I awoke in the morning to soft voices in the living room. It seemed the rest of my guests had woken up, and were milling about, talking to each other.

I looked down to see the smaller woman asleep in my arms, her head on my chest, with a leg hooked over mine. She looked adorable as she slept. Unfortunately, I had to disturb her, as I needed to use the restroom.

“Gruldia? Gruldia, you need to wake up,” I said in a low tone while gently shaking her.

“No… I just got comfy on a bear. Soft and furry and warm,” she murmured and squeezed me tightly.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Gruldia. Time to get up, sweetheart. Your bear needs to go to the bathroom,” I said, with a little more urgency.

Her eyes fluttered open, her violet irises striking in the low light of my room. “Huh? Wha? Where am I? What happened? Ivor?” she asked, starting to panic.

“Calm down. You’re okay. It’s morning and you’re in my room. Everyone else has gotten up, and they seem to be relaxing. Everything is okay, I promise,” I said, smiling at her.

“Are you sure everything is okay? I didn’t… you know,” she trailed off, looking rather uncomfortable. “Take advantage of you?” she whispered.

I chuckled softly. “No. You didn’t take advantage of me. I promise,” I said, confused.

“So… I didn’t have sex with you?” she asked.

“Gruldia? What is the last thing you remember?” I asked warily.

“Falling asleep on the couch. We were talking and you just felt so comfortable and warm that I simply passed out. The wine definitely helped. Why?” she asked.

I stared at her for a moment and sighed. The truth was always best. “You didn’t take advantage of me, but I fear I might’ve taken advantage of you. You say you remember nothing after falling asleep next to me, but you woke up when I picked you up…” I relayed the entire night to her, as best as I could remember. Our conversations, what exactly we did, everything.

I felt so horrible.

“Oh. I guess I may have been a little tipsy, then. No worries!” she said cheerfully.

“No worries? You don’t understand, Gruldia. I absolutely have worries and concerns,” I said.

“What do you mean? If you and I enjoyed it, why worry?” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

“In Human society, last night was a crime.” I said, and her eyes grew wide. “I was certain you were sober and in control of your faculties.” I closed my eyes, draping my arm over my face, fighting the warring emotions within. “I should have never suggested you sleep in my room, or show me what I didn’t see at the Temple. Gods, I’m a fool,” I said, sighing.

Gruldia responded by hugging me tightly, and then climbed up on top of me, settling on my chest, her legs hugging me. She leaned down, her left nipple brushing my lips, and I tasted her sweet milk again. Involuntarily, I opened my mouth, and she pressed her tit firmly against my lips.

“That’s better. Drink up, and let me speak before you go hurting your own feelings about last night, okay?” she asked.

I nodded, and did as I was told. Can’t deny I wanted what she was offering.

“Now. I wasn’t drunk. Not at all. It would have taken two or three bottles of wine to get me drunk. No, what happened was you triggered my breeding instincts. Nobody was at fault. Like all Breeders, I don’t really remember what happened after I got triggered. It’s a natural part of Goblin psychology. It helps us forget the trauma that is usually common during Breeding. Not every time will be like that. You and I may come together and have sex without triggering it. I will absolutely cherish those times, Ivor. Especially if, as you say and are alluding to, you are developing feelings for this old Gobbo,” she said with a grin.

She pulled back and her thick nipple slipped from my hungry mouth, and I swallowed the creamy treat. “Are you certain, Gruldia? If we become something more than simple lovers, I don’t want to beat myself up over this if and when it happens again,” I said softly.

In response, she slid herself down and kissed me deeply, her plump lips feeling divine across mine. “Yes, Ivor. I’m certain. Now,” she sat up and patted my chest, “Let’s get up, get dressed and go meet our friends. Okay?”

I smiled in spite of myself. “Alright, little darlin. Let’s do that,” I said, and lifted her up by the waist, setting her down on the floor. I swung my legs over the side and stretched, feeling delightfully sore.

She stood there, clothes in hand, her pupils beginning to dilate. “Godsdammit. I’m getting horny again. I’m going to the bathroom to dress,” she said, obviously frustrated.

I sighed as I watched her leave. A relationship with her would absolutely be fun, but it would take some getting used to. A thought occurred to me as I began to put my socks on. We would absolutely reek of sex. A shower would absolutely be necessary.

“Gruldia?” I asked aloud. “There’s something we need to consider.”

“What’s...hah…that?” she asked, and I knew what she was doing.

I opened the bathroom door to find her pleasuring herself. “We need a shower, darlin. With the sheer amount of sex we had last night? I’m surprised that they haven’t noticed as they walked by my door.”

She stopped and stared at me. “How many times?”

“Six or seven. Not to mention you getting off just before passing out. I was just going to hold you, but your body had other ideas. Like now,” I said, pointedly looking at her hand.

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She giggled and blushed. “That obvious? Well, I suppose a shower would be a good idea. You probably have dried milk in your hair, and I know I have dried cum everywhere. Let’s go,” she said, halting her ministrations.

I nodded, and turned on the shower, stepping in. Gruldia followed me, and she had extreme difficulty focusing on the shower.

“You didn’t finish, did you?” I asked.

She looked up at me, her red hair plastered to her scalp. The water was cascading down her soft body enticingly, and she had her lower lip clenched between her teeth as she shook her head slowly.

I knelt in front of her and caressed her cheek, then cupped her chin. “Would you like to?” I asked.

She nodded, and I did as she desired.

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Forty-five minutes later, we emerged, satisfied and clean. We toweled off together, and I helped brush her hair, and she braided my beard.

