The spoils of victory... or at least survival

My encounter with Elizabeth was about a month ago, and since then I’ve become a mountain man. Well a forest man actually. I found the three goblins she birthed and together we’ve been surviving out in the world. I couldn’t exactly go back to the city, now that… well my **** seemed likely if I were to return to the streets. Plus I couldn’t be seen in civilized society with goblins, imagine my embarrassment.

No, life in the woods was my only option. Thankfully goblins are half-good hunters and were able to get us enough meat to live off of. I fashioned a shelter for myself out of tree branches and managed to start a fire. I was actually quite proud of myself. I was a true outdoorsman, a grizzly guy.

I had my cauldron back, I had a few minions, and I was alive. It wasn’t the start I was expecting, but it was better than what I had a month ago.

In addition to those basics, I also had a very enjoyable bonus delivered to me about three weeks ago. I was picking some berries when some big green ears came out of the surrounding bushes. There were four goblins, which was one more than I had. All of them were completely new to me. When I asked them who they were, they said that Elizabeth has sent them to find me.

Imagine my satisfaction. Elizabeth who at this point was pretty much my arch-nemesis had another brood of goblins! Right after the first one! She’d more than doubled my minions. A week after our confrontation, she found it in her heart to send me more troops? This was a delight beyond reckoning.

Then it happened again the next week, and the week after that. This was no longer down to mistakes made by the dumbest person I’d ever meet, we had condoms, we weren’t animals! She was purposefully getting pregnant. Totally addicted to the feeling of birthing goblins. All the while, giving me a little army of the green degenerates to command.

It felt good.

Elizabeth +20 (33 Corruption)

If i reached out with my mind I could feel her corruption out in the world. Like she was somehow tethered to me. I could feel her become one with Bellowyn’s vision of the world. One of the jobs with women was to birth monstrosities into this world, and that degenerate warrior I met on the field, was now doing it willingly.

It felt even better when I realized I’d gathered enough points to offer up to The Princes.

I had no idea how to actually initiate that, so I just thought about it real hard, and sure enough. I was sucked into the nether realm.

At last Elizabeth’s naked form was exposed to me, as it floated there in the either, blind, mute and deaf to my presence. She has a rocking bod, world class. Muscular, and terrifying. Her hair floating around her head, like a golden cloud. Much too beautiful and precious for a brute like her. It belonged on something divine like a goddess or princess. Her belly was already plumping up with her newest batch of spawn. If she wasn’t careful she was going to ruin that body.

As I admired the sight before me, three orbs began to circle around her, just as they had with the **** in the conclave.

“Herald, we meet again.” Steelowyn’s soft and coarse voice greeted me with a fondness.

I peered at the orbs, and noticed that one of them was different this time. Another brown orb, this time emblazoned with the sigil of Matrowyn, Prince of Motherhood and Cattle.

“Matrowyn, a pleasure.” I bowed to the new prince.

“Yes.” Her voice was sweet and young. “I’m very pleased with your progress on this soul, showing her the joys of motherhood. My sweet child, I wish to reward your efforts.”

The third prince The Warlord of The Abominable spoke up. “Then shall we begin the bidding Herald?”

I nod. “Of course, I am ever at your service, my princes.”

The son spoke up. “Since this mortal now gives birth to monsters, she might as well mate with them as well. My boon will make her begin to release pheromones that will attract any of my subjects to her. She will become irresistible to them.”

Interesting. That had potential. Transforming her into walking catnip for abominations could be fun, and useful. The monster slayer becoming their slut, was a welcome development.

Matrowyn spoke next. “Though excellent breeders, goblins are not very good mothers. My boon will move her body further towards the perfect motherly ideal. Her breasts will swell in size, and will fill with warm nurturing milk.”

Goblin mothers don’t lactate because the little psychos are ready to eat meat right out of the womb. So this one had no real practical value other than to give her larger boobs… larger leakier boobs. Still, it would further humiliate her, which I was big on.

Steelowyn rounded off the bidding war with her own offer. “Sweet One, I offer you the servitude of her children forevermore. Goblins are a treacherous and deviant breed, that will betray you as soon as you show weakness. Why have minions when you can have slaves? Any fruit brone of her womb shall have no will of their own. They will live and act only at the direction of a master.”

So any goblins Elizabeth would birth for me from now on, wouldn’t be able to betray me. They’d be loyal slaves? There could be some serious benefit there.

So I had three boons to choose from.

Monster Layer - This subject emits pheromones that make them highly desirable to Orcs, goblins, ogers, and trolls.

Milky Mommy - This subject’s breast size will increase, and will gain permanent lactation.

Born into Bondage - Any children produced by this subject will be born with 0 Willpower