Husband of the Goblin Tribe

“It’s okay Husband, you can be as rough as you want with my fuckhole.”

I’d like to imagine that what happened recently was just a figment of my imagination…

“Cocky little booger-eating brat! What makes you think you can handle me being rough?”

…that what I did when I became that monster was nothing but a bad dream…

“Because Diana Artemis is an adult goblin! I’m so much stronger after my Blood Fury, that I can even beat Prima sometimes when we spar!”

…but my reality isn’t so kind as to let me off the hook so easily…

“GWAH! Why did you bite my Milkies? GWO~~OHH! How deep does your seed-stick need to go!? My fuckhole feels weird!!”

…I’m currently tending to the needs of one of my newest wives…

“You call yourself strong complaining after only this much? I haven’t even filled you all the way with my seed-tick or big-seed once yet. Berry was able to take the whole thing and go six or seven rounds on her first time with me. And you already look exhausted before the first round is even over!”

…who also just so happens to be my eldest daughter…

“That’s because you must have gone easy on her! Diana Artemis knows Husband is the strongest goblin in the world! Berry couldn’t handle your true strength!”

…and loves me with all her heart and soul, because she doesn’t know any better…

“You had better not look down on Berry! You’re only as strong as you are now because she was strong enough to handle my seed-stick and all the big-seed I pumped into her. You’ve got a long way to go before I’ll truly consider you an adult worthy of carrying my strong-ones, no matter how many Orcs or Black-claws you kill!”

…even though I’m a weak and hypocritical coward who tried to avoid this very thing…

“Hu…Husband thinks Diana Artemis is weaker than Berry!?”

…because I knew the ugly truth about myself. That there is nothing I wouldn’t endure…

“You might be strong as a huntress, but you’ve got a long way to go to be strong as a maker!”

…for the sake of my daughters’ happiness. Even losing an important piece of my humanity.

“GWOW! Why does Husband pinching my milkie-tips feel so good!? GUWOOOH! Diana Artemis feels that good-strange feeling again near her pee-hole!”

I squeezed her light-brown tanned breasts and unloaded my first deposit in the baby vault belonging exclusively to the CEG* of the Bloodmaw Brats branch of commerce. *(Cheekily Ejaculating Goblin)

“GUWOOOOAH~”

For as fit and healthy a goblin as Diana Artemis was, a little fun in the straw already had her sweating and panting. I had lost the ability to refuse her after having purposely claimed her body following the capture of the Orcs at the fire-pit. I know I’m the scummiest piece of shit to still dare call himself a good father to his daughters, but Pandora’s box was open now. The dice were cast and landed in the favor of the tribe.

I rolled her body over and grinned at her.

“Tired already? At this rate you might end up giving me a weak-one! Looks like I’ll have my hands full with training your body so that you can actually give me the strongest strong-one you keep going on about…”

Diana looked up at me with a flushed face, panting heavily. I rolled her onto her side and lifted one of her legs up so that I could dig in at an angle for the second round.

“W-wait… Husband… Let Diana Artemis… catch her… breath…”

“Nope. You wanted to be an adult soooooo badly, now you have to accept the responsibility that comes with it!”

It was a bit cathartic to fuck the brains out of my little—well, she’s not little anymore—drop-goblin, bear-slaying, orc-killing goblin princess. I’ll give her credit for making it through the second round with me while still holding on to her consciousness. I even gave her a whole one-minute break to rest when Berry came in and offered me something to drink.

Fresh warm berry-flavored milkies right from the fleshy tap. There is no version of me goblin or otherwise who would ever refuse it when offered.

In any normal scenario that doesn’t involve these crazy Bloodmaw Goblins, a wife and mother should be horrified to walk in on her Husband breeding their daughter with impunity. However, Berry is a true Bloodmaw female goblin. The only thing going through her mind seeing this act, was wondering when it would be her turn, and could it be as soon as possible?

