Crypt Crawlers - Goblin Season

The Crypt Crawlers - Goblin Season
Tags/Cautions:
Male/Male (Trap/Trap)
Mpreg
Oral
Anal
Human/Goblin
Size Difference
Cumflation (Light)
Kissing
Cuddling
Established Relationship
Smaller Dominant
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The maze of caverns, sewers, crypts, catacombs and long-buried ruins beneath Omegholm bore many different names. The Dark, the Everdeep, the Tunnels, the Kingdom of Worms, and countless more. Few except the boldest or the most foolhardy ventured down below the streets, for it was well-known that the planar quirks of Omegholm were particularly strong there. The tunnels were larger from within than they might appear to an observer of the floating isles which contained them from without, and an unwitting traveler could easily get lost. Worst still, the Everdeep abounded with all manner of dangers; ancient traps, guardian constructs, restless dead and monsters from the portals that sprang up even down here. Few had mapped the doorways that opened in the dark, but it was said that they led to some of the darker places of the multiverse. Gloamnull, Gloomwrought and Moil, the Shadowfell, the Infernum, the Underdarks of a thousand times a thousand worlds, all of these and more were whispered to be accessible through the portals of the Kingdom of Worms.

But, in this eternal night, one lone figure wandered with seeming impunity. Cloaked from head to toe in an all-shrouding hooded robe, it bore a lantern of some unearthly red metal, lit from within by a black candle that burned with a sickly green witchlight. The alien shadows it cast danced upon the walls, the floor and the ceiling, a macabre reel to some ghostly music as the lantern-bearer move like a ghost across the floor.

As the light illuminated a wall where bones jutted obscenely from the very stone, the hooded figure stopped. Casting about for the presence of a spy, it reached with gloved hand for the single human skull at the center of the macabre frieze. No sooner had the lantern-bearer inserted a finger into each eye-socket than the wall began to rumble, sliding away to reveal a chamber behind it. Without hesitation, the mysterious figure slipped inside, allowing the door to slam shut behind them.

Now that he was safely home in what the Crypt Crawlers affectionately dubbed "the Pit", Azazel heaved a sigh of relief. Sealing the lantern, he followed the glowstones into the light of the converted ruins beyond, where he and his partners had chosen to live below the mean streets of Omegholm.

However, as he silently stepped through what was their living room, he furrowed his brow in confusion; where was everyone? The place was silent as the proverbial tomb, with only the soft background noises of the Everdeep to clash against his own heartbeat.

"Where is everyone? Iimen? Senga? Xulgos? Girls, are you here?" He called.

"They're all out. It's just you and me tonight, pale-skin," came a voice from deeper within the chambers. Husky yet sensual, sweet and yet rough, it rolled over Azazel's ears like smoke and honey, making him smile with relief.

"Ah, there you are, Zix. What happened? Why are you all alone?" he asked, already following the goblin's voice to his personal nook. The door to what they guessed had once been a storeroom was ajar, and he swung it open before pressing boldly inside. What he found there, though, took his breath away.

Zix's bedchambers were as opulent as the goblin could make it, with scavenged furniture and a small shrine to the Jade Lotus surrounding a bed made up mostly of various looted materials; scraps of silken dresses torn from the zombified remains of dead brides, the pelts of giant rats, fur wraps made from the abdomens of giant hairy spiders. But none of these compared to the form of the scandalously unclad goblin lounging atop a rag-draped old crate.

At three and a half feet tall, Zix was of average height for a goblin. Though smaller than an human man, his proportions made his adulthood clear. Long, shapely, supple limbs flexed as the goblin shifted atop his seat, working his pose into something more sharply aimed to seduce. Something made easy by his lack of dress; apart from his ever-present array of bangles, rings, anklets and necklaces, Zix was naked and unashamed.

Lithe and girlish of frame, his flat, masculine chest stood in sharp contrast to the all-too-womanly pronounced curves of his hips. Even seated, the way he sat gave a clue to the ripe roundness of his perky bubble-butt, a posterior that many a lady of the night would have paid dearly to have for herself.

Dumbstruck, Azazel's eyes slid down over dainty thighs, following them to surprisingly delicate-looking feet, each perfectly formed little toe capped with a short, sharply tipped claw of ebon-black. A sharp snap of the fingers drew the human's eyes back up the goblin's body, across that beautifully androgynous expanse of verdant green flesh to a face that he could only call "adorable", even if it was a term that its owner would have bitten him to hear.

