The Boblin King

Belita Renn

THE GOBLIN KING By Belita Renn

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Chapter One

Dimensional Earth Drifting, that was what the people of Morning Glen did; they drifted from place to place, and through day after day. It was a foolish way to waste life. Alex hadn’t realized she slept until she awoke. Brushing her red tresses from her eyes, she yawned and stretched. Pushing up onto her elbow, she blinked to clear her vision. Sleeping beneath the sun had played tricks with her eyes. The meadow was no longer a soothing green. The grass was bronze. The wild flowers scatted across the meadow were rich shades of burgundy, silver, and gray. Sleeping in the sun had affected the colors of her vision? Rubbing her eyes, she turned toward the drab village. Her eyes widened, she must be still asleep, for the hard packed dirt streets appeared to be a burnt gold shade, and everything appeared sparkling clean. The villagers moving about didn’t appear normal. She knew by the speed they were moving, that she was indeed dreaming. No one in the village walked fast, and some of the people below appeared to be running. She couldn’t remember seeing anyone run unless a life was in danger, and sometimes not even then. As the village bell wasn’t ringing she knew there was no one in danger or an emergency happening. She shrugged, since it was her dream, she decided she would go down and enjoy it. Standing, she gathered her blanket, folding it as she strode down the hillside. Drawing near, she learned her first guess had been correct; these were not people that walked the streets. Some looked like their bodies were squashed down and the head was merged with the torso, a small dong between their legs. Others had legs that were long and thin, like chicken legs. The arms were short and fat, with long fingers on the hands. The heads were shaped like eggs, with the narrow end on top, and short spiked hair in bright shades of the rainbow. These also had a small dong, dangling limp between their legs. “Vivid imagination Alex.” The buildings were made of various shades of orange and mauve brick. The thatch roofs were made from the bronze grass. Entering the village, 4

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she watched the creatures hurrying about with an amused smile tugging her lips. The hilarious looking creatures watched her with curious expressions as she strode past. After passing a couple that had gawked like children, she glanced back and caught them walking backward while watching her. Chuckling, she continued toward the center of town. “Hello.” Turning in the direction of the deep baritone voice, she discovered a creature with the ragged clothes of a city street urchin, on a black fur covered body, like a dog with hands. It had a flat square head, with a round horn on top, sitting upright in a chair, like a human. Stirring a fork in an empty skillet on top of a sidewalk table, it was watching her. “Did you speak to me?” she asked, clutching the blanket to her side as though it would offer protection if he attacked. “Are you insulted? I suppose it is beneath you to speak to my kind.” His nose wrinkled in distaste. She chuckled, “Not at all. I was merely surprised. May I ask, what is your kind?” “I’m an urchin. I like your laugh, but you cannot see the master with that on.” She glanced down at her simple cotton shift. “I don’t know if I want to see the master. If I did, what do you recommend that I wear? This blanket wouldn’t be more becoming.” “Oh, you aren’t allowed to wear anything. The master doesn’t allow any form of deception to enter his court.” Frowning, she scratched an itch on her cheek. “I don’t get it. How is my clothing a deception?” “Please don’t talk around me, as though I am not here.” A high pitch timber spoke close by. Startled, she looked around but didn’t see anyone. “Ignore him, he only wants attention,” the urchin said. Another urchin creature suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the table. “Where did you come from?” He opened his mouth, but she held up her hand to prevent him from speaking. “It doesn’t matter. None of this is making sense, and as for your master, I am forced to pass on the opportunity to meet him. I do not visit anyone without my clothing. Excuse me.” Turning she started to walk away. Shaking her head, she wondered if her mind was trying to turn this into a sexual fantasy. Not that she would object to a good wet dream, but she wanted a sexy male, or even a female to play the 5

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opposite role, not one of these ugly creatures, and they were dreadful. Not horrifying or scary, merely terrible. She had a feeling she would not feel the same if she met them, especially while alone, in the dark of night. One of the urchin creatures called after her, stopping her departure. “All must go before the master when they arrive. You will not be allowed food or drink until you do.” Hesitating, she glanced at them over her shoulder. “Then I shall not be staying long.” Turning slowly she faced them. “Where is this, exactly?” Eyes rolled, chins twisted, and mouths flattened as they considered her question. The first dog like creature held up a finger as though he had reached a solution. “This is exactly where it has always been.” “No, I mean the town, where is it located?” Scratching their heads they considered how to answer. Finally, one shook his head, but at his side the short one raised his finger. “We are in our world, you are from your world, but now you are in our world. Is that correct?” Sighing she nodded. “Yes that would be a correct answer, yet not the answer I was looking for.” She marveled at the bright, rich, colors surrounding her, and the solid construction of her dream. The whole place, including the odd appearing creatures, appeared so life like. Could this possibly be real? She noticed a short man with a humped back, and a face so wrinkled he could pass for one of those wrinkled dogs sitting on the ground at the corner of a building. “Nonsense.” Perhaps she was ill, and her fevered brain was inventing all of this. Her mind returned to the events before she had awoken on the hillside. The warm spring sun was heating her skin, and the wild flowers in the meadow created a serene setting. She hated everything about her life. Her only solace was coming to the meadow on the hilltop. Below, the lazy villagers plodded along the dirty lanes. It was as though everyone was under a curse, or spell, except her. All of her life, she had been filled with energy to spare, unlike her family and neighbors. While she romped and frolicked, the other children had sat watching. In her youth, they had lazed in the sun, and huddled before the hearths in the winter. Now that she was an adult, it frustrated her that she couldn’t get them moving, or motivated about anything. While she buzzed around cleaning, arranging, cooking, sewing, and tending to their general needs, her family and 6

