Chapter 8: Repopulating

Gripping Vespera’s purple hair and slamming repeatedly into her in her appealingly submissive downward doggy offering, I slammed into her wetly squelching core, so she moaned breathlessly into bed.

Elara reclined in our room stroking her firming tummy, with my rotund little Azura eyeing me and stroking her very rounded tummy.

Zephyra was watching our three older daughters. She was finally not grumpy, now that she had little ones to play with and care for.

Vespera complained, even as she moaned her pleasure at my firm attention into her, “Why am I the last one Alex? I should have been behind Queen Azura!”

Elara smugly cut me off, “Stop arguing with your King! You agreed to the game! And you lost your lot for choosing second or third behind Queen Azura! Fair and square! I get to have my next baby after Queen Azura’s second! You go third!”

Azura pulled Elara in, kissed the top of her blue crowned hair, and teased both, “Look at it this way Vespera, only I get constant rights to my Hummie. And now while my Alex breeds you for the rest of this month, Elara here will have to go without!”

Six months pregnant these Goblin girls delivered large healthy babies, quickly and easily. A week after delivery and the horny little women wanted me to plant the next ones!

I was rising to the challenge but keeping pace was proving a cardiovascular challenge, much more fun than any treadmill!

I shot forcefully down into Vespera’s probably already occupied womb, causing her to moan delightedly, enjoying her completion. Panting myself, I slumped down behind cute little Vespera and smelled her naturally purple hair. I pulled her close and kissed her cheek so she smiled.

Azura got grumpy and started trying to get up, perennially jealous when I kissed Vespera or Elara during sex.

They were all my girls, and as much as I love the three of them, Azura will always be my first among equals, regardless if that means that my kissing Elara and Vespera irritates my little Goblin-Queen.

Elara spared me from having to pull Azura down on top of us by holding Azura down in our little bedroom’s only other piece of furniture, that little love seat the two other girls were occupying.

Vespera whimpered fakely, “Queen-Mama can I sleep in your bed tonight!”

Our clothes were out on the line drying from our washing swim yesterday afternoon. So for the morning until we woke up, none of us bothered with clothing.

I noticed disinterestedly, that my modern Human modesty was just one of the latest things no longer pressing on my mind. This world was seeping into my blood and dropping me back to a much healthier, less stressed, and happier state than I ever attained at any point in my prior life!

I remained inert and unresponsive when the teasing question was asked.

Azura finally plunked her extra curvy and voluptuous form down on the bed next to me and gently cuffed my head. Tossing her added, but still relatively tiny bulk across the two of us, Azura dropped her elbow into my ribs, right where it tickled. She wiggled until I squirmed and promptly issued the edict, “I’m the only one who sleeps with my stinky Hummie! Go and find your own bed, usurper!”

Happy with life, I pulled both girls into the bed and reminded them, “You all know that I made this bed. It’s really my bed. I don’t need to go anywhere. You three just visit sometimes.” I capped that off by stretching, drowsing, and rolling so I knocked both girls slipping off the edge of our bed into a giggling girl pile on the floor.

I really enjoyed my life!

We finally got started because we were a little hungry. Then after some work, Azura complained she was tired again. It felt pretty early to me, and the sun did not look that close to its apex.

Either way, I helped my little Goblin Queen to bed and joined her, because she was soft, and warm, and female, and cute, and smelled nice. I let the other girls do the work for a bit.

We woke with a start to a knock at the room’s open arch door in the early afternoon, startling me from the nap with Azura.

Wizard Isidore Fireforge of all people was knocking.

When we woke he strolled right in and plunked himself down on our little couch.

Azura nuzzled back helplessly, sleepy and cuddly.

Of course as always when she did that, I found my hand immediately stroking her big round tummy, which just caused her to purr all the more.

Fireforge demanded of us without preamble, “You two need to get productivity up. My tower’s outside is starting to look overgrown and abandoned.”

That got barely a response.

I raised a brow questioningly.

Azura only stretched luxuriously and her giant milky titties fell out from the blanket before she pulled it back up lazily.

Fireforge sighed and asked, “Azura, this is your job, bondswoman. What are you going to do about this?”

