Husband of the Goblin Tribe

Chapter Seven – In which Ark is allowed to pick a goblin to impregnate, unknowingly beginning a chain of events that will move the plot along.

Sometime in the afternoon, Prima had come to visit me, bringing me a much desired source of light in the form of a fresh torch. The last one had flickered out hours ago, and I really hated that I had to constantly exist in pitch blackness more often than not.

“What Husband doing?”

“Push-ups. A human exercise. They keep my arms strong.”

“When stop?”

“I can stop now. Do you need something from me, Prima?”

“Yes. Prima think. Husband listen?”

“Sure,” I said, moving from a push-up position to sitting cross-legged on the straw bed next to me. “I’m all ears.”

“Husband want pick next goblin give big seed?”

“You want me to pick?”

“Let Husband think. Want do?”

“I guess…? But won’t it make some goblins mad at me for not being chosen sooner than others?”

“Husband pick goblin. Goblin picked last, picked last. Night come, Prima bring three. Husband pick one, Husband pick all, Prima not care. Only care goblin get big seed.”

It was a compelling enough argument for now. I didn’t mind doing the picking.

“I agree. It would also give me a chance to reinforce my position on cleanliness.”

“What Husband mean? Move dirt again?”

“I meant that it would let me remind the ones not being picked that coming to visit me when their body is clean, is a very good idea to increase their chances at getting picked for big seed by me.”

“Husband agree? Good. Prima come later with goblins.”

Prima turned away uncaring, her business done with me for now.

“Um… Prima?” I called out to her.

“What want?”

I walked over to her and gave her a hug. She didn’t refuse it.

“Thank you for being understanding earlier with Lily.”

“No do for Lily. Do for Husband. What stupid Husband do with fire meat, Prima not care.”

“However you want to see it. Thank you anyway.”

I released her from the hug and let her go. She took a few steps away and stopped.

“Prima keep clean… Husband do thing with Prima?” She said while pointing at her loincloth.

“Sure, anytime you want.”

“Prima think more.”

And then she left. There’s no way Prima is a tsundere, is she?

I went back to exercising, laying on my back with my knees bent, preparing to do some sit-ups. I want to say I wish I had something else to do, but aside from regular access to a waterskin of clean water and a constant light source, I was having trouble figuring out where I was on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Being in the pitch-black darkness for hours on end was very disorienting. I was fairly sure the goblin’s cave was free of rats, bats, spiders, or other weird creepy crawlies, so I wondered if maybe they had been scavenged to extinction sometime before I arrived?

When the torchlight eventually went out again, I decided to take a nap. Might as well be at my best again tonight for whoever is the lucky one that gets picked by me.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was to a clearly visible Prima shaking me awake.

“Wake up. Prima bring goblins. Husband pick now which give big seed.”

One of the nice things about waking up around here is the fact that not a single goblin covers their breasts. Modesty extends to a loincloth at best, and even then, I don’t think they really care one way or another about wearing them. Jewel and Lily were not among the goblins who had come on Prima’s order. Not surprising, since my job was to inseminate new goblins at a rate of at least one a night so far as I understood it.

I got up from my straw bed already sporting a heavy erection. I looked over all three of them first before I began talking.

“Before I picks which goblin I will give big seed to, I want to make one thing clear to all of you right now. The goblin I will think about picking the soonest is one who cleans their neck, milkies, and fuckhole before coming to my cave-hole. It doesn’t have to be every day that you clean them, but please, if you are covered in dirt or blood or shit in those places, it really makes me not want to give you any big seed at all. I will give you it anyway, since that is my duty as your Husband, but I won’t promise that it will be the best big seed I can give you. That’s all.”

There was some chattering among the three gathered goblins before one of them asked the question I expected to hear about what I said.

“Why care clean? Only put seed-stick in fuckhole.” One of them complained.

I looked towards Prima for a moment, and then back to the three goblin candidates. Prima decided to assist me in her own way.

“If all goblin want is quick seed and not big seed. Not want enjoy seed-stick in fuckhole, make goblin feel stupid-think, have legs bend like reeds for day, then no listen Husband. Prima say goblin big-stupid if not listen Husband.”

After that, I took a second look at each of the three goblin women who had been brought for me to choose from. Making a proper second pass, my eyes kept returning to the goblin that had caught my eye almost immediately after the first pass. Her chest wasn’t huge, but this large brown body scar she had from her collar running diagonal between her breasts and ending down just below her belly button was quite impressive. I reached out to touch it and she puffed out her chest to let me. Was she proud of it?

“You.”

“Why pick ugly scar?” The goblin immediately next to her, one that looked a little crow-like became upset.