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neighbors acted as though they couldn’t be bothered. If she wanted anything done, she couldn’t depend on anyone, but herself. It was exhausting doing things, and providing for her family, and neighbors. When defeat was pressing in on her, as it had been today she would escape to this meadow. She was always alone on the hilltop. It would force any of the town’s people to exert themselves to climb the hillside. Coming back to her surroundings, she strode down the street admiring, and smiling at the creatures she passed. They scurried past her, or stood gawking until she had passed. No one else attempted to speak with her. It appeared she needed to talk with someone, to enlighten herself about this dream. “Excuse me.” A chicken-legged creature, with rainbow hair stopped walking past on the street, and looked at her. Sweeping his arm out, he bowed low. “I am Yurgee. How can I be of assistance, my lady?” “Where is everyone going?” She indicated all the chicken like people, walking up and down the sides of the streets. Yurgee looked at her with a serious expression, his gaze never leaving her face as she indicated the people on the street. “They are messengers, my lady. Delivering. Most are on the street, to deliver instructions from the King.” “King? Is he also called the master?” “Indeed. Have you spoken with the master?” “No. I do not plan to stay long, so there is no need.” “Oh, but you must. You cannot do anything, until you have spoken to the master. It is forbidden.” “I plan to observe, and then I shall be…” Her new friend was already shaking his head. “You must obey the laws. Do you wish to have all of us punished?” “Certainly, I do not want…” “Then you shall come with me. I shall direct you.” He waved his arm, indicating that she should follow. “The King will be expecting your visit.” Sighing, she flattened her mouth, but remained in place. 7

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“I will ask him to forgive your impertinence. He is a just master.” His body swinging with his long strides, he strode away. “What gives with this King?” Her feathered brows pulled down. “Gives, he is the giver of everything. You should have gone to see him when you arrived.” Noticing that she didn’t follow, he stopped and turned to face her. “I would like a few explanations. Why was that urchin stirring an empty skillet?” “No food.” “But you said the King provided everything.” “Oh he does, but you didn’t go to him. No one will eat or drink until you see the master.” “Wait. No one can eat until I see this master?” He nodded. “You must please him first.” “Oh no.” Shaking her head, she turned and started walking up the street in the opposite direction. Her steps were long and angry. The last time she had a dream about sex, she had been miserable for days. She wasn’t going there. Pleasing this King sounded like a sex dream in the making, and if he were as ugly as these creatures, she would be warped to have a sexual dream about him. Yurgee chased after her, and strode beside her. “Please my lady, the master waits.” “The master can continue to wait. Where is he anyway?” “In the castle.” He pointed up the hillside. Her gaze followed his direction as she lifted her eyes up to the meadow were she had awoke. There loomed a huge castle of blue stone. She must have been lying before the castle, if she hadn’t been looking down at the village, she would probably have seen it, and gone there first. “You mustn’t be afraid,” Yurgee said. “Why?” She didn’t know why, but she was determined not to climb the hillside to the castle. “Well, it isn’t allowed.” He sounded confused. “We could all be punished.” “Hah, you could all be punished, but I shouldn’t be afraid of such a horrid King. You have nothing to fear little man, I am not afraid.” She glanced down at him, trotting at her side. His head reached the top of her shoulder. “You are a man?” “No, my lord is the only man. I am a male hobgoblin.” He tripped over his own feet and fell face down on the stones. Alex didn’t slow. Flipping her hair out of her face, she 8

