Crossing the pass proved to be uneventful as they steadily descended from the highlands to the lowlands. This led them to Mog Marsh, a shallow basin so expansive it hadn’t been entirely mapped.  

“We’re here!” Trixi announced.

“We are?” Lysander questioned, looking in all directions.

“The edge of my tribe's territory. From here on, we go by boat. There should be some hidden in the grass somewhere.”

With Lysander putting her down on a rotted log, he heralded, "I'll go find them. Be right back."

As the man disappeared into the tall reeds, Emma removed her helmet and tossed her gear against the trunk of a willow tree. “It's so muggy, it feels like the air is sweating on me.”

Emma set Pyx on a raised root and stomped the grass down before collapsing next to him. Her eyes closed, and she rested her head on his thigh while he fanned her with his tablet.

The shore beside where they rested was the edge of a chaotic maze of watery byways. Vine-riddled trees with high arching roots spread their foliage wide, bathing everything below in verdant green.

"Say, Trixi, I was curious. Is there some correlation between your skin color and the strange plants growing around here? They are almost identical in color."

“It's based on my tribe's diet.  I'm sure you noticed the diverse range of variation in other goblins: red, yellowish, grayish-blue.”

"So you can change your color whenever you want?"

Trixi laughed. "No, it's taken many, many, many generations.”

Pyx's stomach growled.

"This might be a good time to break for lunch. Perhaps we can eat on the water. This particular area is quite scenic," suggested Trixi.

"Sure, I don't mind where we eat," Emma deferred.

Lysander returned, dragging a boat made from the hollowed-out core of a large tree. After informing him they'd eat on the go, they piled in.

Traveling by water was a relaxing change of pace. With Lysander stationed at the stern and Emma at the bow, they propelled themselves through the dense algae-covered byways using long poles.

Adding water to an already oppressively hot day made this portion of their journey sweltering. Yet there was some compensation with the scenery and not having to walk.

Lunch was a unique meal shared by Pyx and Emma they had encountered on a previous mission. 

“Meat, cheese, tomato, and lettuce between two slices of bread. Whoever came up with this combination, I’d personally love to thank them,” Trixi raved.

"Surprisingly economical," commented Lysander, putting down his paddle and letting their momentum carry them while accepting food from Trixi.

Emma also put down her paddle and took an offered sandwich from Pyx. "It quickly became our favorite. Maybe if we introduce it to some enterprising cook back home, it might catch on and become popular."

Trixi chewed thoughtfully. "That would be fun to look into, Emma. Wouldn't mind eating these several times a week."

----

The only sounds to be heard were the low hum of insects, the sudden cry of some bird, and the light lapping of water against the hull.

“How does your village exist out here?” marveled Lysander.

“We build two types of structures. For heavy buildings and roads, we weave many roots and vines into thick cords and overlay them side by side, and then, on top going in the opposite direction on top of one another again and again till they are strong enough. Then we anchor them to those trees with the Arachne-web-like roots.

“Our gardens are much simpler. Even though fish make up most of what we eat, we still need them to grow herbs and medicinal plants. We interweave reeds with stakes beneath the water's surface for however large of an area we want. Then we pile on soil and aquatic vegetation till it's above the water line, essentially making rows to plant on with water fences.”

“Ingenious! How close are we?" questioned Lysander.

"We're here." Trixi steered them around a dense hedge and through a curtain of vines.

“It's larger than I imagined. How many goblins live here?” asked Emma.

“Around seven hundred before I left. I’m sure there are more now.”

Despite the ingenuity of how the gardens were built, the goblin town wasn’t as organized when it came to village layout. Chaotic neighborhoods of houses and buildings were clustered in some areas, while other areas were left disparagingly empty, apparently with only a thought of what was needed at the time.

Paddling down the canals between islands, Pyx realized nearly everything was made from local material.

Trixi guided, “Pole hard, Emma. I'm turning! Now turn this way and around that circular island. Now cut hard right, and we have arrived at our destination!”

Trixi's home was grander than expected. Made from woven reeds and a skeleton of sticks, mud daub insulated it from the elements. A mix of grasses and shrubs lent their roots to further strengthen the structure.

Throwing a rope around a pylon, Lysander exited first, helping the rest step off onto the cushy turf. "Sturdier than I expected." He tapped the ground with the iron toe of his sabaton.

"You could even walk a horse on it with no problem," bragged Trixi.

"Which house is yours?"

"Those ones." Trixi pointed to a collection of outbuildings. The middlemost one stood two stories tall and broader than the rest, with a mushroom-shaped roof and lopsided windows. Five smaller huts surrounded it, each uniquely decorated. The most noteworthy ones were a hut covered in moss and flowers, and another decorated with small animal bones and random bits of shiny bric-a-brac hanging from the eaves.

Standing apart from the other structures, nearest them stood a garden shed or some kind of smaller storage building. It would have been overlooked as unimportant when nattering growls, occasionally broken by a slightly muffled, keening cry, alerted them something was inside.

“You keep pets?” Lysander checked.

“Not that I'm aware.”

They looked at one another. The two knights crept up to the door, one on each side. With an affirming nod to each other, they each gripped a latch and swung both doors wide open. Laying on a pile of straw was a goblin girl with unusually delicate features, covered in sweat, sandwiched between two gangly male goblins pounding in her pussy and ass. On either side were two other goblins enjoying handjobs while a fifth was balls-deep in her mouth.

If they were surprised at the sudden intrusion, they didn't show it but instead kept right on with what they were doing. Spitting the cock out of her mouth, the female goblin brushed the cum-splattered hair from her eyes.

“Trixi! Is… aaah, that, hnng, you?”

“Ixi!?” Trixi peered in. “Still the town slut, I see.”

“I am no such thing. I am a pro… slow down a little, boys, so I can talk.”

The ones on top and bottom reduced their feverish pistoning.

 "Thank you. I'm providing a little tender, loving care to the less fortunate.”

The four male goblins had been dealt a poor hand at life. One was missing a chunk out of his ear, another had significant scars, a third appeared skittish, while the fourth seemed fine aside from not being as well endowed as his peers. Regardless, they all wore happy, goofy, pleasured expressions.

“You always did have a soft spot for the underdog.”

