And the Gobliness began to openly weep. 

It was honestly heart breaking to see the young girl cry, and Sir Swoonmore took a step closer to her. "Hey! I didn't say that! I think you're pretty, I do!"

"Stop teasing me!" She exclaimed between sobs.

"I'm not!" 

"Prove it! What do you like about me?" 

He kneeled down and tilted his head to her, finding her sudden vulnerability strangely alluring. He appraised her from head to toe. "Well, a lot, actually." A smile came to his lips as he reached out and began sifting his fingers through her shiny black hair. "For one, I like your hair. Actually, I LOVE your hair. I've never seen hair like that before. Human girls have long hair."

She sniffled and wiped some tears away. Her voice, when it came, was meek and soft. "Yea, it's a Goblin thing." She smiled to him. "Thank you, Sir Swoonmore. Do you...do you like anything else?"

"Well, sure!" Those hazel-gold eyes practically consumed her. "I like your skin. It looks so soft...and green." Those fingers stopped combing through her hair and he began to feel her face, stroking her cheek, tracing fingertips over her full, pouty mouth. "And...mmmm, well...I like more, but I shouldn't say...I don't want to offend a Princess..."

"No, say it." She implored, leaning into the caress of his palm. "Please?"

"Well..." The Knight wet his lips and built his courage. "You...you have a GREAT set of boobs, you know."

Princess Floy smiled brightly, practically glowing like a beacon under the warm compliments he was giving her. Blossoming like a flower under the nourishment of his compliments. "They are 36DD's, is that...is that good?"

The Knight shivered and sighed. "Oh, that is PERFECT." He said, almost hungrily, eyes locked on her succulent, sweaty cleavage. "I like a girl with a nice, sot, big set of tits." He immediately straightened and coughed. "Apologies, Milady! I am being crude..."

She took a step towards him, her smile bright. "I like you crude, Sir Swoonmore. I'll make you a deal?" She reached out and began to trace her fingertip along the ornamental patterns engraved into his armor breastplate. "I won't tell anyone in the whole wide world that a brave, goodly Knight is being crude...if you don't tell anyone in the whole wide world that a dainty Goblin Princess is being crude? That way...we can be as crude as we like..."

Sir Swoonmore gave her a slow, devoted nod. "I do vow this, Milady."

"Good!" Princess Floy exclaimed excitedly. "Now...I can be crude and say that I want to suck your cock." She gave him an impish grin. "Ever gotten head from a Goblin slut before?" She paused. "Want some?"

The Knight shook his head from side to side, watching as the young Princess Floy reached down and began to unfasten his pants slowly. "I have not, Milady. I would like that..." 

"Good." Her voice was soft and sultry now, and her red eyes locked onto his passionately. "Would you like my tiara on or off while I give you a blowjob, goodly Knight?"

Sir Swoonmore's gaze was glossy and glazed over with lust. "Leave it on...I like it." He watched her as she unfastened his pants and unsheathed his steely flesh lance, a thick, throbbing masterwork of inches, the tip of which already pulsating and capped with a bead of glossy precum. 

"As you wish, goodly Knight." Her red eyes cast themselves down on his thickness, and she let out an awed gasp, not kneeling before him, but bending over towards that gorgeous cock, her small, dainty green hands reaching out to cradle its weight, one hand resting under his fullm impressive and shaved sack, the other hand supporting the underside of the tip as she stared down on it. No woman had ever handled his cock like that before, as if it were a treasure, a prize. "Oh, my, Sir Swoonmore! You are such a beautiful man." She looked up at him, her voice pleading and sensual. "Would you like your Goblin Princess slut to put your cock in her mouth now?"

"I would..." Sir Swoonmore said earnestly, his voice so deep and bold and strong.

Princess Floy placed her hands on the Knight's hips to steady herself as she gracefully bent over before him, her tongue contacting the tip of his girthy prick's tip and swirling it around the mushroom end of it, smearing his precum over her lips, lubricating her first long, slow drag down his shaft. She fit about half of him in her tiny mouth on her first try, swirling her head in slow, steady circles as she felt the tip press against her gag reflex, making her thickly lashed red eyes water before she pulled back, her stomach turning at the deep gag, leaving a gooey, thick phlegm condom of clear drool on his shaft as she slowly pulled away from it. Bubbles of foamy spit were wreathed round her sultry lips, and she looked up to him with teary eyes. 

