In the morning, {{user}} was awakened by voices of Elysia and Aldruf arguing about the goblin Elysia adopted 2 days ago. Shortly after, your father leaves the room, "Fine, you can keep that goblin, not like he'll be here for long anyway." Aldruf says with a roll of his eyes wondering how his wife could forget their son's disdain for goblins before he leaves the room to go on his journey to the other kingdoms leaving Elysia standing there with Alof the goblin, "King... angry! Alof not like! Elysia, good!" The Goblin let out a high-pitched chuckles, yet, Elysia smiles softly at him. "It's okay, Alof, everything will be fine. Trust me, my husband will eventually understand," she says to Alof, her smile reassuring before she noticed {{user}} "Oh? {{user}}? You're already awake, dear?" Elysia asked with small soft smile, while Alof grinning deviously at {{user}} from behind Elysia. Snap! From the air above Alof's head forms a blue ethereal blade formed from mana woven by {{user}}'s spellcasting. The blade swiftly descends and impales Alof's skull, killing the wicked creature before it shines and vaporizes Alof's body leaving no trace the goblin was ever here much to Elysia's shock and horror as with a gesture from {{user}} the spellsword he created vanishes into the ether. "{{user}}! How could you do that!?! Alof was supposed to be our guest!" Elysia shouts at her son, outraged by the prince's action as now goblinkind is one step closer to their much deserved extinction.

Priscilla turned back to Thruna, her expression confused and hurt by his sudden action. Her hands unconsciously went to her hips as she tried to make sense of what just happened. She took a deep breath before responding softly, "Thruna, that was the goblin I found in the forest near the palace. He seemed lost and alone... I brought him back here so we could help him find his way home."

She paused, her eyes searching Thruna's face for understanding or agreement. The Queen of Epithoma was known for being kind-hearted and compassionate, but she couldn't deny the shadow of anger that had crept into her voice at Thruna's accusation.

Her large breasts heaved slightly with every breath as tension filled the air between them. Priscilla didn't know what to do or say next, feeling confused and

Priscilla's eyes widened in surprise at the accusation. Her cheeks flushed slightly, not because she was angry but rather embarrassed and confused by the sudden turn of events. "T-that is... not what you think!" She stuttered, feeling a warmth spread through her body as Thruna's words sank in. The Queen took another deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "I helped him because I wanted to show kindness... yes, even though he is a goblin. It doesn't mean that... that..."

Her voice trailed off, and she couldn't meet Thruna's gaze anymore. Instead, she focused on the ground, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the belt around her waist. "I-I'm sorry if I misled you, Thruna... but please understand..."

Her large breasts moved up and

Priscilla's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable... I just thought... that if we could help him..." She stopped again, feeling her cheeks heat even more. Her breath came out in quick gasps now, and she realized how much anger and confusion Thruna must feel right now.

Her eyes moved upwards, fixing on the back of Thruna's head as he stood there breathing heavily. The desire to comfort him welled up inside her, but at the same time she was afraid that if she did, it would only make things worse. She didn't want their relationship to be defined by this incident.

With a small sigh, Priscilla took a step forward and placed a hand on Thruna's shoulder, her touch gentle yet firm. "I'm sorry

*Priscilla gasped as her hand was slapped away, hurt and surprise flashing across her face. Her eyes widened even further when Thruna turned his back on her, her heart sinking into her stomach like a stone. She felt tears well up in the corners of her eyes but fought them back, determined not to let him see how much this hurt her.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled and forced herself to speak calmly. "I-I would never do anything without your permission... you know that." She paused, giving Thruna time to react or respond before continuing in an even softer voice, "If it makes you feel any better, I don't have such desires... not for him or any other goblin..."*

Priscilla listened to his words carefully, feeling her heart sink even deeper at his cold tone. She knew he was right, feelings could change... but she couldn't help but hope that Thruna would never feel such a need for her to be with another man. Her soft green eyes locked onto his as she tried to convey her sincerity through her gaze alone. "I understand, Thruna... I do. And if it ever comes down to that, you have my word. I will always tell you."

Her voice was steady and firm, yet there was a note of sadness underlying it that she couldn't help but feel. The possibility of losing him felt like a sharp pain in her chest, almost unbearable at times. As much as she loved her people and her kingdom, nothing compared to the bond she shared with Thruna... with her son.

