by JG Jerome
Third Christmas Day, I returned to the Goblin Court and ascended the throne as the Goblin King. I convened the court and explained that I had appointed Salt as king because I thought they deserved a Goblin on the throne. I explained that since they rejected that arrangement, Salt became my regent who would sit on the throne when I was not present. I told them any challengers would face me regardless whether they challenge Salt or myself. I promised that after conquering each challenger, I would breed any of their women that pleased me. I called for any challengers, and of course a dumbshit took me up on it. I asked if he was ready. He said he was, so I proceeded to freeze him in place and break all four of his limbs and both collarbones. Afterward, I dragged him to a corner and propped him up before I called for all his female family members. I dismissed his youngest two daughters; although, the 17-year-old volunteered to be bred. That left the one daughter who claimed to be 19. I also dismissed two of his four wives because - well, I’m sure they were quite attractive when they were younger. I asked the remainder if they would like to be bred by the Green Lord. All three said yes. So I extended my will to ensure they were all ovulating, then I took them each in front of the court and bred them all. I whispered to the daughter, “Call your queen if you wish to not raise our child on your own. A child should have a father, and Grace could use a lady in waiting.” I left them all on the ground and returned to the throne. There were no more challengers that day; although, I expect there will be some in the future. I descended the dais and walked towards the exit where my car was waiting to take me to the airport.
On New Year's Day, I renewed my vows and tokens with Myra in front of a crowd that was about double what we had for 2nd Christmas. Afterward, I married, in order, Kristina, Supreet, Chelsea, Grace, and L’liana. Myra married Trina that day, too. Each of the brides were wearing a cream colored lace dress that revealed as much as it hid. I was dressed in a Green tuxedo jacket and matching leather kilt that were so dark they were almost black, and a classic white tux shirt with hand-tied bow-tie. Of course I had to strip off the tie and open my shirt for the exchange of tokens. After I married all my wives, Myra married all the other wives, too. Then Kristina married the rest, then Supreet did, then Chelsea, then Grace married L’liana, and by that time L’liana was married to them all anyway. The dresses and my shirt were marked liberally with blood by the time we were done sharing tokens of flesh, but their skin was clear except for the bite scars as I healed each of them after each token was taken from them.
We had a reception that played out much like when I took Grace in front of the Goblin Court. Rather than the first dance, we laid out six huge pillows, with each of my wives standing before a pillow facing the crowd. L’liana kissed Myra and opened her dress and slid it off of her before returning to stand before her own pillow. Myra did the same for Kristina, Kristina for Supreet, and so on down the line until all were naked. Then, on a cue I never figured out, they all kneeled onto their respective pillows with their heads on them, asses in the air, and legs splayed. Then Trina called out, “Master, your wives are ready to be deflowered.” The rest of the family tried to keep serious faces, knowing how many times I’d plowed these fields in the last few weeks. I responded, “Thank you, Queen of the Seraglio.” Trina bowed back into the crowd as I removed my clothes. Erica, her mom, Kellianne, and Johnny all had been forewarned, so they handled the festivities quite well. Erica and Sera collected my garments from me as I walked up to Myra and placed my hands on her curvy hips as I knelt behind her.
I called out, “Queen of the Fae, I claim you for my own.” Then I fucked her hard until we both came, her screams of passion shocking and thrilling the crowd.
Then I moved to Kristina. “Queen of my Hearth, I claim you for my own.” Then again, I fucked her tiny little body until she screamed out three orgasms to the horror of the dwarves, but their horror didn’t bother her or me. I finally spilled my seed in her.
Then I moved to Supreet. She stood up on her knees to reveal her six and six form. I knelt behind her and announced, “Supreet, my Sluagh Queen, I claim you for my own.” She bent back down to support her torso with her lower four arms. Fucking, orgasms, screams, and breeding followed.
For Chelsea it was, “My Alpha Bitch, I claim you for my own.” Again I took her roughly in front of the crowd. She whined and yipped until she screamed her release and milked mine from me. The wolves present howled their joy for her.
Grace was, “Queen of the Goblins, I claim you for my own.” She gasped at the title and came hard when I took her.
