One thing I find that doesn’t bother all that much is falling asleep next to a goblin and waking up alone. I don’t take it as an insult. These goblins have exactly two modes, busy and lazy, so I’ve learned to accept it as such. They aren’t specifically diurnal, either. So stay up late, so go to bed early. Truffle is a perfect example of a late-waking night-owl goblin, and Prima is a perfect example of an early-rising hunter goblin.
What Vera said to , about Tonight, a bit earlier. I had thought she wanted so ti to waste big seed with . The wasting seed part was correct, but as for it being with her… that was where I had misinterpreted her limited verbal skill.
“Stay!”
Vera had confiscated my topaz, pushed into the room Stella was using, and then proceeded to use a magic formula she pre-etched into the ground in order to raise a barrier of dirt that would take a while to dig through manually. She didn’t turn it to stone, so she did leave a way out, but it was clear enough that she was doing this in an effort to have Stella and I spend so kind of ti together that we couldn’t get out of.
It’s not like I was particularly avoiding Stella. I was just giving her adequate space to sort through this sudden transition from human to goblin. I’m certain Vera and Berry were doing sothing for her as well, and if this is what they concluded needed to be done, I wasn’t going to shy away. Not one bit.
“I hope you don’t mind, but it looks like I’ll be sharing a room with you for a little while…”
The room itself was quite dark thanks to the dirt wall blocking the door to the room. There was only a little ambient light coming from the magical lantern in the center of the breeding room that filtered through the small window of the room and the tiny gap left at the top of the dirt pillar. It was hard to see Stella clearly, but I was able to at least discern that she was sitting down on the straw bed, her arms wrapped around the knees which were pulled to her chest. And her eyes, once a beautiful color as a human, were golden and glowing in the absence of full light.
They stared directly at .
I remained sitting down where I was, the dirt pillar acting as the wall behind my back. There was an awkward silence between us, which I pathetically tried to break.
“Would you like to talk about sothing? It can be anything at all.”
There was further silence until she decided to speak.
“They want to go hunting.”
“Eh? Really?”
“They’re even going to loan a bow and so arrows since I ntioned that was what I used when we were traveling together as adventurers.” Her voice wasn’t weak, but it felt a bit hollow. “The one called Prima. She said that goblins hunt, and since I was a goblin, I needed to show her I could hunt. She even said I could run away if I wanted to. Past the black trees, the stream, and the big rock… they wouldn’t even chase . At best, I’d et my end at the hands of the Great Protector, or so wild beast out there… at worst… humans.”
“I… see.”
“Can you? Can you see in the dark as well, Ark? I can see in the dark now, you know? Inside this room, outside at night… I can see you perfectly right where you are in this room.”
“No, I can’t see in the dark. I can only make out the shape of your body and your eyes in what little light is coming into the room. But even if I was blind, I can still choose to see you however you want to.”
“And what is that supposed to an?”
“It ans that no matter what you look like on the outside, you’re still… you. You’re still my companion, Ste–”
She had moved so quickly, I hadn’t even ti to register it. Her hand was covering my mouth and her whole body was on top of . Her eyes, glowing gold and green in the darkness of my corner of the room, bore into less than a couple inches away from my face.
“Don’t. Say. That. Na! That person died when I beca… this!”
Since I was being personally muted by her, I just nodded my head.
“You did this to , Ark. I don’t know how I know, but I know. When you raped … you put this monster inside of to grow… that’s when it had to have started. I’ve had plenty of ti to think about it. Nothing but ti… to think about it. While I did, I rembered Yulia. She was a girl from my village two years older than . She… was passing by the tavern, returning ho late from the fields to her house. She was barely fifteen. She was going to marry Porto–he was a couple years older than her, but a decent sort for being a turnip farr. There were so rough types coming out of the tavern when she passed by, all of them strangers passing through, all of them drunk, and all they wanted was to have a good ti. She was there… and she…”
Stella should have been looking at with hate-filled eyes, but there was sothing else behind them. Less hate and more… feral.
“When they found her afterwards, she was afraid. She was afraid of all n; Her father, her brothers, even the good natured Porto who was still willing to take her as his wife. She refused and hid herself away. Her belly swelled up each day for the next few months, until it was obvious what the result of that horrible night was for her. When she eventually had her son, she wouldn’t even hold it, or let it suckle, because it was a male. Even though it was her own child! She… eventually fled her house one day soon after… and no one ever saw her again.”
