Chapter 1 - Breeding Frenzy

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There are no underage characters in this story.
Goblins, being the little fast fuckers they are, reach physical maturity at the age of twelve, and usually die of old age by fifty.
If they survive that long, that is.
Thank you for your patience and understanding.
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There it was, the last door of the tower, where his prize was hidden, taken captive by the greedy Dragon Princess. Sir Knight took a deep breath, his grip on his sword tightening, his breath whistling through the holes in his helm. He couldn't stop the small prayer escaping from his lips. Dear Gods, please. Let her be human this time. Or alive, at least. His last encounter with Zombie Princess left a bad taste in his mouth, in more ways than one. He spent the last five hours knee-deep in blood, hacking and slashing at the uncountable minions of the Dragon Overlord. Overlady? Whatever. The daring warrior, his armor and robes stained and teared, took another breath before launching forward, kicking open the door, his voice deep and full of charismatic, panty-wetting heroism.

"Princess, I've come for you!" 

His eyes rapidly found the Princess, stereotipically standing at the window, and he scoffed slightly behind his helm. Not human. Damn. Well, at least she was humanoid. And unmistakably female, if the pair of oversized sweater puppies attached to her chest weren't a trick of the light. Yes, he had to check for that too. Thanks, Boy Princess.
The young royal heir was small, just above three feet tall, looking up at him with bright green eyes enchased in a green face, framed by short, shiny and well groomed green hair. She wasn't see-through, so not a slime. No scales, pointy ears... Goblin! He was definitely before a barely-of-age, scantly-clad Goblin Princess. Extremely scantly-clad. The finely weaved fishnet stockings clashed a bit with the dainty high heels, coupled with a yellow G-String and star-shaped pasties, straining on well sculpted, torpedo-shaped boobs, each one almost as big as her head. And on said head rested a small, golden tiara, a reminder that the high-octane, pint-sized slut was indeed royalty. Even if she was licking her lips, and closing up to him, wide, child-bearing hips wiggling back and forth.
"My Savior! Thank you, thank you!" Her voice was high, but surprisingly pleasant. "I've been waiting to be rescued forever! This place is so boring!" She hugged the metal-clad warrior, or at least tried to, her low height restricting her options. She wound up with her arms around the Knight's armored thights, her cheek smoshed against his groin. "I'm Mei, Princess of the Goblin. How can I repay you for saving me?" Her small body, unused to contact with another living being, was heating up fast, and the firmness she felt against her cheek pushed all her buttons in just the right way. 
"Are you wearing an armored codpiece, or are you just happy to see me?" She smirked, her hand sneaking under his robe, meeting cold, unyeldy metal. "Uh. Armored Codpiece. Let me try again, mh?".

And that's how the valiant Knight found himself seated on the queen-sized bed, with a writhing Goblin Princess on his lap, her underwear abandoned on the floor alongside his codpiece. Her head lolled back, tiny hands grabbing at his chestpiece for leverage and spearing herself on his cock, as big as her forearm, pressing deliciously against her cervix. Her moans echoed in the room and down the hallway as she bounced up and down, her "Yes!"ses and "More!"s higher and higher in volume, until she felt the Knight throbbing inside her, filling her with a need she never felt before. "Yes, give it to me! More, more!"
Once again, the Knight's deep voice resounded in the room.

"Princess, I'm coming inside you!"

***Twelve Years Later***

With a flick of her wrist, another perfectly made pancake flew from the pan to land squarely on the plate behind her. Clad in a yellow apron, impossibly stretched around her round belly and with the appropriate "#1 MOM" emblazoned on it, Mei busied herself with breakfast. The Goblin household was always rowdy and noisy, but things peaked at breakfast, when the almost-permanently pregnant Goblin Princess and her ten children gathered together in a single room, the spacious kitchen filled to the brim with green-skinned kids of various ages, from the twelve years old twins, just taking their first steps in adulthood, to the smallest, barely five months on his shoulders, who was gnawing on a plush knight with is little pointy teeth, blissfully silent for once.
The eldest twins were arguing again, unsurprisingly. Yesterday was about age, Bea being three whole minutes older than her brother. Today was all about height. Kor was about the same height as his mother, while his sister Bea inherited their father's stature, towering over the rest of the family. And, of course, took every chance to boast about it. Calls of "Pipsqueak" and "Beanstalk" were trown back and forth across the table. That is, until the Princess, pumped full of hormones and too cranky for her own good, snapped at them. 

