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The Elven Empire had fallen. The Great Goblin King had industrialised his people, and swept away the ridiculous little Elven state, and subjugated its voluptuous and beautiful women into the place his scientists had factually demonstrated they belonged - Underneath throbbing goblin dicks, with their eyes crossed and tongues out! The Goblin King had invited the Empress for peace talks, and quite easily reduced her to a mindless bimbo fuckpuppet, who freely signed over her whole kingdom.

The Elven Heaven-Queen Illuriel heard about the terrible fate that had been visited on her people, and was appalled. Of course, being up in heaven, news reached her slowly. By the time she knew, it was too late! She wept bitter tears to hear her people had fallen. However, she was unaware of exactly how awful it was.

The Goddess assumed it was just war, not some kind of sick sexual genocide. Conveniently, as her guard would be down regarding the High King's intentions towards her.

The Goddess could not sit idle - Deities were not meant to intervene in mortal affairs, but this wicked Goblin King had violated all laws of right! She had to put a stop to him, and so the mother Goddess marshalled her heavenly forces, and sent them streaming down to the earthly plane. The war was hard and violent, the advanced goblin tech allowing them to kill heavenly warriors, although those warriors killed many in return! A much more serious conflict.

When the Goddess attacked them, the Goblins put in a good war against them. Although there was surprise amongst them when the Heavenly warriors managed to actually fight back properly. They looked just like the other filthy Elves, but instead of easily falling to Goblin weaponry, they actually managed to cause enough damage that there had to be a ceasefire called, much to the King's anger.

The Elven angel warriors were much like elves, but were incredibly powerful. Apparently the very strongest of them were completely immortal, but they were still forced to flee the battlefield to evade capture. Unfortunately the heavenly army was strong- Although previously it had decimated civilisations instantly, the goblins were now a firm match for them.

After a month, negotiations were opened. It was decided that the High King would come to the realm of the gods, already an honour, and could bring an embassy of his finest goblin treasures to show the gods. Negotiations about peace would take place in the Elf-Goddesses palace, on equal footing- A humiliation for the Goddess. #

When the King received notice that the negotiations would be within her realm, an area that most creatures, especially Goblins, were never allowed to enter normally, despite this being seen as a high honour, it just made the Goblin sick. This Goddess should be grovelling at his feet. And instead he had to go to her palace instead.

And so, the Goblin King arrived at the doors of the heavenly palace. He marched up towards it, having abandoned his personal Elven steed (and meal) at the entrance to this Heavenly realm, he had a heavy bag, made from the skin of various executed prisoners, filled with Goblin jewellery and crafts, while he himself wore the most expensive royal jewels and chains from his ugly little green body. The doors were opened by some frowning guards... And he made his way into the grand reception hall.

The King's lone approach was surprising to the guards and the Goddess- He was just that confident of his own strength and capability. Obviously he'd be able to annihilate these idiotic bimbos if he chose to, whether by strength of mind or fist- Although more likely both, combined with highly advanced goblin technology.

He ignored the scowl of the Guards, glaring at the attendants as he passed by them, spitting at them with hatred when they got too close. Before he eventually stood before the Goddess.

Seated upon a throne of glass and jewels, the elven goddess looked down at him imperiously. "... Greetings, Goblin King." She waved a hand languidly. "... I am glad you decided to come." The room was dazzling platinum and jewels, with huge windows showing off the cloudy landscape around them, with hints of the rest of the world down below. The castle had a few attendants but was relatively sparsely populated.

While furious, he was smart enough not to show it too much when confronting her and instead bowed, his eyes focusing on hers the whole time, "Of course. How could we refuse such a generous offer to enter into your Realm. The beauty of it is only matched by your own." He said, laying on the compliment, not sounding completely sincere as he straitened himself, "I only wish you would have accepted my offer to my Camp. This palace may be beautiful, but Goblin craftsmanship elevates us to hights that have yet to be seen. Here are proof of that fact."

He dug into the bag and stepped towards her, presenting her with fine rings and necklaces, each carefully created from expensive platinum an gold, gems implanted in each of them.

The Goddess' nose twitched when he didn't look at the floor but instead held her gaze, which she responded to by gazing back especially imperiously. A tinkling laugh passed her cherry red lips, standing out in contrast to her otherwise ghostly pale face "Ahahaha~ You're generous, Goblin King." Her brow knitted at his backhanded compliment, and she audibly scoffed- "I see... Well, forgive my incredulity, but this is divine craftsmanship. Us Elves are the finest creators of all things. The best architecture, clothes, inventions, customs- Everything we do is perfect here. Beyond improvement!"

Chuckling cheerfully, she- She stopped. She wasn't laughing anymore. Oh dear. Her hand was holding this ring, quivering slightly, the light glowing over her face from the ring- This one little band of gold reflected all the dazzling beams of the throne room far more elegantly than anything she had. "Ahem- Perhaps... Well! Well. We never tried hard at making rings. These are very good-" She spoke through gritted teeth. "Thank you, High King." The Goddess couldn't resist slipping every one of the rings onto her pretty fingers, and then gently placing the necklace on. All of them goblin-green emeralds, now glowing on her body.

The Goblin looked amused as she realised just how perfect the rings are, and he knew he had to finish it off with another insult as he shrugged, "Oh really? It's pretty basic. I'd love for you to eventually show me the crafting method you people use. I'm sure it will be entertaining." The way he spoke made it even sound that saying "You people" was a harsh insult, looking down at the Elven creatures around him.

"Basic? Well! Ahem- It's most certainly a breach of conduct to offer only a 'basic' gift to a host, Goblin King. But your kind wouldn't understand, I sympathise. It's forgotten." The King just ignored her and kept speaking.

"I hope we may speak openly and truly correct whatever divide you believe we may have. It would be a shame if we could not work together. I have already shown that through companionship with the Elven people, I have managed to develop extraordinary technologies and leaps for our people."

"Naturally, naturally. There are important matters to discuss openly. Perhaps you should like to see your accommodation first? I assure you you will be shocked at its opulence and majesty. We have..." Again, gritted teeth- "Only the best for an esteemed visitor such as yourself. We have various gifts for you in your room, including Elven style dress." The Goddess smirked, so pleased she was going to get the goblin king into elven dress.

"Fine. I'd love to see what you consider to be majestic. And fine clothing? How interesting." He said, barely even sounding like he could pretend to be interested in their offerings, but he still turned and left them Goddess following that insult and walked behind the guide assigned to him. He glared at guards and attendants who watched him, snarling at them to cause most to back away. His vile musk being all he left behind. Assaulting them with the stench of a truly superior Goblin.

They did all back away... And then sniffed the air, leaving them in heat. Every woman he walked past and glared at started ovulating- Before coming he'd had implants to make him ten times more pheromonal than he was before, to counter the resistance of these goddesses and demigoddesses surrounding him. He could tell that his increased pheromones due to the implant was working perfectly, seeing the reactions of the Elves he passed by, they were as pathetic as the ones he'd killed before, it was satisfying to know. These pheromones he had now would probably actually kill a lesser elf- Their brains would just shortcircuit, and they'd squirt themselves to death in a spasmodic fit from the sheer power of his presence.

“I can’t wait to see how impressed you are.” She waved a hand dismissively... Whilst wearing the goblin-green glowing gems, blushing a little as she remembered she was still wearing them. She put it from her mind, and leaned back in her throne, letting him go off on his own with some vague instructions from the guards to his room.

When he reached his room, he threw the door open. The room was better than he had expected, they managed to have a bed. But other than that, it was pathetic. The walls had various battles etched into them, showing a triumphant Goddess. A pathetic joke to him, they all looked as if a child had drawn them, the bed was worse, while it was expensive material to an Elf, the sheets felt like sandpaper to a true Goblin. But his eyes soon landed on the clothes on offer and he was furious. He picked up the robe, it was dark purple, apparently a Royal colour, but it felt awful. He wore the finest Goblin clothing, even a sack would feel better than the Elven craftspeople's best work. But he played along for now. Grabbing his own clothes and stripping off, replacing it with the robes, tearing and twisting them into a loincloth, barely covering his mighty cock. The robes were now being soaked in his sweat and sex, enhancing the filth as he stormed back to the great hall.

When he returned in the frankly scratchy, patchily dyed purple fabric, all twisted into a loincloth, the court audibly gasped, the Goddess covering her mouth in shock- "Oh~! That is not how you wear our garments. Oh dear." They all laughed a little at his 'silliness.' Of course really, they were the retards.

"There. I have your offering on. Poorly made though, I'm sure you're interested in what true Goblin weavers can correct for you. Every Elf yet loves our work.”

"P-Poorly?! I- Yes, of course, ahem- A terrible accident. Someone will be reprimanded for this. Well, whatever." The Goddess was clearly shaken- She had personally selected it, and they had spent months making it. How was this possible? Surely the man was just a total barbarian? "Ahem- That-"

He just laughed in response to her comment. "Considering how poorly made it was, I believe it only made sense for it to be used as a loincloth. I'm sure this was just an accident that I received such a poor quality piece of clothing." He said calmly, throwing his bag down and searching through it.

"Yes, you do have it on, anyway. I am..." She rolled her eyes and waved a dismissive hand. "Yess... If I must, let's see whatever scraps you brought, High King."

"But don't worry, I made sure we packed only our finest clothes." He eventually produced them, it was a mini skirt, bright pink in colour and would barely cover her ass. He then also pulled out a crop top, it was white with gold writing on the front spelling "Goblin Owned". They were both exquisite quality, feeling incredibly soft and comfortable. Well above the scraps of cloth they'd given him.

"Don't mind the writing. It simply refers to the top being Goblin owned. I'm sure you'd never be owned by us." He explained, with it even sounding like an insult, as if she wasn't good enough to be owned by them.

She watched, trying to look as steely as before, but she was clearly shaken. A little pink rose to her cheeks to see the tiny miniskirt, followed by the crop top that would suck to her underboob and expose a healthy amount of cleavage, just about hiding her areolae. "Goblin owned?! I- How very da-" The Goddess actually went quiet as he just spoke over her, and she coughed demurely. "I see. Obviously. I certainly would not be."

He laughed as she started to argue about the writing, before easily shutting her down. Refusing to even allow her an opportunity to complain, he had no interest in whatever she had to say, so why would he pretend like it was otherwise?

"Now please. Go try them on. Then we can talk more openly about coming to an agreement together. Correct?" He explained, waving her off, talking down to her even while she was the ruler of the palace.

The divine being rose from her seat, and beckoned him to give her the clothes. He casually dropped them at her feet, making her wrinkle her nose in frustration and disgust. "Now, leave whilst I change."

The King was annoyed at this, and said to her, "Proper Goblin customs have the host changing before their guest in order to prove they are being completely open and honest. But it seems like you'd prefer to be both a poor host and someone who can't be trusted." He explained, even her wish for privacy was being used as proof she wasn't up to his standards, but he did leave. Letting her change before he walked back in, clearly amused at how embarrassed she was.

"They do? How- How-" The Goddess bit her bottom lip, disgusted at the custom. Such an annoyance to have this stinking green fellow with his awful habits, that she had to at least respect in some way. At least she hadn't ended up on the terms poor Empress Aurelia had. "Well, I didn't know-" She wondered why she was admitting fault, and coughed. "I require privacy. Leave, please."

When the King came back in, he would find the Goddess sitting on her throne with her legs TIGHTLY crossed, all of her heavenly legs on show, but hiding her snatch. Her midriff was perfectly flat and toned, beyond improvement really, other than with a pregnancy bump and a belly piercing. Her arms were folded under her tits, and she seemed uncomfortable with how much skin she was showing "A-Ahem... I must congratulate you on the- Amazing fabric of these clothes. They are far too revealing, however... This is most discomforting. Anyway. Let us discuss, quickly."

"I'm glad you like them. They look perfect on you. Exactly how you should be dressed." He explained, before laughing at her complaint, "Now, please don't tell me you don't realise that revealing clothes are vital within Goblin culture? You wish to discuss with me, but insult my culture?" He questioned, twisting it again so it seemed like she was the one who needed to impress him.

When he came back in, she eyed him suspiciously. "They're vital? I... I see. Well-" The Goddess exhaled with frustration. "I mean no insult to your culture, and am happy to comply with goblin norms." She meant in regards to clothing, but she'd regret even letting that idea enter her head. Or rather, she wouldn't regret- She'd come to love it!

"But yes. Let us talk. I don't believe it will be quick though. Since you're unwilling to meet within my Camp, I will need to stay here for a while to properly see how you act and know if you're someone who is worthy of being our ally. No problems with that, right?" He questioned, watching her with a cruel grin, confident that he would eventually break her, he just had to get his way in first

"It will not be quick? I... You are quite correct, yes. If we are to have cooperation, we must have trust. Very well." The Goddess saw the sense of his words, and leaned back in her throne further. "So you wish to leave formal negotiations for later, in that case? On the agreement our polities will work towards alliance and cooperation..? If that is the case, then perhaps we had best find other things to occupy time. I had not prepared any entertainments or activities for you, not having expected this..."

He laughed at her as he stepped towards her, "I'm sorry, what was that? You haven't even bothered to do something as basic as plan for entertaining guests? I'm honestly shocked, I'd expect much better out of a so called Goddess." He said, shaking his head, looking disappointed in her failure.

"Well- You see!" The Goddess stammered helplessly in and outrage, fidgeting her hands as she received a dressing down from her foe which she knew, in her heart of hearts, was quite justified. She was a Goddess, and she hadn't foreseen this?? That just proved how little she understood goblin culture. They were so different! Perhaps that lack of understanding was why they couldn't win...

"Well I'm happy to help explain to you how to properly entertain a guest. First you should give me a tour of your castle and when I see something that will help occupy my time. I will tell you." He stated with a confident tone, taking charge of this conversation.

"Now come on. Let's go." He said, with it sounding like an order, would this disgusting Goblin really risk ordering a Goddess around?

"You- Well! I know that already, High King. Yes, let's go." She stood up suddenly, and clicked her tongue disapprovingly. She waved off her guards and strutted confidently after him, wiggling her ass a little without meaning to. She never normally walked like that! The Goddess accepted his order. Of course as far as she was concerned she was merely agreeing with his suggestion…

"Good girl. I'm glad you agree with me." He shot back at the Goddess as she walked after him, talking down to her so easily and casually.

"A-Ahem. Well naturally I'd agree with such a good idea. Elves always pick up on good ideas, even from a very young age."

He immediately began walking off down a hallway, waving her to follow him, as they walked together, he would regularly add in subtle insults about both the Goddess and the Elves, with it including "I don't blame you for forgetting to entertain me. You're just an Elf. They can struggle with using their brain sometimes." And immediately shifted the topic on.

"I will reassure you, High King, that us Elves are of far higher brain function than goblins. I might remind you that you struggle with basic hygiene." She sneered at him. "I insist that you wash."

The Goddess was about to deliver some more sly invective against the goblin race, before he stopped her right in his tracks with his comeback, leaving her stammering with shame. "O-Oh! Well! You see!" It was obvious she was fucking dumb for falling into such a basic trap. "It's- Ugh, whatever. You simply wouldn't understand our higher philosophies." Tutting, she walked on.

"If you Elves are so smart, why couldn't you win against us? Seems odd that a Goddess and her holy knights barely managed to have a draw against creatures they consider so far beneath them." He pointed out, grinning in clear amusement

Eventually they stood by a large lake that was near the palace, it was a Holy site, the water was incredibly pure with supposedly divine properties many of her Elven guards and attendants offered thanks to it, not daring to step into the water, some even there now, staring in shock at what the Goddess was wearing and the creature she was with.

