Ezra shuddered, lost in a haze of delightful sensations. He rubbed his waist and smiled. This life was the best life. But there was one thing missing. A brother. Yes, he thought. That’s what he needed.
“I need a brother,” he said, this smile showing all of his new, sharp fangs. Yes. He moved towards the door and opened it. A natural breeze swept over his naked body, sending present tingles through his flesh.
“Son,” Said Alex, “You already have managed to grow a beard. Although you are young, and so much more growing to do, you must hunt for a brother yourself. When you find him, follow your instincts. Then, being him here.”
“What about clothes? Protection?” Ezra asked, thanks to a lingering stain of humanity in his mind.
His other father, the Hobgoblin, cried “That is the filth of a human. Seek your brother in the purest form! It is the just way.”
Ezra smiled, and quickly ran off into the forest.
He wondered through the forest, following the blinding sensations. He stopped for a moment, running his hand down his strong chest, felling the light fizz of dark chest hair. He flexed his arms, which ballooned impressively for someone only 18 years of age, but still not as great as his fathers. The stench of his new odour, a young hobgoblin, emanated from his body. It was good, as the tingling inside informed him. Suddenly, a sent. It felt familiar. He followed it to a stream. There in his sights was a human! He sniggered to himself and stared at the lad no older than him.
He wasn’t better off than he was before his indoctrination with his new fathers. Slim, small and not at all impressive. Yet, Ezra reminded himself. But he knew that this guy was his brother. He waited, watching his brotherly material resting his feet in the river. Slowly, he approached before pouncing onto his brother. There was a struggle, the young man resisting violently.
“Let go of me!”
“This is fun!” Ezra cried, quickly overpowering the lad with his greater strength. “After our fathers gift you with their seed, we’ll do this so much more!”
“What!? The hell are you get off me!”
Ezra laughed, turning to the name tag on the bag near by.
“Noe is a unique name. Dad’s love unique names. I can’t wait still we’re brothers by flesh. I was like you, scared. It’s amazing though. You like it too.”
Within a short span of time, Ezra dragged Noe back to the home. The two were all welcomed with applause, a small goblin smiling horribly as it brought out a bowl.
“This batch is completely fresh. Every ingredient is delightful and good,” said the hobgoblin, Alex blushing.
“Not in front of the boys,” he laughed, playfully jabbing his husband,
“Let.Me.Go!” Noe spat.
“Haha! He has such spirit! Ezra, hold him down. I think he’ll be a runner.” Ezra effortlessly pinned Noe to the floor, despite Noe’s constant squirming. Ezra forces his hairy, clawed hand to pry Noe’s mouth open. In those few seconds, the Hobgoblin forced the sticky substance down into their future sons mouth. Noe swallowed, shivering as he did. Ezra then swiftly got up and pulled Noe onto his feet.
“You’re gonna love his part.”
Noe had a few spare seconds before his humanity ended, and his brotherhood in this Hobgoblin brood would begin. Alex embraced his Husband, who misled sinisterly. It was then a fury of sensations, heat, confusion and lust washed over Noe’s body.