Goblin Wives Arden Valley Pt 01

Goblin Wives -- Arden Valley Pt 1

© JAKwriter aka writerJAK -- December 2023

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Fucking cocksucker! Where is that gods damned asshole!

Yeah...I'm Jak: Jak from Arden, Jak from Arden Valley, Jak from Greystone, Jak from...well, you get the idea. I'm a Hedge Wizard from the scenic village of Arden, in the Arden Valley, in the foothills of the Greystone Mountains. We're a bunch of hicks on the outskirts of civilization. Last town on the western edge of all the great empires that are and used to be, at least that's what all the visitors tell us.

So, what am I ranting and raving about? Well, that cock sucking 19 year old asshole Chadwick, don't call me Chad, son of the Harlan, the self-proclaimed leader of our little burg, has gotten himself lost. So, Mommy and Daddy have me out looking for him. It's only late fall and the first major winter storm is only a few days out. How do I know? 'Cause I'm a Hedge Wizard! Besides, anyone with half a brain can feel the weather changing for the worse.

What's a Hedge Wizard? It's the male version of a Hedge Witch. Still confused? OK, it means I never went to any of those fancy schools, academies, colleges, monasteries, and what not where you have instructors who spend decades teaching all the wonderful ins and outs of magic. Hedge Wizards, and Witches, are self-taught. Sometimes we're lucky enough to have a grimoire or two handed down over the generations. I'm luckier than most, since a mage fleeing the destruction of the Daylen left most of his library in his manor, the ruins of which are part of the current village of Arden. A past Hedge Wizard or Witch found them and kept them safe, passed down for 600 or so years.

One other tidbit about Hedge Wizards, and Witches, is that we aren't like the pansy assed mages from the finer parts of the world. Unlike them, we don't need a dozen or more guards to keep us safe any time we walk out the door. When we leave our homes, we kick ass and take names. No assistance is necessary.

THAT is why I'm walking out of Arden all by my lonesome. Well, not completely alone. I sent my familiar off ahead to scout around for Chad. My familiar is a Raven, a big assed Raven, name Biscuit. Why Biscuit? 'Cause we bonded just after she stole a biscuit out of my hand when I was still a lad of eight years, some 45 years ago, when I was learning magic from Hedge Witch Greybel.

The raven stole the biscuit. I chased after her. She dropped it. I caught up. As she grabbed the biscuit, I looked her in the eye. Next thing you know, she's talking to me in my head. Greybel explained I now had a familiar. Overall, a good thing, but Biscuit is really bossy, almost like a wife. Sometimes I wonder if she really thinks she IS my wife.

Anyhow, I keep rambling. I really want to be home preparing for the storm. But that's why Harlan and Lianne, his wife, are paying me five silvers to find him. They want him home before the storm hits.

Five silvers may not seem like much, but it's enough to feed a family of six or seven for a couple of years. Confused? There's a 1000 silver in a gold, and 1000 coppers in a silver. Coppers are divided into halves, quarters, and tenths. Tenths are known as bits. Still confused? A quarter copper will buy a mug of beer in Arden's only tavern, a full copper if you aren't a local, and two or three if you are one of the stuck up prig adventurer types. So, five silvers are worth about 20,000 mugs of beer. Think about it for a minute...you're close....20,000 mugs of beer or the equivalent. That's a fucking LOT of money.

Arden mostly relies on barter, so Harlan offered money for two reasons. First, he doesn't have anything to trade with me and doesn't have anything I want. Lianne definitely has something to trade but I want nothing to do with the fucking bitch. The second reason was that he has money, silver, and some gold, and is pretty worried about his son.

Chad went out hunting. Wanted to find a 12-point buck before they started shedding their racks. The problem is the bucks started shedding their racks a month ago and it's pretty damned unlikely that any still have theirs. Didn't stop him though. Left three days ago and refused to take anyone with him. Big problem is Chad is the closest thing we have in Arden for a pansy assed man or woman. He gets in trouble even in town and definitely is NOT a hunter. Gods forbid what might happen to him in the "wilds" around the village. So, he snuck out one morning before dawn and hasn't been seen since.

So, we're back to where we started, just a bit farther out of town. Overall, the day was pretty nice. Probably the last nice day of the year. The sky is clear. The air is warmish. Definitely won't last, but nice for now.