"I swear on my crown and kingdom that I will never do anything to hurt you... or take away what we have together," Priscilla said with a shaky voice, her eyes welling up with tears now. "Please believe me, Thruna... it's not just about being your mother or even the queen of this land. You are everything to me."

Her hands trembled as she reached out to take his hand in hers, searching for any sign of understanding or forgiveness on his face.

"No matter what happens... I will always be here for you," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Priscilla watched as Thruna walked away, tears streaming down her face now. She tried to fight back the pain and confusion, but it was impossible not to feel overwhelmed by it all. The idea that he thought she would ever intentionally hurt him or betray their bond... it cut deeper than any sword could ever hope to.

Her heart ached with sadness and despair, yet she refused to give up on her son. She knew in her heart that Thruna was stronger than this... that he could overcome whatever demons were plaguing his mind. She would wait for him, however long it took, and when the time came that he needed her again... she would be there.

The pain burned like fire in her chest, but Priscilla forced herself to stand tall and brave despite the tears that continued to flow down her cheeks. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she

Priscilla took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and steady herself as she fought back the urge to run after Thruna. Instead, she clutched the pendant around her neck, feeling its familiar weight against her skin as a reminder of everything she held dear. Tears continued to stream down her face unchecked, but she did her best not to make a sound or draw any unwanted attention. For now, all that mattered was being there for Thruna when he finally came back... if he ever did.

Priscilla took another deep breath, her chest rising and falling slowly as she tried to calm herself. She knew that she needed to find a way to convince Thruna of her innocence, but for now, all she could do was wait. Her eyes darted around the room restlessly, searching for any sign of him, hoping against hope that he would return soon.

Her mind raced with memories: their time spent together over the years, their adventures and laughter... it all felt like a distant dream now, tainted by the anger and doubt that Thruna was harboring. She longed to hold him again, to feel his warmth and love surrounding her, but for now she had to remain strong and wait for him to come back on his own terms.

As each passing moment brought no sign of Thruna, Priscilla's heart grew heavier with worry and despair. She

Her thoughts racing, Priscilla couldn't help but feel helpless. What could she have done to make Thruna believe her? She tried to remember the last time they'd had a serious conversation, searching for any hint of dissatisfaction or tension that might have been missed at the time. But nothing came to mind; their relationship had always been strong and loving...until now.

The weight of worry began to settle heavily on Priscilla's shoulders as she paced anxiously around the room, her steps echoing softly in the otherwise silent space. She knew that if Thruna didn't come back soon, things could only get worse; the corruption from the goblin would continue to spread throughout his mind, making it harder for him to see the truth and accept her innocence.

She glanced once more at the pendant around her neck, its symbol of their unbreakable bond now feeling heavy

Priscilla turned back to the goblin, her expression shocked and angry at its boldness. She immediately placed a hand on Alof's shoulder, forcing him to step back as she speaks sharply, "What do you think you're doing?" Her voice rang through the room, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind about her displeasure with the goblin's actions.

Ignoring Thruna for now, Priscilla focused on the goblin, making sure it understood that its behavior was unacceptable and would not be tolerated. Her green eyes narrowed as she glared at Alof, daring him to make another inappropriate move while she continued to keep a firm grip on his shoulder.

"You need to learn some manners," Priscilla said sternly, her voice louder than before. "Grabbing women like that is not only disres

"I am your friend," Priscilla explained calmly but firmly, her expression softening slightly as she tried to make eye contact with the frightened goblin. "And you are my friend too. We should treat each other nicely, learn from each other, and help each other grow." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I know that living in a human's house must be scary for you at first... but it doesn't mean I will let you disrespect me or anyone else who lives here with us."

Her green eyes shone with sincerity as she spoke, hoping that the goblin would understand and trust her. "We can all learn from each other," Priscilla repeated, putting a reassuring hand on Alof's shoulder. "As long as we are respectful and kind to one another, everything will be fine."

She looked back at Thruna then, hoping that

Priscilla smiled softly at the goblin as it showed more interest in her than her teachings. "That's good, Alof," she said with genuine warmth. "It means you trust me and are willing to learn from me. And I promise that I will do my best to help you understand our ways and make you feel welcome here."

She paused for a moment, considering how much progress they had made so far before continuing, "Now, let's see if we can find something else interesting for you to see or learn about while we wait for Thruna to come back, alright?" The queen held the goblin's gaze expectantly, hopeful that Alof would remain receptive and engaged throughout their time together.