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continued in rapid pace, taking time to call back to the fallen Yurgee. “It was nice meeting you. Thanks for the information.” “Wait,” he called. Turning into a side street, she glanced back. The little man was hobbling along after her. Instead of slowing, she increased into a trot, and ran slowly down the street covered with crushed shell. Each step, the shells crunched beneath her feet. At the end of the street, she turned in the direction of her home. Was she never going to wake from this dream? Puffing breaths between her parted lips, she glanced down at the slippery road. It was made of glass pebbles, shaped like balls pressed halfway into the dirt. It made walking fast dangerous. Forced to walk slow, she noticed the wood houses had been replaced with cottages made of flat stones. The buildings were attractive, if poorly constructed, with slanting walls that appeared ready to topple. Stopping she looked around; everything was attractive except the creatures living here. Reaching the lawn that had contained her home, she stopped to stare at the large tree, with huge limbs containing a tree house made of sticks. “I don’t believe this. I cannot live up there.” “You are correct, you cannot. That home belongs to the troll couple.” Yurgee came puffing up, limping with his right foot. She chose not to comment on his limp as it might embarrass him. A troll popped his head out, skinny, mere skin over bones; he had flaming red spiked hair, cut in a Mohawk. “The top would be too low for you.” Stopping at her side, Yurgee looked up to the top of her head. “Where am I to sleep?” It was a foolish question; she was asleep, wasn’t she? “You’re asking me?” He shook his odd shaped egghead. “That is for the master to decide.” He appeared suddenly saddened. “After the way you have avoided presenting yourself, I am afraid you might find yourself assigned to the bird cage.” “Assigned. He determines where you sleep?” “Certainly, did not your King care for his people’s needs?” Bracing her hands on her hips, she turned to scowl at the short man. “Indeed he did, but he doesn’t interfere with our personal affairs.” “Will you come with me to the castle now? Please my lady, we do not want to insult my lord King.” Clasping his hands before his chin, Yurgee bowed. 9

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“You run along and visit your master,” she sneered. “I want to see what is here, before I awaken.” “Awaken?” “From the dream.” Looking around, she decided on the opposite direction, and started walking. This road circled the village. “Dream? You think Goblin world is a dream?” She nodded. “There is no other explanation.” “Oh but there is. The King conjured you, from your world.” “Conjured? Now this King is a wizard?” “I know not of a wizard. Crick is the ruler of Goblin world. He has great powers,” he whispered, casting a nervous glance around. “Come with me now, to his court.” “Run along, I still have much to see before I wake.” “If you must, I will escort you my lady.” Trotting along at her side, he grasped her arm to pull her along. “If you are determined, then escort me as my guide. Pray tell, what is that creature called?” Pointing at the squashed red figure with the head merged with the body. “He is an imp.” “Are there females? I see only males.” “The females are breeding.” They circled past the main street, and walked behind the stone building. “I beg your pardon, breeding?” “Oh indeed. We are always breeding. It takes many goblins to populate the world.” Her red eyebrows lifted. “I imagine it would.” “Human’s breed so quickly, we can barely keep up. It’s quite a problem for us; the master is understanding of our plight, but there is nothing he can do about the situation.” She chuckled. “What would you wish him to do if he could?” “Stop the human’s from breeding.” “Oh, of course,” she nodded. They reached an alley between buildings, and she spotting one of the wrinkled men with a face that reminded her of the wrinkled dogs, and a humped back, sitting at the corner on some steps. “What is that creature called?” “He is a gnome. Do you grow hungry my lady?” “No, I am fine thank you.” 10

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“Oh.” Flowers grew in abundance on the hillside beside the road. The buildings opened up to the village center. Small creatures, with large heads, huge heads too big for their tiny frames, surrounded the community well. “What creature is that by the well?” “Those are elves, my lady,” he whispered softly. “They have excellent hearing.” “As they should, with such large heads,” whispering in a conspirator’s tone, she smiled at him. “Are there many more creatures?” “The sprites spend much of their time at the castle. The pixies hide in the flowers, there is one now.” A tiny purple creature shaped like a caterpillar with wings, was moving through the flowers. “The leprechauns are usually found in the trees.” “I see.” “I grow ponderously hungry, my lady.” Rubbing his stomach, it growled. She flattened her mouth. “And you want me to go to the castle. Well forget it; I do not visit without clothing.” She was being stubborn, but this was only a dream, so she wasn’t hurting anyone real. Yurgee sighed, but he continued to walk at her side. The creatures watched her from a distance. None of them were looking particularly happy.” “Are they always this miserable?” “They are hungry, my lady.” “Hum.” Holding up her skirt, she walked away from the village, over the rolling valley floor. The ground was not covered with grass. Soft, springy moss sank beneath her feet. His round belly rumbled. “Pick some flowers, and eat the petals if you are so starved.” She didn’t understand why food was so important in this scenario, perhaps she was feeling hunger pains in her sleep and it was influencing her dream. “They are poisonous, my lady.” He appeared scandalized. “And the leaves of the trees, are they poisonous also?” There had to be something edible among all these beautiful plants. “Indeed. All things the King does not grant as food are poisonous.” “Your master, sounds a harsh leader. Does he control the water, as well?” “There is water to drink. Would you drink now?” “Yes, I will. Did you know you could drink to calm your hungers?” 11

