Husband of the Goblin Tribe [v2] Chapter One – In which Ark, who is somehow still our ma

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So begins volu two, properly, this ti. I have no idea what my posting schedule will be, but my intentions are to focus on chapter quality over speed of publication.

I want it to be known that I fought the good fight. That I tried to stay true to my beliefs that my daughters are the most important thing in my life, and that I’ve done everything that I could to keep them on what I believed to be the right path in life.

However, there are so things I was having difficulty accepting, and that was the budding, impossible feelings that my daughters have for in their hearts. Naturally, such things as a father having relations with his daughters wasn’t sothing I ever considered allowing to happen.

My daughters are all wonderful and deserving of soone who will take care of them and love them properly. I even reconciled the likelihood that many of them might share one man, much as their mothers share . Strangely, as long as the man wasn’t a total piece of shit, I was willing to hand over my daughters to him in the hopes that they would be happy… eventually. When they beco adults. Many months from now.

That being said, I’ve sohow made the serious blunder of wishfully thinking that they inherited more of my humanity than they actually did. This ca to a head earlier when my eldest daughter, Diana Artemis, underwent her first Ceremony of Blood, the Blood Fury, and like Prima, Jewel, and even Doll before her, changed into even more of a goblin than she previously was.

Now, I had kept away from those three as they went through their Blood Furies when told to by Vera, Old One, and Glace (through Button), but this was Diana Artemis. I didn’t feel that there was any reason to fear her. None of my daughters would hurt .

But… She was five moons old going on fifteen… I didn’t know exactly what happens to a goblin biologically when they undergo one of those so early, so, trying to be there for her in a positive manner only backfired horribly.

Yeah. Just laying down next to her and rubbing her lower back much as a clueless good-natured father might do for his daughter who experienced having her first period a few years earlier than usual (even though goblins don’t have those), seed to trigger sothing inside of her. She rolled over and pinned down, instinctively sinking her teeth into my shoulder, sothing I was a little wary of but not in any kind of improper way.

I’m used to being bitten, though mostly by my wives while we engage in procreation activities. Being bitten was the catalyst for Prima, Jewel, and Doll all undergoing Blood Furies, so I assud this was related to it. Maybe a quick taste of my blood would settle her down.

How wrong I was.

Glace, my runty fifth daughter who is blessed with an imnse amount of magical power was sohow always aware of it when it happens. And, like usual, she picked the last possible mont to appear in order stop from being severely assaulted. Except, this ti, she didn’t.

“GWAAHR! Today Diana Artemis claim Husband! Shaman no try stop!”

Glace had walked over towards us and manifested a number of Land Runes which quickly flew towards my body, pulling up threads of stone-compacted dirt which restrained my wrists and ankles. That action mystified and seed to do the sa to Diana.

“Shaman not stop?”

Glace just shook her head before pointing at her own eyes and then at .

“Want watch?” Diana asked her.

Glace’s reply was to simply nod her head.

“Okay. Berry teach Diana Artemis what do. Show Shaman how get big-seed from Husband. How make strong-ones!”

“NO! NO. We are not doing anything that will result in making strong-ones, Diana.” I said, firmly, to my eldest.

“Not listen Husband. Diana Artemis next Guardian. Not strong-one anymore! Have own cave! Blood Fury! Old enough goblin take seed-stick and big-seed!”

It was tough coming up with a cohesive argunt to deter her, mainly because she was a goblin. Yes, she was more than four moons old, which ant in this goblin society she was no longer considered a child. She had fulfilled all of the criteria for moving to the next stage of her life, but I was hard pressed to argue the legitimacy of her claim. From what I know of when goblins are old enough to reproduce as told to by Old One, it’s fifteen months after they co into the world. Her mother, Berry, was about twenty months old when we first did it, which was troubling enough, since I only found out about that particular detail long after she had given birth to our daughter.

I an, goblins grow fast, so maybe that was the case here and I was simply not properly inford about it. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the nature of our pre-existing relationship. This is not sothing that should be happening between a parent and a child, yet, even my other daughter, Glace, seed to be endorsing it.

“Glace! Be reasonable here! This isn’t right!”

I decided to try and appeal to my bratty daughter to release , but the look she was giving was more than just her usual mischievous one. She was invested in seeing this wrong thing happen, so I had no choice but to try and manifest a Rune on my own to try and dispel my hands being bound.

My attempt at doing so was quickly t with a counterspell from her.

“Damn it!” more colorful expletives ca from my mouth, and a promise that if either of them dared to go through with it, I was not going to be forgiving.

Yet, there was nothing I could do. As angry as I was, unfortunately I am, as Stella would say; a goblin-fucker. As such, the body of Diana Artemis which was currently going through a Blood Fury had developed quite a bit. While it may or may not equate to her mind catching up with that developnt, at the very least, daughter aside, she was quite beautiful for a goblin. But so was her mother, and goblin genetics appear to be extrely kind. As a result, that part of , with her body where it was on top of mine, had little difficulty riling up, much to my own revulsion of myself.

“GWAH!”

It took little effort for her to capture what part of she desired and to induct her into the equivalent of goblin womanhood. How she was able to fit in with ease where even Prima had so difficulty is a testant to sothing, what exactly, I don’t know… but it was done. Inside of her, while tight and hot, what I expected would be there, the goblin mbrane that acted as a barrier to her womb, what was also part of the Ceremonies of Blood called the Blood Awakening, was absent.

