Page 7 of Blackwood Milk Farm #7

The Walk

Asher slowly opened his eyes a little. He gazed at his workshop ceiling from his bedroll, knowing the doors to his workshop were locked.

The lord of Blackwood spent yesterday, and last night, locked away in his own workshop, avoiding everyone. Plates of food were left at his door, where he quickly picked them up and locked the door once again. When he was finished eating, he set up his bedroll on a worktable and fell asleep with a clear conscience.

Asher stared at nothing as he knew deep down, he couldn’t trust himself, or anyone in their home, to remain celibate for one day. Amber was proof of that. The faun couldn’t resist provoking any temptation.

It wasn’t that Asher didn’t enjoy the idea of failing the goblin’s rule and Paasha punishing him again with draining his cock and starting the whole process all over again. It was more that this was important to Blyss.

Asher didn’t fully realize it before, but when he bedded down for the evening, he knew it was important to him too.

The thought of having children was a very distant idea in his mind and heart. Moon tea was plentiful and prevented many across Valoria from conceiving a child until they were ready.

Asher knew he was at the point he thought he wouldn’t reach for a long time. He had settled down and achieved a family. The next logical step was to have children and continue their family’s legacy.

Blyss was the first to speak her mind. Asher knew the rest of the household would follow. When his thoughts shifted to Elara, his blank gaze softened. He loved everyone within their household but he knew he loved her the most. She was the other half of his soul. They shared so much and changed each other for the better. She let her hair down with farm life. He relaxed into a farmer's life, not thinking about dying in some forgotten dungeon.

It seemed like a hundred years ago when Asher first arrived at Blackwood. He remembered how he thought to sell it for some coin. After grieving for his uncle, he would travel and find a place to settle down. He would ease into his new life and even at his youthful age, he would sit and watch the sunsets and moonrises on some unnamed beach.

A dark thread pulled along his memory and his soul. Moments of exploring dark dungeons unfolding once again. Those terrible thoughts that he would die by some trap, or monster, like some of his friends on their quests. Faces of friends bleeding, dying, and weeping, haunted the back of his mind. He wished more than anything to bring them back from the dead but it would never come to pass. They were gone, and the living had to keep living.

Asher let out a small sigh. There was a guilt for his new life. He wondered at times if he deserved it, or did he simply get lucky. Was his entire life a series of fortunate episodes? Or was he skilled enough to escape death’s clutches for a time? The lord of Blackwood didn’t know, and as time passed, he thought about it less and less. His focus was on the women he loved, and he never wanted to disappoint them. They had become his sun and moon, their lives now a beautiful beach.

There was a knock at the door.

Asher sat up and swung his legs over the side of the table. He stood up, wearing the clothes he wore yesterday. With sleepy eyes and disheveled hair, he lumbered over to the door and unlocked it. He slid the door open a little and lowered his gaze to a beautiful goblin looking up at him with big eyes.

Blyss was wearing traveling clothes, but her green feet were bare. She had a small leather pack strapped to her back. In one of her hands, she had a large pack. Asher judged the trail mark in the dirt behind her, knowing she dragged it here.

“Time for our walk,” the goblin said with such a glow in her eyes it melted his heart.

“Alright,” Asher nodded and slid the door open a little more as she came inside.

It didn’t take long for the lord to check his pack and strap it to his back. Everything was in order with camping supplies, food rations, and his enchanted dagger. The former ranger didn’t need most of the supplies packed, but one can never be too careful when hiking through the woods.

Blyss was silent, but her gaze was ever watchful. Asher could sense the tension. Blyss was demanding with her affections. From what he could gather from a single day, she was as horny as he was. He wondered if they would even make it to the end of any destination before they ripped each other’s clothes off.

“I’m ready,” Asher said.

Blyss nodded.

“I know a place in the forest,” was all the goblin said before she started walking to the open doorway and stepped out.

Asher followed with an amused smile.

The pair walked west. The morning chill was easing away to a warm morning. Asher glanced back at the house, wondering if everyone was just waking up. He quickly looked ahead before he glanced at the goblin at his side.

The pair reached the two-beam fence at the north edge of the estate. The goblin climbed over first, and Asher climbed over next.

Asher brought his leg over on the other side of the fence, turned, and stared at the thick forest. He often chopped wood from it, and had hiked through it a few times, only covering small distances. He knew the wood platform the goblins built was still there, but he knew Blyss wanted to hike farther away, deeper into the lush forest.

