A Victorian Tale Pt. 26

A Victorian Tale!

Part Twenty-six - Goblin Breeder!

It all sounded perfectly reasonable to Mary, as long as she would get another goblin phallus to plunder her... her... cunt. The word popped into her mind. One she associated with crude people. But somehow right. Lurk pulled out. Again she felt terribly empty and abandoned. Better do this quickly, she thought, so things can return to being right again.

Casting aside her few remaining garments she turned to face the kitchen table and bent over it. Her breasts drooped onto the wood, and her nipples rubbed the rough surface, then she was face down, her arms stretched in front of her, and her fingers holding onto the far edge.

Lurk climbed her.

He was quick, for which Mary was grateful because her cunt felt empty. And, grabbing her legs, he literally clambered up until he was perched on her buttocks. He grabbed a handful of flesh each side and pushed in.

"Oh yes," cried Mary. "Yes, yes... fuck me Lurk... fornicate with me... plant your seed."

Lurk did as he was told. He hammered away at Mary who responded with encouragement.

"Oh that is wonderful, Lurk," she cried. "Your phallus is so... aaaah aaaargg aaah... "

Lurk had placed his feet on the table and shifted his hands to around Mary's waist. This gave him more stability and leverage. Mary could feel him pumping the seed in her cunt, pushing it forward into her womb. This was, she was discovering, the way in which the next goblin helped the previous goblin's seed to place itself for the best chance of conception. The head of the goblin's phallus, so strangely mushroom in shape, was like a shovel, or more accurately like a piston, pushing secretions and seed before it.

And she was unaware that her ovaries were being stimulated by one of the chemicals she had absorbed when sucking goblin cock. An egg was being released to hurry down to the womb before the goblin seed lost its potency. All she knew was this was right, this was how she wanted to be, and that she was starting to have a craving for mushrooms.

Moonah jumped onto the table after taking a small bottle from her clothes that she had discarded so quickly after the meal. She hunted around for a spoon and poured out a little of the red syrup.

"Shit! Aaargh aaaargg oh God! oh God! oh God!" Mary screamed as Lurk pounded away, then the spoon went into her mouth and Moonah's fingers were gripping her nose. She swallowed.

The syrup was a flavour unlike anything she had tasted before. And, as the Professor's cook, she'd tasted a lot of foods. It was like every kind of fruit at the same time, with a strong hint of honey. Before she could swallow it the syrup dissipated, absorbed through the lining of the mouth, and a tingling passed through her body. Every sensation she was feeling was heightened and the pleasure around her loins became almost too much to bear.

"She jellied," laughed Moonah.

There was a scrambling sound and Mary found herself surrounded by Brak and Zuun. Brak whispered in her ear.

"On the table you get," he laughed. "Face down and lift your fanny for us. Now we seed you good and proper."

Again this seemed to Mary to be a good idea, a perfectly reasonable request, even though Lurk was still perched on her, thrusting away. She stood up. He hung around her waist with his arms and thrust. She put one leg onto a chair. He swung sideways and grasped her thigh, and continued to thrust. And finally she clambered onto the table and lay face down. Moonah adjusted her legs to raise Mary's fanny to the right height, and Lurk ejaculated.

Mary again experienced the feeling of great satisfaction and, moments later, her climax arrived. She moaned and writhed on the table, then another goblin entered her.

And this is how James, wearing one of the Professor's beads, discovered her an hour later when he returned from his chores. Entering the house by the kitchen door he was astonished to see his wife slumped face down on the table with four green creatures clustered around her. Her eyes were open, but unseeing, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her head lay in a pool of drool. And, from time to time, she made sighs of pleasure.

"Mary!" he called out. "What is this?"

His wife burbled something. He caught the words goblin, and wonderful, and that they had been sent to help.

--o--

As the Professor's household were learning the dangers of goblins the ogre tribe were, once again, making progress.

During the afternoon the tribe stopped for a short while to pick fruits and berries from an area of low bushes. The men were released from their frames to do the bulk of the picking, returning with their finds to present them to the female ogres. The male ogres wandered amongst the bushes casually picking the occasional fruit and eating it. Tak found some delicious berries for T' and fed them to her.

The random movement of the male ogres brought Tak and Gul into close proximity, and gave T' a chance to talk to the newest member of the tribe.

"Hello," she said. "I'm T', so pleased to meet you."

"Fiona," said the girl. "Sorry, Fi." She glanced up trying to see if Gul was displeased. He didn't seem to have noticed her faux-pas. He raised his right hand and pointed at T'.