“I can relate,” quipped Emma, looking at Pyx.

“Would you like to introduce us?” Lysander suggested.

With a fleetingly sheepish look, Trixi declared, “Oh, yes, this is my older sister, Ixiface Rockmoss.”

The girl let go of one of the cocks and offered a cum-soaked hand. "Oh, sorry, I'll, uh, shake your hand later. Mother should be in the garden, Trixi. I'll be in after one more round."

"Ok, maybe we'll go around the back and surprise her."

Leaving the older sister to her self-proclaimed duty, Trixi led them to a narrow path along the side of the house.

"Your sister seems very, um, magnanimous," said Emma, searching for words.

"She's a funny one. Could have any of the sexiest goblins in the village and a good number of suitors from other villages, but instead, she chooses those… um, lower on the social ladder."

"That's kind of her."

“To each their own, I guess.” 

Slowing her pace, Trixi held her arm out, signaling everyone to stop. Crouching, she snuck to the end of the house and peered around the corner. Gardening while sitting on a blanket was a rotund, middle-aged goblin woman.

Sneaking halfway to her target, she broke into a run. “I'm home, mommy!”

Trixi's mom turned around just in time to get bowled over in a tight hug.

"Trixiface?!?”

Tightly hugging her mom, Trixi couldn't keep back tears. She didn’t realize how much she missed her parent until she was in her arms.

The goblin matron recovered from her surprise and showered her daughter in kisses. "My dear daughter! I missed you so much! Your sisters did too. Especially Prixiface. I know you were busy doing important work, we just wish you would have written us more to let us know how you were doing.”

"I know. I’m sorry, mom. I just never got around to it."

"Well, you're here now, and I see you've brought some guests! Help me up, my little swamp flower," her mother replied.

"Did your boobs get bigger? I can barely lift you."

"Maybe a little."

"Little?!? You're like forty percent boob now!" Trixi retorted with a giggle.

"I don’t know why? I haven't been eating any differently, though I suppose I'm not as active as I used to be, and I may have been eating more honey cakes lately.”

"Well, I suppose you're now at least sixty percent more cuddly," laughed Trixi. Helping her mom to her feet, she made introductions. “Mom, this is my partner and our friends Emma and Pyx. We all work in the same division. Everyone, this is my mom, Vrixen Rockmoss."

The mother wore a wide-brimmed straw hat. Underneath that was a hoary head of long hair fanned over massive breasts with nipples pointed upward, fighting the fate of gravity's downward trajectory. She was a pudgier, slightly more wrinkled version of Trixi, with ears so large they almost touched her ankles. She did not wear a top, and what was meant to be a loincloth turned into a thong with the thickness of her butt and thighs.

"We don't get many pinkies visiting us, not since your recruitment." 

“Hello, madam, I am Lysander, a member of the Order.

“And I am Emmaline Thornwood, also a member but in a different regiment, and this is my partner, Pyx.”

“Such heroic humies, and isn't this little guy the cutest!" Vrixen waddled up to Pyx and grabbed him in a boob-smothering hug. "Delighted to make all your acquaintances. Come in, come in! Let me get you something to drink. Are you hungry? I have some savory mudskipper fish bone stew with mushrooms.”

With unexpected strength, Vrixen carried the kidnapped Pyx, his arms flailing, while Emma looked on amused.

"We ate on the way here, but I wouldn't mind trying the local cuisine,” Emma said. “The boat ride here was quite the workout."

"PRIXIFACE! IXIFACE! YOUR SISTER’S HOME! Where are those girls?”

Trixi answered, "We saw Ixi in the shed, and she said she'll be in when she's done."

"She lovin’ on the boys again?"

"Ya."

"Not sure where she acquired her tastes from, but at least she's puttin’ smiles on their faces.” 

“Where’s everyone else?”

“Your other siblings suddenly got motivated when you left and went out in search of their own paths in life. Four moved to larger villages, and the other three traveled to see what work they could find at a nearby humie village. How long are you staying?"

"Probably just for tonight."

"A pity you can't stay longer. We'll just have to enjoy you as much as we can tonight then! While I prepare the eats, why don't you figure out room arrangements?” the goblin matron directed with a finger aimed at the window.

“Those little huts outside were your rooms?” asked Lysander.

“Yep. With a family as big as ours, a little added space between bedrooms keeps the noise levels down. I’m thinking Lysander and I in my old room. I suppose Emma and Pyx can choose any of the empty rooms.”

“Might I suggest they stay with Ixi in her room? The others are empty and drafty. I'm sure she won't mind getting cozy. Might even get a little more than cozy with this little guy."

Pyx was still a prisoner of Vrixen's motherly bearhug. He pleaded with Emma with his eyes, but she was too amused and invested in seeing another care for him as much as she did.

While they waited for the food to cook, Trixi and Pyx (who finally managed to struggle free) helped the knights remove their armor. In more comfortable attire, they arranged themselves around the cooking fire in a circle to Vrixen’s left: Emma, Pyx, Lysander, and Trixi.

The main room doubled as the living room and kitchen featuring cooking implements, nets, fishing poles, garden tools utilizing every available space. A second floor existed but functioned more as a loft. 

The fire rested on a bed of gravel lined with rocks between two giant tusks of some creature. Suspended above the lapping flames hung a large charred pot with a crossbar for drying fish and herbs.

"I'm starving," sang Trixi, rising to retrieve soup bowls. “I didn't realize how much I missed home cooking till I smelled it." Trixi sat down next to Lysander again and helped pass the bowls around after her mother filled each one.

The sudden clatter of the wooden door closing announced the arrival of Ixiface – cleaner, with her hair free yet combed and wearing a loin cloth that covered only her bottom half.

"Hey Ixi, do you mind if Emma and Pyx sleep in your room?"

"Who?"

Trixi pointed.

"Ah. Am I allowed to snuggle that cutie?" 

Hearing this, Pyx retreated behind Emma.

Pouting, she asked, “Was that too aggressive of me?”

“He’s, um, had some bad experiences before he left his old village,” explained Emma.

“Ahh, poor little guy. It might be a bit cramped, but your humie friend can stay with you.”

”It's a kind offer. Don’t you want to sleep in a soft bed while you have the chance?” encouraged Emma.