I made sure while drinking from her breasts which have become even more plump now in the midst of her second pregnancy, to rub her belly softly and slide a few fingers lovingly downward to her lush berry patch, letting her know that even though her daughter was now one of my wives, she still had to earn her place properly. It would be a long time before a copy could ever hold a candle to the original.

I also love that Berry can be both seductive and kinky at the same time. To see her crawl on top of her daughter’s exhausted body and wiggle her bare ass in front of me, tempting me with the promise of a much better time…

Chomp!

Smooch!

Lick!

I was only too happy to bury my face into her berry-basket and slurp away at her specially fermenting beverage. I plunged my nose partly into her gooey vagina and shook my face rapidly from side to side right between her loins. The three low-hanging fruits Berry was sporting were driving me crazy, and I had to take care of my sweet wife who most certainly was showing that while she might have been a weak goblin when it came to hunting and trapping beasts in the forest, nothing could be further from the truth when hunting a cave-dwelling Husband.

Berry was such a master of toxins, that her body was both the poison and the antidote.

I pulled out of our daughter and pulled Berry back a bit towards me where I could give her the reward she sought. Both of my hands caressed her round belly and jiggling milkies as I slid easily inside her already well-prepared matriarchal passage, giving it to her in the way she loved the most, letting the weight of my dick scrape against the underside of her clitoral area as I slowly dragged my glans roughshod over her most sensitive spot inside.

Berry tilted her ass with each slow and deep thrust, doing her own part in using my seed-stick for her pleasure. Berry and I have done it enough times that she can tell long before I can, when I’m ready to blow. She was quick to tighten up her pussy and squeeze her thighs together so that not a single drop of my goblin goop would escape her manual extraction.

And the best part for both of us was that the first load was just a warm-up exercise.

Somewhere nearing the end of our third round, Diana Artemis was recovered enough to realize that Berry was on top of her and being filled with a stolen seed-stick!

“Berry! Why are you stealing Husband from Diana Artemis!”

“Berry isn’t stealing! Diana Artemis was being a lazy goblin! Wasting big-seed is different from making a strong-one! You should be lucky I came in when I did so that Husband wouldn’t be disappointed that you fell asleep!”

“Diana Artemis wasn’t asleep! My body… just felt… a little tired!! I told Husband to let me rest for a little…”

I do think Berry was enjoying teasing Diana. Yes, as fucked up as it was, there was some harmony to be found in my very un-human family. Berry stuck around as I took things a little easier on Diana, putting her in my lap as I have often done with both Berry and Lily, and proceeding slowly while both mother and daughter found a shoulder to bite at the same time.

By the end of it all, Berry had almost forgotten to tell me why she had come to find me in the first place. Old One had confirmed that Lily would be having her strong one within a day’s time. I can only imagine that Orchid and Lilac will be competing to see which of them would be the better big sister when she’s born.

There’s a lot to unpack with Lily, however. She was there at ground zero when the monster emerged, and I am ashamed to say that neither the monster nor I had any control of our actions until Lily sacrificed her runt body to calm us down. In the only lucid moment to which I found myself able to take but a single action using the monster’s body before it wrested control back from me until the Great Protector knocked me out, I had bitten Lily’s ear on purpose.

I know the thing Lily wanted most from me, and how usually what she got was neglected instead. Having so many wives means that I’m really being pulled in every direction all of the time. So, I made sure she understood that even if it remained the case, she was, without question, made family in the goblin way.

Of course, it didn’t end with Lily as the only one being assaulted in that cave-hole. While Mint was spared entirely, Orchid and Lilac, even witnessing the brutal fucking that Lily took head-on, still remained eager to become adults, and that monster was more than happy to induce them into the ranks of my many wives. With a calmer head prevailing now, that monstrous me restrained itself as much as it could so that they would not carry any lasting harm or trauma after it was done with them.

