"Just an evolution," I said casually.
Sarah's eyes went wide as saucers.
"An evolution ? Ragnar, do you have any idea what that means?!"
I shrugged. "New scales? Fancy tail?"
She practically shouted. "It's enough to make you chief by divine right!
Our goddess decreed it. Ignore that and you're spitting in her face."
I rubbed my chin, hiding a smirk. *First evolution. Wait till she sees I can keep going.*
Seeing my expression, she deflated a little, smiling despite herself.
"You're way too calm about this. The last evolved kobold was five hundred years ago. Back then the tribe was fifty times bigger just to birth one."
I rolled my shoulders. "So?"
She shook her head, fond.
"You two coming back to the hideout? Aunty wants to check on you, and I don't think Aria's a threat."
We nodded in unison.
"Got a map?" I asked.
Sarah scratched the back of her head. "Uh… lost it on the way here."
I facepalmed. Deadpan.
"But I remember the rough spot!" she added quickly, waving her hands. "We'll find it eventually."
Aria tugged my arm, whispering, "Need goblin scouts? You're chief now."
I blinked at her. "Goblin chief? Me?"
"You're my husband," she said, matter-of-fact. "That makes you chief."
I went quiet. She had a point.
Aria turned to Sarah with a smirk.
"Stay here and draw the location. Better for your injuries."
Sarah puffed up. "Absolutely not. Only I know it best. And I'm not hiding like a coward!"
Aria glanced at me, eyes glinting.
"Good thing I married you first. With her around, stealing you would've been impossible."
Sarah's chest swelled with pride. "Hmph. You're not a bad rival yourself, goblin."
While they traded compliments like old friends, I slipped into the kitchen to prep travel rations.
Aria headed to the armory for weapons.
Sarah took potion duty, her mother's alchemy lessons had made her damn good at it.
Hours later, we set off and after twists through fog and dense trees, we broke through the barrier into the hideout.
Aunty and Kalia rushed us the second we appeared, then froze at the sight of me.
Same shock as everyone else.
That night they threw a massive banquet in my honor.
During the toast, the tribe formally elected me chief.
Cheers shook the cavern. I was the center of it all.
After the feast, everyone retired.
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, mind spinning, when a soft rustle sounded outside the window.
I stood.
Aria was climbing the outer wall like a cat, eyes bright in the moonlight.
"Can't sleep?" she whispered, entering through the window.
"Things are moving fast," I admitted. "Feels… unreal."
She shook her head, smiling softly.
"Since I met you, everything's only gotten better."
Then she smirked, nodding toward the moonlit forest beyond the hideout.
"Enough heavy talk. Want to walk outside?"
I stepped closer, already reaching for her.
"You know I can't say no to you."
The night air hit like ice when we slipped out, sharp, waking every nerve.
Aria's cheeks flushed pink. She hugged my arm tight and murmured,
"How about we fuck out here? Under the stars. Kinda hot, right?"
I glanced around, pulse jumping.
"We can't get caught. If Aunty, "
"Everyone's asleep," she cut in, already kissing me.
Deep. Hungry. Tongue sliding against mine.
She broke away, dropped to her knees, and yanked my pants down in one smooth pull.
My cock sprang free, heavy and hard, slapping her cheek.
"Finally~" she breathed, nose pressed to the base, inhaling deeply.
The raw, musky scent of me made her eyelids flutter.
She stood, turned, braced both hands on the thick trunk of an ancient tree, and arched.
Her huge green ass lifted, swaying gently as she rose onto tiptoes, pure invitation.
I stepped up, aligned myself, dragged the swollen head through her slick folds once, twice.
She glanced back, smirking.
That was all the permission I needed.
One slow, deep push.
Her warm, wet heat swallowed me inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt.
The cold wind licked our skin, heightening every sensation, the contrast of heat inside, chill outside.
Aria moaned low, already clenching rhythmically around me, trying to milk me with every flutter.
I gripped her plush ass cheeks hard, steadying myself, and started thrusting, steady, powerful rolls that made her whole body rock forward.
The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed softly through the trees.
She tried to muffle her cries, biting her lip, but the sounds spilled out anyway, desperate, needy.
"I love you," she gasped between thrusts. "I love you, I love you, "
Hidden in the thick bushes just meters away, Kalia stood frozen.
Hand clamped over her mouth. Eyes wide. Breath shallow.
She watched my evolved frame, 1.9 meters of dense muscle and scale, pound into Aria's smaller, softer body.
Each thrust sent ripples across that generous green ass, slapping loudly against my thighs.
The sight was raw, primal, almost beautiful.
Kalia's thighs pressed together instinctively.
Envy twisted in her chest, she wanted to be the one stretched and filled like that.
Her hand slipped beneath her skirt almost without thought, fingers finding her own slick heat.
She rubbed slow circles over her clit, matching my rhythm, eyes never leaving us.
From here she could smell it, the thick, heady mix of sweat, sex, and arousal drifting on the night breeze.
She watched Aria's back arch, muscles flexing and relaxing under each deep stroke, watched my hands grip harder, claws dimpling green flesh.
Her mind flashed to dinner: the way I'd caught her hand, kissed the back of it like a gentleman.
That same huge frame. That same handsome, dangerous face.
Something had flipped inside her the moment she saw the evolution.
She felt bolder. Hungrier.
But she hadn't acted.
Not yet.
The rebellion came first.
After that… maybe.
Tonight, though, she hadn't expected to stumble on this, her daughter's rival and the new chief fucking under the moon like they owned the night.
Kalia bit her lip to keep quiet, fingers moving faster.
She'd stay hidden and watch more.
And when the time was right… she'd make her move.