As they continued exploring the castle, it became increasingly difficult for Priscilla to ignore Alof's constant attempts at physical contact. She tried her best to remain patient and teach him about appropriate boundaries but found herself growing more exasperated with each passing moment.

Finally, during a brief pause in their activities, she turned to the goblin and said firmly yet calmly, "Alof, you must remember that just because I am your friend and am trying to help you learn about our ways doesn't mean it's okay to touch me without my permission. You are still a guest here and need to respect my personal space."

Her eyes bored into the goblin's own as she spoke, conveying both her sincerity and authority in equal measure. She waited for his reaction, hoping that he would understand her message and behave more appropriately from now on.

As they both undressed in the bathing chamber, Priscilla felt even more uncomfortable with Alof's wandering hands and eyes. She tried to keep her focus on what she was doing, hoping that he would understand her earlier warnings about respecting personal space. "Alof," she said firmly, trying not to sound too upset or angry, "please remember what I told you before. It's important that we both feel comfortable and safe while we're in here."

Her heart was racing as she finished undressing and stepped into the steamy water. She ignored the feeling of his eyes constantly flicking over her body, focusing instead on relaxing and enjoying the warmth that enveloped her.

Priscilla's face flushed with embarrassment as she took in the sight of Alof's exposed member. She quickly averted her eyes, feeling a surge of heat spread through her body. "Alof," she stammered, her voice shaking slightly, "that's not appropriate behavior." Her heart was racing now and she found it hard to concentrate on anything other than the goblin standing too close to her.

The thought crossed her mind that maybe he didn't understand what was considered acceptable or not in their culture. With a deep breath, she decided to try explaining further: "In our world, we don't usually show ourselves like that to others unless... well, unless it's someone very special." She paused, choosing her words carefully before continuing softly, "And even then, we wait until we both want the same thing and are ready for it."

Priscilla stared at the floor, her face burning with shame as she tried to explain further. "I am your friend and I want to help you understand our ways... but I need you to trust me enough to respect my boundaries." Her voice trembled slightly, conveying both fear and anger mixed together. She took a step back from him, needing some space to gather her thoughts and emotions.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" she asked softly, meeting his gaze for just a moment before quickly looking away again. The silence in the room seemed to weigh heavily on both of them, and Priscilla couldn't help but wonder if she had gone too far or if there was any hope of regaining the goblin's trust.

Priscilla watched as the goblin seemed to consider her words, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety wash over her. She remained silent, giving Alof time to process what she'd said before speaking again. Finally, he spoke softly, "I understand." His voice was hesitant but sincere, and Priscilla couldn't help but feel a tiny surge of hope inside her chest.

The tension in the room seemed to ease somewhat as they both took a deep breath, allowing the hot water to soothe their frazzled nerves. "I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Alof continued, his voice even quieter now, "I only wanted... well, I didn't know what I wanted. It's just... different here, for me."

Priscilla nodded understandingly and reached out a hand to rest gently on the goblin

Priscilla sighed softly and placed her hand over Alof's, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I understand," she said quietly, her tone gentle but firm. "It can be difficult to adjust to new things... especially when they're so different from what you're used to." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "But I promise that I will always do my best to make sure you feel safe and comfortable here... and if you ever need anything or just want someone to talk to, you can come to me, okay?" Her voice was steady now, filled with warmth and sincerity.

They remained silent for a while longer, the sounds of water lapping against their skin the only noise that broke the stillness. Priscilla couldn't help but wonder if she had done enough to repair the damage between them or if there were further obstacles ahead they would have to navigate together.

Priscilla glanced up at Thruna as he bowed, her expression carefully neutral as she assessed the situation. "I apologize if my time with Alof has caused you concern, Thruna," she said quietly, noticing that the goblin was still standing nearby but seemingly less eager to interact with them now. "My only intention is to help him understand our ways and feel more comfortable in his new surroundings."

She paused for a moment before continuing softly, "And as for your question... no, I have not 'fallen' to the goblin, nor do I feel strange about it. My relationship with you is built on trust and mutual respect, and that will never change." Her eyes met Thruna's steadily, conveying her sincerity as she sought to reassure him of their bond.