L’liana heard, “My High Elven Queen, I claim you for my own.” I noticed the Lady of the West cock an eyebrow, but she was smiling as I penetrated Lili for the first time as my wife. Lili screamed her pleasure, and unlike the dwarves, the elves applauded and cheered her on.
After that, the reception settled into the normal eating, dancing, drinking and visiting. The one variant was that my six wives walked around naked until all of my seed had drained from them and one of their sisters had lapped it up.
After the reception we flew off in a rented chartered jet to an island northeast of Nassau that Megan arranged for us all to honeymoon at. It advertised huge cabins with huge beds, tons of pillows, secluded beaches, etcetera. It lies almost exactly in the center between Miami, Freeport, and Nassau. Christoff had done an advance recon and declared it ‘fabulous.’
On the flight Erica and Kristina provided hospitality. It was a fairly long flight from Arizona, but we all had a good time. There might have been some sex...okay, all the ladies got to join the mile-high club. Erica got to go first, and then Kristina. You have to take are of your service staff! I think the sex is all that kept Myra from crawling out of her skin - she hates flying!
On the flight, Trinity and Louis approached me and asked permission to be a couple. I smiled, stood, and kissed them both on the cheek. I had to grab Louis’ ear to pull him down to my level. I told them that I loved them both and that I would not stand in the way of their happiness. I emphasized that I had freed all of the Goblins from their slavery. That freedom meant that Trinity got to make her own choice. As the King of the Goblins, I had forgiven their families’ debts. They smiled hugely and both squeezed me into a rib-cracking hug. I’m fairly certain they indoctrinated each other into the mile-high club.
I am sure Trinity will be happier with Louis. I suppose I could have grown Little Jack into Monster Jack, but the size Trinity needs to really enjoy herself would hurt at least one of my wives and several of my lovers. Louis is a better match for her in every way, and quite honestly Trinity will be good for him, too. As one of the few males in my family, I know it’s important for Louis’ happiness and effectiveness to have someone to love as I seem to be hogging most of the ladies. Plus, I wanted to reward them for having the courage to ask for what they wanted.
Much to Christoff’s chagrin, neither I nor Cholley nor Louis leans towards males. Since Maddock has been on assignment, I don’t know his thoughts on the matter. Cholley said bi-sexuality and homosexuality is uncommon among Goblins. Christoff claimed he goes both ways, and teased all the concubines outrageously. Myra told me that he has a harem of mostly men with a couple of women in the Winter Court.
Cholley has been jonesing for a Sidhe woman since I met him, but he and Selene seemed to be enjoying each other’s company. Honestly at that point, she looked like a Sidhe anyway. I don’t think they were a couple yet as she asked me to stamp her mile-high club ticket. Then again she may have asked him to stamp it too for all I know. The plane was big enough they could have found some quiet time away from prying eyes.
We landed on the island without incident. The pilot had to brake hard on the short runway, but he pulled up to the little terminal shack safely. Christoff was standing next to a convoy of golf carts as we pulled up to the terminal.
We deplaned with our one roll-on bag each and loaded up in the provided golf carts. Christoff led us to the village of cabins. They were each at least 1,000 square feet
. I and the wives moved into the largest one in the center. It was about 1,500 square feet. We got settled in. Bags were unpacked and stowed. Clothes were removed. Christoff wheeled out a big carton with a dolley into the seating area of my cabin, and everyone joined us there. I placed a big pillow in the center of the floor and opened the carton. I pulled out the packages inside calling out each name twice. Christoff even managed to get Myra’s on top and the rest of the wives immediately under.
Each lady got a silk robe with a unique print and a cotton beach cover-up. Some were solid cotton, some more of a loose knitted cotton. I got each of my gentlemen a mid-thigh beach sarong. I knew I didn’t want my little friend getting sunburnt, so I figured they’d enjoy that. Then Trina addressed the group to announce that Frannie, Karla, Sherrine, Jessica, Tiphanae, Annette, and Sera all asked that I take tokens from them to make them all official concubines. Things turned rather serious as I bit and healed each of my ladies. Then Erica stepped forward and knelt before me. She checked with Myra, Kristina, and Trina, collecting a nod from each. She asked that she also be allowed to be a concubine, and offered a flesh token. I agreed, but I numbed her flesh and took a token about half as deep as the others. I tried to ensure the circumference was the same size as the other ladies’ so no one would be able to notice a difference. I healed her wound as I chewed, noticing her flesh tasted much like Sera’s. I didn’t have a reference to compare her to Selene.
