(A/N: Which character should get more focus next? I made a poll on my Patreon page and everyone can vote on it, feel free to join the fun)
"Was that your ex-boyfriend?"
Lyssandra glanced at Naya, noting the hobgoblin who had been staring at her moments ago.
"Huhmm?...."
Naya looked back and said
"Yeah, I think it was him. Since I evolved, I haven't met him again, so I'm not entirely sure. But I don't care; it's only you in my mind now, Mistress,"
Naya continued, her voice sultry as she hugged Lyssandra's arm.
"Good, I like you better this way," Lyssandra replied.
With that, the group began moving toward the underground stream.
Once they arrived, they all stripped naked, immersing themselves in the soothing, cool water.
"Ahhh… I can't remember the last time I was able to take a shower like this,"
Helena muttered, trying her best to tiptoe above the deeper parts of the stream.
"I agree. This place used to be the habitat of those damn water slimes. We never had a chance to do this before,"
Naya said, before she quickly realized something.
"I—I mean the other water slimes! Not you, Luna! You're cute!"
"It's fine, I don't care about them. They're stupid anyway,"
Luna said, clearly enjoying the water—the very element where she should naturally be living.
"I was wondering, how were you able to understand what the other monsters were saying?"
Lyssandra asked them, a curious glint in her eyes.
"I don't know. I was born with the ability to communicate with others. Even the dumb lightning wolves rarely spoke, but I could understand their howls from the one we captured before,"
Luna explained, her finger tapping pensively against her chin.
"Yeah, I think the same. Actually, it is you who shouldn't be able to understand us monsters. How did you do that Mistress?"
Naya asked Lyssandra.
"Isn't it obvious? I am simply a…..genius,"
Lyssandra replied, letting out a loud laugh as her finger playfully flicked the hard, pink nipple of another Bloom Mother.
Luna and the others merely chuckled.
If anyone else had called them geniuses, they would have dismissed the person as a complete idiot, but this was their master, their mistress… their goddess.
Even if she were to pass gas, they would inhale the scent and treat it as the most fragrant aroma they had ever inhaled.
"Anyway, Mistress, are you going to conquer the rest of the lightning wolves in the jungle?"
Luna asked Lyssandra.
"Not just yet. There is something I need to accomplish before finishing them off,"
Lyssandra replied, falling into a deep, contemplative thought.
"How did the captured lightning wolf behave?"
Lyssandra questioned.
"As expected from a savage monster, it was going absolutely wild. It threatened anyone who dared get close the last time I checked,"
Luna reported.
"Keep it well-fed and healthy. I will be needing it soon,"
Lyssandra commanded, returning to scrubbing her body.
"Mistress, let me help you,"
Naya said, gliding closer.
Her big breasts pressed against Lyssandra's back as she began to slowly and rhythmically scrub the woman's skin.
As one would expect from a group of horny women, one's actions quickly sparked another's, leading to a chaotic chain reaction.
Soon, everyone was focused on scrubbing every inch of Lyssandra's body.
Some women sandwiched her arms between their massive breasts, while others smothered her face between their plump, heavy tits.
Luna wrapped her hands around Lyssandra's cock, squeezing it between her tits as she scrubbed it vigorously up and down.
The peaceful stream was soon replaced by a rowdy symphony of moaning and rhythmic grunting.
The clear water slowly began to turn white, clouded by the potent, erupting seeds of the entire group.
Having finished their bath, their bodies were cleaned of the sticky fluids and sweat.
Lyssandra spoke while casually rubbing the bloated, distended belly of Helena.
"Watch your step from now on. All of you are currently carrying my child."
The Bloom Mothers erupted in joy, jumping and squirming like excited teenagers.
"Finally! I am pregnant with Mistress's child! I'm so happy!"
Helena cried, unable to stop the tears of joy from flowing.
"I promise I will take care of your child, Mistress. This one and all the ones that follow in the future,"
Naya added, affectionately caressing her own large, swollen belly.
"Of course. That shall be your primary duty from now on: bear as many of my children as possible until the day you die,"
Lyssandra commanded with absolute dominance.
That single sentence was enough to cause several of the Bloom Mothers to leak a little, their panties instantly becoming damp with arousal.
Back at the goblin camp, Lyssandra summoned the three newly born goblins from the previous lightning wolf hunt to the arena.
They stood before her, and though they were less intimidated than before, they were still trembling slightly.
As she looked them over, she noticed they had changed.
It was subtle, yet they appeared more mature, perhaps even more intelligent; it was likely the influence of her [Goblin Chief] title.