“Shut stupid mouth!” Prima yelled from the side at her almost immediately, “Husband not care if Ugly Scar or Runt! Gobiln want pick next? Listen Husband, go clean body! Make Husband want pick!”

I couldn’t quite make out all of it since she shouted it really quickly and the goblin language still sounded quite broken to me, but it seemed to pacify the one who had spoken out.

“Husband done choose?” Prima followed up with me.

Did she want me to choose another? To be honest, I’d be fine doing so, but… I had something in mind for this one.

“I’m done.” I answered Prima.

“Both goblin not pick leave now! Tomorrow Husband pick more! Come then.”

There was a bit of grumbling to be expected, but they all listened to Prima in the end and left. She had also stayed behind for a moment to say something to the one I had just selected.

“Husband not need rope. Husband giving big seed good. Listen Husband, get seed-head stupid-think. Legs bend like reeds, belly full, fuckhole sore. Husband keep warm after.”

“Me listen Husband. Me get strong ones!” The one I had chosen replied confidently.

Prima laughed.

“Prima go sleep cave-hole. Maybe go stream, clean body before bring Husband tomorrow fire meat.”

I grinned at her. She returned it in kind before turning around and leaving me alone with the prideful looking goblin with the long body scar. I had kind of expected her to put up some kind of fight, but instead she immediately fell to her knees once Prima left the room.

“Are you okay?”

“Only talk strong. Not want reedy legs, sore fuckhole, but want strong ones. Not think Husband pick Ugly Scar… also not think pick Runt…”

I put my arms around her, trying to console her as I watched the entire show of bravado drain out of her quickly. I kind of wanted to ask about how she got this amazing scar, or rather how she survived getting it, but decided to change my game plan. I had planned to try being extremely rough with her, maybe go three rounds with her, leaving her a broken mess afterwards. But now I was worried it really would leave her a broken mess afterwards, and not in a good way.

“Husband will be gentle if you want.”

“Gentle?”

“Uh… make not hurt much?” I tried explaining in what I felt was the actual goblin language.

“Want. Want big seed, not want hurt. Not like… hurt.”

She had a troubled look on her face as she said that, possibly recalling some traumatic memory as she did. I would be far from a gentlemanly kind of Husband if I did not provide her with a safe and enjoyable experience here. I might be a breeding slave to the goblin tribe, but I’m also their Husband., For this one with the ugly scar, it’s her first night with me, and I feel like leaving her with a good impression.

“Hmm. Okay. I will do what I can to make it not hurt. But I will need you to do a few things so this can happen as painlessly as possible.”

“What me do?”

“First, take off your loincloth.”

She reached down and gave it a tug, flinging it away a bit from the straw bed.

“What next do?”

I sat down on the straw pile and spread my legs. I patted the space between them and told her to come sit down. She did as asked, and as soon as she had, I noticed she had almost no trace of the musky scent Jewel, Lily, or Prima had.

“Do you clean yourself often?” I asked her, noticing even her hair wasn’t a matted mess.

“Yes. Must stay clean. Scar… rot if dirty.”

Ah. So she was aware of the infectious nature of a large wound not being cleaned and treated. It did look healed though, did she think she was still at risk of infection or necrosis? I felt like this was going to make things very easy for me.

“Alright. Have you ever received big seed before?”

“No. First big seed with Husband.”

Another first timer? Sweet. Were they all virgins like I was?

“Then, Husband will touch your body a lot and try to make you feel good at first. Doing so will make your fuckhole wet and loosen it a little so that it wont hurt when my seed-stick goes in to give you big seed.”

“Husband rub fuckhole?”

“I’ll be doing a bit of that, yes.”

“Me like rub fuckhole.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Listen Husband… make seed-head stupid think?” She inquired amicably.

“I’ll do my best.”

While things had been pretty straightforward with Prima and Jewel, and I had tested the waters with Lily, I was going to go for the lovey-dovey approach with this one. I had begun our copulation session by running my hands first along the sides of her body, from the outsides of her arms at the shoulders and then down the length of her deeply green-toned arms and onto her body, stopping to give a playful groping of her moderately sized green breasts. They were fairly fluffy as far as breasts went, so I had to actively pull myself away from them before I ended up forgetting what I was trying to do in the first place. My hands continued down her front to her stomach feeling the groove the huge scar had on her skin, and then to the sides of her body around the hips, to the outside of her thighs down to the ashy knees, and back up again along the inner tract of her soft thighs until my hands were cupping her hot goblin cunt.

I lifted one hand back up to her lips.

“Will you lick my fingers? It’ll make rubbing your fuckhole feel good.”

