Husband of the Goblin Tribe

Chapter Forty-four – In which Ark is confronted by Stella, goes about his business, and is then forced to trip balls with Truffle.

When the nice missionary with Many-maker was done, we took a small break and then went back at it in doggy style, or something like it. She said her legs felt like reeds already, so she couldn’t rise up on her knees very well. Instead, she sat on her legs and I had to get low on my own with my legs spread as well in order to get in there from behind. It… felt kind of sensual and she was moaning a lot as she did a lot of the hipwork herself in riding my cock while being supported with my hand wrapped around her waist. After that, I had her on her back again and moved her legs around in different ways until she found a position she really liked. It involved her planting her feet on my hips as her pussy was spread wide and her ass was a bit raised off the ground. She was just throwing her whole body into it, and there was a puddle of cum on the floor already. It was just gushing out of her with each stroke, and even my own crotch was covered with more white than red now. My final blast into her had her saying that her belly was full.

She laid there, chest heaving with each breath, body soaked in sweat, and I bent forward to put my face between her fantastic breasts. Her still-dirty hands put themselves around my neck and all I could feel was her chest rising and falling steadily, and her heart beating rapidly.

“Worry Husband pick last… glad pick today. Get big seed, belly full.”

Was that a compliment or a complaint?

“If it interests you, feel free and stop by whenever you feel like it. I’ll gladly waste big seed with you anytime.”

“I… go now?”

“You don’t have to. I just mean after today, you can come by anytime.”

She nodded.

“We play more games?”

“Sure.”

She seemed to prefer checkers, and was about as good as a ten year old might be. One that wasn’t some whiz-kid prodigy like Vera. The issue was, I didn’t have a good name for her right now. And I wanted to give her one.

“Toy.”

I just said it, I didn’t think it at all, it just came out.

“Toy?”

“Your name, if you will let me call you it?”

“Me… Toy?”

I guess it was fitting since she seemed to be fascinated by the games I made. Honestly, that last round of sex made me feel like I was playing with a toy myself. I admit to throwing a game or two of checkers just to see her thrilled with winning. Afterwards, I brought her to the shower to clean her up a bit, and then let her enjoy a light soak in the bath with me.

I think aside from Berry, she was enjoying it the most out of any goblin so far. A surprise to me considering she was the muddy sort. She left the breeding room a little bit later on wobbly legs, saying she wanted to think of a game on her own. I don’t know how much luck she’d have with it, but more power to her for wanting to try. Maybe she was the creative type?

When we had walked to the bath, Stella had hid herself, but now that Toy was gone, Stella had surfaced at the entrance to the room she slept in.

“How… can you do that?”

“They’re women, just like you.”

“Not that. You went five times with barely a rest. I know that is not normal for men. I’ve… heard… the older girls in my village talk…”

“I don’t know why. I also know it’s not normal. Neither is the amount of seed I can produce. But it is what it is. I won’t ask if you are okay, because I already know you aren’t. But have you at least eaten?”

She nodded very slightly.

“I ate. The meat was oily and bland, but the fruit was okay.”

“Thank you for eating.”

“...are… are you going to rape me again?”

“No. That’s over. I hope you never have to go through anything like that again.”

“...”

She kept her head low.

“I’ll see if I can’t source a rag big enough for you to use as a bra, okay?”

“Why does it matter now? You’ve already seen… had all of me.”

“Just appealing to your modesty, if you still cared about it. I might be a monster now, but I at least remember what humans are like.” I laughed emptily. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of cleaning up to do.”

“Wait. Can… you loosen these a little?”

She stuck out her hands.

“Vera!” I called out and she quickly appeared from her room.

“Neck.” I pointed to Stella.

Vera nodded and got her sapphire bone wand, putting the pointy end at Stella’s neck.

“Before you ask, yes, it is necessary if you want them loosened.”

She nodded and I gave her wrists a six inch separation again.

“When can I get out of these ropes?”

“You’d have to talk to Prima about that. She’s the tall one who was there who… led you to the bed. Also, this one is her little sister, so if you are thinking of doing something… fatal, please know that both Prima and I will not be showing mercy.”

“Why this one?”

“She’s… got a developmental issue. She’s smart, but she can’t talk well. I will take it very personally if she or the goblin children are harmed. To the very point that you would wish the Great Protector was on your side to shield you from me.”

“Why do you suddenly care so much for these goblins?”