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Yurgee shook his head. “Nah, it will not, perhaps in your world.” He shrugged. “The water will wet your mouth, and stay your body’s need for it. But it will not satisfy your thirst.” “You’re saying I must go see the King or you will all suffer. But, I am not to fear such a cruel man?” Shaking her head as she spoke, she walked back to the village center. This was getting ridiculous. The elves scurried from the well, as though frightened of her. “Why do they run?” “You haven’t visited the master. They fear his wrath.” Sighing, she turned to the well. Drawing water, she lifted the bucket and filled the ladle hanging on the well’s pole, holding the roof. She drank deep and filled her stomach. Surely she would wake soon. Turning, she sat on the step before the well, and stared at her surroundings. Sitting on the stone bench, she watched the creatures scurrying around, making certain they did not draw close to her side. They all mingled together, the hobgoblins, tolls, imps, elves, and pixies. Yurgee’s stomach continued to growl, reminding her that he hadn’t eaten. She could hear children crying in the distance, probably from within some of the buildings. As the evening waned, the crying of the children grew. The creatures were no longer scurrying around. They were gathered in a large group across the courtyard, watching her. Several had small children clinging to their clothing. They murmured and whispered among themselves. “I don’t care, my child is hungry.” A woman shoved her way through the crowd, making her way to the front. She was a large, stocky woman, with white hair cropped to the bottom of her ears, white skin, and large glowing green eyes. “Our children are hungry, and you just sit there staring at us,” she yelled across the courtyard. “Are they to die because of your stubborn behavior? Is it beneath you to care for life, other than your own kind?” “Certainly not. I am not the monster here. It is your master. I understand he is the one withholding your food. I had naught to do with it.” She looked to Yurgee. “What is she?” she whispered. “Gremlin.” He paused. “You know that is not true, you are indirectly responsible for our hunger,” Yurgee grumbled at her side. “If you don’t go to the master soon, they will make you.” 12

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“I am not responsible for what your master does. He is the only one doing wrong.” This dream was starting to turn mean. She needed to wake now, before it became a nightmare. The noise in the crowd grew, with grumbling. She was starting to feel guilty. If this were real she would do all within her power to help these poor people fight their cruel King. But it just cannot be real. A group of them started advancing toward her, the rest fell in behind. Their faces looked fierce. “Look, I am not responsible.” She was growing increasingly uncomfortable with her decision. Even in a dream perhaps one mustn’t cause disturbances or it may quickly turn into a bad dream. “You are going to the castle.” One of the gnomes in front said. “We have tried to be respectful to you my lady, but the master was wrong about you. You have no heart.” “I most certainly do have a heart. I have cared for others all of my life.” As they advanced toward her, she decided it was best to retreat. Standing, she moved quickly to the side and circled the well, putting a safe distance behind her. “Is there nothing that can be done about your King’s harsh behavior?” That was a foolish question; of course one doesn’t order a King to do anything. They circled the well, advancing on her position. Fear blossomed in her chest. She turned to run and stopped abruptly. There was a crowd standing behind her. Circling her, two of the trolls grasp her arms and guided her, while the remaining crowd stayed circled around them as her guards. Flattening her mouth, she marched stoically along. There was no use resisting them, she had nowhere to go until she awoke. When they reached the hill, they didn’t slow. They passed trees and rust colored creatures with pointed chins, and a smashed in face that curved like an outhouse moon. Sitting in the trees watching them pass, they had long fingers and arms, and short legs. They marched her up the hill, and to the castle doors. A short creature that looked like an extra large pink wasp with round golden eyes opened the door. She had an evil leer.

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“So the pretty lady has decided to visit the Goblin King. Do come in my lady.” Stepping aside she pulled the door open wide, revealing the entrance alcove. Shoved up the steps and through the door, she was given no choice but to enter the castle. Hovering sprites circled her and started tearing her clothes from her body with shards of glass. She cried out in fear, but none cut her flesh. “Wait, I will need my clothes when I leave.” The alcove was empty, allowing the sprites room to move. “Crick will give you more,” one of the sprites said in a wee voice. Her clothing fell away in shreds. The sprites moved back, still hovering in the air against the wall. The door opened to the inner chamber. What do you do with your hands when you enter a building without clothing? Especially when you didn’t know what was inside. Holding one arm across her breasts and the other hand over her mound, she advanced through the doorway. The grand chamber she entered did not have windows. Large discs burned oil in the corners, and the walls above were black with smoke and soot. The walls were carved wood, with stone columns holding the high ceiling. The room was devoid of furnishing. It was merely a large cavernous chamber with no door. Suddenly the wall on the side opened out, a door that had been hidden by the carving. There was no outside knob. Moving slowly forward, the cold stone beneath her feet chilled her bones. Stepping before the opening, she spied a throne chair on the far end of a long chamber. The castle had not seemed so huge outside. Inside everything was gigantic. The statues of beautiful male bodies with an erection standing proudly before their stomach, graced the inside of the door, standing twenty feet high. The ceiling was tiled, and portrayed the goblins. 14

