Chapter Forty-one – In which Ark clears up any misunderstandings with Doll, and makes a difficult decision in regard to Stella.

Chapter Forty-one – In which Ark clears up any misunderstandings with Doll, and makes a difficult decision in regard to Stella.

Six inches.

No, I’m not describing the Meaty Gobscalon I keep mostly unsheathed.

Six extra inches is what I was able to negotiate with Prima in terms of slackening Stella’s rope bonds. In exchange, I made it impossible for her to untie them. I coated the knots in dirt and solidified it with land magic. She’d have to make a hell of a lot of noise and effort banging them against something equally solid for it to shatter and then try to undo the knots. By then, well... she’d have some serious explaining to do.

With the rope slackened, she still can’t hope to run, but she can at least move a bit more freely. I’ve accepted responsibility for giving her this much slack, and even managed to source a loincloth for her from Prima, to which Stella complained about it feeling itchy and disgusting when it was put on her. But over having to remain completely nude in front of me, she chose to put up with it. I couldn’t do anything for a bra, but I let her use this nice rag that’s been in my room since I woke up after the Doll incident to mostly cover up with.

I am also responsible for escorting her to the shit-pit when she has to go, and I’ve been allowed to use the topaz stone to light the way. I’m just not allowed to use it for any other kind of magic outside the breeding room without Jewel present, which I’m perfectly fine with. Though I think my secret deal with her looking the other way if Vera is present still stands.

Speaking of Jewel, I finally got around to making a nice carved relief for her in her cave-hole. Two of them, actually. Jewel was satisfied, saying they were suitable. I’m hardly an artist of any real caliber, which makes it hard because I think Jewel is a high-spec goblin these days. So I have to take care of her like one in order to appease her.

I will say that Stella was being somewhat reasonable today, as opposed to yesterday when she was brought here by the Great Protector. I think it was the availability of a hot bath. She had to share it with me and Berry though. Since I made the bath in the Breeding room together with Vera, Berry has been coming by every day to use it. Lily even donated some flowers she had picked, which I nipped the stems off of and let float around in the water. It gave the bath a certain charm, I felt. Lily also enjoyed the bath. I had a little play area set aside in the cave for Orchid and Lilac to enjoy so Lily could take a much needed break from dealing with the girls.

Staring at Stella’s tits is enough to get my penis going, but I can’t bring myself to fuck a goblin in front of her. Actually, that’s not entirely the case. I tried going from the bath to Vera’s room with a hard-on, but it went flaccid before I could do anything with her. Not even a little tongue action on it from Vera would bring it back.

It’s a very strange thing.

It’s not ED for sure, but it’s like my cock is insisting it tastes a human female before cooperating any further. So the conundrum remains. Do I force myself on Stella or not?

I also confirmed with Stella that when I am talking to the goblins, she hears me talking in the goblin language. I don’t notice any difference occurring when I talk to her when compared to talking with the goblins, so I don’t know what to make of that phenomenon. I only know the human language of this world and Runic–the phonetic sounds of the Runes that make up formulaic magic. That’s it. I somehow began acquiring the goblin language the night after Prima stole my virginity, but don’t ask me how. The best I can come up with is that the more I fuck them, the more I understand them. Is it the language of love?

I have underwear, but I don’t wear them in the bath or anytime I’m not around my daughters. I’ve become pretty accustomed to walking around naked since my capture. Sure, I could wear a loincloth, but given how Stella reacted to one, I don’t imagine it would be any less irritating for me. Should I consider making some kind of laundry room in a nearby vacant cave-hole next?

Stella hasn’t said anything to me directly about it, but I imagine every time she sees me sporting wood, she’s wondering if I’m going to assault her. Maybe I should get it over with sooner? I can’t quite bring myself to do it, though.

Maybe this is some kind of test?

That Great Protector being hasn’t been back, so I don’t really think it is. I think it’s just me overthinking the inevitable. It’s not that I can’t jerk off onto my hand and slide some cum up her pink paradise. It might do the trick, but I swear my guy down there is telling me I have to bury myself inside of her.