The little minx just giggled and snuggled back. She purred and offered, voice deliberately slow and drowsy sounding, “At our current rate, Master-Wizard, I promise I’ll have six new workers for you in about seven years. By then, they will be almost to the age where we can start reliably giving them light errands and chores around the grounds unsupervised. But we will have many more growing behind those first six.”

I sighed at her tease and implied ongoing ease of work and sexual rotation in bed. She could be such a bullshit artist when she wanted.

Shaking my head behind my cuddly little layabout, I asked, “So, is that people-market still there?”

Isidore acknowledged, “It has been there for many of the centuries I have laid claim to this valley, yes. We are a trade route near several traditionally opposed races and nations, so we are the easiest place to dispose of prisoners. It has been there as a thriving market for at least five centuries that I can recall.

I stretched, and discontent with my movement, Azura shoved her tiny but added bulk back into me to keep me from moving around and jostling her. She was trying to pin me against the wall to freeze my movement.

She pinned my hand to our second daughter and offered a discontented little moan when I moved a second time. We were well into the realm of emotional blackmail and the rewards of sexual stimulation to keep me in place.

She was quite the cuddle bug in her last few weeks before delivery.

I asked over her shoulder, “It’s been nine, maybe ten months since we picked up pay for the clan?”

Realizing he too was remiss, Isidore stroked his long light gray beard and accepted, “Aye, that sounds correct. It has been good to have human company along with the work getting done and delicious meals. I had not thought about it. I apologize.”

I waved it off, shaking my head, and consoled, “No worries. We have all been eating, you have been eating, and none of us are getting rained on.” I paused and asked, “That’s what, twenty, maybe thirty gold pieces waiting for us?”

Isidore eyed my very pregnant and lazy Azura, as she gathered my arms protectively around herself, and her eyes closed as she continued to doze. Speaking up to annoy her he offered, “Well since a real Human man is in charge I need to pay the going rates for a Pure-Blood Human. And not some reduced rate for my layabout Goblin girls only interested in breeding multiple next generations with her stinky Hummie. So we think you are about, what was that rate, fifty gold a month?”

Azura shrugged listlessly. Her ill-concealed little smile tipped both of us Humans off that she was playing possum. Not that it was not already obvious. She was just enjoying warm naked skin-on-skin contact, and being intractable about moving and losing that touch.

I kissed Azura’s cheek and she cooed gently at the touch. Then I offered, “Toss that money my way. I’ll zip back to that meat market and find us a few more girls to put to work.”

Isidore asked, noncommittal, “And what do you plan to look for? For purchase I mean?”

I shrugged and asked into Azura’s ear, “Little-Queen, if we pick up more Goblin girls will they be able to swear loyalty to you as our bond women from the market, or will that be a problem?”

She grumbled a little at the effort of answering a question, but finally shrugged, and offered the mumbled, “No problems. They’re clan-less at the market. They will have no lair or the rest of their clan destroyed. We just explain the rules to them. Then when they willingly carry your clan babies we free them. They will be surely bound to our line by the blood of their daughters then.”

She cooed sleepily and nuzzled back, driving me back down into bed for our siesta.

Bad intent crossing my mind, I asked Isidore Fireforge, Wizard of the Tower, Master of my Queen’s clan, ruler of this whole damn mountain valley trade hub, “So, if I come across a bargain for you, in say a female Dark-Elf model with long white hair, and pouty lips,” I implied other things as I teased, “To, Umm, polish your, ‘sandals’ would you be interested if I brought her back for you?”

With a sharp inhale and shirking cringe from the Wizard I knew that was a ‘No’.

Isidore informed me, “Dark Elves tend to slip a blade between your ribs at the first opportunity. Something about service to their dark shadow spider Goddess. Even bonded they will take all instructions literally if they think they can weasel past and watch their master suffer.

“If you tell them to boil water, they may very well boil the water, until the water boils away. Then they will watch the pan burst and fire the house. Then smile as the fire consumes their sleeping master.

“Very few of them look to the service of another deity. Keeping a Dark Elf around at your back is not worth the risk. The only creatures that come to mind quickly as worse, for their treachery and difficulty are Demon-kind!”