"Now this looks good. Why didn't you tell me about here?" He questioned the Goddess, already walking towards the lake, pulling off his loincloth without even trying to cover the fact, exposing his unbelievable monster cock, hanging between his legs, twitching angrily, before he grabbed something from his bag and pulled on a pair of old swimming trunks, looking back at the Goddess, "Come on. Let's go. Now."

The Goddess continued walking him along, waving away all the guards as they went, not wanting to be seen in such scandalous clothes with such abominable company. "This?! This is my holy lake. And- I- Eugh- That-" Her eyes were transfixed on his pulsing penis, then forced into the tiny swimming trunks, the root and tip still obviously visible. "For a start I have no bathing costume! And- And second, this lake is holy! I cannot abide by this..."

As he got changed into his trunks, his cock hanging out, he scratched at his crotch, looking at her and laughed at her clearly staring at his cock, "Well you were the one who said I should wash. The lake is here and would work perfectly, don't you think? Maybe the holy water will help even more in destroying whatever grime and muck I arrived with." He suggested, rolling his eyes at her complaining about the fact she had no costume.

"H-Hm? Well I did say that!! But-" He was easily using every word against her, thanks to his vast intellect, and her Elven stupidity "Well it would, but that wouldn't be right! You see-"

The Goblin could only laugh at how absolutely retarded this Elf was, the exact same as every other one he'd came up against, it was almost embarrassing how easy this was for him to use their pathetic arguments against them.

He again looked into his bag and eventually produced a pair of bikini clothes, they were bright pink and incredibly skimpy, the top was just tiny triangles, held together by cloth so thing that it seemed like it could snap at any moment, and the bottoms would barely even manage to cover a woman's pussy, this was basically a step away from being naked.

"Here you are. Our finest bikinis. All of our esteemed guests wear a version of these." Which was true, before they ended up being completely broken into cock obsessed slaves, "While I am a guest here, I believe it is still fitting to offer it to you." He said, handing them to her.

She blabbered on as he dug through his bag, before gasping affrontedly as he threw the tiny pink bikini to her- "I-I couldn't wear this! You- To the contrary! It is not fitting, it..."

The Goddess then remembered she'd agreed to wear goblin clothes.

"... If it is one of your customs, then I shall pay it due respect of course. Turn around!" Being dumb as rocks, the Goddess also turned around, expecting him to do the same. So he got to watch her frustratedly wiggling her peach-ass out of her brand new goblin-made bootyshorts, and removing her old ugly plain white panties. Then her crop top and bra came off, leaving her butt naked. She tossed back her glorious hair, and then pulled the bottoms on, the string sucking into her ass, disappearing between her cheeks, whilst the band looped over her hips, and demurely concealed her pussy lips and nothing else. Her artistically shaped crotch fuzz was on display. The bra SNAPPED on, and she turned around, arms folded grumpily. "Ahem. Well, whatever."

He watched as she turned around, rolling his eyes in amusement as he realised she really expected him to listen to this inferior cunt. He was amused by what he saw, her ass wiggling as she changed her clothes, with her soon turning around and revealing that basically nothing was being left to the imagination now, he shrugged as she folded her arms, "What are you being so bitchy for? You're pretty basic looking anyway. Trust me, no Goblin would be interested in you." He said, casually revealing that the literal Goddess before him doesn't even come close to his standards, a cruel grin on his face as he entered into the lake

Like all Elves, of course, the Goddess was comically pliable and braindead- Less than the others, but still no match for his... Slightly above average intellect. It's not like he was all that impressive. They were just pond feeding amoeba. Her ass jiggled satisfyingly as the cheeks bounced out her tight bootyshorts, whilst he just watched, admiring her perfect white and peachy globes- Although they could, of course, be bigger and better. "Oh, really? Well... ... Good!" The Goddess coughed, a little disgusted, and highly insulted by his intimation he didn’t find her up to beauty standard.

He didn't listen to any more complaining and walked into the lake, swimming through it. On some level, the Goddess could feel the holiness of this lake being ruined, as if being corrupted just by the contact with this vile creature.

Seeing he was going in anyway, she hissed out a permission. "On this occasion I will graciously allow you to enter my sacred lake, to cleanse your manifest impurities. Now go on."

She quivered with disgust as he entered, and delicately entered her lake "... Must I really wear this garment, High King..?"

"Yes. You must wear that bikini. You're the idiot who forgot to bring some with you. And considering you had me wear that disgusting cloth earlier. I think you should appreciate the higher quality of clothes I've offered you." He pointed out. He then moved towards her, "And you should appreciate this opportunity anyway. They help show off some of your better features. You should be thanking me." He pointed out.

"... Hmph. Well, fine. I suppose." The Goddess reluctantly acquiesced, glossing over the fact he called her an idiot as she waded into the lake in the miniscule bright pink bikini, her hard nipples and cameltoe on show, making her pretty much completely naked.

He swam past her, noticeably groping her tits as he did, barely even disguising it as an accident. She blinked in surprise as he groped her tits, but didn't know what to make of it and said nothing. "Well I appreciate the opportunity to swim." She pouted, and waded in, beginning to swim, letting her perfect creamy legs propel her through the water

"But it does remind me of the main thing that impressed me about Elves. Their bodies are very useful." He laughed, "I've even seen some being able to use their asshole to give them an advantage. One carried extra weapons sticking out of her ass. And another even used her ass as like a hidden pocket to hold her valuables." He said, describe such vile humiliating acts as if they were impressive, "Honestly they were some of the smarter Elves I met. Managing to even scrape at a Goblin's intelligence, obviously they had to stretch their asshole out. But it's amazing. Isn't it? What your people can do." He said, grinning in perverted joy

He was now behind her, she could feel him groping at her ass, moving away before she could truly catch him in the act. The High King made no effort to hide that he was checking her out, she could feel his eyes on her, taking in the basically naked Goddess.

"Hm? Well yes of course, Elves are useful in all sorts of ways! I- Well, useful? Capable." The Goddess scoffed as he heard him talk- He was praising elves! Time to capitalise on this advantage. "Well of course! Elves are brilliant at everything. We have the stretchiest assholes of any race- And we're still just as intelligent as goblins, without a doubt. I'm glad you acknowledge we're amazing. Hmph~ I bet you've seen so many other things we're amazing at! Goblins just seem to be good at... Hmph- Well I suppose you're alright at waging war, and are fairly intelligent." She wasn't even claiming to be more intelligent already. The Goddess was desperate to boast about anything. She was also trying to be a little more friendly - After all, didn’t someone have to be the grown up and start building bridges for these negotiations?

When she bragged about the Elves having stretching assholes, he just laughed at her, "Well you'll need to show me then." He said, again it sounding like an order as he swam through the lake, not even responding to her.

The Goddess obviously had no idea about whether Elves really did or not, to her subsequent embarrassment. She just said it to sound good! Whoops. She blushed. "Ahem! I don't need to. It's well known."

Eventually they got out when an attendant arrived to inform the Goddess the feast was soon beginning, with her being noticeably shocked out how the Goddess was dressed and that the dirty Goblin was with her. But she didn't say anything as she ran off. But the little attendant could tell that there were going to be some big changes at the Divine court now the Goblin King was here for negotiations.

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When the jiggling, haughty Goddess and the ugly Goblin King swam out of the increasingly soiled holy lake, the King revealed that he had no way to dry them off, so when the Goddess got back into her already slutty clothes, she'd also now have the shirt clinging to her skin, not even hiding her tits. The Goblin got dressed in his loincloth, with it stuck to his cock, showing the full length and girth.

The Goddess turned to the goblin and her brow furrowed with a degree of annoyance as he informed her. "What? You didn't pla-" And then she remembered she was meant to have planned things, and went silent. "Turn around!" She also spun around, and then just stripped naked in front of him, changing back into her panties and bootyshorts, as well as the small crop top. Her tits were totally visible through the white fabric.

When at the main court, many Elves were already present, excited to see their Goddess. Only to turn pale as a Goblin walked out with her. The Goddess opened her mouth to introduce him, but he cut across her- She glared, and he ignored her, continuing to speak. "Greetings! I'm sure many of you aren't familiar with me. I am the Goblin King who managed to hold off on the Goddess's surprise attack and graciously allowed them to retreat. I have arrived to negotiate." He reached into his bag, "And to show my good will, enjoy these treats." He threw out fabulous gems and jewellery, each of perfect quality, made through working countless elves to death. He walked around the table, his hands easily wandering to grope the Elves, "They look lovely don't they? Fine Goblin craft. Along with these.' He pulled the bright pink cloths from his bag as well and offered it out, standing on the table now, his musk on full display to a room of pathetic Elven cunts, "Now. I'm sure we're all friends now, aren't we Pets?" He questioned, teasing them as he appointed himself above them,

The Elves seemed very apprehensive... Until he threw out gems, and there were little yelps of thanks and a few clamouring cries of excitement- All whilst the Goddess watched the goblin almost winning over her court. Most girls wriggled out of his way as he groped them, a few objected- But a small handful just giggled as he took a handful of their tits whilst they slipped on the beautiful rings and bangles he was throwing out, all marked with goblin symbols of ownership. The clothes were all taken by eager Elven hands, and there was a sort of awkward mumble, but overall the room in the mood was "Yes, we're friends now!" They all looked up at him with their doe eyes. He laughed as he watched the elves climb over each other to grab the jewellery, they were all so fucking pathetic, just like every other Elf he'd crushed beneath his feet.

The Elven heavenly courtiers, many of them warriors, but lots other kinds of dignitaries, merely saw themselves as being polite by eagerly accepting the gifts! Although deep down, they all loved the glittering shine of the gems and the precious metals which he threw out, their eager hands clasping everything he distributed, and reverently donning them without a second thought.

When he went around casually and subtly groping them, he spent extra time on the ones who didn't wiggle out, digging his claw in, slightly breaking the skin, even giving them special jewellery, platinum chains with diamonds hanging from them, "Since you're such a good little Elf you get more." He said, with the chain looking even higher quality than anything he'd thrown out. Those who accepted his gifts gave him bright welcoming smiles, asking him stupid questions which he ignored, or thanking him, which presumably got them rewarded even more! The receptive girls immediately became an object of total fascination and envy, as they were quickly clad in almost glowing platinum and diamonds, whereas the other girls had mere base metal gold, and ugly pebbles like rubies and sapphires and emeralds.

The Goddess clicked her fingers in annoyance- "N-Now! That's enough of that. Thank you High King. Please take your seat." The Goddess sat at the head of the table, and placed the High King between two ladies. On his left, was a small blonde thing, with a quite young face, and a glowing smile- She looked like she could be the Goddess' daughter. She had slightly itty-bitty tits, but a lovely peach supporting her on the chair. To his right was a redhead, very MILFy, with a thick 100cm rack, and a devious look in her eye- She seemed most eager to take the jewels, but objected to his gropes... At first. "I'm Elya! Nice to meet you, High King! I'm the Queen's handmaiden-" Elya bobbed her head with a happy smile at him. The MILF extended a languid hand for him to kiss- "I am the Holy Princess Saskia... The most Senior Elven Goddess. Ahem. Other than our High Goddess of course." The main Goddess was glad to just get the king away from her, and was embarrassedly whispering about these awful clothes to a purple haired girl near her, shooting side eyes at the king occasionally.

The King looked between the two Elves he was now sat with, grinning as he noticed they both were more than happy to take the jewellery, they were as retarded as any other filthy Elf. He first greeted Elya, but clearly appeared uninterested in her due to her pathetic little 'tits', just making her look uglier than the rest, I'm fact she was the only Elf he didn't attempt to grope, why attempt to when nothing was there? "Right. I'm sure you have some stories about her. Don't you? Seems like a real uptight bitch." He laughed loudly as he openly insulted the Goddess.

Elya seemed a little surprised that she didn’t get groped, or any gifts! She still greeted him smilingly though, and said nothing, telling herself she was sorry not to receive the gifts, but glad not to be groped. Really she was sorry to miss both! After watching the attention given to Saskia, she started to wish she had been groped. “Oh, haha, well of course I do! Uhm-” She blushed to hear him insult her. “She’s a lady of distinction.” In her mind she was being discreet, but really it just sounded like Elya was subtly agreeing with him.

He then turned his attention to the MILF, seeing her hand out pissed him off, she should be kissing his feet, but he played along for now. He held it and kissed the back of her hand, tasting her flesh, imaging how well she'd taste when cooked, "You're not the most Senior Elf? I'm shocked, especially considering how much more impressive you are." He said, staring at her tits, which was obviously what he was referring to, "In Goblin culture you'd be seen as one of the highest Elves, most favoured by every Goblin." He explained, leaving out the fact she would be just a slave to eventually be cooked. He could tell she was bitter against the Goddess and preyed on it. "I believe this place would be a lot better if it worked with my people. With a more suitable Elf on the throne. But I'm sure you wouldn't agree. It's basically treason." He whispered to her, playing to her titanic ego.

Saskia smirked with amusement as he kissed her hand, giving a satisfied nod. All the other girls were in awe of her, as they had been in awe of him! They were all sex starved, so a confident male figure stunned them all senseless- Especially one so musky, brash, and richly endowed with both girth and gold! “Ahaha~ Oh, you’re too kind, High King.” Her ears pricked up and eyes narrowed. “Oh really High King? Is that the case? Why…” Saskia laughed a tinkling, comically suspicious sounding laugh. “That’s so interesting! It’s especially interesting to me, of course, since I…” She let him speak, and gave agreeing nods the whole time. “Oh, I simply couldn’t agree more! I wasn’t against the war, you know? Lots of us were! Well- I think what you did was perfectly acceptable within the rules of war.” Saskia was really admitting the violent sexual genocide of her people was fine, if it got her a powerful ally! She gave him a girlish giggle when he mentioned treason. “High King, please do come to my chambers after dinner~ What a curious idea you have there! That wouldn’t ever happen.”

"I'm sure you were against it. I've been told that only the clever Elves were against it. Meeting that Goddess is a formality. She's so pathetic, isn't she? Complaining over her useless warriors. If you ask any of them, they were loving their final moments." He said, grinning as she requested him to go to her room after dinner. "I'd be glad to. I'm sure we'll have a thrilling discussion about something that should never happen. And you will even get the opportunity to show what exactly makes you more impressive than that Goddess. And who knows? With some training, a certain annoying little Goddess could end up being a very loyal servant." He added, again leaving out she'd be owned by the Goblins, wanting to trick this retarded Elf into believing she'd get everything she wanted, when in reality she'd just be another slave.

Saskia nodded in her self satisfied way. “Oh, yes, absolutely- Not many people here are clever, but the group of us intelligent Elves are very eager to work with you, if you understand, High King?” Elya was clearly listening to all this, looking a little bit bemused. Saskia laughed at his comment. “Oh~! Hahaha. Pathetic is… Of course, not what I could possibly say! I’m sure those girls did enjoy it though, hah~” She chuckled coyly. “Something that will never, ever happen, High King! Oh, i will? You’re too generous!” Saskia giggled again, clearly being deliberately girlish for him, and gave more excited nods of her head. She was obviously a natural bimbo slave- He’d probably have her as a mount within a few days if he wanted.

"It is so good to learn that there are some Elves willing to actually be intelligent. I'd love to meet them. So I can make sure they fully understand the value in working with me." He could see how easy it was to get this retarded Elf under his control, she was so obsessed with getting power, she wouldn't even realise it when she is just being used as his personal stress toy, "Good girl. I'm excited to see just what you can offer me." He laughed.