There is one point alone on which I could forgive the actions of that monster, and that would be how he saw Button. We could both feel it at the time, and we were both in complete agreement for the same reason. Button wasn’t just a Bloodmaw. It was imperceptible to me as a human, but glaringly obvious to the monster. She didn’t only carry the scent of a Bloodmaw female, but also that of a human female.

Let’s be clear here. The monster would have loved to put a strong-one inside of her. But it also felt that doing so would hamper whatever it was she was growing into that wasn’t completely goblin, nor completely human. This is different from Stella’s case, who was human but became goblin and accepted the goblin way quite readily.

It saw Glace as being too runty to survive the act itself, let alone the hardship of carrying a strong-one, so she was passed over entirely. Glace didn’t seem too bothered by it, though.

The last major issue would be Melon.

Yes. Melon…

Where do I begin?

If I could say my magic was a full cup of water, then the cup the monster was using was the size of the bath in the breeding room. It had used some kind of magic to speed up the maturation process of her… womb? I wasn’t privy to the exact magic it used, only the easily readable surface thoughts which were pretty vile. The monster saw Melon similar to how I saw Berry afterwards, the most suitable to motherhood.

I tried. I tried with all I had to stop it… him… us… but I couldn’t. No matter how I yelled at the monster to stop, it had no intention of doing so. But Melon appeared to be happy with what it was doing. Happy to become an adult… why were my daughters in such a rush to become adults through sex? Couldn’t they just… be my babies a little longer?

After leaving Berry and Diana Artemis to go about their days filled to the brim with my love for them, I paid a visit to Melon’s Kitchen. Melon was in, of course, and only too happy to see me, even though I was no longer in my goblin form.

“Hubby!”

She collided with me in a powerful hug.

“Have you come here to eat some meat, some fruit… or possibly… Melon?”

Where could she have possibly learned such a dangerously cliché line as that?

“What does my chubby goblin chef recommend?”

“Melon. Plenty of Melon with a big bowl of juicy fruits!”

I didn’t know it at the time, but when I checked later on, the teeth-marks from having sunk her teeth deeply into the neck of the monster at his instruction remained when I returned to my human form. Melon became enamored with combining sex and food together. Pear was already like that, enjoying being fed both in between and after a good roll in the straw, but Melon wanted to get messy, and sticky, and leaky.

It was my job as her father, and now Husband, to make sure that was what made her happy. She was carrying a strong-one now. Unlike my other daughters, she experienced a proper Blood Awakening.

I had wondered something, though. Something Old One said to me a long time ago. How the Bloodmaw could only create children of the same gender when mating with someone of the opposite gender from another race.

While I was the monster… did… was I… truly a Bloodmaw at the time?

Everything in my body screams that it was the case. I don’t think the monster had such fine control of everything that it could even manipulate what specific chromosomes were present in its seed, so… could she possibly be carrying a goblin son inside of her?

It would be a while before either of us would see an answer to that ponderance.

Melon’s Kitchen was not subjected to stringent health inspections. Hygiene in Goblinhome was essentially limited to my wives and daughters taking baths in the breeding room at least once every two to three days.

So, with Melon putting herself on the menu of what fine cuisine a Husband might find in this establishment, we got extremely sticky together. Two… or three times. I was careful not to make her legs too rubbery, otherwise it would be difficult for her to make me a triple-decker hamburger slathered in ketchup to eat afterwards.

I paid a visit to my other wives as well. Toy, who lived near to Old One, and was more than happy to take a breather from the confines of her workshop that day. Being Clan with me meant she knew innately through our connection that the rampaging monster was me. Similarly, the monster was also aware that she was also our goblin family. Game and Fun were both conveniently asleep in their room at the time of intrusion, having been worn out from playing new games they had been creating all week.