"He wants to frig you," grunted Tak. "And is offering Fi for me in return."

* that sounds very friendly... better than trying to bash each other's brains out * commented Miriam.

"I don't suppose I have a say in this," replied T'.

"I am offering you a choice," growled Tak.

"Then I agree," smiled T'. "What happens next?"

What happened next was that Tak and Gul took a step closer and T' felt Gul's fingers delving into her crack. Tak reached down to do the same with Fi. And then the ogres moved until T' and Fi were touching, breasts to breasts. T' found herself looking deep into the eyes of a young woman who had chosen to switch tribes. To live with what, in later times, would be called monsters. Creatures that were noted for cracking the skulls of unfortunate knights and eating any fair maidens they came across.

Both the girls began to gasp as ogre fingers delved into cracks, which swiftly became slick with juices. Fi gurgled, unused to the raw stimulation, and quickly started to pant. Her breasts heaving with each breath. The two women's nipples rubbed together, which made the sensations even more powerful.

"Aaaaaaah," said T'

"Oh oh oh oooooooh," replied Fi.

Conversation was going to be impossible. As soon as T' could formulate a question to ask Fi it was driven from her head with the pleasure. Their breasts, slick with sweat, rubbed together and then Tak and Gul pushed forwards again.

"Mmm mmm," groaned their cocksleeves as their lips met. T' and Fi kissed and then they were writhing on their mounts' phallus as their climax hit them with shattering force. Several male ogres paused in their browsing to smile at the sight.

--o--

James was clutching his bead in the hope this might help him understand what was happening. He had met the Professor and Magdalena in the street a short while earlier and been told that they were both going out for the evening to a restaurant. There would be no requirement for dinner. He had rushed back to tell Mary not to worry about the evening meal, but it looked as if the stew on the cooker was thoroughly neglected, which could not be said for the cook who was being pleasured with not a moment pause between little green creatures in her fanny.

Magdalena had said something about guards being sent to ensure that Sir Rupert could not attack the Professor's house, but it was all very vague. The damn woman, hag, was always speaking in riddles, and this had been no exception. James presumed these were the guards.

The three on the kitchen table were clearly, rampantly, male. And the one waddling on her stubby little green legs towards him was just as clearly female. Her broad face had the widest smile that James had even seen on a creature.

"Moonah like," it said, looking him up and down. "Moonah fuck! Yes?"

"Who are you.... Uuurgh!" James started to ask but the creature arrived at his crotch and little green fingers unfastened his trousers and dragged them down. Then her mouth was licking and kissing. Standing at her full height Moonah's mouth was at the exactly right height to take James's manhood, which she lost no time in doing. And James discovered that a little person could be just as clever with their mouth and tongue as a full sized lover. His manhood swelled and became erect and then her saliva began to have its effect.

It was a defence mechanism, developed over millennia, to protect the tiny goblin female from attack by big people. If she could get her mouth in contact with skin, preferably sensitive skin, then she might be able to pacify any big humanoid. All James's concerns just slipped away as a feeling of peace and contentment flowed over him. Any anger replaced with a desire to pleasure this delightful creature.

In ancient times the female goblin was likely to make a run for it at this moment, back to her tribe and the safety of the cave. But, over time, goblin females had learned to identify which big people might happily go on to fornicate with them, and Moonah had no intention of running away.

"Moonah go bed with big man?" she asked.

This sounded acceptable to James. After all his wife was very busy accepting three goblin phalluses, and seemed very happy with it. When they pleasured with friends Mary had always been happy for her husband to go with any accommodating lady.

"Er yes.. we can go to bed," James replied, leading Moonah from the kitchen and up the stairs to their chamber. The goblin flung herself energetically onto the bed and spread her legs wide. James was entranced with the flash of red skin in her fanny and, in moments, he was on the bed and in that wonderfully strange fanny.

--o--

In Doggerland the tribe had moved on and several hours were spent putting as many miles under their feet as possible before the light faded. Then it was the usual routine of the camp.

As soon as she was released from Tak's phallus T' gathered together her newly traded goods and set to sewing. She had learned the art from her governess but had never been very neat. Luckily here in palaeolithic times neatness was not the most important thing, it was toughness. And she could do tough sewing.

The garment, such as it was, came together quite well. A long strap with fastenings at each end and at the middle two scooped additions. They were the most difficult to shape but she had something, actually two things, she could compare it with to test the curves and, after an hour the strap was done. Tak watched her at first but, once the meal was over, he drifted away to become part of the audience.

