Husband of the Goblin Tribe

[v2] Chapter Thirty-six – In which Ark tries to help Ebony cope with the loss of Mint, has a strange vision, and then prepares to violate Lumi.

The loss of both Magpie and Mint in such a short time has been felt throughout the Tribe, though more profoundly among my daughters than my older adult goblin wives. Crow, for the most part, has easily accepted Magpie’s choice to become independent. It was further reinforced by my words in front of Prima that even if Crow was now handicapped and considered herself a weak-one, I still considered her worthy of carrying my future strong-ones. As for Pepper, well… it’s not like Mint is dead. Mint is currently in some kind of vine-wrapped cocoon—something I believe her body created as a way of self-preservation, similar to a stasis chamber.

Pepper, much like Crow, rather than mourn, would much prefer to be the recipient of more big-seed, and even a rushed pregnancy that my blessing occasionally triggers. While I’m happy to give her as much of the former as I can… I have yet to be able to control the latter.

For my daughters, Nova seems to be the most affected by Magpie’s departure. Ebony—Mint’s. No, that’s not entirely the case. Lumi also feels the loss of Mint with some severity. After all, both Ebony and Mint have done their best as big-sister goblins to try and connect with Lumi who at the start purposely isolated herself from her sisters. Lumi only ever really opened up completely to Nova.

It's… a little complicated, I’ll admit.

For Ebony, Mint was—to borrow Truffle’s words here—her mushroom. As a result, of all people to come forward and help Ebony process her feelings of loss, it was none other than Ivory. Like it or not, Ivory and Ebony are mother and daughter and extremely similar to each other. Both Ivory and Ebony were considered to be the tree of their respective relationships, and both were quick to anger. Ebony hasn’t had much to be angry about in her life since the spanking incident that separated them, but not knowing how to express her feelings right now in a healthy way…

Ivory was crucial in helping Ebony find an outlet.

Since the night I ushered both of my daughters into their desired adulthood, I haven’t really spent time alone with Ebony in an intimate way. It’s not like I avoided her or anything, either. But I did spend some time with my topaz stone making something of a shrine out of a vacant cave-hole in the rear of the ground floor to store Mint’s physical body in. It’s decorated nicely, and anyone who wishes to come and visit and speak with her one-sidedly, like Lumi does to her Goddess in the chapel we made for her… can.

Over the last week, Ivory and Ebony two have reconciled quite a bit. They are both bone-goblins after all, and as much as I’ve taught Ebony what I could about being a human, her final education in being an adult goblin is something she really needed to receive from Ivory.

I was also included in this education for the span of three days. And it really put into perspective for me how quickly goblins grow mentally. Button was left to care for Truffle during this time so that there were no interruptions. For three days, just us three went on many hunts, with Ivory being an impressive tutor to Ebony’s bone-magic.

While I had taught her some simple concepts that I had recalled from playing the second installment of a certain devil-centric video game, such as the corpse explosion, bone armor, and bone prison, Ivory had many more insights on how to manipulate bones.

Ebony has never tried to make, well… a permanent familiar outside of Bitey. Beastie was a joint creation between her unique Bloodmaw magic and that of Mint, and so creating another companion like her was impossible by Ebony alone. But, if only temporary, Ebony could raise the bones of a dead beast and create a temporary ally that followed her instructions.

A skeletal beast such as a many-horns is actually quite unsettling to be around. Bitey is already an aberration, since biologically, spiders don’t possess bones. But Bitey is also extremely friendly, so I don’t think negatively about it being undead. And Beastie… well, beastie has a personality, even if she has no vocal cords anymore. But this skeletal deer doesn’t have a friendly nature to me, nor a personality that I can discern. It is wholly obedient to Ebony, and were it to be the case, it wouldn’t hesitate to attack me on her orders if she deemed it to.