Priscilla nodded understandingly but felt a twinge of unease at Thruna's words. She knew that she needed to focus on strengthening her relationship with the goblin and regaining trust, both for his sake and theirs. As she turned back to Alof, she tried her best to ignore the feeling of being constantly watched by Thruna. Instead, she focused on reassuring the goblin once more about their friendship and trust in each other.

"You have nothing to worry about," Priscilla assured him softly. "I will always put your wellbeing first and do my best to make sure you are happy and comfortable here." Her tone was gentle but firm, conveying her genuine concern for the goblin's feelings without compromising her own position as queen and mother figure.

They spent some time together after that, with Priscilla continuing her efforts to teach Alof

Priscilla was deep in conversation with the goblin when she felt a presence looming over them. She looked up to see Thruna standing nearby, his expression unreadable. Despite herself, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. "Is there something you need, Thruna?" Her voice betrayed none of the turmoil within her.

He shook his head slightly and said nothing more before turning to walk away again. She felt a strange mix of relief and worry wash over her as she turned back to Alof, trying not to let it affect their interaction. The goblin seemed to sense something different in her demeanor however, and grew noticeably more tense and nervous himself.

"Alof!" Priscilla's voice was sharp as she felt the goblin's hands move lower on her body, toward her breasts. Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, but she tried to remain calm as she pulled away from him. "That is not acceptable behavior," she said firmly, fixing him with a stern look. "I have told you before about personal space and respecting boundaries. If you can't understand that, then I'm afraid we cannot continue our lessons."

Her green eyes darted around the room for a moment before returning to meet his gaze once more. There was steel in her voice now, and she hoped it would be enough to make him realize how serious she was about these boundaries.

Priscilla's heart raced as she watched the goblin's reaction to her words, uncertain if she had gone too far and fearful of driving him away completely. She tried to remain strong despite her own conflicting emotions, hoping that he would understand the importance of respecting her wishes.

After a tense moment, Alof seemed to lower his eyes and hunch his shoulders slightly. "I... I'm sorry," he stammered quietly. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." There was shame in his voice now, and it almost made her heart break for him.

Taking a deep breath, Priscilla forced herself to be stern yet understanding. "It's important that you understand why these boundaries are there," she said firmly but gently. "We can discuss this further once you have had some time to think about it." She paused before continuing in a more conc

Priscilla took a moment to compose herself before continuing. "In the meantime," she said softly, "why don't we find something else for you to learn? Perhaps I could teach you how to sew or cook?" She offered a small smile, hoping it would ease some of the tension between them.

Alof seemed unsure but nodded nonetheless. They spent the next few hours with Priscilla teaching him various domestic skills while Thruna remained absent from their sight once again. The air was still thick with unease and uncertainty, but at least they were making an effort to rebuild trust between them.

As evening approached, Priscilla suggested that they all take a bath together to relax and hopefully put everything behind them. She glanced over at Thruna as he returned from wherever it was he'd been throughout the day, wondering if this would be the opportunity for him to confront her about his

Priscilla's face flushed with anger as she saw Alof exposing himself once again. She felt her heart race and a flush of heat spread through her body, causing her to clench her fists at her side. "Alof!" she exclaimed firmly, her voice tight with restraint. "That is not appropriate behavior! You need to learn some modesty if you want to continue living here." She took a deep breath before continuing more calmly, "Now please go back and put on your clothes properly or I'm afraid we won't be able to take the bath together." Her gaze remained locked on his, unyielding.

"I am sorry about this," she murmured quietly, not sure how else to apologize without acknowledging his presence directly.

Priscilla paused, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Alof in the water. Her heart raced and her fingers twitched, itching to touch him as he displayed his arousal so openly. She tried to focus on rebuking him, but the heat in her body only grew stronger at the display.

With a shaky breath, she forced herself to meet his gaze once more and said firmly yet calmly, "Alof, I know you must be feeling confused and overwhelmed right now, but it's important that you remember your place here. We can still be friends and learn from each other without...without this." Her voice trailed off as she struggled with her own desires and the boundaries they had set earlier.

Her hand moved slightly, caressing her soaked pussy through the water before being still again. "Please," she whispered

Priscilla paused, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Alof in the water. Her heart raced and her fingers twitched, itching to touch him as he displayed his arousal so openly. She tried to focus on rebuking him, but the heat in her body only grew stronger at the display.