Saskia beamed, leaning in eagerly, agreeing with everything he said no matter what. "Oh you certainly shall, High King~! I'm sure you could impress it upon us all strongly." She giggled again when he called her a good girl, and gave him very flirty eyes- "Ahaha~ You're too kind Sir~"

Elya could tell he wasn’t interested in her, and she was super frustrated! Why wasn’t she interesting? The pouting cutie waited for her moment to get involved, and try to earn this King’s favour. It’s what the Goddess would want, right? For them to get along?

Elya then shyly addressed the High King. “Uhm, High King- I was wondering if you could tell me about goblin fashions? I’m very curious!” She was obviously desperate to at least get her own jewellery, hating to be excluded. He turned to her, clearly frustrated that a flat chested elf had dared speak to him. She was so far beneath his notice that even if she was gagging on his cock, he'd still be more interested in talking to the MILF beside him, or more accurately appreciating her tits. But he calmed down enough as he could tell just how desperate she was to be included, "Well, Goblin fashion is very advanced, well beyond anything Elves have discovered. That outfit the Goddess has on is one such example. Goblins appreciate skin being shown off. And with Elven women, large tits and asses show they're more desirable to a Goblin." He explained, not too subtly, that she wasn't desirable at all.

"Honestly, one like you would be seen very poorly, Goblins would just see you as something to ignore and avoid. But as King. And due to this being a diplomatic mission, I am required to be kinder to you, so I will even give you a little tip on how to fix yourself. Remember how I said Goblins like impressive bodies? Improve your own and then you'll earn my people's respect and more importantly, some jewels." He pocketed the one he had already taken out before handing her a much smaller gem instead, a small taste of what she could get through appeasing him.

Elya's head tilted up and her hands opened to eagerly receive the chain, which she donned, and quivered with pleasure as he scratched her head. "Oh you are?? I'm so glad High King! Hehe~" She giggled, delighted "Oh really? How can I improve my body for you High King? Since you're our guest!" She obeyed his command, going cross eyed from pleasure as he groped her "Th-Thank you for squeezing my ass High KinggGGggG~~"

He laughed as the dumb little maid was so eager to please him, "Very simple. Your little tits. My researchers have been working hard to find a way to improve any Elf, I'd be happy to do it for you. And you'll be made into what an Elven woman should be. That's what you want, isn't it?" He questioned with a perverted grin.

"Ohh! Of course! Uhm- I'm sorry they're too small High King, haha~" THe little maid blushed sheepishly, but looked at him hopefully- Her eyes widening hopefully as he offered to fix them for her, which she nodded eagerly at the suggestion of "I would love that~! I've always felt embarrassed being so small-" She giggled. "Hehe~ Are you sure it's okay for me to? You know what I want better than I do!" She seemed impressed.

When asked if it was okay, the Goblin just laughed, "Of course it's okay. It's all your choices, isn't it? No one is forcing you to do a thing." He explained slowly, knowing her retarded little brain would struggle to keep up with him.

“I suppose you’re right! Wow- You’re so clever High King!” Elya laughed vapidly, nodding her stupid bitchslut head which probably made her walnut sized brain rattle around in her stupid little skull. “Ah, I can’t wait now! Thank you high king.” She beamed gratefully.

"And of course. Jewellery is very important." He pulled out one of the more common gold chains with a ruby dangling it before her, as if teasing a dog with a treat, "Elves that earn our favour get rewarded. Jewellery is most common, but some Elves get special treats like being able to help prepare dinner or even being offered the chance to be bred. Many of our Elven subjects would do anything for that right."

Her eyes immediately snapped to the gold, crossing stupidly to admire the ruby. An idea formed in her head, and she smiled innocently. “Oh~! So a bit like this, you mean??” Elya slid off her chair and did just as he explained! She planted her lips on his feet, kissing each toe, and then titled her head up, pulling a desperate face which just made her look super horny; “Please can I have a prize, High King? Please??” Saskia gasped in shock at being totally outdone by the aspiring little maid. So did a few other Elves, but the Goddess wasn’t watching as she had walked off to talk with a lady further down the table.

The Goblin watched completely amused as this desperate Elf followed his orders, sliding down between his legs and kissing at his feet, in response he dropped the small chain into her hands, scratching her head, "Well done. I'm very impressed with you. I'm sure you'll be able to earn a lot of respect among Goblins through improving yourself. Just remember that Goblins love Elves that improve their bodies. Now back to your seat." He sounded almost kind to her, helping her back up onto her seat, now noticing her round ass, he squeezed it, finally groping her, rewarding her more for her obedience, "It seems like the pair of you are very good at accommodating your new guest. I am very impressed with you both." He said, giving them praise only when they amused him.

Saskia purred with amusement "Well of course! Us good Elves always know how to treat a guest." "We're at your disposal, High King!" "Oh, certainly~" Saskia affirmed the excitable babbling of Elya.

He just got excited as they both affirmed their commitment to being used by him, his cock growing hard in response, these Elves were so fucking pathetic.

He looked around. The hall was all abuzz with the new gifts, some Elves delighted, others perturbed - No one was more distressed than the Goddess however, hearing quite clearly this treasonous talk against her, yet not feeling able to do anything about it, while watching brave angel’s fawning over jewels and slutty silks! She flushed to the tips of her ears with shame. While the Elves were taking part in their feast of Elven delicacies, the Goblin instead pulled out a well wrapped package, dropping it on his plate and folding it out, exposing the perfectly cooked meat of a Slaves tit, it was giant, larger than even Saskia as he cut into it, the juices and fat spilling out of it as the smell drifted through the room.

Whilst Elya begged between his legs, under the table, Saskia smirked. “Oh, how tasteful! Is that Elf meat? I commend your culinary choices, High King~ We never knew we were so tasty till the goblins arrived!” Saskia gave another mirthful laugh, and continued to eat her own luxurious dinner. All these Elven women ate far too much. The only thing Elven women should eat were slimming salad leaves and the scraps of their own flesh as a treat! “Tell me about goblin diets, High King! How do your people eat?

He looked disgusted at the food they were eating, the only thing that would do for them is get them fat anyway, when he had them under his command a few days of starving should get them back to a suitable weight. When asked about his diet, he laughed, "Well our primary food is Elf meat, many of our slaves love the idea of being food and we're happy to accept that request. Here, try some. The best meat is always the ass and tits, they're nice and fat, cooking perfectly, but our chefs are masters of their craft, able to make the whole body delicious." He cut off a bit and set it to the side for them both to try, "Along with that we mostly eat in luxury off our slaves frequently, a dinner and a show is always a good way to improve a meal."

They both looked at the plate curiously- Obviously they were shocked at the cannibalism, but eager to please. After a brief pause, and deliberation, they thanked him, and then ate- And both squealed with pleasure. "Oh!! It's so good!!" Elya was shocked and delighted! Saskia smiled. "Many thanks for sharing High King~"

He watched as they ate, while he continued to feast on his meal, "Of course it's good. Better than any trash you Elves have offered me. It's a shame it'll be hard to get more meat while up here though. Isn't it?" He pointed out, leaving it in the air for them to both think on.

The two girls nodded in agreement, and Saskia clicked her tongue- "Mh, I suppose- Perhaps I can get you permission to import it here! I have sway over the Goddess, after all..." Elya smiled "I can try persuade her too!" The loyal maid was already entirely swayed by the pheromonal charm of the goblin king.

"Very good. I'm sure the pair of you will do a Great job of explaining the benefits of proper Goblin cuisine to the Goddess. You two are clearly the smartest Elves I've met." He laughed with a harsh edge in his throat, and finished by hacking up some throat slime onto Saskia’s face- Quite deliberately. She just smiled, and took it. She would put up with ANYTHING to get this goblins favour - The devious sorceress-princess of heaven knew he was her ticket to unseat her bitchy rival from power.

The dinner continued, and finished before too long. Saskia purred in his ear "Perhaps we should sojourn to my chambers, High King..?" Elya eagerly leaned in "Thank you for your company High King! Can I offer room service??" A literal holy angel offering to be his maid already!

As they both offered themselves to him, he stood up, "Of course. I'm sure you have some very important matters to discuss with me, don't you Pet?" He said to Saskia, pulling her to her feet, "And I'm sure you don't mind if I have this cute little maid join us." He pulled her up as well. He wrapped his arms around their waists, groping and slapping their asses, basically showing off to the rest of the court as he walked with them to Saskia's room. Saskia nodded encouragingly again, and swayed her hips a little for him as he led her out by her fat rump, showing off his almost instant domination of her to the Elven court, and inspiring surprise, jealousy, admiration. “I’m very influential, after all… The Goddess knows she has to watch out!”

Saskia laughed at being called a pet, and allowed the little green man to yank her up, tossing her hair flirtatiously as he did so- "Oh, absolutely~" The manipulative whore winked at her rival as she was marched off by the ass. "Please, let her come along!"

Elya smiled at Saskia, and eagerly leaned into the King, moaning a little as he groped up her ass in front of everyone, the two elven whores jiggling upstairs in his firm grip, their ugly robes hiking up to show off and display the fat thighs and cheeks he already now owned. Elya allowed him to tuck her in close, into his confidence, his bony green fingers sinking into the jiggle-fat of her plump cheek, and gave her a few reassuring pats on the rump.

"Now. The pair of you. I feel you both could be very special pets for me. And you both want to help. Don't you?" He questioned, hiding them down onto their knees, stroking them, showing them a surprising amount of care, even while his monstrous cock was rock hard, swinging in their faces.

Saskia fell to her knees with the push, and Elya sank down of her own accord! The maid spoke first. He nodded in approval of Elya going down by herself and nuzzling against his hand, now paying more attention to her, he didn't hide the fact that his approval was held by anyone who met his standards, which was nearly always through being obedient towards him.

"Well since you're our guest, there's nothing I'd like more!" She nuzzled his hand, appreciating the care, smiling. Saskia seemed less sure. "Hmph~ If my being your pet precludes our negotiations to helping me usurp that haughty bitch, then I'll accept such a role, High King~" Saskia let him pet her.

"Of course this is needed. You said you were clever, didn't you? It's important to first show your guest your value before asking anything." He explained, reaching at his loin cloth and pulling it away.

His cock swung more as it was exposed the long thick rod in full display, larger than anything either Elf would likely ever see, "Now since you both are so interested in Goblin culture. You should know how important it is to satisfy a guest. Right? And then in the morning I'll help the pair of you with your little problems." He slowly guided both of the Elves towards his cock, not forcing them yet, knowing they'd end up making too much noise that would just piss him off. Both of them, irrespective of their attitudes, watched his cock like a hypnotizing pendulum! Saskia’s nose wrinkled as he pulled out his cock- And then her eyes crossed, and she was instantly exposed as a mere animal, which is all Elves are. Being so close to it, an intense shock of fertility pulsed through her breedable body, and she started to redden.

“Oh, definitely High King! Interested since you arrived~!” Elya beamed, allowing him to grasp her hair, and gently guide her to his dick. Saskia was reluctant, coughing a little. Saskia reached out a hand, and began to gently stroke his shaft with her gloved hand, clearly repulsed by it! Elya had fewer qualms however, and was soon slobbering on his sack with eagerness, loving the powerful, musky taste. “Mmh~! I never knew goblin ballsh were sho delishioush tayshting…” Saskia looked down at her rivals maid with a sneer. He groaned in pleasure as Elya immediately worked to suck on his filthy sweaty balls, placing his hand on her head and keeping her in place, "That's right Maid. Goblin bodies are perfect in every way. And loyal little girls like you are exactly the type I like the best, you're definitely going to be rewarded." He explained, now giving Saskia the cold shoulder, just enjoying the pleasure of such a dumb little bitch worshiping his balls.

She popped her succulent lips off his sweaty orbs, and beamed up at him. “Oh, thank you High King~! It’s my pleasure! Goblin rewards seem amazing…” The little ruby dangling from her neck was snug in her spit-splattered cleavage. “Apologies again that my breasts are too small!” Naturally, Elya knew it was her duty to improve her chest for the King, to ensure smooth diplomacy! And wouldn’t it be so exciting, too? He was almost surprised at how easily Elya followed his commands, seeing that she was so naive and gullible that to just keep him in good graces she'd do anything. As she spoke, the Goblin only grunted in response before forcing her head back against his balls, smothering her between them, as if marking her with his musk, claiming her as his own.

Saskia looked up at the King. “So, High King… Perhaps tomorrow you can negotiate with me over the treaty between Elves and Goblins, rather than the Goddess? Make it clear you have little to say to her..? After all, if I’m the legitimate ruler according to a power who’ve just… Well in MY view, DEFEATED us, that would certainly put me in charge!” Saskia was happy to offer him a position of negotiating from defeat, and ruin the prestige of the Heavenly realm, just to show The Goddess what she thought of her.

The Goblin King kept grunting, and gripping Elya’s hair, giving her little drips of praise. Saskia waited patiently, stroking disinterestedly, watching him with a careful eye. Clearly she wasn’t a real dumb bitch like the cute maid worshipping his balls, but just a scheming slut. Fun in her own way. But he did eventually look away to the Elf stroking his cock, the disapproval in his face was clear, "Hm? Yes I suppose I will have to discuss with you. I'm sure you know that us Goblins truly deserve a good deal. Right?" He still spoke down to her, she could be as manipulative and scheming as she likes with the Elves. The High King just viewed her as another worthless fuck meat for him to use until she loses any value and gets cooked instead. Why wasn’t she SUCKING his dick like this good maid?

“Oh, of course I know that~!” Saskia nodded again encouragingly, offering an innocent smile. “After you allowed us to retreat, naturally it makes sense you receive a favourable deal~ We won’t go the same way as Empress fuckmeat of course, but… A favourable treaty will be established, if you negotiate with the right people of course!” He could recognise that Saskia was different than his other conquests, it actually seemed like she had half a brain, at her current abilities she could maybe even scratch at the intelligence of the dumbest Goblin, "Oh really? I'm glad to hear that. I'm sure we'll have a very successful partnership." He tilted her head back to look up at him, being met with his cruel perverted grin. His precum leaking out onto her hands, dripping down onto Elya's face as he abused the poor brain-dead maid.

Elya was clearly worried by all this talk about overthrowing her mistress- Which was good, because then she’d report back to the Goddess on how to please the High King best! He could easily tell that Elya was worried about the talking the Goblin and Saskia was doing, which just caused him to squeeze her ass and pull her closer to him, "Make sure you tell the Goddess how to get in my good graces. Okay Pet? I'd hate if something bad was to happen to her." He pats her ass to make sure she understood him.

His new angelic maid looked up at him and his cock admiringly. Elya’s brain was juvenile, really. In her view, the High King was an exciting dignitary from a foreign land, who was arriving to establish cooperation with her Goddess, As a helpmate to her Goddess, it was only natural she should show an eager submission to him as she did her Goddess- And since her Goddess was upsetting him by not following his customs, she had to try doubly hard to! Elya was always determined to make up for all the many shortfalls in her peers and the few in her mistress- Hence why she was gargling obediently on goblin crotch within a day of exposure!

Even while she stroked his cock with no interest, his facial abuse of Elya in his balls was managing to keep him entertained, his animalistic groans of pleasure coming with each violent motion. Elya really was a sweet, obedient girl! Definitely much better than Empress fuckmeat- Although she was good in her own way, since she fell so far. But it was mostly all the same to him. She didn't even object when he roughly shoved her face against his asshole, and rubbed his sack all over her face. He didn’t even bothering to reply to her as she tried to choke our comments and questions, leaving his vile precum to delicately trickle down into her pretty blonde hair.