Pyx reluctantly agreed.

“Now that that's settled – hey Trix, how’s your army job thing working out?”

“It's the best job ever! You really should have come with me when I left.”

“Maybe I should have.” Ixiface offered her bowl for her mom to fill. Side-eyeing the two humans, specifically Lysander, “So you're the pinkie who my sister got attached to, huh?” 

Before he could answer, a gasp was heard outside on the porch. A moment later, a girl goblin, more feral than cultured, kicked her way through the front door and rushed in.

"Prixiface! Please don't break another door," Vrixen demanded.

The goblin girl, introduced as Prixiface, paused mid-stride, her face breaking into the biggest smile upon seeing Trixi, but that quickly evaporated into a scowl upon seeing two humans and a strange goblin with them. Her hair was long and wild, and she had sharp fingernails and even sharper teeth. Covering her were small scars that made her appearance that much more intimidating.

She dropped her basket of fish, shuffled into the room, slumped beside the middle sister, and begrudgingly accepted a bowl.

“This little brat is our youngest sister. You just turned eighteen, didn’t you?”

“During the last full moon,” she mumbled. She made a rude gesture towards Lysander.

Her mother placed a hand on her youngest daughter's head and ruffled her hair, “Now, now! That's not nice. Here, eat this and behave. I'm sorry. She's been moody ever since Trixiface left."

"Hmmph."

While Lysander watched the family catch up, he was reminded of what Trixi once said about goblins not knowing their fathers. Despite having the same mother, they couldn't have been more dissimilar.

Ixiface had to be an anomaly in the goblin world. She was tall for a goblin, with a slim waist, wavy and glistening black hair, and seductive red eyes. She was slender, yet her build suggested she was no stranger to work, or maybe she was fit through having sex all the time. Her skin was greener than even Trixi's, amplifying the pinkness of her nipples atop her perky breasts. Her mannerisms promoted that she wasn't just a pretty face. She was somehow equally polite and flirty with both her mom and present company.

Trixi resembled their mother the most, being voluptuous, short, and stacked.

Prixiface was the opposite of her sisters in almost every way. She was gangly and scrawny, with jagged teeth and sallow, yellow skin nicked with scars. Her hair was clean yet seemed abandoned by every brush or comb. Curt and broody, everything about her made it obvious she was scrappy and could hold her own in a fight.

Emma put her bowl down. "Thank you for the soup, Mrs. Rockmoss."

"You're most welcome. It's nothing fancy, but I’m glad you enjoyed it."

"It's filling, and I can taste the love and care you put into it."

"Taking care of my girls is always on my mind. Gotta keep them healthy and full – especially this one." She placed a hand on Ixifaces's shoulder. "She has a lot of young lads she wants to keep happy."

"It's not as strenuous as you might imagine, Mom. Most of the time, they are doing all the thrusting. I'm just providing the holes, managing turn order, and providing positive affirmations.”

"Peni-princess," Prixi said with a snort.

Ixiface ignored the comment.

"A what?” Asked Lysander.

Trixi responded, "An insult with a double meaning. It's short for penny penis princess. A woman who loves cheap cock." 

"She knows I'm none of those things. Well, except the cock-loving part. I make an effort to know and support my partner’s problems and concerns, which is more than I can say for you, Miss Frigid, who scares off any and all potential suitors. She's too aggressive and unpredictable. No, wait, unpreDICKable."

"Or maybe they are too weak and soft to keep up with me!" Prixi countered.

Vrixen sighed. "It wouldn't hurt you to be a little more amiable."

Dinner continued mostly without incident. Prixiface kept flashing dirty looks at Lysander, though, something that was not lost on a growing perturbed Trixi.

----

After dinner, the two groups separated to their respective places of sleep. Ixiface’s room was in the hut covered with ornaments.

Emma sat down on the low bed. “You certainly have a large collection of...stuff!”

The only furniture in the room was a chair, a desk with a bowl of water, a mirror propped up against the wall, a simple wooden chest, and a grass-filled mattress with a high-quality blanket. It must have been a traded-for item with how fine it was compared to anything else Emma had seen in the house. Yet scattered around everywhere, like the outside hung metal bits and bobs.

“Thank you. I like things that glitter and sparkle. Humie’s make so many pretty things from metal!” Ixiface moved her pillows around. “Thought my bed would be big enough, but maybe not.”

“I think we can make it work. Probably won’t need the blanket. Pyx sleeps on top of me anyway.”

Sitting down at her desk, Ixi started brushing her hair. “So what's the story with you knights and goblins?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, why are you together? Why do humies need goblins?"

“Members of our order needed assistance in managing certain urges by having us pair with someone who’d… fill that role and prevent unwanted complications.”

“So they are sex toys.”

“Maybe some only have that kind of free-use relationship, not us.” She hugged Pyx. "He helps me in and out of my armor, polishes my weapons, and since he has better handwriting than I do, he writes up the mission reports. He also keeps me company. It gets lonely out on the road. He’s my trusted comrade and friend."

"Hmm, but do you use him?"

"I usually attend to him more than he does me."

"So he’s a squire with benefits.”

"I suppose that's an accurate description," laughed Emma.

“Do you pair off with whoever you take a fancy to? Or… how'd you two meet?”

"We can choose who we want to travel with. Sometimes, there's competition, but not for him. I met him during the debut with a group of new recruits. He looked abandoned and forlorn, and the rest seemed too excitable. Since it was my first assignment, I sensed we might be able to get along."

“And your partner's role… does it require them to be naked?”

“Not all the time. They do have formal attire, but this harness is like their uniform, I suppose.” Emma held up Pyx. "We are trained to have high stamina and travel from place to place very quickly, so it's faster if we can carry our partners. Also helps facilitate intimate relations and provides a little protection."

“Sounds like a very service-oriented life.”

“I find it to be a very satisfying career. Traveling and fighting is exhausting and arduous, but, together with my precious companion, relieving the fears and anxiety of citizens and seeing them smile makes it worthwhile."

“I see. Is it the same for females? Does Trixi do the same kind of things?”

“More or less. It varies from pair to pair. Are you interested in joining?” 

"When the humies first approached us, it wasn't explained in great detail what we'd be doing. Only that we’d be pairing up with a them. And Trixi didn't write to us much after she left. It seems fun, not very different from what I do now."

