Impathe

As one Cassie and I’s head turn to look at the hatch that lead below decks where our ultra-fertile friend in heat sat with only a fox and horse as chaperone then back to look at each other with the same exasperated expression.

“You have to be kidding me.” Cassie mutters. “If she can’t keep it in her skirt for one hour this is going to be a long trip.”

“Give her some grace.” I say, sympathetic to the fact that Collywaddle had been in the hands of humans since she’d entered her breeding years. Knowing my loyal slave like I did I knew well how her bone deep instinct to procreate gnawed at her and that the fun that she and I had from time to time, and Aristocles before me, was nothing more than plaster over a widening crack. From what I had gathered over the months, unlike humans koboloi women had a very intense but short window of time to have children. Her biological clock was not like steady grains of sand through an hourglass, it was an avalanche of boulders. “I’ll take care of this.”

As Rosa continued negotiating language lessons with Kreer I step away from her, not actually breaking contact with my Lady until Cassie steps closer to take my place which she does seamlessly as if we shared the same mind.

There are a couple of chuckles at my expense as I stagger across the open shifting deck, the sailors amused to see this great adventurer that they’d heard tale about walking like a toddler against the pitch and roll of the sea. Ignoring the looks I slip down to the dark hold below. Below deck I make out better as I had the ceiling and supports to steady me. As I make my way down the narrow central aisle, Catalus’ big black ass straight ahead of me, all I can hear is the slapping of waves and the creak of timber. That is, until I near the closed curtains of our little corner of the Hostia Nigra.

“Mmm! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh!”

Colly’s familiar lustful moans filter through the canvas along with the sounds wet slurping and wetter…slopping. Quietly I pull the fabric apart just a crack to peek in.

Danae was nowhere to be seen, understandably so. Slubbergrub had Collywaddle splayed out with her back against the bulkhead and her legs spread wide. Her top was pulled down and her skirt pulled up to leave her naked except across her belly. As Colly’s eyes roll back with pleasure Grub is busy sloppily sucking on her big tits and fingering her dripping snatch. I catch the saccharine scent of Colly’s sweet pussy wafting out. Being a goblin himself Grub seems to know a thing about pleasuring a woman like Colly as his thumb and pinky deftly worked both her clits as he fingered her sopping slit. His other hand stroked his green cock, and an impressive one it was! It didn’t have the shape of a human penis as it was a perfectly round cylinder for most of its length until tapering to a near perfect point at the tip. While it wasn’t particularly big by human standards, probably about my size, it looked massive on his tiny frame. And just by the way it stuck so rigidly out from his body I could tell it was as stiff as polished oak.

“Ohhh, Grub.” Colly whimpers, clawing at his shoulder. “Jutht…let me feel the tip…”

“Tip strong. Heavy tip.” Grub growls. “Deepin!”

Colly writhes beneath him, her back arching as her toes gripped the wooden deck which was becoming soaked in her juices. She hesitates a few seconds before surrendering to the pleasure he was giving her. “Yek it!”

As Grub made his move I had a decision to make and I had to make it fast. My first instinct is to leave them alone. In a fair world Colly’s love life shouldn’t have been any of my business. And yet, like it or not, it was. I was her Master. She was my slave. My responsibility. If she got knocked up it would effect not just her but our whole chosen family. And we already had one pregnant woman to worry about as we traipsed across the Empire!

I take a breath and prepare myself then pull the curtain wide.

The pair of kobaloi freeze and stare up at me, Colly looking guilty as sin and Grub looking scared out of his mind.

“Um…hi, Thir.” Colly says in a forced casual tone, though her eyes are dim with guilt. “Um…Grub wath helpin…”

“Yeah, I can see that.” I cross my arms and glare down at the horny sailor.

Grub scrambles to put away his dick, not an easy task given it was as stiff as a nail, then clumsily tries to pull Colly’s clothes back over her naughty bits. “Ey, boss man. I was just…er…”

“Helping. I heard.”