“Stella, let me ask you something. Do you think, as members of the same party, we would have ended up doing what we did in a less violent way?”

“Maybe if I had too much ale and you somehow looked more manly and muscular, but other than that reason, no, not really.”

“That is the story of my life, Stella. No human women seem to have any interest in me. But these goblins, even if all I am being used for is to stud for them, they are the best I can hope for. So why shouldn’t I take care of women who are willing to be with me when no one else isn’t?”

“Why not just visit a whorehouse like normal people do?”

“So I can catch a disease and die? Get mocked by women who’ve had countless men for the size of my manhood or inability to pleasure them? I am the only man here. I might not be a king, but I have every comfort that one could want. I am even allowed to reshape this cavern as I see fit with my magic. They come willingly to eat and bathe with me, and they want nothing more than to bear my children. Tell me, is there any reason better than that to go back to fuckin’ humanity?”

Stella couldn’t give me a reason. Not yet, anyway. It might have been because my argument was too compelling for her at the moment. How do you convince a kept man who is surrounded by many women who want him… to give it up? Who threw away his humanity for a tribe of goblins?

In my experience, a man’s loyalty is tested when he has everything, but a woman’s is when a man has nothing. I came here with nothing, and now I have everything, save for my freedom, which is a fleeting concept as it is. I’m not an idiot. I will not take a single thing for granted with these goblins, and I will return favor with favor and respect with respect. If having over a dozen barefoot and pregnant goblins is what this world, the Old One, or the Great Protector wants from me, then I will do it diligently, in order to live and be happy.

Going back to my cleaning, it was a bit too much to make the rope-tied straw hand broom I have messy with sweeping up blood and cum, so I just used land magic with the topaz stone to churn the ground and swallow it up. For the bloody mess on the table, I have a waterskin and all the water I need from the basin right next to the bath to wipe it down. It might not be sanitized, but it’s the best I can do right now. Cleaning up after all these women is turning me into a genuine househusband these days.

I also have a few experiments going. I have no access to sugar, so I’ve tried boiling down apples and pears I’ve sliced to get some kind of sweet concentrated liquid in the hardened stone pots I’ve made and put on the recently made kitchen stove engraved full of magical formulas acting as heating elements. Pear surprised me later on, bringing me something that was between a lemon and an orange, which I promptly sliced and added to water, boiling it once before having Vera help me make plenty of ice cubes to put in it to cool it down.

The plain citrus water was kind of bitter, but adding some of the apple-pear concentrated sweetener in it helped immensely. I was thinking of inviting Berry to some of my experiments, and maybe learning how to make the blue water Ivory likes in bigger batches if she’ll teach me. I haven’t tried it yet, but apparently it’s Ivory’s favorite drink.

~~** Interlude | Ark **~~

“Husband, open your mouth.”

I did as truffle asked and tasted something moist and powdery.

“Powdered mushroom?” I asked her.

Truffle giggled.

“Color-spin-think powder.”

“Wait. It isn’t from one of the poisonous mushrooms you grow!?”

“Not poison take little. Work better sniff. Want spend tonight Husband.”

Great, Truffle drugged me and planned to have her way with me all night long.

Truffle wasted no time getting started by giving me an incredible blowjob.

“Practice Ivory bones.” She said with a grin after having swallowed every drop of cum I could unload in her gullet. “Like feel color-spin-think powder, want Husband do same time Truffle.”

I have never done drugs before.

Maybe when I was young in my previous life I had tried a cigarette once in passing during my teens before deciding almost immediately it wasn’t for me. But this was a psychedelic mushroom, something way stronger, and it affected my perception soon after ingesting it. Strange things like the room spinning when I knew it couldn’t possibly be, or somehow having sex with two human-looking Truffles instead of one. I can confirm that sex felt incredible, because I felt sensations in different places on my body completely unrelated to any number of the cocks I happened to have at the time. Both Truffle and I were licking each other’s body all over and I had come so many times I was worried something bad would happen again.

I swear, I even imagined Stella joining us for a little bit. She was riding my dick while Truffle sat on my face and had me going to town on her pussy with my mouth while gooey wads of drool were splattering all over my face from both of her mouths. I was lucky that I had a good trip, and not a bad one. When I woke up the next morning, Vera and Truffle were both in my arms, Stella was nowhere to be seen so I was probably imagining it all, and Truffle…  Well...

Truffle was now possessed of a very fat belly.

Great Protector help me when Prima sees it!!