“I don’t know much about goblin society. Is taking care of male gobins your role or profession in the village?”

“You heard my sister call me the village slut. I actually work at the brewery. A true tavern wench, I suppose, but only with the boys you saw in the shed. They are a group that banded together to survive and are like your little guy, bottom of society, not normally treated very nice. Neglected. I offer them a little puss from time to time. I've had many other suitors, but most of them are presumptuous.

"Not to say it's purely out of pity, I enjoy a good dicking. They can get a bit over-excited at times, but they are always gentle – unless I don’t want them to be!” She showed her sharp teeth in a mischievous grin.

After fixing her hair, Ixi stood up and let her loincloth drop to the floor. “Oh, do you mind? I tend to sleep naked.”

“No, no, go ahead. You have a lovely figure,” complimented Emma.

“For a goblin, you mean?”

“I don’t know. I only saw a few when we arrived. Is your physique unusual?”

“A little. Most goblins don’t know who their fathers are, and if they know, they don’t say. As you noticed, the majority of female goblins have a lot more body fat than I do. I mean, just look at my sisters; almost can’t tell we are related.”

Ixiface certainly leaned toward a more human physique, better proportioned yet short. Since interbreeding between the two races was impossible, though, Emma concluded it was a curious anomaly.

“Looks like your little friend’s friend wants attention before bed," smirked Ixi, drawing Emma’s gaze to Pyx's growing erection.

“It is about time for his regular milking.” Emma cupped Pyx's heavy balls and gently caressed them.

“Milking? You said you are more attentive to him than he is to you. Do you not take the opportunity to let him satisfy you at all?”

“My libido isn’t as high as some people’s, but I do enjoy keeping him sated.”

“Are you going to do it here?”

“Oh, you're right! How rude of me. We can go…”

“No, it's fine. By all means! I was just wondering if I could watch."

“Pyx doesn’t seem to mind since he’s getting into his favorite position.” 

He laid back on Emma's arm and dug inside her shirt for her nipple.

She grasped his tiny shaft, stiff and straining for attention. “I bet he has a lot more than usual saved up since we didn't do it this morning.” 

Ixi made her way over to the bed and laid down on her belly, resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never thought of doing something like that before.”

“It was one of the very first things I did for him. I call it a breastfeeding handjob.” Emma's firm grip drew lewd -sounds as Pyx’s pre-cum started to leak down his shaft.

"He has such a cute cock. Quite a contrast with how big his balls are. I’ve never seen them as big as his.”

“Are they that unusually sized?”

“They are about twice the size I normally see.”

Emma rolled her thumb around the tip of his cock. “Might explain why he needs to be milked so much.”

“How big is his prostate?”

“Uh, I don't know what to compare it to. Maybe a walnut?"

“I love rubbing my boys’ p-spot. Makes'em burst so hard!”

“Do you want to do that today?” asked Emma.

Pyx considered a moment and nodded.

Lifting his balls, she found his anus. Already lubed with his pre-cum, she circled the tight sphincter. She applied a little pressure and was met with a brief resistance before sliding in.

She ran her finger along the smooth inner lining until she found the slight protrusion. Curling her finger, she pressed against the bump, causing him to inhale sharply.

“I love when they make that noise,” cooed Ixi.

Pyx began to leak heavily as Emma prodded and kneaded the delicate gland.

Ixi licked her lips as more syrupy precum pooled and ran over the edge of his glans. "That's so hot. Does he taste good?"

"Yes."

"Hey, Pyx, would you like to try a handjob from me?"

Pyx warily looked her way.

“I promise I won't hurt you or do anything you don't like. I really do love making good boys like you feel good.”

Pyx looked up into Emma’s face.

“You should,” Emma encouraged. “You saw how good of a job she was doing for one of her boys. I’m sure it’ll feel good, and I might learn something too.” 

He grunted his ok.

With a disarming smile, the she-goblin scooted closer. He tensed at her touch, but as she gently wrapped her soft fingers around him, alternating between overhand and underhand, he slowly relaxed.

Logically, he knew not all of his kind were like the ones from his home village. He got along with Trixi amicably enough during their last mission and even began to relate to her with how much they loved their respective partners.

Despite being half-sisters, Pyx thought Ixi was more akin to Emma in personality, except more lewd and overtly seductive.

“Do you think you’d be ok with me using my mouth? Your pre looks delicious, and I really want to taste it.” Prix asked breathily.

He looked at her sharp teeth and slightly blanched.

“Don’t worry. I’m quite skilled and haven’t nicked anyone yet.”

Pyx motioned for her to go ahead.

“Thank you.” Ixi leaned forward and kissed the tip several times. "I bet your humie here has a hard time keeping her mouth off you.”

Emma brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. “I found the little knobby bumps and lack of foreskin odd at first, but I've grown fond of sucking him, even when he doesn’t cum.”

“Do humans not have bumps? I’ve never seen a naked pinkie before.”

“They don’t.”

“What's a foreskin?"

“It's like a little hood that covers the tip, similar to the skin that covers your clitoris.”

“Huh… interesting.”

“I wonder if that other knight would let me see his.”

“Probably not. Trixi is very possessive of him. Some humans prefer only a single love partner.”

“Do you?”

“We haven’t been together very long, but after our campaign, I’d be happy if he stayed with me.”

Pyx animatedly motioned that he'd stay with her forever.

“I’m glad!” Emma declared and kissed him. She adjusted him and helped spread his legs further apart. “Are you ready to see what Ixi is gonna teach us?”

Pyx stared at his twitching cock, just inches away from the gobliness’ lips.

"Alright, here we go, you goodest of boys." Ixi flicked her tongue along the underside and dove down, fully engulfing him in her mouth. Circling her tongue around his frenulum, she backed off, wrapping her lips just around his glans. While still pumping with her hand, she nibbled and suckled the fountain of precum leaking from his body.

Pyx sighed. He felt safe curled up in Emma’s arms and yet entirely at the mercy of these two girls – especially Ixi’s sucking. She was fervent and aggressive, yet her fearsome teeth never touched his member. He thought he was going to cum this way when she suddenly stopped and just held him in her mouth.

