Husband of the Goblin Tribe

Chapter Forty-three – In which Ark is ignored by Stella for obvious reasons, and gives big seed to a new goblin after a long while.

There were no sudden fat bellies from the orgy last night. But every single goblin was definitely looking better. Truffle and Vera were bad girls, the both of them giving me such pleasure with their tongues that I actually saw how much seed I shot out for once. It was ridiculous. Was I being corrupted into something other than a human?

Strangely, aside from that, not a single one of my wives wanted a morning romp. Instead they were all hungry. I was hungry too. Looking around, I didn’t see Stella anywhere. I don’t think she could have run away, because her ankles were tied together. A quick exploration found her in the room I had let her use. She was hiding under the big rag, and I decided to let her be for now.

I gave Prima a kiss on the cheek and a rub on the tummy, since she was going out to hunt for our breakfast.

She was a dutiful wife.

Lily and Jewel had come only to find out what they had missed. Lily was hesitant to take my seed-stick just yet, for obvious reasons, and Jewel… At least she was interested in a romp. The rest of the girls all enjoyed sharing the bath, with Jewel and I joining them after I made a sticky mess between her legs.

Doll had arrived late, only entering the bath because all of us were already in it, and, as goblins were social creatures, all of the girls pushed her over to me. While I don’t believe in busting in the bath, that was what the adjacent shower room was for. I had her pushed up against a wall inside of it and took her from behind until she too was once again happily filled with my seed.

I suppose it was pointless because we both went back into the water and immediately contaminated it anyway.

Thankfully, the magic heating formulas can make the water hot enough to boil if enough mana is poured into it. I’d do it later and somehow scrape out any scum that floated to the top afterward. I asked Lily if she had a long leaf that might do the job, and she said she’d find one for me.

I think the girls are beginning to enjoy taking baths now.

Diana had even made her way to the breeding room. She was a bit hesitant to step in the bath, but perfectly fine with sitting on the edge and dipping her feet inside. I’ve got no problem with taking small steps. Maybe I can tune the water temperature down so she’s more willing to enter it in the future.

Diana was also sprouting really well. She was a little over half the height of Lily now, and looks to be around three years old if being compared to a human child. The only thing throwing me off was that she still refused to call me daddy. I was firmly entrenched as Husband in her mind. Well, she’s precocious, so I’ll roll with it for now. But I really want my eldest daughter to call me daddy, if only once.

Prima had come back, calling every goblin present lazy. Her body was looking a lot more robust today. There was fire-meat for Lily, me, and Stella. She had then laid out something huge that the aforementioned pieces of fire-meat had come from, laid out on top of the table, to which all the other goblins, my precious daughter included, went at with ruthless carnivorous abandon. It was like one of those cartoon segments where a school of piranha turns a person into a skeleton in three seconds flat.

It also fully defeated the point of the bath we just stepped out of.

Should I say it was cute? It’s one thing, I think, to see my goblin daughter with a messy mouth after eating a plate of spaghetti or a hamburger with extra ketchup from a fast food chain. It’s another to know she was eating bloody raw spare ribs and immensely enjoying it. But if she eats well, she grows well, and I know that is what Berry wants the most for her. I’m happy just so long as she continues developing a bit of kindness towards her sisters.

I want a happy family. It was something I wasn’t remotely able to achieve in my previous life. If it means it’s a family of goblins in the stars for me, I’ll accept it as long as there is happiness to be found here.

Orchid and Lilac would be able to walk the cave on their own soon according to Lily. I occasionally go fetch them and bring them here when Lily goes to do her small game hunting. She’s pretty good at catching rabbits, and that is their main diet. Cooked rabbits, that is.

Lily and Vera had an eternal placement next to me at the table for whatever reason. None of the others really argued it. I think it was to segregate us who both preferred and could eat fire meat, even though Vera was an offending member of the bloody meat party today. She was downing some part of this beast’s shoulder and rubbing her protruding belly with blood-stained fingers and a gluttonous grin.

Vera would say insightful things when she did that. Almost like her child was speaking to her from inside her womb. She was also certain it was only one strong one she was carrying, and had declared in very few words that it already knew magic. Well, “Mana” rather than magic. But that’s good. It’s the start of a mage caste of goblins, right?

Diana was definitely hunter material, Vera would likely be teaching our eventual daughter some magic, while I wasn’t quite sure about Orchid and Lilac yet. I got the feeling though, that they would somehow end up as Diana’s underlings. Diana often visited them and was doing what I asked her to do. Showing them how to be strong goblins. I have to love her even more for that.

I had thought about asking for some special permission to make something outside in the sun for them. A playground of sorts, consisting of a slide and a swingset, maybe some monkey bars… something for them to enjoy while they are still kids. I might only be able to use it with them every few days, but I would. I remember my mother pushing me on the swingset at the local park in my previous life. My mother in this one… was always immersed in a book. To her, magic was everything. I probably wouldn’t have received even a shred of her attention if I couldn’t use it. I definitely wouldn’t put those kinds of expectations on my own daughters.