She reached up and took hold of my wrist, bringing my digits to her mouth where her longish tongue, dripping with copious amounts of goblin saliva had saturated each of my four main fingers. A bit excessive, but these girls aren’t exactly specialized in the nuanced erotic. I might also be a bit of a pervert as it is, so I guess I need to introduce these things to them slowly.

My now-lubricated fingers retreated back between her legs and with my other hand I spread her pussy, gently rubbing up and down her inner tract with the lubricated hand. I was fairly certain from the cunnilingus I did on Lily that I knew which one of the bumps I needed to focus teasing around, and feeling her body lean into mine once I had let me believe I was on the right path.

“Husband rub fuckhole good.”

“You have a very nice fuckhole to rub.” I answered. The goblin language was pretty limited, and I was surprised they understood what I was saying, because at times, I was certain I wasn’t speaking it, but it somehow came out that way to them without much issue.

“Spread your legs a bit more.” I said to her, which allowed me much more access to her down there. I was able to rub all the way to the entrance itself and I carefully inserted two fingers.

“Husband put finger, not seed-stick in fuckhole?”

“Only for now. I’m going to help prepare it by getting it nice and wet, stretching it slowly so it won’t hurt when it’s time to put my seed-stick inside.”

While my goblin bespittled fingers continued to work on stimulating her pussy, my other hand continued to caress her body all over, eventually finding its way back up to her breasts where I squeezed them as much as I wanted to my own satisfaction. They felt damn nice. Of course since she was clean, I also began kissing her neck, shoulders, and back, nibbling on her in places and eliciting a soft snarling sound from her mouth.

“If you feel like you’re going to piss, don’t worry. It’s not piss, so let it come out, okay? It’s a special trick I know that makes your fuckhole take my big seed better.”

“Me listen Husband.”

I continued to make this goblin feel good with my hands and my kisses on her body, making it a point to ask her if she liked me rubbing a certain part of her, while also getting somewhat personal, asking her what kind of role she played in the goblin tribe. Turns out she is similar to Lily. She dealt in poisons and hunted small game only. I didn’t think goblin society was that complicated, and it turned out I was right. Her poison traps mainly consisted of finding noxious berries that caused irritating or debilitating effects to small game and mashing and mixing them with bait that her prey would eat. Then, when they were ill and affected, she could capture them easily.

“Husband, feel like piss now.”

“Okay, I want you to hold it in for as long as you can, and when you can’t, just let it explode out of you. It will make you… feel real good. Real… stupid-think.”

I picked up the pace of my rubbing on her clitoris and she began to squirm until she couldn’t hold it any longer and yowled, as her whole body convulsed a few times. I did see a little bit of something shoot out, but I wasn’t going to say anything. No need to embarrass her.

“GWOO~ Feel… stupid-think… now.”

“Okay, ready for the next part?”

“Husband seed-stick? Time give big seed?”

“Yes. I will put it in slow, and you will tell me how you feel. I will do my best to make it so you feel as little pain as possible.”

It was important to inform and reinforce each action I was going to take with her.

“What me do?”

“Lay down on your side.”

I had her lay down on the straw bed on her side, and I got on my knees, lifting one of her legs up and letting it rest on my shoulder while I slid myself right up against her fully accessible deep green pussy. My cock had long been erect, and all that mattered now was doing a little bit of last-minute churning with my fingers, making sure the whole thing was lubricated. When I felt it was satisfactory, I began to push into her with my goblin-slayer.

Slowly, I let her pussy wrap around my cock, avoiding any uncomfortable friction at first. The problem only seemed to come when I was about halfway in. There was a very noticeable wall or membrane inside of her that didn’t want to let me go any further without pushing hard against it. I had kept the fucking and poking of it very slow and gentle for a while before deciding to ask her about it.

“Not know. Feel strange when seed-stick poke.”

Was this membrane some kind of internal goblin hymen? Come to think of it, I had noticed that something similar occurred with Prima, Jewel, and Lily as well, and fucking them for the first time always left a significant amount of blood on my cock afterwards. Lily had said the amount of pain she felt wasn’t all that much when it was her turn. Prima had even mentioned the large amount of blood shed by Jewel was a good omen.

“I think I have to somehow push through that in order to put my big seed in your belly. There is a chance that maybe it will hurt a little after all.”

“Husband.”

“Yes?”

“Husband care Ugly Scar?”

“I do. If you’ll trust me just a little more, I’ll try and do it as gently as possible.”

“Trust? What trust?”

“Uh… think good that Husband doesn’t ever want to hurt you?”

“Me… trust.”

“Good girl. I’ll go slow for now.”