Pah had, of course, claimed his right to be the first to fornicate with the newest cocksleeve. He had approached Fi and, while Gul smiled - proud of the honour that was being done him - he took her to the mounting stone. Soon Fi was screaming her happiness into the rapidly darkening sky. T' listened, straining to hear if another girl, a mile or so away, was being treated to the same pleasure but couldn't hear anyone. A shame, she thought, it was always nice to feel you were part of a joyous tradition.

When Tak returned to bed it was too dark to show him her work so she contented herself with laying before him, her back up against his phallus. It was quite cool when he first got in but soon, under the effect of her body heat, it warmed up. Tak reached around and frigged her to a nice orgasm, then they slept.

--o--

James didn't sleep much that night. The little green creature that, he learned during pillow talk was a goblin, was very happy to copulate. And he also learned that goblin females were insatiable. And each time he dipped his wick, as some people called the act of fornication, her juices seemed to restore him. After each ejaculation and loss of erection, she rubbed her little fanny lips on his manhood, making him hard again. He got a burst of energy from each time she did this, and they fornicated again.

In the kitchen Mary spent the night in a haze of pleasure. She slept on several occasions, falling asleep with a goblin phallus plundering her, and waking to find a different one thrusting away. They had seeded her numerous times now and she had experienced the contentment, that goblin seed induced in a female, multiple times. And she had gurgled and writhed through more orgasms than she had ever experienced in such a brief time. She was now utterly content to be a goblin breeder.

Sometime, in the early hours of the morning, one of the goblins fed her mushrooms from the pantry and more of the red syrup.

--o--

The morning in Doggerland revealed that the landscape before them was different. T' could see that, ahead, the land was beginning to rise. Low hills and forest was the new view on the horizon, though she guessed that it might take a couple of days to get there. After breakfast she showed her new garment to Tak, demonstrating how it was to be used. He looked, thought for a moment, and then said, "You understand, this is not traditional."

"No it isn't," replied T'. "But it's what I want and, I think, it will make cocksleeves more productive and useful."

"We must consult Pah."

T's heart dropped. Pah would probably say no. But she had done something for him. Perhaps she could persuade him to let her do this.

Tak asked Pah to join them and T' showed him the garment. Then she asked if she could demonstrate it. Pah nodded, his face stern and unmoving, like it was chiselled in stone.

T' lay on her front and took Tak's phallus. He fastened her legs around his hips and then pulled her up. As she was heaved upright she grasped the strap and offered the ends to Tak which he dutifully fastened to his harness. They turned to show Pah, and the entire tribe who were now watching, the result.

The broad leather strap ran across T's chest under her breasts and held her upright. The cups she had managed to fashion pushed her breasts up and out a little. Which seemed to make them look a bit larger. And, most importantly, the whole arrangement meant that her arms were free to move.

"It is not traditional..." Pah started to say.

"I did something for you... I saved your life... I brought harmony to the tribe," whispered T'. "I ask you to let me do this. I have a feeling this will be good for all."

"You have had vision?"

"Er... yes," she lied. It had not been a vision, just a strong feeling that she needed to have her hands free for some reason that she couldn't articulate. Let Pah think it was a vision, she thought, if that's what's needed for this to be allowed.

"It look silly," grunted Pah. "But cocksleeve to Tak may wear it."

And with that the tribe set off. But not before several of the male ogres, and a couple of the females, had examined the new garment. I will have to think of a name for it, T' thought. It's not exactly a brassiere, but it's similar. I think I will call it a bra. I'm probably using an ogre's name but if I call it a bra-strap then hopefully I will not be insulting someone's relative.

--o--

The Professor and Magdalena returned to the house in the morning, about the time when his adopted daughter was setting off for her hands-free day. (Give or take tens of thousands of years.) To their surprise the Professor had to use his own key to enter. There was no sign of James and Mary.

"Perhaps they are ill," said the Professor. "Take your ease in the withdrawing room, Magdalena, and I will go up and visit their rooms."

Magdalena sniffed.

"The guards I sent for have arrived, but they have exceeded their instructions," she cackled. "Discipline is needed. Follow me."

Following a scent the Professor could not detect Magdalena led the way to the kitchen. The Professor clutched at his bead as they went, wondering what on earth was about to be revealed.