"I hope you don't mind if I make a bit of a mess? I'm a sloppy little girl when I suck cock..." She almost seemed embarrassed about the trait.

Sir Swoonmore answered her by reaching down and gripping the sides of her head with both hands, tilting her head down eagerly and sinking his hips forth, stretching her supple mouth wide with his throbbing cock, which summoned a girlish and muffled yelp from her Highness. "I don't mind..." He said breathily. "I like it sloppy...come on, suck it already..."

His strong hands clenched the Gobliness' head in a vice like grip, beginning to rudely usher her face forth on his cock, bobbing her head up and down in quick, steady strokes. Princess Floy's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her Knight began to buck his hips forth, tagging her throat with that throbbing member. Her stomach turned and lurched noisily, and her heart fluttered and pulsed. No Goblin was this thick and girthy, and the taste of him, musky yet clean, was a far cry from the usual taste of Goblin Cock that she was so used to. She was immediately an addict to it and the salty taste of his precum.

Her thick, meaty and pendulous tits hung and bobbled in the confines of her tight evening gown as she was bent over and forced to give head, pumped onto his lap by two strong hands, her bobbed black hair swishing back and forth like some slick, sweaty curtain as she gacked, gagged, hacked and coughed against him, her long, pointy nose mashed up against his rock hard abs as Sir Swoonmore dutifully face fucked his Princess.

The young Goblin's stomach churned forth a heady concoction of gooey, clear saliva that was fucked out of her mouth, with bubbly, frothy bubbles of it creating thick, phlegm ropes of drool that splattered onto the cold stone floor beneath them. She was indeed a messy one, and her slovenly attentions had coated the Knight's shaft and balls in warm, silky spit. The Knight's cock was so thick and aroused inside her mouth and throat, being pumped back against her gentle gag reflex again and again, the Goblin Princess' throat being downright dominated and abused, with her loving every single minute of it, singing a sordid and sloppy chorus of "GURK GLURK GLURGH!" as her mouth was so very violated.

"Let me get my hands on those big, meaty tits, Princess..." Sir Swoonmore said, releasing his vice grip on her head and reaching down under her to scoop Floy's jugs out from their pretty evening gown, palms groping, pumping and squeezing the flesh that he found there, finding her slick, sweaty and warm green tits filled his palms so nicely. "Mmmm, fuck yes, suck that cock, you green whore, serve me with that mouth..." 

His words fueled her, and Floy began to steadily, quickly pump her head up and down on his cock, being certain to suck in her cheeks to completely envelope all that scrumptious dick with her plump, warm mouth as her supple rack was fondled obsessively. This Knight was certainly a tit-man, as his cock stiffened obscenely as he played with her succulent rack. 

All this stimulation, from the thrill of being rescued, to the frantic blowjob she was currently engaged in giving, as well as the pleasure and sensation that her Knight gave her as he pumped and fondled her sensitive boobs, was arousing Princess Floy to absolutely no end. As she was bent over standing, her plump, round ass so high in the air, her soft, tiny and delicate mound had left a trail of glossy, gossamer nectar that was trailing down her supple inner thigh. The Princess' slit was a true work of beauty, smooth and hairless, a small and taut haven that her Knight was rapidly looking forward to exploring further in the very near future.

Sir Swoonmore tensed, and he clutched the Goblin's tits roughly as his hips shot forth, jamming his prick down her gullet as he began to shoot a stirring, thick and goopy load right in Princess Floy's mouth. She let out a muffled moan of surprise as he suddenly exploded in her mouth, her dainty hand slapping against his thigh as the sheer volume of cum made the Princess' eyes bug wide open. Surely, Human males were capable of VASTLY more sperm production than their Goblin counterparts, and he groaned out sultrily as he came in her face, the Goblin Princess coughing against the force of his load, a sizzling line of pearly cum drizzling down one of her nostrils as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

A forceful wellspring of cum finally concluded, and the Knight released the girl's tits. The Princess held all his cum in her puffed out cheeks, slowly pulling away from him, his cock leaving her mouth with a loud, wet POP. She stood straight with some effort, her gorgeous minty green tits fondled right out of her dress, olive green nipples erect and pointing at Sir Swoonmore accusingly. He breathed heavily, panting as his gold eyes locked on the sight of the sweaty, sloppy Goblin Princess.