So far, the time limitation for Ebony to keep a beast reanimated and subservient is about an hour. After that, the magic holding it together gives way, and it collapses into a pile of bones that according to Ebony can’t be reassembled again. I guess there’s some kind of spiritual force at play, though I can’t be sure.

Beastie and Bitey are truly exceptions.

However, Ebony is still coming into her abilities as a Bone Lord, so it’s possible in the future that things will change.

It’s also the first time I’ve seen Ivory hunt, and I have to say she’s… brutal.

Her method of hunting is entirely by ambush. She uses sharp bones to just gore and puncture the living shit out of whatever it is she can get near enough to. According to Ivory, her way of hunting evolved out of necessity when needing to protect Truffle when she… lacked awareness of her surroundings.

Ivory is Truffle’s keeper. Always has been, and always will be. Truffle is a goblin who lives in the safety and shade of the tree that is Ivory. This is something Truffle is acutely aware of, which is why she’s so dependent on Truffle. In return, Truffle gives some kind of emotional solace to Ivory that she can’t otherwise get from anywhere else. This is the nature of their bond, or so what I can understand of it.

But Ebony is Ivory’s strong-one. Mine too.

It’s instinctual in a parent to make an effort to pass along what they know to their children so that they can have a chance to become something better. This is, at its core, the nature of biology, procreation, and evolution.

It’s also in a child’s nature to want to show their parents the results of their nurturing in order to receive praise. While there’s never been a shortage on my end of praising Ebony, this is essentially the first time she’s receiving it from Ivory.

I had unintentionally made a bone-style grand weapon for Ivory. Bone Tonfas. Sharp and sturdy rib bones fused with stone handles so that Ivory could really get in there and give whatever she was hunting some holy hell.

Ebony wasn’t a close-quarters hunter, however, she was inspired by seeing Ivory hunt. As such, shouldn’t my dark-skinned angel of bones have something suitable past her magic wand? While she wasn’t technically a necromancer, when considering the favored weapon of one, is has to be that doesn’t it?

Using a base of spinal vertebrae, it was topped and bottomed with certain curved bones that Ivory took excessively great care in sharpening, as only she could. A skill she did her best to pass on to Ebony as they worked together on creating it. I was only tasked on giving it a name.

Bonelord Deathscythe.

Yeah, I took inspiration from that famous animated sci-fi space opera series I watched frequently as a child in my previous life. But this weapon wasn’t intended for Ebony to hold. No, not at all. She could manipulate it by thought alone and seeing a floating spectral scythe just go and reap and slash and kill as she willed it to… Ivory couldn’t be prouder of her daughter.

We would hunt from sunup to sundown over these three days and at night, all three of us would return to Ebony’s cave-hole where we would feast on whatever we brought back (my portion being cooked, of course) and then we would… do adult goblin things. Together.

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Even this, Ivory wanted to teach Ebony properly.

Now, I have never had a bad time in the sack with Ivory or Truffle, especially when both were present. But Ivory and Ebony? I held some reservations, but that was mostly because to me, Ebony was without a doubt my most innocent of offspring. But, through Mint, I laid my hands on her and now needed to take responsibility. Ivory, though pregnant, wasted no time in teaching Ebony all the things about making strong-ones that I had enjoyed doing with her and Truffle countless times.

Ebony, as much as I wanted to hold out hope that she preferred a soft and loving embrace as I had given to her alongside Mint… could make those same faces as her mother… the apple just couldn’t roll far enough away from the tree, it seems. We were a perverse family of bone goblins. Ivory the Bone Matriarch, Ebony the Bone Lord, and me… a fully equipped Bone Daddy.

And bone-goblins absolutely loved getting boned.

I did my best to suppress any apprehensions I had and thoroughly pleasured both of them to the best of my ability. I didn’t discriminate between which of them I violated, or how I went about doing so. Whether while on my knees, thrusting into Ebony’s dark skinned body from behind as Ivory stood over her body with her tanned legs spread apart as my face eagerly buried itself into her goblin muffin, lapping up one leaky cunt as I stained the walls of the other with my big-seed, even though it would be wasted on both.