Then, he raised another idea. "You see the clothes she had on? They're very conservative, aren't they? I think the two of you would look better wearing less than her. Really showing off true Goblin fashion."

Saskia raised an eyebrow, impressed and surprised- “Gosh-” She then hid her bemusement, and gave a feigned knowing nod instead. The Goddess used to wear thigh splitting robes that barely hid her cunt, but… Saskia figured Goblins had different standards for slutty. “Naturally, of course- She forces us to dress in these prudish ways! That huge, baggy top, and oversized shorts you gave her were positively ridiculous! They were almost sliding off her. I’m sure she just objected to more tasteful options you offered her…”

"Oh? If you knew that already, why did you bother wearing such ugly clothes? I didn't realise that you wouldn't stand against the Goddess. You really seemed like you'd be able to when talking earlier. Or are you just words with no action?" He questioned, knowing he'd have to try a new tactic with her, making her think following Goblin culture would make her seem better than the Goddess.

She was suddenly reduced to an embarrassed stammer. "H-Huh? Oh- Ahem- Well, that's just the fashion! I- Of course now you're here, I'll..." She trailed off as he kept talking over her, reducing her into a defeated submission/

The sweaty, vile Goblin King was clearly amused by her attempting to explain herself, watching her pathetic stammering as he so easily crushed over her flattery. He had mercy on her, and just kept talking over the traitorous redhead whore. "But if you're really willing to be a strong confident Elf. Then tomorrow morning we can get you both into some proper clothes." He explained, stroking Elya's hair again, looking down at Saskia, his grin showed he knew his was superior, and he was going to break her.

"Oh, we definitely will, High King~" Saskia nodded with agreement, still wearing her sultry, devious, deceptive smirk- Although she innately looked a little dumb and brainless as he firmly, casually, tilted her chin up so he could look imperiously down at him. "I am strong and confident, Sir. Hmph." Saskia tossed her hair, and stroked a little harder, giving a proper handjob so that he'd blow his load and she could get away from his gross dick. "Of course, naturally, I'm eager to adopt the elegant fashions of your people~" Her eyes had a flicker of nervousness after he mentally dominated her. Deep down, she perhaps already knew he was superior, and that she was going to be utterly annihilated!

"Well then there'll be no issues tomorrow. Now will there?" He questioned, his tone was sharp and dangerous, as if a wrong answer would immediately cause her to be killed by this terrifying monster. He groaned louder as she finally put in some work and finally he came, thick ropes shot out, coating Saskia in his cum, spraying across her face and dripping down into her amazing tits, pooling together and running through her cleavage as if it was a river, spilling onto the floor.

"Issues? Why, no, of course not High King-" Saskia nodded agreeably, and swirled her tongue suggestively over her outer lips, arching her brows- And as she stroked harder, gave an excited little shriek as his cock twitched, and then splattered her with ropes of cum, drenching her face, hair, and running all the way through her cleavage, and down her tummy, to pool in her crotch. A lot of it dribbled down onto Elya obediently ballgargling too, running down her back, and splattering onto her ass. "My oh my~ You're incredibly virile, High King~"

He grabbed Elya and pulled her up to his cock to use her face and hair to clean his cock, not even giving her the chance to suck on it, "Make sure the floor is clean. Understand, Maid?" He ordered, before turning his attention to Saskia. Elya just giggled passively as he smeared his dick in her face and wiped her hair around it- She didn't suck, but let him use her like a doll. "As you wish, High King!" She started to wipe it up with her hair, and her robes, cleaning the cumstains off the nice carpeted floor, which was going to be hard.

He laughed as she complemented him as he came over her stupid Elf face, "Of course Goblins are virile. We must make many more slaves." He explained, using Elya to clean his cock before throwing her away to continue wiping off the ground. "Ahaha~ Well that makes sense." Saskia smirked and rolled her eyes, looking amused as Elya gave a giggly Yelp when cast to the ground, staying there obediently when he stood up and strode over to Saskia's bed.

"Now, don't you get all haughty." He laughed, treating her as if she was a child, "Though it's good you're so eager. I'm sure that'll look good to all the other Elves. And really help get them on your side. As I'm sure you've seen how much they love me, so it's best if you make sure you follow Goblin culture exactly" He explained, "Tomorrow we shall begin our negotiation, unless you have something so pressing to ask now, do you?" He questioned, turning away from her to use her bed, not even bothering to ask her permission.

"My apologies High King~ I won't get haughty." Saskia allowed him to speak to her like a child, and, still dripping with semen, smiled up at him as he listened closely. "Ah, yes, they were enamoured with your gifts High King~ Naturally, I'll follow your- Ahem- Superior culture as much as possible! Although, well, it may be prudent to not introduce it all at once, as perhaps it may shock people."

"Oh really? I've been told that Elves are meant to be smart. Are they really too stupid to understand that they should just follow the orders of a Superior race?" He questioned, laughing again as the retarded Elf insulted her race again. The redhead MILF blushed, and gave an embarrassed shrug "Well, ahem-" She didn't want to, but she acquiesced "Of course, yes- Most are too inferior to realise your superiority!"

Saskia blinked in surprise as he climbed into her bed, and a blush grew over her face. "A-Ahem- Do... Do you wish me to share this bed with you, High King? Or- Sleep elsewhere? It is usually mine..." The Corpulent King rolled his eyes. "Yes. You may join me." He said, claiming her bed and making her ask for permission to use it. When she got in as well, she'd feel his filthy bony claws grabbing at her ass, groping her as he eventually went to sleep, showing his complete confidence of his Superiority over these people. Saskia smirked some more, and after kicking Elya out the room, stepped out of her robes. She slid into bed with the High King in her red lingerie, and gave appropriate giggles and moans as he mauled her ass. This really was too easy. Soon he wouldn’t be showing the Goddess the time of day, and she’d persuade the King to install her as the certain ruler of the Heavenly Realm. Oh… She’d savour locking that Goddess up. She’d make a nice goblin breeding bag.

The next morning, the High King would be woken up by a knock on the door. Elya entered carrying a tray of tea, coffee, and fruits with fresh cream. She smiled eagerly at the King- "Good morning High King!" She curtsied. "The Goddess requests your presence today to begin formal negotiations..."

He woke up, seeing Elya enter, looking through the food on offer, clearly unimpressed by it, picking through it and chewing on some of the fruits and tossing them to the side casually if it wasn't to his standards, none of them were close to a Goblin delicacy, "Hm, not great. This the best you Elves have?" He asked, standing up and drinking the coffee in one gulp. Elya obediently picked up all his scraps, apologising repeatedly- "So sorry High King! So sorry High King!" She bowed-

"Anyway I'll see to the Goddess. I'm sure you made sure to tell her how to impress me, correct?" He asked Elya, groping her. "Oh, of course I did! She was very receptive." Elya curtsied politely, and smiled as he groped her. He even produced another Goblin treasure, a platinum ring with a beautiful diamond, more impressive than what she'd gotten before, rewarding her for her continued obedience. "Thank you so much!!" Delighted, she slipped on the ring, and leaned in close to him as he walked her out by her fat ass.

"You can either wait or come with, cause I'll negotiate with you next. I'm giving you a benefit to know what you're competing with when negotiating with me." He explained to Saskia, before grabbing onto Elya and walking with her to the Goddess. Saskia shook her head- "Hmph~! No, I'll stay here." She leaned back in her bed haughtily, her back still glazed with precum.

When he arrived to the Goddess, depending on if Saskia joined him, he'd be walking up to her with his arm wrapped around at least one Elf, his hand subtlety groping her ass, as he greeted the Goddess, "Good seeing you. It's a shame I couldn't talk with you more last night. But I did get to meet some of your fine people, very attentive. I'm impressed." He showed his cruel perverted grin, "So I'm glad we're able to talk properly now. Where shall we begin?" He questioned, pulling up a seat and relaxing back in it, watching the Goddess.

The Goddess was sitting behind her desk- And was obviously disturbed to see Elya's ass getting groped. Even more so that Elya obviously didn't mind! The Goddess was wearing the pink miniskirt he'd given her, and the GOBLIN OWNED crop top. "Ahem- Good morning, High King. I'm so glad you're impressed.” Elya remained politely by his side, wearing her shining ring. The Goddess noticed it- "Oh! My, that's a lovely ring Elya. Where did you get it..?"

"Oh the ring? She got it from me. I like rewarding women who learn quickly, and she's shown that she's an incredibly clever little girl." The King answered for the Maid, "She's been very receptive to Goblin traditions, I'm glad to see she's such a great example of how an Elf should be, with some improvements to her, she could definitely be the pinnacle of all Elven Women." He said, openly stating that a servant girl to the Goddess was more impressive to him than her.

The Goddess frowned. “... I see. Well. Anyway.” She felt a blush rising to her ears as she put her humiliating pan into action. “Now, let's discuss properly." Without much ceremony, the Goddess got out her chair, and sat on the desk with her legs spread, so he could see her panties. Ugly plain white things. "Now~" Obviously she was worried Saskia was getting too much of a hold on him, and was degrading herself to stop this! "Perhaps first we can agree to a long term end to hostilities, whatever the rest of the treaty suggests?"

As he walked through the Goddess's chamber and then he sat at his chair, he watched as the Goddess walked around and spread her legs, exposing her panties, while it was likely meant to excite him, he just looked amused at best, "I'm sorry. Do you really wear such ugly panties like that?" He questioned, laughing quietly, "Now come on, I'm embarrassed, you've got such impressive clothes on, and you mess it up by wearing those? Very disappointing." The Goddess blushed brightly as he insulted her. It was highly embarrassing to expose herself like this already, surrendering to the lustful whims of this gross barbarian because one of her subordinates was being traitorous! And then to be told it wasn't good enough? Ugh!

He searched through his bag, eventually producing a small pink thong, similar to the humiliating swimsuit he had her in, but somehow even smaller, "Don't these look better?" He asked, handing them to Elya to bring to the Goddess. Although... That little thong did look quite stylish, something in her couldn't help but feel. Instead of objecting, she she bobbed her head, and smiled thankfully. "Ah, thank you High King." She span around, and pulled her panties off, leaving the white lace on the desk as she showed off her legs from behind whilst pulling on the thong- "Yes, of course, much nicer. Ahem."

Elya clapped- "They're so cute on you Miss!" The Goddess turned back around, still showing off her panties thanks to the tiny short skirt- Except now her puffy cameltoe was visible, with the tiny little strip of fabric hiding almost nothing. Not even a proper pair of bikini bottoms, but just a straight strip of fabric to hide her cunt- Nothing even for her asshole. "Ah, I see? Well- Ahem. Good work, Elya. That's generous of you, high King."

He grinned at her clearly being drawn into the strip of cloth he held, all these Elves were exactly the same, drawn to anything that looks nice or shiny, dumb as bricks, "That's much better. Honestly, I'll need to have a go through this whole kingdom, if even the Goddess can't find good clothes without help, then what chance does the rest of them have? I'm sure you won't mind that, would you?" He questioned her, again pushing himself even further to taking control of the Kingdom, with his new suggestion even saying that people's clothes would be left to his perverted whims and ideas.

"Ahem- Well... No, no, I'm indifferent. Perhaps the tastes of our cultures are simply different, High King." The Goddess kept her legs spread wide, thong showing off her pussy, even as she made faint objections to him. Her negotiating legitimacy was utterly destroyed already, almost, and she knew it- How had she been reduced to flashing her pussy to the enemy on the very first day of negotiations? This didn't look good. "I'm sure many Elves will prefer their natural garb, as I do."

"Oh our tastes are obviously very different, Goblin's are more refined and superior, while yours are... different." He said, barely managing to avoid directly insulting her, but still insulting her anyway, just managing to not say anything far enough for her to call him out on, "But if it's true, then I'm sure you wouldn't mind testing that, a few Elves, chosen by you if you like try out some Goblin fashion and they decide what they prefer." He then looked at Elya, "What would you want to wear Maid?"

"Well! I-..." The Goddess realised that this goblin was just irredeemably racist. he really did just think that everything about Elves was inferior to goblins. Well! She- She'd prove him wrong. Sure, it would be hard considering she was a Goddess and he'd still resisted her armies, but... Ugh. Elya was not helping! Elya giggled- "Oh, uhm- I'd love to try goblin fashion, High King! I don't know yet. I think it looks very pretty on our Goddess though!" She smiled encouragingly at her mistress.

The King shrugged. "Well, that settles that I think.” Before the Goddess could object, he pressed on. “Anyway, typical of Elves to go on a drooling tangent. What did you say… Long term end to hostilities? Yes, sounds like that would be a good place to start. Although I hope you do realise that this had all started because of you. Your people attacked us unprompted, for our negotiations to go successfully, I would need you to denounce The actions that took place with you attacking us and admit that our treatment of your people during the war was completely acceptable." The Goddess' face was turning sour already. He then grinned, as he added on, "Some Elves have already shown an understanding of this, such as that girl I was talking with last night, what was her name?" He questioned Elya.

"Seems like she's interested in being talked with as well. Is she also a ruler here?" He said, seeing if he'd be able to play the Goddess off of Saskia, wondering if their feud was all in Saskia's head or if it was mutual, "A simple request to spare the rest of your people. Don't you agree? That's my only condition and then our negotiations can proceed.”

The Goddess swallowed, about to object- Until he mentioned Saskia. Elya confirmed- "Princess Saskia, Sir!"

The Goddess wrinkled her upper lip slightly- "Well. You... Are right. A simple request. I expect that can be done. And then, perhaps, we ought to discuss the question of indemnities, and prisoner exchanges... Territory and future cooperation will need to be elaborated on, as will trade."

"Well, for Prisoner exchanges, I don't believe that will be easy, we don't have any Elven prisoners anymore, all of them have happily integrated to our society. You could ask them to return, but they'll refuse. Don't take it as an insult, it's just the fact that my people have more suitable roles for them, in fact when one was serving my breakfast, she begged me to bring her so she could explain how happy she was, but I didn't want the extra weight." He explained, shrugging his shoulders, he didn't even look like he was lying, his face was calm, as if he was just stating a matter of fact, not even trying to insult the Goddess, even though his near constant perverted grin would suggest otherwise.

The Goddess seemed confused- And then frowned- "Really..? Ahem- That-" The Goddess shook her head. "I... I'm not entirely sure I can accept that. I know my people. Certainly some of them will wish to come home...?" But she didn't sound sure, and how nonchalant he was made her suspect that he really was telling the dreadful truth.

"I'm sorry, but they don't, they've chosen Goblin culture, bringing them back here would just be a cruelty, they'd hate you and keep trying to escape and return. You'd have to kill them." He explained, almost sounding sympathetic when he did, but couldn't hold back a laugh, "Though they'd want their bodies sent to our kitchens."

"And as for trade, again, please don't take this the wrong way, but what would you even be trading with us? As far as I've seen, my people have everything you'd want, fine clothes, jewellery, and a true joy. While you have what? Some rags that were better used as underwear than clothes? Tell me honestly what you think you have that would even be worth a single diamond piercing?" He held up one such piercing, turning it slowly to show off as the light hit it, it was flawless.

He looked at Elya, "Come on Maid, you could have this piercing, what would you give for it? I know you'll be less biased here. And that's where we'll start the trade negotiations." He demanded, again teasing the desperate girl with the treasure.