With one source of pleasure paused, Emma’s efforts were made more prominent. The unfamiliar deep throbbing coming from Emma's palpitations radiated outward every time she pressed down and squished his prostate, sending another dollop of precum into Ixi's hungry mouth. 

This kind of pleasure was altogether different, less focused, and more generalized. Instead of ascending the mountain of bliss, he was floating in a pool of euphoria. 

Oblivious to all else but that which felt good, he didn’t notice he lost his erection until Ixi let his penis flop out of her mouth. “Look at that face! He’s so fixated on the pleasure in his butt, his cock went all limp.”

“Should I go faster?” Emma asked.

“Nah, but keep going. He’ll probably cum soon.” 

Thinking that maybe she should insert a second digit, Emma rolled her finger from side to side until he was loose enough. She was just pressing her ring finger into his sphincter when Pyx exhaled sharply. 

Ixi took that as a cue to abruptly gobble up not only his deflated member but his balls, too. 

Pyx's sudden orgasm hit with more intensity than usual. He tried to not squirm around so Emma’s fingering didn’t lose its rhythm, though it probably didn’t matter. She seemed focused on manually coaxing every drop of seed from his body. She was timing her actions to his contractions, evacuating the spasming gland and his balls into Ixi's mouth.

Ixi’s mouth was thoroughly plugged. Like a chipmunk, her cheeks puffed out, audibly gulping down all the nut to where she most liked it: in her belly. If Pyx was a bit bigger, she wouldn't have been able to envelope his entire package. Instead of erupting ropes of thick cream, it oozed from his shaft and down her hungry gullet.

The she-goblin was delighted at the amount. There were not many male goblin’s from the village who enjoyed this type of pleasure, and the ones that did didn’t cum nearly this much. The musty scent of bitter seed overloaded her sense of smell. From the rich and savory taste, he was definitely eating well.

With the women united in their effort to completely drain both his cum and energy, Pyx lay there in a fulfilled haze.

Ixi got out of the way as Emma bent down and kissed each spent testicle. "Poor little balls musta been so swollen.”

“That was an amazing amount cum. I bet he feels better. Since he didn’t cum with his cock, he’ll probably have a faster recovery time," blurted Ixi, wiping her mouth.

Somebody wasn’t satisfied, though – two somebodies in Ixi’s mind. “Say, Miss Knight, have you ever been kissed by a girl?”

“A few times, but not in a romantic way.” 

Ixi crawled toward Emma, her breasts swaying underneath her. “Did you think I was talking about your mouth?” The libidinous goblin ran two fingers through her own pussy before holding them up in a V in front of her. Several thin, sticky, and clear threads of mucus hung between them. "Girls have two sets of lips." With a lusty smirk, she licked the lewd love juice.

Emma flushed and felt her pussy dampen at the sudden realization of what was meant. Her heart quickened. “I’ve never done anything like that with a girl.”

“Well, then, I would be delighted to be your first if you'd like to experiment.”

Emma let herself be pushed onto her back. Caressing up her strong thighs with a finger, Ixi nudged the knightess' legs apart.

“So that's what a human pussy looks like. What a lovely shade of pale pink and so dainty with everything tucked away all modestly.” 

“Not all human women are the sam–!”

Ixi pulled Emma’s hips toward her in a sigh-inducing kiss as their lower lascivious lips met. The pleasure was different from what the knightess was used to; it was more about pressure instead of fullness, friction over speed. The small goblin woman held Emma’s leg high for leverage as she began to hump, slide, and mash their pussies together.

“I don’t get a chance to play with another girl very often, much less a humie! I usually prefer to be on the bottom, but for the sake of novelty, I don’t mind taking the lead.” Ixi leaned in for a kiss – a real one. They made out, both above and below.

As their love-making grew louder, Ixi trailed her tongue to Emma’s nipples. 

“I’m loving the sounds you make.” Nibbling and sucking, flicking and licking, she teased the stiff nubs, enjoying Emma’s reactions.

“As wonderful as this feels, I don’t think I’m going to be able to…” Emma groaned out but was interrupted.

Ixi put her finger to Emma’s lips to shush her. “You're going to love this.” Reaching down, the green-skinned woman unhooded her sub’s clit. Unprotected and with more exposed surface area, she twisted her hips and started bullying it with her own. “Better?”

“Yes, barely.”

“Good, because now I can do this.” Ixi reached back, pushing her thumb into her vagina and her middle and pointer fingers into Emma’s. Squeezing her digits together, she rolled and pressed the two buzzing pleasure buttons together from the inside. 

“This is… I'm gonna…”

“Going to what?” the goblin maiden teased playfully.

“I’m gonna cum!” Emma grabbed the sheets and arched her back as she cried her release, toes curling as pleasurable waves washed through her.

Emma felt a sudden gush of liquid splash her. Ixi apparently reached her crescendo as well.  

As the two women were nearing the end of their shared experience, a hard cock was brazenly thrust between their sticky vulvas.

“Wha…oh, hello there!”

Pyx had recovered, his wariness suppressed by his horniness. Grabbing Ixi’s hips, he started thrusting. The girl was wet – too wet, in fact. It reduced the friction, making it less enjoyable than Pyx had hoped, but his pleasure wasn’t the goal. He was merely slickening his cock. 

He held out a previously written message on his chalk tablet so only Ixi could see. Ixy giggled. “How naughty! Sure, sounds fun.”

Emma tried to peek around to see what Pyx had written, but he pulled it away. Emma, still hazy and muddle-brained from her orgasm, wasn’t sure what was going on. Ixi’s butt was suddenly hovering above her, her swollen pussy dripping onto her face. She also caught a glimpse of Pyx lining himself up between her legs until a pair of hanging breasts blocked her view.

“What are you two up to?”

“Little Pyx here is going to fulfill his squirely duties.”

“What do you…!”

Her words caught in her throat as Pyx sheathed his sword in her hilt, sinking the knobby green shaft all the way to the base. Her pussy quivered, a very familiar sensation. 

Having promised to help, Ixi spread the top of Emma’s pussy with both hands, using her thumbs to expose Emma’s clit again, enveloping the swollen bud between her lips. 

Still sensitive from the previous orgasm, this drove their human lover wild. She would have screamed out another orgasm, but Ixi smothered her cries with her plump goblin mound.

