Husband of the Goblin Tribe

Living with the goblin tribe these days is almost like one of those adult dating simulation games I played on the computer when I was a young teenager in my previous life. The first three goblins I slept with have become my sort-of-annoying come-see-me-everyday harem trio. Yeah, right now in the breeding room, Prima, Lily, and Jewel are all gathered here, and all of them arrived at about the same time in the morning, which is to say, that right now is breakfast time.

While Prima brought me fire meat as usual, Jewel’s was here to talk business since I was able to use magic to remodel cave-holes. Lily just wanted to sit on my lap and basically bogart me, seed-stick included. Prima seems to be able to control herself, but Jewel has a bit of a rivalry with Lily about who gets to hop on pop… er, Husband first whenever the two of them are in the same room as me.

Does the fact that they are goblins make me a normie, or does it disqualify me?

Well, Lily had her first dibs, so Jewel decided to talk shop while I pushed some runty green petals in. Jewel came to me with my very first work order. Well, it was a request if I wanted to do it, but we’re talking about bettering the living conditions of the goblins I’m impregnating here, so it’s an obvious thing that I want to do what I can to help them. Plus the boredom is real. I’d rather renovate than sit alone in the dark.

Ivory and Truffle had both visited Jewel earlier in order to ask her to let me give them a cave-hole makeover tomorrow. Seeing as how I had nothing on the agenda after tonight’s pre-selection being the cinnamon-haired goblin who gave me my undies in order to jump the queue, I was fast in agreeing to do the job. I also put in my two cents about wanting to make a better bed in my room for the enjoyment of any goblins coming to spend the night with me, or just to visit and waste big seed with me. I also requested for more of the straw used for the bed, and time to make a table for all of us to sit at when we ate breakfast.

Jewel was willing to work with me on those things, especially my bed. Lily was also interested in what kind of bed I would make, especially when I said it was going to be raised from the floor so I could, uh, put my seed-stick to better use with it like that.

Prima had business with me as well, but it was of an entirely different nature. She was holding on to my guild card, and wanted to know if I wanted to… look at it for a bit. It was interesting how she phrased it. I was reminded of my older brother in my previous life who had this really mouse-like girlfriend with massive tiddies who always wore fishnets and stole his favorite hoodie. She was never, ever, going to give it back to him, but on occasion she would let him wear it if he was going to go to the gym, or out on a jog on a cold day, so that when he came back it smelled like him all over again, and she’d just wear it all day blissfully.

Just the hoodie, maybe some panties–but not always.

That was how it sounded to me when Prima asked me if I wanted to look at it for a bit.

I said I’d like to see it, and asked permission first to update it. She had no clue what I meant, so I had to explain how the guild cards were created to be magically updated with a drop of blood from the adventurers they were attuned to. I had asked Prima to poke me with her sharp fingernail in a less veiny part of my arm, since I didn’t want to prick my finger if it might be stuffed up a goblin hooch in a short while, so she did and when a drop of my blood touched the card, it began to glow slightly.

“It’s not usable magic. It’s just reacting to the inert magic in the card, and all it’s doing is updating my personal information. It can’t do anything other than that.” I had to hurriedly explain before either Jewel or Prima reacted poorly to unauthorized magic.

To be honest, Jewel didn’t seem to care all that much, and Prima snatched the card right back after it stopped glowing. I had her lower it so I could show her that nothing on it had changed. Except it had. And not only on the front.

On the front of the card, the only major change was my job title.

 

On the back was something that I had to hold Prima’s hand steady so I could get a good look and read..

Huh…? Those weren’t there before!

I had three active skills with rank values, but they were originally Windshot at C, Fireball at D, and Magic Arrow at E. Did something happen to forcibly change my job from adventurer? I wasn’t even aware a job could be forcibly changed!  But now that I think about it, that crazy powerful being called the Great Protector might have somehow done something to me while I was out cold. I do remember it doing something to knock me out with magic when it was done talking to me, so maybe then…?

“What guild card say?” Prima insisted on knowing.

What the hell… it’s okay to tell them, right?

“My job and my skills changed when the card was updated. It no longer says I’m an adventurer, but instead my new job is called Goblin Sire. That’s the only change from the front. For the back, my usual combat magic skills changed into things related to… well… being Husband.”

I pointed out each line on the back, and what they meant. How the first line was of an unknown rank, and that I wasn’t actually sure of what it did. The next line was about my Fertility, which was, to my best guess, how easily I would be able to make a goblin pregnant with my big seed. And Libido… I also had to make an educated guess that it was related to how many times I could use my seed-stick or give big seed for any amount of time.

“Husband ranks good?” Jewel had asked, curious herself with the development.

“From the looks of it, yes.” I answered. “I don’t know how accurate some of it is, but I can tell you for sure that most humans cannot give this much big seed this often in this short of a timespan.”

Prima also agreed, saying that was the whole reason why she was worried about me wasting big seed. But now that it was not a critical issue, I was free to waste it as I saw fit, just as long as I was making progress, prioritizing at least one goblin a day who hadn’t yet received it.

I inquired about the total number of goblins living in the cave, and the number came out to fourteen. This was not including Diana. This number was indicative only of goblins who were of age to be seeded, and my next question had been… did it include the Old One.

It did, however…

“Husband choice.” Was the answer Prima gave me.

“What do you mean?” I asked with great interest.

Apparently, she really is the evil mother-in-law. Actually, that’s a horrible fucking way to put it, but she’s been placed in a separate category according to my wives. She was the matriarch of the current goblin tribe up until Prima came of age to be seeded. Now Prima, as the tribe’s Guardian, is the head of the tribe, having been given the role directly by the Great Protector, with the Old One having been relegated to something of an advisory role. The old one had dealt with the tribe back when it was also full of males and constantly raiding and being raided by humans and the like, so she knows humans like me as only the enemy. She has no goodwill towards me, only an interest in seeing the tribe grow in size.

I am, quite honestly, the meddling human son-in-law who has no use but to give her capable grandbabies.

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.