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!"