"W-Well! We have plenty of things. Like- Ahem- We have..." She trailed off, letting him talk over her. Her eyes sparkled as he showed off the perfect diamond piercing. Elya snapped to attention as her name was mentioned, and she gave an excited smile- "Oh~! Me? Uhm... Well! I don't think I have enough possessions that could really amount to it. I suppose I could only offer my service in anything for a very extended period of time! Perhaps 5, or 10 years of servitude..?" Elya clapped, as if she'd had an intelligent idea. "Oh, Goddess, we're like the primitive peoples! We could trade in slaves, couldn't we?"

The Goddess gasped- E-Elya! How... How could you say such a thing... I- This is outrageous!" Then, she felt her breath drawing short. Why was Elya so… DUMB?? It was almost like one whiff of goblin musk had turned this starlet into his unwitting ally.

The King ignored the Goddess. "Really? Don't Elves live for an exceptionally long length of time? 10 years doesn't seem like much. Let's extend that to 500 years. Sound good to you?" He laughed, tossing her the piercing, "That's for your clit, if you're a good girl, I'll help put it in for you." Elya cocked her head as he suggested the increased time, and giggled- "Mh, that's fair! Thank you very much High King~! Oh, I'd love your help very much." She held up the diamond, admiring it with amazement.

He turned back to the Goddess, "See? The only value your people have is what Goblins can use you for. I'd be happy to accept a healthy supply of slaves being sent to us in return for our products, obviously the amount would be high, Elven lives are cheap, and our jewellery is very valuable, so breeding farms would need to be created to keep to the Quota, it's good that your people have basically been designed to breed like rabbits. But it could work out perfectly for both of us." He said, scratching his chin as he thought through it, so casually discussing her people like they were just livestock to be traded away.

"But we can plan that later, anything else I'm missing from our negotiation? As honestly, it appears that I'm doing most of the legwork, the planning and the offering. Not exactly equal, is it?" He teased her

Whilst the buxom, legs-spread, humiliated Queen of the Heavenly Realms listened to the revolting proposals, she winced. When he was done, she fixed him with a steely glare. Hard, unlike her wobblefat thighs he was staring into. "... I am doing little planning because your ideas are shocking and repelling me.”

He grinned as she continued to grow uncomfortable and upset at his proposals, it was as if he was more interested in getting her upset and disoriented than actually coming to an agreement, he couldn't be that cruel though, right? She continued fulminating, her hand movements making her tits bounce- Though he was still just upskirting her. Better than looking at this ugly feminist bitch. “This... Today's negotiations are over. And- Elya- I want you to stay!" The Goddess tried to seem haughty, but she was obviously just going to ask Elya for tips on how to get the Kings favour even more. Elya gave him a knowing giggle- "See you soon High King!"

When she demanded he left, he stood up. "Fine. I see that negotiations aren't your strong suit. Remember to learn some manners for our next meeting. And learn more of Goblin culture." "Ahem. I shall..." The Goddess had literally no idea what to say in response to him, and so it made it sound like she was just agreeing that she needed to learn manners for him.

He grinned up at Elya, "Your first day of 500 years begins tomorrow Pet." He said, claiming a new slave right in front of the Goddess as he left, his confidence and musk hanging in the air, like a constant reminder of her failure to overcome him. Elya giggled "Oh~! Really? Okay!" She bobbed her head cheerfully, clearly thinking nothing of the situation. She hurried over to the Goddess, and started giving her tips...

Saskia was waiting for him in bed, still wearing her (attempt at) sexy red lingerie, sprawled out invitingly on the covers. "Well, High King? Would you like to begin negotiations with me now..? I'm sure the Goddess was very annoying, yes..?" As he entered into the room he was met with Saskia, grinning as he saw her lay out, his cock hardened as he stepped towards her, "Yes. She definitely was. Bitching about Elves. She can't accept that Elves are only useful as slaves." He started teasing her body, pinching and pulling at her nipples, twisting them painfully, using her like a toy. While she was likely used to getting whatever she wanted when she dressed up like this, unfortunately the Goblin was a bit smarter, he already viewed them all as pathetic objects to fuck and use.

Saskia bit her bottom lip, giving little gasps and moans as he roughly pulled and twisted the nipples on her fat chest. "Oh~~ She can't~? How... Silly of her!"

"So if you're looking to be held up as their new Goddess. You have to make a proper deal with me. And my terms are simple. Slaves - we decide a Quota and you either meet it or we collect some slaves ourselves, whoever meets my interest. Makes sense. Doesn't it?" He said, with a vicious laugh, "I'm sure you're smart enough to know that Goblins deserve only the highest quality, so we'll have a high amount required. You have no problem with that, right?" He questioned, "And you should know. That old bitch Goddess was very unreceptive to our demands. So try and impress me and you'll be doing a lot better than she was." He explained, making it seem as though Saskia had to appeal to him, again taking the power for himself.

Saskia tutted her head disapprovingly, licking over her lips as she sat up straight and thrust out her tits at him for her to grope. "Certainly~ I'll make a legitimate deal with you, and I'll be the new ruler of the Elves! Slaves? Oh, perhaps 52 a year..? There are plenty of Elves outside our heavenly palace, of course." Saskia grinned eagerly, and leaned in, her dainty hands delicately removing his cock from his pants, and she went back to gently stroking it-

"52? Doesn't really seem that impressive, now does it?" He laughed, more aggressively groping and grabbing at her tits as she arched her body more into his hands, while he then felt her hands carefully removing his cock and stroking along it. "Hm? Ohhh, haha!" Saskia giggled encouragingly, and shook her head, leaning in close and starting to stroke his cock more vigorously as she spoke with him "I think 52 is reasonable~" She made a point of popping out her tits from the robes as she said that.

"Oh really? I think you don't really know how many Elves we work through each day." He explained, with him then groping her tits even more vigorously as she popped her tits out, and stuffing a hand into her panties. He could feel her trying to hold back, her pussy tightening around his fingers as he used her so roughly, painfully clawing and scratching along her insides, as if trying to kill her by digging out from her cunt.

Saskia didn't reply to his comment about the rapid consumption of slaves, instead just giggling and giving an encouraging moan as his hands violated her chest, and roughly scraped out the tight insides of her needy divine elfcunt, giving her quivers of pleasure through her undersexed body that was now reacting with uncontrollable desire to the powerful virility of the goblin king who had violently forced his way into her life-

"But all this talk is very boring, isn't it High King~? Why don't you show me your goblin fashions instead, hm..?"

“Really? You want to discuss our fashions? God you Elves are all the same, so desperate to get something." He teased, inspecting her body, "But I do think I could get some nice clothes for you. Obviously they won't come for free. But I'm sure you knew that already." His hand moved down her body, under her panties as he fingered her cunt, roughly driving his bony claws into her, even scratching along her insides as he did, leaving a difficult mix of pain and pleasure as he used her.

"I certainly do! Yes~" Saskia giggled cheerfully, and then blushed a bit "Oh, of course- Us Elves are very eager. I understand everything comes at a- Mfh~! Price~!" She gave a slightly lewd little gasping moan, panting softly as he fingered her hard, and she she gave an embarrassed smile as she tried not to cum from him fingering her through her panties.

As she stroked his cock, he pulled out some of the clothing he'd brought with him, one of them was a tiny pair of booty shorts, they'd barely fit over a normal person's ass, an Elven one would be basically fully on display and her top was similar to the Goddess's, being a crop top that at least appeared higher quality than hers, with the writing in gemstones spelling out "Goblins are Gods" in cute hand writing, it was bright yellow, he then grabbed her hair, "Good Elves also tie their hair up in Pig tails. Goblins like having handles."

The arrogant traitor princess smirked. "Hm? Oh, these are lovely! Thank you..." She took the booty shorts, and pulled them on hard so that they sucked to her asscrack, spreading her cheeks a little, and making her butt give a little jiggle. "The top is~ Certainly provocative~" She slipped it on too, the material sticking to her tits like a proper tight tube tops. "Oh, they do? Handles for blowjobs?" She smirked, as Saskia started putting her hair into pigtail handles.

"Exactly. One of the only thing Elves are good at." He said as she tied her hair up, he removed his hand from her cunt, reaching out and painfully grabbing her new handles, twisting them in his hand as he pulled her down, bending her over her bed.

"Ahahaha~ Oh, you're so funny High King! Thank you so much~!" She didn't resist as he bent her over the bed, giggling as his hands roughly twisted her about using her new red pigtail handles, whilst his hands roughly played with her ass.

He eyed up that fat shelf of PAWG MILFmeat, before producing a final item. It was a metal butt plug, cold to the touch with a fine emerald placed at the flared bottom, "Do you know what this is? It's something many Elves love having, a way to train their asses even when they aren't being fucked, and also shows off more fabulous jewellery." Saskia curled her lip. "Oh my~! What a large emerald. That's a lovely way to show off jewellery..."

"Yes, it is, isn't it? So congratulations. You can have this." He pulled her head back and shoved the plug into her mouth, the cold metal tasting foul, it was difficult to ignore the thought that it had been used before on other slaves. He pulled it out with a pop, before pulling her shorts away, and rubbing it against her ass, her saliva being the only lube she was allowed, and then forced it in, the pain was unbelievable, stretching her once perfect asshole out to accommodate the metal plug the size of her fist, like it was tearing her apart as It went deeper and deeper, until eventually the pain ended, her new jewel firmly in place. After a minute of forcing, whining and squealing, Saskia was left panting, with a thick green jewel spreading out her asscheeks. "Hhaaahhhh... Nfh- Thank you High King..." He laughed at her as she tried speaking around the thick metal plug in her mouth, before violating her with the plug, forcing it up her ass painfully.

"Come on. Show it off, shake your ass for me." He ordered, spanking her. Obediently, she stood up, and swayed her hips, shaking her bouncy bubble butt in his face, the green gem keeping her cheeks wider than before- Booty shorts rolled up around her knees. Her perfect white globes wobbled with every shake she gave him, exacerbated by his spanks- "Nffhh~ Thank you High Kiiiingg~" He sat back and stroked his cock as she lewdly shook her ass in his face, with him grabbing and spanking at her the whole time.

Saskia had gurgled around the plug, squealed as he shoved it into her tight little button of an asshole- And then obediently bounced on the tips of her toes, bouncing her cheeks with her hands, almost twerking in his face as she shook her cheeks and advertised the gem that made clear her utter subjection to goblin domination. Elves really were too easy.

Before long, it was time for dinner, and the King was expected downstairs. Finally it was time for dinner, he thought - His majesty was bored off this skank already. The King barely gave her time to pull up her shorts before he was dragging her with him down to the dining hall. He kept his hand firmly on her ass, groping her, painfully toying with her plug through her shorts, pulling at it as they walked, further spreading her insides. The slutty princess staggered forwards, rolling her bootyshorts back up, although he didn’t give her time to pull up the zip, leaving her panties on show through the open denim flaps. She openly moaned as he stuffed his hands down her shorts, fingering her and playing with her ass, leaving her cheeks totally exposed by the time they finally made it to the table, and he sat her fat ass down.

When they arrived at the dining hall, he again took his seat between Elya and Saskia, and waited until every other Elf arrived before he stood up onto the table, looking around them, noticeably pressing his foot down in the food set out for Elya, showing no respect towards Elven culture or cuisine. "Listen up Elves. I'm sure many of you have already noticed the clothing that the Goddess and the Princess here have been wearing ever since I have arrived. These are the traditional fashion of Goblin culture. Women are expected to dress perfectly, showing off their bodies and showing respect towards the gracious Goblins, who are willing to gift you with such clothes." He explained, grabbing Saskia and pulling her up by her hair, having her showing off her new outfit. "Some of you may be wondering why it is expected to show off skin, isn't it obvious? It's so you're all able to further show off the jewellery and gems gifted by Goblins." He tossed out more glittering gems as he says that, throwing them like they were worthless, while each of them were higher quality than even the finest Elven creations.

The Elven courtieresses all looked up at him admiringly, surprised, captivated by everything he said and did. Cute little mumbles of agreements drooled out their mouths as he spoke so declaratively and confidently- There were oohs, ahhs, and little claps as Saskia giggled brainlessly as she was hoisted up by the hair like a doll, leaving her spinning left and right in his grasp, as with two fingers he held her entire bodyweight by her slutty bimbo pigtails. Her tits bouncing in the tiny top, ass on show, with the plug obviously outlining her shorts.

"Now, some people want to stop you getting these clothes. They think you'd prefer the rags you're wearing. Maybe you do prefer them. Who knows? But I want to give you a chance to actually choose." He pointed Elya to one of the doors, having already set up a crate of clothes and made her bring it in as he cracked it out and threw it out to the Elves, skimpy dresses, skirts and tops amongst them, each of them showing off Goblin superiority.

There were delighted squeals as he tossed out the gems, and the elves eagerly picked them up, donning more necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, and whatever else he cast out like a shower, casually dropping vast riches at their feet. Elya obediently hurried off, although not after having grabbed some anklets, and then dragged the box over to him. The Elves cried out their eager interest, thanking him like a chorus of schoolgirls as they took the skimpy dresses, skirts, shorts, heels, and lingerie. The Goddess watched with shame, but refused to contradict the King, what with him being a respected foreign dignitary and the rest.

"Now feel it, see how good they are and know that through cooperation with Goblins is how you can earn both these clothes and more jewellery. But you should know, these clothes need you to be made for them, they're made for Elves with big tits and nice asses. So you have to improve yourself before you can truly earn them. And fat girls don't have a chance, so it may be time to alter up your diets a bit." He explained, grinning like a sadistic pervert as he so confidently ordered a room of Elves that they were too fat and flat for his standards.

The girls and women all obediently fell right into his trap, agreeing- Encouraged by his words that made it seem like the Goddess supported all this, as she was joining in too! In reality, it was the last thing she wanted! But there was nothing she could do as the flowers and jewels of her kingdom all bundled up slutty miniskirts, crop tops, fishnets, and the rest, all ‘following her example.’

He watched with perverted glee as the pathetic retarded Elves so easily fell in line, grabbing at the jewels and clothes he offered, easily bringing them beneath his foot, "Such good girls. Aren't you all? Now I expect each of you wearing them tomorrow. And offer some to your friends and family. Give them some proper Goblin fashion." He looked around the room and then added, "Now I know many of you are not the correct size for your outfits. So long as your Goddess accepts it. I could have my finest surgeons travel here and begin working on whoever requires an upgrade." He offered, switching it so that the result of the decision rested on The Goddess instead, knowing that if she refused she'd be hated by her people.

The Goddess couldn't help but give him a pouty glare as he so rudely laid the emphasis of decision making on her shoulders. She could see her people clearly were falling for his tricks, but she knew if she spoke out, he would never speak to her, Saskia would take over with his help, and then... Who knows! Dreadful things would happen. She just had to limit damage.

Throughout this whole ordeal, the Goddess was just utterly silent. She couldn’t object now… Not when she had heard, very explicitly, that the goblin was actively working with her rival to overthrow her. Of course she couldn’t expel him- So she’d just have to win him back on side! And besides, if she upset her subjects now, how could she defend herself against Saskia’s coup attempt? She was on thin ice. With a tremulous hand, she made a dainty motion to demonstrate her… Possible approval. All the girls were too interested in the king and their new clothes to notice her much anyway.

