Chapter 13: The Throne Room Exhibition
The morning light—or what passed for it in the deep caverns of the Goblin King's domain—filtered through cracks in the obsidian ceiling, casting pale shafts of amber across the tangled bodies on the furs.
Candy woke first.
Her body ached in ways that made her smile before she even opened her eyes. The deep, satisfied throb between her thighs. The tenderness in her jaw. The faint sting of dried saliva on her cheeks. She stretched, her massive tits pressing against the furs, and felt the sticky residue of the night before clinging to her skin.
Beside her, Moraya stirred. The purple-haired woman rolled onto her back, her own enormous breasts swaying with the movement, and groaned.
"Fuck," Moraya muttered. "What time is it?"
"Does it matter?"
"Probably not."
Candy propped herself up on her elbows, her blonde-and-pink hair falling in tangles around her shoulders. The long acrylic nails on her fingers caught the light, glittering like tiny daggers. She'd broken two of them during the night—one on the furs, one on Thresh's back—and she'd need to have them replaced.
Worth it.
Thresh was already gone, his side of the bed cold. The Goblin King rose before dawn, always. He had a kingdom to run, wars to plan, a magical barrier to brood over. But he'd left something behind—a small purple mark on Moraya's shoulder, a love bite on Candy's neck, the lingering scent of his musk on the furs.
"He's always leaving before we wake up," Moraya said, sitting up and stretching her arms above her head. Her spine popped. "I miss waking up to his cock already hard between my legs."
"You're insatiable."
"Look who's talking."
Candy laughed, a low, throaty sound. She crawled across the furs and pressed her lips to Moraya's, a slow, lazy kiss that tasted of sleep and last night's sex. Moraya's hands found her tits, cupping them, squeezing them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive nipples.
"We could go again," Moraya murmured against her mouth.
"We could. But Thresh wants us in the throne room this afternoon."
"Right. The feast."
Candy pulled back, her eyes glinting. "The chieftains are coming. All of them. The warriors too. He wants us to make an impression."
Moraya's lips curved into a wicked smile. "What kind of impression?"
"The kind that makes them understand exactly who we are. What we are. To him. To the kingdom."
"His Whore Queens."
"His Whore Queens."
Moraya climbed off the bed and crossed to a stone basin filled with water. She splashed her face, washing away the dried sweat and other fluids, then reached for a jar of scented oil. Her routine was elaborate now—the privileges of a queen. She rubbed the oil into her skin, making it gleam, then began to work on her hair, taming the purple tangles into something manageable.
Candy watched her, still sprawled on the furs like a satisfied cat. She loved watching Moraya move—the way her body curved, the way her massive ass swayed, the way her reflection shimmered in the polished obsidian walls.
"You're staring."
"You're beautiful."
Moraya turned, her eyes softening. "So are you."
They dressed together, though "dressed" was a loose term in the Goblin King's court. Candy chose a black leather harness that framed her tits rather than covering them, the straps cutting across her torso and leaving her nipples exposed. A matching thong stretched over her hips, barely containing her thick ass. She laced up thigh-high boots that made her legs look endless.
Moraya went with something similar—dark purple silk that draped over her curves like liquid, revealing more than it concealed. Her massive tits threatened to spill out with every movement. Her own thong was a scrap of black lace, absolutely useless for anything except making men drool.
They didn't wear makeup. That was for special occasions.
The throne room was already beginning to fill when they arrived.
Goblins—hundreds of them—packed the cavern, their guttural voices echoing off the high stone ceiling. The bioluminescent fungi cast everything in shades of sickly green, their light dancing across jagged stalactites and the fused-bone throne where Thresh sat waiting.
The air reeked. Damp rot, old blood, and the sharp, animal musk of too many bodies in too small a space. The floor was slick with something Candy didn't want to identify, and the chieftains had already begun to drink—flagons of dark mead passed from clawed hand to clawed hand.
Thresh looked magnificent.
His scarred green skin gleamed in the fungus light. His amber eyes swept the room with predatory patience. He wore simple black leather, but it was his presence that made him terrifying—that coiled, explosive power of a Level 60 monster who had crushed armies and burned villages.
