Chapter 2
“You’re on in five.”
“Thank you, five,” I said to the assistant who had poked their head in. I glanced at the clock on the wall, then took a final look at myself in the dressing room mirror.
My hair was bound up and stuck through with a silver pin.
I was wearing a new outfit I had bought especially for the occasion, in a goblin style.
The top was two black semi-sheer pieces of fabric that criss-crossed over my voluptuous breasts.
The bottom was similar to a loincloth and made from long strips of the same silky fabric, held up by silver chains that hugged my hips.
More silver chains draped from my neck, beneath the fabric and around my breasts, and over my sides.
I wore the tiniest slip of a thong beneath the loincloth.
A mixture of nerves and anticipation tingled across my skin and pooled in my belly. I was already wet just from the idea of what was to come.
I left the dressing room and headed down the hallways to the large conference room. I stood in front of the closed door for a minute before it opened and a goblin gestured me inside.
Like Krath had said there would be, there were about twenty goblins, sitting at a single long table.
They were all dressed to the nines in linen trousers and raw silk vests, gold and precious gems on fingers and dangling from ears.
I wondered how many had jewelry in their trousers, too.
I recognized Zhaff sitting at the center of the table.
He rose, and the goblin directly across from him stood, too.
I reached the table, and two goblins held out their hands to help me step up onto the table. One of them licked his lips as his eyes slid over my body.
My strength doesn’t lie in poledancing, not like Eclair, but I can strut my stuff.
My heels clicked on the table as I sauntered, hips swaying.
I paused in the middle of the table, hands on my hips, looking down at Zhaff and who I guessed was the CEO of the rival company.
I was already so much taller than them, but standing on the table, I truly loomed.
“Grixull, may I introduce you to Gorla,” Zhaff said. “Gorla, please meet Grixull.”
I reached my hand down down down to Grixull, who had a short beard and wore a burgundy vest. He took my hand with fingers covered in ruby rings–goblins wear the color red to symbolize luck and power--and gave a lingering kiss. Blood rushed to my loins.
“Dance for us, Gorla,” Grixull said, sitting back down and swirling whiskey in a glass.
Music began to play, and I knew one of my coworkers was someone nearby, invisibly making the summit run smoothly.
It was a traditional goblin tune—slithery violins, sensual wooden flutes, and a drum that made your heart beat in time.
I began with a swirl of my hips, black silk swaying, silver chains jingling. I didn’t know any goblin dances, but a traditional ogre dance made slow and seductive fit the mood. I undulated as I walked from one end of the table to the next, twenty pairs of eyes fixed on me.
Everyone strips for a different reason. Some people love the feeling of power it gives them. Some do it for the money. Some love the athletic challenge of a pole.
Me? I do it because it makes me feel like the ruby in a crown—something precious, something beautiful.
Feminine and sensual. That was what I channeled now as I danced–the way my limbs seemed to ripple through the air, how the silk rustled across my buttocks, how my curves spoke of softness and generosity.
I took the silver pin out of my hair and let the red strands flow down my back.
When I was a few feet from the two powerful CEOs, I reached behind me and pulled on a ribbon, loosening my top.
I slowly slid silk down one shoulder, then the other; let the midnight fabric fall to the ground.
The way I could feel the gazes of the goblins on my bare breasts was tangible, a caress.
Silver chains wrapped around each one, giving a gentle squeeze that made them more prominent.
My nipples were large and hard and a dark ruddy green, aching to be licked and sucked.
I slid my hands down my sides before bending over, making my breasts hang, my ass stick out, before undulating back upright.
Another dance up and down the table before stopping where Zhaff and Grixull would have the best view.
I unclasped one of the silver chains at my hip.
I pulled it around just enough to uncover my ass.
I swayed and jiggled to the music, allowing everyone time to appreciate the sight.
With a turn, I removed the loincloth, the silk swishing away from my pussy.
I tossed the loincloth across the room. Now all I wore was a t-string thong, the tiniest triangle of sheer black fabric covering my labia. Again I paraded myself in time to the music down the table. Now and then I would bend over, or lay down and stretch my legs wide, giving everyone a good view.
The next time I passed by the CEOs, Grixull grabbed my ankle.
“Enough,” he said. He stood and slid a finger slowly over the sheer fabric covering my pussy, making me shiver.
“Take this off. It’s time to finalize the deal.”
I slid the thong off, now wearing nothing but silver chains around my breasts and hips.
“Lie down,” Zhaff said.
I lay down on my back between the two CEOs.
“I, Grixull, CEO of Juna Industries, invite Zhaff to partake of this woman with me.”
“I, Zhaff, CEO of Meridian Corporation, accept Grixull’s invitation. Like our seed merges inside this woman, let our companies merge as well.”