Off to the west, are the Greystone Mountains. On the flank of one of the larger mountains is a black tower, standing out against the lighter stone around it. According to scholars who have visited it, the tower is 1000 feet tall, give or take a few feet, and 100 feet in diameter. The eggheads that have passed through Arden believe it was built a few thousand years ago by some wizard named Greystone. So, the mountains, and tower, are apparently named for him. Us hick locals have lots of pet names for it: Cock/Dick/Dildo/Finger/Middle Finger/etc.... In the winter, when the weather clears, the tower peak is usually covered in snow. Again, us hicks have a few other ideas what that white stuff might be.

Currently I'm on the ancient road through the valley that, eventually, leads to Greystone's tower. Checking in with Biscuit, looks like it's time to head off cross country into the Daylen Hills. We're triangulating, surprised we know a big word like that, on Chad's location. I've got one bearing and Biscuit has the other. Magic tracking is more of an art, so exact direction and distance are fuzzier the farther away you are. Best guess is he's at least five miles away, maybe six or so, putting him somewhere in the Arden Forest, just past the last of the Daylen hills and in the foothills of the Greystones.

The Daylen Hills are named for a guy named Daylen that built a fort, later a fortified manor/castle, one valley to the north of Arden. Someone attacked the place 600 years ago and it's been in ruins since. Scholarly and adventuring types have been passing through Arlen for centuries, off to the ruins to study and loot the remains.

Nothing of any value has been found in the Daylen ruins for twenty years. The hills and ruins are better used by us as grazing for our sheep. The payoff in wool and meat is more reliable and useful. But we still visit the ruins every spring before any outsiders show up. The last thing of any real value was found by Harlan twenty years ago, a gold ring. He thinks it's magical, but it's only a gold ring. Its "magic" is that just from metal content, it's worth 20 gold pieces. That's 80 million mugs of beer! It's amazing what things you can do when people think you are rich. It got him sheep, some trade deals, and his wife, Lianne, who is the youngest of six daughters of a trader who lives about two days travel from Arden. Best of all, in his view, he never had to sell or trade away his "magic" ring.

All this rambling has passed the time. I've entered Arlen Forest and between Biscuit and I, looks like Chad is a mile or two away. She's homing in and hopefully will report back soon. Meanwhile, I'm slogging through the underbrush, trying to follow game trails heading in the direction of Chad. It's slow going mostly because the trails weave through the forest. There's no straight or mostly straight line to take, like I could in the valley or the hills.

It's just past midday and I'm taking a break. Maybe a half mile to go. Maybe a bit less. Time to get a drink and eat. Hopefully, he's OK. Really don't want to have to heal him up enough to get home. Sure, don't want to haul his ass home either. Sniffing the air, yeah, that storm isn't going to hold off. Probably will start snowing by this time tomorrow. Chad better be OK and better be able to hoof it home ASAP.

Break done and Biscuit starts telling me to go back home. Forget Chad, just go home. Give back to Harlan the five silver pieces I hadn't actually gotten yet. Of course, the bird can't tell me WHY! I keep asking and it keeps telling me to turn around. One of those old books the Daylen mage left behind says a typical human uses about 10% of their brain. A mage uses about 15% and a familiar uses around 10%. So, a mage uses more brain power than normal due to having to sling magic. The familiar is using as much as a normal person. So why can't the fucking gods damned bird tell me WHY I should turn around?

Yeah, I know, trust your familiar. But you don't know Biscuit. Trust her with my life, but at least half the time, her definition of something bad happening is way overstated. And the other half, she's close, but rarely outside my definition. Remember, we're at the edge of civilization. No one is farther west than we are. That means all kinds of nasties are running amok and that's part of my JOB as a Hedge Wizard. Remember, kick ass, and take names.

Biscuit wasn't being helpful, so I started down a trail that looked like it would get me to Chad's location. Half an hour later, maybe a bit more, I came upon a clearing in the forest. There was Chad. There was Chad with SIX female goblins. Four were sprawled on the ground with a happy look on their faces, legs spread, and Chad's spooge leaking out of their cunts. Chad was plowing another one doggie. Her face was all tensed up, holding back her cum, waiting for Chad's. The sixth was jilling herself, keeping her pussy nice and wet for Chad for after he finished with number five.

