It's really wild to have to explain it like that, but that's how it is.
Now, she's not in the main choosing pool of goblins to which seven remain to be given big seed, but she's also not off-limits to me. However, the question is, do I really want to knock up a shitty old hag of a goblin who is most certainly stuck in her human-hating ways and not even remotely receptive to human influence for the good of the tribe.
Oh yeah, she's still fertile. As if that thought didn't terrify me far more than it should.
When I asked them what their feelings were on the matter, all three of them once more said it was entirely my choice. It was like a unified and scripted reply and answer. They did not betray any emotions towards her. I couldn't even figure out if it was a quiet don't fuck our mom or a we'll turn our heads for the sake of the tribe and for our husband's insatiable lust kind of feeling I got from them.
And by mom, I mean caretaker. I don't know if any of the goblins are actually her biological children. I don't know if I even want to know. I feel like I should just let sleeping gobs lie.
No. For now the Old One is definitely off the table. But, she was inclusive of the fourteen goblins who could be given big seed among the tribe, which means the addition of Diana makes fifteen goblins in total living in the cave with me.
Okay, population check… done!
Prima, Jewel, Lily, and for the hell of it Truffle and Ivory are in the pregnant category. Berry is in the waiting for fuckhole to heal category, and that leaves, excluding the Old One and definitely excluding Diana, seven more goblins to go.
"What happens after I give big seed to everyone at least once? Will the cycle continue like this, or can I just freely choose from then on?" I had asked for clarification.
"Not know." Prima answered honestly. "Not sure Husband give more than three big seed. Old one say human women only good three litters strong ones…"
Ah. Yeah, breeding done between a man and a woman is vastly different. The bodies of Human women (or that of other races like Elves or Dwarves, excluding Beastfolk which do exist in this world) aren't meant to become pregnant three to four times a year, especially with however many goblin babies they could end up gestating to live birth. Plus, I can't imagine it's anything but a horrible sight to witness should more than one goblin child decide to exit their mother's gob-hole.
I shuddered at the thought of an absolutely destroyed goblin pussy.
"Alright, I have the all the answers I need for now."
Lily was licking my chest and drooling because she had already come from my seed-stick. I didn't spooge inside of her because I was distracted with the whole details of my life business that was going on. Jewel was more than happy to extract her from my lap, and climb on for her turn.
"Jewel, give half." Prima demanded and pushed me down as if I was half of a candy bar or something, and proceeded to squat on my face for her fair share of fun with Husband.
And so, acclimating well to the goblin breeder life, I was raped until everyone was satisfied.
I'm just glad they are all women.
Later that evening…
It was pretty much a farce for two of the three brought to my room.
I had picked the goblin with the cinnamon hair color and the other two, whom I learned were called Many-maker and Sneaky-fingers filed out of the room, disappointed. After tonight it would be seven done and six to go.
I'd like to say that Fish-catcher and I had time to chat and get to know each other first, but she was all business up front from the start. She had told me she was at the stream earlier and was thoroughly clean in all the places I had requested. And she did look impeccably clean for a goblin, not even a tangle to be found in her hair, so I had no objections to getting right into the swing of things.
"Remember, want same thing Jewel." She said again, and was quick to get on her hands and knees.
I had explained about something I wanted to try once, and if she was willing. I wanted to rape a goblin. I mean, it's not really rape if she's willing and eager, but I wanted to be somewhat more… brutal. Well, not violence-brutal, just excessively aggressive while we banged.
She was all for it.
"Already say. Not care break fuckhole. Want like that. Legs bend like reeds for day."
Right. So, uh. Yeah.
I was a gentleman though, in putting my seventh wife's needs first, so I took a moment to explain what would happen if I wasn't lubed up with some goblin spit and a little bit of licking. My goal wasn't to ruin the experience, but to enhance it, since she wanted it rough. I heavily recommended that she did, that way I'd be able to slide in her without complication and get right to it so I could give her the experience I thought she wanted, and that she said she wanted.
She was fully cooperative, I'll give her that much.
With a disgustingly wet dick, I went in hard with no foreplay to speak of, shoving myself balls deep into her rapeable pussy. I ruptured the membrane in one go, and felt her gush all over my cock, finishing the rest of the bloody lube job I expected to happen. Now, rape is an artform, and one I admit fully to being inexperienced at performing, since I'm a gentleman.
However, this cinnamon-haired goblin was like one of those girls with major daddy issues, and as luck would have it, I just had a daughter with Berry not too long ago, thereby making me not only a Husband, but also a Daddy.
Convenient to the plot, isn't it?
I grabbed a fistful of her reddish-brown hair and yanked on it hard while I slapped her ass and just brutally swung my hips into her. She was yelling and screaming and moaning and god damn was I just not able to handle it properly. I was a bad rapist. I had to work harder. Thankfully, my cock was willing to help me see my own dreams come true, so I shoved this slutty goblin's face right down into the straw bed and showed her no mercy as my balls practically turned blue dumping load after comically huge load into her bloody dick-beaten cunt.
I wasn't kind at all with her, and she made it clear she didn't want me to be.
When I was done with raping her from behind, of course it was time for a pussy-pounding from the front as she was hefted up onto my cock and pinned against the wall as I slammed my hips into her for round two. She dug hard into my back with her sharp fingers, drawing blood, and grunted along with me as my seed-stick did it's unholy damnedest to rearrange her pretty little green guts.
I won't claim to have read the Kama Sutra in my previous life, but I did read a lot of graphically erotic manga, especially ones that came shrink-wrapped from a certain Eastern country and had warning labels on them. I didn't have any tentacles to work with, but the way I had her body contorted and her limbs being restrained as I forced myself into her at every conceivable angle I could manage, I didn't think she'd object all that much even if I had.
Besides, we had a safeword.
Underwear!
Oh, maybe I should have told her that before we started?
Well, I doubt she can say underwear right now even if she wanted to.
The base of my dick was caked in blood and bubbling cum, and her pussy wasn't all that better off, just as creamy on the outside. She had a really nice vagina too before I began. Like it wasn't one of those nasty lunchmeat ones that were meant for fucking. This was one of those nice photogenic vaginas, and I really felt the smallest amount of guilt beating it to hell.
Furthermore, she was one of the first goblins I saw with a decent amount of hair down there. It wasn't a lot, just a few wispy strands, but that gave me hope for the future when these goblins became MILFs. Or would it be GILFs? No, the G makes it seem like grandma and not goblin, and I don't want to think about the Old one while I'm erect and potentially fucking her biological goblin daughter.
I lost count of how many times I came inside of Fish-catcher. Maybe five? Six? She was a champ, gasping and heaving at the end, and I just had to let her rest for a bit. Because I wasn't sure how much more she could endure.
So, it was time for pillow talk!
Or… not. She's out for the count.
Pity.