Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Cian
Three hours later, the chief of the goblin clan burps
and slaps me on the shoulder. He’s incredibly drunk. “Tell that brother of
yours we’re ready to negotiate.” It comes out in a low growl. The goblin’s eyes
are watery but serious. His hand reaches out and tugs on my shirt. “But I have
to ask you to leave your queen at home. She is unreasonable.”
I want to laugh but I’m diplomatic enough to keep my face
straight. I look into the goblin chief’s eyes and try to convey a kingly
presence. “I can’t promise you anything. The queen is formidable, as you have
seen. I can only promise that you will get your ten dozen cookies tomorrow.”
“I’ll have them ready, damn it,” Meg says irritably.
She clutches the two sacks of coffee grounds she traded her
basket of cookies for. She’s jittery because she sat with the goblin chieftain,
matching him shot for shot until the goblin finally fell out of his chair.
I’m honestly amazed at how much she can drink. Somewhere in
there, the goblin chief asked for her hand in marriage. I was forced to pull a
knife to persuade the chief that I’m not willing to give up my claim on my
wife.
“Make sure you do.” The goblin chief looks longingly at the
empty basket.
The cookies went quickly. After the first was tried,
negotiations began at a swift pace. Turns out Meg is a hard-nosed negotiator. I
actually feel a little bad for the goblins.
She negotiated a trade for two bags of coffee, a bolt of
some sort of blue fabric she calls satin, a six-pack of Dr Pepper, which comes
from the Earth plane, and a pair of brown boots she claims remind her of Uggs.
I don’t know what Uggs are, but the boots look warm. Altogether, it’s a
phenomenally good deal.
I would be more impressed if I wasn’t so damn sexually
frustrated. My wife handles the goblins with pure diplomatic grace. She knows
when to be charming and when to beat the goblins over the head with her fists.
She negotiated to give the goblins a second shipment of cookies in exchange for
a set of sheets. She’s very excited about something she calls the thread count.
The other part of the deal is something she has designated as a player to be
named later. Again, nothing I understand, but if it gets me out of these caves
and into her bed, I will support the deal all day long.
I’m supposed to be the intellectual half. I should have been
extremely interested in the negotiations. But today, I can’t take my eyes off
my wife’s breasts. I’m going to see them, touch them, get them in my mouth. My
cock swells again, and I’ve had enough.
“I am very interested in chocolate,” Meg says to the small
goblin who serves as a clerk. He’s writing down the Seelie Queen’s demands.
“It’s sweet and brown. You’ll find it in bars. It’s bitter in powder form. I’ll
take that, too. Surely, some other plane has to have discovered chocolate.”
“I will ask around, Your Highness,” the goblin promises.
I reach over and take my wife’s hand. If I let her, she’ll
stand here all day negotiating. She’s drunk on her own power. It’s wonderful
for her to discover her power, but I don’t give a shit. I wanted to discover
her pussy, and I’ve been sitting in a dank goblin cave for hours wondering when
my hard-on was going to get relief.
“I’ll let my brother know you request our attendance when he
returns.” I manage a courtly nod of my head. “I expect him to return by the end
of next week. I assume you’ll be staying here for a while?”
The goblin chieftain staggers to his massive feet. His eyes
are sleepy. “Yes, Your Highness. We will stay while there is trade to be had.”
“Well, we need to discuss a deal for you to distribute my
baked goods,” Meg begins with an entrepreneurial gleam in her eye. I know that
look. It will cost me another hour if I let her get started.
“And we can do that at a later date,” I say, hauling her
bodily out of the cave. “Good day to you.”
Meg blinks in the light of day. “Hey, I wasn’t through in
there.”
I stride forward, pulling her behind me. “Yes, you are, my
lover.”
It’s far past time to make her my wife in every sense of the
word.