She tilted her head back slightly, displaying that gorgeous, soft throat. Her lips slowly parted and she showed him the thick, goopy white sea that he had gifted her. Her dainty black tongue began to play and sift through all that cum, and she pursed her lips, blowing a few obscene bubbles with it before she reached out and took his wrist in her hands, bringing his hand to her throat and pressing it firmly there as she swallowed him down. Once, then twice to clear any residue. She then opened her mouth wide, displaying that she had consumed the entire batch of him, before she offered a vivid, happy smile, her hair matted to her face, her mouth and chin sloppy with foamy drool, her green skin and tits slathered in sweat. She was perfect. She spoke to him in a husky, throat-abused voice. "Thank you, Sir Swoonmore."

The Knight staggered a step back at the obscene, sensual display, saying the only possible thing one should say after such a beautiful encounter. "I think I'm in love..." 

Goblin Princesses Need Love Too Ch. 02



"So, like...what's the mad rush, again?" Floy, Princess of the Rustbucket Goblin Tribe asked with a bored sigh. It had been no less than a half hour since she had delivered a session of sloppy, rousing head to her handsome Knight rescuer, and since then, she had been accompanying Sir Swoonmore throughout the dreaded and abandoned lair of the horrible, now deceased Dragon Thrakmal. 

Her Knightly pal was smoothing his hands along the cold stone wall, his hazel-gold eyes scanning ever section of the place around them. "We are looking for treasure. All Dragons have a treasure hoard." He turned to her and gave a sardonic smirk, mirroring her quote from their earlier meeting. "Don't you read Fairy Tales?"

Floy rolled her beady red eyes. "Well, DUH, of course Dragons have treasure, but Dude, we just kinda like...you know...had a MOMENT and all that. This is not exactly my idea of basking in the afterglow of orgasm." She sighed and laced her arms around herself, hugging her own curvy figure. "And as for treasure, I think I have the most prized thing this castle has ever had in it, resting comfortably in my belly." She grinned. "You cum like a freaking horse, you know that? You must have been seriously backed up, because that load was like-"

Sir Swoonmore turned to his short, busty ward, the utter freedom in which she expressed herself always a source of entertainment and shock to him. "Thrakmal had a bunch of skeletal thralls that served him. I had to fight through them to get to Thrakmal."

"I know." Floy swooned again, as was her fashion. "I could see the piles of bones all over the castle. Did I tell you how hot that is, by the way? The whole fighting thing?"

If he ever let the Goblin Princess talk without interruption, silence would become extinct, so the goodly Knight proceeded. "Skeletal Thralls, once defeated, reform the very next time the moon rises. It's late, and I really don't want to fight them all again, so I would REALLY like to find this treasure hoard and be out of here before we lose daylight. Hence the, how did you put it? Mad rush?" He shook his head at the expressions he'd already picked up from Floy. Turning to her, he tilted his head. "And...what's a Dude? Is it some kind of monster?"

Princess Floy folded her arms under her majestic rack. "It's a Goblin thing. Anyway, Thrakmal doesn't have a treasure hoard, man, look around you! This place is a dump. If he had a treasure hoard he could afford air conditioning or something. It's frikkin' boiling in here." She let out an exhausted little sigh as she leaned back against the wall. Indeed, the Dragon's lair was a humid place, and while Sir Swoonmore wasn't a fan of the temperature, he was more than enjoying the way the humid air made the pretty Gobliness' skin glisten with slippery, enticing sweat. 