Zix's pixie-ish nose wrinkled as he smiled, plump, pouty black lips curling wide to hint at the sharp teeth within. Long, girlish fingers with their carefully short-cut claws flicked a lock of stray black and gray-mottled hair behind one twitching, elongated ear. Eyes the color of honey glinted behind a mask of freckles as the goblin spoke at last, finally deigning to answer Azazel's question.

"Why, so you and I can have some privacy, of course," he chuckled, that rough-yet-sweet voice making Azazel shudder.

"P-privacy? Whatever for?" the human asked, confusion and arousal warring for dominance. The goblin warlock could be, in many ways, the most outrageously flirtatious of his partners, but this was unusual even for Zix.

"Silly human, you've forgotten, haven't you?" Zix grinned toothily, waving one dainty finger in reproach. "Today is going to be the day I breed with you."

Azazel's heart skipped a beat, embarrassment and desire warring within him. "You mean you were serious about that?! I thought you were joking!"

Again, the goblin simply chuckled. "The others might have been, but I wasn't. Come now, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You confessed to us all that you found pregnancy arousing, that you wanted to make a family with us..."

Azazel hung his head sheepishly. "Yes, that's true..."

"Come now," Zix said, impatience coloring his words. "Don't tell me you are ashamed of your feelings? Human nonsense... why, there's not a goblin alive who cannot appreciate the beauty of a belly ripe and heavy with life."

"It's not that!" Azazel blurted. "It's just... I thought you didn't want this? That's why you came to me, instead of staying in Goblin Town," he pointed out.

Zix sighed, the flamboyant exhalation of the long-suffering. "I don't want to become some goblin's broodmare, no," he agreed. "Letting some oversexed idiot and his bully-boys drag me around by the hair and fill me full of babies without a moment for my feelings would be intolerable. That is why I pursued the path of the Bloomsinger. But that does not mean I can't enjoy the idea of a family... merely that I want it to be on my terms."

Hooded eyes smoldered like candles, making Azazel swallow a lump that suddenly stuck in his throat.

"And that is why I have chosen you... now, come! I have read the signs, made my offerings. My womb growls in its hunger, and you, my oversized pet, shall sate its appetite. Now, off with that ridiculous outfit of yours! Or I will take it from you," Zix purred, one hand pressed to his belly, the other flexing its fingers so that the light glinted with menace off of his claws.

The human swallowed. He could back out at this moment... but, he knew Zix made no threats he didn't intend to keep. And, truth be told, he wanted this... he merely couldn't stop caring about his lovers enough to keep him from trying to sabotage their plans. It was a bad habit, one they were patiently trying to break him of.

Decision made, he began to strip down, peeling away the layers of his robe and draping them against a convenient bit of rubbish for safe-keeping.

From his perch, Zix licked his lips hungrily as his lover's body was unveiled. If he lived to be a hundred and twenty, he'd never understand human ideals of beauty, not after learning that Azazel would be considered ugly by most of his own people. He thought the necromancer was beautiful... long, supple limbs, smooth and hairless skin, the right blending between womanly curves and masculine edges to make any goblin hot and bothered. A long, delicate, wineglass flute of neck led to a gentle chin, sharper than a woman's but without the heavy ruggedness that was typical of a man's - Zix knew many goblins found that bulky, edgy look of human men to be alluring, but he couldn't understand the appeal. Tall like only a human could be, six foot three he was almost half again the goblin's height. Skin pale as marble glimmered beneath the torchlight, cheeks red as blood as the ever-shy necromancer blushed at Zix's leer. From beneath a veil of soft, girlish eyelashes, rose-pink eyes glanced back at Zix, the mark of a true albino.

"Very good, my sweet. Now, on the bed; let me be your guide into the pleasures of fatherhood," the goblin purred, finally deigning to shift his legs and expose his maleness. Almost outlandishly large compared to the rest of his body, at almost a foot in length, it was Zix's pride; far too many goblins lost the duels for pleasure and status in Goblin Town, their manhoods shrinking away into either useless toys or until they disappeared entirely as they become little more than cum-obsessed baby-factories for their domineering studs. To still bare his full majesty marked him as special, an individual to be feared and respected amongst his own kind.

And to see Azazel's reaction, trembling in desire as his own surprisingly ample cock rose to attention, was a personal delight. He watched as the human slipped past him, allowing Azazel to boldly fondle the goblin's cock in passing, grinning toothily and enjoying the view. Yes, as far as he was concerned, Azazel had all the most attractive features of a human and a goblin. He could stand to fill out that rear of his a little more... but, the goblin could attend to that another time.