The kitchen was in chaos. And dark. Towels had been draped over the window, not entirely cutting out the light but reducing the room to a dim cave-like level of illumination. The table had been pushed onto its side and turned, like a barricade, against the back door. The range was piled up with pots and pans in which stew-like substances bubbled and simmered. The centre of the kitchen floor was now covered with a thick layer of straw, moss, and other, less savoury, debris. The Professor could see half-eaten mushrooms and other vegetables.

In the middle of this weird nest Mary was on her hands and knees with a green creature using her fanny and another enjoying her mouth. She was making low moaning sounds of enjoyment but, although her eyes were open and looking directly at the Professor, she didn't seem to recognise her employer. Her fat breasts swung under her with every energetic thrust by her green lover and, as the Professor moved across the room to examine things more closely, he was sure her belly was bigger than normal.

He looked a second time, trying to recall the occasions when she had taken his cook from behind, to be sure of his observation. A pleasant set of memories flitted across his mind, of her visiting his bed, or making herself the centre of attention at one of his 'sharing' parties. He would invite his married friends but, since his wife was deceased, he had no woman to attend with, Mary kindly filled that role with considerable enthusiasm, which had not faded with age.

Mary, like any middle aged woman with some plumpness on her, had a sagging belly. But, he judged, it did seem much bigger than he remembered. Almost as if, overnight, she had suddenly become six months pregnant. A quick glance at Mary's pendulous breasts with their dark aureola and fat nipples suggested the same conclusion. But how had this happened?

"Stop!" cackled Magdalena.

The hag stepped forward and the goblins stopped their thrusting. Unfortunately the one in Mary's fanny had just reached the point of no return and he stood, very still, whilst pumping seed into his breeding human. He did have the sense to look ashamed, like a human child caught stealing cookies from the kitchen.

"Gnnn gnnn gnnn aaaaaaah," moaned Mary as another load of seed was added to her womb.

"Leave her be!" said Magdalena. "I did not give you permission."

"You said guard Professor," replied the goblin that had just ejaculated into Mary. "Nothing about not nesting."

Mary moaned and lifted her bottom slightly and waved it from side to side. To the Professor it looked as if she was hunting for another phallus to be inserted. A goblin moved forward, very slowly, as if he could avoid Magdalena's gaze by being infinitely careful, and slid his phallus into the welcoming fanny. Mary sighed with evident delight.

"We thought she reward," said a third goblin, wanking his already stiff phallus. "We deserve reward. True?"

"This is not the reward I planned," cackled the hag.

"And," said the first goblin, his phallus still dripping with seed. "She touch Zuun's balls. That invitation to breed. Ancient law say so."

"That is true," said Magdalena to the Professor. "If a human female shows such close interest the old law says she can be given what she desires. If she runs away she is not to be pursued. But..."

Magdalena left her sentence unfinished and approached the table. She lifted Mary's head up and examined her face, then she pulled open one of Mary's eyelids and stared deep into the pupil. Finally she tested Mary's jaw which hung slack and made no resistance when the hag moved it around.

"Sorry I am Professor," she said, without a hint of a cackle. "More than thirteen hours since she first sucked goblin. She has had too much cock and been fed jelly. The fault is mine. I did not tell my guards that all the humans in the house were off limits."

"Oh," replied the Professor.

"Yes... Oh indeed. Guess I that our fourth guard, Moonah, is upstairs with your manservant. By now forgotten his wife he has, and will be Moonah's willing slave. Though happy he will be. Goblin girl is very energetic and inventive slut."

"Hmm," said the Professor. "It seems I will have to return to the habits of my student days, and seek my food in taverns and restaurants. And I will have to look after my staff, instead of the other way around."

--o--

Two weeks later Mary birthed her first litter of hobgoblins. If she had still been thinking like a cook she would have said that it was like shelling peas. The four tiny mewling green babies dropped from her with little effort. She instinctively lay on her side and they started to suckle, two at a time, while Zuun fed her mushrooms and jelly and, occasionally, licked at her fanny. Testing if it was ready for more penetration.

Goblin breeders were usually ready, and very willing, within hours to be impregnated again. Mary after barely forty minutes was already lifting her buttocks and taking Brak's phallus while continuing to feed her children.

Magdalena and the Professor had watched the birthing. The Professor thought he could see a second set of breasts developing on Mary's lower chest. To make for more efficient feeding of subsequent litters, he supposed.

"Be thinking of it this way," said the Hag. "Mary will help preserve a species that is most endangered."

--o--

Two weeks after demonstrating her bra-strap T' had occasion to bless the day she invented it.