"This place isn't exactly stylish..." The Knight said as he carefully examined a few sets of chains that decorated the wall nearest him. His keen eye caught the fact thatamong the rusty and tattered links, one hanging chain was obviously newer than the rest, so he took it in his hands and turned to her. "But Thrakmal is a Dragon, and even the less sophisticated ones always," With both strong hands, he gave the chain a sudden, quick pull, and it lowered a bit from its wall socket, a series of grinding and loud sound came from the floor as a secret trap door opened between the two of them. "ALWAYS have a treasure hoard." He gave her a white smile and a confident wink.

Floy's eyes lit up like a little green kid at Christmas...or, like, whatever passes for Christmas among Goblins. "Yea, baby, TREASURE!" She made an excited dash towards the open doorway, a musty staircase descended into the bowls of the castle. "Race ya to the bottom!" She exclaimed before making a start to scurry down the stairs. Sir Swoonmore effortlessly scooped her up and spun her half circle away from the door, just as a singular and rusted spike thrust itself up from one of the pressure sensitive plates in the stairs.

Floy let out a quick and adorable girly-yelp when Sir Swoonmore set her back on her dainty heels and she saw the crude instrument that would have surely impaled her naughty bits, along with her spleen, heart, and brains. 

The Knight kneeled down beside her and explained calmly. "As I was saying; All Dragons have treasure Hoards, and those Treasure Hoards are always trapped." He leaned over and gave the Gobliness a small and warm kiss on the forehead. "Better let me go first." And he began to make his way down the staircase.

The battle tested and courageous Sir Swoonmore had seen it all in his tenure as a Knight; Fire traps, spike traps, acid traps, boiling water traps, mouse traps, day traps, night traps and all traps in between. Floy watched in absolute, slick-loined glee as her Knightly escort disarmed each and every hardship they came across on the long staircase journey. "You...oh, wow..." She reached out a soft and green hand and smoothed it along Sir Swoonmore's chest, her big, gaudy brass rings clattering against his armor as she did so. "You are...really good at this..." Her eyes fluttered like a schoolgirl at her crush. Seeing him do all these Knightly, adventurous things made her absolutely ravenous for him, and the young girl was overheating by the second.

"Thank you, Princess. I graduated first in my class at Knight College. I majored in traps." He gave an unimpressed shrug as he looked around them. "Looks like Thrakmal should have invested in a more accomplished architect."

Something told Floy that there wasn't a hardship, obstacle or trap that couldn't be overcome by her handsome rescuer, and she smiled with those sultry, shapely cock sucker's lips. Tilting her head, she gave him a questioning look, some strands of her thick, silken bobbed black hair slithering to cover one eye. "What's a Guild?"

"Hmm?"

"Earlier. You mentioned that you were in the Sterling Chalice Guild. Is that like...your gang?"

"Oh!" Sir Swoonmore reached into his adventuring bag, digging around for a moment before procuring a small and folded letter that he presented to her.

Floy squinted and leaned forward, a finger smoothing the hair away from her face as she tried to make some kind of sense out of the strange markings on the paper before her. She looked down at the floor, her voice meek and embarrassed. "I...uh, I can't read Human..."

Sir Swoonmore gave a bit of a wince. Floy was so personal and energetic and excitable that he often times forgot that she was a Goblin, hailing from a race of peoples that his own race had been at war with for as long as could possibly be remembered. He took a knee on one of the stairs and turned his back to her, holding the paper in one hand, and trailing the letters under it with one finger as he read it aloud. The paper had a symbol on it of a gleaming silver cup with some text beneath it. 

Floy smiled and leaned in close to him as Sir Swoonmore read, the Goblin Princess following with her eyes over his shoulder. "This note hereby and officially recognizes Sir Swoonmore as a member of the Sterling Chalice Adventurer's Guild, granting all the authority and rights permitted to members in good standing." His finger lowered to the fine print at the bottom of the document of his adventuring license. "And, right here, along the bottom, it says real small-like...The Sterling Chalice Adventuring Guild is a steadfast union of brave and noble souls of various talents and backgrounds, all assembled for the protection and betterment of all good and living souls of the realm. We are servants and guardians, protectors of the weak and defenseless." Sir Swoonmore could recite the motto by rote from memory. He turned to Floy, who was peeking over his shoulder, her full, heavy young breasts resting over his shoulder. "That's us: Protectors of the weak and the defenseless." He said with a proud smile. 

