The next morning, I was the first to awaken and I laid there for a short time, enjoying the feeling of Freya atop me and Autumn pressed closely against me. Taking stock of my situation, a primal sense of satisfaction overwhelmed me; I had claimed these females as mine and mated them thoroughly, forcing them to continue my genetic line. The beast in my soul seemed to sense my thoughts and teased my imagination with thoughts of potential ruler-ship, of breeding whole villages of peasant women and spreading my seed across the entire territory. Breaking my daydream, Autumn woke and sat up, stretching as one was wont to do after a good night's sleep and showing off her impressive bust in a way that demanded my attention.
She noticed my lecherous stare and grinned, then began to tease me by cupping her bosom in her hands and pressing them together.
"Like what you see you big bad perv? There's no way you haven't knocked me up by now so these puppies are just going to get bigger and bigger and eventually I can start feeding you in an especially fun way!"
Excited, I growled my approval for this depraved plan and in the process accidentally woke Freya, who groaned and lifted her head while she barely cracked her eyelids open to see what was going on. "Well, look who's up master Grimald!" Autumn crowed. "I bet Freya here hasn't had a proper night's sleep or a nice fat dick in a long time!" Freya slowly sat upright, my soft member still long enough to remain inside her as she rose, the motion making me whimper and groan with arousal. Slowly she stood, my phallus lewdly slipping out of her love canal along with some of the remains of our passion.
"It has indeed been some time." Freya stated in that matter-of-fact tone of hers. "Thank you for your gift sir Grimald. I have no doubt that soon you will be Price of Golden Meadow and I should hope I've made a good impression on you."
"Of course you have lady Freya." I replied, reveling in my restored language abilities. After so long, it felt good to speak properly, to finally communicate in something more than howls and snarls, though I had a feeling they would remain a useful part of my verbal arsenal. "I'd like to make you an offer in fact." She raised an eyebrow.
"I'm listening."
"Why not join me as Autumn has?" I gestured to Autumn, who waved happily at us from her place on the furs by the now burned-out fire. "You could be my adviser and Foreign Minister. You seemed remarkably well-learned on the affairs of the Northern Realms." She thought for a moment and came to a decision, resolve showing on her face.
"Give me a space to practice magic and raise our child and I will happily accept, my Prince."
"Done." I reached for her and surprised her, planting a deep kiss on her before letting her slip away.
"Yay!" Autumn exclaimed and leapt up, running to us and wrapping us both in a tight hug, her plump chest rubbing against us both. "We're a family now," she chattered, "so from now on out, take care of us and we'll take you of you lord Grimald."
"Of course I will." I harrumphed, drawing them both even closer and planting kisses on their foreheads. Freya broke the embrace shortly after and began to dress.
"I should get started on my journey to the current Prince's capitol. Give me two weeks and I will return to collect you. My suspicion is that Price Gretta will have only a few household troops guarding her. Like I said earlier, the many years of peace have made her an idle and complacent ruler and a sudden strike will catch her and the rest of the Realm totally unawares."
Freya finished dressing and took hold of her handcart. "I suppose this is goodbye, but only for a short time." A smile crept onto her face. "The fates favor us my Prince. You would not have met Autumn and myself otherwise." With that she left, the cave suddenly seeming quite empty in her absence. I turned to Autumn and took great handfuls of her buttocks and pulled her close.
"You know, I think I quite enjoyed having multiple concubines. Your idea of a harem might be quite a good one, my right hand." Autumn giggled at my touch and basked in my praise, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my chest.
"Of course it was a good idea, I came up with it! I knew I'd be good at this second-in-command stuff. I even helped you get a Foreign Minister and a fertile womb at the same time!" She stepped back and posed triumphantly and I laughed and chuckled at her little performance.
The day went on and we tended to various chores, working together on the herb garden and processing the game that I had hunted. We fell into a comfortable rhythm, work and chores in the day and then enthusiastic and vigorous mating in the evening. Autumn seemed to display an insatiable lust that rivaled my own and when I asked her about it she explained that she had always had a high sex drive, but it was compounded by her witchcraft.
I was no warlock and most of her explanation was lost on me, but something about the energy produced by our passion and pleasure helped power her magics. I was all to happy to help her build that energy and in just a few days she had produced a fair number of elixirs and potions to sell in town.
"Most of these are minor healing tonics," she explained, "good for curing small ailments and whatnot. A few of them though, are fertility potions! With the sheer potency and quantity of your seed, it's plenty easy to make droughts that enhance a woman's likelihood of conceiving. The peasants in my hometown are certainly church-addicts but I know at least a few of the women would be willing to buy these for a good price."
About one week after Freya's departure I escorted Autumn to town and she returned with a spring in her step. Upon my pointing this out, she explained that her potions had sold nicely and once we'd moved to the capitol we'd have a nice sum of money to add to our treasury.
Later that night however, I woke from my slumber and tensed up, sensing that something in the cavern was off. Someone or something was rummaging through Autumn's handcart, but I knew for a fact that she was passed out on the floor nearby with a womb full of my cum. Silently, I rose to my feet and began to creep forward, closing as much distance as I could. Autumn woke up then and yawned before calling me.
"Grimald? Come back to bed and... Grimald, who is that!" The figure snapped its head around and saw me approaching, then bolted for the exit, abandoning whatever it had been trying to free from the cart. The beast in my soul surged forth and I loosed a bestial howl as I took off into the night, instinct forcing me to give chase, the animal inside me convinced that this was either a danger to eliminate or a female to breed.
My prey headed for the woods and did its best to weave through the trees and underbrush in an attempt to throw me off, but my blood was up now and I slowly gained on them, my long legs and arms propelling me along at a breakneck speed. The mystery visitor hit a patch of muddy ground and slipped, losing hardly more than a fraction of a second, but it was all I needed.
Roaring, I leapt forward and bowled them over, sending us rolling through the mud before coming to a stop. I caught a glimpse of what I was chasing now, it was a hooded figure in dark clothing with cloth wrapped around their mouth and nose to hide their face. Before I could get a better look, they pulled a dagger from their boot and brought it down on my left arm, the downward force focused at a sharp point enough to punch through my hardened skin. Pain and anger flashed in my mind as I roared with fury, the cursed beast in my core screaming at me to fight, to kill the threat in my territory.
I was barely thinking now, filled as I was with adrenaline and primal instinct. With my uninjured arm I tore the dagger from my wound and threw it off into the woods, then delivered a fearsome punch to the gut of my opponent. The cry of pain that came forth sounded distinctly female and sensing an opportunity, I took hold of their neck and squeezed, then brought my face close to theirs and snarled the most blood-curdling growl I could muster.
They froze and stopped kicking and thrashing and I eased my grip on their neck, just enough to let them breathe, but tight enough to let them know I was in control of the encounter now. Though injured, my left arm was still functional and the pain had been chased away by my excitement and anticipation. I used my claw-like nails and shredded my prisoner's clothing, tearing it away and tossing it haphazardly into the nearby bushes and mud.
Quickly, a short but well-proportioned and obviously female body was revealed, though its green hue is what really gave things away. I had caught a goblin. They were fairly uncommon here in the north, preferring to stay in the warm sand of the southern kingdoms but it was not unheard of for northerners to find pesky green thieves breaking into their larders at night.
Excitement still coursed through me and I could begin to sense it now that her clothing was removed, she was fertile! My inner beast howled with glee at my conquest and I could not help but join in, the adrenaline of the hunt, the thrill of victory and the scent of an available woman driving me practically mad.