After that there were days of walking on the beach, swimming in the pools, lounging and being pampered in the spa, working out on the beach, making love...well… pretty much anywhere. Clothing was optional, and frequently little if any was worn. The staff on the island was small and discrete. We rarely saw them other than at mealtimes or for massages.
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Today we are having an impromptu ‘sunset party,’ with the aforementioned snacks. We’re approaching our favorite lookout point when I hear a commotion behind me. One of the staff, a very pretty woman from Jamaica, runs out of the forest and grabs Daphne, whispering urgently in her ear.
Daphne nods, kisses her cheek gently, and then calls out loud and clear. “Guards post! Intruders on the island!” Then she runs up to me as weapons appear from clutch purses hanging on straps from all the ladies.
Georgia runs up and hands me my shoulder rig with Eventide in the knife holster and Gisela in the form of a baldric holding Morningstar on my back. Corrina meets Daphne at my side. Daphne reports, “Male and female intruder. Armed with shoulder holsters under light jackets. They are coming to ‘rendez-vous with Mr. Jerome,’ according to the customs agent at the terminal. They stopped by the cabins, and that’s when Arista came to warn us. She thinks they split up.”
“Okay, Precious,” I respond. “Let’s keep moving towards our destination. They’ll show eventually.”
Corrina calls out, “Two intruders. One male. One female. Both armed. May approach on separate vectors. 360 degree moving perimeter, people!” She kisses me lightly, winks at me, and then runs to take point. Nearly naked, a running Corrina is a sight to behold.
Tiphanae changes to Valkyrie form. All the Goblins have been spending their time in their natural form already.
About a minute later, I spy a figure walking towards us on the beach. I recognize her immediately. I remember making love to her. I remember proposing to her. I remember her stabbing me in the chest. I remember walking out of her life.
Eileen Pennyworth stops in place and takes in the thirty nude or nearly nude people surrounding me. Eventually she sees the little people flying around, too. By the time the perimeter spreads around her, her eyes are as big as saucers taking in the exposed flesh, tails, wings, pointed ears, and tusks of my family. Chelsea steps in front of her without a stitch on, backs up, and changes to let Sister Wolf out to play. Eileen jumps back and bumps into Sherrine. Eileen spins and Sherrine holds her hands up and grins, showcasing her tusks. Eileen whips back to look me.
I say, “Hello, Eileen. I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”
She counters, “That was the plan, Jack. I guess you make it big in life and you score as much pussy as you can get your hands on, huh?”
I tell everyone, “Family, this is Eileen Pennyworth. She was my Fiancé until she became convinced I was cheating on her and decided to kill me.”
The family responds with a cheerful chorus of ‘hello, Eileen’ responses.
“Why are you stalking me, Eileen?” I ask with a frown.
She looks at me for a moment, taking in the sarong, baldric and sword, and shoulder rig. I was in good shape the last time I saw her. I’m more cut, defined, and maybe an inch taller now. I watch her taking it all in. Finally she licks her lips, “Abu bin Hassan approached us. He says, he’s discovered that he had been duped into killing innocents and lost his whole family in his vendetta with you. He wants to come in out of the cold.”
“So bring him in. Why interrupt my honeymoon?” I ask impatiently.
Eileen smirks, “He says he will only speak to the Green Lord. He claims to have knowledge about someone called the Dread Lord. I asked him who the Green Lord is. You know what he said, Jack?”
I lift her by her scruff with my mind as my eyes glow with green flames. “I’ve no idea, Eileen. What did he say?”
I set her back down and she says, “Damn, Jack! You could have told me.”
“Bring him in and debrief him. Let me know what he says, and I’ll tell you if it’s legit,” I tell her.
