Like the goblins they are.

You gather your score of goblin children by your side and summon their mothers to talk to them about what their goblin culture has to say about what their responsibilities are in life. Agreeing this will be a good idea, Hera, as the matriarch of the brood, addresses the crowd of girls.

"Ok listen up you little hussies," she begins, a couple of scattered giggles spreading through the gaggle of girls. "You are all still growing, and have a lot to learn about this world. And although none of you realize it yet, you all have exactly one purpose in this life that your father has been good enough to grant all of you, and that is to pump out as many little sluts as possible in this short existence, so that our little tribe can grow and grow and grow! And then, one day, once you girls have given up every last egg packed away in your little ovaries for the good of our clan, only then can any good goblin girl leave this world in peace." she finishes with a proud grin at her brood.

"Aunt Hera," one of the little ones speaks up, "how do we make our eggs into more goblins?"

"Well darling, you have to find the biggest, strongest, smartest, and most handsome man that is around, and you have to just stop thinking for a single second, and let your body take over. It will know what to do." She replies coyly, and some of the older girls giggle again and whisper to each other.

Satisfied with her tutorial on life, Hera makes to end class for the day.