"From now on, you will be called One,"
she declared to the leading goblin, who had demonstrated high levels of patience, decisiveness, and adaptability from the previous fight.
"You are Two,"
she said, pointing to the goblin who had previously been injured while attempting to rescue his companion.
"And you are Three,"
she finished, gesturing to the goblin who had suffered a destroyed asshole from a lightning wolf.
His face still wore an expression of sorrow and horror as the memory resurfaced.
"Yesterday, I taught you how to use traps and your environment to your advantage when facing strong foes,"
she said, her gaze scanning their faces.
"Today, I will teach you how to use those small daggers I gave you. It is a shame that not one of you utilized them during your encounter with those lightning wolves,"
Lyssandra added, her tone stern.
"Wait… does that mean you saw everything? Even when that fucking dog was pumping my ass with its cock, you were just standing there watching?"
Lyssandra's eyes narrowed, a sharp edge cutting through her composed expression.
"Yes, Three. I saw everything."
Her words hung heavy in the air, clinical and devoid of apology. She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the stone floor.
"I saw that massive canine cock splitting you open. I saw you take it like a bitch in heat."
Her voice remained steady, almost detached, though there was something predatory in the way her lips curved. She circled around the group slowly, her gaze fixed on Three with unwavering intensity.
"You all thought I had left you to fend for yourselves. How foolish."
The blonde woman stopped directly in front of Three, towering over him. Her bright blue eyes glinted dangerously as she tilted her head, blonde hair cascading over one shoulder.
"I never leave my goblins unprepared. Those lightning wolves were my test—a trial to see how you would respond under pressure. Most of you failed spectacularly."
She reached out, gripping Three's chin between her fingers with surprising strength. Her touch was cool against his skin, dominating in its precision.
"I watched that beast mount you. I watched your body convulse with each thrust. And do you know what struck me most?"
Her thumb brushed against his lower lip, the gesture oddly intimate yet utterly controlling.
"How you surrendered. How you spread yourself wider, begging for more like a heat-crazed female."
Three's whole body trembling, indignation filling him.
Lyssandra merely stood her ground, looking down at him as if he were nothing more than a rat squeaking at her feet.
"Seize him!"
With a mere flick of her finger, One and Two quickly apprehended Three, kicking the backs of his knees to force him onto the ground.
"And....do you even realize who you were just speaking to?"
Lyssandra asked, her voice eerily neutral.
Realizing the gravity of his mistake, Three tried to redeem, desperately kowtowing his head toward the dirt, but he was held firmly in place by his comrades.
Lyssandra stood over him, raising her leg to place her heel squarely on Three's chest, applying steady, punishing pressure.
"Put him down and pull his loincloth aside,"
Lyssandra commanded.
One and Two held him down as One began to fidget with Three's loincloth, while the mistress's heel remained pressed against his chest.
"Look at this pathetic worm you've found,"
Lyssandra sneered as Three's small, green penis stood hard, leaking a bead of precum.
"Even when facing death, you remain a truly horny monster," she continued.
"Since you seem to enjoy being fucked in the ass so much, I think it is time I grant you your wish,"
Lyssandra said, raising her heel high above his chest.
With a sudden, violent movement, she slammed her foot down, her sharp heel striking directly against his cock.
"Aaaaagh!"
Three's agonizing scream tore through the air, a high-pitched sound of pure torture that instantly drew every living soul in the camp to witness the spectacle.
His cock now hung by a thread, half-severed and slick with blood that poured down in a thick, unrelenting stream, dripping onto the dirt below.
The skin was torn and jagged, and every spasm of his trembling body sent fresh crimson spilling across the floor.
"I-it hurts!!! I beg you!! Please s-stop!!!"
Three screamed, his legs kicking wildly against the dirt as he tried to escape the torture.
"Not enough,"
Lyssandra declared coldly, raising her bloody heel once more to bring it down upon his right testicle.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!"
The pain exploded through him the instant her heel struck, sharp and blinding, like a shriveled sapodilla fruit punctured by a jagged iron spike.
His body folded in on itself, a broken mess of green limbs, as the impact crushed his testicle against the hard ground.
His right ball was now a pulp, the skin bursting open to reveal raw, red fibers mixed with dark blood and shattered tissue.
The crushed organ leaked a mixture of bright red blood and yellowish fluid, creating a sticky, gruesome pool beneath his trembling form.
He whimpered, his eyes rolling back in his head as the agony radiated from his groin up to his brain.