"You two behave now."
"We will!" The half elf twins, Heisa and Teisa, replied with the broadest grins possible as their parental trio, Priestess, High Elf Archer, and Guild Girl, left the house with a literal train of their younger siblings in their wake. The six kids, a mixture of half elf and human, followed in their parents' wake while tied together by a rope. They watched their family load into the waiting wagon by the stone wall surrounding the house, fighting hard to keep their excitement contained as the vehicle slowly disappeared over the horizon down the road.
"Finally," Teisa bounced on her heels, causing her modest chest to bounce. The young half-elf looked scarily similar to Priestess when she'd first started adventuring—the only key difference was her brilliant green eyes. Her parents often joked she was Heia in Priestess's body.
"Yeah," a softer affirmation came from her twin, Heisa, who resembled her sister to a T, safe for her extremely modest—some might call anvil—like chest and blue eyes. Despite being twins, it was fairly easy to tell the two apart.
"We're finally going to do it, Heisa!" Teisa boldly declared, taking her sister by the hand and pointing toward their neighbor's home, Goblin Slayer's farm.
The old adventurer was also leading his little slayer horde of children, all wearing cheap armor and a helm like their father, to another wagon. His wife, Mrs. Slayer, formerly Cowgirl, followed her family with a bemused smile. Standing back at the house were the couple's eldest children, Bully and Cattlia, who were similar in age to them.
Bully was a lean young man with his mother's hair, and Cattlia inherited her mother's 'assets' and her father's silver hair.
"Come on, Heisa," Teisa urged, pulling their sister towards the upstairs of their home. Breezing past their room, to their mothers' room. Without hesitation, she opened the closet to reveal the treasure trove of 'special' clothes their mothers collected for their 'dates'. "I think I want this one!"
Heisa's face burned bright red as her sister threw off her clothes and eagerly began pulling on the risqué cloth that hardly counted as clothes. "I don't know… Teisa…"
"Oh, this would look cute on you!" Heisa's protests were completely ignored. She knew there was no talking to her sister in this state, so she went along with their original plan. As each article of clothing hit the floor, her blush grew deeper. She pulled on the practically see through one piece and looked at her form in the mirror. A small sigh escaped her as she compared her chest to her sister's. It was enough to shatter what little confidence she had.
"Ready?" Teisa giggled as she covered her provocative outfit with a cloak. She followed suit and followed her sister downstairs. Mentally preparing for the certain rejection to come.
All the boys love big ones, you know! A certain town girl's voice reverberated in her mind.
"All entire month to ourselves, I can't wait." Teisa giggled as she opened the backdoor.
-break
Bully looked across the farm as he wiped his sweaty brow with the towel around his neck. This wasn't the first time his folks left him and Cattlia to tend to the farm, but it would be the longest. An entire month alone with his sister and their half-elven neighbors. He still remembered when Mrs. Priestess and the others showed up asking to buy a plot of land to build on. Their family had grown so large that there was no place they could afford in town.
While their house was being constructed, he and Cattlia lived in the barn loft with Mrs. Priestess's oldest kids, Heisa and Teisa. Everyone else crammed into the farmhouse. That had been a stressful time for him. Living in a barn with three girls. His sister was one thing—he couldn't see her in that way, but having two half elves running around in various states of dress? It made him keep to his corner of the barn.
"I wonder what those two are doing. Better yet, where's sis?" She was supposed to be helping with the chores. Cattlia had been milking earlier, topless of course, as she was prone to do. She always complained about the summer heat and looked for any reason to strip down. Their mother insisted she at least keep her overalls on. If she failed to do so, she'd be strapped into the armor their father—Goblin Slayer—got for them. He chuckled, remembering one time his father had to deal with his busty young daughter.
Come on, Dad, it's not a bit deal!
You have no protection against goblins.
But I can run faster without armor, right?
