Chapter 2

The only thing standing between the humans and the goblin village was the armored figure. Clad in thick fae forged steel from head to toes, the visor in their helmet glowed faintly, and their long, elegant, two handed sword was grasped in gauntled fingers. Sprawled in unlovely death, crimson life fluid spilling from a split throat, was the first human who had rushed towards them with more eagerness than skill.

“So...” A plucky voice came ringing from the chest of the armored suit. “Which of you big boys want to taste my steel next, huh?”

“W-What is a knight doing here?” one of the human men growled, slapping his club against his palm.

“Fled before the kingdom fell, I’m sure...” Another human male spat. “Noble copperfucker.”

“You have armor, and you stand between us and the greenskins, when you should be splitting their heads from their bodies?” the leader of the small band – the only one who had any armor to speak of and an actual blade – called out. “What kind of man are you?”

“I am no man,” the knight said.

And before their eyes, the armored chest piece of the armor slid down, as if it was a recessed folding door. Hissing smoke and steam poured from tiny actuators while mana-crystals were tapped and pushed to their limits. The complex gearworks that was in the place of flesh and sinews was as sophisticated as the interior of a clock, and it surrounded a narrow throne with two crossing straps that hemmed the twelve inch tall figure into the heart of the armor. She was nearly naked, dressed in nothing a sleeveless tunic and tight shorts. Her wings – long and gossamer dragonfly wings – were carefully slotted into sleeves behind her throne, while her arms clung to an alarming array of levers, dials and other controls. The interior of that armor seemed to be quite hot, as sweat beaded and ran down her muscular arms, glistening against tattoos of snarling dragons, blades, and winding thorns.

Her antenna flicked and she lifted her chin with a grin. “Twinklewing Glitterdust, Armorite, first class, lance leader of the 6^th Armorite Division! But you can call me by my callsign ... Estoc! And lets make this fair. Lets leave the thronepit open.” She puffed out a fierce sigh. “It’s hot work, sending up crawlies like you.”

“We just need to stab the little fairie and that armor goes down!” one of the men said.

Estoc rolled her eyes. “Well, duh.”

The men started to advance. Their leader tossed his sword from hand to hand, then stabbed at her thronepit. She parried his blade, locked hilts, twisted and sent his sword flying. The pommel of her sword crashed into his nose, shattering it and sending him sprawling upon the ground in a spurt of blood, while his mates rushed her left and right. One grabbed onto the left arm of her armor, while another simply tried to yank her from the thronepit. She smirked as his fingers got caught in the dangerous gearing, and he yanked his hand back – while the man grabbing her arm was scalded by a gush of steam she released with an expert twiddle of a control.

That gave her room to drive the gauntlet-fist of the right arm into a man’s face, then slash two down with a single sweep of the longsword. They sprawled and the remaining men turned and ran, screaming in fear and horror.

“Pfah!” Estoc spat, then kicked one of the downed men – the leader, whose nose was broken but who was still able to stand and walk. “Get out of here.”

The survivors dragged their wounded and dying away, while lusty cheers bloomed from the village behind Estoc. She turned and began to walk her armor over, enjoying not only the cheers, but the eager looks from the goblins lasses.

“Thank you, Estoc,” the mayor of Knickertheif – named, as most goblin towns were, with their somewhat irreverent attitude – said as she bowed low to the armor. Thanks to the thronepit being open to the air and the posture of the generously curved gobliness, Estoc got a downright perfect view down the filmy white gown that the goblin wore, and she could just barely catch the hint of her dark green nipples. Estoc slid her tongue along her lips, while the other goblins started to chatter among one another.

“Well, uh, it’s what we Armorites do,” she said. “When elves are too busy being stuck up their own asses, we get shit done.” She sniffed, her antennas quivering. “So, Mayor ... uh...” She twiddled a button and rubbed the fingers of her armor together in a little hint. The mayor chuckled, then smiled.

“We can discuss your payment Armorite, once you’ve had a chance to bathe. I’ll have my three daughters prepare something very special for you,” She said, her gold on black eyes glittering warmly. Estoc slid her tongue along her lips slowly, as the three goblin girls – one curvy, one slender, and one stocky and muscular – stepped up to flank their mother. They were all each as tempting as the other. Estoc, who had never made her interest in female graces subtle, shifted from leering to oggling.

“Well, uh, that sounds like a good way to, uh, to ... get to the bottom of things...”

Shortly, Estoc was sprawled in a bowl normally used for soup, with water at precisely the right temperature, her naked body sprawled in the water and her eyes half closed, sighing happily. Around her, the goblin daughters of the mayor were all sitting in their prettiest, most plunging dresses. The amount of green skin being shown was positively ... verdant. Estoc took the thimble full of well brewed sun elf ale with one hand and grinned.

