Choice To Impregnate (1)

Sometime in the afternoon, Prima had come to visit me, bringing me a much desired source of light in the form of a fresh torch. The last one had flickered out hours ago, and I really hated that I had to constantly exist in pitch blackness more often than not.

"What Husband doing?"

"Push-ups. A human exercise. They keep my arms strong."

"When stop?"

"I can stop now. Do you need something from me, Prima?"

"Yes. Prima think. Husband listen?"

"Sure," I said, moving from a push-up position to sitting cross-legged on the straw bed next to me. "I'm all ears."

"Husband want pick next goblin give big seed?"

"You want me to pick?"

"Let Husband think. Want do?"

"I guess…? But won't it make some goblins mad at me for not being chosen sooner than others?"

"Husband pick goblin. Goblin picked last, picked last. Night come, Prima bring three. Husband pick one, Husband pick all, Prima not care. Only care goblin get big seed."

It was a compelling enough argument for now. I didn't mind doing the picking.

"I agree. It would also give me a chance to reinforce my position on cleanliness."

"What Husband mean? Move dirt again?"

"I meant that it would let me remind the ones not being picked that coming to visit me when their body is clean, is a very good idea to increase their chances at getting picked for big seed by me."

"Husband agree? Good. Prima come later with goblins."

Prima turned away uncaring, her business done with me for now.

"Um… Prima?" I called out to her.

"What want?"

I walked over to her and gave her a hug. She didn't refuse it.

"Thank you for being understanding earlier with Lily."

"No do for Lily. Do for Husband. What stupid Husband do with fire meat, Prima not care."

"However you want to see it. Thank you anyway."

I released her from the hug and let her go. She took a few steps away and stopped.

"Prima keep clean… Husband do thing with Prima?" She said while pointing at her loincloth.

"Sure, anytime you want."

"Prima think more."

And then she left. There's no way Prima is a tsundere, is she?

I went back to exercising, laying on my back with my knees bent, preparing to do some sit-ups. I want to say I wish I had something else to do, but aside from regular access to a waterskin of clean water and a constant light source, I was having trouble figuring out where I was on Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. Being in the pitch-black darkness for hours on end was very disorienting. I was fairly sure the goblin's cave was free of rats, bats, spiders, or other weird creepy crawlies, so I wondered if maybe they had been scavenged to extinction sometime before I arrived?

When the torchlight eventually went out again, I decided to take a nap. Might as well be at my best again tonight for whoever is the lucky one that gets picked by me.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was to a clearly visible Prima shaking me awake.

"Wake up. Prima bring goblins. Husband pick now which give big seed."

One of the nice things about waking up around here is the fact that not a single goblin covers their breasts. Modesty extends to a loincloth at best, and even then, I don't think they really care one way or another about wearing them. Jewel and Lily were not among the goblins who had come on Prima's order. Not surprising, since my job was to inseminate new goblins at a rate of at least one a night so far as I understood it.

I got up from my straw bed already sporting a heavy erection. I looked over all three of them first before I began talking.

"Before I picks which goblin I will give big seed to, I want to make one thing clear to all of you right now. The goblin I will think about picking the soonest is one who cleans their neck, milkies, and fuckhole before coming to my cave-hole. It doesn't have to be every day that you clean them, but please, if you are covered in dirt or blood or shit in those places, it really makes me not want to give you any big seed at all. I will give you it anyway, since that is my duty as your Husband, but I won't promise that it will be the best big seed I can give you. That's all."

There was some chattering among the three gathered goblins before one of them asked the question I expected to hear about what I said.

"Why care clean? Only put seed-stick in fuckhole." One of them complained.

I looked towards Prima for a moment, and then back to the three goblin candidates. Prima decided to assist me in her own way.

"If all goblin want is quick seed and not big seed. Not want enjoy seed-stick in fuckhole, make goblin feel stupid-think, have legs bend like reeds for day, then no listen Husband. Prima say goblin big-stupid if not listen Husband."

After that, I took a second look at each of the three goblin women who had been brought for me to choose from. Making a proper second pass, my eyes kept returning to the goblin that had caught my eye almost immediately after the first pass. Her chest wasn't huge, but this large brown body scar she had from her collar running diagonal between her breasts and ending down just below her belly button was quite impressive. I reached out to touch it and she puffed out her chest to let me. Was she proud of it?

"You."

"Why pick ugly scar?" The goblin immediately next to her, one that looked a little crow-like became upset.

"Shut stupid mouth!" Prima yelled from the side at her almost immediately, "Husband not care if Ugly Scar or Runt! Gobiln want pick next? Listen Husband, go clean body! Make Husband want pick!"

I couldn't quite make out all of it since she shouted it really quickly and the goblin language still sounded quite broken to me, but it seemed to pacify the one who had spoken out.

"Husband done choose?" Prima followed up with me.

Did she want me to choose another? To be honest, I'd be fine doing so, but… I had something in mind for this one.

"I'm done." I answered Prima.

"Both goblin not pick leave now! Tomorrow Husband pick more! Come then."

There was a bit of grumbling to be expected, but they all listened to Prima in the end and left. She had also stayed behind for a moment to say something to the one I had just selected.

"Husband not need rope. Husband giving big seed good. Listen Husband, get seed-head stupid-think. Legs bend like reeds, belly full, fuckhole sore. Husband keep warm after."

"Me listen Husband. Me get strong ones!" The one I had chosen replied confidently.

Prima laughed.

"Prima go sleep cave-hole. Maybe go stream, clean body before bring Husband tomorrow fire meat."

I grinned at her. She returned it in kind before turning around and leaving me alone with the prideful looking goblin with the long body scar. I had kind of expected her to put up some kind of fight, but instead she immediately fell to her knees once Prima left the room.

"Are you okay?"

"Only talk strong. Not want reedy legs, sore fuckhole, but want strong ones. Not think Husband pick Ugly Scar… also not think pick Runt…"

I put my arms around her, trying to console her as I watched the entire show of bravado drain out of her quickly. I kind of wanted to ask about how she got this amazing scar, or rather how she survived getting it, but decided to change my game plan. I had planned to try being extremely rough with her, maybe go three rounds with her, leaving her a broken mess afterwards. But now I was worried it really would leave her a broken mess afterwards, and not in a good way.

"Husband will be gentle if you want."

"Gentle?"

"Uh… make not hurt much?" I tried explaining in what I felt was the actual goblin language.

"Want. Want big seed, not want hurt. Not like… hurt."

She had a troubled look on her face as she said that, possibly recalling some traumatic memory as she did. I would be far from a gentlemanly kind of Husband if I did not provide her with a safe and enjoyable experience here. I might be a breeding slave to the goblin tribe, but I'm also their Husband., For this one with the ugly scar, it's her first night with me, and I feel like leaving her with a good impression.

"Hmm. Okay. I will do what I can to make it not hurt. But I will need you to do a few things so this can happen as painlessly as possible."

"What me do?"

"First, take off your loincloth."

She reached down and gave it a tug, flinging it away a bit from the straw bed.

"What next do?"

I sat down on the straw pile and spread my legs. I patted the space between them and told her to come sit down. She did as asked, and as soon as she had, I noticed she had almost no trace of the musky scent Jewel, Lily, or Prima had.

"Do you clean yourself often?" I asked her, noticing even her hair wasn't a matted mess.

"Yes. Must stay clean. Scar… rot if dirty."

Ah. So she was aware of the infectious nature of a large wound not being cleaned and treated. It did look healed though, did she think she was still at risk of infection or necrosis? I felt like this was going to make things very easy for me.