[GOBLIN'S GLORY] Chapter 43.1 Obedience Training

Estra saw his gaze fixated on the wet fabric failing to cover Martha's impressive chest. She glanced at Dink before leaning forward and tearing open Martha's shirt. Torn buttons scattered across the floor, the light sound sending goosebumps down his flesh.

He circled between the pair of women, running a clawed finger over Marth's exposed breasts, admiring the sight of her nipples becoming erect at his gentle touch. With Estra at his back, he suddenly faced her, simultaneously tearing away the fabric of her blouse with practised ease. He didn't stop there, he turned back to Martha and ripped the skirt away from her body. Addressing Estra, he looked deeply into her eyes.

"Strip," Dink commanded.

Estra held his gaze as she slowly dropped the remnant fabric of her blouse. She reached to undo her trousers before hesitating, a sly smile appearing on her face.

"I've just thought of a better idea. Martha, kneel," Estra ordered.

"Don't tell me what to do, slag," Martha defiantly growled.

"You will call me, Lady Estra. Have you got that, bitch? Now, get on all fours like the dog you are," Estra commanded, dragging her to the floor by the chain attached to her collar.

The delicate chains magically adjusted to allow Martha to catch herself. She knelt on hands and knees, allowing Dink an enticing view of her inviting hips.

"So, what was your better idea, might I ask?" Dink asked.

"I think you're going to enjoy this as much as I am, Master," Lady Estra replied, a mischievous glint in her eye.

She sat down on the edge of the bed while playfully twirling the end of the chain in one hand. With the other, she used it as support to elegantly arch her back. She flicked her pink-hued blonde hair away from her shoulders to put her supple elven breasts on display

I've never seen any elven maiden come close to rivalling Estra's tits. The absolute sheer size of them while still somehow defying gravity. The gods were truly smiling at me that day in the arena.

"Remove my pants, like the pathetic little whore you are," Lady Estra commanded, looking down her nose at Martha.

"No, who do you think you are?" Martha objected, straining against the chain in an attempt to get to her feet.

Dink helped Martha to her knees by yanking back on a fist full of her auburn hair. He leaned forward, licking the side of her neck up to her ear. The sensation caused goosebumps to form across her skin. Understanding the message he was trying to convey, she suddenly became obedient.

Tentatively biting her lip, Martha placed her hands on Estra's waist. Estra slowly brushed her fingertips over her navel, seductively biting her tongue while smirking in delight at her new game. Dink's eyes became fixated on her hands as they lightly travelled down to the top of her hips. She suggestively unbuttoned her trousers, allowing Martha to begin removing them. She carefully peeled off Estra's form-hugging attire.

It seems even women aren't immune to Estra's charms. I can smell the scent of Martha getting aroused from sliding down Estra's trousers.

He enjoyed the thickness of Martha's soft thighs kneeling on the floor in front of Estra reflected in the mirror on the wall. She was a large set woman with large breasts and wide hips, yet somehow blessed with a flat stomach that looked inviting to the touch.

The moment she peeled off Estra's form-hugging attire, Dink suddenly plunged his fingers inside Martha's soaked peach, eliciting a gasp in surprise. She looked over her shoulder with eyes alight in delight.

Estra's lips were slightly parted with longing, drinking in the sight of Martha’s voluptuous figure. She reached behind Martha’s head, turning her face back toward her. Unable to resist, Estra leaned in for a deep kiss, their tongues dancing together inside Martha’s mouth. Estra pushed Martha away with a hand on her jaw, leaving her gasping for more.

“Spread my knees apart,” Lady Estra commanded with a haughty expression.

“Yes, Lady Estra,” Martha replied, testing the sound of it on her tongue.

She crawled forward, giving Dink an invigorating view of her obediently on all fours. She gave him a demure glance over her shoulder, smiling coyly. Her hands slid down from Estra’s waist, gliding over her immaculate thighs as she mimicked her motion from earlier, pausing her hands at Estra’s knees. Estra’s breathing became laboured in response.

“I didn’t say you could stop, bitch,” Lady Estra said, reaching down and lifting Martha’s chin with a finger, giving her a disgusted snarl.

Martha didn’t say a word as she gently parted Estra’s thighs, exposing her dripping peach to view. Dink inhaled deeply, the flowery aroma of their arousal mixing together was intoxicating. He unbuckled his bastard sword, tossing it carelessly to the side. It was followed shortly after by his ragged clothes. He stood naked behind Martha, proudly putting his impressive phallus on display.

Estra made eye contact across Martha’s kneeling figure, smiling suggestively. She arched her back while kneading her supple breasts together, running her delicate hand over her enticing belly to the inside of her delicious thighs. Her tongue escaped her mouth, wetting her panting lips. Maintaining eye contact with Dink, Estra grabbed a handful of Martha’s hair.

“Do it,” Lady Estra commanded them both, pulling Martha’s head between her thighs.

They both seductively moaned as Dink inserted his manhood inside Martha’s inviting peach. The feeling of his rock-hard phallus entering her drove Martha wild. She hungrily lapped at Estra’s crotch, leaving it glistening with saliva. Dink thrust forward with Estra simultaneously pulling her face deeper. The quiet room was filled with the sounds of panting and flesh slapping against flesh.

Dink comfortably gripped the inside of Martha’s hips, his claws lightly digging in as she pushed back with a heavy moan of pleasure. It was muffled from being buried between Estra’s thighs by her fingers laced through her auburn hair.

Estra bit her lower lip, staring down at Martha through hooded eyes. Her moans became erratic when she started grinding her hips against Martha’s tongue. Dink’s thrusting increased in intensity with his eyes fixated on Estra’s gyrating stomach, the force sending jiggles through Martha’s thick ass. Estra held her breath, her stomach sucking in like a vacuum as she froze. A moment later, her tensed body relaxed, buffeted by waves of shaking as she reached climax.

The fingers tangled in Martha’s hair changed to pushing her face away. Martha resisted, keeping her tongue dancing between Estra’s thighs to prolong her orgasm. The situation must have triggered something for her. Almost immediately, Martha’s knees pressed tightly together, pushing backward into Dink as her chest collapsed to the floor with a gasp. She reached back with cuffed wrists to grip Dink’s hips, pulling him deeper until her face collapsed weakly into the floor.

She remained in that position while Dink thrust into her, building in momentum. Estra climbed off the bed and kneeled beside Martha. She reached down with both hands, enticingly spreading apart Martha’s ass to allow for easier access. Dink leaned down, tangling a hand in Estra’s hair, he kissed her while deeply fucking Martha into a mindless mess.

“I need your seed, Master. Give it to me,” Estra breathed, her eyes opened wide with fanaticism.

The words pushed Dink over the edge. He quickly pulled out of Martha, while stroking his phallus. Estra placed her tongue against the tip of his penis, ready to catch his seed. She didn’t need to wait long. The moment he reached the climax, she clamped her soft lips over his cock, drinking every last drop of his ejaculation. The moment it passed her lips, Dink felt his Draconic bloodline awaken for the briefest moment, sending out a signal through the mana into the surrounding area.