Husband of the Goblin Tribe Chapter Eighteen – In which Ark has a fun threesome with Tru

“Husband co cave-hole.” Truffle answered her. “Show Husband mushrooms, Husband give na. Husband think most tasty mushroom!”

“Husband not wrong. Already more mushroom than goblin in head.” The goblin who entered happened to be Bone-taker, and also on the nu today for impregnation. “Want co back later?”

“Husband, only Truffle give big seed to?” Truffle asked in an unintentionally seductive way.

“Hmm, I did promise to give both of you big seed. Is it okay if she stays?”

“Yes! Stay! Husband give big seed too!” She said happily to her… friend?

“Give big seed now?”

“Maybe a na too if you’d like.”

“Husband give na?”

“Uh-huh. Husband say na Truffle!”

“What na give?” Bone-picker asked with so visible enthusiasm at the prospect.

“Do you want your na now?”

“ want!” she said greedily.

“Then I will call you Ivory. In human words it ans pretty bones. Many humans also collect bones from creatures and display them in their outside-caves for friends who co to visit to enjoy looking at.” I explained.

She seed to be enamored by the na I gave her, probably because it was related to bones.

Ivory’s original intention for visiting Truffle was to have the resident Mushroom-picker examine the ones she found while out hunting, to see if they were safe to eat. So, I let Truffle sit up and take the mushrooms which looked a bit shriveled up and had gaps that looked like holes. Was it a morel mushroom?

“Dirt-at mushroom.” She said after receiving one and fingering the whole mushroom. “Find by great tree?”

“Yes. Hiding from black-claws up in big tree until leave. Saw mushroom growing and take for eating. Not eat. Listen say not eat mushrooms until show first.”

Why do I think Ivory has sohow made this mistake before?

There were five of the mushrooms. Truffle picked one for herself, and gave another one to .

“Uh, thanks…?” I wasn’t big on raw mushrooms. Well, canned mushrooms were okay if they were cooked in a pan with butter and garlic powder to top over so steak or pasta. Or on a pizza. Yeah, mushroom pizza was good shit. There wasn’t anything like pizza in this world, and it was one of the few things I truly missed from my previous life.

I held onto the mushroom and just looked at it.

“Husband not hungry?” Truffle asked .

“Ah, I was just thinking about different mushrooms I liked. Most of the mushrooms I eat are cooked. Uh… like fire at? I like fire mushrooms.”

I explained about grilled mushrooms over a fire using a skewer, and Ivory said she had a long thin bone that was similar. I had accidentally convinced them to put the mushrooms on a skewer and let them cook for a short while over the fire pit. Truffle ran out to handle that task, leaving alone with Ivory for a short while.

“Truffle mushroom-head. Only think mushrooms day and night. Dream mushroom, too.”

I laughed.

“What about you?”

“Ivory do the sa. But think about bones. Lile bones more than mushrooms.”

Made perfect sense to .

“Say, Ivory. I want to thank you for making the bone doll for Diana.”

“Doll?”

“Wasn’t it a doll? The thing you made out of bones that looked like a person?”

“Bone charm. Help make Diana’s bones grow big, teeth sharp. Berry always talk about want big strong one.”

“I see. I hope it works. I also want Diana to grow big strong bones.”

“Husband like bones?”

“Sure. I have two hundred and six of them myself.” I joked, “All inside my body. You probably have just as many underneath your skin as well.”

“Not sure how many number is, but not do much with bone inside body not dead. Ivory collect dead bones. Make thing with bones.”

“Probably for the better.” I said, finding it hurus. Okay, I will apologize now for the bad pun.

“Ivory take black bone from Husband things. Show Husband. Tell Ivory about bone?”

I nodded, but didn’t know what she was talking about. I was pretty sure I didn’t have any bones in my pack when I was captured, let alone a black one. Ivory ran out of the room and ca back a few monts later with the last thing I should be caught anywhere near.

It was my magic wand.

It was full-black, and made from ossified wood with a Roc's feather fitted into it. It was very smooth to the touch, and I could see how she easily mistook it for a bone. How should I play this? She was literally offering it out to to take without even the slightest doubt of what I could do with it right now.

If… I was serious… I could probably…

“I can’t touch it.”

“Husband no want hold?”

“That is my magic wand. It’s not a real bone, Ivory. It’s made from… Well, I guess it sort of is a bone. It’s a tree-bone.”

“Magic wand tree bone? See Tree-chopper chop tree, never see tree-bone before!”

“It’s actually petrified wood. How can I explain it… Uh, tree branch from spirit tree fall. Sleep for many moons until beco bone?”

I tried explaining in gob, but felt it was lacking.

“How many moon until beco bone?

“More than even Husband can count. The reason I can’t touch it is that if I do, I can do bad magic and hurt all the goblins here.”

“Husband… want hurt goblins with magic?” She asked, pulling the wand back to her chest cautiously.

I sighed.

“No. Goblins have treated Husband well. But if I hold that wand, there’s no knowing for sure that I wouldn’t. This is why Prima didn’t want to have weapons or magic. It’s better for you to put it back wherever you keep it. Jewel is in charge of my magic now, and I will only use the topaz stone with her permission when she is around.”

Ivory left the room and ca back a few monts later again, wand-free this ti. She seed kind of down.

“Sit with ? I’ll tell you all about the wand.”

That perked her up.

