Chapter 130

A strange scent disturbed Rain’s sleep, something like cream, or maybe milk? It seemed so out of place that he drifted to consciousness, curiosity getting the better of him. Had someone brought him breakfast? More food was always welcome of course, especially after sleeping.

He opened his eyes to investigate the unexpected scent and found Opal sleeping on her back atop him, huge pregnancy rising above her, mouth slightly parted, hands curled, ... and ... she was ... openly lactating. Her breasts had apparently grown during the night, swelling in size until her breast wrap had lost the battle to contain her and torn apart, boobs spilling through the strips of cloth and leaving her milky teats to leak across his fur making a mess.

In fact they were more than just grown, they looked engorged, almost painfully so, as though overly full and tight.

He lifted a paw pad and gently prodded at her right breast. It instantly sprayed a sprinkle of milk over his fur and Opal jerked away with a cry of alarm, which of course only disturbed her engorged breasts more causing them to sprinkle more and more milk.

After a moment of panic in which every jerked movement just caused her to produce more milk, the Goblin figured out what was happening and stilled herself, blinking down at her chest in surprise.

She struggled to sit up under her new weight, and mostly failed, hands slipping on milk slicked fur. Rain seeing what she was trying to do sat up himself and she slid down into his crossed legs, turning as she did so that she was facing him, her belly pointing toward him, twin lines of white running down it from her heavy breasts laying atop it.

“Wow,” murmured Opal in awe.

She gingerly touched at herself, exploring with her new size, both her teats and her pregnancy which was now comparable to how a human’s appeared at nine months.

She was, in a word or so, extremely gravid.

“Is this normal for a Goblin? This seems almost ... I don’t know, too much?” said Rain looking down at her with a frown.

Opal seemed to hesitate before answering. “Ahahaha, yes it’s uhm, totally n-normal, for Gobbos ... S-standard preggers stuff!”

Rain eyed her suspiciously. Then his paws came forward and wrapped around her body, his thumb pads pressing up under her breasts and above her pregnant belly.

Milk sprayed over his paws, a lot of it.

She squealed as he lifted her, small hands clutching desperately at his forearms.

He moved the Goblin girl close and opened his mouth wide, hot breath washing over her stiff and very sensitive nipples causing her to gasp.

His broad tongue slipped from his teeth and in one long lick he lapped at her breasts, tasting her as she squealed once more, the rough surface stimulating her nipples and causing them to gush milk into his mouth. The Goblin girl’s motions became frantic as he licked, fingers clawing at his arms as she kicked at the air.

He moved his paws, squeezing her breasts together and took both her nipples, and most of her breasts, into his mouth, He sealed his lips and began to suck, an immense suckling pressure being placed on them.

Opal’s eyes rolled up and she buried her face in the top of his head as her toes splayed, hips thrusting, her stiff nipples spraying down the interior of Rain’s mouth, dual lines of white hitting the roof before splashing in every direction, streaming milk around his teeth and tongue.

He swallowed and the pressure only increased, her breasts being pulled further into his mouth, his teeth indenting her softness.

He could feel her shuddering and quaking with each massive drag on her breasts, kicking at his chest over and over as she squirmed and writhed in his grip, her cries of pleasure muffled.

After some time the milk slowed, and then finally slowed to nothing, her breasts milked of everything they had to give, he had sucked her dry, drinking all of her down.

He sat back with milk running down his chin and allowed the breathy gasping Goblin girl to flop down into his lap, little shivers running up and down her limp body.

“Y-you didn’t have to do that!!” she cried between heaved breaths. She punched him as hard as she could. He barely felt it.

Rain nodded. Of course he had to do it. She was his and she had something to offer to soothe his appetite, it would have been rude not to.

He let her lay like that, her face buried in his fur, just trying to recover from being drained, her sweaty skin resting on his legs.

Rain turned his head to see Red waiting awkwardly by his flattened bed.

The Kobold held several sheets of paper in his claws, his gaze firmly avoiding Rain’s. There was a slight blush on his cheeks and a suspicious bulge in his loincloth. Had the Kobold been watching all of that?

“What is it? what do you want?” growled Rain.

The Kobold flinched and frantically shuffled through the papers.

“I- I- f-finished the first accounting of the hoard!!”

The Kobold held up the pages for him to see. Rain blinked in surprise, he hadn’t known the Kobold was literate.

He examined the paper more closely and discovered that the Kobold was ... probably not actually literate. The little reptile had created tables with crude drawings of objects and then some kind of scratchy numbering system that Rain didn’t recognize next to each drawing. It was a list of each treasure in Rain’s possession and then how many of each.

“This is ... good, but I don’t understand these numbers...”

Red nodded, “Yes, this is a Kobold numbering system, it’s what we use for counting the clan’s treasure, it’s something I was born knowing, an ancestral memory I was fortunate enough to be gifted.”

