[v2] – In which Diana Artemis, the strongest, kindest, and most adult of her sisters, is quite convinced she did nothing wrong

~~** Interlude | Diana Artemis **~~

It felt good being an adult goblin at last. After getting to enjoy what all the other adult goblins get to, I had taken a nice long nap and then woke up absolutely starving for something freshly killed and bloody. Knowing that Husband doesn't care for bloody meat, I figured I'd go hunting for me first, and then bring something back to give him to eat. Maybe then we could do more of that thing that was so much fun last night.

When I came back to Goblinhome later than I should have, after eating far more meat than I thought I could. I went directly to my cave-hole only to find that Husband was no longer there, only Orchid and Lilac who were playing checkers at the table on the ground floor. Figuring he might have gone back to his cave-hole to take a bath, since he liked to keep his body clean, I found that he had returned there, only… he had sealed himself away from us in his smaller cave-hole he used for sleeping.

Vera was the first to notice that it was sealed up, pointing at the door that was usually wide open now being filled with a block of thick and solid stone. Vera's attempts to use her picture magic to open it were all unsuccessful. She had tried asking Glace to use her magic to open it, but that too was met with failure.

I didn't think of it as being much of a big deal. After all, I had heard many stories of Husband giving the other adult goblins his seed-stick and leaving them with legs like reeds for a whole day. Since I am a much stronger goblin than most of the other adults, maybe I had done that to Husband and he didn't want to appear weak in front of the others?

I was a little bit disappointed since I wanted to have more fun with Husband, but it's not like he was going anywhere. He'd have to come out of his room to eat and use the shit-pit eventually, so I would be patient until then.

I visited Berry at her cave-hole and wound up giving her the excess raw meat I had brought back from my hunt. There was no point in letting it go to waste if Husband wasn't going to receive it. Berry was eating for two right now, which meant I would soon have a new sister from the same maker as myself. I also thought it would be good to talk with her for a while, since thanks to her teaching me about how strong-ones were made with Husband, I was confidently able to enjoy myself with him last night.

"Berry, I brought you some fresh meat."

"You didn't have to... What kind is it?"

"Many horns. I ate more than I should have after hunting it, but there is still much of the side and neck meat left. It will be good for you to eat it and make my sister strong."

"Many horns? Prima's said that's not an easy beast to hunt. And the hard ones to hunt are always tasty! I'm glad I made a strong-one like you, Diana Artemis."

Yes, my maker was always telling me how happy and proud of me she was, even though now I am an adult like her and no longer her strong-one. Berry might be one of the weaker goblins in the tribe, but she did do her best to take care of me from the moment I came into the world until I was able to prove myself capable of taking care of myself and moving into my own cave-hole (with Orchid and Lilac).

"Do you want to trade that many horns meat for red water instead of just giving it to me?"

Berry was, at a deeper level, more of a goblin than I was when it came to accepting things for free. Husband called it kindness and was always excited to see me do that for the other goblins, both adults and especially my younger sisters. But kindness wasn't something properly aligned with the goblin way. Of course, for Berry, aside from making blue water, red water, and foraging for berries, she didn't have much else worth trading for with. In a way, I guess it was her pride as a Bloodmaw that made her want to trade with me now that I was no longer her strong-one living in the same cave-hole as she did.

I was my own adult goblin now, and she was among the first to recognize that fact. Something I hope Husband can do now, since I've proven myself to be one to him.

"I still have a full jar of red water in my cave-hole from last time."

I would have accepted it, but Berry makes the stuff faster than I can drink it. I definitely like the red water she makes far more than that bitter tasting blue water.

She giggled.

"Maybe you'd rather have some milkies?"

Hmm.

"Deal." I found myself quickly agreeing.

It had been a while since I had enjoyed the taste of Berry's milkies. Sometimes Husband would come to visit Berry in her cave-hole before I moved out and we would both drink from them at the same time. Husband even told me secretly that the best tasting milkies in the tribe belonged to Berry, and that the closest second to them, which was far, far away, belonged to Pear.

I wondered if, when the time came for me to make milkies, would Husband think mine tasted as good as Berry's since she was my maker goblin? As it stood now, my body, which was still in the midst of my first Blood Fury, was growing bigger every day and would soon be over. My milkies right now were almost as big as Berry's were, too.

Berry went to the wall-space between her inner cave-hole and what was once mine and took a seat. That was also the place where she would often sit on the lap of Husband, and now that I knew things that adult goblins did, I understood that she was probably enjoying his seed-stick at those times.

Not that I'm upset to know that now. Whenever Husband would come over, Berry was always in a good mood for a long time afterwards.

Even though I was slightly taller and definitely stronger than Berry, she had me sit on her lap to enjoy drinking her milkies. She also let me touch her big belly, which my newest sister was currently growing inside of. I also talked with her about finally being able to claim Husband's seed-stick, and how great it felt to have a belly filled with big-seed.

She asked me many questions about how my body felt, but my answers led her to telling me that I most likely did not have a strong-one growing inside of me. I didn't have any reason to not believe her words, since while she had me the day after receiving Husband's big-seed for the first time, she's properly experiencing making her second strong-one for over a moon right now.

I was a bit sad to think that I wasn't going to have a strong-one of my own as soon as she had, but at the same time, I felt that there were going to be plenty of opportunities to keep trying to make one with Husband, and that thought alone made my fuckhole tingle with excitement.

Berry also told me a number of things I could do with Husband that I might enjoy, so I listened carefully and committed them to memory. I left Berry's cave-hole afterwards, and returned to my own, laying down on my straw bed sunken into the upstairs floor that Husband made for me many moons ago. His smell still lingered all around me, and I couldn't help but pull my loincloth off and begin rubbing myself, remembering how good it felt with his seed-stick moving in and out of my fuckhole.