"Interview? Hmmmmmm..."
He scratched his chin and considered his next move.
"Yes!" Ava said, her mind seizing on the idea as she sat up, flushed, breasts wobbling in her bra, her eyes flashing in excitement. "I mean, all the stories published in the papers are from the perspective of the hero. But what about the villains, hm? Who tells their stories? I mean, other than lonely girls who think leather is kinky. But here we’ve got a chance to get it right from the horse’s mouth!"
"What horse have do with this?" Gherkin said.
"Figure of speech, master," Amaria said, sitting up beside Ava, the sight of the two eager, curvy elven beauties making Gherkin’s cock throb. "She wants to hear about all your incredible accomplishments. The ones that make you such a wonderful master, and so worthy for me to bear his young..."
Gherkin eyed his slave, seeing her wink. His brain sparked, the promise of sex and breeding helping the synapses fire significantly, and he grinned widely as he grasped her meaning.
"Hmm," Gherkin said, rubbing his chin. "Well, me not like brag, but me pretty impressive goblin," Gherkin said, adjusting his belt around his gut before giving the hefty mass a slap, sending it wobbling. "See me belly? Only really big chief gets belly like this!"
"I’ve heard goblins get fatter as they rise in rank," Ava said. "So it’s true?"
"Oooh yes! Gut mean me very important goblin. You know why? Because me smart! Me lead tribe good!"
"I see!" Ava said, digging out her pad and frantically scribbling notes down. "Of course! Most goblins are so scrawny. No wonder a fat one is high in rank!"
"Absolutely," Amaria said, rising, swaying to Gherkin’s side and kneeling beside the corpulent goblin.
She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, looking at him with adoration. "Gherkin has proven such a mighty, brilliant chief for his tribe. Haven’t you, darling?"
Gherkin laughed, his gut wobbling as he looped an arm around his breeder slut. "Oooh, me not like brag. But me pretty much smartest goblin ever! Me have to be. Lots of humans and ’heroes’ want kill goblins."
"Isn’t that because you raid villages?" Ava asked.
"Ha!" Gherkin scoffed, plopping down onto a crude throne, Amaria kneeling beside him, petting his bald head as he gesticulated. "You think that why goblins raid towns? But what if I tell you maybe we raid towns because humans kill goblins! Eh?"
"I never thought of it that way," Ava said.
"Yeah!" Gherkin snorted. "And humans have best sluts! It not fair. Ladies not give goblin cock a chance unless we kidnap. Then they discover how gooood feels."
"It does feel wonderful," Amaria cooed, her hand moving into Gherkin’s lap, twitching open his breeches and drawing out the warty knobbiness of his shaft.
"Y-yeah, I know," Ava said, blushing hotly as the other elf began to stroke him.
"Mmm. Yeah! So see, we victims of... mmm... of circumstance," Gherkin said, his breath growing deeper as Amaria’s skilled hand began to stroke him. "Mmm. And heroes... oooh... heroes come and kill us just because of that? It not fair. We not evil. We just... ah... we just not understood good."
Ava nodded, writing faster, though she couldn’t quite keep her pen to the paper.
Her eyes kept wandering back to the lurid scene taking place on the makeshift throne.
Amaria’s hand stroking Gherkin’s warty little cock, the tubby goblin moaning, sinking into his seat, smiling blissfully as the lovely elf worked him. Ava nibbled her lower lip, realizing that she’d stopped writing.
"And what... what evil, anyway?" Gherkin moaned. "We evil just because we green and humans not want us fuck their women? It not fair. We pushed into that. They decide we evil and slay us. So we have to be evil. It all um..."
"Cyclical, my master," Amaria cooed into his ear.
"Yeah! That," Gherkin panted. "Sick... micle... mmmm."
Ava swallowed hard.
It was growing increasingly difficult to focus on the story, and not on the goblin’s cock and the lovely, buxom, milky elf leaning against him, her naked curves bronzed in the light of the fire, her hand moving with lazy, aching certainty up and down the goblin’s cock.
"Ava?"
"W-wasn’t staring!" Ava gasped, jerking her attention back to Amaria.
The silver haired elf smiled knowingly. "I was just noticing, Ava, that Gherkin has been delightful in telling you everything you wanted to know. But you haven’t been repaying him in any way. Now, does that seem fair?"
"Oh! Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced! Of course, it’s worth at least a few fuck bucks."
"Fuck wha?" Gherkin moaned from atop his throne.
"Exactly," Amaria said, gently tilting Gherkin’s head before he could say anything else, her large, milky breast pressed to his lips, something the goblin didn’t fail to notice as his eyes lit up, and his lips latched on to the stubby nipple. Amaria moaned softly, her lashes fluttering as she arched, pressing her breast further against the goblin chief’s hungry lips. "Mmm... It only seems... ah... fair that you... oooh, master... that you reward Gherkin for being so... ah... so forthright. Hm?"
"Yeah," Ava said vaguely, her eyes glued to the torrid scene, eyes slowly running down the goblin’s paunch and to his warty cock, still jutting up from his pants like a pickle. "Yeah, gotta... gotta pay my sources..."
"Go on, Ava. Mmm. Show master what you can do..."
Ava swallowed, sliding her pad and quill into her pockets without looking. All of her considerable attention was captured by the lurid scene taking place atop the throne.
She scuffed her knees in the dust of the ruins as she crawled towards the goblin and the elf.
The smell of Gherkin’s cock made her sensitive senses spin.
She found herself kneeling between the goblin’s legs, at the foot of his throne, his warty cock twitching an inch from her lips. Then she leaned in, and took him in her mouth.
"Mmmm!" Gherkin moaned into Amaria’s breasts, his hips bucking with pleasure as the elf began to obediently bob, her soft lips running up and down his bumpy shaft.
"Mhmmm..." Ava moaned softly, her movements becoming surer. More eager. Her lashes fluttered as she reached between his legs and cupped the goblin’s balls, gently rolling those stones in her fingers as she lovingly bobbed.
"That’s it," Amaria hummed, the shapely elf watching with lidded, attentive eyes, her hands stroking Gherkin’s head. "Is she good, master? Are her lovely elven lips good on your warty little cock? Oh mighty Gherkin, look at you. Being pleasured by two elves at once? How lucky you are."
"Mmhmmm," Gherkin moaned, milk dribbling down his chin as he thrust up into Ava’s bobbing mouth.
"But you deserve it, mighty Gherkin," Amaya continued. "You deserve it for being such a powerful, strong goblin chief! So mighty with your two elven sluts. Good breeding slaves adoring you. Oh master... my wonderful master..."
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