She shakes her head, “We tried. He disappeared into the Muslim quarter of Paris. We think he left Paris, headed for Germany. He said he would only talk to you, Jack. What in the hell is the Dread Lord?”
I look at her a moment before I say, “He’s someone that makes you look like a cupcake. He’s a ghost. I suspect any unattributed terrorist act points back to him - assassinations, bombings, arson, vehicle or air accidents. The mass shootings in the US and the divisiveness of the political environment around the world all feel like his work. I’m pretty sure he is energized by the fear and hate just like I am by the love of my family. He has stated that his goal is to kill as many westerners as he can, but he recruits them to do the dirty work for him. I don’t know much more than that, other than he’s probably Arabic and passes himself off as Spanish or Latino when he wishes.”
“We need you to come in on this op, Jack. Especially if this dude is as bad as you say he is,” she says quietly.
One word comes to mind, ‘Shit!’
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The End
Afterword
Hello reader. I hope you enjoyed the experience of the book. I would value your feedback. Amazon is driven by reviews, so please leave one - especially if you liked it! Also, Amazon won’t tell you when my next book lands. The best way to find out is to follow me on my Amazon page or Facebook. Links are below.
As I stated before, I started writing to get the stories out of my head! I have had fun writing the book. There were some rough spots where the characters weren’t revealing what they planned to do. Since I’m a bit of a perv, I would usually start writing in some sex. You probably can’t tell, but I edited quite a bit of that out. One of my favorite authors, Marilyn Foxworthy, always says she doesn’t know what their characters will do until they do it. I always had trouble believing that until I started writing the first book. It was even more true in this one.
As this is my second book, my style is still developing. My editor has been having fits about my writing style. Apparently the dialog that I throw in messes with grammar conventions. I think I about gave her an aneurysm. The third book is already about one-quarter complete, and I expect this story will run to four books given the size of this book. I have wizardry, space adventure, supernatural stories in the queue, too.
I owe a lot to all of the sci-fi and fantasy authors I’ve read over the last 15 years. I’m a voracious reader, and only break from regular reading when work projects, music projects, or writing absorb my focus. I have William E. Brown,
Daniel Schinhofen, William D. Arand (AKA Randi Darren), Michael-Scott Earle, Jan Stryvant (AKA John Van Stry), Eden Redd, Marilyn Foxworthy, M Tefler, and Laurell K. Hamilton to thank for their plethora of wonderful harem / reverse-harem stories. They demonstrated to me how good fantasy and sci-fi stories can have sexy, or even smutty scenes, and unusual loving relationships all while still being a great story about real emotions with lots of action.
I’ve continued to create my own particular melange of influences mixed with folklore and my own original with twists on folklore. I went with genetic experiments with Sidhe by the Green Lords to create shifters. This resulted in Wolf Shifters, Naga, Night Hags, Valkyries, and the Nymphs all resulted from genetic experiments by the Green Lords. The Naga / Kali connection seemed obvious to me, and I don’t recall reading it anywhere else. I’ve got some more twists coming in book three.
A couple of other authors have influenced my ideas about writing. I love how P.S. Power mixes the fantastic with the everyday and makes it feel real. The sci-fi of Laurence Dahners uses a “what would happen if X were true” approach. Seeing the clip from Fred Rogers on PBS where he says the words I quote at the beginning of book led me to ask the question of “what would happen if love was a superpower.” That concept led to some interesting twists in fight scenes for Jack.
If you’re not familiar with authors I mentioned, I recommend them to you. I may create reference links in the future. I also recommend Eric Vall, Maxx Whittaker, Logan Jacobs, Cebelius, and Daniel Pierce...there are so many good authors. Hopefully I’ll work my way up to that level. In the meantime I appreciate your support and feedback.
I have done the Facebook and Patreon thing. In the past I posted teasers from this book on Patreon, but now I’ve started putting a new series up there. Originally it was planned to be a straight erotic story, but again the characters have begun indicating there might be supernatural elements. I won’t publish that series on Amazon until about six months after it’s complete to stay on my publisher’s good side. I’m maintaining a one premium post per month pace at the moment. If my patrons want more, then I’ll have to juggle.