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You blink at the green skin of her retreating back; her armour, a collection of leather strips and fur plates, doing little to hide her form. Then you turn to Sapphire, one brow ridge raised. The diminutive kobold shrugs in response, a smile curling around her lips.

“She's never exactly been one for subtlety sir.”

You can't help but snort at that. “No. No I suppose not.”

A shout from the object of your conversation drags your attention to the cave she's disappeared into. “No talking! More overtaking!”

That comment startles a laugh from you, and after exchanging another look with Sapphire, you scoop her up, depositing your beastmaster at the base of your neck and bound after Feathers' retreating footsteps.

The corridor that links Goblin Town and your workshop to the rest of your lair is long and thin, and Feathers is far less than half way down when your long leaps bring her into view. Her eyes flash in the smokey darkness as she turns to look over her shoulder at you, and then widen as another gliding leap lets you close half the distance in a few seconds. She pivots on her heal back to the front, and breaks into a run of her own. Her dexterity far outstrips your own, but your athletics makes up the difference and then some, so that your second jump lands you just behind her as she streaks out into Goblin Town proper.

She doesn't fight when your next leap is angled so that you scoop her off of the floor, instead turning and holding onto your forelimb with near bruising strength as you flare your winglings to carry the three of you up and around, your tail just flicking over the first palisade as you start to lose altitude. You hear a shriek of laughter and it takes you a moment to realise it came from all three of you.

You drive your pinions up, readying for another flap that disrupts whatever cosmetic effect keeps the roiling smoke high out of the way. On your downstroke a great flood of grey smog pours forth, forming yet more cackling demonic faces. You pay them no heed as the flap gives you the hight you need to snake over the tips of the next palisade too.

Your landing, restricted to three limbs so as to not smash Feathers into the stone floor, is less than one hundred percent graceful. You stumble, catching yourself just before you would have shoulder checked into the wall of Feathers' section of the cave. You turn your stumble into a running stop that barrels the fur flap door out of the way and carries your cargo directly into the wide bowl of furs that serves and Feathers' bed. The three of your collapse, breathless from the sudden exertion.

Well, you collapse and neither of them complain too loudly and Feathers is half pinned under your bulk and Sapphire slides down your chest until both of them are held in your arms, leaning against your chest and laughing. Your own laughter, a low rumble compared to their own, makes all three of you vibrate.

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The air in here is remarkably cool and clear, a pleasant contrast to the warm smoke of the rest of the village despite being at the highest point of either cave. The laughter slowly dies down as the three of you relax.

Unfortunately, for you at least, with the loss of manic energy you come to an uncomfortable conclusion. You've been neglecting the two of them quite a bit. Not as badly as you could have, but every moment of every day seems to have been filled with Mercy, Amanda, or the day to day minutia of running a lair. The three of you haven't been alone for a while.

“I'm-” you start, only for Feathers to reach up and shut your mouth, strangling the words before they can form.

“You miss Sapph's nice speech. Mind in menu. We no mind waiting. Not so long as, when we ask, you give us what we want.”

Sapphire nods even as the gobliness releases your jaw. “Don't worry sir. We'll still be here, commanding your armies, even if you're off fucking those who can... hmm, handle all of you. Just don't forget your promises, and don't...” She pauses, and you look down to meet her eyes. They're soft. “And don't forget us.”

The answer comes easily to you. “Never.”

The two of them reach up and place a kiss, almost chaste, against each side of your mouth. Then Sapphire reaches across, under your chin, and grabs two fistfuls of Feather's fur armour, pulling the taller gobliness to her. With two short movements, the barbarian berserker is on her knees, back against Sapphire's chest and the kobolds chin on her shoulder.

“We've found ways to keep ourselves satisfied in your absence.”

She turns her head slightly, who two of them still in your arms, and nibbles against Feathers' ear. One free hand traces soft patterns across the fire scarred skin on the other side of the gobliness' face. Small claws scratch around the leather straps that hold her eyepatch in place even as the kobold's ministrations make Feathers' ear flutter and her eyes fall half lidded.

“Would you like me to show you?”

You snake your neck around in the other direction, keeping your eyes on them until your chin is propped up by left arm, giving you a perfect view.

“By all means.”

*Censored*

“The warm up was nice. Are you ready for the main event?”

The fire in your stomach spreads, your cock making itself known.

“Red-scale sir!” - another voice. Willow, perhaps?

Your guess is proven correct as the kobold in question sticks her head into the room and squeaks, withdrawing but not before you see the flaming blush on her face.

“I'm sorry! Sorry! I – uh – there's someone at the door? He says it's important? Sorry, I – uh. Sorry?”

You look back at the two women in your arms. Sapphire rolls her eyes.

“Of course. Hurry back?”

With a barely repressed growl, you stand up.

Whoever interrupted you had best be damn important, or you'd be having... words.