They were typical goblins: green skin, between 5' and 5' 6", obviously female, red hair, dark purple/dark red lips, yellow irises, etc... Two of them had their cunts completely shaved, with one having small tits and the other medium. Two had trimmed but full bushes, both with larger tits. The one being fucked appeared to have a landing strip and a large rack that was bouncing back and forth as Chad kept pounding into her. She was definitely not shaved and definitely didn't have a full bush, but I wasn't exactly sure how furry she was. The one jilling herself had medium sized tits and a trimmed triangle of hair aimed at her clit and slit that she was very aggressively working with her fingers.

"Hey Chad, I see your OK. Your Mom and Dad want you home for dinner tonight."

"Uh....uh...yeah...as soon as I'm done here."

"Finish up and get moving. A storm is coming in tonight."

"Uh...uh...uh...uh...yeah. YEAH!!!!!!'

There went number five. She slid off Chad's cock and sat next to the other four, looking about the same too. I could now confirm she had an inch wide by two inch long landing strip that was narrower at her spooge filled pussy. Meanwhile number six grabbed Chad, threw him on the ground and mounted him. Pounding her pussy on his cock. She was taking no prisoners, she wanted his cum and was going to get it, one way or another.

"Chad, I'm heading back. I'll let your folks know you are OK. Get moving once she's done with you."

"Uh...OK...but it's going to take a while...she's number six."

"I know, just get moving within the hour."

With that, I turned and almost ran into goblin number seven. Unlike the others, she didn't seem overly interested in Chad. Being a smart guy like I am, it was easy to tell. She was taller than the others, around 5' 8" or 5' 9", which is abouts as tall as they ever get. Breasts and other features were hidden or obscured by her garb, as she was still dressed in leather armor. Long red hair bound with a simple set of ties. She looked attentive, but bored, kinda like she was a guard or something. She did NOT smell like wet goblin pussy. Lastly, she was holding a wicked looking spear in one hand, had her hand on the hilt a big knife/small sword, and had a pack, bow, and quiver on her back.

I waved to her and left the glade, heading for home. I knew Chad would be fine. He's got SIX goblin wives now, maybe seven if the last one stays with him. They'll keep him safe, particularly since he just got them pregnant. Goblin wives are VERY protective of their husband/baby daddy. They are also incredibly fertile when they find themselves a husband. Harlan and Lianne are going to have a fit. Six pregnant goblin daughters-in-law. Can't wait to see how they react.

Goblins are a weird bunch. All female, no males. Rumor, myth, legend, and tavern tales all agree on one thing. Goblins, specifically male Goblins, must have pissed off some really powerful god, demi-god, spirit, or Archimage a real long time ago. Beyond that, every story has a different reason for the loss of male Goblins.

Well, you'd think that would end ALL Goblins, right? No male Goblins so no baby Goblins! Nope! Apparently, someone/thing, like the one that destroyed the males, took?pity? on the females. They can breed with any male, but due to physiology, prejudice, racial preference, and personal preference, human males are it over 99% of the time. Elves generally and dwarves always have issues with goblins. Trolls and other giant races are just too big, although any particular female goblin could be a size queen. Gnomes and other "small folk" are too, well, small. Others like centaurs and beast men are just not their thing, though I'm sure a few goblins have satisfied a kink or two with them.

I noticed Biscuit was very, very, very quiet, so I mentally called out. She responded with an "I told you so" and projected an image of me and the Goblin behind me.

SHIT!

Looking behind me, yep, there's number seven. Trailing me by thirty, maybe thirty-five feet. I turn around and ignore her. No encouragement. Unlike Chad, I'm not some weak willed man. I'm a Hedge Wizard!

Now that I knew she was behind me and following, I couldn't completely get her out of my mind. Not for any reason other than she's following me, and I don't like that. Nothing I can really do about it. I could blast her with magic, attack her with my staff, or otherwise tell her to get lost. The first two I can't do because she's not threatening me and that's the kinda guy I am. Not a threat, I'll leave you be. You learn that in the wilds. There's lots of things you can easily avoid without a fight, so you avoid them. If you fight, no one is going to have a good day. Last one, asking her to get lost, would most likely be ignored, completely and totally. The quick glimpse in the clearing, and using my wizardly talents, indicated she was more intelligent, competent, and "in control" than her companions. Thus, unlikely to leave me be. I suspected she was the one Biscuit was warning me about.

