Goblin Wives - North Pole

Goblin Wives -- North Pole Part 7

© JAKwriter aka writerJAK -- January 2024

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"We are here to escort you to the Queen."

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I wasn't getting a good vibe. Maybe it was the link with my wives. Regardless, I didn't want to go, but knew I really didn't have a choice. And it didn't look like we were given much time to get packed and be ready to go.

My wives and Lotte's sisters and nieces all scrambled. Food set out for dinner was being picked up and put away. Lotte's relatives were mainly doing that since they were already packed. The others needed to change and pack, leaving me all alone with one of the Queen's something or another. Wasn't clear if they were guards, military, or just courtiers all dolled up to meet "The Donor".

She looked at me again in a way that made me think I was going to be her lunch. She was already starting to undress and close the door to the room when both Lyn and Lee burst in. Damn that link with them worked good. Must have gotten the message I was trying to send.

"JAK, we need you to help us," Lee said. Then both of them grabbed an arm and hauled me away from the half dressed goblin. She didn't look too perturbed and was starting to get put back together as we left.

For the next twenty minutes or so, everyone was getting everything in order for our departure.

Lyn, Lee, Cora, Andrea, and Naomi had ditched the sexy sleepwear for more practical attire. Lyn and Lee were in sexy dresses, wearing six inch platform wedges, and their hair in a fancy braid. Lyn was wearing red and Lee, electric blue. The triplets were wearing identical outfits with NO differences I could see: a white scoop neck top, black knee length skirt, and black thigh high boots with five inch heels. Lotte also changed from her work outfit into a herringbone dress suit and black slingbacks with a three inch heel.

All six had suitcases, with Lyn's being the same one she packed at Santa's Workshop. She gave me a big grin in response to my obvious question. I'm certain it's the equivalent of a Bag of Holding, question is how much crap did she put in it?

Everything got piled by the entry door along with what the visiting relatives had brought. Lyn kept hers with her, which wasn't a surprise. Naturally the guards, as I had decided to refer to them, continued to watch everything, with at least one always looking at me. This led to the obvious question and my response.

"Why aren't you dressed? Why have you packed?

"Uh...because what I'm wearing is all I have."

That caused a new bit of scrambling, this time by the guards. Three of them got on the phone, radio, or whatever they were talking into very softly, but with great animation. The other three watched us like hawks, as everything seemed to grind to a halt.

The call ended and one I suspected was the leader of the group stepped forward. "We're leaving now!"

With that, we were all rounded up and hustled out the door. I didn't get a chance to look around as we loaded into a bus with blacked out windows. Lyn and Lee were my escorts, each hanging onto an arm, along with three of the six guards. Once I stepped into the bus, one escort got on and the other two peeled off to herd the rest of the family onboard.

Inside, the driver was clearly a goblin male. He looked to be about thousand years old with grey hair, a craggy face, and eyes that seem to have seen the depths of Hell. Looking at me, he made a quick gesture with his finger across his neck. None of the guards saw him, but as I passed and headed for a seat, I thought I could see pity in his eyes.

Surprisingly, the inside was more like an RV than a bus, so I grabbed the smaller sofa. Lyn and Lee promptly claimed the spots next to me, with Lyn's suitcase on her lap. Cora, Andrea, and Naomi took stations on the sofa across from me. Lotte and her kin grabbed what seats they could, and the guards took station: two in the front; two in the back; and two in the middle, standing next to Lyn and Cora, one on each side of the bus.

With a jerk and a stop then another jerk, the bus finally got going. Windows were blacked out or just very darkly tinted and there wasn't much light outside. Either way, there was nothing to see. So, for the next two to two and a half hours, we sat and talked about innocuous things. Me, I took a power nap for about half an hour and stayed mostly quiet during the trip. Whenever I looked around, the guards were largely focused on me and I definitely wasn't getting a good vibe. My connection with my wives didn't help matters. They were as nervous as kittens. Lotte was the calmest, but not by much.

Eventually we got to where we were going. The bus stopped, the front door opened, and another six female goblin guards got onboard. If I was reading body language right, the one with the least fruit salad appeared to be the new boss guard. Once they got situated, with boss guard standing next to Lee and her adjutant displacing the guard next to Lyn, the bus got moving again.