She welcomed the maritals as it were and found her tired mind much less cloudy and far more productive following that little bit of fun. I don’t know how being folded in half like that could be considered fun, but I’m not a goblin female. All that matters is that she was insistent that I visit and help my daughters with this picture game they were trying to make recently that was driving her crazy. They were using thin cuts of wood as the base, and the game looked suspiciously like a certain card game from the eighth installment of an endlessly long fantasy video game I played in my previous life. Did I somehow mention it to them at some point? I can’t remember doing so…

I had a card, by the way. Going from the north, east, south, and west directions, the values were A, 3, A, 3. I’m pretty weak on the sides, which means my utility comes from knowing when to place me down at the optimal time.

Diana has a card too, but she’s far more useful. Her clockwise values were 8, 8, 2, 8. She’s practically meant to act as a bulwark in the lower row. I’d kind of like to have that card just for the utility.

Where was I again?

Ah, visiting the wives.

I paid a visit to Pepper, but Mint wasn’t in. She… had been avoiding me, for obvious reasons, and was hiding out in Ebony’s cave-hole. I met with Ebony and told her that I wasn’t mad at Mint and that none of it was her fault. Ebony also agreed but said her job as a big sister goblin was to keep Mint safe and therefore requested that I leave her alone for a little while longer.

Moving on, Crow was receptive to my visit. With the Monster, Prima, and Beastie staying behind after the first battle with the orcs, she led the rest of the Bloodmaw straight to the second group. She stayed out of the combat but took pride in watching Magpie show off her shinobi training. Mags one direct kill and three assisted kills from that second group of eleven orcs. Crow was already pressing me to put another strong-one inside of her so that she could shore up the numbers of the Sneaky Clan.

I don’t know if it was effective, but I gave it two thick rounds of approval.

A mushroom-boner was always welcome at Truffle and Ivory’s cave-hole. While Truffle was also among the second round of adult goblin pregnancies, Ivory was not. The whole matter with Ebony had made her a bit reluctant to have another strong one. Unfortunately for her, the monster cared little for her consent on the matter. Ivory wasn’t angry with me, just worried that her next strong-one might also hate her.

I spent some time comforting her along with Truffle before being treated to a double blowjob. I had been a bit too rough with them, so until I got the go-ahead, there wasn’t going to be any deep-seeding with either goblin mama.

Which brings us to Vera.

She’s been busy with a secret project I needed her formulaic magic talents for. She’s also the closest thing to a human-domestic wife that I have among the Bloodmaw. I couldn’t help but smile when she brought me into her room and put my hand on her belly.

“Know.” She said with a smile meant only to soothe my heart.

We celebrated in the way she enjoyed the most. I hefted her body up, pinned it to the wall, and wasted a tremendous amount of seed with her. I swore I would take responsibility for her until the end after putting Glace inside of her at Prima’s insistence, and I will keep my promise. Getting un-sticky in the bath afterwards with her, I enjoyed sucking on her breasts while she kept repeating the word “Love” over and over to me.

It was pretty much like that with Doll and Jewel. I skipped Lily’s room for the moment because I knew once I stepped foot in there, I might not be coming out for a while. Prima was nowhere to be found in her cave-hole which meant she was out hunting right now. Nova wasn’t around either, so she was either with Prima or in the chapel with Lumi.

Stella was last on the list at the moment, and she had plenty to say to me. At first, she accused me of all kinds of crazy shit. She had every rational reason for doing so, I mean, I turned into a goblin. If I could turn into a goblin, then it’s not too far a stretch to say that turning her into a goblin was now something I was truly on the hook for, even if I had no idea how any of it worked.

But the accusations weren’t what was truly bothering her.

“You need to have a talk with our daughter.”

“Lumi?”

“She’s… pretty shaken up about… seeing you like that.”

“I… didn’t do anything to her, did I? I’m pretty sure that I didn’t…”

“Oh, besides the goblin fucker fucking her own fucking mother right in front of her while her human father had become a fucking goblin?”

Ah, yes. That… did happen. Probably in just as colorful a way as she described.

