As much as I would have loved to spend the night with Berry and my cute and bitey daughter, Diana, as Husband to the goblin tribe, I did have a duty to fill. As such, I returned to my room, at which time Prima had come to see me. The situation between us was still messy, I knew. I had spoken first, to let her know that I was fine with picking two goblins tonight as originally promised, however she refused to allow it. This complicated things because I then had to admit that I basically promised to give big seed to Bone-taker and Mushroom-picker tonight.
She put a stop to that immediately.
I wasn't being quarantined from the other goblins, but she wasn't leaving me to my own devices in the breeding cave either. Prima had decided to stick around, going so far as to bring me some additional food, some kind of amphibian or reptile meat, thankfully cooked, and had even put some kind of psychological pressure on me by simply sitting next to me while at the same time kind of giving me a cold shoulder too.
Now, I'm fully aware that the whole business over the last few days was a bit much, but I had my own strong feelings on the matter, and if I'm going to play the long con by accepting the role of Husband to a tribe of female goblins, I'd like to not be a piece of shit who just fucks them and contributes nothing else. Lily, Berry, Jewel, even the lazy guard Tree-chopper along with Prima have shown me that these girls are intelligent beings, capable of much more than perhaps even they are aware they can be, so I want to at least advance the level of civilization here if this is going to be my new life for the foreseeable future.
Plus, it's not like I hate Prima. I fully understand her hands were tied as the Guardian of the tribe. I was just being petty because I felt it should be a natural thing to want to help others in need, especially when all of these girls were essentially sister-wives to me and wanted to have my goblin babies. Of course to them I'm probably only a novel shared Husband–easily replaced, but I wanted better for them. I wanted them to want better for themselves!
But the look on Prima's face did hold worry. It was probably about the great human magic of spite I cast on her, or that she believed I had, anyway. Was she afraid I would try to negatively affect the pregnancies of any of the goblins I gave big seed to? I'm not that kind of petty. Kids are innocent, even if they are goblins. I could only imagine other adventurers hearing me say such a thing aloud… I'd probably wind up with a knife in my back in a dark alley.
I finished my meal, offered Prima my thanks once again, and laid down on the straw bed while Prima remained sitting upright next to me.
"The night's going to be long, and if you aren't going to let me do what I'm here to do, then do you want to waste big seed with me?"
She turned her head to look at me, as if I had asked the most bizarre question in the world to her.
Without so much as saying a word, she put herself on all fours in a doggy style with her goblin-hole facing me, and didn't move. Was she interested? Her cunt looked clean, aside from a little bit of dirt and a piece or two of straw stuck to her ass cheeks, so I got up, dusted off my main wife's derriere and got on all fours myself, shoving my face directly into her snatch.
She let herself be eaten out by me, adjusting herself a few times for balance while I worked on the sweet spots around her clitoral area. She seriously didn't say a single word to me the whole time, not even after she came and I mounted her from behind afterwards. She accepted me into her with ease and let me go to pound-town as I saw fit. I scooped her up and reached around the front of her body to grope her chest while I slid in and out of her, even giving her a few playful bites around her shoulders and neck. She moaned a little, giving up only that much simply because her body was being pleasured by my cock. Honestly, I wondered if goblin women weren't a bit more sensitive than human women, because by no measure did I think I was a silver medalist at fucking.
I had thrust as deep as I could when I finally came inside of her. Then all the strength she had in enduring sex with me had flowed out of her, and I had to hold on and gently lay her down onto the hay-bed.
As it turns out, goblins cried.
Prima cried.
I was probably a bastard for doing it, but I also did it because I wanted her to know that I wasn't going to refuse her because of the whole incident. If she wanted to present herself to fuck, we were going to fuck. Berry might be the first of the goblin tribe to have my child, but Prima was the one who had taken my first time and in the end, the one who fed me and protected me, and I did her wrong.
So what else could I do to make even the most basic act of reconciliation but hold on to her preciously?
Of course, that also meant my hand gently placed itself over her belly and rubbed the firm bump she now had. I wasn't a mind reader, and was aware we might not get anywhere without talking to each other properly, but she was still a woman I had to take care of.
We had plenty more sex. Some she initiated, the rest she let me initiate. All of it quiet sex when it came to words, but she opened herself to being vocal as she needed while I pleased her with my seed-stick throughout the evening… night… whenever it was. One thing that remained constant was that she wanted me to keep holding her hands and intertwining our fingers as I continued to waste my big seed inside of her.
And of course as she lay spent after each round, I kissed her growing belly a number of times and pulled her as close to me in a hug as possible. Eventually, she decided to speak to me, using my name which she bid me to keep hidden from the others.
"Ark."
"It's okay, Prima." I said to her, stroking her cheek. She probably had enough time to think about what she wanted to say to me, but I wanted to reassure her before she did.
She reached up and grabbed my wrist, bringing it back down to put on her belly.
"Say it again."
And so I did.
"It's okay."
She growled… or snarled. One of the two. Then she cried some more, quietly, in my arms.