This time, it was a short trip. The bus stopped, the doors opened, and the guards stood to attention. Getting on board was one mean looking bitch goblin lady. It was clear SHE was in charge. One look around and she turned and walked off the bus. The other guards hustled us off, ensuring I got off first, with Lyn and Lee forcing their way to my side. Boss bitch didn't like that and was going to say something. I gave her a hard look. She returned it, then nodded.

A couple of squads of female goblin guards were standing there. Boss bitch looked at them and they scuttled, forming an escort as we walked into what I suspected was part of the Queen's Palace. Everyone inside got hustled out of the way as we were forced marched down hallways, up stairs, down more hallways, through doors. Gads, how big is this fucking place. Anyhow, we finally got to a fancy set of doors. Guards were stationed outside and opened the doors for us. The escort paused outside as we were motioned to enter.

Inside was large and very tastefully decorated room with doors leading off to other areas. Waiting for us, was a female goblin with three male goblins with a plethora of tailoring items stationed around them. Why did I think they were there for me?

Bitch boss talked to Lotte as the rest of the girls investigated the new digs. Male porters carried in the bags, except for the one Lyn had carried, refusing to relinquish it to them. Meanwhile the goblin lady and her male attendants tried to corner me. Lyn and Lee ran interference until the boss bitch was done talking to Lotte and the guards left the room.

Lotte talked to the goblin lady for a moment, then motioned me over. Lyn and Lee were still staying close.

"JAK, Arlene is the tailor that will make your new clothes for the audience tomorrow and for other functions here at the palace. They'll be taking measurements and seeing which of the cloth samples work best."

I nodded my acceptance, and the dance began. Arlene wanted me to look like a fucking poof. I put my foot down hard. She was amazed a MALE would talk to her like that AND would speak back. While that debate was going on, the male goblins were measuring everything. Eventually they needed the robe out of the way, so I took it off. The males kept taking their measurements. Not sure why getting multiple measurements of my crotch was important, but since they were business like and weren't feeling me up, I went with the flow.

Arlene was more than a bit shocked. A naked human, a viable source of sperm, was just a couple of feet away. I could see her eyes start to glaze over. I could feel Lyn and Lee mentally shooting daggers at her. Lotte gave Arlene a nudge, breaking whatever trance she was going into. That didn't remove the longing in her eyes.

With the measurements done, I put my robe back on. The males hauled out swaths of cloth and were yammering about this and that. I forced the color combinations into something I was comfortable with. This was not taken well, but eventually I got my whites, greys, blues, and blacks. Better yet, I got rid of all the foo foo shit they wanted to hang on everything. By the time they were done, I should have three basic suits; a grey, a navy blue, and a black; half a dozen shirts in white, cream, and french blue. Thank God they didn't know about ties. One the males also measured my feet, and I could expect two or three pairs of black shoes with accompanying black socks. Everything should be ready by morning. The crew would be back and make any adjustments to the clothes. The shoes, hopefully, would fit. Then we'd be off for the audience with the Queen and later either a lunch or dinner with her.

Arlene and her attendants grabbed their stuff and left. The guards at the door diligently ensuring none of US left with them. It was clear we were part honored guest and part prisoner. I very much doubted we were at risk right now. This was confirmed when Lotte called Lyn and Lee over. A few moments later, she waved to me to come over.

"OK, it's mostly safe to talk freely. We need to stay close to Lyn and Lee. They can suppress the surveillance the Queen has on this suite."

As she talked, the others gathered around. Continuing, Lotte apologized to me. "JAK, I know this isn't what you want. We could see it back at my home. But this is very important. You need to make my sisters and my nieces your wives. You need to do this tonight."

Lotte could see the question I was about to ask, holding up a hand to stop me, then continued. "The Queen is up to something. You are the target. The more wives you have, the better we can protect you. The audience will be restricted to you and your wives. That means anyone you haven't fucked and knocked up will have to stay in the room. The more wives you have, the safer and more options you'll have. She's going to show the same reticence to acknowledging you as Arlene did. Arlene is a craftsperson. The Queen is the Queen."