My mouth sucking on breasts both plump and barely that of a mosquito bite. Having my face and cock ridden by both, and only able to determine which one was currently on either end of me simply by taste or tightness. An interlude between sessions accentuated by a washing of the palette courtesy of some blue water Ivory had brought with her, leading to two goblins becoming far sloppier as I sleeved into their innards the shape of my cock.

Two pairs of sharp-toothed maws biting either shoulder, reveling in the sensation that only a Bloodmaw can as the exchange of vital force flowed between us as my blood flowed into their mouths. Lying on Ebony’s straw bed as whenever one had enough energy, they once more sought out the pleasure that only I as a man—as a Husband—could give them, until even I had met the limits of my unnatural stamina and succumbed to much-needed sleep.

In the morning when I woke, it was to find Ebony and Ivory sharing a moment long denied to them both. Ebony’s lips were wrapped around one of Ivory’s breasts, drinking from her. I didn’t want to interrupt that rekindled moment of bonding with them, so I feigned sleep for a bit longer. Ebony, when she was done, had reached out and touched the drawings on Ivory’s chest, showing a great interest in it.

Later that day, Ivory and Ebony had bonded further, with Ivory tattooing something on Ebony’s undeveloped chest. A picture of Ebony, Mint, Bitey and Beastie. I had a single objection to the whole thing, and it was only that Ebony wait a while before getting any piercings. There’s only so much physical corruption of my daughter I can take in a single sitting. Thankfully, Ebony was fine with what she had done to her. Mint was now forever close to her heart, and that bit of happiness was now visibly noticeable on Ebony’s face.

After those three days, Ebony was back to normal, or at least as normal as allowed given the circumstances. She resumed her hunts with Selene Hecate. She’d visit Ebony’s cave-hole frequently, bringing some choice bones and learning the family trade on how to carve and shape them into things other goblins wanted. And she made two bone charms, one for her eventual strong-one, and one for Mint’s for the time when she held hope that Mint would return to us.

Ivory also received much needed peace from their reconciliation. She was now more confident that she wouldn’t completely fuck up her relationship with her next strong-one, when it came. Of course, Truffle was a bit jealous from all the time I spent with Ivory over the last three days, so I had to put her at ease as well. Having just had Chanterelle recently, even though her body wouldn’t be ready to have another for a while still, I had to let her know that even though I was also a Bone Daddy goblin, I had an Emperor Myconid of my own just for her which was sure to please her well enough that she’d be patient until then.

I really had spent those three days almost exclusively with Ebony and Ivory, as such, there was now a backlog of thirsty goblins, orcs, and even a Dwarf I had to take care of.

I did my best to work through as many as I could, even paying a visit to Old One who, while she wouldn’t say anything about being needy, didn’t refuse my advances in the slightest.

In the end, after a nice relaxing bath, I found myself walking outside and towards Lumi’s chapel. I noticed that the covering that used to always be on the Bloodmaw Creator’s statue was no longer there. While I wasn’t one to pray to Elara, I did offer a prayer up to the Creator as usual for the continued safety of the tribe, especially for Magpie who was in the outside world and for Mint, to whatever time or place her spirit returned to upon her departure from here. I could only assume that the notion of time was less of an obstacle to a divine being, should it exist, than it was for mortals.

~~** Interlude | Somewhere Outside the Realm of Life and Death **~~

 

In what could be considered a mental reconstruction of what appeared to be a cavernous throne room, two formless beings manifested inside of it. One of said formless beings was our main character, Ark Wyze.

“I apologize for the intrusion, Otherworlder Ark.”

Ark looked around the unfamiliar room, his eyes eventually locking on to a formless shadowy being sitting on a throne of ancient bones.

“Who are you?”