“Yeah!” He grins. “Helping.”

“Shove off, sailor.” I thumb toward the exit.

I’d barely gotten the words out and Grub was scrambling down the aisle. He calls back to Colly. “Still bendin strong!”

Collywaddle sits at me feet with her head bowed low. For the first time I could remember she looked…ashamed. She pulls her top up over her breasts and flattens her skirt down over her legs and says in the most pitiful little voice. “Thorry, Thir. I’m…weak. I told him thofty, but… I’m thorry.”

I let out a sigh as my authoritative posture relaxes. I close the curtain behind me. Kneeling down beside her I put my arms around her. She leans into me and buries her face in my chest, desperately needing my support and care.

Kissing her head I say warmly. “You don’t have to be sorry to me, Colly. I’m not here to judge you. It’s just that we need to have a long talk before you do anything that’s going to change the rest of your life.”

She nods, understanding my meaning. “Thelfish.”

“No. Not selfish.” I say, petting her hair. “You’ve been with humans a long time now, haven’t you?”

She nods.

“It’s tough being around him, isn’t it?”

She nods.

“When was the last time you were with your own kind?”

A long silence follows before she whispers. “Wath jutht a pup. Thirteen.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Yeah.” She says. “I’m a thlave. A good thlave! Happy thlave. Tho…happy. But…” Colly takes a long breath. “…free gobbo don’t like thlave gobbo. Thlave means not fatht enough, not clever enough, not thneaky enough. Weak. Weak but protected. Protected by big oneth and law too. I like having my Mathter to look after me. Otherth don’t like it.”

“Your people ostracized you?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “They never called me an othtrich.”

“No, not an ostrich…nevermind.” Taking her chubby little hand in mine I hold it tight as I pull back to look in to her eyes. “Colly, do you truly want children?”

She looks up at me and nods with no hesitation. “It’th my time for thproggin. For babieth Now or…” Her big amber eyes drop again.

“Or never?”

She nods.

“You would want Grub’s sprogs?”

She shrugs and looks off toward the curtain through where he disappeared. “He’th brave. Working on water! Tho brave. Nithe dick too. And thtrong. Thmart. Only one in thith big crew. Pullin hith weight. That’th…”

“Impressive.”

Again she nods. “Thtrong dad maketh thtrong thprogs.” Gripping my bicep she gives it a squeeze. “Like your little one will be. Thtrong papa extra good when mama weak.”

“Colly, you are not weak.” Rubbing her shoulders I say. “What about Grub? Wouldn’t he want to be there for you?”

With another shrug she says. “Maybe. Maybe not. Breeding one thing, being a dad ith another. Not alwayth the thame. Don’t need to be the thame. Ya know?”

“I think so.” I say. “Even after all you’ve seen, after all we’re doing to ensure that our daughter is born free, you still want to have kids?”

Once more she nods. “I like the thingth you and Rotha thay when we thuck and fuck. All that breeding talk. But…” Looking down she puts her stubby hands over her belly. “Talking doethn’t make it feel right. Maketh me cum really hard, but I feel empty after. Lay there wishin Mathter really did put babieth inside me.”

“Aw, Colly.” I kiss the top of her head. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“Didn’t want to hurt your feelingth. I wanted you to feel good.”

“You little…” Wrapping my arms around her I give her a big hug, she hugs me back with all her strength. “You say when you’re hurting. That’s an order.”

“Yeth, Thir.” She says softly.

Picking her up and setting her on my lap I pet her long braids. “We seem to be at an impasse.”

“Yeah.” She lays her head on my chest, pauses, then looks up at me quizzically. “Why?”

“Well.” I say, stretching out my legs. “You absolutely refuse let me free you and I refuse to see a child born into slavery.” With a pinch of her cherubic cheek I say. “One of those two things are gonna have to change before we even think about what comes next.”

“Oh.” She whispers, laying her head on my chest again. “That ith an impathe!”