I pushed in, feeling the strange membrane resisting against my cock. I continued to push into it as her breathing rapidly increased. Then suddenly, the tension disappeared instantly and a gushingly familiar hot and wet sensation soaked my dick inside of her. She had grunted a little when it happened. I stopped moving instantly to give her time to adjust.

“Are you okay?”

“N-not hurt… more than… bug bite.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it hurt less.”

“...get big seed now?”

“Yes. I’ll give you plenty of big seed now.”

“Belly full?”

“Yep. I will fill you up until no more will fit inside.”

“Me ready!”

Her enthusiasm now at max, I continued to push into her the rest of the way, which wasn’t much further truth be told. I then began to give long, slow strokes, her cunt absolutely lubricated beyond belief. She was still breathing rapidly. Inquiring why, she said she didn’t know but that her fuckhole felt good, and for me to not stop. So it was a slow fuck until my own cock was so sensitive from fucking her, I couldn’t hold back either. I felt a huge amount of cum spew out from my balls and I just ejaculated over and over inside of her. I made sure to bury myself deep inside of her when I had, and she grunted as I painted her monster womb white with my seed.

“Me feel big seed.”

I had pulled out of her and my cock was an absolutely bloody mess. Furthermore, a great deal of blood had already trickled out of her, staining her entire crotch and midway down one thigh and onto a part of my straw bed as well.

“How are you feeling? Are your legs okay?”

“Yes. Legs not feel like reeds.”

“Shall we rest for a moment? It will give us a chance to catch our breath before I give you more of my seed-stick.”

“More seed-stick? Husband give big seed again?”

“I would like to, if you’re okay with it?”

“Husband can do? Not waste seed?”

“Well, isn’t the goal to make sure you have a big belly? I want to make sure you have the biggest belly full of strong ones. Didn’t you also ask for a full belly?”

“Me want… but why Husband do?”

“I have nothing else to do but this. So, I want to enjoy it, and I want you to enjoy it, and for all goblins who come here to enjoy it, whether they will get big seed from me for the first time, or maybe to stop by and waste big seed with me for fun. Even if I’m just a human used for breeding, you all call me Husband, and all the strong ones will be made from my big seed, right?”

“What Husband think? Husband not upset give big seed every day to goblins?”

“I may have thought that at first, sure. But no one here has been cruel to me. If your happiness as a goblin is to have many strong ones, then that should be my happiness too. That you have as many children as I can give you that you want to have.”

I went and laid down next to her, spooning her gently, stroking her cheeks, squeezing her breasts a little and running my finger along the length of her long brown scar.

“Husband think… scar… ugly?”

“Not at all. I think it makes you look strong. And you were. Strong and brave, taking my seed-stick and big seed.”

She grabbed my hand and put it on her belly.

“Have many strong ones soon, Husband. Must make cave-hole bigger.”

“I see. How big is your cave-hole? About the size of this room?”

“Not know? Husband cave-hole goblin-home biggest.”

“I didn’t know. I’ve only ever been in this room or to the shit-pit.”

“Me talk with Lily. Hear get name after Husband give goblin big seed?”

“Yeah. I’ve given names to each of the goblins I’ve given big seed to so far. Prima, Jewel, and Lily.”

“Me… get name?”

“You want one?”

“Me want!”

“Hmm, let me think a little about what to call you then. Before that, however, tell me how big your cave-hole is.”

She looked around and pointed. “From corner there… here.”

The space she was describing was less than a quarter of the size of this room. As she continued her crude explanation, her room was one of the bigger ones in the cave, and was hers only because it was nearest to the shit-pit. Convenient to that location, yes. But that also came with having to tolerate the terrible smell emanating nearby.

“Not bad. Berry, tree-skin, flower. All make cave-hole smell good.”

It sounded like she was talking about making a potpourri or something.

“Hmm. I think I know what I want to call you now.”

“Husband give name?”

“Yes. I’ll call you Berry.”

“Me… Berry?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“Me… Berry. Like Berry.”

“I’m glad. Now, have you caught your breath? We have all night to have fun together.”

“Husband. It… okay if… make Berry legs… bend like reeds.”

Though we took many breaks throughout the night, she eventually passed out while I was deep inside of her on my personal quest to sculpt her pussy to fit the shape of my cock. I didn’t feel like her lack of consciousness was really all that important, just as long as she remained wet inside. So, keeping to my promise of filling her belly to bursting, I just kept fucking her gobhole until I had come so much, I had to tap out before I went unconscious myself. By that point the torch had long since expired, and she was quite comfortable and war to hold in my arms as I slept next to her.

Four goblins down. I wonder how many were left to go…?