I hate how I’m entertaining these thoughts. I imagine most of these thoughts are rooted in curiosity. I’m curious what Stella would be like. It’s not like I don’t want to have sex with her. After twelve goblins, I most certainly want to. But that remaining human morality of mine just keeps getting in the way. She couldn’t really stop me if I wanted to. Maybe she could strangle me with her rope bonds if she gets them around my neck, but I know Vera is keeping watch, so Stella would have the sharp pick end of her new Sapphire bone wand at her neck before she could take me out.

Ah, I should mention it now. Ivory delivered the bone I requested from her and Vera’s sapphire stone was fitted into the top. With her sexy green skin tone that has just the slightest tinge of bluishness to it, I want to get her a witch hat.

I had to rush over there to sort out the problem, which was one of a feminine design. Truffle, of all goblins, wanted to know what was so good about human females compared to goblins, so she was actively touching Stella’s body. Stella... has a big chest. Maybe it’s because she’s originally a village daughter? They aren’t Holstein level tiddies, but they are big and plump, and I also want to caress them in my hands.

Truffle was doing just that. Freely groping them as if checking a grapefruit for bruising.

“Truffle... please stop.”

“What wrong? Only milkies.”

Yes, goblins call them milkies, for obvious reasons. Stella was smart enough to not be violent against her, but she was clearly disgusted. She’s a normal girl who was just good enough with a bow to run away and become an adventurer so she could avoid settling down on a farm in some no-name village and get knocked up early. That’s why she became an adventurer. I don’t think at any point she even considered she’d end up in this situation. I know I didn’t. Humans are adaptable to a point, but sometimes fear and disgust can make it difficult to accept things so far outside of a person’s comfort zone. It didn’t matter that these goblins were also females. Only that they were goblins, which she was taught to hate.

I wasn’t, again, unfortunately, a better option here. Accept being groped by a female goblin, or allow being touched by the man who is about to rape you? Obviously she found neither choice acceptable. We had been in the same party for a few months, but we weren’t exactly much more than a pick-up group that worked. Kairos, Stella, and myself had a good dynamic, and we accomplished quite a few things together, but we were all fledgling adventurers starting out with a career cut short. It’s an occupational hazard. Plenty of parties just get killed or disappear, only to be discovered as skeletons later, maybe still in possession of a guild card, or maybe not.

It’s not like some A-rank party is going to waste time searching for us.

Well, maybe if my mother becomes involved and thinks I’m still alive...

Truffle, who at best was in the middle of chest sizes in the goblin tribe, fell far short of Stella. So why wouldn’t she be curious as to whether it was Stella’s chest size that was giving me wood? I don’t personally think it was that. I think it was either proximity or awareness, pheromones might even be the culprit...

I had to explain to my goblin wives about the custom of human modesty and clothing. About bras and panties, and shirts and pants, and dresses for women and even accessories like hats. All of them listened intently, but none of them quite saw the benefits of them, mainly because a loincloth slid to the side and made fucking easier, and it would be a huge hassle to have to put on and take off a bra when letting strong ones drink from their milkies. They didn’t even have any modesty when it came to using me right in front of each other, or rubbing themselves while waiting their turn.

They were base and true to their desires, and relatively simple. And I admit to preferring that.

I can’t say I want my wives to suddenly start wearing bras, however. Look, I’m a man. I’m not a great man, but I’m a man surrounded by colorful titties. Sure, they are green tiddies, sometimes blue or even brown, but they are still tiddies. And every pair of them carefully held my hopes and dreams inside.

Aren’t I good at deluding myself?

Doll decided to join the bath with the other girls as well. It was her first time inside it, and she took a seat in the warm water right next to Pear. I’m a long way from fostering bathing culture in goblin society, but right now every girl in here was clean enough to get a full pass for everything I could want to do to them sexually.

It didn’t take much for the goblins to shift their focus from her to me now that I was in the bath as well. I had Berry sitting between my legs, Lily and Vera sitting on my legs, while Pear and Truffle pushed their bodies into either side of me. Doll... wasn’t quick enough to secure a spot, sadly. Sorry, Doll.

Stella stared at me, the words under her breath I couldn’t hear, but her lips were readable enough: “Disgusting.”

I know it was coming from a place of anger, but I felt even more connected to my goblin wives once she said it. Because of course a human woman would want to shit on a man’s happiness, when she herself isn’t.

This is why I’m so reluctant to escape these days. Whatever conflict my wives have with each other, it does not extend to the bedroom...