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More oil bowls on stands had flames flickering above them. Long crooked windows allowed light into the chamber. The blue stone walls were adorned with carvings of the goblins. The room was empty. Holding her hands before her stomach with her fingers interlocked, she advanced into the chamber. The huge doors closed behind her, causing her to jump in surprise. “Hello.” Glancing around the chamber, she searched for a doorway. Arched openings were cut into the walls between a few of the goblin carvings. A man emerged from one of these doors. Dressed in a King’s robe of black velvet with white fur edging, he advanced toward his throne. His body was covered with white pantaloons that showed his straining erection outlined by the tight material. His muscled legs were on display, as though naked. A white, billowing painter’s shirt covered his broad chest, and was open to the waist. Alex’s insides clinched with longing. Her sex began throbbing, and she longed to be in his arms. Now this was a man she could gladly accept as a lover. Dream or real, she liked what she saw. “Did you like what you saw of our little village Ana?” His deep timber rolled over her like a verbal climax. Gasping, she clutched her hands to her stomach. Her knees warbled, and threatened to collapse beneath her. “You will grow accustomed to the sound of my voice.” Panting between her lips, she rubbed her hands over her stomach, as the delicious sound aroused her to the point of tearing his clothes from his body, and mounting him. “Take it easy Ana, you cannot climax until I give you leave. Get a hold on your emotions.” Breathing heavily, she ran her hands up her ribs, feeling the silken texture of her aroused skin beneath her sensitized fingertips. She then brushed the bottom edge of her soft globes for the thrill, before pulling her hands back down her flesh to her stomach. Inhaling a deep breath, she gathered her strength to resist his siren’s call. “Better now?” She nodded. “Good. Come closer. Sit with me.” He touched the throne chair and it stretched out to accommodate her. The double seat would not allow her to place a distance between their bodies. Walking on wooden legs, she advanced to the chair. Removing his robe he spread it over the chair, and sat. Patting the seat beside his thigh, he waited. Eyes as black 15

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as coal, he watched her, gazing at her body with a physical gaze that made her skin tingle, where he looked. His was the face of a God. She didn’t know if her heart could stand gazing upon him for long. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she cupped her hands over her mound, and sank onto the seat. Shoulders hunched, she used her arms to conceal her breasts. She had never been bold, and sitting with a man while naked was difficult, even if this was a dream. “You didn’t answer my question. How do you like our little village?” Up close his voice was more potent. Although, she held her body tense to contain her reactions, she shuddered. “It is quite lovely.” Gazing at his knee, she attempted to focus her attention on something innocent. “You can touch me Ana.” “My name is Alex,” she whispered. “A man’s name will never do for one as lovely as you. While here, your name shall be Ana.” “Very well. Why did I need to be naked?” She huddled in the corner of the chair away from him. Circling her shoulders, he tugged her closer, leaning her body against his side. Electricity tingled through her body everywhere they contacted. “I am strict with my people. Occasionally, one objects to a punishment.” He shrugged. “You like being touched by me.” She nodded. “I’m here, did you give them food and drink?” There was apparent animosity in her timber. “Yes, they are fed.” His hand slipped down her arm, his fingers stretching out and stroking over her breast. A shiver of longing raced through her breast. She wanted to curl into his lap, and have his hands run all over her body. “I will have to punish you for making my people go hungry all day.” “No. I will not be punished. I did nothing; you were the one denying them food.” The thought of sexual punishment entered her mind. Fluid pooled in her sex, as she thought of the delicious things a person could do sexually. “You disobeyed a rule. You had to be forced to visit me. All you had to do was enter my door, and all would have been well. But, you decided to go to the village. Being generous, I allowed that to slide.” 16

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She snorted. Alex didn’t understand why she was being compliant. Perhaps it was because deep down she still believed this to be a dream. “However, once you were informed that you were to visit me, you refused. Then again, you refused after learning that my people would go without food until you came. Worse, you sat and listened to the children crying from hunger, and still you had to be forced to come.” “They aren’t real; it was a trick to trap me.” He ignored her. “You will be punished. As you are new here, I will allow you to choose your form of punishment.” “That is kind of you, but I know not how to judge such things. Should I be denied food? Should I be spanked?” Mutinously she struggled against the spell he cast upon her, but she was losing, she thought dryly. Shaking her head, she lifted her gaze to his handsome face. “I think you have already decided how you wish to be punished.” “Can you read my mind?” Her eyes lowered to his masculine mouth, she licked her dry lips. Her distrust and anger drifting away, she knew that he had her in thrall. “No.” Brushing her hair over her shoulder, he leaned down and licked her neck. “I know you are aroused, so naturally you would think of a sexual punishment.” Rolling her head aside to give him room to nuzzle her shoulder, she sighed. “Come.” Standing, he held out his hand for her to accept. Puzzled, she placed her hand in his and rose. Guiding her across the room to one of the arches, he led her through the doorway. Inside was a large birdcage, hanging from the high ceiling. The solid bottom contained a pallet. “This cage is used for most punishments. You are special, and shall never go into the cage. It is for our subjects.” Continuing onward, he passed through a doorway to a hall. They walked through a maze of cold halls, her feet felt numb from the cold. “I cannot believe how detailed everything is. I have never had a dream like this before.” Glancing back at her he flashed a beautiful smile. “I brought you here.” He paused to stroke her red hair. “It is such an unusual color, more burgundy, like the field flowers. You will fit in well here. Our world is filled with the unusual, and bright colors.” “So, your goblins are the ones that frighten children?” 17