I considered, and asked, “So how about we look for a model that is of below average intelligence, with undying loyalty, and great big tits?”

Isidore sighed, slapped his hands to his knees as he stood, and pushed up from our cozy little bedroom’s couch. Shaking his head on the way out he muttered, “We are approaching the end of October, so please move before harvest time makes the trip difficult. Send one of yours with me. I’ll drop off your accrued clan allowances with her and a little extra. I’ll tell you what, just pick out something that you think I’ll appreciate.”

Pretending to sleep or not, with her eyes closed, Azura shouted out our arched door before Isidore could leave, “Vespera! Lazy girl! Go with the Lord Wizard!”

The little purple-haired Goblin girl’s voice shouted back from elsewhere in our earth-cooled little home, “Yes, Queen-Mommy!”

Since we were being lazy, I got the time wrong, and it was only a little after noon when Vespera and I left with a decent portion of our clan’s pay. We left the majority in the house so Azura could hide it because that’s what Goblins do with money apparently, they stash it.

I was also a little shocked that almost a whole year in this world had elapsed since my arrival!

I grabbed Azura’s ass on the way out the door and kissed her on the top of the head, as she pressed her giant naked milk-filled tits into my side. The temptress knew damn well she was marking me with her delicious expressed mommy milk. Never mind how sexy she looked at almost a full six months pregnant and ready to pop out our second daughter, any day this coming week now.

Vespera practically bounced down the road with me for the first four fingers of the sun’s travel. Then she got a little tired and we traveled normally, her little hands in my left, as I walked with her short spear in my right hand.

Vespera and Elara normally did not get much opportunity to be clingy and occupy my attention. Azura was pretty jealous of that position. Vespera fully enjoyed her opportunity to be my mate as we walked.

She mostly wanted to talk about what to call our third, fourth, fifth, and sixth as yet un-conceived daughters.

Little Vespera had settled on ‘Zandra’, a shortened and Goblin-modified female version of my name for the little girl she admitted that she knew was hidden in her own newly rounding tummy now.

Who was I to dissuade her?

Vespera made a charming, fun, and happy traveling companion. Once I got her past baby names, she slipped right into speculating about the places she wanted to conceive the next few baby crops.

We had a good time, probably because of how distracting her conversation topics were, and arrived as the sun was setting. I was hungry, which meant that the little mama next to me was ravenous. So, for the first time in this world, I visited an inn.

They only had a single small room with a single bed, which I shrugged and took for one of our gold. The room included a meal for both of us. It was meal time so we stayed in the dining and serving room to eat with all our gear. The food was good, I could have done better, but I did not have to cook, so that made up for it.

Going for more than a full six hours without dumping a load from my balls into one of my girls’ tight little pussies was disconcerting now. And frankly hurt like hell at the moment! After eating I told Vespera, “Time to go to the room.”

She objected quietly and mildly, “But King-Alex, can’t we listen to the music and stories by the hearth?”

I told her, “We need to put our stuff away. It is rude to keep a spear and our belongings out in public while eating, probably more so to not clean up after eating.” I quietly turned into her so my face was next to her ear and informed her, “Besides, my balls are full. I’m going to rip your clothes off. And then pound your little pussy in our room until I empty into you. Maybe after, we can come back down.”

She was up like a shot! Grabbing our small packs and leaving her little spear for me as she muttered a frantic, “Yes, King!” over her shoulder from already halfway down the table’s bench.

I caught up with her quickly. We found the room, entered, secured the door behind us, dumped our gear, and leaned the spear against the corner wall by the open side of the door.

Her breathing was frantic and erratic, eyes big and wild as she faced me in her little gambison and leather plating.

I ordered, “Remove your clothing, now.”

Vespera ripped her clothing off in a blur of purple hair and flailing limbs. I barely had time to open my shirt when she had positively exploded flinging clothing and boots into every corner of the room.

I made her wait impatiently, grinding her thighs together for me, desperate for my male touch. Since she mentioned it on our walk into the city, I looked. Her little newly rounded tummy as she approached the second trimester of her six-month gestation period looked so cute! Vespera’s swollen and extra rounded tits filled with milk hung high and firm on her chest, without a clan baby or me to nurse from her all the second half of the day.

