VENTI - Towergirls: The Quail & The Kingpin (Patreon)

Hey! Here's the third iteration of the Quail series, as the prince travels to the land of the goblins. Enjoy!

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The Quail Prince continued his travels, making customary stops at the local kingdoms. He had been to frigid peaks and towering treetops, and while they were exotic sights to see, he was glad to find somewhere a bit more mundane.

His journey took him to the Fertile Factory, homeland of the goblins. It was a thriving city and trade hub, with gold being traded between many races. Traders from many of the intelligent races shopped and bartered in the streets, though some wore the chains or humble garb of slaves. The prince had been assured that he would remain safe from any such dealers looking for a new avian servant, so he turned a blind eye to the short race’s culture.

The green creatures were slightly smaller than the prince himself but made up for it with generous curves beneath their loose and revealing clothes. A chubby little guard goblin led him through the streets with her clanky and minimalistic armor used to entice and distract as much as protect. Slender eyes and impish smiles marked most of the faces who pitched and peddled whatever they had to offer the passing prince.

The Quail Prince found himself led to a building of wood and stone in the upper end of town. He would have mistaken it for an inn on the outside, but when the guard waved him in, he saw that it was simply a grand home. There was a single open lounge with stairs leading upward and its main floor lined with cushy furniture and pieces of art, family crests and other status symbols in every direction he could look.

“Welcome, your highness! We’ve been expectin’ you!” trilled a high but loud little voice.

A goblin in a fluffy fur coat appeared in one of the open doorways. She had short, greenish-brown hair that was tied up in the back in a simple knot. Her smile poked out from the furry collar, the very tips of her fangs peeking out from her lips. Her puffed up coat and fine, tall boots provided little view of her actual figure, making her one of the more modestly dressed goblins he had seen in the city. It was almost as if she had nothing to prove.

A pair of goblin maids bowed on either side of the doorframe she had come from, bobbing their cleavage in a set of subservient jiggles.

“I didn’t expect so much hospitality,” Quail Prince confessed.

“For a royal guest? It’s the least I could do,” the wealthy goblin insisted. “I’m the Goblin Kingpin, and it’s great to have ya here.”

Considering how rich and influential she clearly was, the Kingpin wasn’t behaving any more distinguished or noble than any other goblin that Quail Prince had passed in the streets. 

“The pleasure is mutual,” the avian noble replied politely. “I understand you’re a busy woman, after all.”

“I keep things runnin’,” the goblin shrugged, making her big coat bob around her. “But what good’s all that business without a bit of pleasure? Come on. I can show you to your room.”

The Quail Prince followed the Goblin Kingpin as she trotted up the steps ahead of him. He found himself taking a few steps in one stride with the place being built to house smaller creatures, so they quickly arrived at her guest room. It was as luxurious as to be expected, housing a canopy bed with several pricey baubles around the room. A few paintings of unspecified goblins were hung up in fine frames. With goblins being goblins, most of them were tasteful nudes.

“You’ll be spendin’ the night here. Under my personal protection of course,” the merchant lord explained.

“And by personal, do you mean…” Quail Prince started. Before he could speculate any further, he turned and saw the Goblin Kingpin drop her fur coat. She wore nothing underneath besides a small black thong, leaving her enormous breasts to bounce around freely. With her short height and intense curves, the green jugs were thick enough that they bobbed around her waist.

“I mean VERY personal,” the goblin hostess purred.

As the third time this sort of thing had happened, Quail Prince could hardly be surprised by this revelation. His avian erection perked up instantaneously at the offer.

“Then I think I’m ready for an early bed today,” the prince replied, feigning a weary stretch.

“Dang right are,” the Kingpin confirmed for him. “Now pants off and let’s get down to business.”

The Quail Prince stripped out of his clothes to match the goblin’s informal attire. The curvy green beauty pounced on top of him, the Kingpin pinning him to the bed beneath her top-heavy body. She leaned in to pepper his beak with excited smooches while her wobbling breasts squashed and spread out across his feathery chest.

The Goblin Kingpin squeezed her thighs around the prince’s legs, corralling his cock between her own. Her stocky hips pushed into him repeatedly, the weight of her jiggling breasts and booty adding a swinging leverage to each following hump. The goblin gave a trilling purr of delight as she stuffed his noble erection inside her and confidently rammed it into her clit.