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“Indeed not, my goblins only plague adults. On occasion, when a child is especially naughty, I might allow a child goblin to plague them.” Flashing a sensual smile, he turned away and continued down the hall. “You enjoy being mean.” “I receive pleasure from many things, as do you. Tell me you are not thrilled, when a bully trips over his own feet, or a wife beater is kicked down a flight of stairs by the wife.” “I suppose I am guilty.” “As am I.” Smiling, he opened a door and guided her inside. It was windowless and contained a bed, table, and night table, with a fire crackling in the hearth. “This will be your punishment chamber. You will come here anytime you are to be punished.” “I would never find my way.” Moving to the bed she tested the mattress, expecting it to be a rock. It was so soft; it would feel like she was sleeping on a cloud. The covering would caress her flesh. A more comfortable chamber, she could not imagine. What was there to punish her here? All she noticed was there was no chair. Was she to be forced to stand as punishment while the soft bed beckoned her to rest? Looking to him for information, she tilted up her head. “The only thing I notice is the chair is missing from the table. I fear, I do not understand.” “Fetch the phallus from the pillow,” he instructed. “And lay down upon the bed.” “Should I be frightened?” Moving to the pillow she lifted a carved penis, with an attached rope. “Not in the least. I will not harm you.” Moving up behind her, he stroked his hot palm across her back and kissed her shoulder. Her heart accelerating, she panted softly between her lips. “Good, now onto the bed with you.” Crawling up on her knees, she turned to gaze at him. His muscles bunched and flexed, as he removed his clothing. As the material was peeled away revealing bronze skin, her breath locked in her lungs. His face no longer pale, it was as bronze as the rest of his body. She gawked in amazement. “How did you do that?” Sitting on her knees, she dropped the forgotten phallus onto the bedding. 18

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Looking at her with a troubled expression, he suddenly appeared to understand. “Ah, my appearance is affected by my clothing, like a chameleon.” “Is this really you?” He glanced around the room, and then pointed at the flames. “That affects me. The only time my true self is revealed, is in the moonlight.” “Oh, then you are the one that is deceitful here.” “My home, my right,” he confirmed without shame. Reaching out a bronze hand, he grasped her arm and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. Cupping her cheek, he caressed her jaw. Reaching for him, she longed to hold him in her arms, and kiss him. His heady scent filled her nostrils with the most delicious of aromas. Shaking his head, he stroked down her throat with his fingertips. Moving torturously slow, he caressed down her chest, and brushed over the mounds of her breasts. Moving to her cleft, he drew his fingers down between her breasts to her ribs. Having brushed her aching nipples with his pinkies, she moaned over the loss as he moved downward. His hot silken hands caressed, his fingernails lightly scraped over her ribs, stomach, and hips. His nails raked gently through the protective curls on her labia. Spreading her lips, he gazed at her sex, spreading her legs wide to see her. Stroking down her cleft from clit to slit, he pressed a finger inside and then withdrew. “So pink and needy. I can see your clit pulsing with desire.” The heady aroma of his scent, mixed with the musk of her arousal. “So wet and wanting.” Gazing up at her with worshiping eyes, she felt beautiful. Pressing his lips to her thigh, he worked his way upward to the edge of her labia. Her body jumped in response to the pull of his tempting lips. She knew there was ecstasy in his kiss, and she wanted his mouth on her sex. When he pulled away, she groaned in frustration. “You liked that didn’t you Ana? You want me to fill you now?” “Yes, please yes.” She was on edge from the tight coil in her body. She needed him; she needed the release he offered. Rising, he moved up between her thighs. Closing her eyes, she dreaded the first thrust of his penetration. Feeling him rub the end of his erection in the juices leaking from her body, she forced her tensing muscles to relax. “Push.” Pressing the head to her anus he began pushing it inside. This was his punishment for her disobedience? Opening her eyes, she whimpered. “No.” “Push. I don’t want to hurt you.” 19

