Heyyy it's only been a year since the last installment how bad can that be oh jeez. Anyways, this is part 2 so might as well read (or reread!) the first part before continuing. Anyways! Goblins! Isekai! Action! Buttjobs! This has everything you'd want in a story. Or the things that I like in stories anyways.
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"You don't have to make a big production out of this," Vee said, her calm demeanour beginning to grate on Jesse. It was, in fact, a big deal to be told to give up a sample of his semen to someone who is effectively a stranger. The nighttime encounter with Zixie was one thing, and he probably shouldn't have gone through with that, but the premeditated encounter in such a clinical setting almost made it worse.
"I beg to differ. You're not the one being asked to...well, I guess there's no real equivalent I can compare this to, but this is weird, Vee."
"Only if you make it weird. This is purely a medical evaluation. Surely you have these kinds of tests in your own world."
"Well, yeah, but I've never done them. There's been no need to analyze my...fuck." He pressed his head into his hands and scavenge his brainspace for an excuse to not do this. But Zixie had determined quite clearly that he could produce. It was only a matter of time before he had to relent. But that didn't mean he was happy about it. "Alright. If your people's help is contingent on this. Where can I go?"
Vee raised an eyebrow. "Why? You can do it here, I don't mind."
"What if I don't want to do it here?"
"Well, I'd much rather you perform where I can see. It'll make for better notes on my part, and I can fill in some of the blanks of your anatomy. Go ahead, I'll wait until you strip." She got out a pad and paper and jotted down something preliminary in an indecipherable shorthand. When she looked up again, Jesse had still not lost his clothes. "Well? I don't have all day, you know."
Jesse grumbled, but started removing his shirt and pants. He told himself this was just like a Doctor's visit. A really, really inappropriate Doctor's visit. Her eyes didn't waiver when he slid down his underwear, leaving him in his shoes and socks only.
"Fascinating. I was expecting something larger, given your excessive height."
He scowled through a brush. "It gets bigger! I'm just...it shrinks when I get nervous, or whatever..."
She nodded, though the look on her face told him that she didn't quite believe the excuse. "Look, I get that it may be difficult to perform in these circumstances. Perhaps I can assist?" Before he could ask her what she meant by that, she took off the messy apron and opened up the buttons on her blouse. Though these goblin creatures, kith he reminded himself, were small, they all had impressive chests. Vee was no exception. She pulled away her shirt to reveal the true size and heft of her breasts. It had a definite effect. "There we go. Hmm...I suppose it does get bigger."
This was not Jesse's idea of a proud display of masculinity. He couldn't deny her attractive appearance, though he didn't like the idea of it being used against him. Reluctantly, he stroked his growing erection to get this whole display over with.
"Do you normally take this long to get erect?" Vee asked, jotting down more notes.
"I don't appreciated being viewed like a bug in a jar," he replied. He worked himself for a while, managing to keep himself erect but not much beyond. It was taking long enough that the goblin woman pushed his hand away and took charge. She produced an oily substance from a jar on her desk that, when dripped onto his erection, caused a gentle warming sensation. She got to work stroking him off, much to Jesse's restrained delight.
"Let's see if I can make this go a little faster. This is a sterile lubricating compound which shouldn't impact my results any," she said. Her hands, slightly larger than he would have expected from such a small woman but softer than any he'd ever felt on his body pumped his cock with a steady, deliberate rhythm. He didn't object to this. At some level, getting a clinical handjob was slightly less embarrassing than being forced to perform in front of an audience. "Have you had sexual partners before?"
"I'm not a virgin!" he said, hurt by the suggestion.
"It wasn't an accusation. I'm sure all the giant women go crazy for you. You're an attractive man. Mind you, you're the only human I've met, so I could just be drawing conclusions from a lack of data."
"Thanks."
She was good. Really good. With every shiver or jerk of his hips, she mouthed words like she was taking notes in her head. His pleasure points were being efficiently analyzed and cataloged by this strange, green woman. And the way he was being treated, like a horny animal whose semen was needed for breeding...he had to admit, it had an appeal.
A drop of clear pre slid from his tip, which Vee's fingers added to the lubrication she had already applied. "Oh, you're dripping. This isn't all you produce, right?"