Lotte gave me time to consider her words and assess our condition. I didn't like it. I didn't like either option. Six wives were more than enough. But I could see Lotte's point. I had a good mental link with Lee and Lyn even if I wasn't focusing and a general sense with the others. If I did focus, I could get a better link with Lotte, Cora, Andrea, and Naomi. Not a great link, but they were there. And I do remember the whammy they threw at me back at Lotte's, so it goes both ways.

It was close to Midnight, and I had to make a call. Fucking nine goblin women, no matter how they supercharge my sperm factory, was likely to take most of the night. I nodded to Lotte, accepting the inevitable. My distrust of a Queen that just HAD to see us right away overrode my other reservations.

I wish I could say it was a night of passion, but I had to get through nine women. Worse, four of the six nieces were three hole virgins, adding eight more holes I had to fill with cum. The benefit was that Allie, Dani, Ellie, and Miriam would presumable be supercharged like Lyn and Lee.

Everything was done assembly line. Nine vaginas filled with cum and verified pregnancies. Eight of the nine were expecting twins, with Mary pregnant with quads. Next were four blow jobs. Each of the girls went at it with gusto and were quick to get my cum into their bellies. I noticed their red hair glowed lightly once they swallowed my load and my link with them was stronger. Lastly, we got in the shower and all my wives worked to keep me hard enough to ream four rosebuds and depot my final loads. Like Lyn and Lee; Allie's, Dani's, Ellie's, and Miriam's hair flared in brightness. As each had their turn, I felt them join Lyn and Lee in the stronger mental connection we shared. The four were very happy to join the ranks of JAK's Three Hole Slut Club. I got more than a few hot kisses once their status was confirmed.

I was bushed. Best guess it was pushing four-thirty. Arlene and her crew would be back around seven, so we cleaned up and crashed. Not sure who I slept with, but there were at least five of them in bed with me.

It seemed like my head had just hit the pillow when there were bangs, thumps, and other noises coming from the main room in the suite. We all got up, I threw on my robe yet again, wondering how bad it smelled since I had been wearing it for at least a couple of days. My time sense was bit off, but not for long. I got six messages from Lyn and the other five that it was December 28th. Seemed like there was an extra day tacked on, but I was reminded of time zone differences, date lines, etc... Didn't know they had that here, but I guess they do.

Entering the main room, the noise wasn't just from Arlene and her crew, but from a dozen male caterers overseen by a pair of stern female goblins. Tables were set up, food laid, and all the accoutrements to support a lavish breakfast were assembled. Then the caterers left, leaving only my fourteen wives and Arlene with her now five male goblins.

Lotte kept me from moving to the food, handing me off to Arlene. I gave her a dirty look, before submitting to the tailors' attention. It was easy to see why five males were here. Everything needed a nip or a tuck, some type of tweak to make everything fit well, so I was comfortable, and meet Arlene's approval. She was still miffed with my color and style choices, but overall seemed happy with the results.

The shoes fit fine, only needing a slight adjustment to the heel and a final shine. They were taken away, along with the clothes to finish the adjustments, iron, press, and/or shine. It was pushing eight and they said they'd be back in an hour.

As they left, one of the Palace stuffed shirts showed up. Another bitch full of her own importance. We were informed the Queen would see us at 10:30, so we would be picked up at 9:45 and escorted to the audience chamber. Apparently, we'd get to stand around until she showed up. The 10:30 appointment sounded soft, and I wouldn't be surprised if the Queen was delayed "due to reasons of state".

With the functionary gone, I again moved towards the food, only to be stopped by all fourteen of my wives. Lotte gave her head a shake before the she and the others piled food on their plates, clinked the glasses and silverware, and not eating a thing. Each took a trip to one of the bathrooms holding full plates then returning with empty. They all did this twice before Lyn pulled out her bag of tricks, opened it, and pulled out a large cooler with the food from home.

Everybody ate some, Lyn and Lee making sure I ate more than my share. Then she pulled out a couple of carafes and poured tea for everyone. Once we finished that, she pulled out a small box. Opening it, she handed out rings to each of my wives and one to me, then put everything away, closing her suitcase.