His father humored his sister and asked her to show her running skills. Cattlia ran about ten feet before getting knocked out by her own massive boobs. Though Cattlia had avoided having to walk around like an undead knight, she was properly clothed when their folks were home.
Fetching a drink from the well, he heard a muffled noise. Years of being taught by the frontier's most paranoid adventurer kicked in. Bully drew his billhook, searching high and low for any little green devils. None of the alarms had been tripped; nothing had been disturbed.
"No holes in the barn walls. The cattle aren't panicking." To be safe, he looked towards the house where his father's hounds lay on the porch, completely at peace. The two dogs were trained to detect goblins and were very good at it. "Alright, guess I'll check inside."
Upon opening the barn door, Bully silently moved through the stalls, his ears perking at some strange sound. It was coming from the loft. Carefully he climbed the ladder, and what he saw about made him slip and hit the floor.
Cattlia and Teisa were a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. Off to the side was a bound and gagged Heisa wearing something that resembled clothes. It covered her privates, kind of. Heisa made noise through her gag as Cattlia and Teisa unwrapped from each other, neither of them ashamed.
"Glad you decided to join us, brother." Cattlia grinned almost drunkenly as she wrapped her body around the bond Heisa. "Today, you take cute little Heisa's virginity."
"She's acting shy," Teisa added, exposing her sister's private garden to him. It was dripping wet, which only seemed to deepen Heisa's blush. "But as you can see, she's very eager."
Climbing off the ladder, Bully strutted towards the three girls, who seemed to grow more eager, but their lustful looks turned to wincing as he knocked them on the head with the hilt of his billhook and cut Heisa free. He knelt in front of the half-elf, who was on the verge of tears.
"Are you alright?" She nodded silently as he looked at his sister and Teisa for answers. "Alright, what brought this on?"
-30 minutes earlier-
Cattlia sat on her usual stool, going about her business. The barn was exceptionally hot today, as expected for summer. Usually she'd tough it out, but with Ma and Pa gone, she slipped out of her dungarees. Letting her impressive 'milkers' hang free as she skillfully squeezed the teat of every milker on the farm. It wasn't good to let the cows go unmilked.
"Speaking of them," With her bucket full, Cattlia lifted her own sizable utters, their soft forms molding around her hands as her nipples slowly overcame their shyness to stand proudly. Taking a quick peek around first, she began tugging at her own teats, first gently rubbing them between her fingers, causing them to grow firmer, but soon she was tugging them, twisting them for milk that wasn't coming as she'd yet to develop that womanly function. Regardless, she tugged and twisted with substantial force, causing a tingle to run down her back. "That's always gets me." She panted, moving her left hand to her lower region. "Ah…"
Cattlia stared at her forsaken nipple; if only she had another hand. "Oh… that'll work." Continuously stimulating her teats, she wondered towards the tool wall and selected a pair of her father's spring clamps. They were typically used to hold pieces of whatever together while the glue dried. She had a different use of them today.
"Okay…" She let out a slow breath as she slowly compressed the clamp handles. They were rather stiff, frightening so. Holding the mouth of the clamp over her right teat, she slowly released the handle. The mouth of the clamp squeezed down on her areola, sending a tingle through her soft flesh that soon grew discomforting. She panted slightly, letting go of the tool; it was both painful, yet pleasurable. Her knees wobbled as she readied the second clamp. "Easily does it?"
Once more she released her hold on the clamp, the jaws hungerly falling on her awaiting nipple. It was at full mass; first came the tingle, then the stinging pain. "That's intense." She sucked in a breath and slowly slid against the wall where some straw lay. Careful not to jostle her breasts as she tucked her arms beneath her massive milkers to reach her hidden garden. She was drenched. With one hand she toyed with her clit and the other she buried her fingers to the knuckle.
"Oh gods, oh gods, gods, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her hands moved with adept dexterity, she knew all her favorite spots, but the sure intensity of her nipples being squeezed harder than she could ever manage with her hands, combined with the stimulation of her clit, hit a part of her brain she didn't expect. It was as if lightning was shooting throughout her body; her toes curled as she buckled her hips, wanting something that could dig deeper! "GODS!"