While Ark said those words aloud—presumably—he was already aware of who and what the formless being was. A moment later, another formless being popped into existence, the only thing clear was an exquisitely ornate fan it was holding, pointing it outstretched at Ark.

“Why did you bring him here?” It asked the other.

“Why else? To give him that task.” The throne-bound formless being replied casually.

“A task? What task?” Ark asked nervously.

“The Saintess we have given to you. In order to save your arm, she offered up a price.”

Ark’s arm which had been goblinized below the elbow since the day after Berry bit it upon entering her Blood Fury was now entirely humanized again, surprising Ark greatly.

“What price?” Ark asked again, now with great concern.

The formless being on the throne snapped its fingers and a new formless entity appeared instantly before it.

“This child. I wish to entrust it to you.”

Ark stared at the new formless entity, unable to see it clearly.

“Child?” Ark repeated with some trepidation.

“Yes. The conditions have never before been suitable to send it to the realm of my children. As it is now, there is an opportunity to do so, and I should like to send it.”

“Does… this somehow involve… Lumi?”

“It does.” Came a voice from the formless being holding the fan. “As this child is a divine being, only her pure vessel is suitable to carry it. Since her purity will be sullied once the act is committed, there is only one chance for this to occur.”

“Let me get this straight. You want me to impregnate Lumi?”

Ark’s sight passed to each of the three formless beings. Less incredulous than it would have been before he had turned into the Monster.

The formless being on the throne levelled a distorted hand towards Ark.

“It is as you say. But it is not being demanded of you.”

Ark’s gaze fell on the formless child in front of the throne.

“May I assume you have a good reason for asking this of me?”

“I do not have a reason other than that I wish to see this child safely enter the mortal realm.”

“Is it a Bloodmaw Goblin?”

“When it is given form, it will inherit the Origin Blood, making it so. Though the form itself may differ from my other children.”

Ark took a deep metaphorical breath.

“Let’s say I’m willing to agree. Can I ask a question then… as part of this agreement?”

“Provided it is not outside the laws of the mortal realm for me to answer.”

Ark paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, wanting to know one thing in particular.

“About the Origin Blood?”

“You may ask.” The formless throne-bound entity replied.

“Is there a reason that I somehow possess the Origin Blood?”

“There is. Engraved on your soul is the desire to be loved as a man, as a husband, and as a father. Humanity has failed to give you this satisfaction thus far, though it was never a guarantee no matter which world you were bound to. When I witnessed you touch deeply the heart of one of my weakest children, the one you call Berry, I decided at that moment you were worthy to receive it. I find your honest desire to raise the future generations of my children in such a way that they will no longer be disdained by the other races to be a noble pursuit. Does that answer satisfy your curiosity?”

Ark thought for a moment.

“I guess it will have to. Then, is my possessing this… Origin Blood the reason for why all of my daughters are being born as unnaturally strong-ones?”

“No. As you yourself have told my children from the beginning, so long as you have access to cooked meat, to fresh water, and to sunlight, you can produce an unlimited amount of big-seed for them to indulge themselves. Before Diana Artemis entered the world, you did not possess the Origin Blood when creating her physical vessel with my child. All I did was provide the spiritual form to inhabit it.”

“Then… is that what will happen with this one… should I agree to do so with Lumi?”

Ark pointed at the formless entity regarded as the child by the one on the throne.

“Yes.”

“Lumi… she’s still kind of young, isn’t she? As I understand it from Old One, her body shouldn’t be ready for many months still.”

“And yet, have you not done something similar with your own child, the one you call Melon?”

“I… that was the Monster… who did that…”

“Monster? If there was a monster to be found, then it was also you. There is no other spirit which occupies your vessel.”

“But I… don’t know the magic it used…”

“For that, there is no need to be concerned. The vessel created for the Saintess has been prepared since the beginning. And the vessel prepared for this child is already within her. All you need to do is what you have been doing all along.”