I moved forward and slipped a ring onto each of their left hand ring fingers, then Lyn slipped mine onto my ring finger. Hugs, kisses, and tears of happiness would have continued for hours if not for the knock on the door announcing the return of Arlene.

Blazing in as though riding a comet, Arlene fussed as her now eight assistants made sure every piece of clothing was perfect, before moving onto the next. Each was properly pressed and hung. I opted for the black suit with the cream shirt. Minute adjustments and she was happy, the suit carefully brushed. Underwear and sleepwear were also provided, along with a nice luggage set to pack it all in. Everything felt great, even the shoes. I never had tailored clothes before and was appreciating the difference compared to off the rack.

While my drama was going on, each of my fourteen wives rotated through the bedroom and bathrooms. As one came out, another went in. At no time were there less than six with me, three of them being one of my three hole girls. By the time Arlene was done and I was ready to go, each of my wives had done a wonder. Each was wearing amazing slinky, sexy, form fitting dresses. Each with matching shoes and a matching clutch. If I wasn't still tired from too much fucking, not enough sleep, and having an appointment with the Queen, I'd be taking them for dinner and dancing, followed by another night of fucking. Damn, they were HOT!

Everyone was ready just in time. I had just finished admiring Lotte's sisters. They were particularly well dressed and oozing sex. Could those slits be cut any higher and I couldn't tell if they were wearing panties. I know none of my wives were wearing bras, the dresses providing the minimal support required to keep their boobs under control. Anyhow, the bitch functionary showed up and we were all moved towards the audience chamber, again with a couple of dozen female guard escorts.

As expected, we were early, very early. It wasn't even ten o'clock when we arrived. We were escorted in and between our guards and the ones already in the room, I estimated there were 80-100 in total. Up by the dais and throne stood the boss bitch that met us at the Palace last night. She didn't look any happier today than last night. Other than the fifteen of us and the guards, there was no one else in the room. There was also nowhere to sit.

My ladies wanted to just huddle in the middle of the chamber. Me, I wanted to look around, so I did, so my entourage followed. I'm sure it was against some rule, given the looks the guards sent my way, but fuck them. The stonework and woodwork were interesting. Lots of details, showing top notch artistry and fine craftsmanship. All the banners had a story to tell, each noting some event in Goblin History and presumably the Royal Family. Boss bitch got cranky when I got too close to the dais, so I backed off. The floor was interesting. I couldn't tell what the material was. It was all one piece, but seemed to have different colors and designs manifest as you walked around the room.

All my wanderings and musings burned up well over an hour. Still no Queen, just like I expected. The guards were still guarding, and the boss bitch still looked pissed off. We moved back to the center of the room and huddled like my girls wanted to earlier. Each was talking softly, and I didn't catch anything they were saying. My six three hole sluts were clustered around me, with Allie and Miriam up front, Lyn and Lee by my side, and Dani and Ellie behind me. Each was standing close. In the case of Lyn and Lee, they were each holding an arm.

Another ten or fifteen minutes passed before there was a great fanfare. Based on the announcements, first there were a couple of high functionaries, the Royal Doctor and the Chamberlain. Next was the Crown Princess, Charlene, and her half dozen support staff/hangers on. After her were the Royal Consorts Denise and Francine, again with each having half a dozen toadies. Lastly, Queen Bitch Isadora showed up with a dozen tough looking guards. It appears it was finally time to get this show on the road.

A slew of puffery was said. I pretty much tuned out until Lotte was called forward. More fake words as the Queen praised her, yada yada yada. I wasn't surprised that nothing was directed at me. Lotte gamely responded to the Queen. The Royal Doctor was very interested in what Lotte was saying about how vigorous my sperm was and how that led to the amazing fertility treatment outcomes at her clinic.

This went on for a bit. Suddenly, the Queen made an announcement. It was more than a bit long winded, but boiled down to the Donor, me, going off with the Royal Doctor where I would be hooked up to a "milking machine" to harvest my sperm. I was to become the key ingredient in a Royal monopoly on sperm, with the Queen and her advisors deciding who would get it. Unsaid, was at what price.