Husband of the Goblin Tribe

[v2] Chapter One – In which Ark, who is somehow still our main character, becomes the unwilling recipient of Diana Artemis’ first time.

I want it to be known that I fought the good fight. That I tried to stay true to my beliefs that my daughters are the most important thing in my life, and that I’ve done everything that I could to keep them on what I believed to be the right path in life.

However, there are some things I was having difficulty accepting, and that was the budding, impossible feelings that my daughters have for me in their hearts. Naturally, such things as a father having relations with his daughters wasn’t something I ever considered allowing to happen.

My daughters are all wonderful and deserving of someone who will take care of them and love them properly. I even reconciled the likelihood that many of them might share one man, much as their mothers share me. Strangely, as long as the man wasn’t a total piece of shit, I was willing to hand over my daughters to him in the hopes that they would be happy… eventually. When they become adults. Many months from now.

That being said, I’ve somehow made the serious blunder of wishfully thinking that they inherited more of my humanity than they actually did. This came to a head earlier when my eldest daughter, Diana Artemis, underwent her first Ceremony of Blood, the Blood Fury, and like Prima, Jewel, and even Doll before her, changed into even more of a goblin than she previously was.

Now, I had kept away from those three as they went through their Blood Furies when told to by Vera, Old One, and Glace (through Button), but this was Diana Artemis. I didn’t feel that there was any reason to fear her. None of my daughters would hurt me.

But… She was five moons old going on fifteen… I didn’t know exactly what happens to a goblin biologically when they undergo one of those so early, so, trying to be there for her in a positive manner only backfired horribly.

Yeah. Just laying down next to her and rubbing her lower back much as a clueless good-natured father might do for his daughter who experienced having her first period a few years earlier than usual (even though goblins don’t have those), seemed to trigger something inside of her. She rolled over and pinned me down, instinctively sinking her teeth into my shoulder, something I was a little wary of but not in any kind of improper way.

I’m used to being bitten, though mostly by my wives while we engage in procreation activities. Being bitten was the catalyst for Prima, Jewel, and Doll all undergoing Blood Furies, so I assumed this was related to it. Maybe a quick taste of my blood would settle her down.

How wrong I was.

Glace, my runty fifth daughter who is blessed with an immense amount of magical power was somehow always aware of it when it happens. And, like usual, she picked the last possible moment to appear in order stop me from being severely assaulted. Except, this time, she didn’t.

“GWAAHR! Today Diana Artemis claim Husband! Shaman no try stop!”

Glace had walked over towards us and manifested a number of Land Runes which quickly flew towards my body, pulling up threads of stone-compacted dirt which restrained my wrists and ankles. That action mystified me and seemed to do the same to Diana.

“Shaman not stop?”

Glace just shook her head before pointing at her own eyes and then at me.

“Want watch?” Diana asked her.

Glace’s reply was to simply nod her head.

“Okay. Berry teach Diana Artemis what do. Show Shaman how get big-seed from Husband. How make strong-ones!”

“NO! NO. We are not doing anything that will result in making strong-ones, Diana.” I said, firmly, to my eldest.

“Not listen Husband. Diana Artemis next Guardian. Not strong-one anymore! Have own cave! Blood Fury! Old enough goblin take seed-stick and big-seed!”

It was tough coming up with a cohesive argument to deter her, mainly because she was a goblin. Yes, she was more than four moons old, which meant in this goblin society she was no longer considered a child. She had fulfilled all of the criteria for moving to the next stage of her life, but I was hard pressed to argue the legitimacy of her claim. From what I know of when goblins are old enough to reproduce as told to me by Old One, it’s fifteen months after they come into the world. Her mother, Berry, was about twenty months old when we first did it, which was troubling enough, since I only found out about that particular detail long after she had given birth to our daughter.

I mean, goblins grow fast, so maybe that was the case here and I was simply not properly informed about it. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the nature of our pre-existing relationship. This is not something that should be happening between a parent and a child, yet, even my other daughter, Glace, seemed to be endorsing it.

“Glace! Be reasonable here! This isn’t right!”

I decided to try and appeal to my bratty daughter to release me, but the look she was giving me was more than just her usual mischievous one. She was invested in seeing this wrong thing happen, so I had no choice but to try and manifest a Rune on my own to try and dispel my hands being bound.

My attempt at doing so was quickly met with a counterspell from her.

“Damn it!” more colorful expletives came from my mouth, and a promise that if either of them dared to go through with it, I was not going to be forgiving.

Yet, there was nothing I could do. As angry as I was, unfortunately I am, as Stella would say; a goblin-fucker. As such, the body of Diana Artemis which was currently going through a Blood Fury had developed quite a bit. While it may or may not equate to her mind catching up with that development, at the very least, daughter aside, she was quite beautiful for a goblin. But so was her mother, and goblin genetics appear to be extremely kind. As a result, that part of me, with her body where it was on top of mine, had little difficulty riling me up, much to my own revulsion of myself.

“GWAH!”

It took little effort for her to capture what part of me she desired and to induct her into the equivalent of goblin womanhood. How she was able to fit me in with ease where even Prima had some difficulty is a testament to something, what exactly, I don’t know… but it was done. Inside of her, while tight and hot, what I expected would be there, the goblin membrane that acted as a barrier to her womb, what was also part of the Ceremonies of Blood called the Blood Awakening, was absent.