Unaware of the thoughts running through his boifriend's head, Azazel made himself comfortable upon Zix's bed, thighs spread and dick jutting towards the ceiling as he waited for his lover to approach.

He didn't have long to wait. He shivered as Zix's fingers traced patterns up the inside of his thighs, claws caressing soft flesh. The goblin cupped his balls in one hand, the other rising to stroke Azazel's cock. Honey-gold eyes gleamed, afire with lust, and neither needed to say anything in that moment. Those dainty lips parted as Zix opened his mouth wide, letting that alarmingly long tongue spill forth.

Azazel quaked as warm, wet flesh slurped up the underside of his shaft, Zix licking him from balls to crown in a single mighty stroke. His fingers clutched at the bedding as the goblin assaulted him mercilessly, deft tongue twisting and twirling in a way he was sure no human whore could ever hope to match. Zix licked teasingly at the human's cumslit, running spirals across his glans until he was playing with the very rim, peeling away the foreskin with just his tongue alone before gliding down.

This was old hat to the two of them. In fact, this was how their first sexual forays had begun, playing with hands and mouths before moving on to the wider world of sexual play. At any other time, Zix could have easily sucked Azazel dry, and they both knew it.

But that wasn't his goal this time... As the goblin wrapped his mouth around Azazel's balls, easily engulfing them, the human moaned blissfully at the strong, lusty suckling he was getting. He swore he could feel his nuts churning, swelling with seed in response to Zix's ministrations, filling up for a proper breeding session.

And the goblin could feel it too. Azazel groaned in longing as Zix pulled away, looking up into his diminutive lover's toothsome grin.

"There, there; we can play around later. But, now is the time for serious work..."

Rising from his crouch, Zix stalked forward, lithe frame moving with the grace of a cat, his own engorged cock brushing teasingly as the spittle-slickened skin of Azazel's newly lubed member. Straddling the human's waist, the goblin smirked at him, slowly squatting down...

Azazel hissed in frustration as he felt the heat from the goblin's puffy butthole washing over the tip of his cock, a second before it pressed its soft, velvety flesh against him... at just the wrong angle. It slid up past the humanoid's breeding hole and wedged itself in his generous ass-cleavage. Warm, firm flesh engulfed him, squeezing together as Zix clenched his buttocks, grinning mischievously all the while.

"Whoops! Clumsy me; however did that happen?" Zix chuckled, dragging himself back up with exquisite slowness, wringing a blissful groan from his human plaything. With a show of aiming himself that made his own balls sway like a set of ripe plums, Zix dropped down again... and missed once more.

Another slow, almost torturous grinding of cock through butt-crack ensued, and then a third before Azazel could bear it no more. "Come on already! I'm going to end up cumming all over your back if you don't put it in!" he snapped, trying to glower up at the goblin despite being almost too horny to think straight.

"So impatient... but, I supposed I'm the same," Zix confessed with a chuckle. This time, when he sank down, Azazel could feel himself slipping inside. As it had in the last few times they had done this, the goblin's asshole stretched open without a hint of protest, welcoming him into warm, surprisingly wet depths. A faint slurping sound made it to his ears as Zix wriggled and squirmed, twisting this way and that to drive the human cock deeper inside of himself, his own cock bouncing and dribbling hot precum on Azazel's belly.

"Oh, yes... mmm, human cock feels so good. Do I feel good to you, sweet thing? I've been off my medicine for over a week now, waiting for this time... my womb's hungry, you see, so very hungry. It wants to make babies - strong, healthy, half-human babies," Zix purred.

Having hilted himself, the goblin wriggled extravagantly, arching his back with a purr of delight. Beneath him, the human groaned, instinctively thrusting his hips up into the willing goblin. Leaning forward as far as he could go, Zix's hands just managed to rest on Azazel's chest, claws tracing soft patterns on the albino's pale skin.

"Yes... come on, love of mine. You're young and strong and virile... surely, you can give me at least two cute little hobgoblins to start our family, hmm?"

In response, Azazel's hands gripped Zix by his breeder's hips, using them as handles to help him fuck the goblin's ass with renewed vigor. Zix gasped in shock, caught off guard by this sudden surge in aggression, but then giggled with glee.

"Oh, ho! Somebody likes the sound of that! Well, come on, big boy - if you can get that fired up, then you can give me a proper first litter!"

