Lyssandra said nothing and headed toward her temporary residence, a fully furnished log house built by the goblins to accommodate her and her growing harem.
It was three times larger than any standard log house the hobgoblins and swift goblins occupied, reflecting her status.
As she stepped inside, a symphony of savory aromas hit her nose, so intoxicating that her saliva began to pool in her mouth.
Gulp.
"Welcome home, Mistress!"
the Bloom Mothers greeted Lyssandra in unison, carefully placing several steaming, finished dishes onto the large wooden table.
Lyssandra reached out and pulled Naya close, kissing her deeply in a passionate embrace.
Their tongues tangled and wrestled in a wet dance until Naya's lips were swollen, only then did Lyssandra finally release her.
Naya, breathless and flushed, whispered, "Hah… hah…Mistress...we followed your instructions and finally managed to prepare these dishes."
"Even though it was quite hard to remember everything you said. No, actually, your voice was very soothing… No… ah… ah… I didn't mean to say it that way!" Helena stuttered, biting her tongue in embarrassment.
Another Bloom Mother spoke up on her behalf,
"We failed many times. Even with the object you call a 'book', we still couldn't read it, so we had to rely on trial and error."
'How could I forget they were once savage monsters? Of course they couldn't read,'
Lyssandra thought, lightly slapping her forehead with her palm.
It seemed she would have to teach them literacy as well; her daily schedule was becoming increasingly crowded.
"Anyway, let's taste these foods,"
Lyssandra declared as she sank into the sturdy wooden chair.
Spread before her was an array of dishes: Hearth-Stewed Meat, a Fire-Roasted Platter, Ironpot Braise, and more.
Though they were essentially various meats cooked with vegetables, the different techniques of roasting, searing, and boiling gave each one a distinct, mouth-watering appeal.
She grasped a wooden fork, picking up a piece of steaming meat and sliding it into her mouth.
The taste was exquisite; the meat was tender and rich, each bite releasing a deep, savory flavor despite the complete absence of spices.
Next, she tried the mashed potatoes from another dish, which were soft and buttery, melting on her tongue and soaking up every drop of meat juice.
Each mouthful felt like a quiet, warm comfort, filling her with satisfaction.
However, when she tried a piece of what looked like boiled meat, she had to spit it out almost immediately after the first bite.
"What the hell is this?"
she exclaimed, her face twisting in disgust.
While she could handle raw monster meat, this particular concoction was on another level of foulness.
She glared at the dish; visually, the stew looked perfect, rich in color with the surface gently rippling from the heat.
Its aroma was warm and inviting, but the moment it touched her tongue, the illusion shattered.
The taste was completely off—flat in some places and strangely bitter in others, leaving a lingering, unpleasant aftertaste in her mouth.
"Who did this?"
she asked, her gaze sharpening as she glared at the gathered Bloom Mothers.
The group began to tremble, their eyes collectively shifting and finally focusing on one figure: Helena.
"I am so sorry, Mistress! I didn't know it wouldn't suit your taste!"
Helena cried out, immediately dropping to her knees with her forehead pressed against the floor.
Tears clung to the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over in her desperation to please.
"It's fine. Just be more careful next time,"
Lyssandra sighed and waved her off dismissively, though a sudden thought occurred to her.
"How many dishes did you prepare?"
she asked.
"There were three: this, this, and this,"
Helena replied, pointing to three different pots.
"Even though they are barely edible, we cannot afford to waste food,"
Lyssandra noted.
"Helena, take these dishes to the captured Lightning Wolf. And while you are there, call Luna back,"
Lyssandra commanded with a cruel smile on her face and the girl scurried away to carry out the orders.
A few minutes later, Helena returned, accompanied by Luna following close behind.
Lyssandra and the other Bloom Mothers were still dining, and the newcomers joined the circle.
"You're not going to eat?"
Lyssandra asked Luna, noting that she hadn't touched any of the food on the table.
"I'm a slime; I don't really need to eat. But…"
she lingered on the last word, her voice dropping an octave.
"There is actually another kind of food I'm craving,"
she added, her tone becoming sultry and laden with intent.
"Then feel free to treat yourself,"
Lyssandra replied with a knowing smile, slowly parting her knees to create an opening.
Before anyone could react, Luna dove under the table, crawling swiftly to the space between Lyssandra's legs.
With a deft movement, she brushed the fabric of Lyssandra's bodysuit aside and carefully guided the massive cock, which had been nested within her pussy, out into the open.
"Ohhh… how I've missed this scent,"
Luna cooed, taking a deep, shuddering breath of the musk radiating from Lyssandra's member.
Luna extended her long tongue, taking one long, slow lick from the very base up to the flared head, before slurping away the glistening precum dripping from the tip.
She then moved lower, taking each of Lyssandra's heavy balls into her mouth and swirling them around with her tongue in a rhythmic, wet motion.
"Mmmh… just keep doing exactly what you're doing,"
Lyssandra moaned, eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the feast on the table above and the expert blowjob below.
The Bloom Mothers watched the scene with eyes full of jealousy, realizing they had been completely outplayed by a slime—a damn water slime, no less.
But it was too late; this was Luna's stage, and she intended to use it to her heart's content, worshiping that magnificent dick.
"Tell me about the Lightning Wolf. Has it been behaving itself?"
Lyssandra asked, her voice trembling slightly with pleasure.
"I wuh able to make… chomp… pwocess, buh…"
Luna's voice came out muffled and messy, her words distorted because her mouth was completely occupied by the massive cock head.
"No talking while your mouth is full,"
Lyssandra lightly flicking Luna's forehead with her finger.
"Ouch! Alright! Actually, I didn't manage to get it to cooperate. It just shot lightning at anyone getting closer, and in a recent accident, two swift goblins were injured while delivering its food. If it weren't for your order to keep it alive, I would have already chopped its head off!"
Luna quickly finished her sentence before diving back down to suck the cock with renewed vigor.
"I'll see to it myself then,"
Lyssandra decided, choosing to handle the unruly beast personally.
The dinner remained delicious, the air in the large house filled with happy smiles and warm conversation.
In stark contrast to the joyous atmosphere inside the mansion, within another small log house, a solitary figure sat huddled in a corner.
His hands were clutched tightly over his ears, and his lips moved incessantly, repeating gibberish words in a broken loop.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
It didn't take much, a certain tone of voice, a sudden movement, or anything too close or too fast and his body reacted before his mind could process the stimulus.
His chest tightened and his breath turned shallow whenever he looked down at his crotch, seeing only his solitary left testicle remaining.
"Three…"
"Hey, Three, are you in here?"
One opened the door, a thin sliver of weak light pouring into the oppressive darkness of the small log house.
"I've been knocking for a while but didn't hear a reply, so I just let myself in. Are you okay?"
One asked, his voice tinged with genuine concern.
"I… I'm okay. Don't mind me,"
Three replied dismissively, attempting to brush past One to exit the house.
"Wait,"
One said, firmly catching Three's arm.
"Tell me. I know you're hurting. Even though I can't fix it, I can at least listen,"
One offered softly.
Three stood frozen for a moment, silently grappling with the turbulence crashing through his mind.
"Alright… come in,"
he finally murmured, deciding to open up.