It was a sad story Stella was telling . Plenty of things like that happened, whether in my previous world, or this one, and all I had done was add to that statistic with what I did to Stella.
“But, you know… I’m not afraid of you, Ark. I don’t feel the need to recoil at your touch or closeness to . I should. By every right I should be terrified of being near you. That last ti when I was still a human… I enjoyed it. I really did. It felt good. I thought… maybe… I might forgive you one day. But now, look at . I’m not a human anymore. Whatever you put inside of … did this. I’m not stupid. I noticed small things changing at first. How delicious that disgusting bloody at both slled and tasted to , and how it itched. You know what I an by it, don’t you?”
I felt her climb on top of the rest of the way, feeling an almost searing heat from between her legs practically breathing down on my dick.
“Do you know what goblins do, Ark? They take what they want. Anything they are strong enough to take, they take. Even from weaker goblins. If they are greedy enough, they would even kill each other over it. It’s the goblin way, they say. But there is one thing they all agreed to share, and one thing alone.”
She reached down and gripped my cock, putting it right against her white-hot snot-pot and slowly lowering herself onto it. That human pussy I didn’t care for so much? It was on a whole other level right now.
“It’s the thing they call… Husband.”
She cackled in a gravelly voice.
“I’m free now, Ark. But you… You are still human. No, you are less than a human. You are chained even if your hands and legs are free and you can walk in the sun whenever you wish, believing you can make these goblins sothing more than goblins. Believing these goblins want to be sothing more than goblins…”
She stopped for a mont. We both understood she had sothing she shouldn’t have deep inside of her.
“Do you feel that? This ti when I bleed, it’s because I took what I wanted from you, not the other way around. This is going to be the last of my human kindness, Ark. Keep it safe for if you ever find a way to make human again. And think of a good na for , just like you have for all these goblins of yours you are tasked with breeding. Myself included, of course.”
She uncovered her hand from my mouth and replaced it with her soft lips, pushing down the rest of the way onto my cock, losing her second virginity which she must have gained as a newly transford goblin in one go. For the first ti in either of my lifetis, I was able to enjoy a kiss from a woman. Her tongue hadn’t grown as long as any of the others, and there was no telling if it ever would, but the kiss was pleasant, even while I was being raped. I had no idea how thorough her goblinization would beco, or if this was the extent of it, but it didn’t matter. I ant what I said. Whether she was human or not, I wouldn’t forsake her. I gave up all control at this mont to her. If she wished to embrace her goblin nature by raping , if it helped sohow repair what I did to her with her doing this back, I would accept it completely.
I owed her that much as the minimum.
As she rode , I tried to touch and caress her body, but she took hold of my wrists with her own hands and pinned them to the dirt wall behind . She had no qualms about kissing intimately, but that was all she allowed where kindness was concerned. Even Prima treated better that first night in comparison. Stella allowed to participate only when it suited her. I could thrust inside of her when she was close to an orgasm, but outside of that, she ran the show.
When she had enough, she dragged to the straw bed and threw down onto it, taking the dominant position behind , draping an arm over my body and treating like an object; nothing more than a flesh-and-bone pillow to keep her warm. Her fingers, while having been affected by the changes to her body, weren’t as sharp as the other goblins as they caressed my body. Whatever this transformation was, I don’t believe it to be complete.
I remained awake throughout the night, while I could feel her breathe steadily on my neck.
It was quiet for the most part, but I felt Vera begin using magic close by. The room lit up a bit more when she brought the dirt pillar at the entrance down. I wasn’t going to be able to leave the room, though. Stella had gone so far as to wrap her leg around my own as well. I wasn’t going anywhere until she was ready to let .
It was a long night spent alone with my thoughts. Which of the girls to visit next, making ti to play with my daughters, finishing up working on Stella’s new room, renovating the cave-holes of Prima and making a workshop for Toy in order to teach her human constructions. My days were already full, and they hadn’t even co yet.
I tried to force myself sleep, but it refused to co easily to . Just like it hadn’t probably co easy to Stella since she arrived, until tonight.
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