"That's it! I can't hear myself think! Out!" the pan clanked loudly, smothering the small fire underneath, as she pointed to the door. "Out! Until you learn how to be civil around each other!" "But-" "Butts are for pooping! Out of my kitchen!" With a sigh, the twins rose, leaving their family to their breakfast. 
A couple hours and one lost round of rock-paper-scissors later, Kor was knocking on the door to his mother's room, to check on her. The pint-sized princess was reclining on her bed, barefoot and wearing a yellow sundress, a book propped between her dome-shaped stomach and her breasts, holding it open. "Hey, Mom. Are you ok?" The young goblin took a deep breath, threading on eggshells while approaching his mother. Mei sighed soundly, her hands petting her belly. "I'm ok, sweetie. This little one is just driving me crazy." A small nod from him made Mei smile, and closing her book to turn her undivided attention to her son and motioning for him to help her sit up. He went a little bit further, kneeling behind the now cross-legged goblin matron to rub her shoulders. "Everything will be alright, once I give birth and your father gets back from his adventures. Still, it wouldn't hurt if you and your sister were a bit more friendly to each other." The frown that dawned on the younger goblin's face disappeared almost istantly when his mother turned to him, poking his nose with a short, green finger, a broad grin baring her pointy teeth. "I know, I know. She is too much to handle sometimes, mh? I carried both of you for six months, I should know." With a slight smirk, Mei wrapped her arms around her son, clutching him tight and dragging him down with her, both goblins hitting the mattress with a *ponf!*, hugging turning into cuddling. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. Pregnancy feels wonderful, but leaves me a bit cranky sometime." She squeezed her son against her bountiful chest. A very flushed Kor could only reply  "It's ok, mom. I'll think of it as training!" Another, decisively un-princessy smirk, followed by a tightening of the of her arms around her son, left Kor's face even more hot. And it had nothing to do with his mother's fleshy warheads smooshing against his chest. To say nothing of her beautiful, round and taut belly. No sir, no correlation at all. Despite his best intentions, he could feel his penis stir and harden. His cheeks a bright green, blood split evenly between his face and groin "You are going to be such a nice daddy sooner or later...ugh!" She winched, backing up. The young goblin, after the few seconds required by his brain to reboot, quickly noticed the liquid dripping between his mother's leg, staining her sundress. "Mom! Are you ok?! The baby..." His hands rapidly found her belly, running gently on the heated, fabric-covered skin. "It's ok, sweetie. My waters broke. I guess this little one is really eager to meet her big brother." Of course, after spending half of her life being pregnant, she was quite accustomed to it. Her arm sneaked around Kor's shoulders for some much needed support. "Help me to the nursery, please." "Sure, mom!"

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With the latest addition to the family safely delivered, and soundly asleep in her crib after a long feeding session that left Goblin Princess' breasts tingling and her nipples aching, it was time for the party! Another custom of the goblin household, the most awaited one, to be honest. The whole family would come together, eat and drink and be merry, and joke and have fun. Mei would skip around the table, her slim, petite figure and bouncy behaviour back in mere hours after months of life-filled beauty thanks to her goblin heritage, hugging all her children without her belly getting in the way, and Ser Knight would prop his leg on a chair in a victorious pose, and amaze his sons (and a couple of his daughters) with tales of heroic combat against the evil Dragon Princess's forces, of grand trasures, and of lots of princesses waiting for him to free them. Of course, none of them as beautiful as his green-skinned wife, perish the thought. 
And finally, with their children all asleep in their beds, he would take her in his strong, armored arms, lift her gently, and impale her on his cock without even taking off his full plate, skewering the Goblin MILF's eager cunt and filling her hyperfertile womb with his load as she encouraged the valiant knight to knock her up, keeping her tame and bred, before sauntering to his next adventure. 
It worked like a charm every time. 
Except when he didn't show up.