Cattlia slumped to the floor, a mixture of love juice and piss squirting out of her nether region, all while her nipples continued to be squeezed. She heaved, each breath sending shockwaves through her body as the clamps jostled slightly, their teeth releasing briefly before tightening once more.
"You're certainly having fun," a familiar, mischievous voice said.
"Teisa," Cattlia could barely work up the strength to move as she her half-elf neighbor strutted through the barn with Heisa following timidly in her wake. Both elves were dressed rather scandalously to the point of being naked. The tube top Teisa wore barely hid her modest chest, while her shorts were made with half the fabric, almost revealing the entirely of her black thong.
Heisa wore a strapless leotard that completely molded her body, hiding everything and nothing simultaneously.
"Let's go up to the hayloft. I brought some fun toys over this time." Teisa revealed a carrying box containing a variety of—phallic objects and other such tools meant for only one thing. "You can sit and watch for the moment, Heisa," Teisa said as they moved to the loft for a bit more privacy. There was also straw and blankets.
"Okay," Heisa meekly knelt on the ground, but clearly didn't expect her sister to tie and gag her to a post.
"Let's get started!" Teisa retrieved a long, double ended phallic device from the box. She shimmed out of her excuse for shorts and lathered the tool with her love juices. Cattlia expected her to insert it, but the half-elf suddenly impersonated her sister. "Could we… do it together?"
Cattlia looked at the phallic tool; its length was that of her forearm or longer. It would indeed scratch that itch she couldn't reach. Awkwardly, she lined up her groin with Teisa's on an old blanket. Because of the constant stimuli of the clamps, juices continued to pour out of her, so there was no need to lather the tool further.
"Let's do it."
Together they shimmed closer, the head of the tool spreading her groin. She about went limp, but pressed on. The tool spread her wider than she expected. Teisa struggled with the girth, the tool appearing massive compared to the half-elf's tiny entrance.
"One more push!" Grabbing Teisa by the arms, she stated herself and thrust her hips, forcing their entrances together. A sharp bolt of pain ran through her body and gave her a moment of clarity as she looked upon her and Teisa's bloodied entrances.
They'd just taken their virginities.
"Nothing for it!" Perhaps it was because Teisa was a quivering, cute mess, or the pain of her clamped nipples quickly overrode the pain of her slain chastity, but one thought echoed through her mind as the tool's girth and length filled her body.
She wanted to fuck this cute little half-elf silly.
"Guess I'm the bull this round!" Excitedly she tightened her nether and pulled the phallic—no, her dick!—out of Teisa and slammed it back into the quivering elf. She thrust her hips hard, like she'd seen the bull do with the cows, forcing her weight on the smaller female. "Let's try this!"
Pulling one clamp from her breast, she snapped it Teisa's modest breast without warning. The elf let out a pained and panicked scream, which she shut up by kissing her deeply and passionately. When she relented for air, she continued to thrust, grinning as the elf's face disappeared in and out of her vison because of her bouncing chest.
"What's wrong? You wanted to do this, right?" The lack of an immediate answer caused Cattlia so slow her thrusts; her overstimulated brain finally processed she might have gone too far. "Teisa?"
"You didn't have to go so hard right out of the gate like a damned bucking horse!" Teisa pouted, making a very pouty face.
"Alright, alright, sorry," Taking off the other clamp and the one on Teisa, Cattlia lowered her breasts to Teisa's awaiting mouth. The elf immediately began suckling, trying to force out milk that—Cattlia froze as she felt something move through her body and then leave it. At first, she thought it was her imagination, but white milk began spilling between Teisa's buttery lips. The elf grabbed the base of her breast and began pumping it between her hands as if it were a bag of milk. "Argh!" The pleasure of being inside Teisa while being milked was too much! Something else was coming!