When the goblin king stood down, the Goddess coughed, and leaned in to address him. “Ahem, High King… I understand you found our negotiations today unsatisfactory. I would like to apologise for that, and offer you…” She trailed off, sucking in a deep, resigned breath. He could see Elya encourage her mistress across the table. “A formal apology in my chambers, after dinner…”

Saskia gave a little gasp, and hugged the King’s side- “Oh, but High King! I was hoping to service your in my room this evening~! Can’t I convince you otherwise..?” The two women stared daggers at each other. All whilst the crowd pushed away their meals after a few tiny bites, wanting to get thin for the goblin king!

When the Goddess came to him, he looked amused, looking up at her with such powerful confidence, before he could even respond, he heard Saskia, turning to her he laughed, "Fine. Fine. I can see there's no fair way to decide. Let's play a game. You both will bend over and show off your asses. I'll pick who I go with depending on how hot your ass is." He walked them both up to the front of the banquet table.

Saskia clapped her hands- "Oh, I know I'll win~!" The Goddess pouted even more, making a few of the courtier's who supported Saskia giggle at her. Saskia allowed him to grab her hair, and the Goddess squeaked as he took her by the ass, and then- Before she even had time to struggle, bent them both over the banquet table! Their panties rolled down, he could enjoy their fat white cheeks, and pretty, pink pussies.

He forced them to bend over, their asses sticking out to the crowd as he roughly pulled away Saskia's booty shorts and panties and then did the same with the Goddess's skirt and panties. Now their perfect bouncy asses were on display, the Goblin laughed and ordered, "Shake, show how you'd please a superior Goblin!" He yelled, groping them both. But noticeably focusing on the one with a clearly better ass - Saskia. He again teased her plug, using it to brutally rape her asshole, having already decided again.

"... As you wish." The Goddess sounded sullen, and forced herself to bounce on her toes a little, making her cheeks bounce- His SPANKS clapping off her cheeks did most of the work. Saskia was more enthusiastic, jiggling herself vigorously for him, shaking and wobbling her butt, showing off her emerald plug- All whilst giving the Goddess a triumphal look. The King noticed she was always more obedient in front of others.

"I will go with the Princess. The Goddess will get to earn my presence after I'm finished or bored of the Princess." He pulled her up again, dragging her with him to her room, it was even more sudden than earlier today. Saskia was being dragged away with her cunt and ass on display.

"Oh, thank you High Kiiiiiing~!" She squealed as he dragged her off by her hair, crawling after him on the floor. Leaving the Goddess bare-assed and humiliated, in an awkward silence. Elya had to stand up and patch things up as best she could as the Goddess strode out the room, red faced.

The Goddess audibly squealed in anger, and stamped her foot. “This… This!” She took a deep breath. That was the first time she had started getting angry again in centuries. Why was this? She had to calm down, she told herself. Of course, it was happening because goblin musk was inducing a second puberty in her and her whole court, but she didn’t know that.

The King ignored the Goddess as he dragged away the Traitor Slut Princess, showing no interest in a filthy cunt that doesn't try hard enough for him. He brought her back up to her room and threw her onto the bed, it was easy to see how hard he was using her as he pleased, "Now. I remember that last night you weren't too passionate about showing respect to your superior. Try harder or our negotiations will go nowhere." He explained, driving his claws into her cunt with no warning

Saskia collapsed onto the bed, cunt out, and grinned at him- "Oh, I'm so sorry I upset you High King~" She clicked her tongue- "I just wasn't sure you were really going to make it worth my time, you know~? But I know you're serious now! Tell me about your thoughts on our treaty~" Saskia bounced her ass, showing off the fat emerald sticking out of it- And then turned around, beginning to lavish his cock with spit, sloppily sucking on the head of his cock, and looking up at him with baby eyes whilst jiggling her cheeks around for him. She just sucked on his cock while he dictated terms for the future of the heavenly empire.

He laughed at her as she apologised, explaining her reasoning, "God. You still don't realise, you have to be making yourself valuable to me. Because as you've already correctly said, the only reason you and your people are still allowed to exist is because I'm too kind." He sat on her bed, pulling out his thick cock and letting her worship it between his legs, scratching her head while he thought.

"First of all, we'll be expecting a shipment of 100 elves each year, and we may need to demand more. You'll accept this without complaint. Secondly, Elven society is made for Goblins, we require you all to be the perfect woman, anyone who doesn't meet this requirement will be executed. Third, while you may be the Goddess of these Elves, Goblins will always be above you, we're Gods to you all and you must worship us as such." He held her pig tails and roughly fucked her mouth now, using her hair as handles, "I can add more conditions to this when needed. And you'll just nod your pretty little head and thank me for deciding for you.

The Princess looked up at him dumb and wide eyed, gagging and gurgling on his thick warty cock as he bounced her head back and forth with one hand on her pigtails, the other giving her the head scritches that turned every elven bitch into a mewling fuckkitten. "GlrlHKrGLrLRKkK~" She made comically lewd, sloppy drooling sounds over his dick, the former haughty princess now looking up at him with babydoll eyes, and worshipping his dick as he firmly dictated out his conditions to her. "Mfh~" Her head popped off with a loud plorp, and she gave an assenting nod- "Ash long ash you execute that bitch I don't care~" She went back to obedient cock gargling, showing she was just desperate to put down her rival, and be above her, even if that meant a huge reduction in station for the both of them. "She can breed out all the slaves each year~" He silenced her by starting to fuck more roughly, and began pounding out her brains- Giving her her first squirting orgasm as the aphrodisiac musk flooded her body. "Fankyouu~~"

"Mfh~" Her head popped off with a loud PLORP, and she gave an assenting nod- "Ash long ash you execute that bitch I don't care~" She went back to obedient cock gargling, showing she was just desperate to put down her rival, and be above her, even if that meant a huge reduction in station for the both of them. "She can breed out all the slaves each year~"

He didn't really pay attention to what the brain-dead cunt was saying, though he did look annoyed when she said he should execute her, while he would eventually do that, he hated this bitch telling him what to do.

In response he painfully pulled her back down onto his cock, impaling her mouth with his cock, skullfucking her so hard her brain would shake around in her head, "I decide who I execute. Not you. I may just keep the Goddess as a pet. If you stay good then I'll make sure you're above her." He silenced her by starting to fuck more roughly, and began pounding out her brains- Giving her her first squirting orgasm as the aphrodisiac musk flooded her body. "Fankyouu~~" the traitor slut princess moaned.

Throughout the rest of the night, she was kept on his cock, even while they slept she'd be passively sucking it until the Goblin woke again and raped her waiting mouth until he coated her in another layer of cum. Poor little Elya was going to have quite the shock when she came in the next morning.

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When Elya came in, she saw a shocking scene, the Goblin in bed, his hand still firmly holding Saskia in place on his cock. The Princess had seen countless thick loads down her throat and over her face, the bed and room stinking of sex and cum. He casually pulled the princess away from him, dropping her to the ground, she almost looked dead, with only the faint breathing showing she was Alive. Saskia's red hair was reduced to sticky clumps of dark burgundy-brown covered in thick white glaze, completely soaked through with precum, and slathered in hot, virile goblin semen. Her nose was overflowing with it, her cheeks were puffed out, and even her stomach was a little inflated from the insane volume of man batter the High King had dumped into her overly receptive throat during the night.

"Let's go." The King said bluntly, getting dressed in old clothes, his musk only getting stronger due to the scent of his cum and sweat from the constant fucking. "What does she want to talk about this time? I hope you made sure she fully understands how to please me." He again pulled Elya in to his side, walking to the Goddess's chambers. Elya just gave a surprised smile- "Very good High King!" She eagerly glued herself to his side, leaving Saskia drowning on the bed. "Oh, she wants to apologise, and restart negotiations- The Goddess acknowledges the necessity of offering you a better deal, in light of Princess Saskia's own overtures!"

Elya shyly mumbled- "Also, High King- Could you help me with my clit piercing please? If you get time..?" She was wearing pink gym shorts, with a thong going over her hips, and little more than a string bikini on her still rather small chest. The King grinned as Elya immediately leaned in to his side, with him going back to groping her ass as they walked, "Oh does she? Fantastic. I'm sure we'll finally come to an agreement." He laughed as then Elya asked for help with the piercing, "Of course Pet. After I finish with the Goddess. We'll get that piercing in and also give you that injection." He offered, checking out her body.

When he arrived in the Goddess' room, he would be greeted by a pleasing sight. The Goddess was squatting, open thighed, in front of his chair, and was wearing nothing but a pink fishnet bodysuit, and the bikini he'd given her 3 days ago. "Good morning High King." She spoke through lips with a thick coating of pink gloss on. He again threw himself into his chair, grinning at the Goddess, "Sorry. I missed last night. That princess bitch drives a strong deal. You'll have to work hard to match her." He then leaned in, "Plus. I'm still owed a proper apology after your pathetic offers last night. The way to make up is pretty simple. Do a traditional goblin apology dance, which is simply stripping down and shaking your ass." He explained the dance in more detail, with it seeming more lewd as he did. "And then you step out before your kingdom and tell them that my people were correct in raping, murdering and eating your soldiers." He explained with sadistic glee

Aurelia swallowed, and put on a weak smile. "Elya has explained to me more of your customs, including the apology dance." The Goddess had clearly been practicing in the night, as when she turned around and perked out. Alya and her Goddess had had a heart to hear- The Goddess knew the threat of Saskia plotting with the King too much… She’d been in such a bind. The Goddess had grimaced, and accepted Alya’s offer to teach her how to make things up to the goblin king. The sheer lust of the whole explanation had resulted in some incredibly inappropriate workplace sapphism, and the Goddess came away from the evening sweaty, buzzing, and wondering why shaking her ass felt so damn good.

The hilariously easy skank started vigorously twerking in his face, bouncing in the chunky pink platform heels she'd taken from a girl he'd given them out to, making her oiled, pale globes of assfat CLAP like percussion. She actually smiled at him over her shoulder- "It's a very fun dance, I have to admit! Ahem- Apologies if I'm supposed to not enjoy doing it, though. Now I was hoping we could resume our talks? And I will apologise before them all this evening formally, and have already sent out proclamations to the people, as we discussed yesterday!"

The Goblin was incredibly pleased when he saw the PAWG Goddess squatting down before his chair, dressed like the disgusting slut he knew she was, "Good morning. I'm glad to see just how well you're learning Goblin culture." He laughed as he sat down, watching as she turned around and twerked in his face, noticeably improved from her pathetic attempt last night. The Goblin was clearly pleased, he looked over to Elya, and pulled her down onto his lap, playing with her pussy, "Well done. It's good to know that you're so passionate about Goblin culture that you can help teach other Elves how to properly act." He turned his attention back to the Goddess, but was still fingering and using Elya as his personal toy.

The Goddess laughed as well, and continued to smile cheerfully. She was clearly in a better mood now she was coming round to his way of doing things. "Oh, of course. It's only polite for a Hostess to do so, after all." She bounced on her toes, shook her hips, and twerked her ass vigorously, the strings of the fishnet biting into her fatty ass, accentuating it even more. Elya showed no objection to getting fingered, just giving little giggly moans.

"And it's good you enjoy the dance. It's to show you truly understand that you want to improve. So well done, you've impressed me." He explained, the first real compliment she's gotten from the Goblin came when she humiliated herself so much.

"Ah, thank you very much. I'm glad!" The Goddess shuffled a little closer when the gross King complimented her, and continued to twerk a little longer, listening closely to his words.

"So our negotiations, let's get back to them. As the Maid correctly said yesterday. You people have nothing to offer except other Elves. So I don't care how you decide, but you'll have to send a large number to my Camp." He then scratched Elya's head, "What do you think Maid? How many Elven slaves should the Goddess send?" He asked, noticeably giving her more power in the negotiations than the Goddess, as she was already more receptive to Goblin culture.

Elya giggled again- "Ooh, uhm... Maybe 3 a week?"

He looked annoyed at Elya, digging his claw into her, "Stupid little Elf. She'll send 3 a day at least. We can then discuss if the number needs to go up or down." Even though he suggested that less Elves may eventually be required, it was clear from his confident grin that the number of required Elves would only ever go up.

"A-Ah~! Sorry High King! You're right- Three a day is a good number!" She nodded cheerfully. The Goddess looked up at her with a pout, but accepted what she said, not wanting to lose her position even further with the goblin king. After all, if he refused to see her, Saskia's supporters would probably depose her if Saskia become the recognised ruler by a foreign power as mighty as the goblin king!

The Goddess agreed. "Let's, yes." She sucked her teeth, and bit her lip. "... It is, of course, not in my interest to send elves to you- However, I do understand now that we Elves truly have... Not anything that you want. I will arrange regular visitors to your camp. Perhaps we can agree they will not be slaves, but guests! You say that Elves want to obey you anyway, don't you?" She had thought of that one last night and was very pleased with herself.

The Goblin was amused by her suggestion that the Elves would arrive as guest rather than slaves, "Fine. But if they decide to stay, you must agree, you may not force any of them to return to your kingdom." He ordered, still using Elya, teasing her cunt, fingering her and scratching along the outside.

"Of course, of course... That's obvious." The Goddess tossed her hair haughtily as she dropped into a wide, cunt-flashing, titty-baring open thighed squat at his feet, looking up with her still confident and sassy gaze- But it was obvious she was breaking down, and her eyes were becoming as vapid and glassy as her maidservants eyes always had been! Elya just kept giving little squeals and giggles as his sharp green fingers clawed and pulled at her cunt.

He could tell the Goddess wasn't pleased, but she was getting desperate to remain in power, the King knew his demands would be agreed on. "You're already apologising for the war and admitting you fucked up, so that's very good. You're also expected to allow my scientist to set up a lab here to correct any Elves that desire it." He also demanded, still leaving it up to the Elves to decide if they wanted it, not fully forcing them yet. He glared down at her, showing his complete confidence and disdain towards such an inferior creature before him, barely even seeing her as an animal as he openly and casually groped her servants body.

The Goddess waved her hand dismissively- "Well it's no bother to me what my subjects want. And certainly the war was a failure! We both know that." She was starting to pant now, after twerking for about 5 minutes... And she tentatively stopped, lowering herself back down into an open thighed squat, so that she was practically under the desk and between his legs.

The Goddess, now squatting between his thighs, could see his hard cock, a thick musk of sex and sweat came from him as he so casually used her loyal handmaiden before her, "Now since I'm kind, you may make some requests of your own. And I'll decide if they're reasonable or not." He offered, still holding such complete power over the negotiations, he spoke and acted as though he truly had won the war, but it was a stalemate, right?

The Goddess continued to hold her deep squat, her eyes crossing slightly as she couldn't help but stare at his terrifyingly thick and virile shaft, whilst her nose was assaulted violently by the powerful, pungent reek of cockmusk. "M-Mnfh- Ahem- Well, in exchange for us sending you our cultural ambassadors, I... Expect there should be an exchange on your part also! I believe some goblins should come to stay here, and... As you're so keen to take our people away, you ought to send us your high quality crafts in exchange."

"Good girl. My scientists will be arriving soon then. You shall make sure they have an appropriate room for their research and operations." He watched as she stopped twerking, he allowed her to for now and when she turned to face him, he reached out and scratched her head, treating her like a pet.

"I have already sent for my Goblin researchers to come here. They will require a large laboratory, and privacy. They don't want anyone coming in randomly and ruining their work. Only when they give permission can Elves enter. And yes, obviously you Elves will be rewarded with jewellery and gems so long as you keep up your agreement. Elves look a lot better with some piercings." He explained In a condescending manner, talking down to her.