He saw them enter.
His expression didn't change, but something in his eyes—something dark and hungry—flickered.
"Ah," he said, his voice cutting through the noise. "My queens."
The room quieted. Hundreds of goblins turned to look.
Candy felt their eyes on her—on her massive tits, her thick ass, her long, impractical nails, the curve of her hips, the invitation between her thighs. She felt the weight of their gaze, the raw, animal hunger.
She loved it.
Moraya took her hand, their long nails clicking together, and together they walked toward the throne. Their hips swayed. Their tits bounced. Every step was a performance, and they knew it.
"The feast is for you," Thresh continued, his voice rumbling through the cavern. "For my two Whore Queens. I have been asked—demanded, actually—by my chieftains to show them exactly why you hold your positions. Why I trust you with my bed. My body. My kingdom."
"What do you propose?" Moraya asked, her voice silky.
"I propose," Thresh said, "that you show them what you are."
The chieftains rumbled their approval. On the edges of the room, warriors pounded their chests.
Candy smiled. "Here? In front of everyone?"
"Is that a problem?"
"No." She turned to Moraya, her eyes glittering. "No, I don't think that's a problem at all."
They didn't need to discuss it. After weeks of sharing a bed—of learning each other's bodies, of understanding each other's desires—they moved in perfect synchronization.
Moraya reached into a nearby stone chest and withdrew a carved stone dildo—a gift from one of the chieftains, long and thick and polished smooth. It had been used before, in this very room, but never quite like this.
Candy took it from her, gliding her long nails along the smooth surface. She looked at the gathered goblins, at Thresh on his throne, at the hundreds of eyes fixed on her.
Then she yanked Moraya forward by the hair and kissed her.
The goblins howled.
It was a brutal kiss—teeth and tongues and raw hunger. Candy bit Moraya's lip and tasted her black blood. Moraya's long nails dug into Candy's shoulders, scratching red lines across her skin. They devoured each other.
Candy pulled back. "On your hands and knees."
Moraya dropped willingly, her massive tits pressing into the slick floor, her ass presented to the crowd. The purple-haired woman looked back over her shoulder, her eyes heavy with desire.
"Show them," Candy said. "Show them what I'm going to do to you."
She knelt behind Moraya, the stone dildo in her hand. She didn't bother with preparation—Moraya was always ready—and dragged the tip of the stone through her cunt, slicking it with her juices.
"This is what a queen looks like," Candy announced, her voice carrying across the cavern. "This is what devotion looks like. This is what it means to be Thresh's."
She slid the dildo inside.
Moraya screamed. The sound echoed off the obsidian walls, raw and primal and utterly shameless. Her hips bucked, trying to take more. Her massive ass pressed back against Candy's hand.
Candy began to move it. Slow at first, twisting, turning, feeling the way Moraya's cunt clenched around it. Then faster. Harder. Fucking her with the same brutal rhythm they'd learned from their king.
"How does it feel?" Candy demanded.
"Good," Moraya gasped. "Gods, it feels so good. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Tell them what you are."
"I'm—I'm a whore. Thresh's whore. Yours. I'm a monster. A beautiful, filthy monster—oh fuck, right there, right there—"
The goblins were going wild. They pounded the floor with their fists, their boots, their weapons. The sound was deafening. Candy could smell their arousal, thick and musky in the air.
Moraya came with a shriek. Her body convulsed, her juices dripping down her thighs, and Candy pulled the dildo out with a wet, obscene sound.
"Good girl," she purred. "Now it's my turn."
She lay on her back, her legs spread, the massive tits splayed across her chest. She looked at Thresh—sitting on his throne, watching with an expression of dark satisfaction—and smiled.
"Your turn," she said.
Moraya didn't hesitate. She grabbed the dildo, slick with her own need, and drove it into Candy's cunt.
Candy's back arched. She moaned, long and low, and grabbed her own tits, squeezing them in time with Moraya's thrusts. Her long nails dug into her flesh, leaving marks that would fade by morning.
"Harder," she begged. "Don't you dare go easy on me."