Woah, goblins were intense. Was my body a binding legal contract? I liked that idea.
Zhaff leaned down and began sucking on my neck, making me moan.
Grixull ran his hand from my ankle, to my thigh, over my hip, my quivering belly, until he reached my breast. He kneaded the large, soft mound, taking his time.
My breast was bigger than his head, and he seemed to relish the bounty.
I squirmed with need. Finally he bent his head to take my nipple into his mouth, giving a hard suck.
Zhaff claimed my other breast, rolling the nipple with his tongue, letting his tongue piercing caress it.
My pussy was dripping, aching. I spread my legs, allowing the other goblins at the table a view of my flushed cunt.
Grixull reached his hand between my legs.
He slid two fingers between my folds, up and down, and then played with my clit.
My hips bucked. The goblin stopped touching me long enough to climb onto the table.
He knelt between my legs and I felt his warm tongue lavish my clit.
Zhaff tended my breasts with hands and mouth as Grixull licked my clit, his arms around my thighs, licking and licking and licking the inflamed sensitive nub until–
My hips rose off the table as I climaxed.
Grixull stood up, wiping his grinning mouth.
He shrugged out of his vest, pulled off his trousers and drawers.
He stood between my thighs with one of the most massive goblin cocks I had ever seen.
Twelve inches of green, veined flesh. The foreskin was pulled back just enough to expose the weeping head.
He knelt between my thighs again, and my whole body shivered in anticipation.
He bent over me, weight resting on his forearms. His head only came up to my solar plexus.
With a hand, he guided his cock to my entrance.
And thrust inside of me.
He fucked me hard and fast, my breasts jiggling. I cried out loudly and repeatedly.
I thought Grixull couldn’t last long–he was so hard, so engorged, grunting avidly.
But he pulled out before coming. What had happened to the seed mixing inside me?
The goblin moved aside, wiping sweat off his brow, as a now-naked Zhaff took his place.
Zhaff’s cock was thick and meaty, pierced at the tip with a barbell.
He thrust inside of me, but didn’t go as fast as Grixull.
He moved slowly, as he often did at first, letting me feel that piercing moving along my channel.
He rolled his hips, putting pressure on my clit.
And then Zhaff pulled out without coming. What was going on here?
“On your knees, sweetheart,” Zhaff said.
I rose, feeling shaky from orgasm and need. Grixull moved behind me, and thrust into my wet pussy. I moaned. He reached around and grabbed my breasts. And then he stopped moving. Zhaff pressed up against me from the front. I felt his hand moving his cockhead over my pussy.
And then he pushed inside of me.
I had done many many sexual acts in my time.
But I had never had two cocks in a single hole.
And now I had two goblins, both with their erections stuffed into my pussy.
You might think it wouldn’t be a big deal since an ogre is so much bigger than a goblin, but goblin dicks are not proportionate to their height.
They’re only slightly smaller than ogre dicks.
It was a tight fit, is what I’m trying to say.
Ah, so this was a goblin merger. I understood now.
Zhaff and Grixull each began thrusting, but opposite from each other, so that one cock was going in while the other was going out. It was an odd and wonderful sensation. I gasped and panted as they worked my channel.
And then the two goblins thrust in sync, two cocks filling me to the hilt. A whining, needy sound came from me, high-pitched and desperate. At first they didn’t go very fast, stretching me and finding their rhythm.
The other goblins began pounding the table in rhythm to the thrusts.
The table vibrated from their fists. Zhaff’s lithe body pressed against my belly as he shoved his cock inside of me.
Grixull’s sweaty skin slid against my back and ass as he thrust. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of my breasts.
How must it feel to the two goblins, having their cocks pressed against each other?
The thought just made me wetter, the idea of those touching each other even as they filled me.
The pounding gradually sped up, and the fucking sped up. As the noise surrounded me, as I was sandwiched between two grunting bodies, I felt part of something bigger than myself. This wasn’t the signing of a contract. This was a ritual, as old as time.
Faster and faster, the cocks moving in and out of me. Faster and faster, the drumbeat, the fists on the table.
Faster and faster–
I came, like a volcano erupting, clenching around the two cocks, and I knew I was squirting.
Zhaff and Grixull both plunged deep inside me and stayed there, their arms and hands clutching me.
The noise of pounding broke apart and died down.
I felt hot liquid dripping down my thighs–Zhaff’s, Grixull’s, my own. A merger, indeed.
The two CEOs released me. I sat back, huffing, dripping onto the table. The goblins flung themselves bonelessly into chairs.
“Your turn, boys,” Zhaff said.
And two more goblins climbed onto the table.