Pyx pistoned into the one he held most dear. He leaned back to give Ixi more room so the two could attack the female knight, bombarding her weak spots relentlessly. He had grown quite familiar with Emma’s sexual preferences, which were not many but had slowly multiplied during the time they had been together. He knew the depths of her kinks almost as well as the weapons he maintained every day.

Emma tended to give more than receive, which was why Pyx wanted to take this opportunity to give his love the most mind-blowing orgasm, or orgasms, she had ever had. With Ixi’s help, they were going to accomplish that goal.

Having grown up as one of the royal family, Emma was raised to be a prim and proper lady. So, her knowledge of foreplay and sexual variety had been virtually none until she met Pyx. He wasn’t a fount of endless experience or knowledge, either, but together, they explored and got more imaginative with their love-making over time. Tonight, though, was altogether different; more primal and a threesome no less.

She thrashed and spasmed, threatening to throw both goblins off, but Pyx successfully kept her pinned down and locked in the mating press position.

“Come on, Pyx, give it to her. Make her cervix remember this tomorrow morning.”

Pyx thrust harder. He may not have been the girthiest, but he was long enough to kiss her womb’s entrance.

The two sex monsters overloaded the knightess’ brain with so much pleasure that Emma was seeing stars. She lost count of how many orgasms she’d had, both big and small. They were all blending together. In addition, she was squirting – or maybe peeing. It was impossible to tell since she’d never done it before. It was embarrassing, but she couldn’t help it. Ixi was leaning on her bladder bladder as they milked her body for every ounce of pleasure.

She was on the verge of passing out when the delicious torment ended. Too exhausted to do anything but lie there in her own juices, she felt cum drunk. And she was pretty sure she’d felt Pyx release his seed in her. 

Ixi all but confirmed it. She leaned forward, slid her tongue into Emma’s still-quivering hole, and scooped out what little semen Pyx had managed to replenish during his short rest. 

She gulped it down and looked to the male goblin. “Come here. I’ll clean you, too.”

With nary a hint of apprehension since they arrived in the village, Pyx stood and stepped near to allow her to suck him clean. The cleaning seemed more out of proper sex etiquette than any serious attempt at cleanliness, since they were all sweaty and the bed was soaked.

Pyx looked over at Emma with a satisfied smile. Proud of himself for being able to satisfy his partner, he went over and snuggled against her right side.

“That looks sweet. Do you mind if I join you?”

Emma shook her head.

The she-goblin took her place on Emma’s left. “Say, what exactly are the requirements for a goblin to do what Pyx does?”

“Join the Order? He could probably tell you better than I could. Did you decide to join?”

“I think so. As my sister would say, ‘Get out and explore more of life's options.’ Maybe… with people I already know. If that's ok?”

“I’m unsure. I don’t know of any knight that has two partners. I doubt there’s anything against it. Though, if there were, my royal privilege would probably allow it, but I don’t like to do that.”

“Maybe you could call it training of new recruits.”

“That is an idea,” Emma commented with a smile.

“I wonder what my sister will say.”

With that thought in mind, the three drifted off to sleep.

—

"Sounds like Pyx really gave it to Emma good. She's having the time of her life over there." Trixi stepped away from listening against the wall. "Maybe Ixi is teaching him some new things."

Lysander set their things on the floor. "Is this your room?"

"Partially. It's our room. Though, maybe technically, it's her room now."

Prixiface shut the door behind them and sat down at a corner table with a huff.

"I didn't want to make a big scene about it at dinner, but what is your problem, Prixi? Why are you being so bratty?"

"You should know."

"I don't know. That's why I’m askin’ you. You've been nothing but rude to Lysander when you've never even met him before."

Prixface gave him another dirty look.

"Ok, that's it. Just because you're too old for spankings doesn’t mean I still won’t give you one to remind you of your manners."

Trixi got up and marched to the other side of the room. It'd been a very long time since she felt she needed to discipline her younger sister. The last time she did, they weren’t the same height. Now that Prixiface was an adult and the same height, she was sure she was going to have to wrestle her down, but suspiciously, she barely put up any resistance.

Slinging the brat over her knees, Trixi yanked down her sister’s loincloth. The thin material peeled away from her crotch in sticky strands.

"Wha…why are you wet? Did you want this?"

In response, Prixi pinched her sister's thigh.

"Ouch! Ok, fine. Is this what you want?" With a loud smack, Trixi's hand came in contact with the exposed buttcheek. Smacking her reddening bottom again made the tender flesh jiggle.

This whole situation was odd. Prixi barely made a sound. Instead, she got wetter. Before Trixi left for the human settlement, Prixiface had been a good and cheerful girl. Yet, now, she was rebellious and impudent. Why?

"Let's see if you accounted for this." Trixi shoved two fingers into her sister's pussy, making her squeal.

Prixi kicked her legs, sending both of them tumbling to the floor. Smaller and nimbler, the littler goblin scrambled away before Trixi could grab her again. Gleefully defiant, she taunted her older sister. “Come on, ya humie-loving bimbo! That the best you got, or are you only fast when it comes to getting someone off?”

Trixi wasn’t provoked that easily. Nor was she going to ask Lysander for help; this was a family issue. Not gifted with her lithe sisters speed, she hoped cunning would work. 

The room was small, so there was only one way for Prixiface to dodge. Still kneeling on the ground, Trixi feigned a leap toward the ill-mannered girl. As she vaulted, she kicked a nearby stool to the right. Prixiface sidestepped the leap and, as anticipated, tripped over the oncoming stool.

“Gotcha!” Wrestling her onto her stomach, she sat on the smaller goblin's back and reinserted her fingers while spanking her cheeks with her free hand.

"Feel more like telling me what this is all about?"

"I won’t!" Prixi continued to try wiggling free.

"Do I have to climax it out of you?"

“Never!”

“A third finger then." 

Prixi’s vagina was as defiant as its owner. She grunted into the rug as her sister weaseled her digit into her already stuffed hole. In fact, with each spank, Prixi clenched around her.

"Stubborn to the last, I see." Sticking out her thumb, Trixi traced the short distance to her puckered hole and pressed in. 