"Teisa!" she meekly moaned as hot juice covered their legs, just as her brother's head poked out of the floor.
--break
"You didn't need to be so detailed." Was Bully's first words after hearing his sister's story. "You know what this means, Teisa, right?"
"Yes," Teisa's face burned bright red as she suddenly prostrated herself on the floor. "I promise to make her happy! So please give your blessing!"
"I kind of think I'm the who will take care of you." Cattlia laughed.
Bully sighed, "Not my place to bless anything. I doubt Ma and Pa will protest much, only in the way you went about it." His eyes glanced towards Heisa, who was rubbing her robe burns. "So what was your plan over there?"
"Come on, it's obvious, right?" Teisa, acting much more boldly, opened her sister's groin with her fingers. "Heisa is too shy to say it outright, but she wants the same thing, only from you, right?"
Some form of words might have come out of the elf twin, but what they were he couldn't say. "That is a matter for us to decide, not you." Bully gave his sister and now sister-in-law a stern look. "Go frolic if you wish; Heisa and I will resolve the rest."
"Got it! We'll be over in the stalls! You two have fun!" Teisa teased as she and Cattlia climbed down the ladder, still naked with Cattlia still sporting her 'sword'.
"Could have gone my entire life without seeing that." Bully sighed. Giving Heisa a once over. She really wasn't wearing anything. The fabric of her clothes was so pathetically thin it perfectly outlined her nipples. "I suppose we should talk."
Heisa nodded, her face red as an apple. They sat there, staring at each other in such silence you'd have thought the spell had been cast on them. Eventually, he noticed her blue eyes darting around. First to his face, his crotch, and then to her chest.
"…" she mumbled something.
"What?"
"Do you think mine are… too small?" Heisa emphasized her chest, or the lack of one. Pulling her leotard down to show off the tiny little numbs. Old Uncle Dwarf's 'anvil' remarks would ring true. The elf twin tried to squeeze her tiny breasts together to give them some volume, but there wasn't much to work with. "In town… everyone says boys like them big. Like Cattlia's."
"I've heard the same." He replied tensely. A chorus of remarks flooded his mind, filling him with irritation.
Hey Bull, have you milked your sister lately? There looking huge!
Bull, your Ma has huge milkers, I bet you miss sucking on those!
Constant remarks of his mother and sister haunted him every time he went to town. He'd bloodied his knuckles a few times when the comments got the better of him. His father's only remark was that he needed to keep a cooler head. However, after his father when to 'talk' to the boys, their comments have been fairly muted.
"But that's them, not me." Bully scratched his cheek—a habit from his mother—his cheeks burning as he felt his 'little slayer' swell. The girl he liked was sitting with her chest out in front of him; no surprise he was getting eager. "I prefer yours."
"Really?" Heisa crawled onto him, her face mere inches from his, desperation in her bright blue eyes. "You're not just saying that?" He nodded, but she was strangely difficult to convince—that must be the side she got from Miss Archer. "Prove it!"
"How?" He did not know what she wanted.
Heisa, in a rather bold display, stripped off all her clothes—for all the good they were doing—and demanded he do the same. "Auntie Guild Girl told me there's one part of a man that never lies! So strip!"
That was strange advice coming from a woman in a relationship with two other women, but he had the feeling confessing his feelings now wouldn't satisfy the elf, so he stood, stripped off his shirt, and then unbuckled his trousers. Heisa continued to look smug for all but a second before her eyes lowered to his crotch.
"Why is it so big!"
"Is it?" He didn't make a habit of comparing sizes.
"It's the size of my forearm! Look, it's practically touching your knee!" She knelt and took his shaft in her delicate hands; honestly, it only made his member look all the larger as she compared the girth to her wrist. "And it's about two inches thick! Why is it so big? It's like a dragon's! How to you walk with this thing?"