If you had to find a silver lining, the situation did prompt a truce between the eldest goblin twins. Bea, having inherited most of the human genes, was taller and stronger, and busied herself with putting her sibilings to bed. A fairly easy task, compared with her brother's, wich was currently thanking his goblin stature and fast reflexes.
"Gah!" He ducked under the wine bottle that sailed through the air, shattering against the wall behind him. At least, since it was empty, the wall was left clean, if a bit nicked. Alas, being empty meant all the "Special Occasion" wine once contained in the green shards on the floor was now flowing freely in the veins of a small, curvy and totally smashed Goblin Matriarch. "That..! That..Armored, small-pricked dummy!" Mei threw her head backwards, lifting the last glass of wine to her shiny lips, downing it's contents like fresh water before slamming it on the table, sighing loudly. "Mom, I think you should stop. That's gonna come up back later, you know." The inebriated princess blew him a raspberry, her slightly slurred words stumbling out of her mouth "Pish posh! I'm not pregnant anymore! I can...can drink all I want nao!" 

Always the picture of sophisticated grace, she resorted to licking the inside of the glass, trying to coax the last surviving droplets into her mouth. "Whyyy, stupid husband, can...can't even take care of his wife... I miss being all pregnant and...and full!" Kor could only mutter in response, while hoisting his mother in his arms, "Mom, you were pregnant, like, eight hours ago. Here, lean on me, up we go!" A slight grunt, and up they went, to Mei's bedroom, wobbling like a jelly-legged shoggoth. Another sigh by the Princess "And... and ushually by this time I'm pregnant again. I neeeeed iiit..." Mei propped her chin on her son's shoulder, a trail on drool wetting his shirt. "Ugh, mom, gross! Also, too much information, thank you!" Not that he didn't know, he'd been aware of his parents' antics for years now. He even spied on them, once, not that he would ever admit it. The flashing images in his brain, combined with the very intimate way his mother was propped against him, were slowly doing their job. Shameful as it was, his green soldier was starting to wake from his slumber, straining against his pants at every touch of Mei's swollen mammaries against his chest. The smashed princess, of course, was completely clueless about it. "Aah, shaddup. You... you don't know how it is, being... being..." She bit her lip, words slipping from her grasp. "...someone with a vagoo." The heir of the goblin kingdom snickered as he opened the door to her bedroom with his free hand "You mean a woman, mom." 

"Yeees, woman." She half-climbed, half-rolled on her bed, her dress riding high on her legs, esposing lots of supple flesh, probably more than a virgin goblin could handle, blood-related or not. The Princess caressed her flat belly with both hands, a flash of longing in her green eyes. "Goblin women, you see." She poked her belly, while her son climbed on the bed with her, undoing her hairdo to make her more confortable "Once we get pregnant, we can't stop, never ever. If we stop, we get all fuzzy inside our head. Your grandma tried it once, almost went mad after a week. " She nodded, licking her lips, stil tasting wine on them. Her hands busied themselves by smoothing the fabric of her sundress. "Now, your father probably got himself trapped inside Mimic Princess, or something, and isn't here to impregnate me, like he should be. I need..." Just talking about it was making her hot and bothered, she could feel her lower lips starting to moisten "Kor, baby, I need your help. Help me, please " Her son, still combing his finger through her hair, nodded, eager to please his favourite mother. Or only mother, your pick. "Sure, mom. what do you need?"
"My womb, it's empty. It's wrong, it feels wrong... I need...I need to be bred." She grasped his shoulder, bringing him down on her, slotting her chin in the nape of his neck, her voice low and husky, nipping his hear with her sharp fangs "I need a cock inside me, any cock. Your cock." She was hugging him now, once again, but it was really, really different from the scene of that morning. The air around them was hot and moist. Still, she went on. "Fuck...Fuck me, Kor. Knock me up, or I'll go mad, and...and die."
The young greenskin gulped, conflicted. His brain was telling him one thing, his groin another. The woman before him was his mother, sure. She also was sensuality and perfection made flesh. The green flush of her cheeks, the upward curve of her moist lips, the heaving of her extremely generous chest as she panted, hot and horny. He had to say something, and after a brief pause, was finally able to muster his words. "I...I don't want you to die, mom." He winced. Yep. really smart. A Plus, kid. 
Mei smiled, guiding her son's hand under her skirt to her soaked panties. "My baby, my beautiful baby, you... you... Help me undress, please. Your mommy is losing herself."