Rampant with my own need, I seized my little retainer.

Vespera gasped in shock at the suddenly rough treatment.

I gripped her hair, spun her around, and sunk my teeth into the soft warm flesh of her neck.

Vespera inhaled sharply, pressing her little light green hand into my cheek, as she pressed her little body back against mine.

It was always a little awkward and still a hair unsettling how small Goblin girls were. Vespera, a full-grown Goblin woman equivalent to something like her mid-twenties in Human years, was the size of a Human female half that age. What she lacked in size, Vespera and all my other girls made up for with a sexually mature, and lusty willingness to the point of rabid enthusiasm!

I shoved Vespera over the edge of our bed!

The crossbar even with her hips, which left mine a solid foot above her ass. I gripped Vespera’s ass, digging my thumbs into the cleft between her legs and lower butt, exposing her cute little pussy’s gushing pink insides. I rammed forward into her hard.

Vespera loosed a long purred grunt, as she wet my dick with her flow.

My next shove violated her and speared Vespera’s fun places on her forward vaginal wall.

She cooed submissively, trembling from head to toe, frozen in mind-breaking pleasure. I laid across her back, completely covering her, while stroking her arms and flanks with my fingers. Just to drive her wild while pinning her, I gently kissed my little lover’s shoulder and neck until she cooed like a dove.

Completely inside her, my full balls resting on her thighs, I demanded into Vespera’s ear, “Do you know why I like fucking you little Goblin-girl whores so much, with my big Human dick?”

My wanton little Goblin’s pussy trembled around me, welcomingly, as her breath shuddered unsteadily out past her clenched teeth. Her orgasm at my question past, Vespera falsely admitted, “No, I do not, my King! Tell me, please!”

Vespera knew damn well why I like fucking her, my wife Azura, and Elara so much! She just liked hearing me say it, just like her clan mates. I told her again for the thousandth time, “Your little pink Goblin-girl pussies are always wet and ready for my sperm!”

Vespera shuddered and whimpered happily.

We were both close because we always were after so much time without. I slowly but forcefully rode my rampant dick hard down along Vespera’s front vaginal wall, grinding so she moaned like my personal whore. I teased while continuing to slowly grind her, panting into her ear so she trembled, “You are so small and tight on my big Hummie dick! You give me so much pleasure, every time I’m inside you, my little Vespera!”

She swooned as my breath became ragged, and I told her, “You and your clan sisters all belong to me!” She nodded, agreeing, as I sped up, starting to slide harder into her receptive little body. I gripped her throat as I fucked my little lover harder, approaching my climax.

Vespera groaned submissively as I exposed and gripped her throat.

I ordered, “Little whore, I’m going to cum in your pussy now!”

She nodded her head frantically in time with the pounding I was giving her little pussy. Overwhelmed in her submissive orgasm, my little Vespera moaned a high-pitched, “Yes! Yes, my King! In me!”, followed by a long throaty moan, while her little pussy renewed her trembling orgasm around my dick.

My balls unleashed their load deep in my little Vespera. Her pussy was ravenous, even while her womb was occupied by our second child.

Surge after hot surge shot down into Vespera’s receptively upturned little pussy until I ran dry.

We never did make it back downstairs. We stayed in a tangled little pile while Vespera dozed atop my chest and she fed her milking tits into my mouth, so we could stare into each other’s eyes while I tasted her and she fed me.

Her soaking sperm and girl-cum filled little pussy marked both of us with the scent of sex while we slept coupled.

We woke up together comfortably and slowly. Vespera’s little body spooned back into my chest, I smelled the warm earthy scent of her hair and stroked our baby in her slightly rounded tummy. My back to the wall behind us. Her neck cradled comfortably over my left arm biceps, and her cute little refilled titty leaked slowly in my palm.

She turned in my arms, facing me. Her big green Goblin-girl eyes saw me much better in the advancing dawn than I could see her. Vespera silently kissed my lips. Her bottom was now facing the room while lying in the center of the bed.

Wordless with her left hand gently pulling my right shoulder over her, and her left leg hooking mine and insistently pulling, I slipped between Vespera’s legs and silently reentered her to start our morning.