"It's usually not that big," he blushed. "I'm just excited by…" his eyes lingered on her tiny breasts. "You know." Heisa tried to speak, but words failed her once again. He decided he was done talking; he'd show his love instead. Picking her up, he gently laid her down on a bed of straw and began kissing her. She was surprised at first, but then started pushing back, and then grinding her groin against his.
"You really don't mind them being small?" Tired of her persistent worrying, he wrapped his lips around her right breast, suckling, biting, and pulling her nipple with the vigor of a newborn calf. Then he hit the other one. She squirmed beneath him, moaning as love juices squirted from her garden.
"Shit…" she panted, her chest heaving. He smirked at her, which put her in a mood, as she instructed him to sit against the wall. "My turn!"
Heisa carefully positioned her entrance over his throbbing member, hesitation growing as she looked upon her dagger sized sheath compared to the sword she sought to mount.
"Don't force yourself."
"I'll be fine. I'm soaked through because of you," she assured, slowly lowering her hips. His tip parted her lower lips, discomfort twisting her face as she took more of him inside. "This goes on forever!" She complained, barely a quarter of the way down. "I think—"
Her voice suddenly cutoff as her foot slipped because of the straw and sweat. Heisa landed on his lap, her vulva fully stretched around his shaft, with tears swelling her eyes. Even though she was in pain, he couldn't help but find her expression endearing. Also, it was really hard not to move! Her warm insides felt amazing; it was taking all he had not to go full goblin and mercilessly take her. He set his hands on her waist, subconsciously pulling her down further on his shaft as if it were possible.
"Okay," Heisa said between heaves. "I think I'm ready." She slowly raised herself, but he took control. Lifting her slightly, while pulling back his hips before slamming her back down, while thrusting forward. He then flipped her on her back and mimicked the dogs when they mate. Heisa's screams filled the barn as he pounded at her.
"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods!" She arched her back, but he'd yet to cum so he kept pounding. She came again, again, and again, her muscles tightening around his member each time, until — "Oh fuck…" He buried his cock into her womb, hot love juice spilling onto the floor of the loft as they looked into each other's eyes.
"You really filled me up," Heisa removed herself from his cock, a seemingly impossible amount of semen spilling out of her stretched entrance. "Gods, this stings."
"Sorry."
"Don't be," she giggled, mixing her fingers with the juices. Heisa went face down on the floor, plunging her cum soaked fingers into her ass. "I've heard my mother say she enjoys taking it back here. I… I want to try it too."
Bully shook his head; this girl was defiantly High Elf Archer's daughter. Though he was worried, he couldn't resist that shapely peach ass in front of him. Lining up his cock with her ass, he slowly split her open a second time today. The tightness was unreal. The seer intensity of it made him cum as soon as he buried himself to the base. He pulled out and then thrust in again, finding a good, hard rhythm. Each time Heisa moaned, he smacked his hips harder against hers.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Heisa bit her hair as cum squirted from her pussy with each thrust. She could see herself getting addicted to this! "Put it back in the front! Put a baby in me!"
He obliged.
--break
The expected happened. How could it not when they engaged in frolicking every chance they could? By the time their families returned home, Heisa, Teisa, and Cattlia started showing symptoms. And then their bellies gave them away.
The most upset was Priestess, who insisted marrying them in the temple of the Earth Mother as soon as possible. Cowgirl and High Elf Archer were both excited for the expected babies. High Elf Archer, especially.
"Call me High Elf Grandma! I'm gonna rub it in my sister's face so hard!"
The most subdued reaction was, of course, Goblin Slayer, who'd barely managed fatherhood, was now expecting to be a grandfather at forty. When Bully asked his father about it, he replied, "I don't think it's a bad thing."
Thus, that winter, the new children were brought into the world. Soon more were birthed, creating a slew of quarter-elf children. Twelve each, plus all of Heisa and Teisa's siblings who continued to grow, find love, and settle down. Many of them married Goblin Slayer's other children. The little farm was practically its own village, and sitting at the head of it with the passing of Cowgirl's uncle was Goblin Slayer, who became known as Old Slayer.