Always the obedient son, Kor esitated only briefly before setting into motion, his finger cupping the Princess' sex over her wet underwear, her excitement making them nearly transparent. A small, dissident part of his brain tried to tell him to stop, that it wasn't right to touch one's own mother like that, but the signals to pull back and be disgusted were vetoed in favour of more interesting ones. Such as Touch. Suck, of course. And don't forget Grope. The other hand pulled at the skirt, lifting it up. 
With a small giggle, Mei lifted her butt from the mattress for the short time needed to hike her dress up her back, over her shoulders, then all the way to the floor, leaving the pint-sized princess in her knickers and sweaty, glowing skin. She purred softly, nuzzling his neck again as a small hand sank itself in the soft, supple flesh of her right tit. "Oh, Kor...We shouldn't be doing this, dear..." Unluckily, or maybe luckily for him, her words and action clashed considerably, for as the words were leaving her mouth, her deft hands were busy unbuckling his pants and lowering them. She licked her lips. "Really, really shoulmmmmmmh"

Kor sucked in a raspy, needy breath. The green, mushroom-shaped head of his cock had barely the time to feel the warm , humid air of the Goblin Princess' bedchambers, before being engulfed in something far more warm and infinitely more wet. His hands tangled in his mother's hair as she slurped on his cock like the proverbial man in the desert. Her gag reflex, if it ever existed, suffered the same fate as her inhibitions: Plummeted out of existance by the smell and taste of the mint, both in color and mileage, babymaker between her lips. Licking, slurping, even nibbling that firm flesh was a mission, everything she thought about. The young goblin could only moan and grunt as his mother worked her magic. He was tingling everywhere, heat pooling low in his groin. He was at the end of his teenage years, so of course he was no stranger to the feeling of cum churning up in his testes, ready to be launched outward in search for an egg. Seemed like, after years of solitary manhandling, his gonads  finally had a chance at doing what they were created for. The last, tiny and squeaky voice in his head telling him "It's your mother!" was prompty silenced as the woman in question hit a very pleasurable spot with her tongue, earning a loud moan and a tug on her hair for her efforts. Mei smiled, her lips stretched around warm meat, and doubled her pace.

With the Princess' head still firmly in his grasp, Kor started moving his hips slowly, trying to increase the friction. The feeling mounted and mounted until the only thing he could do was buck forward, hilting himself deeply inside his mother's tiny mouth before exploding like a volcano, hot, virile cum spurting forward with a cry of "Mom! Mom!" and the force of a thousand suns. And the goblin slut accepted it all with only the smallest of noises, her pointy nose scraping against Kor's pelvis, his pumping cock embedded so deep in her throat that he filled her stomach with cum, and she didn't get even the smallest taste of it. Non untile she lifted her head, the last weak spurts staining her lips swiftly licked away, leaving her lips wet and shiny. "Mmh." Her smile, if possible, was even more sultry than before. "There you go, all ready..." The slutty, cum-fed matriarch grasped her son's erection, massaging it gently, preventing it from softening. Not that was needed, the slab of meat between her finger was harder than ever. "Sooo..." She sing-songed, her hands crawling to her hips, toying with the elegant knots on both sides of her drenched panties, the only thing still hiding the final prize of the evening. "What do you say, Kor... Wanna make a baby with mommy?" The princess tugged on one of the strings, untying the knot. The left half of her panties dropped, revealing still more inviting flesh, and the corner of a well groomed, grass-green triangle of short hair.

And the smell.

Gods, the smell.

