Chapter Forty-eight – In which Ark is given a much desired gift, then goes goblin-mode on a goblin… and then a not-goblin. It’s all his fault.

Chapter Forty-eight – In which Ark is given a much desired gift, then goes goblin-mode on a goblin... and then a not-goblin. It’s all his fault.

When we returned to the breeding room, I got right to work making some pots for Berry to store blue water inside of.

“What are you making?”

Stella was bored enough to wonder what I was doing with four large stone pots with crafted lids.

“The goblin who gave birth to my first daughter... the one with the scar from earlier?”

“Yeah, what about her?”

“Her name is Berry. As you might guess from that, she’s the resident berry-picker around here. I made a little impromptu kitchen counter in her room earlier after taking Truffle, the one who just had my fourth daughter and grows mushrooms back to her own room. These are larger pots for Berry to make a few things in. There are a few goblins who enjoy something she makes called blue water, which to the best of my knowledge is something like a lightly fermented berry wine.”

“You really are being used by everyone around here, aren’t you?”

“Want me to say I don’t like it?”

“It might make me feel better if you did.”

“I’m sorry, but I enjoy it. Once you get past the fact that they are goblins, and kissing is pretty much out, it’s not so bad.”

“What do you mean kissing is out?”

“They have razor sharp teeth and eat raw meat. Also, have you seen how long their tongues are? It’s a bit... much.”

Stella laughed at me.

“I thought you would be game for that kind of thing now that you are a monster?”

“I might be ready to say the same of you. What was up with you eating that raw bear meat?”

“I have no idea. I was just staring at it and my stomach was telling me to just take a bite. You know the worst part? It was fucking delicious.”

“Gross!”

She pushed her finger hard against my cheek forcing my head to turn. “I’m not going to be called gross by a goblin fucker.”

“Okay, okay! Sheesh.”

“Tell you what, Ark. Before... I end up leaving. If you treat me real nice, maybe I’ll give you a good-bye kiss.”

“So, giving you a room and privacy, and a rag, and a nice warm bath, and all that I’ve been doing so far isn’t enough?”

“Not even a little.”

“Spend a few days in a goblin cave and become a greedy goblin I see.”

I got a light kick to my rump for saying that. She was acting like the self-centered Stella I knew. Should I take it as a good sign? I don’t expect any forgiveness, but I’m glad she has stopped moping, if even for a short while.

“Stella... did you ever do it with Kairos?”

“Pfft! Like I would have done it with either of you little boys. I wanted a big, handsome, muscular man who was loaded with gold. As long as it got me away from being a poor farmer’s wife...”

“You know, I’m the son of an eighth circle mage. Muscles aside, I would have inherited quite a bit. If I made it to the fifth circle myself, I’d practically be a noble.”

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“Considering the fact that you can’t read, yeah.”

“And there goes your arrogance again. Why would I need to read when they do it for you for free at the guild?”

“So that you can read the marriage documents before you sign them and not get swindled by the rich muscle man you want so badly. Besides, he’d only be rich because he borrowed from moneylenders and you’d find yourself on the hook paying for his debts, most likely. Besides, you can’t trust a good-looking guy, because he would know he was good-looking and could get another woman just as easily as he got you.”

“Yeah, and what exactly are you doing for me here? I’m still tied up. Or is that your plan all along? To keep me tied up and pregnant until I’m old and gray in the hair?”

“Hey, I’m not the one keeping you tied up. That’s out of my hands.”

“You can’t do anything for me?” She asked spreading her hands apart the six inches of slack she was allowed to have.

“Maybe with good behavior you might find them a bit more loose. It’s not like these goblins are unreasonable. Who knows? Why not try making friends with some of them?”

“I don’t speak goblin.”

“I didn’t either, but let me tell you, when it’s your life on the line you learn pretty damn fast.”