Blyss slipped her hand into Asher’s hand and curled her fingers over his.

The goblin and man took their first steps and walked into the forest. They slowly vanished from view in a moment, and were soon gone.

From a window of Farmhouse West, an elf with dark hair watched them with unblinking eyes.

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Birdsong filled the dark forest canopy. Shafts of sunlight stabbed through the thick trees, partially lighting the way. The air was cool and crisp. Asher found it soothing to his face and neck.

Hours had slipped by as the pair continued their hike. Blyss said little, as did Asher. The tension had remained between them, and for the first time in Asher’s life it was buzzing at his spirit like a swarm of hornets.

Asher tried to distract himself with memories of his many expeditions into dark forests. He remembered many times he and his cohorts didn’t speak for hours, sometimes days. There was nothing to say as their fellowship would make their way to kill a rampaging monster, or find a dungeon from some obscure map. Their family was going to enter uncharted territory and the tough as nails former guild ranger found himself uncomfortable.

“Tell me a little more about the tradition?” Asher asked, breaking the silence.

“Clans must always grow in numbers and strength. The tradition requires the strongest goblin, and the strongest mate, to be together to make their clan stronger,” Blyss said as she looked forward.

Asher nodded. It was nice to see learning how to read helped Blyss communicate better.

“I noticed you said, ‘the strongest mate.’ Do goblins mate with others that are not goblins?”

Blyss nodded. “Goblins can mate with many humanoids, but our children will be goblins. We tend to have more girls than boys.”

Asher nodded, knowing most likely he will have daughters with Blyss.

“What happens after we return back to our clan?”

“A grand celebration takes place, where the clan chief takes all the women of their clan and spills his seed in all their bellies. This will make the clan stronger.”

Asher nodded, not opposed to the idea.

Another question stabbed into Asher’s mind and he was hesitant to ask it. He didn’t want to spoil the moment, but if this was going to happen, he needed to ask it.

“Blyss, is this what you truly want?”

The goblin stopped in her tracks. Asher stopped as well and looked down on her.

Blyss’s gaze fell to the forest floor. A small breeze caused wisps of her dark green hair to move with it. The forest fell silent as the goblin stared at nothing.

Asher continued to look down on her, a sudden sorrow painting his heart, wondering if he offended her.

The goblin turned to face Asher and looked up at him with soulful eyes.

“Since our first night, it is all I ever wanted. I fell in love with you, and my love has never faltered. When my old clan chief arrived, demanding me to come back, you fought like a true warrior and lover. You did what I thought no one would ever do, love me as I am.”

The goblin’s large yellow eyes gleam wet, on the verge of tears.

“Now, all I want is you, tradition or not,” she said with unflinching honesty.

Asher’s heart melted. He knelt to one knee and the goblin launched at him. The impact of bodies sent Asher to the ground, landing on his back. Lips met and tongues invaded mouths. The couple held each other fiercely, but it was the goblin’s hips moving of their own accord, dry humping her lover.

Asher could not help but laugh as the goblin was getting rougher. He sat up and Blyss wrapped her legs around his waist while sucking on the side of his neck.

“Don’t we need to get to our destination?” Asher asked with a heavy chuckle.

The goblin bit his neck as her tongue licked at his skin.

“Ow!” Asher laughed but didn’t push her away.

Asher simply held the loving goblin to him, his fingers moving through her thick, dark green hair.

“I will love and defend you, with my life, for the rest of our lives,” Asher said softly.

Blyss stopped sucking on his neck. She pulled her head back slowly and looked into Asher’s serious gaze.

“I mean every word,” Asher smiled.

Blyss’s eyes trembled as she looked into his serious eyes.

“I respect goblin tradition, but we don’t need it because I would make you mine in any lifetime we met, or will meet.”

Blyss’s eyes stopped trembling and a demonic glow filled them. She moved her plump lips to his ear.

“The things I will do to you will cause the forest to hide its many eyes from us,” she said with a heated exhale.

Asher smiled.

Before the goblin could bite and nibble on his ear, the lord of Blackwood stood up. Blyss fell and landed on her rump. She rubbed it as he looked up at Asher with heated eyes.

“We should be going so we have enough time to set up camp,” Asher said with his hand out.

Blyss growled as she took his hand. Asher helped Blyss to her feet and the pair dusted themselves off.

With a turn, they walked side by side, deeper into the forest, their hearts aglow in mutual desire.