“There. Now you look more like a warrior. I’ll be out in a moment. Go get yourself dressed,” she said and shooed me out of the bathroom.

I smiled and walked out, drying myself off. I sat on the bed and wondered at the twist my life had taken in two short days.

Yanked from my world by an irritated Kobold, shown around a massive, semi-intelligent complex by an Orc, met my patron deity, had been operated on by what I could only call a slime, been enticed (and eventually succumbed to that enticement) by one of the sexiest Goblins I’d ever seen, eaten extra-terrestrial food, and met a galactic neighbor.

What more could the universe have in store for me?

Apparently, a lot more, as Gruldia walked out of the bathroom, cleaned, dried and dolled up, and I had to move quickly to cover myself again.

She giggled and looked at my tented towel. “Is that for me? You shouldn’t have!”

“Har har…. Let me get dressed, and we will go out to meet our friends, yeah?” I said.

“Okay. I’ll wait here,” she replied and hopped up onto my bed, swinging her little legs.

I quickly dressed, and held out my hand for her. She took it and gracefully slid off the bed, and we walked out the door.

“About damn time you two finished. Could hear you two all night long. How much stamina have you got, man? Anyway, glad to know it’s you and not some feckless asshole that’ll just flit through her life,” Bel’Chazz said. He walked closer and laid his hand on Gruldia’s shoulder. “She needs a good, steady man in her life,” -he looked up at me- “and I’m glad it’s you, kid.” He smiled, then. A real, genuine smile, evoking a level of warmth and care I didn’t know he had in him.

Gruldia blushed and gripped my hand tighter, and I turned red. Starene drifted out of the hallway, yawning.

“Bel’Chazz is right, guys. I’ve known Gruldia almost as long as Mil’Grash has. Ivor, you had better treat her well. You two are loud,” she said, sitting on the back of the couch.

“Speaking o’ Millie, she must have slept like the dead. Ain’t heard nothing of her yet,” Bel’Chazz groused.

“That’s because she’s been in the kitchen drinking decaf coffee this whole time, Belly,” came an irritated voice from behind us.

“Yeah. She’s been in here with me,” said a familiar voice.

“Looks like everyone is here, then. Let’s see what I can get us whipped up for breakfast. Come on, y’all. “ I suggested, still holding Gruldia’s hand.

“You can cook?” she asked, looking up at me.

“Yep. Pretty much anything you’d like. Just ask Bel’Chazz how my cooking is,” I said, smiling at the way her ears twitched.

She smiled and clutched my arm to her chest, giggling happily. “That’s so awesome. I’ve not had someone want to cook for me in ages,” she said.

“Looks like I’m cooking breakfast, then.” I said, then leaned close to Gruldia and murmured, “And I’ll cook your eggs every morning after I scramble them the night before.”

She turned a brilliant shade and excused herself to the table, her ears vibrating happily. Freyr suppressed a laugh and smiled at me.

“So! How does everyone like their eggs?” I asked.

After getting everyone’s order, I fried up a mess of eggs, sausage, hash browns, biscuits and gravy, and set the food at the table, and we sat down to eat, laughing and talking for a couple more hours.

“Well, I need to get myself to work. Thanks to our newest arrival, I’ve got some paperwork to get caught up on,” Mil’Grash said contentedly.

“Yeah, the wife and kids probably wanna know where I am. You should come visit sometime, kid. I think the whole colony would like you,” Bel’Chazz said with a yawn.

“Doc will want to see me about some project, I’m sure. Thank you for the hospitality, Ivor. It really means a lot,” Starene said, flitting up from the table.

“You and I have a meeting with the other gods, Son. I hope you’re ready. Gruldia? You wanna come along?” Freyr ventured.

“Um… Am I allowed? I mean, I’m not allowed in the Council Chambers. I’m only a Cleric,” she said nervously.

“Who said anything about the Council Chambers? We are having this meeting in the Hall of The Gods. It’s standard protocol, and I doubt there would be any issue with you attending. Even Byron and Bailey are going,” Freyr replied.

“They are? Speaking of, where are they? I’ve not seen them for a while,” I said as I looked around.

“They’re still in their room, Ivor. They have plenty of food and water, their poop is constantly removed, and you designed what amounts to basically a theme park for them. It’s the only room in this entire demiplane that just changes its decor frequently. I still don’t know how you managed that, Son. It’s quite impressive,” he said.

“Huh. I’d no idea they were that enthralled. Well Gruldia, do you want to come with me, or is there something vital awaiting you at the Temple?” I asked, smiling at the smaller woman.

She smiled impishly, biting her lower lip. “Yeah. I’ll come with you, Ivor.”

“Excellent. When is the meeting, Freyr?” I asked.

“In about ten minutes. Go get everything ready,” he said.

I got up and set the dishes in the sink, then gave my new friends hugs (even Bel’Chazz!) and saw them off. I popped into the living room and gathered up the carrying pouch I’d made, and opened the door to the boys’ room slowly.

“Hey guys! Y’all ready to go to the meeting?” I excitedly called out.

I was answered by a pair of soft squeaks from somewhere in the corner. As I watched, my boys came bounding out from what looked like a dollhouse across a veritable field of toys. They reached my foot, and stood up on their hind legs, reaching out.

I knelt, extending my hand, and they climbed up, darting up my shoulder to inspect the new smells they undoubtedly found. While they explored, I opened the flap to their carrier, and looked over at Freyr and Gruldia.

“You two as ready as these guys?” I asked.

Gruldia reached up and took my hand in hers, kissing it gently. I shivered involuntarily, smiling at the memory of those delightfully, sinfully plump lips.

Freyr grinned and motioned towards the door. “Shall we?”