I had managed to pick it up the day after my capture, so I can’t see why it would be all that hard for her to do the same. It’s not like the girls didn’t invite her to feel Truffle’s stomach, and they haven’t acted hostile to her in the bath or at the morning meal. Really it’s a matter of trust, and she needs to earn that. It’s not that I wouldn't like to help her, but I’d be the one taking responsibility for her, and if she decides to run away or hurt someone, it’s going to fall squarely on my shoulders. We were adventuring companions, but that was it. I really don’t owe her anything past that, and I’m only being friendly with her because of the time we had spent together as party members. Compared to the situation I’m in right now versus the situation I could be in with her if she decided to go rogue... I’m safer here, I truly believe.

“Anyway, Prima is your best bet if you want to see yourself out of those ropes...”

Our conversation was intruded upon when a certain goblin came running into the breeding room holding something amazing. Stella retreated to her room almost instantly.

“Husband! I brought you this. Is it enough to choose me?”

Bless this goblin. God, I really mean it.

“Consider yourself chosen.”

This needed a major time out.

I left her lying on the dais while I went to step into the shower for a second to refresh my junk back to a clean state, and then I grabbed a few of the Rune-etched stone ice cube squares and made about six of them, before dumping them into some cups I made from dirt compacted into smooth stone and added some of the apple-pear infused lemonade water sitting in one of my pots in the kitchen area, bringing a cold cup of it for both of us back to the entertainment area.

I had to help roll her onto the ground where it wasn’t obscenely soaked in gob-scenity, propping her body up, acting as a back support for her before passing her the drink. She chugged it down fast and let out a satisfying belch.

“Belly full-full.”

I half-chuckled.

“We’re just taking a small break. I haven’t even begun to fill you up yet.”

“GYAHO? More... big seed?”

“Much more” I whispered into her ear softly before licking the length of it.

I swear I felt her come again just from that.

I don’t think I missed a single position that I knew with her as we fucked and hydrated over and over again. She beat Berry’s record, who up until now had been the goblin to take the most from me on their first time.

“No... no more... Husband!”

She gave in after my ninth load and her orgasms approaching or passing into the twenties. She was covered in sweat and limp as a soggy noodle.

I wasn’t in any hurry to go anywhere. She had given me something worth this much value, and I wanted to give her exactly what she paid for. So, I set her down in a comfortable spot, and laid down next to her, just stroking her naked body soothingly. Stella had come over and sat down in my line of sight, staring at me who was still in an unceasingly firm state down below.

“What the hell did you do to her?”

“I don’t know. Ever since I’ve been here... I’ve been able to do crazy shit like this. She’s not going to be walking until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.”

“And they like it... rough like that?”

“Some of them do. Others like it nice and slow.”

“Why is it still hard?”

Stella began poking the side of my cock which was once more coated in enough spunk to look like I had a wax candle jutting out. All I was missing was the wick.

“I have no idea. Like I said, since I came here... it’s been like this. Something happened with the goblin I named Doll on her... first night. It stopped working at all for a few days, and that’s... why... you...”

There was a quiet pause between us.

“So, it’s all your fault.”

“Yeah. It’s all my fault.”

“And now that it works again, I’ve had to watch you mate with goblins practically nonstop.”

“There are limits to the privacy I can give you.”

“And all this time you haven’t so much as tried to coerce me into doing it with you again.”

“I would like to avoid being strangled in my sleep.”

“Ark. Fix it.”

“The only way I can fix it is by having lovey-dovey sex with you that would break your mind and enslave your body.”

“Bullshit.”

“Probably, but I don’t know where you’re going with this and I’m very confused.”

“Ark.”

“Yes?”

“Figure it out.” She said and undid her loin cloth.

“Stella, are... you messing with me?”

“Godsdamnit! Ark, you stupid son of a bitch, I’ve been going crazy since you put that fucking thing of yours inside of me. I hate that it’s all I can think about and I hate that it’s with you, but you better fucking take some responsibility for what you did to me, and make me at least something damn close to that green mess you’re hugging so I don’t have to think about how much I hate you anymore!”

Stella leveled a finger at Sneaky-finger, who had been fucked into total submission.

“Stella.”

“What is it, Ark?”

“The safe word... is banana.’”

“Banana? What does that mean?”

“It means... mercy.”

Much like how I had yet to discover the existence of bananas in this world, the same could be said about the mercy I offered when she finally said it...