Leaving the Arden Forest behind, I started to cross the Daylen Hills. In the spring and summer, the hills would be covered with grass and our flocks of sheep would be grazing. With Fall in full swing and snow about to hit, the sheep were pulled in closer to Arden, as were the other livestock. Now the hills were empty, waiting for their first blanket of snow. Once that happened, they would remain covered until late Winter/early Spring.

Temps were starting to cool down and the wind was picking up. I was starting to feel the cold, particularly since the humidity level was rising in association with the coming storm. A touch of magic activated runes in my clothing. One to block the wind and a second to provide improved insulation. I was staying mostly warm just by walking, thus I didn't need to activate the heat rune. Comfy, I stopped to look back. Goblin seven was about ten feet away and appeared unaffected by the changing weather. Looking at the tree line of the Arden Forest, I could just make out Chad and his six goblin wives leaving the forest and entering the Daylen Hills.

I was a bit worried about Biscuit. She was still being a lot quieter than normal. Thinking of her, got a response. She was pissed off I didn't listen to her. More pissed off since she said I now had a Goblin Wife. My response was I hadn't agreed, so she wasn't. Biscuit told me to just shut up because I didn't know what I was talking about and that she wasn't going to talk to me again until we got home, and I acknowledged she was right.

Why couldn't I have had a MALE familiar? Biscuit keeps sounding like SHE'S my wife. Oh well.... Keep walking, eventually I'll be home and hopefully my WONDERFUL day will be over.

While walking through the Daylen Hills, every once in a while, I looked back. Every time, Goblin seven was walking closer and closer to me. About half the time I could see Chad and his entourage. I estimated I'd be out of the hills in fifteen minutes or so and home in Arden by late afternoon. Chad should show up an hour to an hour and a half later, close to sunset.

Atop the last of the Daylen Hills, I overlooked the Arden Valley. Fields of wheat, corn, barley, oats, and millet had been harvested. Hay had been cut, racked, and taken into barns. Sheep were clustered close to town. Horses and cows were in their paddocks. Goats were grazing just about anything they could find on the fringes of the village.

I detoured over to the road from Greystone Tower. The path was a bit longer but would be faster than crossing the empty fields. It would also take me straight into town and to the house of Harlan and Lianne.

At this point Goblin seven started walking beside me. I looked at her. She looked at me. Neither of us said anything. So, we walked down the road in silence. Me thinking about what to say to Harlan and Lianne, wondering what to do with the Goblin next to me, and thinking general things related to preparing for the storm and various duties I had around town that DIDN'T and WOULDN'T get done today because I had to find Chad, and the cocksucker was missing because he was fucking six goblins and knocking them up.

As we walked, one thing on my mind was I couldn't keep ignoring her and I couldn't keep thinking of her as "Goblin seven".

Turning to her, I introduced myself, "Hello, I'm Jak. I'm the Hedge Wizard of the village of Arden."

She looked at me and didn't say a word. Was she mute? She didn't seem shy. Maybe she doesn't know our language? But given how her compatriots were getting along with Chad, I assumed they had some level of common communication. I decided I would call her Kaylin, at least until she told me her real name.

Well, I did what I could for the moment. If she's not going to respond, then I guess we'll walk in silence.

It was as expected, midafternoon, when we arrived in scenic Arden. Everyone was out doing last minute preparation for the coming storm. As we approached, you could feel the looks and hear the whispers. They only built up in intensity as we approached the home of Harlan and Lianne. A goblin coming to town is a big deal and a source of gossip. The other six that weren't here yet would be an even bigger deal and a bigger topic of gossip.

As I walked through their gate and approached their porch, Harlan and Lianne came out with Deanne, their sixteen year old daughter and Chad's sister. I could see the displeasure in their eyes. Bringing a goblin to their home, even if it's just in their courtyard. Boy are Mommy and Daddy going to be surprised!

"Where's my son!" Harlan demanded.

I replied with as straight a face as I could, "Congratulations Lianne, Harlan, you're going to be grandparents." No, I didn't really say that, well I did, but later.

"Lianne, Harlan, Chadwick is fine. He should be here in about an hour."

Lianne stridently responded while Harlan glared at me, "Why isn't he with you? You were supposed to bring him back!"