“I’ll… go pay Lumi a visit in the chapel.”

Before I could turn my back and take a single step away from her, her hand firmly grabbed my shoulder causing me to wince, as it was still sore from having been bitten earlier.

“Hold on there, goblin-fucker.”

I paused mid-step.

“What… is it?”

“I happen to know a really sexy goblin mama who… might be interested in… something a little less rough… this time.”

“Stella…?”

Turning around to face her had rewarded me with an unusually passionate kiss from my once entirely human wife. I know she wasn’t really interested in this being her new lot in life, and I’ve done my best to give her the best of everything I can to make up for as much of the pain I’ve inflicted on her as possible…

I was led to her ornately made straw-packed bed, complete with two pillows with fur cases and two soft and fluffy fur coverings.

She pushed me down lightly on to the edge of the bed, and then climbed right onto my lap. She stuck one hand into my mouth, pulling my mouth and cheek wide open to the side with her thumb.

“Ark, I’m going to make one thing crystal clear to you right now, so listen carefully…”

She reached down and grasped hold of my cock.

“Should you ever turn into a goblin and think you can just fuck me like I’m Pepper, I promise you no matter how flat my teeth are, I’m going to bite it off. Understand?”

With her thumb pulling on the side of my mouth hard, I nodded as best I could.

“Good.”

She then proceeded to bite me on the shoulder and enjoyed a slow, sensual ride. As luck would have it, Lumi would happen to walk in on us just as I was liquidating my assets inside of her mother.

“OH GODDESS, I CALL UPON YOUR DIVINE GRACE TO SMITE THIS EVIL—”

Before Lumi could complete her incantation for my destruction, Nova had appeared from behind and restrained her, covering Lumi’s mouth with her hand.

“We weren’t aware you were coming to spend time with Stella… father.”

“Trying my best not to neglect any of the wonderful women who bring vibrant color into my otherwise gray life. And speaking of wonderful women, I don’t suppose you know where Prima is?”

“She’s out hunting with that Orc tamer, the one who controls the Black-claws.”

“Orga Lush? Hmm…”

Stella was prone to bits of human decency still, while in front of Lumi. She had quietly removed me from herself and tucked away my piece back under my loincloth as well.

Lumi had managed to wrest herself out of Nova’s grasp, and quickly rushed over to me.

“How could you do that to us!?”

Lumi was quite upset for some reason, but I really don’t remember the monster having any interest in her, or anyone younger than Melon…

“What exactly are you talking about, Lumi?”

“Y-you know exactly what I’m talking about! U-using that vile scent to… induce impure feelings in all of us! Th-then you… with Diana… She’s your own flesh and blood for Elara’s sake!”

I began to laugh when she said that.

It was some twisted laugh that came from the deepest and darkest place inside of me. Most likely the same place that monster was hiding and watching with perverse enjoyment the aftermath of his rampage.

I was being judged by my daughter, the Bloodmaw’s first and only Saintess on record.

“I’m sorry if my being a goblin offended you, Lumi. I can’t say it was all that pleasant for me not having any way to control what was happening, being nothing but a passenger in my own body, screaming at the one in control who had no intention of listening to me.”

I sat up from the bed and squatted down to look her in the eyes, placing my hand on her shoulder.

“I have no intention of losing the rest of my humanity to it. Ever since I’ve arrived here, little by little it’s been chipped away at. So, I want you to be the one to decide when I’m no longer fit to be called a human being. When that time comes, as a Saintess of the Bloodmaw, and as my daughter who knows the difference between right and wrong… Put Aurora against my heart and judge me as you see fit.”

“You don’t care if I kill you?”

“If my fate is to ultimately lose my humanity and become that… then give me the mercy I deserve for at least trying to make the Bloodmaw civilized in some way.”

“…come to the chapel tomorrow, then. Pray to the Goddess with me if you really mean that.”