They were so close to each other, young, warm mouths merely an inch or two apart. She smelled so good and sweet, Floy's vivid red eyes locked onto his golden ones. She replied with an eager, breathy, desperate kiss, hoping he wouldn't get mad as she lost any semblance of decorum or self control. She wanted to kiss him. She needed to. So she did.

It was a warm and pleasant few seconds shared between them, the very simple and innocent meeting of their lips. Floy pulled away after what seemed like eons. Still, it wasn't long enough. A thin strand of gossamer saliva linked their lips for but a split second before breaking, and the two merely looked at each other, frozen in that wonderful, giddy little moment.

As was usually the case when things got silent, Floy was the one to speak. "Would you...would you REALLY mind terribly fighting all those skeletons again, Goodly Knight?" And with that, she set both hands on his chest and gently ushered him to sit back on one of the stairs. She then hoisted one shapely, astonishingly sexy leg over his hips, reaching down with dainty and accurate fingers to begin the process of unfastening his pants. All the while, the Knight watched in silence. "Because...for the life of me, I simply cannot imagine that I shall be done doing what I wish to do to you before the moon rises and those terrors reassemble..."

"I think..." The Knight wet his lips, his breathing heavier as he watched her. "That I could somehow...some way find the inner strength and resolve to bring those foul creatures low once more, Princess." He grew impatient, and the Knight quickly reached for the fastening of his pants, fully intent on ripping them off rather than wait for his aching, already roused cock to be freed.

Floy gently put her hands over his. "No." Was all that she said, locking eyes with him, her voice something serious now, not at all the playful, spunky girl anymore, but a Princess, regal and powerful in her presence and tone. "Sir Swoonmore of the Sterling Chalice Guild, you have given so much of yourself in the service of others, and now, as royal blood, I wish to, for once, see that you are properly served." She took one of his hands in both of hers, raising it to her soft lips and kissing it before setting his hand down flat on the staircase. She repeated the gesture with his other hand before speaking further. "I don't want you to do anything, Goodly Knight, but sit there and let me serve you." Her eyes lowered and Floy looked away bashfully. "Please." She added.

Sir swoonmore gave a deep and long breath at the beyond wonderful offer. When a lovely young girl straddles you, what choice do you have but to relent? "I'd like that, Princess." Was all that he said, taking no action but watching Foy as she slowly continued the work of unfastening his pants. Her breathing picked up a bit, and she gave a noticeable swoon of excitement as finally she unsheathed his steely, throbbing manhood, strong and young and vibrant and majestic. She always would recall the feel of that lordly scepter clogging her throat, hammering back into the depths of her silky and tight throat. Her body reacted to the memory, and her smooth, hairless slit began to slicken with its oily glitter. 

Sir Swoonmore's cock was ragingly hard, its thickness and girth impressive even among Human standards. For Floy, who was smaller than your average Human, it was like some Titan's Maul taken the avatar of flesh. The Gobliness reached down and pressed the warm palm of her hand against the thick, cloudy bead of precum that had formed on the tip of her Knight's arousal, and she began to slowly, gently smear it along the throbbing mushroom cap of him, her free hand reaching down further to cup the Knight's full and impressive sack, the souce of the bounty her stomach so enjoyed housing. She breathed through pursed, open lips as she began to ever so gently massage his balls in her tiny hand, which formed more precum, which she used to smear along the head of his cock with her palm. It was, to be brief, a beautiful chain of events.

The blonde Knight moaned his appreciation as he watched, taking in the look on Floy's face. It was awe, it was beauty. She handled his apparatus as if it were some holy relic, her slow, careful ministrations showing at both times respect and appreciation. He was art, and a real woman knows how to treat art.

Once her hand was a proper, cum coated and slick mess, she set both her hands on his manhood, beginning to take long, slow and steady strokes of his shaft with both hands, breathing in and out along the way. The sensation of two slick, warm and silky hands milking him at this pace made Sir Swoonmore's cock drizzle even more precum, and soon, his monument of flesh was a glossy, hard and fully lubricated device.

