Arc 1 - The Path to King

Update: Just a small change, useful for later. If you read this as it was published I recommend you give it a reread from the beginning as a lot of chapters saw rewrites, some of them with important stuff.

{if@ shura = 0}

The two brothers are adolescents (I don’t use teenager with most races because they reach the stage at different speeds, goblins live 10 years and reach maturity in around 1 year) by the time of their scenes with Katya, they’re a little coddled but they’re of age by their race’s standards. Which means that {Katya}'s been a for little more than a year.

Gyntaf and Ail

You are Gyntaf, son of Arnall and Katya, you had inherited your mother’s bright red eyes and her red hair had given you a dark copper colored hair you kept short, your pointy nose, the dark green skin that cover your toned body and your two small horns in your forehead are product of your father’s blood. You are a hobgoblin, a taller and stronger version of your father’s goblin race.

Your twin brother Ail is very different from you, not only in appearance but in personality. He has blue-grey hair he keeps long, he’s shorter than you and has a lean and delicate looking body, his face is the spitting image of your mother. His pale yellowish green skin looked almost human. His personality reflects his meek, girly looks, he’s always been very passive and submissive.

You were named Gyntaf, the first, and Ail, the second, supposedly after what your mother had said when you were born but it was hard to picture your mother doing it, she never talked, at best emitting a mumbled _no _ when one of you misbehaved or did something dangerous. You had grown up mostly secluded from the rest of the goblin tribe, “raised” by your mother Katya, though her inability to emit barely more than childlike grunts and groans meant she took care of feeding and playing with you and your actual instruction fell upon your caretakers, the goblinettes. The four goblin women taught you to speak, read and any other skill they could impart to you inside the cave, humans might call them aunts or foster moms but goblin society saw them as your mothers too. The youngest goblinettes tried to teach you alchemy and the bases of magic, or what little they knew being only self twaught witches themselves, your brother was better at that stuff than you.

The oldest sister, Nyla, is particularly interested in teaching you about boring stuff like history, philosophy and culture. You didn’t enjoy most of it, but it did take into your brain, you specially enjoyed stories about kings, knights and kingdoms from all Kien cultures, but overall you were interested in human culture and customs, which Nyla was eager to teach your brother and you. They interest you for two reasons, first because they are a connection to your mother, a way to getting to know and understand her a little more, maybe figure out how to convince her to talk again; the second reason is that humans are the dominant culture of Obairlann, while the goblin culture the other sisters try to hammer into your brain has never managed to build something greater than a savage horde.

Nyla did her best to make your brother and you the best people she can, to her that would be making you more like your mother than your father. Alas, there's some of him in you, you're still a hobgoblin after all, you see a merit to goblin culture, it's after all the only way for you to become more powerful than your natural gifts would allow, it's not like you can become part of human nobility and reach power that way, humans, like most 'higher' Kien, don't mingle with the lower beings, much less the monster Kien like you.

Occasionally you saw your sister Phara, she came around to play with both of you when she wasn’t busy hunting or taking care of the tribe. Every time she visited, your mother would scowl at her, oftentimes retreating to a corner, but never leaving you alone with her. After she’d leave, your mother would hug you and Ail. Your sister’s visits were one of the few times you fought with your brother. Ail backed off when you pressured him on anything, but he had an habit of hogging your sister’s attention and he would fight you over it, he enjoyed playing with you but would get ecstatic when her.

When you were old enough, your sister’s visits changed from play time to training sessions, she instructed both of you in the physical skills the goblinettes couldn’t, like hunting and fighting. Your brother honestly sucked at it, even ranged weapons like bows, he applied himself a lot more than you did, trying to impress your sister, but you always beat him easily.

Your father's old room -were you lived now- was a massive chamber at the back of one of the cave's tunnels, it was divided into three to give your brother, your mom and you your own space, but you still spent most of the day with your brother, and went to drink from Katya's tits and sleep with her at night. Katya's center room then became a shared space for you three and your personal beds didn't see much use.

At night you would lay together with your mother in the same bed like you had since you were children and you would drink from your mother’s tits, you were old for that in goblin standards, goblin women would have long stopped producing milk by now, but human women produced milk long enough to feed several generations of goblins or even hobgoblins as you are.

You and Ail latched into a nipple as always, not long ago you had noticed that your mother made some strange noises when you sucked her a certain way or brushed her nipple with your tongue. Her low moans gave you a nice feeling, so both of you tried your best to make her moan and before long it had become a competition like everything else. Ending when your mother eventually motioned for you to stop. Once, you had been too immersed in your playful competition to stop, and your mother had done what she rarely did, she told you to stop. This had opposite effects on both of you; you had started exploring her body, searching for other places that could make her emote, wanting to make her speak again. Your brother had focused on exploring his own body, masturbating while he fed.

You both started your sexual journey late for a hobgoblin, because of your guarded upbringing. You were old enough to fuck Katya, but instead you “innocently” explored her body. The three younger goblinettes had taught you some of the theory of what you were doing, even showing their crotches to you two, but Nyla let you develop at your own pace and there was a difference between knowing and doing.

Katya let you do more over time, getting used to you two touching all over her, masturbating and even coming on her. Once, your dick had gotten dangerously close to her crotch and she had moved it away, her touch lingering a little longer than necessary, the tingling you felt was intense.