This sent the feral goblin into a frenzy, sending muffled moans and cursing into the floor. 

“I remember a time when you expressed an interest in anal. From how stretchy you are and how tightly you're gripping me, I’m beginning to wonder if you followed up on your curiosity.”

Prixi didn’t know her antagonizing would lead to this, but it was exciting. The roughhousing and struggle got her heart pumping, and more importantly, she got her sister’s attention all to herself. The pinned goblin was nearing her climax. Trixi’s fingers were just too good.

"Out with it! I'm not gonna stop until you do." 

Prixi only responded with a passionate howl as she came. She wasn't a squirter, but her pussy became extra gushy when she got really horny. 

Trixi kept her word. Prixi wasn’t relenting, so neither was the domination over her sibling’s over-sensitive genitals and tenderized butt. "That's at least two. I wonder what your cum limit is."

Prixi clawed the ground as each orgasm ran into the next. Her forward attitude was leaking out as fast as her juices. After her fourth orgasm, her sensitivity lessened. The overworked nerves were numbing.

Seemingly sensing this, Trixi let up on her pussy assault and switched her main target back to her butt. "This hole seems like it's still craving attention.” 

Assaulting a new erogenous zone served Trixi's purpose by extending her sister’s orgasms. She trembled through her fifth and final orgasm, bigger than all the rest.

“Your butt doesn’t seem to want to let me go. Was that your first anal orgasm?"

Prixi was exhausted. She just lay there heaving, all her fiery belligerence spent. 

Trixi rolled off her, embraced her, and smoothed back the sweaty bangs from her brow. "You never used to be like this. What happened?"

Prixi buried her face into her sister’s chest. "He took you away from me!"

“What? Lysander? You know that's not true. I hadn't even met him when I left the village.

"You never came back, not even to visit!"

"That is my fault, not his, and I'm sorry. I should have. But that doesn't seem to be the whole reason. You were sexually frustrated, weren't you?”

Prixi nodded again while looking at the floor.

“Was masturbation not enough? Couldn’t you find someone to help you? I’m sure Ixi knows lots of people.”

“I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I couldn’t find anyone that could keep up with me.”

Referring to their bout tonight, Trixi asked, "Did it feel good?"

"Up until the last one.”

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone so hard on your butt."

“Though, I’m glad I was able to give my anal virginity to you… in a sense.”

Trixi stroked her sister's hair. “I'm amazed how much you've grown.” 

”Prixi glanced at Lysander’s bulge. “You're gonna do it with him now, aren't you?"

"Of course! It's my privilege and my job. You can watch if you’d like."

"M'never seen a human cock before."

"Ya know, if you join the Order. You might even get to see me more often."

Prixi perked up at the possibility.

Kissing the top of her sister’s head, she lifted her sister off her lap and sidled over to Lysander. She whispered into his ear and rubbed his crotch. "You don't mind letting my sister watch some intercultural romance?"

“I suppose not after all you just had to do to reconcile.”

"Come here, Prixi, and I'll teach you what we goblins do. While sexual relief is our main job, it's not the only one. We also cook when we camp."

"Not often because Trixi is only good at making one thing," teased Lysander.

"Hey!” She punched his leg. “But I'm really good at that one thing! As I was saying, we also assist sewing holes and tears in our partner’s clothes, scrubbing their armor clean, and acting as another pair of eyes to alert them to danger they may not notice when fighting. Though, with how skilled he is, I mostly just cheer him on."

"Come over here." Trixi patted the bed. "Ready? Behold!" 

She yanked down Lysander’s pants. "Doesn't look like much. It's just pinker and doesn't have any knobby bumps. Well, maybe it’s not visually astounding, but it reaches just as deep and is slightly girthier. The most important thing is how it's used. Now then..."

Trixi held the half-flaccid organ upright and gave a slow, long lick from root to tip. Pumping the base with her fingers, she gave her full attention to the head, flicking the glans with her tongue and liberally applying kisses all over.

"You look like you love cock almost as much as Ixi."

"It's more accurate to say I love his and only his. We made an agreement of mutual exclusivity to one another."

"That's weird. Is that a human custom?"

"Yes."

"Sounds kinda boring. Doesn't he get bored of just having one pussy around?"

"No. He loves me a lot, even if he doesn’t verbalize it as often as I’d like. I thought it was a little strange at first, too, but it's new and novel and makes me feel extra special knowing I'm the only one.”

"Is that so?"

"When was the last time you were with a boy goblin?"

Prixi shrugged. "I don't wanna end up like Ixi."

"Be nice. Ixi is being very altruistic with her affections. She could have any goblin in the village, but she instead chose those boys. Don't you think that's kind of her?"

"I guess."

"And there, fully hard. Doesn't he look more impressive?" Trixi asked her sister.

Prixi poked it with her fingers. "I guess." 

"I'm beginning to wonder if you are only into girls."

"Nu-huh. I like cock, I just love you more."

Prixi slid forward and buried her face between her sisters' plump ass cheeks.

"So clingy! Well, while you're back there, get me ready while I give these balls some love."

Trixi raised her butt. Prixi wasted no time digging her tongue into her sister's folds.

Meanwhile, Trixi gently rolled her beloved's sizable orbs between her fingers. Popping one into her mouth, she sucked and tugged on the cum-filled nuts. Eyeing his twitching penis, she dabbed at the precum accruing at the tip, smearing the slick lube around his glans.

Repositioning herself to be more comfortable, her face never left his crotch. She smirked at Prixi’s eagerness, lapping every inch of her, occasionally trying to poke deeper at the nectar further in.

"Don't forget the other hole. It's important to be ready for any scenario." Prixi paused, considering the request. Trixi was testing to see how open she was to new and unexpected things. She hummed her approval as she felt her cheeks spread and Prixi’s warm tongue slide over her less-used, wrinkled hole.

Trixi didn't engage in anal often, but it wasn't bad to be ready on the off chance. She took pride in being prepared for whatever, whenever. That being said, this was the first time she had anyone lick her anus. Prixi seemed less sure what to do and was slowly rimming the edges and only sometimes experimentally poking at the center of the non-self-lubricating sphincter.

"That's good enough. He's ready, and so am I. Thank you, little sis."

