Monster Breeder

 

“Alex,” Gabby whisper-shouts, grabbing my attention as she taps on my thigh. Looking over her head, I see beansprout boy sitting nearby with a somewhat disappointed expression.

“What happened?” I ask, finding this outcome difficult to believe.

The Goblin girl is exasperated. “Nothing worked! Boob-job, handjob, oral, even foot-job! Nothing! He never waned below half-mast the whole time, seemingly pleased all the while, but nothing makes him cum!”

Nodding along, I see her issue. Newbies are rife with performance issues even when they want to have fun, but we’re under some tight constraints here. I put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, though I know Gabby’s ironclad self-confidence won’t be shaken even by this kind of situation, and say, “Don’t worry. I know just the person to give us a hand.”

I send for the legendary virgin-slayer.

“That the kid?” Gretta asks a few minutes later while pointing at the beansprout boy waiting by his lonesome drawing circles on the ground.

“Yep.” I’m glad she’s taking second shift after Lois babysitting the girls and could come right away.

I watch her stride over to the virginal eighteen-year-old Mandragora boy, hips swaying to get his attention. 

She’s the real deal: a forty-eight-year-old woman kidnapped by Harpies in her teens and ‘forced’ to lay eggs for decades. In all that time, she’s deflowered scores of Harpy boys coming of age as part of their sexual education. She’s got big MILF energy; a brunette bombshell with tits for days and hips to match. No man alive could resist popping a boner if she came onto them.

“Are you sure this will work?” Gabby asks me, rightfully skeptical after her failure. My Goblin wife is no slouch in appearance or performance. Honestly, I’m scratching my head as to why she couldn’t make beansprout boy cum upwards of five times while I chatted with Flou and Spindle.

“Positive. If anyone can do it, it’s the legendary virgin-slayer.”

“Alex, I’m 100% certain no one calls her that.”

I study Gretta’s technique. First, she says hello. Establishing repartee, very nice. We’re a tad too far away to hear what they’re saying, but we can read body language. Beansprout boy relaxes, and she sits next to him. Interesting move, is she going for the handjob, boobs, or…?

“They’re just talking,” Gabby observes.

“It must be an advanced technique,” I say. We wait another few minutes as the two of them continue to chat without anything sexual happening. “Very advanced.”

Gretta gets up to leave and beansprout boy rises with her, shaking her arm in gratitude as he thanks her profusely.

Gabby throws her hands at the situation and gives me a dirty look. I have confidence in Gretta, though, and don’t crumble even as the MILF returns to us in seeming defeat.

“That young man is gay.”

My jaw drops.

My Goblin wife raises a skeptical eyebrow. “He didn’t seem gay when he was fondling these while waving around an erection,” she says while grasping her bounteous breasts.

“Why didn’t he say anything?” I wonder.

“He doesn’t know,” Gretta responds with a shrug. “Not everyone is born knowing what they want. Some get more excited by the idea of sex than because of attraction to their partner. Some young people need to experiment before they discover what really gets them going. It took me a while to see the appeal of greybeards, but that Douglas is a real catch.” Looks like Brenda might be getting a new mother-in-law…

“But you knew right away?” I ask, referring to beansprout boy.

She nods. “He’s gay or asexual, but I’d bet anything he’ll perk up at the first sight of cock. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to help a gay boy reach epiphany instead of orgasm. The trick is to not let your ego get in the way and actually listen to him.”

Gabby bristles at that, but I squeeze her hand reassuringly. If my Goblin wife struggles with anything, it’s ego.

“It sounds like I’m needed,” Drosera says as he breezes past us, apparently having overheard everything. The flamboyant Sundew Trap sashays over to beansprout boy, pushes the virgin down onto a purple pillow, and stands astride the young man’s waist, arms akimbo. The eighteen-year-old Mandragora takes one look at Drosera’s hypersexual proportions—smooth tummy, flat chest, luscious ass, five-inch cock, and ripe dangling testicles—and pops a rock-hard boner.

Drosera sits on the beansprout boy’s erection, popping the kid’s cherry in a single fluid motion. “Ahn!” the Sundew Trap moans in erotic rapture, and beansprout boy lunges up to grab Drosera around the middle, desperately humping up into that plush rump like an animal in heat.

It’s over in an instant, the Mandragora going rigid as he cums inside Drosera like a faucet. Beansprout boy falls back onto the pillow gasping, but the Sundew Trap isn’t done. The boy’s cock must not have gone limp, because Drosera immediately starts riding it back to life, back arching and hips rolling with hands planted to either side of the young man’s head. It takes another few minutes of hot gay sex, Mandragora fingers clutching the plump Sundew Trap’s butt like a life-preserver, to milk another fat load from the no-longer-virgin’s balls.

I give Gretta a fist bump, congratulating her on a perfect call worthy of the legendary virgin-slayer.

Extracting himself from the contented beansprout boy with a refreshed sigh, Drosera triumphantly returns to us with a self-satisfied swaying gait. Then he turns to us in profile and slaps his ass. “Alright, I’m willing to share my success in exchange for one of your magic rods.”

“For tonight?” the Goblin girl asks.

“To keep.” Drosera shakes his hips. “This ass is a needy little bitch. Even with all these gorgeous cocks around, I worry about waking up in the wee hours of the morning with a dire craving for dick. Having an insurance dildo around means I won’t have to go without something to stuff my buns ever again.”

I didn’t consider it until now, but dildoes are a serious commodity in the monster world. Ancient humans made the best ones, non-porous phalluses made of long-lasting materials, but most of those have been lost over the millennia. Thankfully, my hometown has a stockpile and craftspeople to make more. Gabby could make a killing selling her rods, at the risk of being woken up at all hours by remote sex with horny monsters.

After careful deliberation, Gabby uses Plant Growth on the grafting point at her crotch to grow a new rod she then detaches for Drosera’s personal use.

“Great. Have at it, then,” the Sundew Trap says as he bends over to present his creamed hole. Gabby is at the perfect height to eat him out while standing and rushes to retrieve her precious evolutionary catalyst. Her greedy tongue goes to work on his rosebud while he grips his thighs with a put-upon expression. “At least give me a rusty trombone or something.”

Gabby obligingly reaches around to stroke Drosera’s member.

“What’s a trombone?” Gretta asks me out of idle curiosity. “I always pictured it as a kind of flower.” That’s right, she’s not from my hometown and doesn’t know ancient human culture, just the coined terms that got passed down through language over the centuries.

I start explaining instruments and orchestras to her while Gabby finishes felching Mandragora nectar. In a few minutes, Gabby approaches me as she licks her lips contemplatively.

“Did it work?” Her appearance hasn’t changed, but that doesn’t necessarily mean nothing happened.

She grabs my dick. “I think so. Let’s make sure.”

It’s a quick blowjob, but it gets the job done.

 

*Goblin Herbalist blowjob – One Goblinoid Mark!*

 

*Marks Consolidated*

*Married the Goblin Herbalist Apprentice – Three Goblinoid Marks!*