Emperor Night (NTR)

9: Breeding

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Jonathan pushed open the door to Painsley's lab, immediately wrinkling his nose at the musky scent that permeated the air. The faen sorcerer was bent over a desk, scribbling notes while occasionally glancing at a vial of liquid.

"How'd the scouting go?" Jonathan asked, clearing his throat.

Painsley spun around in her chair, her green leotard riding up slightly. "Shit news, boss. We were too fucking late. The Blue Crests beat us to it. They've already moved into those fertile lands up north."

"How bad are we talking?"

"Pretty bad. They've got this absolute unit of a sorcerer leading them." Painsley stood up, gesturing with her hands to indicate size. "Dude's built like a brick shithouse. Shirtless too, showing off his muscles like some kind of sweaty MMA reject."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "You seem... detailed in your observation."

"Hey, I notice things, alright? Especially beastly muscles." Painsley's cheeks flushed slightly. "His name's Kordak. Can control metal or some shit. Makes these sharp pieces float around him like he's fucking Magneto."

"Great." Jonathan sighed. "So I'm guessing trying to move in there would mean—"

"Fighting the whole damn lizardfolk clan? Yeah." Painsley hopped onto her desk, legs swinging. "Blue Crests aren't fucking around. They've got the place locked down tight."

Jonathan thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, it's not ideal, but we've got Dormik's food production secured at least. That should keep us going for now."

"Oh?" Painsley's pointed ears perked up. "The farmers came through?"

"Yeah, Elder Aldo was... persuaded by Lily." Jonathan shook his head."

Painsley burst out laughing, nearly falling off her desk. "No fucking way! That stuck-up little fairy actually did something dirty?"

"She gave Aldo a handjob." Jonathan said, to secure the supplies. "Under the negotiating table, no less."

"Holy shit!" Painsley wiped tears from her eyes. "Little Miss 'I'm too good for this' wrapped her dainty hands around some old merchant's cock? Fuck me, I wish I could've seen her face. "Oh man." Painsley finally caught her breath, wiping away the last tears of laughter. "Speaking of dirty deals though – those goblins you negotiated with? They're settling in nicely. Already claiming those caves around the tower base."

Jonathan nodded. "How's that going?"

"Better than expected. Saikhi's been busy." Painsley grinned. "She's already found some willing volunteers for their little 'breeding program.' Half-dozen women, if you can believe it." She leaned forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "She's putting herself on the list too. Says it's for 're

As if to prove her point, two more goblins approached her, their intentions clear. Saikhi's eyes widened, but she made no move to stop them. Instead, she tried to continue her documentation.

"Group breeding sessions are—mmph!" Her words were cut off as one of the newcomers claimed her mouth, while another positioned himself beside the first.

Around the chamber, other women were similarly occupied. Some were clearly new to the experience, their surprised gasps and tentative movements betraying their inexperience. Others moved with more confidence, already familiar with their green-skinned partners.

"The females often—ngh!—develop preferences for specific males." Saikhi managed to get out during a brief respite. "Building recurring partnerships that—AH!—enhance breeding success rates."

Jonathan couldn't help but smile at her determination to keep documenting everything, even as she was clearly losing herself to pleasure. Her scholarly façade was crumbling with each thrust, her attempts at academic distance giving way to raw need.

"Master." she called out between partners, her glowing blue eyes finding his. "Are you... are you taking notes too? This is valuable... valuable research data..."

"I think you're doing enough note-taking for everyone," he replied, watching as another goblin eagerly took position. "Maybe focus on your 'research' for now."

"Yes... yes, of course." she moaned, her crimson skin flushed darker with arousal and embarrassment. "Must... must document everything... for science..."

Her words dissolved into incoherent pleasure as the goblins renewed their attentions, her last pretence of academic detachment finally shattering. The sound of her moans joined the symphony of pleasure echoing through the cave, a chorus of satisfaction that spoke more eloquently than any research notes could.

Saikhi's legs trembled as goblin after goblin finished inside her, adding to the growing pool of cum that leaked from her well-used pussy. Despite her state, she still managed to catch her breath enough to speak.

"The most fascinating aspect," she panted, "is how goblin reproduction works. They don't—ah!" She gasped as a fresh goblin took position. "They don't actually use the mother's genetics for the children."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"We're just—ngh!—vessels." Saikhi moaned, her large breasts bouncing with each thrust. "The females merely carry and nurture the young. The babies are pure goblin, regardless of the mother's race, though they have to be similar in build, like... humans, or faen, or ashborn"

She gripped her cushion tighter as the goblin picked up his pace. "Though sometimes—fuck!—sometimes the mother's features might show up. It's quite rare, but—OH!" Her explanation cut off as the goblin bottomed out inside her.

"Fascinating," Jonathan said, watching as his companion was filled with another load of goblin cum. "You're really taking your research seriously."

Saikhi could only nod, her eyes glazed with pleasure as yet another goblin took his place between her spread legs. The academic discussion would have to wait – she had more "data" to collect.

Painsley looked over at Jonathan from her position on all fours, three goblins already using her holes. "Fuck, you should probably head out, boss. We're gonna be—ah!—busy for a while."

Her eyes lit up as a particularly large goblin approached, his cock standing proud. "Oh fuck yes, come here big boy." She beckoned him closer with a crooked finger. "Show me what that monster can do."

The massive goblin grinned, positioning himself behind her while the others made space. Painsley's eyes rolled back as he pushed inside her elastic pussy, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure.

"Holy shit," she moaned. "Now that's what I call a proper fucking. See you later, boss—AH!"

Her goodbye was cut short as the goblin began pounding her in earnest, reducing her words to incoherent cries of ecstasy.

Jonathan left them to it.