Nude, naked and free the family would continue to grow. It needed to grow, and Noe and Denzel required a boy of their own. An heir to their family name and someone to inherit everything that their own fathers owned. Noe and Denzel laid their for a while, picturing the wonders of domestic family life. Of training their son of their ways, of getting the servants to prepare his favorite foods and of playing sports and walking on hikes.
Denzel looked over his swimmier build, feeling the treasure trail that burled from his thick bush to his navel and then ran his hands across his strong chest and hairy arms. This gift was so wonderful and his boy would feel it as he did, and as Noe did too.
"Noe, love, I want a son."
Noe scratched his beard and grinned until he laughed.
"So do I sweaty. So do I."
So they sat up, held their hands and kissed. Then they walked though the woods and kept their eyes alert. No doubt as the goblins raided the human village, a few stragglers would come by. By the Gods will, it did and dashing though the bushes was a short, boyish man in torn clothing.
"He'd escaped the goblins, but walked right into family," Said Noe, with a cackle.
Denzel was already prepared, barreling into the youth pinning him down. Noe smiled, looking at the unfulfilled potential of his son, but felt a pleasured in knowing he and Denzel would fix that. Scrapping the mixture of his and Denzel spunk off his groin he leaned down and pried the young mans mouth open.
"Eat up, son. It'll do you good." Said Denzel.
As the young man swallowed, Denzel released him, cupping his hands over his chest as he did. He would have a son!
"Tell me, what is your name?" Said Noe, eyes wet with joy.
The young man's eyes darted across the red hobgoblins, filled with fear, sickness and confusion.
"I'm...I-I'm Joseph..."