Old Slayer, a man with a wounded heart, looked upon his scores of grandchildren with hope. They were talented, of excellent stock, and quick witted. Much more than he. He taught them all he had to teach. Not to be adventurers, nor to be goblin slayers, he merely wanted them to know how to stay alive. By age eighty, the Slayer clan numbered over 200 members. All of them loved their old grandpa.
Then one day, an event happened that changed the world. A certain quest arrived on the board of the Adventurer's guild; it was the same as any other quest, a goblin quest. It was urgent, with many young girls kidnapped. No rookie could take it on, and all the silvers were gone, safe for one.
"Please, just wait. I'm sure the others will be back soon." A well-aged Guild Girl pleaded with her brother-in-law. "Heia and Tessa will be back soon."
"I'll be fine." Goblin Slayer insisted, as he always did. Though many years have passed since the day of his sister's death, his crusade continued. Now the faces of his children, and grandchildren, and their children filled his mind when he thought of Goblins. How they could be dragged away by the evil creatures at any moment. He could not sit idly by.
On that day, like any other, Goblin Slayer left the guild, but he did not return that day or the next day, or ever. The village reported the return of their kidnapped women, but at the cost of the Frontier's kindest hero, Goblin Slayer.
His body was recovered, his cheap armor still upon his body, caked with the blood of his enemies. He'd killed the entire horde but succumbed to his wounds. Priestess wept, knowing she should have been there to cast healing. High Elf Archer sang the song that crossed their fates, and Cowgirl stood by his coffin, welcoming him home one last time.
But for the scores of children of his blood, a fire was lit upon them. For they loved their grandfather deeply. They had the skills, the numbers, and the tools. If the kingdom and adventurers wouldn't hunt these creatures, then they would! Not as soldiers, nor as adventurers, or merely as Goblin Slayers.
They would be exterminators.
They did not wait for the goblins to attack. They sought them out. Every hole was filled; every village they found, they left one of their number to procreate and train more of them. This entire clan, with the talent of the High Elves, the faith of the Earth Mother, and the drive of the Goblin Slayer. Systematically and mechanically hunted goblins. Their elven heritage ensured they would have the time to complete their mission.
And then one day, something strange happened. No goblin quests appeared at the adventurers guilds. Not in the frontier, nor in the capital, nor anywhere in between. No goblins were spotted in the grassy fields, the high mountains, the windy deserts, or the vast seas.
Soon it was not just goblins. Orcs, ogres, griffins, and even dragons and demons no longer appeared. It was not the work of the hero, the kingdom, nor the gods. Their names were uttered on every lip, as the people known as adventurers soon too disappeared.
The Slayers.
Those who hunted monsters not for fame, wealth, or glory, but for the simple drive to spare those from the feared creatures' indulgences. You could find them in any village, in any land. The unseen heroes who slayed not just all the goblins, but all the monsters.
--breakio
"And that is the history of the Slayers, and the end of the era of monsters. Questions?" A certain greened haired elf woman asked the students sitting before her. She was of a slight build, but her generous chest bounced similarly to the fabled Sword Maiden's, if only half the size. "No? Well, this will be on the test on Friday, so study hard."
The elf woman dismissed the class and walked towards the teacher's lounge to take her lunch.
"You know, Miss Archer," her fellow history teacher said from his side of their combined desk. "You do striking resemble the fabled 'Mother of the Slayers'" He held up an illustration of the legendary Goblin Slayer and his party. His finger on the elf maiden he was said to travel with. "There aren't a lot of full-blooded elves left, so…"
She smiled, "I can't take credit for that, by the way. If you're going to call me old, I'm going to slap you."
"Right, sorry."
Left in peace, Miss Archer pulled out her salad and looked upon the picture of her twin daughters and her many grandkids on her desk. As well as the hand drawn portraits of her lovers, who were long since gone.
We're all doing fine. She smiled, brushing their faces as the bell for her next class rang.