He watched as her eyes focused on his cock, he scratched at it with his free hand, causing the shaft to sway like a hypnotic pendulum. The Goddess twitched awkwardly beneath him, noticing how much he was simply fondling her maid, barely paying attention to her, which made her womb writhe in frustration, and her eyelids flutter as she gazed vapidly up at him, and at his cock "Oh, excellent! N-Nmfh- I really am so glad! That can all be accommodated." The Goddess started to sound more enthusiastic when he mentioned jewellery and gems, her eyes sparkling a little. She couldn't help but envy the gorgeous stones now draping Elya's body. "I very much appreciate your generosity, High King."

He grinned when she just so easily agreed with him, noticing her enthusiasm at the offer of more jewellery, "Good girl. It sounds like we are going to have a very successful partnership." He said, scratching her head as she turned around.

"Well of course we are, High King! Steadfast partnership, no doubt- Nfh-" The Goddess made a weird mewling noise as he teasingly scritched her head, making her blush a little from the secret pleasure of being given headpats and scratches, sending electric quivers through her body as she twerked her fat white elfmeat in his face, skin bitten into by the ultra tight pink net.

His other hand was continuing to roughly use Elya, clawing at her cunt, "Anything to add?" He questioned the giggling Elf in his lap as he pulled his fingers away and held them up to her face, each of them dripping with her cunt slime, "Clean them Maid." He ordered, so casually exerting his dominant willpower over these two retarded Elves, a cruel grin on his face. And worse, he again asked the servant instead of the Goddess for her opinions, barely even paying attention to the Goddess. Wanting her to be desperate for his attention.

Elya sucked obediently on his fingers, her head bobbing back and forth as she did so.

The Goddess awkwardly shuffled around, so she was looking away from him- And after putting her hands on the back of her head, started to twerk again! Bouncing her pale white cheeks in his face, and enthusiastically jiggling her rump for him. "A-Ahem- I was wondering if you'd like to spend the day together, High King? I am awfully worried we haven't got off on the best foot, and I apologise for my rudeness when you first arrived. I- I do hope we could have some fun together? Perhaps go swimming again? Maybe you can teach me more of goblin culture? I-If you wish I could simply dance for you all day!" She was politically desperate, and sexually desperate... Not that she knew the second.

The King frowned. “Well, your maid and I had some business to attend to. What do you think, Pet?” He skritched Elya’s head.

Elya, sucking noisily on his fingers, spoke with a muffled voice- "Hm? Oh, I fink that'sh reawwy good! You should go and shpend time with the God- POP dess, though~!" She plorped her mouth off his fingers "You can pierce my clit later~!" The Goddess flinched in surprise but kept smiling and twerking invitingly.

At her offer, the King didn't respond yet, wanting to make her worry about his response as he gagged Elya on his fingers as she sucked them clean, making her taste a vile mix of her cunt and the sweat and grim of a goblin, "Yes, I was planning to. You go and run off, make sure all those Elves are dressed in my gifts. I'd hate to find out that they aren't really appreciating what I've given." He said, his tone threatening, sounding as though if he was displeased By any of the Elves, the negotiations could fall through.

"Yes High King! Mh~ Blrlrlr~" Elya gurgled and gargled on his thick, bony fingers, and then plopped off his lap onto her dainty little feet, and with an eager bow hurried off from him to check up on the elves- Leaving her mistress with him. The Goddess turned her head as she twerked, her eyes filled with a kind of deep, desperate attraction that she didn't herself understand. A total neediness for his approval. The MILF blushed at his insult.

As the Maid ran off, he turned his attention back to the Goddess, "A fine idea. Let's go swimming. And then we can exercise. Seems like you enjoy your feasts a bit too much." He teased, treating her the same as the other Elves - fat and ugly until they fall in line with his views.

She stood up, and coughed politely- "I'm delighted, High King- I perhaps could use some exercise, ahaha~" The dumb bitch even internalised his insult- Hardly flinching (still a little) as he wrapped his hand round her waist, and she clunked alongside him in her huge heels. The short green King laughed at her response to his insult, seeing her not even trying to refuse it now, she was slowly being broken down. Soon she'd be just another loyal set of holes for him to rape until she dies, a fitting end for any disgusting Elf.

"That's right. And for tonight's feast. Make sure there's less food available. The Elves want to wear fine Goblin clothing, but they can't with their fat bursting out." He explained, his tone again showing confident dominance over her, as if he just knew she'd agree.

"Oh, I see! Thank you for explaining that- I'll make sure everyone's on a diet while you're here." The Goddess didn't mind that after all- She had always been in favour of healthy living! Maybe these shocking goblin habits had some hidden benefits after all? Not even hidden, perhaps? That was perfectly reasonable.

"Good girl. That's what I like to hear." He responded, praising her only when she agreed completely with him, "And you're right. The Elves who refuse or make lies that they are unable to wear the clothes are directly attacking our ability to make a successful deal. You should be sure to properly discipline them."

The king then grinned sitting imperiously on his chair, and leered down at the pinked-up bimbo-to-be Goddess. "Well, about the diet. One of the important things Goblins has discovered about Elves, and one of your races most impressive traits is the fact that Elven meat is both filling and healthy." He said, casually talking about the cannibalism of her race as if it was a compliment, "Other Elves that eat the meat find that they naturally got thinner. Interesting isn't it? Now I'm not saying that you should be killing people just to feed others, but if we find someone who is causing issues for us, well, it would be a shame to just let their body waste away in prison or in the ground when they could instead have some value." He said, talking down to her, "And this is great for you, it would mean less people in cells, every kingdom wants to boast that they have an empty prison." He left out the fact that this would be because they'd be eaten instead.

The Goddess looked… Perturbed, trying to keep positive. "Oh?" She kept slowly twerking, heaving her huge dump truck up and down making it rhythmically clap, clap, clap, whilst he continued inspecting her from above, prodding her cunt with his foot, teasing her puffy pussylips through her tiny pink thong. She just listened smilingly- Vapidly- And very stupidly. "It is? Elya was telling me about this..." This handmaiden was helping him out a lot! "Wow? Naturally thinner? Gosh! Us Elves do love to be thin- We certainly have that beauty standard in common, haha. I- Well-" The Goddess almost wanted to at the thought of being able to get thin, but she blushingly shook her head- "I don't know... Well- It's a very utilitarian argument, but I'm not sure people would be content with it." The fact she wasn't refusing in disgust showed how much progress he had made though. She was clearly seeing the 'upsides'! (Fake reasons)

He noticed just how far she'd progressed in such a short time, particularly with the help of this Maid, he was impressed by how useful she was being without even needing to be told to, "Well tonight when you address the people at the feast. You tell them about the benefits and what it may mean and we hear their thoughts. If they refuse, that's perfectly fine. But give them the chance to decide themselves." He said, ordering her around again, so casually deciding on how she should rule her people

"Well, I'll make sure to present them with a reasonable argument! Us Elves like to do everything sensibly and without letting our emotions get the better of us too much, you know? It doesn't do to get all silly and confused about things!" The Goddess nodded in a self satisfied way, agreeing with his proposals again. She didn't see herself as being ordered around- But she was impressed at how much good advice this goblin was giving! He was clearly very wise.

"Such a clever girl, aren't you?" He praised her when she suggested that she'd present an argument for the Elves, "I knew you'd understand. But just remember that there are no arguments against eating Elf meat. So don't lie to them. Okay?"

"Oh, High King! You flatterer..." The Goddess laughed cheerfully, and gave him a rueful smirk- "Oh, yes, yes- Other than the fact it's... Perhaps a little ethically disturbing. Our philosophies are very advanced and complicated you see, High King."

The High King rolled his eyes, frowning down at the retarded twerking MILF beneath him. He gave her cunt a sharp KICK with his foot. "Think properly. What's so disturbing about properly punishing criminals and traitors? If you just imprisoned them, they'll eventually get out and act out all over again. By turning them into a meal, it stops them from reoffending and provides value to the community." He explained slowly, despite how complicated and advanced the Goddess believed her philosophy was, the Goblin talked down to her like a child.

"Well, when you put it like that, I suppose it does rather make sense! Hm, yes... Well... I suppose it'd better be seen if Elves even like eating Elves! After all, I am their Goddess, so they shouldn't have to worry about moral qualms if I say it's okay..." She gave a slow, thoughtful nod of agreement as the High King so easily twisted her little brain around his finger, corrupting everything she believed with such casual simplicity of argument! The Goddess allowed him to treat her like a child, since she almost felt like one, obediently still thrusting her hips about, staring blankly at the wall, whilst the nasty goblin behind her enjoyed her divine lap dance, watching her huge pale shelf of wobblemeat quaking and rippling with each impact of her globes of white assfat clapping together.

"Such excellent reasoning Goddess! Any Elf foolish enough to argue should be swiftly disciplined to stop that kind of talk." He explained, he knew Elves would stupidly follow along like the retards they were , but threatening them was always enjoyable for him.

Thwap thwap thwap - "Ah, thank you High King!" The Goddess really earnestly accepted such a demeaning compliment on her 'excellent reasoning' from the King, when she fully knew that it only meant she was a smart elf female- So still stupid. But his kind words almost made her feel that he didn't mean it that way, and she retardedly lapped up every good thing he said.

He grabbed her waist and walked with her towards the same holy pond as before, "Now you may ask me whatever questions you have about Goblin culture. I'm sure we can easily come to an agreement together." As he said that, he pulled off his clothes, standing fully naked before the Goddess, his cock on full display, thick and powerful, veins bulging from it.

"I forgot my swimming gear. I'm sure you don't mind if I just swim naked. Right?" He questioned, walking into the pond, again tainting this holy site with the Goblin filth.

Her eyes widened as he stripped naked... And she timidly shook her head. "N-Not at all! A-Ahem. I suppose I'd ask first- Is it, then, normal for nudity in goblin culture?" She took off her stilettos- Deciding to just swim with the fishnet on, she waded into the lake after him, her assets on gorgeous display.

At her question he grinned, "Yes. It is. Nudity and showing skin shows confidence, and being open to each other. That's why you Elves must wear Goblin fashion, it'll show that you and your people are willing to work with me to develop a clear and useful agreement." He explained, again making her responsible for what all of her people do, "In fact, any Elf that isn't wearing the proper clothes would be worrying, they'd basically be saying that you're wrong and that they want negotiations to fail. These Elves are the enemy, and must be appropriately handled and punished." He continued, now wanting to make the Goddess more suspicious of her own people, knowing if it worked she'd be further drawn into his way of thinking.

The lewdly dressed Goddess bobbed gently in the surface of the lake, her fatty tits semi floating on the surface of the water, and she gave smiling nods. "That makes sense I suppose, yes... We're a little more conservative here..." Again, the Goddess seemed to see this depraved sexual habit as some kind of reasonable philosophical argument now, thanks to his genius window dressing, and her abominable idiocy. She even frowned when he suggested dark treachery from her subjects. "... Gosh, I hadn't thought of that! How insightful. Mh, yes... Perhaps I had better make a proclamation this evening. Of course I believe Elves should dress as they wish, but your clothes are good quality, so anyone who wouldn't would likely be doing it for bad reasons! Thank you very much High King." She smiled gratefully.

"I'm curious, when my researchers arrive, there'll be a line of Elves wanting to be improved, will we be seeing you there?" He questioned, swimming close to her, "Your tits are better than some others. But still very small." He pointed out, groping them bouncing one in his hand to inspect it, "It would be a fantastic show of faith if you came as well. Don't you agree?"

The MILF blushed at his question, and shyly allowed him to bounce, appraise, and weigh up her titmeat, her thick titty bouncing and splashing in the water, her loose mesh of pink fishnet slipping off her nipple - It was a relief to have her nipple popped out the mesh, truth be told… It had been pinching. "Oh, haha... Well..." She was about to say no, as was her natural inclination. And then she hesitated. Saskia would surely exploit this. "I-I was considering going along for a more minor procedure, to show my support? What other kinds of, ahem... 'Improvements' do goblins offer..?"

The nasty king leered up at her, his hands continuing to weigh up her fatty breast. "Well there's many options, increasing tits and ass size is the most common ones. But they may be too intense for you." He scratched his chin and then reached up to check her lips, "A minor one would be puffing up your lips, nothing too major of course. But everyone knows an Elf with a cute pouty look is better. That's not too hard. Is it?" He offered, making small changes would be more beneficial to him for now, knowing that she wasn't fully brought down yet.

The Goddess was about to start swimming, but then he pushed her cheeks in to make her pout- And she placidly allowed him to like the silly little girl she was. "P-Perhaps, haha- Oh, a little pout? Well! Us Elves like a pout. That- Yes, that's perfect. I'll be in the queue for some lip puffing- Nothing too major, of course. Nothing hard about it! It'd be my pleasure, High King." She wriggled around in the water a bit, but not properly swimming, just looking dumb and sexy glistening and shining under the sun, her whole body seeming even jigglier when it was wet.

The Goblin gave the Goddesses thick bottom a condescending pat. "Good girl. It's a pleasure to know that you're so willing to improve yourself. Clearly you're showing yourself as being the wisest of the Elves." He said, giving her glowing praise, with it still very clearly sounding the same as an adult talking to a child.

"Oh~! Ahaha~ Really? The wisest? You're awfully generous High King. I'm always willing to improve myself." She bobbed in the water happily, looking very pleased with herself as she swam forward after him a little, her fatty assets jiggling and bouncing against the lap of the small waves.

"S-So anyway! I have another question. Uhm, tell me- How do goblins do sport, or- exercise? Oh! I'd also love to hear about why goblins seem- Ahem- So patriarchal..?"

He watched as she looked so stupid and pathetic in the water, and when she asked more of Goblin culture, "Well we exercise in many ways, most often with a partner. One of them involves the Elven servant balancing while a Goblin attempts to punch her, it both improves the Goblin's strength and the Elves ability to maintain themselves to avoid falling, which obviously helps them lose weight." He said, the explanation not even saying how that would help an Elf lose weight, "Another is through sparring matches obviously, but they often are done through having a wager as well. Some ones more specific for Elves include your lovely traditional Goblin dance, which is very valuable with many different applications. They also do pole dancing and exercises such as being used as horses, both to pull carts or carry a Goblin. Which obviously is very valuable in losing weight." He said, giving her a wide range of humiliating options.

"I see... Mh... How interesting... Mh..." The MILF made vapid noises of acknowledgement and agreement, digesting everything he was saying with curiosity. "Well~! I'd certainly be interested in a fight with a wager, haha. Or perhaps this... Pole dancing..? You'll have to explain that to me. Perhaps we could try that today, and we could have a friendly spar tomorrow?" The Goddess was eager at the thought of combat. Now she could prove how much better she was!

"As for my culture? It's simple, Goblin men have naturally developed more advanced thinking, the jewellery and clothes you love so much came from a man's mind. While women can be valuable, there hasn't been any that have truly managed to reach a Goblin's level of thought. So it's our duty to help make sure that the women are properly taken care of, they just naturally fit into a role of being servants or maids. It's simply biology. I'd be happy to allow you to read through our collection on Goblin and Elf biology." He offered.

She felt like a special little princess as he explained his paternalistic philosophy to her, and the haughty bitch couldn't help but glow inside at the precious thought of being taken care of so kindly by a strong, clever male. Her eyes widened in shock as she realised she was fantasising about being a pretty little maid, and she audibly gasped- He could see it all in her eyes. "A-Ahem~! well- That's... Interesting. I-I would like to read some books, yes..." A smile bloomed on her face.