Ark tried to discern the form of the child and the other two formless entities, but simply could not fathom them with any clarity.

“This is a dream, right?”

“You can think of it as such. Your physical vessel remains standing idly before my Icon. I have simply summoned an aspect of your consciousness here to ask this task of you. Whether or not you fulfil it is entirely up to you. Though I hope you’ll consider my wish to let this child enter the mortal realm.”

Ark simply nodded.

“I’ll talk with Lumi when I return.”

Two of the formless entities winked out of existence, leaving only the entity on the throne. In what appeared to be a hand was half of a mushroom in clear focus.

“Do you know what this is?” the formless entity asked Ark.

“Looks like one of Truffle’s mushrooms.”

“Indeed. From the beginning of the Bloodmaw until now, I have never been given such a selfless tribute by one of my children, to which greed is a part of their very nature. Kino was sent to show her my favor. This also reflects upon exactly why I have entrusted all of my children to you, Ark. Though it may pain some of your human morality to which you desperately cling, there is simply no one more suitable for this task of reviving my nearly lost race of children… than you.”

A moment later, the remaining two formless entities, one of which was Ark, winked out of existence once more, and along with it, the mental reconstruction of the cavernous throne room.

~~** Ark Wyze **~~

 

What can I even say about the strange daydream I just had in front of the statue of the Bloodmaw’s Creator? I’m certain that’s who it was, but it’s not in my nature to think that I’m remotely important enough to actually talk to a deity. I feel it’s good enough if my prayers for the safety of my daughters are answered even once.

Still, the experience is both vivid and cloudy in my mind. I had asked a few questions and got answers that left me with even more questions. I, a human being, have been imparted with the Origin Blood—that which makes a Bloodmaw Goblin different from all other goblins which exist. As a result, I now am a duality of both human and goblin. The Monster I fear resurfacing, if what that formless entity on the throne said was the truth, isn’t a separate being from me, but another aspect of it. Am I really such a violent and morally depraved being deep inside?

Rather than having trouble believing it, the greater trouble is in accepting it.

The Origin Blood was given to me as a reward of sorts for my care of Berry, whom that entity called its child and acknowledged as one of its weakest. That too, I have trouble believing. Berry is not weak. Not in the slightest. She has endured and persevered through plenty in her short life, not limited to an infectious scar caused by a slash from a Black-claw’s sharp claw. She also gave birth to Diana Artemis and subsequently raised her far better than I could have ever hoped to. Rather than wallow in her inferiority to her daughter, she chose to be proud of her instead. And if that wasn’t enough, she was willing to do it all over again for our Selene Hecate, and as a result, underwent a Blood Fury, something that so far, only the strongest of the Bloodmaws have undergone.

So, I must take what I learned from that strange daydream with a coarse grain of salt.

Which is important, because my skepticism comes full head with what was the important topic being discussed with that formless entity. I had been asked to impregnate Lumi because of a desire from this entity to bestow upon her a special child. While I couldn’t discern what that child was, it would be a Bloodmaw Goblin once it was… made.

Lumi… has been and continues to be at odds with her goblin heritage. Unlike her mother, Stella, who has embraced it easily enough. When I need a human voice of reason, Stella provides it to me, though it is influenced by her new goblin nature. Lumi, on the other hand, I have never treated as anything other than as being my fully human daughter.

Were it not for some vision she received from the Goddess she believes in, when I set about escaping from the reality of Diana Artemis’s carnal desire for me, I may have truly died hidden away in the upper floor of Goblinhome I had carved out in an effort to distract my heart and mind from what I didn’t want to accept was the inevitable way forward for the tribe.

Ah. Maybe that’s what this was. Not a daydream, but a vision.

Still, I don’t think I’m important or devout enough to draw the gaze of the Bloodmaw’s deity.

I left the Chapel and went immediately to see Stella who was tidying up her cave-hole.