“So, uh, any of you girls have boyfriends?” she asked.

The girls giggled. The curvy one murmured. “And what if we did, Lady Glitterdust?”

Estoc snorted. “Please, ladies, lades...” She held up one hand, her antennas flicking playfully. “Lady Glitterdust is my mother. I’m just Estoc.”

The girls cooed eagerly.

“Well, I’m Glenda,” the curvy gobliness said.

“I’m Gertrude,” the slender gobliness said.

“I’m Gretchen,” the muscular gobliness said.

“And your mother was Gillian,” Estoc said, quietly. “Family tradition?”

“No, Daddy is just uncreative and likes Gs,” Glenda said, chuckling. She shivered slightly. “I do feel ... a mite overdressed, though...” Her finger went to the edge of her spaghetti strap and she bit her lower lip, her eyes shimmering as she looked down at Estoc, her long, long, long ears flattening back against her head invitingly. Estoc watched intently as Glenda slid her strap sloooowly over one green shoulder, which allowed her filmy dress to fall forward and expose one tit that was easily bigger than Estoc’s entire body.

Estoc, of course, was a woman who knew how to appreciate abundance. No artificial scarcity for an Armorite of her skill.

“Mmm, lean over, give mama a taste of that sugar...” Estoc purred. Glenda giggled, then placed her hands to either side of the soup bowl, leaning forward. Her breast swayed before Estoc, who leaned up and managed to take the entire nipple into her mouth – straining her jaw to do so.

“Mmm!” Glenda moaned, while her sister Gertrude started to slide her own dress off. Her tits were a lot smaller than her sister. Of course, being a goblin to Estoc’s fairy frame, that was still a lot of titty for Estoc. Glenda, then, took up all of her attention by drawing back and away, then leaning down and offering her lips for a kiss. Kissing a goblin when you were a fourth their size was tricky, but Estoc knew that there was kissing, then there was kissing. She kissed along Glenda’s lower lip, then her upper, whispering the whole time as she did so.

“Mmmm, mama thinks you’re just the hottest gobbo I’ve ever seen. Gimmi some more sugar, baby...” She kissed her tongue as Glenda slid it out, and then Estoc pulled back, grinning as she flicked her hand. “Lay back, I wanna get in that pussy.”

“Uh, all the way?” Glenda asked, then squeaked as her sisters playfully grabbed her arms and hauled her back.

“You’ve never been fucked till a fairie’s done it,” Estoc said, laughing as she padded from the soup bowl, dripping along the bed sheets. Glenda’s thighs spread to either side of her like a delicious valley, while Gertrude and Gretchen used their hands to yank their sister’s skirts up and reveal her sodden panties, clinging to the folds of her sex. Estoc breathed in her feminine musk, then grabbed onto the panties with both hands and yanked to the side, revealing the goblinoid’s slit. She kissed the clit – unlike some people, Estoc was able to find the clit almost immediately, while her hand shoved into the folds of the girl’s pussy. She grinned wickedly, bending forward to kiss along the inner edge of Glenda’s thighs, while her fist worked into the girl’s cunt.

Glenda gasped and moaned, her eyes half closing. “T-That ... I ... I never expected a fairie to feel so ... filling!” She moaned.

“People always assume we’ll use fingers,” Estoc said, her voice amused. “Like cowards.” Her antennas twitched. “The only people more cowardly than that are those that have to try and overcome the size difference with magic.” She snorted, then nibble gently on the curvy girl’s cute green button – Glenda whined and mewed, her back arching as she grabbed onto her sister’s hands for support.

“Wait, you could grow larger?” Gertrude asked, her eyes widening, while Gretchen simply reached her hand between her thighs to rub her sopping wet green cunt.

“If I wanted to learn magic like a fucking nerd,” Estoc muttered, leaning forward to lick and nuzzle Glenda’s clitty, her fist working faster and faster. She had found the goblin girl’s G-spot, and she didn’t even need to push her arm in that far. She grinned as she felt the cunt feathering around her as Glenda’s gasps grew sharper and fiercer, her back arching again and again as she whimpered and bit her lower lip, clearly trying to not scream in pleasure. “C’mon, baby, give mamma her squirt. Bathe me properly!”

“OhhhhhhhHHH!” Glenda screamed out and her cunt tightened around Estoc’s forearm. Estoc, used to this kind of thing, shifted into position to get positively hosed down by the thick squirt of delicious, tangy girlcum that spurted from Glenda’s eager pussy. She laughed as she was splashed down, liquid dripping from her breasts, her mouth opening to catch as much as she could.