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She did as directed, and he pushed inside her resisting body. It felt as if she was being impaled with steel, instead of his hot shaft. “There it is, all the way in.” Sitting back on his heals he looped a rope around her waist, and up between her legs, then tied them at her mound. “All secure.” “What are you doing?” she squeaked in a strangled tone. “I made it clear, you were to be punished.” Rising from between her legs, he moved to the side. He wasn’t inside her after all. “What…you put that thing in me,” she accused. “Yes. Now shall we dance?” Taking her hand he pulled her from the bed. “I cannot move with this in me.” “You can and will. Come.” Placing her on her feet, he placed a hand on her mound and slipped a finger on her clit. Then he began dancing, twirling her around the room. It hurt and it felt wonderful, at the same time. However, she was far from reaching a climax now. “Are you enjoying yourself?” “Oh, immensely,” she said sarcastically. He laughed. “Well I am.” Moving his hand down, he pressed a finger into her sheath, and his thumb on her clit. Her body bucked against him in pleasure. “Feels like your being fucked both ways at once, doesn’t it?” “Yes. Is this thing in my ass supposed to move? It feels like it is moving.” While frowning from the discomfort, she was trying to ease it by holding herself in different positions. “I know, in and out.” Grinning he spun her around in a wide circle. “You have never been kissed, but you have been ass fucked by a phallus. Like it?” “No.” “You should try, it will ease your discomfort.” “What do you mean?” “You will sleep with it tonight.” “No!” Horrified she pulled away. “You are not going to punish me that long are you?” “There were a lot of people without food today.” Pulling his hand from her crotch, he licked his fingers. “You will need to take over and keep yourself aroused, or that thing 20

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is going to drive you crazy.” Strolling to the door, he turned and blew her a kiss. “Don’t try to remove it, or it will punish you.” “How?” Smiling, he stepped through the portal and closed the door. She heard the lock click into place. Walking stiffly to the bed, she crawled onto the mattress. Lying on her stomach, tears of frustration trickled from her eyes. She knew the thing wasn’t large. She had held it in her hand, and it was no larger than a finger, but it felt larger. How could he have aroused her when he was mean and cruel? She should have realized, when he had allowed his people to go without food that he was cruel. Why wasn’t she waking up? Obviously she had to go to the bathroom. Sons of Zeus, what if this was real? Feeling sorry for herself, she cried until she fell asleep. She awoke to the most delicious feeling in her life. Her body buck up against the tongue lathering her clit. “Sweet Zeus.” “The name is Crick, Ana. Remember, I told you not to come.” “Yes.” Panting, moaning, and groaning, she thrust her face up to meet his tongue. His finger pumped into her sheath, tightening the coil in her body. Still, she could feel the hard phallus in her anus. “The phallus will stop you from coming.” “Remove it so I can come.” “No.” “Please Crick.” “Not until the sun rises.” With no windows, how was she to know when the sun had risen? “Please, I will do anything.” Shifting his body, he presented his cock. “Suck me.” Taking the soft tip into her mouth, she nibbled on the soft meat and was rewarded by his gasp. Doing anything she could think of to pleasure him, she lapped, and suckled, while squeezing his balls, and playing with his ass. When he didn’t remove the phallus, she pressed her finger into his anus. He bucked hard into her mouth, and then filled her throat with cum. 21

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“Swallow it,” he commanded. Sucking hard on her clit, she knew she was on the edge, if he continued she was going to cum. To please him she swallowed the odd tasting fluid. Still, he stopped suckling her. “Dammit.” “It’s almost morning.” Shifting, he moved between her thighs and thrust them wide. “You have done well for a first time.” Feeling him pull the phallus from her anus, she thought she would surely cum now, but she didn’t. It was as allusive as it had been all night. Her body was wound so tight; she wanted to scream her frustration. “There now.” He soothed, massaging her sphincter. “It’s all over, and you can relax.” As he continued to massage her tender opening, her insides flexed, tipping over the edge. She shook as her climax released the tension from her body. “Oh, now that was a nice one. However, we have a problem.” His timber had a deep rumble in his throat that made her think of a predator. Panting, she swallowed to moisten her throat. “What?” “I didn’t give you permission to climax.” “Oh,” she chuckled. “Well, you cannot expect to control every little response.” “No, but the big one’s I do. I see you are going to need some training.” “I am not a lap dog to be trained.” “You ever read, Taming of the Shrew?” “Yeah, but that has nothing to do with this.” Finally satisfied, she snuggled into the soft mattress ready to sleep. “Time to rise.” Rolling her on her side, he slapped her butt cheek. “Hey, watch it or I’ll strike back.” Chuckling, he slipped from the bed. “I don’t doubt that you would.” Taking her arm, he tugged her from the bed. “What am I to wear? Your sprites cut up my clothes.” “Not a problem.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a red velvet robe, similar to his King’s robe, and held it up for her. “Notice the fur inside. It will stimulate your body.” “Another punishment?” “I hope not.” Sounding scandalized, he wrapped it around her shoulders. “This is kind and I appreciate it, but I need clothes to wear.” “This will do, while you are training.” 22