Prixi raised her head, mouth dripping with pussy juice and saliva. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she moved aside. 

“Looks like he wants me on top tonight. It's good to be able to read your partner. Also, they do a lot of walking and physical activity, so being the one doing all the work isn’t uncommon.” Trixi stood over Lysander’s hips, turned around, and sat down, sandwiching his fleshy spear between her lips. 

“If you're observant and mindful, you can learn your partner’s preferences pretty quickly. Sometimes, they just want to get down to business. Other times, a little foreplay is warranted.” She slid his shaft back and forth between her pussy lips a few times before rearing up and settling back, letting him fully enter her in one motion.

“Delicious!” she cooed. "I call this position the reverse rider. Gives me full control and lets him play with my ass if he wants."

Taking her invitation, Lysander grabbed her plush rear, squeezing and massaging as she bounced up and down.

"This harness is our most important tool. It's designed for easy access to every part of me, and the handles allow him to hold and position me however he wants me. If he's frisky enough, maybe he'll show you some of the more interesting positions we don't engage in enough," she hinted.

Lysander heard her loud and clear. Sitting up, he grabbed the handles, lifted her clear off his cock, and got up on his knees. She repositioned his penis at her entrance. It slammed back into her, making her grunt at the sudden stuffage.

This was one of those positions that definitely didn't get used enough. Leveraging her tightly, he pistoned into her, the exertion splattering their juices over Prixi’s face. She unconsciously licked the lewd liquid off her lips, too enthralled at the aggressive and wanton display before her.

"Hmmm, what, what else haven't we done? Been awhile since we tried the standing splits."

When he let go of one of her legs, she put her weight on it and, with his help, aimed her other leg toward the ceiling. Since he was still on his knees, it would have been easier if she had a wall or something to hold onto. 

Prixi moved closer to the bawdy connection, voyeuristically enjoying the sight of her sister's pussy being pounded mercilessly, balls noisily slapping and their juices turning white and frothy.

"Don't cum yet. I want it in my favorite position."

After Lysander pulled out and set her on the floor, Trixi rolled onto her back. She grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs above her head. "The best position to receive cum and a classic goblin favorite – mating-press!"

Trixi used both hands to spread her quivering hole. "Smash my cervix; pound your cum into me!"

Lysander obliged and thrust deep until he bottomed out. Pressing his weight into her, he rapidly humped her as she clawed his back.

Prixi wasn’t going to miss a second. She scooted around so she was front and center to the action, hand between her legs, knuckle-deep, vicariously engrossed in the action.

Moments later, hip met hip as Lysander pressed his full weight into smooshing his glans against her womb’s entrance and painted her insides white. 

She lowered her legs, wrapped them around his hips, and locked him in place, grinding her pelvis into his, using his cock to stir her insides.

Panting and exhausted, Lysander fell onto his side, keeping himself inside her. She rolled with him until he was on his back and passionately kissed him, snuggling into his chest.

Trixie turned her head to look at her sister. "You've been a good enough girl. Are you interested in cleaning me up?" Trixi gently slid Lysander’s deflating cock out of her and scooted back. 

Prixi jumped at her crotch, catching the precious seed before it could drip on the bed. Searching for every drop, she scooped out the thin, salty sweet liquid with her tongue and savored its richness before swallowing.

"Well, Prixi? Think you might be more interested in joining the Order?"

"I suppose it looks more fun than I imagined.”

—

The next morning, everyone met in the main house.

“You certainly had some excess energy last night,.” Trixi joked.

“I could say the same about you! You were quieter, but I could see the whole hut shaking,” Ixi rebounded.

Trixi poured herself a glass of water. “Where’s mom? Prixiface has something she wants to talk about.” 

“I’m not sure. Coincidentally, I do, too.” confided Ixi.

“I’m right here, my little swamp weeds.” Vrixen came in through a side entrance carrying a basket full of freshly ground wheat. “I thought we’d have some porridge this morning. I managed to snag some honey the other day. “

“That's perfect. We just happen to have a treat ourselves.” With Lysanders help, Trixi directed their attention to two jars. ”Fresh Minotaur milk!” 

Prixi’s mouth dropped open. “Where in the world did you get your hands on that?”

“A mino village on the edge of the basin,” Emma responded.

Vrixen set about making breakfast. “That takes me back. Long ago, when I was young, our village used to trade with them.” 

“About that. We talked to the village chief, and he seemed open to the idea of re-establishing trade,” Trixi injected.

“That's exciting. I’d have to talk to the village council.”

We brought enough milk to help sway their decision,” Trixi added with a wink.

“I’ll make sure to let them know.” Vrixen turned to Prixiface. “You had something you wanted to ask me, sweetie?”

“Ya. I, uh, kinda want to do what big sis does.”

“I think that's a wonderful idea!”

“You do?”

“I admit I was a little anxious when my middle daughter went off with the humies to do who knows what, but I am relieved to see she’s healthy, happy, and has such strong and dependable friends!”

"They are! Especially this one." Trixi wrapped her arm around Lysander.

“When would you leave?”

Prixiface looked to Trixi, who in turn looked to Lysander and Emma.

“Well, I suppose she can go back with us if she’s eager to leave right away,” Lysander answered.

“Will I need to bring anything?”

“Not really. They’ll furnish everything.”

“Could I pair with you?”

“I’m not sure. That's kinda unprecedented.”

Ixi chimed in, “About that… I, too, was wondering if I could pair with Pyx and Emma.”

Emma explained to Lysander, “Ixiface suggested a mentorship program of sorts.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? Maybe if we make the proposal all official-like, it’ll sway their decisions,” Trixi said.

“Worth a try, I suppose,” noted Lysander.

“We can hammer out the details on the road,” Emma nodded.

Ixi put her hand to her mouth. “Yay! Oh! What about mom? She’s going to be all lonely with everyone gone.”

“That's so sweet of you to think of me! Maybe I should join you girls. I’m sure there are some ripe, young humies who would be into an older woman.”

“You don’t even know what we do, Mom.”

“I’ll make sure she does. We have a lot of downtime between travel destinations,” Emma responded.

It's all settled then.” Trixi held up a glass of milk. “To new adventures!”

“To new adventures!”

They all clinked their glasses and enjoyed the rest of their breakfast.