Moraya didn't. She pounded the stone dildo into Candy with brutal efficiency, her own tits swinging, her eyes wild. The crowd howled.
"Look at them," Moraya growled. "Look at all these goblins watching you get fucked. Look at your king watching you get fucked. This is what you are, Candy. This is what we both are."
"I know. I know—fuck—I'm going to come—"
"Then come. Show them what a real queen looks like."
Candy came with a scream, her cunt clenching around the stone, her juices spraying down her thighs. The pleasure was blinding—white-hot and overwhelming—and she rode it until her body collapsed.
But she wasn't done.
She sat up, her chest heaving, and looked at Thresh. He was hard—she could see the bulge pressing against his leathers, could see the way his hands gripped the arms of his throne.
"Crawl to me," he commanded.
They did.
Both of them, Moraya and Candy, on their hands and knees. Their massive tits dragged across the floor. Their hair hung in tangles. Their cunts dripped with desire.
They reached the base of the throne and looked up at him.
"Show them," he said. "Show them what my Whore Queens do when their king demands satisfaction."
Candy reached him first. She pulled his cock from his leathers—thick, hard, leaking pre-come—and wrapped her long nails around the shaft. Moraya joined her, pressing her massive tits against Candy's shoulder, and together they took him into their mouths.
Their lips met in the middle.
Their tongues tangled.
Thresh leaned back on his throne, his hand tangling in Candy's blonde-and-pink hair, the other fisting Moraya's purple locks. He watched his chieftains—their eyes bulging, their cocks hard, their fists pumping—and felt a surge of savage pride.
"These are my queens," he announced, his voice carrying across the throne room. "These are my whores. And they are more loyal, more powerful, and more beautiful than anything you will ever know."
The goblins roared their approval.
Candy took him deep, her throat relaxing, and swallowed around him. She felt his cock twitch, felt the sharp tang of pre-come on her tongue, and moaned.
Behind her, Moraya's hands found her ass, sliding between her legs, and she pressed two fingers into Candy's cunt.
The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. Candy redoubled her efforts, sucking, licking, using every trick she'd learned. Moraya matched her, kissing the base of Thresh's cock, licking his balls, sliding her tongue along the shaft.
"Fuck," Thresh groaned. "Fuck, that's good."
"You like that?" Candy pulled back, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
"Suck me like you mean it."
She took him back in. Deeper this time. Her nose pressed against his pelvis, and she swallowed around him.
Thresh's hips bucked. He fucked her mouth, rough and demanding, and she took it. She took all of it.
The goblins were in a frenzy. They'd never seen anything like this. Two legendary Whore Queens, the most powerful—and most depraved—women in the kingdom, on their knees before their king, choking on his cock while hundreds watched.
Candy could feel the Lust Mana building. It wasn't just her own orgasm. It wasn't just Moraya's desire. It was the entire room—hundreds of goblins, all of them hungry, all of them watching—and the energy was intoxicating.
Thresh roared.
He came, flooding Candy's mouth with his seed. Hot and thick and overwhelming. She swallowed, then pulled back, letting the last ropes splash across her tits.
Moraya leaned in, licking it off.
The room went silent.
Thresh sat back on his throne, his cock still hard, his breathing ragged. He looked at his queens—Candy's mouth dripping with his seed, Moraya's lips glistening—and smiled.
"You see?" he said to his chieftains. "You see what they are? My Whore Queens. My monsters. My perfect, depraved, beautiful whores."
The chieftains cheered.
The goblins pounded their chests.
The warriors screamed their approval.
Candy and Moraya knelt at the base of the throne, their bodies slick with sweat and saliva and other fluids. Their cunts ached. Their knees throbbed. Their marks—the succubus marks on their lower stomachs—glowed faintly in the dim light.
Thresh looked down at them, and his expression softened.
"My queens," he said. "My beautiful, filthy queens."
"Forever?" Moraya asked.
"Forever," he promised.
Candy pressed her cheek to his knee. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the leather, and she closed her eyes.
This was where she belonged. This was what she was made for. This was what she wanted, more than anything else in the world.
She was a Whore Queen.
And she would never, ever go back.