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“I am not dreaming am I? This is all real, some kind of underworld.” “This is Goblin world. I am King, and you are to be my mate.” Moving around her he closed the front with hooks. There were side holes for her hands. It was warm, cozy and stimulating, as he had said. The fur caressed her skin with each movement. “I’m to be your queen, and you treat me like a common peasant to be punished?” “There is no queen, although I know what you mean. We have no such thing here. You are merely my mate.” “Which means what?” “I will love you, and care for your needs. You will love me, and satisfy my lust. Which, I promise you is great. I have not had a mate in many centuries.” Taking her hand, he guided her to the door. “Come, I will show you around. I have placed these marks on the walls to direct you to this chamber.” He indicated a round black burn on the wall. “These marks will show you to our sleep chamber.” Guiding her up the hall, he indicated a straight red slash on the wall. “When I tell you slake, you will go to the punishment room. Should I say fate, you will go to our bed chamber.” “I am to be ordered about like a slave?” Her red eyebrow arched. “No, a mate often receives instructions from her mate. It will cause you no embarrassment, as none will know what the words mean but us. Would you like food now?” “Please.” “You don’t need to be afraid of me, I will not harm you.” “No, you will only punish me,” she said sarcastically, tilting up her chin. “I cannot love someone like you.” But, she thought she could. Even though she did not like this part of him, she felt compelled to him. Taking her to the dining room, he rang a bell, and a hobgoblin brought in food on a stone tray. It looked heavy, and awkward to carry. “He looks as though he needs help,” she whispered, sitting at a long table beside Crick. “Shush.” After the food was placed before them, he waited until the hobgoblin departed, then leaned close. “Do you plan to reform me?” “What do you mean?” 23

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“You want me to get rid of the heavy tray right? You want me to stop making things difficult for the goblins.” “Why do you do it?” “Mostly for entertainment. A few centuries of everything running smoothly, and you get very bored, both for me and for them. I break it up, give us both some variety. So you see, even though I am mean, I also provide a service. If I didn’t constantly keep them hopping, they would begin to fight with each other, and that is a very bad thing. When goblin’s start fighting, it can get bloody fast.” “I see.” “I would like to see your breasts while we eat.” “But your servants…” “Our servants will not care. They don’t care what human’s do or look like; they are not attracted to us. But wait, I owe you a punishment for coming.” “Now wait a minute.” “This one you don’t need to go to the punishment room for.” Sliding under the table he opened her robe and spread her legs. He licked her clit and got her throbbing again, and then he pressed something into her sheath. It wasn’t him, and it wasn’t a finger. It filled and stretched her vagina, and vibrated. “What are you doing?” “Something I invented. Humans will not have them for some time, but I think it will be popular. I have used it on a few humans to test it out, and I know it makes them horny.” She felt him tie it about her body. Then he returned to his seat. The thing made her pelvis feel as though it were humming. “Do you like it?” “Am I supposed to? I thought this was punishment?” “You are supposed to, the punishment is keeping you horny, until I say you can climax.” Smiling she lifted her copper fork and began eating. “I like it, a lot. Is this what you will feel like?” “You don’t know?” Placing a bit of fruit into his mouth he cut his eyes to her. She shook her head. Chuckling, he nodded. “I will feel a lot like that, only better.” 24

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After finishing the meal, he gave her a tour of the castle. It was huge, with rooms for everything. He wouldn’t allow her to close the robe, so he could feel her breasts and stroke her clit while she looked around. The phallus in her, his fingers touching, and his tongue licking her nipples made her ache to cum. When she stopped to admire a picture he suckled a nipple. When she stopped to gaze at a view out a window, he dropped to his knees and licked her clit. She ached for her climax, and reached for it while he licked her, but he seemed to know when she was about to reach the crest of the hill, and he stopped. “No you don’t.” Reaching behind his back he brought forth a cold rock and pressed it to her clit. Her climax raced away. “There now, isn’t that better?” “Oh, loads,” she responded dryly, rolling her eyes. He chuckled and withdrew the rock. “You are mean.” “Yeah. If it bothers you, you can always take it out on the goblins.” “Why not you?” Shaking his head, he guided her to a bench. Once she was seated he removed the phallus from her and licked her tingling slit. Moaning, she shoved his head away. “I cannot take much more, if you are not going to satisfy me.” “Oh, I’ll satisfy you, but first you must allow me to make you, want me.” “I want you so bad, I am dying.” He laughed. “That is not enough.” Pushing her hands away, he sucked her clit between his teeth and suckled. Crying out, she pushed him onto the floor and climbed onto his body. He laughed while she yanked down his pantaloons and settled herself on his hard erection. Sitting down slowly, she moaned in delight. “Go for it Ana, take what you need.” Rocking on him, as though she were riding a horse, she climaxed in only a few moments. Crying out his name she bucked against him. “Now that is what I wanted. You, so wild for me that you cannot be stopped.” Lifting her hips, he bucked upward into her until he was crying out, with his own release. She hit him then, playfully. “Is that what all of this torture has been about, making me want you?” 25

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“Absolutely.” A wide grin spread his lips, revealing his even, white teeth. He was cruel to be kind, and proud of his actions. She could definitely love this man. This was a dream that had come to life.

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