In his haze, all his overworked brain could come up with was that she smelled GOOD. Like fresh fallen rain and summer sea waves got together and had a baby. Just like they were going to. Yes, there was no doubt about that. He was going to impregnate his mother, becoming a big brother once again and a father for the first time. And would do it again, if she asked. But, first things first. He still had a job to do, and had to do it before his brain started dripping out of his skull. So he simply nodded, with enough strenght to make the head of his cock bobble up and down too, before raising his right hand to untie the other knot, leaving the goblin broodmare naked as the day she was born, wet and ripe for the taking. The once again MILF-to-be giggled softly, and dropped backwards, her back hitting the covers of her bed, her head craned upwards to keep eye contact with her stud son/lover. She cupped her breasts and rubbed her thighs together a couple of times, before spreading her legs, her dainty feet rising high in the air, presenting her most treasured possession, her burning, dripping womanhood, to her horny son. Beads of girlcum shined on the engorged, dark green lips, the small pearl of flesh of her clitoris peeking from under it's hood, needy for attention. A short tug on her leaking nipples, and her hands crawled down to her pussylips, spreading them even more, liquid arousal pooling under her, her entrance squeezing and relaxing around nothing. Greedy. Hungry.

That was good. That was RIGHT. Forget noble titles, forget claims of lands and reigns. Forget gold and jewels, court etiquette, and balls with other noble families. What every goblin woman always wanted was to be on her back with her legs spread, moaning like a mindless cow, with a cunt full of cum and a womb full of babies. And in a few minutes, she would be. She could almost feel her thoughts slowly slipping away, becoming simpler and needy while she peeked at Kor, the young goblin licking his lips, staring at the fleshy treasure before him. Her mouth twisted in a small grin "No need for you to return the favor, dear. Maybe later." Her index finger idly stroked the bundle of nerves atop her pussy, needy for more stimuli. "For now, I just need you inside me, once again, before it's too late." She rolled her hips for emphasis, the hilarious feeling returning inside her head. She was about to be fucked, and bred, like the good slut she was! "Return in the womb you came from, and leave a piece of you there. You earned it. Give...Give it to me. Give me a beautiful baby. Knock me up, Love." She was delirious, tongue lolling out of her mouth, pupils reduced to pinpoints in a sea of green. "I can feel myself slipping away... Hurry, Kor, Fuck me! Breed your Princess-Whore of a mother! Hurry! Hurry!"

There was no way he could refuse that kind of invitation. A soft sound, when his shirt hit the floor, and another as pants and underwear followed it, and he surged forward, embracing his mother, green skin on green skin. Ser Knight was no giant, but as a human towered over the average goblin none the less. Kor was just the right height and shape, hands grabbing her breasts gently, chin slotting in the nape of her neck, his hard cock nestled against her bush. "Come on, come on..." Her right hand groped blindly, and her grin got even bigger when she found her son's erection, grasping it firmly. She jerked it softly, rubbing the hard flesh against her clit, covering it in her juice and lining it up with her core. "Push, baby." The Princess mewled softly, her sharp teeth grazing Kor's ear, making him shiver. A shaky breath, before thrusting inside the same tight, slick channel he came from twelve years before.

Mei moaned loudly, immensely grateful for the soundproofed chamber. A necessity, really, when housing a goblin under the clutches of a lifelong breeding frenzy. Arching her spine, she wrapped her legs behind her lover's back, tightening their embrace, pushing her son deeper and deeper inside herself. The goblin heir wasn't as big as his father, but he still had some growing to do, and what was missing in size, he made up with eagerness. And speed. And determination to make his mother pregnant, judging by his grunts. The Princess laughed a happy laugh, thightening her hug around her son, smothering him between her huge breasts, squishing her cheek against his hair as he pummeled her into the mattress, grinning from ear to ear. To be fucked once again, after way too long, to feel her young, powerful son rutting inside her. Just the feeling of Kor's full balls slapping against her perineum was enough to send her over the edge, her juices flowing freely, drencing their legs and the sheets under them. When she came back from the climax, her son was pumping away with ruthless abandon, like nothing has happened "Oh, Kor.It feels good, doesn't it? Sliding inside mommy?" The young man answered between moans "Gods, mom, it feels amazing! It's incredible!" "And it's all yours, Kor. Until your father come back, you are the man of the house, and the main job of the man of the house..." She grinned again, flexing her pussy muscles to heigthen the grip on his cock "...is to keep his woman well fucked and bred."

