Unconditional Acceptance
I watched Bethia, my goblin slave, as she puttered around the house. She was humming a snatch of a tune under her breath as she worked. It was harder for her to move these days. Her body had changed so much since we discovered I had impregnated her by accident one night about eight months ago. Her breasts and hips had grown huge with the pregnancy. Her gravid belly made her once agile bouncy gait a waddle and she had to be more careful moving around my wizard tower. Her pale green skin glowed with a slight golden undertone. Her long hair was thicker and glossier. She glistened slightly. I noticed that she looked more beautiful than when I bought her from the adventuring party three years ago.
As I watched her work out of the corner of my eye she started to dance while she stood in place. A little bouncing dance that caused her breasts to jiggle. Her hips jerked from side to side and her shoulders swayed in counterpoint while her head bopped up and down. The hum had turned into a quiet song that she sang in her high soprano. She was happy. I immensely enjoyed the sight of her body as she moved. I felt my cock thickening in my trousers. She caught me watching and blushed, turning her face away slightly.
"Master. Don't watch me like that." She complained to me. "It's... embarrassing."
"Like what," I asked.
"Like... you want something." She said quietly. She looked away shyly.
"What might I want?" I asked.
"You know..." she prevaricated. "It."
I stood up from my little work desk by the open window in the corner of my small tower and closed the grimoire I was annotating after marking the page. I stretched my arms high over my head and heard a crack in my back. I had been sitting too long in one place. I needed to get up and move around. Do something else for a while. I knew one activity that would help with that.
"Bethia, come over here." She froze for just a moment before looking at me over her shoulder.
"... would my master please tell me why..." She responded hesitantly. She eyed me from the side, the work she had been doing frozen in midfold.
"Does there need to be a specific reason?" I answered.
"No... Sir."
Bethia waddled over to me, her steps hesitant. She knew what I wanted. It was a wonder. After nearly three years of being my bed slave she was always so shy about nudity and sex. It wasn't a goblin thing. Most were very open about their bodies, especially the 'feral' tribes in the wildlands. But Bethia was always hesitant. She seemed reluctant at first but opened up with gentle coaxing and caresses. Except for late at night right after I had purchased her, she started sneaking into my bed after what seemed like stalking for hours. The mornings after she was downright embarrassed by her actions. It was cute
Her eyes had adopted the closed off and distant look she put on when we played this game. I was never sure if the look in her eyes was genuine or feigned. When she stood a few feet away from me she stopped and waited with her eyes on the floor. She folded her hands under her belly, waiting.
I was not the tallest human and she was quite tall for a goblin female. Her head stopped at my mid chest. She was a beautiful example of her race. Her ears were long and thick and extended from her head in that classic goblin 'knife-ear' style. Smooth on the top and slightly scalloped on the bottom. Her thin almond shaped cat-like eyes glowed a faint golden green in the light of the window behind me. Her nose was small, a little wide, and turned up a little bit at the end. Her lips formed a cupid's bow. Even though her face was square her high cheek bones made her pretty.
I reached my left hand out to caress the side of her face and let it wander to the back of her ear where one of her hidden sensitive spots was. It was always enjoyable to see her eyelids half close and her lips open when I did this. My right joined my left but instead of caressing her ear it petted her neck and decolletage in slow lazy strokes. After a minute her head turned into my caresses on her ear and she whined softly. I felt a half smile form on my mouth as her reluctance faded slowly. I continued the petting of my slave until her chest began to heave slightly. Once her nipples hardened under her blouse I unbuttoned it slowly.
"Master..." Bethia whined.
"Yes?" I responded as I pushed the sides of her top off over her shoulders and removed her breast bands.
Her heavy tits fell out and sloughed off of the sides of her large belly. As I began to caress the smooth skin of her breasts enjoying the darker green blush that painted her skin from her chest to her hairline. My little slave was really so shy.
"...the baby..." she finally responded as her breaths increased at my tender petting.
"Will be fine," I completed her sentence for her.
I continued petting and stroking her body. I enjoyed coaxing her submission softly rather than hard with a lash or paddle. In the long run it was more satisfying when she eventually gave herself to me willingly rather than taking her by force. I caressed her belly where my child lay waiting to make his or her appearance to the world.
I leaned back on my desk so that our heads were at the same level. I wrapped one of her braids in my hand and pulled her closer to me. I kissed her slowly, my tongue dipped into her small mouth and traced the shape of her petite upward pointing tusks. I made sure to not stop caressing her ear. When my fingers found the tip she moaned into my mouth and then blushed a darker green but leaned into the caress.
"Does my pregnant little goblin sow like that?" I asked knowing that it would embarrass her. I don't know why she was ashamed of the way her body responded to mine, but it made playing these games more enjoyable.
She paused at my question for a beat too long and then with a blush said, "...yes."
I pulled her braid slightly making her look me in the eye. "Yes what?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Better," I responded.
I made out with her a while longer and let my hands wander down her back as I pulled her as close as her pregnant belly would allow. I then started to suckle on her breasts. I enjoyed the little sounds she made as I gently pinched and pulled her nipples with my teeth. When I sucked hard I could taste the slight sweetness of the first of her breast milk. I smiled. By the time my mouth had found its way back to her neck she was breathing heavily.
As I sucked on her neck my fingers found the drawstring to her skirt. I pulled and the garment began to loosen and fall off of her hips. She grabbed the waist with a hand and held it.