"Yes, I'm sure. That's just...ahh...that's just what comes out before."
"Ah. I was just making sure. goblin males produce semen throughout stimulation, sometimes when merely aroused. I'll have to see about finding a way to boost your own production. If you're going to be the sole fertilizing agent to and entire village, you'll need all the output you can make."
Jesse wasn't exactly sure how he felt about improving his output that much, though an increase to the loads he shot would be a welcome boost to the ego, he didn't know if he wanted that to happen as the result of drinking some sketchy potion that a woman small enough to fit in a suitcase came up with via a process indistinguishable from alchemy. The point was academic at this point, and he had much more pressing matters to attend to. Namely, the buildup of pressure in his waist. His movements became more jerky and erratic, and he was having trouble standing still.
"Are you close?" she asked. When he nodded, she grabbed an empty beaker and stroked him off with her other hand. The way she said things like 'there we go' and 'let it out' invoked an unwanted level of arousal that made it far harder to resist his urge than he would have thought possible. It was the twisted parody of a lover's dirty talk that really twisted him up. He was an instrument for her to adjust, experiment with, and ultimately get the results that she wanted.
His toes curls as he shot his load into the waiting beaker. A trio of reasonably sized ropes, followed by a steady drizzle down into the glass. Not what it could have been, considering his late night encounter, and he almost felt self-conscious about not filling more of the container. Vee milked him to completion, getting every drop she could for her analysis. Then she fetched a towel to clean herself and his cock off.
"Thank you. This should be enough," she said with her casual dismissal. Jesse took the hint and dried off his dick before putting his clothes back on.
"So what happens now?"
She swirled the beaker. "I'm going to run some tests to make sure you're fertile enough. I won't know until later, of course."
"What if I'm not fertile? Will I get kicked out?"
"Good question! Hopefully, we can find some other use for you. At the very least, you won't be burned to death. I see this as a step in the right direction."
Flustered and embarrassed, he bit down a sarcastic response and left Vee's hut. There seemed to still be light out, and he needed something to eat.
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Rather than having individual kitchens, the village had a communal area where meals could be prepared and served. Several tables under a simple canopy made of torn and patched white fabric reminded him of concessions tents from music festivals he'd been to. A handful of goblins ate a kind of stew from rough bowls. At the centre, a very top-heavy woman fussed over a black metal pot over smouldering coals. When she saw him approaching, she beamed.
"Well if it isn't the Shifter! Come to eat us all for dinner, I see," she said with a gentle laugh. Jesse smiled weakly in return, though he didn't especially appreciate the reminder of his close encounter with immolation.
"I don't suppose I could trouble you for some of that? It smells incredible and I haven't eaten since...yesterday, I guess." He used to remark that the only reason he stayed vaguely fit was that he'd forget to eat for long periods of time. With all the shock, near death, and sexual escapades, he'd totally skipped out on at least a day's worth of food.
The chef fetched another bowl and spoon for him, goblin sized of course. "I'm terribly sorry about how you were treated before. Let me make it up to you. Well, I suppose it's not total recompense, but it's the least I can do." She ladled up a hefty bowl of the stew. It was a thick broth with something that looked unlike any animal he'd seen before. There were also cubes of a red potato-like tuber and a dark blue vegetable that landed somewhere between turnip and carrot. A hearty mixture of the strange and familiar, and he thanked her for the bowl.
One glance at the table and chairs available told him he wouldn't fit. He held the bowl with one hand and took a spoonful with the other. His eyes rolled back as a symphony of spices and salt took him away, reminding him of substantive meals from his mother's own crockpot.
"Mmm. That is delicious!"
She beamed. "Glad you liked it. I'm Miri, by the way."
Jesse repeated his name, though he felt a little silly doing it given everyone in the village already knew who he was. "If I might say, you look kinda familiar."
"It's the eyes," she said, pointing briefly to her crimson irises before continuing. "Glora and I shared a womb...and not much else. Again, sorry for the attempted murdering."
"I'll admit it wasn't the best introduction. I get that you're all scared...but your sister seems like she enjoys stirring people up."
