Poisoned Queen 3

The little goblin, his eyes gleaming with mischief, chuckled, "Let me make sure the poison is all gone, Your Majesty. We wouldn't want any trace left behind." His tongue darted out again, a slimy pink tendril that glistened in the afternoon sun. It's newest path began at the Queen's ankle, tracing a slow, deliberate path up her leg, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. When he ventured over her thighs, his salacious mission made her bite her lip, a half-whisper of protest slipping out, only to be swallowed by what she now recognized was a growing desire, and not a poison effect. With a boldness that belied his stature, going upwards, the goblin approached the apex of his journey. He glanced up at her with eyes filled with a naughty intent before going down and continuing towards Queen Goanna's pussy. She was now flushed and panting, her usual voice of command lost in the onslaught of sensations. She tried to protest, but her voice was lost in a moan as the goblin's tongue brushed against her clit. Her hands gripped the grass around her as pleasure surged in tightening spirals inside her. The Goblin's tongue was expertly exploring her pussy. Circling around, playing with her clit, and then entering inside her like a slimy cock. "Oh, god," she cried out, her hips bucking against the goblin's face. The goblin chuckled again, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles, driving her wild with pleasure. Next she felt his fingers joining the party, entering her back door, and filled by both the fingers and the tongue did it for the queen. Breath shallow, eyes closed, Queen's orgasm claimed her, leaving her in a blissful wonder, her body shuddering, her thighs pushing against the goblin's tongue and fingers. She cried out, her voice echoing through the field as she rode out the storm. When she finally came down from her high, she found herself panting, her body limp and sated. The goblin looked up at her, a satisfied smile on his face. "Well, Your Highness," the Goblin said, "I believe I've licked all the poison from your skin. You should feel better now." With that, he scampered away, leaving the Queen alone in the field, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She lay there for a moment, her mind racing with what just transpired. She quickly put her royal clothes on and started walking towards her castle, hoping her voice won't tremble when she lies to the king.