The room resounded with the cries of their lovemaking, the meaty slapping of flesh on flesh undercut by pants and grunts, groans of pleasure, and occasional bursts of dialogue. At some point, desperate to catch up with his boifriend's efforts to milk his cock dry, Azazel reached up and grabbed the goblin's cock, caressing it in vague time with his thrusts, eliciting a girlish squeal of pleasure from his lover.

"Th-that's not... oh, gods! H-h-here I...!"

With a great shriek, the goblin arched his back and erupted, thick ropes of seed spraying from his cock and stringing themselves across his human boytoy's chest and face. At the same time, his ass clenched down tighter than ever, long-submerged breeder's instincts exploding to milk a hearty load of seed from the soon-to-be father of his future children.

Cock caught in what might have been a silken vice, the musk of goblin cum filling his nostrils, the last vestiges of control snapped in Azazel's mind. With his own throaty bellow of triumph, he thrust himself as deep into the coal-crushing grip of his goblin's ass and let fly. Trapped without any hope of escape, the human's seed flooded into Zix's waiting boi-pussy, gushing inexorably into his waiting womb.

Clutching each other for dear life, the human and the goblin gasped, moaned and shuddered their way through mutual orgasm, finally spilled the last of their seed before collapsing bonelessly into Zix's bed.

The goblin lay there, face buried into Azazel's chest, panting like a dog and ears twitching as he tried to process what had been his most intense orgasm ever. He could hear Azazel's heart pounding like an orcish war-drum, and he pressed a hand to it in instinctive, almost childish caution, worried that it might hammer its way right out of the human's slender chest.

But, inevitably, it slowed, the puffing human slowly winding his arms around his smaller lover. "That was.. was..."

"Incredible? Divine? Earth-shakingly hot?" Zix cheerfully supplied.

"Yes!" Azazel gasped, a strangled laugh puffing between tired lips.

The cheeky goblin tilted his head, lips pouting expectantly, and Azazel craned forward until he could meet them without having to pull Zix free of his cock. Soft and tender they kissed, releasing each other only when the aches in their backs demanded it before lying comfortably in place again.

After a minute or two, Zix slowly pulled free of his human lover's cock, the goblin's superior boi-cunt clamping shut so as not to spill a drop of precious seed as he wriggled further up Azazel's torso and laid there on his back.

Smiling proudly, Azazel carefully rested a tender palm on Zix's visibly swollen stomach. "So... do you think it took?" he asked, trying to sound conversational.

"I'm certain of it," Zix replied proudly, wriggling a little as the human stroked the sensitive skin of his belly.

Azazel amused himself by rubbing his boifriend's belly for a minute, then allowed his hand to creep lower. "So... does this have to get smaller now?" he asked cautiously, stroking the goblin's now-flaccid cock with one finger.

Zix chuckled warmly and shook his head. "Nope. Takes a special kind of mindset during sex to make a goblin boi turn into a girl. It's easier when you knock one up, of course, but you and I have the wrong sort of relationship for it to happen. You're stuck with me the way I am forever. Just with a big ol' baby belly added on top."

"That's it?" Azazel asked, quite relieved at this news.

"Well... I could maybe grow some tits in, if you really wanted," Zix conceded.

Now it was Azazel's turn to chuckle. "That's something we'll need to talk about. Right now, I like you just the way you are."

Zix contentedly snuggled in closer, rolling half-over so he could steal a kiss. Snuggled together like that, it was another minute or so before Azazel asked, "So, just how big is a 'proper litter of hobgoblins', anyway?"

"Oh, three or four," Zix mumbled sleepily. He hated to admit it, but a nice post-coital cuddlefest always made him drowsy. "...Maybe five or six, depending on the parents," he finally confessed.

"Ah-huh..." Azazel replied. Well, it wasn't as if he hadn't known what he was getting in for.

He should have let it go there, but there was just one final thing he had to know. "So, when are the others supposed to be back?"

Zix shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno," he replied. Then, his ear twitched and he frowned, pushing half-off of Azazel's chest to listen to something. "Well, sooner than I expected, sounds like," he amended himself.

Pushing up slightly from the bed, Azazel listened to the steadily growing cacophony. The susurrus of scales on stones, intermingled with three different kinds of footsteps, and four feminine voices chattering indeterminably. A mighty belch and a hyena-like laugh, followed by the sounds of scolding, made him sigh and shake his head, smiling to himself. "We're going to be one crazy family..." he quipped.

"And you wouldn't change it for an emperor's ransom," Zix retorted.

"No. No, I would not," Azazel replied.