She started touching herself at some point, her noises growing in number, which gave you the motivation and the freedom to masturbate, never releasing her breasts from your lips. Both of you came on her flat stomach, your semen pooling on her belly button, your instinct trying to get your sperm as close to her womb as possible.

{elseif shura = 1}

The two brothers are adolescents (I don’t use teenager with most races because they reach the stage at different speeds, goblins live 10 years and reach maturity in around 1 year) by the time of their scenes with Katya, they’re a little coddled but they’re of age by their race’s standards.

Gyntaf and Ail

You are Gyntaf, son of Arnall and Katya, you had inherited your mother’s bright red eyes and her red hair had given you a dark copper colored hair you kept short, your pointy nose, the dark green skin that cover your toned body and your two small horns in your forehead are product of your father’s blood. You are a hobgoblin, a taller and stronger version of your father’s goblin race.

Your twin brother Ail is very different from you, not only in appearance but in personality. He has blue-grey hair he keeps long, he’s shorter than you and has a lean and delicate looking body, his face is the spitting image of your mother. His pale yellowish green skin looked almost human. His personality reflects his meek, girly looks, he’s always been very passive and submissive.

You were named Gyntaf, the first, and Ail, the second, supposedly after what your mother had said when you were born but it was hard to picture your mother doing it, she almost never talked, at best emitting a mumbled no when one of you misbehaved or did something dangerous. You had grown up mostly secluded from the rest of the goblin tribe, “raised” by your mother Katya, though her inability to emit barely more than childlike grunts and groans meant she took care of feeding and playing with you and your actual instruction fell upon your caretakers, the goblinettes. The four goblin women taught you to speak, read and any other skill they could impart to you inside the cave, humans might call them aunts but goblin society saw them as your mothers too. The youngest goblinettes tried to teach you alchemy and the bases of magic, or what little they knew being only self twaught witches themselves, your brother was better at that stuff than you.

The oldest sister, Nyla, is particularly interested in teaching you about boring stuff like history, philosophy and culture. You didn’t enjoy most of it, but it did take into your brain, you specially enjoyed stories about kings, knights and kingdoms from all Kien cultures, but overall you were interested in human culture and customs, which Nyla was eager to teach your brother and you. They interest you for two reasons, first because they are a connection to your mother, a way to getting to know and understand her a little more, maybe figure out how to convince her to talk again; the second reason is that humans are the dominant culture of Obairlann, while the goblin culture the other sisters try to hammer into your brain has never managed to build something greater than a savage horde.

Occasionally you saw your sisters Phara and Shura, they came around to play with both of you when Phara wasn’t busy hunting or taking care of the tribe, Shura came on her own sometimes but she followed her sister around most of the time. Every time any of them visited, your mother would scowl at them, often retreating to a corner, but never leaving you alone with them. After they’d leave, your mother would hug you and Ail. Your sisters’ visits were one of the few times you fought with your brother. Ail backed off when you pressured him on anything, but he had an habit of hogging Phara’s attention and he would fight you over it, he enjoyed playing with you but would get ecstatic when her. You’d think he would be closer to Shura given they had very similar personalities but he seemed more interested in his more tomboyish sister.

When you were old enough, your Phara visits changed from play time to training sessions, she instructed both of you in the physical skills the goblinettes couldn’t, like hunting and fighting. Your brother honestly sucked at it, even ranged weapons like bows, he applied himself a lot more than you did, trying to impress your sister, but you always beat him easily.

Your father's old room -were you lived now- was a massive chamber at the back of one of the cave's tunnels, it was divided into three to give your brother, your mom and you your own space, but you still spent most of the day with your brother, and went to drink from Katya's tits and sleep with her at night. Katya's center room then became a shared space for you three and your personal beds didn't see much use.

At night you would lay together with your mother in the same bed like you had since you were children and you would drink from your mother’s tits, you were old for that in goblin standards, goblin women would have long stopped producing milk by now, but human women produced milk long enough to feed several generations of goblins or even hobgoblins as you are. You and Ail latched into a nipple as always, not long ago you had noticed that your mother made some strange noises when you sucked her a certain way or brushed her nipple with your tongue. Her low moans gave you a nice feeling, so both of you tried your best to make her moan and before long it had become a competition like everything else. Ending when your mother eventually motioned for you to stop. Once, you had been too immersed in your playful competition to stop, and your mother had done what she rarely did, she told you to stop. This had opposite effects on both of you; you had started exploring her body, searching for other places that could make her emote, wanting to make her speak again. Your brother had focused on exploring his own body, masturbating while he fed.

You both started your sexual journey late for a hobgoblin, because of your guarded upbringing. You were old enough to fuck Katya, but instead you “innocently” explored her body. The three younger goblinettes had taught you some of the theory of what you were doing, even showing their crotches to you two, but Nyla let you develop at your own pace and there was a difference between knowing and doing.

Katya let you do more over time, getting used to you two touching all over her, masturbating and even coming on her. Once, your dick had gotten dangerously close to her crotch and she had moved it away, her touch lingering a little longer than necessary, the tingling you felt was intense.

She started touching herself at some point, her noises growing in number, which gave you the motivation and the freedom to masturbate, never releasing her breasts from your lips. Both of you came on her flat stomach, your semen pooling on her belly button, your instinct trying to get your sperm as close to her womb as possible.

{endif}