Everyone left to go do the things they wanted to. I asked Prima if she wouldn’t send Many-maker to me a little later, so I could begin finishing up with giving all of them big seed and she nodded her assent.

I don’t think it mattered if it was day or night at this point. I just didn’t want to keep pushing it back. The sooner it was over with, the better.

Stella hadn’t joined us at the table, and considering the events of yesterday, how could I fault her? Prima and Vera had to hold her down, while I…

Yeah. I wouldn’t expect her to have any kind of friendly disposition right now.

I had made some plates and bowls on my own with land magic, so I put her piece of fire-meat into it, and a few pieces of fruit that Pear occasionally brought to me into another and brought them to the room where she remained hidden under the big rag.

“Stella. I don’t expect you to talk to me… but I brought you food. I’ll leave, but at least eat something, okay?”

I left the food next to her and left her alone. Who wants to be consoled by their rapist?

Vera was messing around with some formula magic. I hadn’t taught her everything I knew yet, but she was probably at my level already and would soon exceed it. Force magic still eluded her, or something prevented her from being able to use it for now. Maybe it was the child she was carrying? Without centuries of improvement in both magic and medical sciences, there would be no way of knowing.

I was left pretty much alone, and decided to make a number of games from my childhood that I played with my siblings. Checkers, Chess, and Connect-four. For checkers and connect-four, as I was transforming dirt into stone to make round disc shapes, I had to inscribe some kind of marking to differentiate the pieces as black and red as I didn’t have paint of any kind to work with. I ended up using the Runes for Fire and Water, as they were generally opposing elements.

“Husband. What make?”

Standing over my shoulder, having entered the breeding room without making a single sound loud enough for me to hear, was Many-maker. I looked up at her and saw her gaze focused intently on the games.

“I’m making some games to play.”

“Games?”

“Would you like to have a seat? I’ll explain them to you.”

She did so, and I showed her the basics of checkers and Connect-four. I had made the checkerboard easily enough, but the actual frame for putting the Connect-four discs into would need some work still. It was a bit intricate, but I was using the bone I had taken from Ivory’s room to dig a facsimile of what it would look like and the winning conditions of the game.

Many-maker was no Vera when it came to skill in playing. But she was friendly and interested. After playing a few rounds with her, she had broached the topic on her own.

“Husband make game, what need me?”

“Ah… well, as you may know, I had a bit of an illness over the last few days. I didn’t want to give anyone big seed when there was a chance it might not be. But now that I am feeling better, I was wondering if you would like to… get big seed… now?”

“Now? Not tonight?”

“If it’s okay with you, that is.”

“Yes, want! What need do?”

“Just come sit on my lap.”

She was a bit muddy, but it wasn’t filthy mud. She was probably working on something and Prima likely ordered her to come here, more than suggested. What was important was that other than her hands, her stomach, the cheeks on her face, and her butt, she was responsibly clean enough for me not to be deterred.

I would have done some oral foreplay, but I wanted to fuck. I wanted a fresh goblin pussy wrapped around my cock and she was going to have that honor. Again, she was rather plain in comparison to the other goblins, but it wasn’t off-putting at all. The scary thing was, she was probably the kind of plain woman I might have ended up married to–that she settled for–in my previous life, since I never had any luck with beautiful women. I curse the fact that I was just not tall at all back then.

I decided rather than to ask if she wanted it rough from the beginning, to just break her membrane slowly and then ramp up from there. She was fine with me groping and sucking on her breasts, and it was entirely by chance when she was trying to match a rhythm with me that she went down a bit too far and popped her own green cherry on my cock.

I felt it and held her tightly for a moment, not moving until the temporary pain passed.

“That big seed?”

“No. But that pain will only happen once and now you are ready for my big seed.”

“Want it! Husband show more games after?”

“I’ll show you plenty of them.”

While she was bouncing in my lap, she whispered into my ear that the other human was watching us. I told her not to mind it, and she didn’t for even a second. Goblins are not reserved about such things as being watched when having sex. So I made the best of the situation and after feeling her body submit to my dick with the feeling of her virginal cunt squeezing down on me from an orgasm, I blasted her insides with a full load of my jizz.

“That was big seed.” I said, to clarify.

My lap was covered in blood, but I think when she climbed off, she was looking for piss. Of course, once I get going now, I like to keep going. Being able to power through a few nuts in a row is amazing. She was game for some more, so I laid her down on the floor and enjoyed looking at her plain face as I buried myself between her legs which were spread and bent at the knee.

“Husband like milkies?”

“If it’s between I do and I don’t, then I do. I’m just having a bit of fun. If you don’t like it, I can stop.”

She shook her head. “Not mind, but like Husband seed-stick more.”

“Then hold on to me tight, and I’ll give you plenty of it.”

I felt all four of her limbs wrap around me tightly, and her fingers dig into my back.

All aboard!