To Diana, though, it didn’t seem to matter. I don’t think even if Glace wanted to, she could stop Diana now. Diana’s sharp fingers pressed hard into my chest, around my pectorals, piercing my skin and drawing blood. She gyrated her hips and used me as a supportive bracing so she could easily raise and lower herself on my cock.

Diana was growling and drooling and enjoying every bit of this depraved act.

Glace, who remained off to the side wearing her raccoon shaman outfit had slid the tail to the side and was rubbing herself as she watched.

I was being violated, which was nothing new in retrospect… only the participants.

But as a man, unless I could get unaroused, trying as I might to think of something that could potentially do it, I was forced to face the reality that nothing had changed at all since my capture months ago. I was a goblin breeding slave, and as my balls churned, sending that sensation upwards to my brain, nature was far more willing to give my daughter what I would have adamantly refused.

I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes, wanting to cry but unable to shed a single tear as I was forced to ejaculate inside my tan skinned bear-killing wolf-slaying drop goblin princess.

“GWOOH!”

It was done.

Well, the first round was done, anyways.

As Diana is a strong goblin and I was being entirely passive on my end trying to cope mentally with what she had done and was continuing to do, she had plenty of energy to keep going a few more times. I was angry, without a doubt, but my anger wasn’t directed at her. A little at Glace, yes, but not at Diana. Primarily, I was angry with myself for not being able to break free from the restraints. For being weaker than either of my daughters while being an adult man, to the point that two young goblin girls could so easily capture and disable me and do whatever they wanted. That neither my own magic nor physical strength was strong enough to break free of this situation.

When Diana was done doing the deed, she collapsed on top of me, licking the dried blood around my pectorals from where her fingers had dug into my skin. Glace left the room, but left my bonds intact, requiring me to manifest another single Rune to dispel them, which I did to the ones on my wrists as soon as I could.

I could have pushed Diana Artemis off of me, I could have spanked her as a punishment, I could have vented my frustration at her. There were so many things I could have done to show my disappointment in her actions, but all I did was put my arms around her and hold her against my body. Because I didn’t know what the right thing to do here was. All because the very last thing I wanted to do to her, was to ever have her associate sex and violence as things that go together.

As a man, it’s one thing to have let Prima force herself on me when I was in a similar position after having been captured. I made the choice to live by accepting it then, mainly because I had been on a quest to subjugate goblins, which by due process would have meant subjugating Prima in the first place. I realized that it could be considered some kind of cosmic karma payback that, in exchange for Prima not being subjugated, and in return for me not being killed in turn, I had to accept that as the balancing act of life in action.

It’s also another thing that I committed such an act to Stella as a means of saving both of our lives. Me, because I was selfish and didn’t want to die after having finally become a father, even if my daughters had a completely goblin appearance. Stella, because, if I didn’t do it, she would have had no value and therefore no reason to be kept alive. It’s a stretch of reasoning, yes, but it was all I had to work with. I did what I felt I had to, believing that Stella would rather live and find an eventual chance to escape, than to die in some goblin cave in the middle of nowhere for no good reason at all.

“Gwooh~ Husband…”

I took as deep a breath as I could with Diana Artemis lying on top of my body and stroked her hair gently.

“Daddy.” I corrected her defeatedly, knowing it wouldn’t make any difference now. We had just passed that point of innocence.

“Diana Artemis… love Husband.”

I wanted to reply to her and say the same. But doing so in this situation… might be misleading.

I manifested a Rune again to dispel the restraint on my ankles and could at least move all of my limbs properly again. I was able to tilt my body to the side, depositing Diana onto the straw of the bed we had been sharing. She turned her body over and pressed her back against my front.

“Husband care Diana Artemis?”

I brought my arm down and draped it over her body. She took hold of it once I had and placed it on her belly, keeping her own arm pressed over it and securing it against her body. While keeping her body warm with my own, I retreated mentally and determined that things, while bad, could have most certainly been worse.

Orchid and Lilac could have been here, or Glace herself could have joined in. In the end, the only damage that occurred here was to the familial bond I have with Diana Artemis. Not wanting to take a walk of shame back to the breeding room, I closed my eyes and privately wished that when I next woke up, it would be in any other cave-hole, next to any of my adult wives, and be nothing more than a disturbing nightmare.

But such things were not to be the case.

When I woke up, Diana was gone. I lay alone in her bed, not wanting to accept the truth.

I made my way from her upstairs room down to the first floor, taking back my bone bracelet with the topaz stone which had been left for me on her dining table. I traveled down a bit through the main corridor stopping only to use the shit-pit to relieve myself before returning to the breeding room where I then slipped into the cold shower, and then into the heated bath to soak afterwards in an effort to get myself clean. Afterwards, I went into my small bedroom adjacent to Vera’s and using the topaz stone I sealed up the entrance to my room and began carving an elaborate barrier to keep everyone and everything out.

I couldn’t help but think that maybe boredom was a culprit for what had happened, so I came up with what I thought would be a good idea to combat it. I silently created a passage from my room heading upward, where I would do what thousands of generations of parents had done long before me.

Create an elaborate system of chores for my daughters to do.

After all, they can’t get into mischief if they have things they need to get done first…