And he was just about to do that, his shaft throbbing with rising pleasure. If not for the lovin blowjob he received earlier, he would have come long ago. And he suspected his mother was expert enough in the art of breeding to have known that before they started. "I'm gonna do it, mom! I feel it, I'm going to cum soon!" The young father-brother to be licked his lips, before wrapping his mouth around one of his mother's pebbly nipples, sucking on it until the flavour of her milk mixed with that of her skin and sweat. "Deep inside me, that's where your seed belong, Kor. Make me a mommy and a grandma at the same time!" Another time, the Princess' dirty talk would have left him shocked and scandalized. Now, her words made him tingle all over, prompting him to pump faster, the loud, wet sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the vast, dimly lit chambers.

Kor has seen his mother with a round belly for most of his life, and was no stranger to seeing her waddle around the tower, singing softly while doing chores, barefooted and with her hair in cute pigtails. But as he imagined the Goblin Princess pregnant once again, filled with life and radiating love and beauty like only pregnant women do, he felt a surge of pride. Pride in knowing that his mother would give birth to his babies, that his seed, not that of his father, made her swell. His thrusts deepened. "Mom, I'm coming! I'm knocking you up! I love it! I love it! I LOVE YOU!" "I love you, too! I love you inside me! Yes, give it all to me! Deeper, deeper! Fill my womb with your babies!" Mei squeezed her son closer as their orgasms wrecked them, his cum exploding deep inside her cunt, painting the walls of her fertile womb in white, lots of little tadpoles looking for her egg, and laying siege to it. Outnumbered three hundred millions to one, the poor egg could only surrender, and was fertilized in the blink of an eye, a new life created by the incestuous mating.

Sweaty and tired and utterly satisfied, the Goblin Princess pressed a small kiss on her son's equally sweaty forehead, a small smile dancing on her lips. "I love you, baby. Thanks for helping me." She laid there, her lover in her arms and slowly deflating inside her, both trying, and failing, to catch their breath. Five minutes later, she was just starting to get the feelings back in her legs, when her stomach growled loudly. "Mmh. I have another favour to ask you, Kor..." Her toothy grin was playful, as she stroked her belly, happy that it wouldn't be flat for long. Kor's response was eager "Yes, sure! Anything" "I want... Pickles. And chocolate ice cream." The young man smiled. Mei's pregnancy cravings were legendary, in the Goblin Household. He still remembered the panic three years before, when a certain goblin noble, her belly so hugely rounded with triplets she was barely able to move, kept asking for deep fried spaghetti. At three in the morning. "I'll be right back, Mom." "You are too kind" She kissed his cheek, stroking the other one. "I told you you'd be a great father".

Leaving her mother to relish her newly impregnated belly, Kor threw his clothes on and made his way to the kitchen, too giddy and absentminded to notice the small puddle of clean liquid just outside Mei's chambers, nor the door of his sister's room closing at the end of the hallway. 

It was on the following morning, during breakfast, that they got the letter, a small piece of parchment strapped to the leg of a fat pidgeon "Mei, my green-skinned beauty," it read "I'm sorry I wasn't able to attend the party for our latest daughter. I got stuck inside Slime Princess, and by the time I was able to free myself, it was already too late. I'll make it up to you as soon as I'm able to come back." Cold and hard as his armor, but then again, Ser Knight was famous for his outward cold appearance. She knew better. The second part of the letter was adressed to their son, as usual. "Kor, I don't know how long I will be guarding the Slime Princess..." There was a smudge of ink covering what looked souspiciously like 'and our children', but he went on "Until then, you'll have to cover for me. You are old enough to be called a man, I expect you to act accordingly." "And breed your mother every time she needs it." came the whisper from behind him, right next to his ear. Of course his mom was reading over his shoulder, and felt the need to add her own thoughts to the letter.

"Mom! Don't do that, it's really rude!" Still, he couldn't help the smile on his face, even as he looked at his sibilings, afraid someone could have heard them. Of course, he would warm the Princess' bed every time she needed it, and scramble her eggs too. Mei just kissed his cheek, before unloading a cartload of fresh pancakes on his plate. "Shush, you love it. Eat your breakfast and go put on your work clothes, I'll need your help in the garden." He nodded, before shoveling a forkful of delicious fluffines in his mouth. He was going to need the calories.

Just as he was about to leave the room to get changed, his twin sister piped up. "Kor, when you are done planting seeds with mom, could you come to my room? I need your help with something." "Uh... sure, no prob." That was new. His sister made it a point to never ask for anything, ever.

What could she possibly need from him?