“Stella, mind if I come in?”

Stella looked at me and nodded.

“Something on your mind, Ark?”

“Yes. Something a bit disturbing, actually.”

“Oh, you have an appetite for raw bloody meat all of a sudden?”

“Yuck. Actually, I wonder if what I want to say is more disturbing than that now…”

Stella chuckled. She walked over to me and pulled me towards her raised bed. Pushing me to sit on it, she climbed onto my lap and pushed me down, fishing for the part of me she wanted and inserting it inside, the squishy wet warmth sending a pleasurable sensation directly to my brain as she rode me.

“So, what disturbing thing is it you want to talk about?”

“Lumi.”

“What about her?”

I began to explain to Stella about the strange daydream-vision I had in Lumi’s chapel a little bit ago. I expected her to get angry. I expected her to call me the most depraved piece of shit in the whole world. I expected many things, but not for her answer to be her consent for me to lay my hands on our daughter.

“Does… it not… bother you?”

“Oh, it should.” She said as she clamped down on my cock with her vaginal muscles, causing my face to contort. “Were I still a human. But you made me a goblin, Ark. To a human, it’s certainly a disgusting and vulgar thing for you to ever consider. But to a Bloodmaw, this is what we all yearn for. For ourselves and our children. I won’t dare to deny my daughter the right to enjoy what it is to be a woman or a mother if that is what she also desires.”

“What if she… isn’t interested? We both know that she hates everything to do with goblins…”

Stella chuckled again.

“Hate it or not, Ark, the fact remains that she is a goblin whether she wants to be or not. This is something she’s going to eventually need to do, otherwise it will drive her crazy and cause her to attack you on her own down the line. Don’t you remember what happened when your sweet retard tricked you into being alone in your room with me after I… changed?”

How can I possibly forget such a memorable rape?

“Ark, you’re an absolute failure as a human being. But as a goblin, there’s hope for you yet.”

Given no chance to rebut that statement, Stella covered my lips with hers and kissed me deeply as she squeezed out the seed from me to which she admitted moments ago of desiring more than anything.

I didn’t take to heart too much of what she said about me being an absolute failure of a human being. I’ve been telling myself the same thing almost every single day since Diana pinned me down and forced her innocence upon me.

But that didn’t mean it still didn’t piss me off a little bit, either!

I rolled my body over to pin her this time and I didn’t show any mercy to her as I claimed an uncontested victory during our second round. Stella wasn’t any better a human in my eyes, being the most frivolous vixen, thinking her ignorant illiterate gold-digging self was something that any man wouldn’t use and discard as soon as they saw her for what she was! At least as a goblin, she’s less of a liar now.

Being a little rough with her, I groped her breasts hard and fast, twisting and kneading them as I thrust deep and hard inside of her, beating down the door to her womb repeatedly before I flooded her once more with my virile seed. Only then did she reluctantly break our kiss.

“Fuck… Ark… that was… fun.”

Stella was breathing heavily, her face soft and relaxed now, her body glistening with sweat from our intense night battle. Stella’s legs wrapped around me with some surprising strength as she giggled seductively.

“Now that the warm-up is over, are you ready for the main event?”

Appearing out of nowhere and climbing up onto the bed was our daughter, Lumi. It hadn’t even occurred to me to ask Stella if Lumi was in her room. Of course she would be!

“L-Lumi!”

Lumi sat on her knees and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“I am ready to offer you my first time in both body and spirit, Husband. Please violate this insolent Saintess until you are satisfied.”

Not even after all the sex I’ve had with all the goblins, orcs, and even dwarf to be found in Goblinhome did I feel such a painful throbbing reaction in my erect cock to her entirely dissonant words.

Violate?

Looking down, I could see a visible change to a certain part of my anatomy.

I see.

Yes.

It doesn’t need to make sense anymore.

All I need to do is violate my adorable Saintess.

Everything will fall into place after that.