The prince made what effort he could to reciprocate, but the Goblin Kingpin had him… well, pinned. Her plump breasts overflowed his chest at the height of her thrusts, bumping her cleavage and hard nipples into his chin. 

“If you’re lookin’ to repay my hospitality,” the dominant goblin advised. Her thick thighs squeezed around him to briefly press his cock as deeply as it would go inside her. 

“Nothin’ sells quite like sex. They don’t call it the Fertile Factory for nothin’.”

“I see that,” the Quail Prince gasped as the overseer wiggled her hips, shaking his cock around inside her. He left a thin trail of precum inside her, streaking it around the goblin’s pussy until the rough riding proved too much to bear. With a startled chirp, the prince arched his back and thrust up into her. Only then did she budge at all, being lifted into the air by his plowing hips.

“My word,” the prince sighed as he collapsed back into the bed. “I can’t say I was expecting it, but you goblins do know how to give a warm welcome.”

“Well that was just the warmup for that welcome,” the Goblin Kingpin snickered as she climbed off of her sudden lover. “After all, any goblin would tell ya a female’s more fertile if she’s the one to cum first.”

“Oh.” The Qual Prince’s feathers ruffled at the implication but he didn’t want to be rude to his hostess. “Well if you would offer me a few moments to rest and recover, I would be glad to…”

“Ah there’s no need for that. I gotcha covered.”

The kingpin clapped her hands and a moment later, the doors swung open. The maids that had been around when she was introduced quickly hurried diligently into the room. The kingpin swung her legs over the edge of the bed and casually spread them apart. The first maid knelt in front of her and buried her face in between her legs, where the prince could hear her messily eating out her creampied pussy.

The other maid climbed into bed beside him, pushing her breasts into his arm as she grabbed hold of his softening cock.

“Oh you really don’t have to,” Quail Prince started to excuse but her warm and firmly fondling hand was already working its magic. Her masterful massage had his tiring dick perking up in moments as she kneaded his balls and rubbed her breasts enticingly up his side.

“Well, if you insist,” he muttered as he leaned back on his feathered hands.

“Knew you’d see it my way,” the Goblin Kingpin mused, wrapping her legs around her personal maid’s head. “Everybody does eventually.”

With a sharp intake of air, she thrust her hips out into her maid’s face. With a brief but intense shudder, she sent a hot gush of cum into the maid’s face. She quietly licked it up while staying on her knees, lapping at her thighs until the goblin noble simply crawled back over to the prince.

“I can take the guy from here,” Goblin Kingpin instructed, treating the feathered noble with her same dismissively casual tone. “You two can help yourselves to the scraps.”

“Thanks, boss!” the maid that had been rekindling his erection chirped. She backed off as the kingpin plopped her thick green ass into Quail Prince’s lap, abruptly stuffing him into her warm, wet pussy. Her ass clenched and bounced as she rode his cock again, this time bumping her booty into his lower body. As her cheeks swallowed up his lap, the maids suddenly shoved at his chest. They climbed on top of him before he could ask what they were up to. One straddled his beak and ground over the smooth surface. The other mounted his chest, grinding the bare pussy beneath her maid uniform over his chest as she kissed her fellow servant. The shuddering royal could only moan and lick against one maid’s pussies as all three ladies rode on him, rubbing their musky juices over him like they were in heat.

Whether by some coordination or just a shared excitement about their orgy, all three goblins joined in a heated squeal. Just as Quail Prince orgasmed into his hostess, the shortstacks’ curvy hips clenched and gushed another wave of cum over his body. Their high-pitched cries faded into sighs as the Goblin Kingpin gave a firm wiggle of her hips, making sure she milked every bit of cum out of him before she slid back off. With another snap of her fingers, the maids obediently hopped off the breathless bird.

“Hope you liked a sample of the local goblin customs,” the kingpin noted playfully as she slid her coat back on. The Quail Prince nodded, even as he sucked down fresh air after being smothered under the three thick asses.

“Poifect. Then I’ll call ya when it’s time for dinner. Then I expect youse to join us for some dessert.”

With a final wink, the goblin boss and her servants left the prince to settle into his new quarters.