Just long enough for brunch and recruitment

While you'd be more than happy to fuck Deer-Skull right here and now, you're able to talk her down to a handjob for the moment, since you can't exactly eat with her in your lap, and you forgot to have breakfast in your eagerness to get this whole Lair business rolling. In the meantime, she barks something in Goblin at one of the other women, who approaches; while not old, she seems to be the eldest, her age borne out by her stern face, crisscrossing scars, and crude leather eyepatch. It's the only thing she's wearing at the moment, of course, leaving you an excellent view of her fit and trim body; she has a lean and wiry build, with faint muscles, small breasts, and slightly bluish-tinted skin. Deer-Skull grins as she watches you eye her up, whispering in your ear. "She strong, hunt for tribe. Make good leader, yes?"

The eyebrow of the gobliness in question raises in response to her chief's clinging to you and massaging your cock while cooing in your ear, and she looks to you expectantly when you nod-- You aren't as familiar with the tribe as its former chief, so you trust her judgement. "I'm going to be taking Deer-Skull back with me to carve out my fortress, which leaves you in charge. You understand the plan, right?" Instantly, her face lights up, and she nods vigorously. "Of course! Hit and run. Build up tribe, but don't fight until time right, yes? You," she shouts, jabbing her finger at one of the other goblins, "bring me boots!"

You momentarily contemplate what kind of item these boots that they've apparently stashed here might be as the goblin rushes into one of the huts, but your attention is quickly taken up by a pop-up in front of you:

Accept Deer-Skull into your Lair?

Hmm. It seems that both the goblin and the system have taken your Freudian slip for granted, and that's... just her name, now. It seems to support your theory of important people making others important by giving them names, anyway. Obviously, you hit [Accept]. When you look back up, Eyepatch is beaming at you, hands on her hips. "Gift for you! Is good, yes?"

These boots must be invisible and levitating, because you don't see a damn thing.

"Look down," Deer-Skull whispers in your ear.

You look down.

There aren't any boots there either.

What there is is a positively tiny gobliness; a level 1 Goblin Runt, according to your Perception, cowering between the three of you. Being a Runt, of course, she's one of the ones who lucked out of clothes, but her body is quite... eye-catching. For comparison, your zombie is slightly taller than you, soft and plush all over, with giant tits, while Deer-Skull is about half a head shorter than you, with a pear-shaped body-- her breasts are modest for her size, but she's got the breeding hips and plump bubble-butt you'd expect of a goblin chief. The gobliness being presented to you, though... You'd guess she's not much taller than two foot, if that; as short as you are, compared to humans, she could suck your dick while you were both standing. Unlike most of the other goblins, she's also just kind of thin and waifish in general, with the exception of her grapefruit-sized breasts, which, while not objectively large, seem disproportionately huge on her slight frame.

"Boots?"

It's almost a rhetorical question. The tiny goblin nods timidly, squirming under your gaze. You don't know what color Deer-Skull's hair is, since she cut it short enough that her helmet hides it, but the runt's warm dark orange locks are actually kind of fetching. Her skin's a paler green, with darker green freckles across her face, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts.

"You... had some nice footwear, did you?"

"D-Did have, once. Made boots to convince tribe what word meant."

"Oh? What did they think it meant?"

She looks at the ground, blushing and mumbling to the point where you can barely hear her. "Dumb goblin mixed up 'boots' and 'boobs', name stuck. Always jeering, 'nice boots!'"

That startles a laugh out of you. "Well, don't worry, I'm certainly not going to name you 'boobs', so Boots will work for now." You look up at the new chieftainess. "You're giving her to me?"

Eyepatch nods, still grinning. "You save tribe, give food, make me chief! It least I can do; Boots scrawny and no good in fight, but good hands for making things. What you need, right? Goblins counting on you, so breed them lots!"

Accept Boots into your Lair?

It's not that you weren't necessarily planning on doing that anyway, you suppose, but you're still slightly taken aback by Eyepatch's forwardness, and Boots looks mortified, glancing between you and your piece, which, upon reflection, probably looks massive from all the way down there. Deer-Skull, for her part, preempts any response from you by jerking you off with renewed vigor. "Yes, yes! Breed big, strong goblins with Fairy King and Goblin Queen! Kill heroes with power from Gods, rule over swamp!"

Well. You can't fault her ambition, at least.

The food is mediocre at best-- it's by dint of Boots' efforts alone that some of it is even edible at all-- but it's plentiful, and, never having had the chance to feast quite like this before, you eat your fill, whittling away at some bone needles between courses. You'd tried your hand at scrimshaw once or twice, when you had the occasional unusually long life, but your new Artisan skill and trading partners suggest it might be a sound investment now. Your companions are kept similarly occupied; the zombie serves as a lounge pillow while Deer-Skull services you, and Boots works on some kind of garment made out of leaves and vines-- evidently, her crafting skills are Cooking and Tailoring, the former of which saw a lot more use. She keeps trying to hide behind it, too, but you patiently keep attempting to chat with her to try to get her to open up. By the time that you're full up, you learn that the other goblins bullied her in more ways than just calling her names: Whenever she'd make anything clothes-related, they'd steal them mostly just to have them, since goblins largely don't care about nudity, which meant they didn't particularly care when she just stopped making things.

The orgy part's started before you've even finished eating, but you decide not to stick around for it; you have work to do, after all, and while you're better-adjusted to the climate here, you'd rather fuck in a bed with a roof over your head that isn't made of sticks. You do get the bones and some of the furs from the feast (crafting materials), while giving them some of the herbs you've accumulated (for 'fertility brew', supposedly), but you've soon loaded up your designated pack-mule and started back the way you came-- Deer-Skull holds you up briefly by attempting to squeeze back into her clothes, but you tell her with a smirk to leave them behind, since she won't be needing them anymore, and she seems to appreciate the implications of you keeping all of the women with you nude.

Travel home is much quicker than before, since the couple herb spawns haven't refreshed yet, and you don't want to decimate the foliage around here enough to create a visible trail, though you do hunt down a couple more critters-- it seems you can get a much larger yield than the goblins just by virtue of being higher level (so you can kill them faster while taking less damage) and having someone to carry the corpses (so you don't have to keep dropping things off, minimizing travel time). Soon, you're trudging (well, your companions are trudging) back up the hills; it's sunny enough that you're lucky enough not to have to listen to either of the goblins whine about being cold, though Deer-Skull seems to have expected you to have had a lot more than just your hovel.

Naturally, that's what she's here for, so you immediately set up the build order for the entrance into the mountainside and set her to work hammering away at it, while Boots is set to survey the foothills and see if there's anything nearby that's edible, or that you can cultivate to be edible-- you hadn't thought through the possibility of being starved out of a siege when you set up here. Hopefully, you can make some kind of underground farm later on? It's been a couple hours, and you have a couple more minions now, so you sit your zombie down on your bed and sit in her lap, head nestled comfortably between her marshmallowy breasts, to check your Fame.