“It would be better if you knew the common way of numbering.” He hesitated before continuing. “This is helpful though, and was needed, there is ... so much treasure now, almost too much.” Rain grimaced. It was true that they currently possessed an astonishing amount of valuables, enough to crush a person to death were they to fall under it all.

Red sputtered at that statement. “There is no such thing as too much treasure! Please never speak of such a thing again!”

“What are we to use it all for then?”

This only seemed to annoy the Kobold more. “You do not ‘use’ treasure, treasure is for keeping! And- and sleeping on!”

Rain shrugged noncommittally. Sleeping on a pile of gold didn’t sound very comfortable in his opinion. “If that’s all you have for me?”

“Not all! Some of the treasure has been stolen! That’s why I urgently needed to talk with you!”

Rain blinked, “Stolen? Are you sure it wasn’t just misplaced?”

Red shook his head emphatically. “That might have been the case if it were kept together, but these were randomly thrown in with the gold. They weren’t kept in one place, but still they have slowly been disappearing.”

“What treasure has been disappearing?”

“The black gemstones that don’t reflect any light.”

Rain dimly recalled the things. They hadn’t just found the highly useful dimensional bag at the Ranker’s mansion, they had found treasure, and amongst that treasure, standing out from the rest, was a collection of vanta black gems.

Rain narrowed his eyes.

“Are you saying Lyra or Opal-”

“No! As much as that silly sheep would like to throw all the gold into a ditch, this wasn’t her, I know it wasn’t, it was-” Red lowered his voice as if afraid he would be heard. “It was the skull. I left the sheep’s secret place and when I returned I found another missing black gem, but no one else entered while I was outside, only the Skull remained. That’s how it is. It has to be him, the scale rotted treasure thief!”

Rain pondered this. What use a skull would have for treasure when he wasn’t capable of spending it was something he didn’t know, and suggested that maybe this was a larger problem than it appeared.

“What should we do!?” hissed the Kobold.

“ ... We don’t know truly that he took them,” said Rain slowly.

As they spoke Opal had taken to her feet and had been busily wrapping her breasts with fresh white linen, accounting for her new size and tying them down extra tight.

The cloth quickly gained two dark spots over her nipples.

“Then ask him. Ask Boner if he took them. Duh.”

That was true, there was a simple answer to this problem.

Rain rose from the bed, having to hunch down to not put his head through the ceiling, and went in search of Lyra.

The bedroom they were staying in was dark and gloomy. Not because it was night time, it was actually morning, but because they had collectively, as a group, spent some time before going to bed nailing planks over every single window in the room and then jamming a bed up against the door.

The room had been made singularly Bean proof. The wretched lizard thing blocked from entering while they slept.

From what Rain could tell it seemed to have worked, their sleep hadn’t been disturbed by Bean breaking in and Rain hadn’t woken to the sight of Bean trying to give someone’s eyeballs a tongue bath, which was genuinely a massive relief, that was not a nice thing to see first thing in the morning.

Maybe they wouldn’t have to find someplace else to stay after all.

He strode from the room, having to squeeze down to fit through the door, and stepped into the large grassy courtyard that was the center of Warwick’s home.

There he found Pickle and Lyra. They were busily setting out breakfast on the long table, pans and pots full of bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms and more lined up down its center, the morning air filled with the delicious scent of an extensive fry up.

He approached the unknowing sheep girl tending to the table, his shadow falling over her.

She turned, noticing something blocking the light, and nearly jumped out of her skin when faced with a fall of black fur.

“R-rain?”

“I need to enter you.”

“Wh-what?!”

Rain rolled his eyes. “Not like that, your wool space, quickly.”

Lyra took a moment to gather herself, quickly squashing her shameful disappointment, and allowed her wool to wash black.

“I don’t know- AHH!

Rain ignored her words and picked her up, paws encircling her waist and lifting her into the air. Her legs pressed together as she rose and he took advantage to press his head through, the wool spilling around his ears as it billowed outward to take him.

His head emerged into the space inside, poking incongruously from the wall of darkness that took up one side of the octagonal room that was Lyra’s wool space.

A lake of glittering treasure met his eyes, a lake that reached wall to wall to wall and lay concerningly deep, they really did have a little too much treasure to be practical.

The statue of Lyra looking like a goddess of deliverance stood above it all, cheerfully welcoming him inside. By one wall, and looking decidedly less divine, stood Vash, his ragged black cloak folded neatly and put to one side leaving himself ‘naked’.

The skeleton really hadn’t been happy about being made to return to Lyra’s wool space. Even when they had explained that Warwick would take extremely poorly to having an undead skeleton walking around Pickle he had resisted, resisted until Rain had practically shoved him inside.