To Diana, though, it didn’t seem to matter. I don’t think even if Glace wanted to, she could stop Diana now. Diana’s sharp fingers pressed hard into my chest, around my pectorals, piercing my skin and drawing blood. She gyrated her hips and used as a supportive bracing so she could easily raise and lower herself on my cock.

Diana was growling and drooling and enjoying every bit of this depraved act.

Glace, who remained off to the side wearing her raccoon shaman outfit had slid the tail to the side and was rubbing herself as she watched.

I was being violated, which was nothing new in retrospect… only the participants.

But as a man, unless I could get unaroused, trying as I might to think of sothing that could potentially do it, I was forced to face the reality that nothing had changed at all since my capture months ago. I was a goblin breeding slave, and as my balls churned, sending that sensation upwards to my brain, nature was far more willing to give my daughter what I would have adamantly refused.

I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes, wanting to cry but unable to shed a single tear as I was forced to ejaculate inside my tan skinned bear-killing wolf-slaying drop goblin princess.

“GWOOH!”

It was done.

Well, the first round was done, anyways.

As Diana is a strong goblin and I was being entirely passive on my end trying to cope ntally with what she had done and was continuing to do, she had plenty of energy to keep going a few more tis. I was angry, without a doubt, but my anger wasn’t directed at her. A little at Glace, yes, but not at Diana. Primarily, I was angry with myself for not being able to break free from the restraints. For being weaker than either of my daughters while being an adult man, to the point that two young goblin girls could so easily capture and disable and do whatever they wanted. That neither my own magic nor physical strength was strong enough to break free of this situation.

When Diana was done doing the deed, she collapsed on top of , licking the dried blood around my pectorals from where her fingers had dug into my skin. Glace left the room, but left my bonds intact, requiring to manifest another single Rune to dispel them, which I did to the ones on my wrists as soon as I could.

I could have pushed Diana Artemis off of , I could have spanked her as a punishnt, I could have vented my frustration at her. There were so many things I could have done to show my disappointnt in her actions, but all I did was put my arms around her and hold her against my body. Because I didn’t know what the right thing to do here was. All because the very last thing I wanted to do to her, was to ever have her associate sex and violence as things that go together.

As a man, it’s one thing to have let Prima force herself on when I was in a similar position after having been captured. I made the choice to live by accepting it then, mainly because I had been on a quest to subjugate goblins, which by due process would have ant subjugating Prima in the first place. I realized that it could be considered so kind of cosmic karma payback that, in exchange for Prima not being subjugated, and in return for not being killed in turn, I had to accept that as the balancing act of life in action.

It’s also another thing that I committed such an act to Stella as a ans of saving both of our lives. , because I was selfish and didn’t want to die after having finally beco a father, even if my daughters had a completely goblin appearance. Stella, because, if I didn’t do it, she would have had no value and therefore no reason to be kept alive. It’s a stretch of reasoning, yes, but it was all I had to work with. I did what I felt I had to, believing that Stella would rather live and find an eventual chance to escape, than to die in so goblin cave in the middle of nowhere for no good reason at all.

“Gwooh~ Husband…”

I took as deep a breath as I could with Diana Artemis lying on top of my body and stroked her hair gently.

“Daddy.” I corrected her defeatedly, knowing it wouldn’t make any difference now. We had just passed that point of innocence.

“Diana Artemis… love Husband.”

I wanted to reply to her and say the sa. But doing so in this situation… might be misleading.

I manifested a Rune again to dispel the restraint on my ankles and could at least move all of my limbs properly again. I was able to tilt my body to the side, depositing Diana onto the straw of the bed we had been sharing. She turned her body over and pressed her back against my front.

“Husband care Diana Artemis?”

I brought my arm down and draped it over her body. She took hold of it once I had and placed it on her belly, keeping her own arm pressed over it and securing it against her body. While keeping her body warm with my own, I retreated ntally and determined that things, while bad, could have most certainly been worse.

Orchid and Lilac could have been here, or Glace herself could have joined in. In the end, the only damage that occurred here was to the familial bond I have with Diana Artemis. Not wanting to take a walk of sha back to the breeding room, I closed my eyes and privately wished that when I next woke up, it would be in any other cave-hole, next to any of my adult wives, and be nothing more than a disturbing nightmare.

But such things were not to be the case.

When I woke up, Diana was gone. I lay alone in her bed, not wanting to accept the truth.

I made my way from her upstairs room down to the first floor, taking back my bone bracelet with the topaz stone which had been left for on her dining table. I traveled down a bit through the main corridor stopping only to use the shit-pit to relieve myself before returning to the breeding room where I then slipped into the cold shower, and then into the heated bath to soak afterwards in an effort to get myself clean. Afterwards, I went into my small bedroom adjacent to Vera’s and using the topaz stone I sealed up the entrance to my room and began carving an elaborate barrier to keep everyone and everything out.

I couldn’t help but think that maybe boredom was a culprit for what had happened, so I ca up with what I thought would be a good idea to combat it. I silently created a passage from my room heading upward, where I would do what thousands of generations of parents had done long before .

Create an elaborate system of chores for my daughters to do.

After all, they can’t get into mischief if they have things they need to get done first…