AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Here it is! The finale for TMMM! Thank you all so much for your feedback and views and ratings, it's been a blast watching the numbers tick higher and higher. After lurking and reading on Literotica for a very long time, I decided that there weren't enough stories about the kind of stuff I liked, so I took a shot in the dark and wrote my own. Hopefully, the folks out there that like the same stuff I do will enjoy the heck out of my nonsense. Anyway, stay tuned for more stories eventually! I plan to explore different settings and ideas, writing the stuff that activates my lizard brain and putting it to print!
END OF AUTHOR'S NOTE
Freya, Autumn and Pixie must have made for an interesting sight as our little caravan meandered along the road. Some of the braver passersby politely inquired about the goblin servant and the few of them that lingered a bit too long were easily convinced to move on by a few of my growls coming from the nearby woods or fields. I did my best to stay off the road proper and prowled through the various bits of cover along the side of the path to avoid notice.
Two days went by with nothing of note happening, save for a traveler stumbling upon Pixie and I mid-coitus and mistaking me in the dark for a bear that was mauling a goblin. Evidently they had not been a brave soul and had taken off in panic when I fixed them with a steely glare. The evening of the second day was particularly interesting, however.
Our ragtag troop of miscreants had settled down for the night, erecting a large tent in a clearing off the side of the road. We had purchased it before leaving Autumn's hometown with some of the money she had made selling fertility potions. While the shelter it provided was certainly nice, its main attraction was that it was large enough for me to hide in and be with my precious harem when we rested at night.
Freya and I were discussing various plans involving the Prince's estate after a particularly enjoyable roll in the hay, when we heard someone outside approach and begin to converse with Autumn who was working with Pixie to prepare dinner for the night. Silently agreeing that eavesdropping the obvious thing to do, we sneaked over to the tent entrance and strained our ears to hear what was going on.
"Honestly, she's absolutely adorable! Reminds me a lot of my third daughter with her height." The stranger's voice was distinctly feminine and carried the grace and experience of a mature woman.
"Her name's Pixie!" We heard Autumn's cheery voice reply. "We caught her stealing a while back, but now she's part of the family. She's especially fond of her big daddy, aren't you Pixie?"
The goblin's voice piped up. "Yeah I love the heck outta him. Especially his big fat co-" Pixie was cut off suddenly and Autumn continued, her voice slightly frazzled.
"Okay, that's enough working on veggies for now! Why don't you run along and start on the washing Pixie? Sorry about that miss, you know how goblins are. Here, why don't you pull up a seat and have a bowl of soup? What's your name by the way?"
"Oh goodness me, where are my manners?" The new voice went on. "I'm Matilda, you can just call me Maddy, everyone else does. I was just on my way back to the hamlet from the capitol selling crops, you know how it is. Those tight-fisted old buzzards back home wouldn't part with a coin for food even if they were starving!" Matilda laughed then, her tone soft and lighthearted. "Usually one of my sons would have handled this, but my chicks have all gone and flown the coop and my husband croaked happily in his bed years back!"
"Oh! I'm sorry to hear that Matil- I mean, Maddy."
"Ah, it's alright dear. He lived a good life and gave me lots of beautiful children. I certainly do miss him though. This old mare's got plenty of life left in her and I'd love to have another set of little ones to care for and chase after. The hovel feels rather empty now with just me in it and no babies to feed or children to clean up after. Don't go telling anyone I said this now, but I did try to get one of the village lads to take a little tumble with me and he refused! Mumbled something about it being impious! Honestly, I appreciate the church's work like any good Meadower, but when the kindly mother hen next door asks for a nice young cock, you should give her one!" The two of them laughed quite raucously at that and continued on for a time, Freya and I hanging on every word and silently laughing or gesturing to each other when we wished to add commentary. Eventually Autumn cleared her throat and began to test the waters.
"You know," she began, "if you still really want children I know someone who could help."
"Really?" Matilda gasped, hope plainly evident in her voice. "I know I'm a few years older than pretty young things like you, but I like to think I still have a sort of matronly appeal. He wouldn't have to worry about anything at all if he decided to help me! I don't need him to come back to my village with me or send messages by courier or anything. Just a single night of good honest fun and I can provide a good home and a loving family for just a few more little darlings. Oh, I'd give anything to have children one last time!"
"Relax," Autumn soothed her, "after hearing your story, the man I know would rather be cursed than let you go unfulfilled. He certainly wouldn't ask anything of you either, simply helping you would be payment enough. I can take you to meet him, but you would have to promise one thing."
"Oh, anything! Anything at all!" Matilda cried.
"Don't scream." Autumn pleaded. "He's a very unique man and he might look very strange to you, but I promise that he has a good heart and would never harm you. He's been called a monster by many people and I've done my best to look after him ever since we met."