I nodded my head, never breaking eye contact with her.

Lumi took a step forward and hugged me. Then she took a step back, grabbed my arm, and sunk her teeth right into it. I swear, she’s like a little vampire goblin or something!

She let me go eventually, Nova following quietly behind her as they went into her bedroom.

I stood up and looked at Stella who only shrugged. I found it rather humorous that Lumi’s not all that different from her mother in the end. Being inside the monster, I finally understood the effect that biting and ingesting the blood of another Bloodmaw had.

It’s a combination of siphoning a bit of another’s strength, and as the Blood coats the tongue and slides down the throat, it feels like an intense orgasm.

For all her bluster, she’s just as naughty as the rest of my brood.

“Stella… I’m going to be busy in the coming days.”

“Your little project upstairs?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you be letting the adults play pretend adventurer as well, or is it just for your daughters?”

“Hmm. Unlike Diana, I doubt Prima would feel she has anything to prove.”

Stella whispered something quite controversial into my ear.

“Where did you learn about something like that!?”

“I lived in an extremely boring village.”

“…uh, did… you ever?”

Stella soft-slapped my cheek a few times the pointed a finger at me.

“There is only one way you’ll find the answer to that, because I’ll never tell you.”

The mystery deepens…

I took my leave from Stella’s cave and headed over to Lily’s at last. I was used as a tackle dummy as soon as I set foot inside. Both Orchid and Lilac smashed into me with a double hug and pulled me all the way inside to where Lily was resting on her raised bed.

“Lily, Daddy came!”

“Look Lily, it’s Daddy!”

Lily was half-propped up with her back to the wall, her hand slowly rubbing her fat belly.

“Husband… have you come to stay with me?”

“Yeah, I’m here to see our strong-one come.”

“It’s been moving a lot. Want to feel it?”

“I do.”

I joined Lily up on the bed and put my hand on her belly. I could feel our soon-to-be-born daughter moving around within.

“Have you thought of a name for her?”

“Not yet, but I’m sure one will come to me as soon as she arrives.”

“Lily wants a strong name.”

“Oh, think we’ve got another Diana Artemis on the way?”

Lily grinned, showing off her teeth.

“Maybe. I felt a lot of strong flow into me the moment you made me Clan…”

Lily leaned her body against mine, grabbing my hand with hers, intertwining her small fingers with mine while letting our hands rest on her belly.

Orchid and Lilac had prepared a lot of cooked meat for us to share as we spent time as a goblin family. One Husband, one wife, and two wife-daughters. It took almost a full day from the time I arrived for it to begin. I supported Lily the entire time, and when two green hands reached out and grabbed onto what they could in order to pull themselves out, the first of my second set of daughters born to the adult Bloodmaw had come into the world.

She knew right away what she needed to do. Eating up that bloody placenta, and then wobbling over to Lily to drink from her milkies.

Glace had done the usual per her duty as Shaman and determined that Lily’s newest was a strong-one. Before Button could finish confirming it verbally, both Orchid and Lilac had just about mapped out their younger sibling’s entire life as part of the hunter faction.

While she was resting after having had her fill of milkies, I reached over to stroke her small body. She had rolled to one side and reached up to grab my hand, right around the pad below my thumb.

“Hello, Primrose. I’m your daddy.”

She made a wide smile and giggled cutely at me. Ah, my heart melted seeing that.

Then she brought my hand to her mouth and chomped down on it, her tiny teeth thankfully not severing anything important. Just a little slimy tongue slowly lapping up my blood. I suppose this is my way of breastfeeding…

The next two days were spent caring for Lily, playing with Primrose, and being wrung dry by my next two ordinally oldest daughters, who, in the presence of their baby sister, wanted ones of their own as soon as possible!

With the most immediate matters of importance to the Tribe settled with the arrival of Primrose, my attention was then directed towards the delayed immigration of four female Orcs into our cozy little Goblinhome…