Floy wet her lips as she positioned herself to mount him, both hands aligning his sex to hers. She was trembling nervously as she set the pulsating tip of his prick against the impossibly tiny, smooth slit of hers. She locked eyes with him, taking both her arms and lacing them around his neck as she slowly began to sink onto his lap. Her slick womanhood wrapped ever so stubbornly around him as she wiggled her hips in very slow circles, the Princess letting out excited and heady little breathes and exerted moans. Her body and frame were so slight and delicate, and taking that size of man was certainly an effort, but a labor she would adore undertaking whenever the situation would allow. "Oh. My. HhuUuummmmmMmmnnn..." Was the sound she let out as she consumed the first few inches of him inside her. Fitting the entirety of that cock was a pipe dream (literally), but Floy worked as much of him inside her as she could take, and soon the two were joined.

For him, the feel of this tense, slick girl riding him was a joyous experience. Her cute little breaths and moans only served to make his cock like iron, and Sir Swoonmore's heart was pounding in his chest at the sensations coursing through him as Floy began to smoothly, steadily ride him. It was slow, passionate, and fine, like some exotic and most pleasing dance, all the while, her eyes locked on her. He wanted to reach out and grope the massive, fresh green tits that were bobbing in front of him, that tight black silk evening gown was doing a poor job concealing Floy's green Double D's, and the thin spaghetti straps slipped over her shoulders, the dress neckline lowering and both jiggly green boobs springing free, olive green nipples tense and proud, swaying along with her body. His eyes widened and he fought the urge to grab them. The Princess wanted to serve him, and he had agreed. It simply wouldn't be chivalrous to now go against her wish of letting the little Princess do all the work. 

Floy could see his eyes lock on the bountiful heaven that were her sweat coated, fleshy breasts, and the young Gobliness slowly pulled him towards her as she steadily, dexterously rode him, her arms round his neck, pulling him into her chest, smothering him in a sea of beautiful, soft tit flesh. Sir Swoonmore moaned heatedly, his mouth going to work, sucking in as much of her boob as his mouth would allow, suckling and kissing everywhere he could, from the underside of her chest to those pert and perfect nipples. Her sweat smeared over the handsome Knight's face, and in turn, his eager saliva painted her supple breasts. 

Princess Floy's sharp, long nose pointed skyward as the young Goblin moaned, strongly smothering Sir Swoonmore with her voluptuous rack. She called out his name, praising it like a devotee might some distant deity. But no, her God was here, with her, currently pulsing inside her, making her beautiful lower belly ache with his excitement. She came for him, covering what bit of that shaft she couldn't fit inside her tense body with her sweet and clear nectar. Floy let out a session of impassioned cries and moans as she tensed around him, her entire body sizzling with nerve and sensation. She was exhausted and revitalized all at once, her hips never stopping their milking of him, her body getting slicker, tighter and sweatier, summoning the Knight to join her in bliss, and so he did.

"Princess...I'm gonna...I'm..." He tried to say through the minty green sea of boobs he was currently and happily drowning in. 

Floy was panting breathily like a bitch in heat. "I know, it's okay...cum...just cum inside me...Oh, please..." 

Her eyes bolted wide open as she felt him enter her in a tidal wave of warm sensation. It felt as if some slow motion explosion was occurring inside her, starting as a small tingle, then blossoming into a foundation shaking maelstrom of pleasure. Each time her hips and supple, shapely ass worked him, she was rewarded with another heady gush of seed. Sir Swoonmore never knew Goblins could be so strong as Floy gripped the back of his head, green fingers lost in thick blonde hair, pulling him against her with such force that he could feel her heart beating as his face was pushed up against her chest.

He came, again and again, like a fountain, like some geyser of precious, life growing seed.

Sir Swoonmore wanted to hold her, feel her, trap her in his arms and never release her, but he would never disobey her wish of wanting to let her do all the work in their lovemaking this time. His hands were resting properly on the cold stone step of the staircase, and he simply breathed with her until Floy tilted back his head and looked down at him, their eyes locking. 

"Oh, I SO know I'm love." She said before taking the Knight in a furious, warm, passionate and frenzied kiss.