I told her the story of how I got the wand. How it was a gift from my mother who was also a high-class magician. A far better one than I was. It was from a ten-thousand year old petrified tree branch from a world tree which grew in the great forest of the Elves. They call it the Spirit Tree, and it was what most fantasy novels in my previous life would have called Yggdrasil. It didn’t have that na here, but the significance was equal. My mother wanted the best for who chose to be a force magician, and, well, fat lot of good it did when I was captured by goblins on an easy subjugation mission, though I suspect now that it was that monstrously powerful being they called the Great Protector that actually subdued before I even knew what was going on.

“What magic Husband do with wand?”

“Well, I’m not a master magician, so mostly lesser magic. I can make balls of fire fly from the tip and throw them at things to burn them. I can make great winds appear and blast soone off their feet and send them flying away. Uh…”

“Why Husband not trick Ivory and take wand? Husband have wand, can escape… not give big seed goblin tribe.”

“Let ask you sothing, Ivory. Would you rather I take it and kill you with magic, or would you rather I give you big seed?”

“Big seed.” She answered with no hesitation.

“The answer is the sa for . I can’t have fun giving big seed to a dead goblin.”

Truffle returned with the bone-skewer and four mushrooms that had been grilled over the fire pit. There were five, but she sampled one for safety’s sake. I took the offered grilled mushroom off of the skewer and blew on it a few tis before popping it in my mouth and chewing on it. It was very chewy and kind of juicy. It also tasted a bit like a walnut dropped in dirt, but it was enjoyably edible nonetheless.

Truffle helped herself to another and then handed the bone-skewer with the two remaining ones over to Ivory, who promptly ate them without reservation.

“Mushroom tasty.” Bone-taker said before biting off the second mushroom and chewing on it.

“Wonder if Husband mushroom also tasty?” Truffle said after so thought.

“Husband mushroom?”

Truffle pointed to the erect mushroom between my legs, and then proceeded to move her mouth to it, extending out her long tongue and licking it clean, paying special attention to my glans.

“Husband seed-stick look like tasty mushroom.” she comparatively confird.

Oh, this was an interesting turn of events. A goblin blowjob? I an, the sharp teeth are terrifying, but their tongues would definitely do the job.

“What do you say, Ivory? Want to lick my mushroom?”

Ivory got down on the ground next to Truffle and with a firm warning from to them both not to bite it since it wouldn’t grow back if they did, I had two goblins licking my mushroom, much to my absolute satisfaction.

“Truffle, want to help give big seed to Ivory now?”

“Okay, what Husband want Truffle do?”

I picked up the mushroom she had been using on herself.

“You rub her fuckhole with mushroom, and I put my mushroom inside of Ivory, just like I did with you?”

She nodded her assent and I had Ivory lay down onto Truffle’s ssy straw bed while Truffle climbed on top of her facing . She took care of keeping the mushroom salivated, and I spread Ivory’s pussy lips with my thumbs, teasing her fuckhole with the head of my cock alongside the mushroom Truffle used rub around her gob-clit.

It didn’t take long to get Ivory going, and when she was saying her fuckhole felt strange and that she was going to pee, I pushed my dick inside of her, popping her green cherry. Only… there was no cherry to pop. No super heated gushing sensation enveloping my cock.

Hmm, maybe I was wrong about the goblin hyn thing?

No matter, she took my cock like a champ and was quickly cumming now.

“Ivory, do you feel where Truffle is rubbing you?”

“Yes.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Feel good.”

“Want to make Truffle feel good with us?”

“What Husband want Ivory do?” Ivory asks while I long and hard inside of her .

“I want you to lick her fuckhole with your tongue. Right where she’s rubbing you now.”

“Ivory lick. Make sure give big seed!”

“Don’t worry, I have lots of big seed to give to the both of you.” I promised.

One of my hands cupped Truffle’s cheek as she grinned, feeling her friend’s slimy tongue lick her goblin cunt as she watched slide my human mushroom in and out of the fuckhole under her.

“Husband? Want Truffle lick Ivory fuckhole?”

“Yeah, I want to watch you lick it.” I answered, and she went right to it. Looking up at as her tongue just snaked itself right along the crease where the mushroom had been doing the job well enough up until now.

I decided to get a little rough with Ivory, so the stimulation was maximized. Ivory was much more vocal than Truffle, but with the two of us attacking her so strongly, she was unable to hold her body still as she ca again from the onslaught of two perverted people with intimate mushroom knowledge. Truffle also got to enjoy herself, when I saw her stop licking for a mont and knew she was going through another orgasm courtesy of Ivory.

I pulled out of Ivory, my cock pure white with churned cum, and put it right in front of Truffle’s mouth, who was more than happy to lick it clean for . After that, well, we had loads more sex. And I an Loads. Thick Loads.

I had pushed Ivory against the wall to her cave-hole and violated her from behind, then I fucked Truffle while Ivory sat on her face and got a tongue-lashing again. I ca inside each of them three tis before tapping out. Not because I couldn’t go on, but because those two were worn out. Both of them were exhausted with sweaty bodies and sticky thighs from all the big seed that just wouldn’t stay inside.

Truffle’s bed wasn’t big enough for all of us to lay down together comfortably, but we managed sohow, with being sandwiched between the two. Both of the spent girls laying on either side of , using my shoulders as their pillows. The matter of there being no resistance being found inside of Ivory was also answered finally, when she admitted to sticking a round bone inside of her fuckhole one moon ago.

Ah. She was a woman of culture after all. A bone-lover to the end.

The torchlight had gone out and we had all fallen asleep together.

But I couldn’t help wondering who asured up better for Ivory. or the Bone who got lucky first?