"And of course. You can borrow my books. I have a good supply of them, so when you see how valuable they are, we can then spread them out amongst the population." He explained. He could see how she reacted to the thought of being taken care of by a man, how it was clear she was interested in it, so he kept pushing forward, "In fact many females even use the opportunity of offloading the work of decision making and ruling to finally work on their real interests. Many of my servants have gained many new valuable skills during their time serving Goblins and have developed new hobbies, such as cooking or worshiping the Gods kind enough to care for them." He continued, now directly comparing filthy Goblins to the same level as the Goddess, or even further above her.

The Goddess blushed more as he kept explaining the benefits of female subservience- And she listened closely as they walked along, her ass in his hand, and her lips formed into a girlish, innocent pout, as she consciously let him lecture her on femininity. "Oh they have? I see... After stepping down from ruling..?" She knew she was entering forbidden intellectual territory now, but she didn't want to stop! "That's rather nice for them I suppose, haha. I like to keep busy of course!" The MILF kept trying to pretend she didn't, deep down, want to just be a little subservient fuckkitten. "Thank you, yes... I'm rather interested in the research you've all done. So, goblin men take care of their females well, then? You had made it seem rather brutal with all your talk of slavery and eating..." She laughed nervously.

He nodded along as she slowly seemed to come along to his way of thinking, "Exactly. I'd hate for you or anyone else to feel as though you're doing nothing. You'd definitely be kept busy even if you decided to step down. So you shouldn't worry about that at all." He raised an eyebrow at her comment on the culture being brutal, "Haven't you been listening? The females want to be enslaved, to have the difficulty of decisions and consequences off of them, the only payment that's required is that they help look after the men who have graciously decided to care for them. And the eating is again something that they want to happen, providing value to the men who looked after them and ensured they had all they desired, a final true show of loyalty and worship." He explained, twisting the horrific actions of the Goblins into heroic causes to help care for women instead, whilst he grabbed her hair and twisted it into his hand too, roughly yanking her after him as he swam closer back to the shore, making the jiggly PAWG MILF squeal and splash in the water… And simply laugh his disrespect off with her musk addled brain.

The retarded Goddess kept listening with a secret fascination, nodding along. "Wow, I see... So women are freed from making difficult choices, and instead focus their minds on easier things like cooking and cleaning? And therefore they live happier lives? I suppose I can understand why lots of elf girls are so eager for it then..." The Goddess blushed with shame as he so easily shut down her dumb objections. To distract herself, she began washing her hair in the holy lake, slowly being corrupted by goblin musk - Although she just didn’t seem to notice. She was like a nymph in a romantic painting, bathing in her sacred pool… Whilst slutted up in pink fishnet and bikini, with a goblin crushing her wobbling assmeat. "I guess I haven't been! Haha. I see... I found that impossible to understand at first, but now I see it once we've had a civilised discussion. I do apologise again for being so confrontational before..."

The manipulative king nodded at her as she agreed with him more, and gave her ass an encouraging squeeze. "Exactly! Women aren't made for making difficult choices. It stresses them out, makes them all upset. So we give them the chance to let the weight go. To instead enjoy learning what they want to, tell me. What would you wish to do if you were no longer a Goddess?" He questioned.

"Ahaha~ Well, doesn't it stress everybody out..?" The Goddess gasped with shock- "Do men really not get stressed by big decisions??"

The Goblin laughed in amusement at her looking shocked at his comments about stress, seeing how she was clearly confused, an obvious sign of her retardation, "Such a silly question. Of course men don't get stressed out making decisions. We're made to lead, women are made to follow. It's simple biology." He explained slowly, grinning at her wish for what she'd want to do instead.

"Wow! I really had no idea! Huh... That's so... Unimaginable!" The Goddess laughed girlishly, and tossed her hair back- She had got so used to wearing so little, she felt perfectly comfortably strutting and jiggling about her palace in a tiny pink thong, nipple-covering bikini, and an ultra tight pink fishnet... With a greenskin hand scratching and groping her fat, bountiful ass. It all made sense, of course! It wasn't Elvish culture, but she was just following perfectly reasonable goblin norms.

“Come on, sugartits. I was asking you what you’d do.” The Goblin’s hand drew back and SMACKED into her wobbling rumpmeat, making her stumble forward and squeal cutely.

She pouted and hummed as she thought- "Ooh... What would I do? Gosh... Uhm... I'd like to wear beautiful clothes and lounge around all day, reading books and eating sweet things... I think!" The Goddess laughed, and waved a dismissive hand- "But I can't, I have my duties... I don't mind tha- Oomf~!" She squealed as he casually SMACKED her fat white ass, making it bounce more, and cutting the skin, leaving the Goddess panting and laughing a little.

"Good to know, jigglemeat. Don't think any of this is an insult. You're one of the smartest Elves I've met. That's something you should be proud of." The goblin king said, praising this retarded fuckdoll, knowing she'd probably thank him for such a backhanded compliment.

"Oh, thank you High King~ You're certainly the most charming goblin I met! Now- Perhaps you can teach me to pole dance..?"

As she asked more about the dancing, he grinned, "Well it's pretty simple, you use a pole to spin around it and do complex motions to strengthen your body and lose weight, plus it is also valuable in helping to show off the improvements you've made to your body. Some of the more impressive Elves even include challenges like trying to strip out of their clothes while doing the exercise, as it will also help improve their coordination. But obviously that's optional and only for Elves who really want to work out." He explained, going into more detail about some of the manoeuvres that could be completed, enjoying how vapid this Elf was and how she'd just listen to whatever advice he gave.

She listened with interest, politely nodding as they bobbed in the water together, and smiling as he explained the art of pole dancing like a lurid whore, whilst standing there innocently as his hands casually reached all over her, groping and squeezing. "I see! That sounds fascinating- No doubt you'd enjoy the stripping down part." The Goddess laughed with amusement, and tossed her hair- "I think I shall refrain from that bit for now. Where should I have this pole set up for dancing on, then?"

The Goblin King frowned, disappointed at her reluctance. "That's your decision to not do it. That's fine. And it's best doing it in an open area, somewhere with a lot of space. How about the main hall? It'll mean that there's both space and it shows others the benefit of properly working out. Something that any good leader should advertise."

"That does sound clever actually, yes~! I'll go and get a pole set up there now."
The Goddess waved a hand, and cast a spell. "There'll be one set up when we get back there I hope!" Clearly her magic wasn't even that good, then. "Hopefully others will follow the example of good health..."

The king laughed at her sounding unsure of her magic, "Well done. You'll need to get on it as soon as possible. Remember this is vital for our relations and to encourage your people, as is standard in Goblin culture. Dinner should be soon so it'll be a good way for them to see before you give your speeches." He explained, the rules of Goblin society growing every minute. Further narrowing down her independence and freedom. The Goddess just bobbed happily in the water, her fat tits floating on the surface, whilst jiggling her PAWG ass about in her tiny pink slutty outfit.

"Yes, I quite agree! Our relations are very important. I do earnestly hope our people can live peacefully in the future- You goblins have many great riches, I admit." The Goddess, by submitting to one rule, was slowly letting herself be hemmed in by him, falling ever more for his tricks and manipulations, sliding deeper into oblivious depravity.

He continued to swim through the water, still going around the Goddess to grope and tease her until he eventually walked out, standing at half her height, he still looked terrifyingly impressive, his thick cock now rock hard as he dried himself on the rags of clothes the Elves had given him, now only wearing his impressive crown as he threw the rags behind him, "Come on. Let's get to work." He again pulled her in close to him and squeezed her ass.

Her fat ass jiggled lewdly as they walked. The Goddesses face screwed up in focus, and as his sharp claws SQUEEZED her jiggle rump, she suddenly remembered. "Oh yes- And remind me- Why do you keep holding my rear, again? I remember you gave some good reason so I shan't object..."

He laughed and grinned up at her, "Think about it. You're taller than me so if I was to grab onto you, it would have to be your ass. And it's to show that we're coming to an agreement due to the closeness of our bodies obviously. I thought you would have known that." He explained, not so subtly insulting her for her question

She grinned down at him and laughed too- "I see! Yes, just think about it. You're quite right. Well that's alright then!" The Goddess walked with more of a strut now, rolling her asscheeks in his hand. As she rolled her ass cheeks in his hand, he responded by groping and slapping them, the painful claws leaving cuts as a reminder of the claim he had to her body.

Finally they returned to the main hall, the pole thankfully having appeared, the Goblin pushed her towards it, "Go on. Show me what you've learnt." Some Elves were watching curiously, confused at why this odd pole would have appeared.

The High King looked at one and ordered her, "You. Go fetch one of the criminals you have. There'll be an announcement at Dinner and the criminal will be a part of it." He shouted, taking more charge, the Elf looked ready to follow the orders, but looked to the Goddess, checking if that was what she was required to do, not fully under the Goblin's mighty confidence.

"Oh! What I've learned? Gosh... I've hardly..." The Goddess blushed, and gave an assenting nod to the elf maid to obey. The Goddess, dressed as lewdly as she was, strutted up onto the platform- And being a Goddess and incredibly physically able, started to twirl on the pole, stretching out her body, and showing off her curves.

The Goddess clapped as he watched as the Goddess lewdly spun around the pole, showing off her impressive body, shaking her ass with twerks, pressing her tits over the pole. The hall was already filling in with other Elves, with them watching in amazement at the Goddess as she danced.

Dinner started to be brought out... And much to the Goddesses annoyance, the redhead whore Saskia jiggled over- Looking deliberately girlish and stupid with her hair tied in pigtails either side of her head- "Hi Master~!" She kneeled down next to him, and stuck her ass up, in the traditional seating position for goblin slaves- Just like Empress Aurelia had sat next to him. "Thank you for cumming on me~"

The Goblin grinned down at the girlish bimbo bounced over, he reached down to grope her ass. The greenskin immediately started ignoring the Goddess, who was twirling on the pole much to the delight of her courtiers. "Oh you're here? I'd almost thought you'd died after getting fucked like that." He laughed, showing no regard for her, "But you're welcome. I hope you made sure to drink up all the spilt cum. I'm sure you wouldn't want to waste it, right?"

The redhead had been so haughty and disdainful, but she was already getting stupider thanks to the thick loads he was dumping in her throat. "Ahaha~ I'm much better than that, High KinG~~!!" She broke her voice, squealing and giggling as he CLAPPED his hand off her rump, leaving it to bounce and jiggle "No, no, I didn't waste any~ Haha~ I'm always good, High King! Aren't I?" Saskia moaned lasciviously as he fingered her.

The King listened to the cunt kneeling beside him, laughing as she said she was always good, "Oh really? I'm sure you are. That's why you're so good at listening to me. Most Elves struggle with the complex ideas. You accepted them almost immediately." He said, giving her praise for how pathetic and obedient she was.

The King spanked her hard, "Now, if you're good, I'll have more rewards for you. Some lovely jewellery and my cock in one of your other holes." He offered, his hand slipping in under her panties to finger her cunt, "Watch that Goddess bitch, she's finally going to show some proper loyalty to Goblins. Seems you have a wee rival." He teased her, laughing loudly

Saskia let her tongue loll out- "Nfh, well she's a lying bitch! I'm the best partner for the goblins, aren't I?" She stopped messing around, and sat on her haunches, giving him a pouting look "I'm way sexier than her! Aren't I? That's what Elven females should be, after all!"

"You may be sexier than her, but it's still not exactly at the level Goblins expect." He shrugged, "My scientists will be here soon, you can go to them to help improve yourself. Your tits and ass are nice, but they could always be bigger. And your lips should be puffed up, a constant pout is cute, don't you think?" He laughed and slaps her ass.

Saskia then gave another girlish giggle, and leaned in to stick her tongue out at him- "I'll even let you cum all over me right here~! Isn't that what goblins do to their petgirls at dinner~? I hear the Empress was drenched head to toe by the end of every meal~ Mmh... I envy her so much~" Saskia didn't really. He knew she was playing it up, but as long as she let him! The haughty redhead thought “Ugh… I just need to get this gross goblin to fawn all over me, and then I’ll finally be able to usurp the Goddess! All these idiotic courtiers will support me if I’m the King’s favourite - I won’t become a musk drunk slut like them…” Despite her thoughts, her body was telling a very different story.

At her offer of cumming over her, he laughed, pulling her by her pigtails under the table, banging her head against the wood as he pulled his thick warty green cock out and waved it in her face, "You're right. Pets like you need to gag on cock and be coated. Then you may be allowed to eat." He laughed and pulled her roughly onto his cock, slamming it down her throat, gagging her as he fucked her face faster, her saliva and his precum mixing together and spilling out over her, dripping down onto her fat tits. He kept watching the Goddess as he used the whore between his legs. Showing no shame at how he so roughly treated such a high member of Elven society

The Goddess gave him laughing smiles as she danced, thinking about his words. “Am I doing well High Kinggg~?” He ignored her, and she hissed with annoyance. The bimbo Goddess knew that, yes, she was going against her old standards of dress and decency. Of course, it wasn't optimal! But- Ugh! That redheaded bitch was actually trying to overthrow her, and she couldn't let that happen. It was totally logical for her to twerk for the goblin king who she was meant to be equals with, because she had to to preserve her position. She began to realise, whilst pole dancing, that she, an elven female, had been politically DOMINATED by this shrewd goblin male. Yet, she genuinely charmed by his humour and manners, even if they were rough and ready!

The redheaded cunt slurped on his cock throughout dinner, gagging on it, whilst the Goddess twerked and jiggled. Most of the other elven courtiers came out in their new skimpy dress, wearing thongs, bikinis, little miniskirts, fishnets, skintight dresses, and whatever else he'd handed them- Adorned in jewels they were cooing over too. The Goddess' speech about eating Elves was met with some fear at first… And then the High King got up on the table, and slapped her in the face.

“Shut up, you silly bitch.” The High King WHACKED her across the knees with his huge green clubcock, making her whine and fall down… And he proceeded to smear his spit and cum soaked dick all over her face, whilst explaining to the enraptured crowd of horny elf cunts why they should be his food. He just explained the logic… Whilst the Goddess burbled helplessly beneath his cock, eyes crossed… Everyone was mostly convinced! Though, truth be told, lots were just enjoying the show and their new gems, silks, tight clothes, and not listening much.

The High King surveyed the scene. He looked down at the Goddess. “You should have sucked my cock, you idiot. Saskia knows how to take care of a man.” Before the Goddess could object, he casually kicked her away from him back towards the pole, and went to enjoy his pudding, with Saskia riding in his lap, bouncing on his dick like a banshee.

The Goddess was up there twerking - He had her main rival, slutted and pierced up, bouncing on his goblin knob like she was desperate to get knocked up. He knew Saskia was ‘faking it,’ but he also knew she’d soon forget her schemes and her feigned cock addiction would become entirely real. The court was full of vapid and ditzy angel courtiers who all had the hots for him and his deep, jewel filled pockets.

Now he just had to get the Goddess to start sucking and fucking like a good girl. Once his Scientists arrived to start turning all these cunts into jiggling, drooling plastic bimbo sluts, things would really start going well…

He forced Saskia deeper onto his cock, and sat back with a relaxed yawn.

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Hey everyone! Sorry this chapter was just... A lot of yapping. I'm not sure this was interesting at all actually, I just kind of... Wrote it this way haha. I guess this is a 'worldbuilding' chapter or whatever. Hope some people enjoyed anyway! Next chapter should have more spice.