Their progress through the uplands was slower than it had been across the great plain of Doggerland. Here there were trees in abundance and more substantial herds of grazing deer and wild pigs. The tribe had several successful hunts, drying the meat and preserving it with salt for the celebrations to come. Some days they made no distance at all, but Pah seemed happy that they were on schedule.

Fi was proving very popular on an evening and was crawling back to Gul in the early hours having been well pleasured. And, in the manner of young lovers, he would also take her himself each night. The older ogres, trying to sleep, sometimes complained to the pair if they were too loud. 'Get a rock' was often shouted in the tone of voice that suggested that the rock in question was at least several hundred yards away.

It had been a fine day then, in the cool of the late afternoon, a horrible snarl disturbed the tribe's tranquillity. The beast had hidden behind a cluster of rocks. It might, T' thought later, have been tracking them for days. Or they might have crossed its path unawares. But the upshot was that there was no prior warning other than the brief snarl. From its hidden position the savage creature took its opportunity, when all the other ogres were distracted, to attack Amu and his sprite cocksleeve Di.

The sabre cat sprang, an elegant leap with deadly accuracy. Ripping claws and terrible fangs struck, knocking Amu to the ground. Wounding him and slashing his cocksleeve Di who immediately passed out with the pain. Then the cat turned. T' knew that its next move would be to grasp Amu by the throat. Tak had told her of this danger one evening during pillow talk. The sabre cat would fasten its jaws around his throat, choke him to keep him subdued, and drag them both away. All the time making warning growls that it could use those terrible claws on any ogre who sought to intervene. Death would soon follow.

"Tak!" said T' urgently. "Give me the thunderstone!"

"What?" muttered Tak who was scrabbling on the ground for a rock or branch to use as a weapon. Unfortunately nothing useful was presenting itself to his hand.

"The thunderstone!" she replied. "Quickly, before it is too late!"

Tak scrabbled in his bags and came out with the stone. For a moment T' thought he was going to throw it, which would have ruined everything, but then he pressed it into her hand. She extended her arm and pointed it at the beast and thought, as hard as she could, 'Release him!'. The cold ran through her mind, down her arm, and into the stone.

And the lightning came!

The bolt started in the stone, or perhaps in T's hand, and curved through the air. Blue-white light, so bright that it was painful to look upon. It struck the cat on the side of its head and, with a howl, the beast released Amu. There was a smell of burned hair that was like smelling salts to T's nose. She had been feeling nauseous with the fear but the acrid smell cleared her head.

The beast backed away two steps, growling in rage and frustration, its face contorted with pain. The scar of burned hair and flesh livid. It was looking straight at T' and Tak now.

Everything seemed to slow down.

She saw the haunches of the beast tense and knew it was about to leap. The body flexed and the front paws extended towards her with claws unsheathed. The jaws opened to reveal teeth designed to rend and tear and the terrible face was getting closer as the leap progressed. She held the thunderstone in front of her and wished the creature 'Begone!'.

This time the lightning surrounded the creature, giving it nowhere to escape, and it was twisting in pain, falling, collapsing onto the ground at Tak's feet. Dead. T' knew its heart had failed under the lightning strike.

"I did not want you dead," T' muttered. "Sorry, but I could not let you kill any of us."

But, she thought, looking at Amu and Di smeared with blood, it may have already done that.

"Take me to them!" T' commanded, pointing at Amu and Di. And this time Tak did what he was told without arguments. He bent over the couple and T' reached down to put a hand on each. Then she wished them healthy again.

* let me help * said Miriam.

T' let the old witch take control and her magic was shaped from cold rage to the warmth of love. There was a glow under her fingers and Amu lost his deadly pale complexion. Di woke and began to sob. The sprite's injuries were a lot less severe, thank goodness, T' thought. The cat had known which of them must be subdued and slain quickly, and which could wait for a later moment to die.

Pah was by Tak's side a moment later. He watched as T' filled Amu's body with healing energy. Ao also watched carefully. Amu groaned and regained consciousness.

With a roar Pah shook the stick he had found at the sky. Was he praying to the gods, T' wondered? Then he turned to the tribe.

"I name you T'o," he cried, pointing at T'. He pronounced it Thoe, or perhaps Thow but with a very soft w sound at the end.

"That means protector of the tribe, a great honour," muttered Tak.

"And I declare you... sorceress," cackled Ao.

Everyone in the tribe went quiet and some took a step away from Tak and T'o.

To be continued...