Goblin Breeder Novels & Stories

This made him reach the high level easily. Now, he needed some energy to level up. Kobolds wasn't enough, he also needed a goblin here or the other monsters. He needs the soul of orcs and kobolds to reach the evolution requirements. He was quite surprised by the numbers of kobolds. He estimated that their total number was above two hundred. This number surprised him. This exceeded the number of what a low-level dungeon could hold. But what surprised him most were the goblins. The number of goblins exceeded the number of kobolds. As expected of a goblin, their fertility rate was higher than any ordinary monster. The only problem was that it wasn't that of a great fighter.

Her cold face cracked into a smile and my blood ran dry. She was smiling but my heart squeezed at the evil that reflected in them. "You are here because my husband needs a breeder," She said so calmly, I could have sworn the woman I was looking at and the one speaking were two different people because how did she sound so calm when she looked so scary? "Do you know what a breeder is Avalyn?" Again I shook my head first before replying. "Umm... No?" What was a breeder? My heart sank deep in my stomach as I remembered the tales of those who had found themselves in werewolf territory and how they never returned.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

"The day Lord Xandros gets married to Lady Maren, your real duty starts. Lady Maren can't give birth, but there have to be someone to take over the throne. That's why you'll breed for him." "Are you- Are you fvcking kidding me?"

“No, my king. I only wished to advise you on the preparations for a breeder Incase one is being brought here.” I faced him then, my expression flat. “Keep your advice to yourself and leave. Now.” He didn’t argue. He saw something in my face that told him the conversation was over. He backed out quickly, bowing a final time before the door clicked shut. I stayed where I was, eyes fixed on the wolves below. I would find a breeder. I would create an heir. I had to do it before the curse finished its work, before the heat in my blood turned me into something I could no longer control.

He crumpled the report in his fist and tossed it aside. “Let me be very clear with you,” he hissed, stepping closer until I could smell the cigar smoke clinging to his suit. “The only reason I married you was to produce an heir. A strong son who will inherit my empire and secure my bloodline against every enemy waiting to tear us apart.” His hand shot out, gripping my chin and tilting my face up to meet his eyes. “You're not my wife. You're not my partner. You're a breeding vessel, got that?!…”

"Yes. I saw that the spiders' numbers are indeed big and may be causing an imbalance in the forest. We will need to cull their numbers. Maybe the goblins would be interested…" Erik said and stood thinking about the 'problem' in hands. The goblins had a ritual where their young had to kill a beast to be accepted as adults in their society. And maybe, just maybe, they would be interested in using the acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest as a means to an end. Of course that the goblin to do the kill would have the rights to claim the corpse as theirs, but that was no problem. Erik was brought out of his thinking line by a noise. He looked at the entrance to the main chamber and saw Selena. She

But the goblin was ugly. His head was squat and a slight divide in the skull made him look like a dragon’s head stitched unceremoniously to the body of a dwarf. His complexion was as brown as a nut, his skin tough in texture and coarse to look at. A golden tooth peeked from inside the thick heavy lips under a nose that looked like a flared-up firework. Broot took his hat down and arched forward in greeting. A soft ‘master’ escaped his lips and Mordant looked up from his copy of the dawn.

When they passed next to a forest, Rhobart suddenly said, “I just remembered a shortcut to the Hammer Clan. By late afternoon tomorrow, we will be reunited with the others.” “You do know shortcuts are often dangerous,” Ayla commented. “Not as dangerous as your tea.” Ayla glared at him, and he cleared his throat. “See those mountains?” he asked while pointing at the horizon. “There is a path between them. Normally it is not dangerous, but sometimes goblins will try to attack travelers who are foolish enough to get close to their cave.” Goblins were small humanoid creatures with green, leathery skin that offered some protection against the weather and weapons. They were very agile and preferre

Stalls lined the walls, selling everything from enchanted weapons to bottled emotions to something that looked disturbingly like human teeth. And everywhere, watching from the shadows, were the goblins. They weren't the cute, mischievous creatures of children's stories. These were beings that had evolved in darkness, with too-large eyes and too-sharp teeth and fingers that seemed to have one too many joints. They moved through the crowd with the confidence of predators in their own territory. "Sterling." The voice came from a stall near the entrance, where a goblin in a surprisingly well-tailored suit was examining what appeared to be a collection of shrunken heads. "We've been expecting you