Jonathan sat at his desk in the Dread Tower, reviewing reports from the village's construction, everything was proceeding much faster than expected, twice as fast. He pondered whether he should increase the scope of the project when a knock at the door interrupted him.

"Come in." he called out.

Saikhi entered, and Jonathan's eyes widened at the sight before him. She was leading two small goblin children by their hands. Their skin was a striking shade of purple rather than the typical green, and they stood slightly taller than regular goblin younglings.

"Master, I'd like you to meet your first…" Saikhi paused with a mix of pride and nervousness she continued. "These are my first litter of goblins."

"Wow, that was quick." Jonathan blurted out. He'd been so caught up in his duties over the past few weeks that he hadn't even noticed Saikhi's pregnancy. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen much of her lately at all. Inspecting Saikhi's body, she did seem slightly curvier than he remembered, but in the best possible way.

The two goblin children looked at him with intelligent eyes, much more aware than typical goblin young. They had Saikhi's white hair, though shorter and messier, and their eyes held a familiar glow, though more subdued than their mother's.

"Yes, the pregnancy was remarkably fast." Saikhi explained. "From what I've researched, goblin pregnancies typically last about one month, but these two..." She patted their heads affectionately. "They were ready in just two weeks."

Jonathan stood up from his desk and walked around to get a better look at them. The children didn't shy away, instead studying him with obvious curiosity.

"They're different from normal goblins." Saikhi continued. "I believe your seed might have affected their development. They're showing signs of intelligence far beyond what goblin children should have at this age. They're already speaking in full sentences."

"Hello, Lord Nightmare." the slightly taller one said, confirming Saikhi's assessment. Its voice was high-pitched but clear.

"We've heard lots about you." the other added with a mischievous grin that reminded Jonathan eerily of himself.

"And they're bigger too." Saikhi said, beaming with maternal pride. "The healers say they're about fifty percent larger than typical goblin children their age. Not to mention their unusual colouring."

Jonathan crouched down to their level, fascinated. He'd known his powers could affect people in various ways, but this was something entirely new. These creatures were clearly part goblin, part ashborn, and part - whatever his magic had done to them.

"Have you named them?" he asked, still studying their features.

"Not yet," Saikhi replied. "I wanted to consult with you first, Master. After all, they're as much yours as they are mine... in a way." She blushed. "I thought you might want to have some input on their names. This one is female and the other one is male."

The children continued to watch Jonathan with those unnervingly intelligent eyes, waiting to see what he would do next. He could already tell these two were going to make things around the Dread Tower even more interesting than they already were.

"Let's go with Gobby and Gobbo." Jonathan smiled.

Saikhi's face lit up. "Those are wonderful names, Master. Simple yet perfect for them." Her smile was radiant with maternal joy.

Before Jonathan could react, both Gobby and Gobbo rushed forward and wrapped their small arms around his legs in an enthusiastic hug. Jonathan's heart jumped into his throat. His powers! He tensed, ready for the worst. The last thing he needed was to explain to Child Services, if they even existed in this world, why two children were overcome with unnatural lust.

But nothing happened. The children just squeezed his legs tighter, giggling as they did so.

"Thank you for the names!" Gobby chirped, her voice muffled against his pants leg.

"Yeah, they're great!" Gobbo agreed, his purple face split in a wide grin as he looked up at Jonathan.

Jonathan carefully placed a hand on each of their heads, still waiting for his power to kick in. When it didn't, he let out a long breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Well, that's unexpected," he said, looking up at Saikhi. "They seem completely immune to my abilities."

"I believe it might be because they were conceived while I was under the influence of your power. Perhaps they inherited some form of resistance?"

Jonathan gently ruffled their white hair, relieved he wouldn't have to worry about accidentally corrupting his, well, whatever they were to him. Step-children? Magical goblin offspring? He decided not to dwell too much on the specifics of their relationship. What mattered was that they were here, they were healthy, and most importantly, they weren't trying to hump his leg.

"I should get back." Saikhi said, gathering the children's hands in hers. "The goblins are expecting me for another breeding session. These two need to go to the nursery anyway, it's almost their nap time."

"Wait." Jonathan called out, an idea forming. "I want to make sure they get the best possible care and education. Would you be able to give them some extra tutoring when you have time? I know you're busy with your administrative duties and… other activities, but your knowledge would be invaluable to their development."

Saikhi's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Of course, Master! I'd love to teach them. Perhaps an hour each evening? I could share stories of the Red Isles, teach them about administration, and help develop their natural intelligence." She looked down at the children with pride. "They're already showing such promise."

"Can we learn about the big tower too?" Gobbo asked, bouncing on his feet.

"And all the books in the library?" Gobby added, equally excited.

"Everything," Saikhi promised, squeezing their hands. "We'll learn everything we can."

"I'll make sure to visit regularly too." Jonathan said, smiling at the unusual family before him. "Maybe we can all have dinner together sometimes?"

"Yes!" both children exclaimed in unison.

"That would be wonderful, Master." Saikhi beamed. "But for now, we really must go. The breeding chamber is waiting, and these little ones need their rest."

As they headed toward the door, both children turned to wave goodbye to Jonathan. He waved back, watching as they disappeared into the hallway, their excited chatter about their upcoming lessons echoing back to him. He shook his head, still amazed at how his life had taken such an unexpected turn, was he a father?