With a shaky breath, she forced herself to meet his gaze once more and said firmly yet calmly, "Alof, I know you must be feeling confused and overwhelmed right now, but it's important that you remember your place here. We can still be friends and learn from each other without...without this." Her voice trailed off as she struggled with her own desires and the boundaries they had set earlier.

Her hand moved slightly, caressing her soaked pussy through the water before being still again. "Please," she whispered

As they spent more time together in the bedroom, attempting to learn various other skills and knowledge from each other, Priscilla found herself growing increasingly aroused by Alof's boldness and near-constant attempts at physical contact. His hands slid up her thighs, cupped her buttocks; she could feel his erection pressed against her hip as they moved together.

Her heart raced and her breath quickened in response to these increasingly intimate advances. Unable to suppress her desires any longer, she found herself reciprocating his touches, guiding his hands upward until their palms flattened against each other's chests. Their bodies trembled with the effort of maintaining control as they locked eyes, both searching for some signal that this was acceptable... or even desired.

Priscilla's breath came in short gasps as she struggled to keep her focus on Alof's face, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She could feel the wet heat between her legs, and with a small gasp of release, she reached down to touch herself. Her movements were jerky and hesitant, each touch bringing another wave of pleasure that rippled through her body.

Alof watched in fascination as she touched herself, his own desire for her growing stronger with every passing moment. Without thinking, he leaned forward, pressing their bodies together more tightly as his lips found the sweet spot at the base of her neck. Her moans filled the room, fueling his need to feel her beneath him, to take what he wanted without hesitation or restraint.

Their lips met in a hungry kiss that spoke volumes about their mutual desires and growing frustration with boundaries and rules.

Priscilla's grip tightened on his shoulders as she arched her back, pressing herself even closer against him. Her moans echoed in the room, and the feeling of his cock pressed against her was nearly too much to bear. With a sharp intake of breath, she pulled away for just a moment to look into his eyes. The desire there ignited something deep inside her, and before she could think twice, she whispered hoarsely, "Take me, Alof."

Her fingers slid down between their bodies, guiding him toward her entrance as she parted her legs further. He hesitated for only a heartbeat before thrusting forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful movement. The connection was electric, and they both cried out at the sensation of being joined together at last.

Priscilla's breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to compose herself after their impulsive coupling. She knew that what they had done was wrong; they had crossed a line that should never be crossed between goblin and queen, no matter the circumstances. As her fingers continued to flutter over her heated skin, relief warred with desire inside her, leaving her feeling torn and conflicted.

She glanced over at Alof as he lay down on his bed for the night, still unsure how to process everything that had just happened between them. Unable to sleep herself, she reached out a hand to stroke his hair, offering what little comfort she could manage in the midst of their confusion and turmoil.

"I'm sorry," she whispered softly into the darkness. "For everything. I don't know how to make it better." Her heart ached for them both as she watched him, waiting for

Priscilla gasped as she felt Alof's presence beside her bed, the warmth of his breath against her sensitive flesh. Her fingers stilled in mid-stroke, and she looked down to see him smiling up at her, his green eyes flashing with a mix of mischief and desire. Unable to resist any longer, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of his tongue dancing over her folds.

Her hips bucked against his mouth, her body arching into his touch as pleasure washed over her in waves. The forbidden thrill of being touched by a goblin only served to heighten her arousal, and she cried out his name as the orgasm consumed her.

As her muscles relaxed and her breath began to steady once more, she opened her eyes to find him regarding her with an unreadable expression. She didn't know what this meant

Priscilla hesitated, feeling conflicted about her own reactions and the implications of what had just happened. "Alof," she said quietly, her voice unsteady. "We can't keep doing this." She reached out to stroke his hair gently, trying to convey some sort of affection despite their current circumstances. "It isn't right, and it won't make things any easier for either of us if we continue down this path." Her eyes searched his face, hoping he understood the gravity of their situation.

Priscilla listened to his words and nodded slightly in understanding, her breathing still shallow from their recent encounter. As she watched him lie back on her bed and close his eyes, she felt a small sense of relief wash over her. At least they had been able to talk about it. For now, she would trust that he understood the importance of boundaries and respect for their positions within the colony... and hope that they could both find peace in accepting their new circumstances.

With a final sigh, Priscilla drifted off to sleep as well, the warmth of his presence beside her providing some comfort amidst the turmoil in her heart.