She had decapitated the hobgoblin's head while she was under the pit while the goblin horde were looking at the battlefield.
"Anyone else?"
She raised her voice, projecting it across the battlefield, her posture high and mighty like a queen looking down at the nasty bugs and vermin, eyes scanned the trembling goblins with amusement.
Then silence descended.
The goblins were looking left and right at their comrades, searching for strength but finding only fear. The same expression was on each of them. Dilated pupils. Clenched fists.
Then one goblin knelt down, the first dropped to his knees, bowing his head.
Then two.
Twenty.
Finally all thirty of them knelt down, a chorus of armor scraping against stone.
"We surrender!"
"Spare us, Great One!"
Lyssandra smiled, her lips curling into a triumphant arc. "Good."
**[Goblin Chief Title Unlocked]** All goblins monster type under your command gain a slight increase in strength, defense, and loyalty.
"It worked. Scanning the goblins told me about their cowardice and their hierarchy and... I got a new title!" She tapped her chin, analyzing the data in her head. "The bigger the fist, the more power they have."
Now she had underlings. Number, that meant her power had increased significantly. Maybe in this dungeon, she was not the strongest… yet, but with this force, soon she would take over other races in this dungeon.
A satisfied smile bloomed on her face while glancing down at the kneeling goblins. At the moment the most important thing to do as the leader of the goblin tribe was to fortify the overall strength.
No, she had to do everything to make them stronger.
Looking at the primitive weapons in their hands, swords bent out of shape, spears with cracked tips, bucklers made from dried leather and wood. Everything was so bad in the current situation. Even their living conditions were miserable. They slept on the ground in crude leather huts, for fuck's sake.
"I don't understand how can they live in this dump." she frowned as the smell of damp earth and unwashed bodies wafted up to her nose.
"You, you, and you. Take all the male goblins to take care of the bodies and corpses." She pointed at some random goblins with a sharp finger. "All the edible leave to one side, the rest leave to the other."
Then she looked at the five female goblins. They stood apart from the males, eyes wide with anticipation and fear. "The rest of you, come into the hut. We have a lot of conversation to be made."
She said with a big grin while looking at the male goblins quickly scurried up. They collected the bodies of the monsters and their kin with trembling hands then piled up meat and bones with desperate effort.
Every single being residing in the dungeon was created by mana. After death, they turned into mana and fed back the Dungeon Core. It was a cycle of birth, life, and death.
The female goblins slowly walked into the predecessor chief's hut now Lyssandra's place. The air inside was stale, smelling of old fur and sweat.
"If I remember correctly, both combat and sex can give me experience." she thought while walking toward the hut.
"Meanwhile, sex can give LP too."
"And if it is true, then next level up another system feature will be unlocked. I hope it will be what I'm thinking."
She stepped inside, leaving the males to their grisly work. The five female goblins shuffled into the small hut behind her, their footsteps soft and hesitant.
They stole wary glances at the human woman, fear plain in their wide eyes, yet beneath that fear lingered a flicker of curiosity and an inexplicable pull they could neither understand nor resist. Compared to their own rough kind, her beauty seemed almost otherworldly.
"Why are you so beautiful?" one goblin whispered.
"She smells like blood, but sweet…" another murmured, sniffing the air.
They glanced at the Chief's empty chair, then back at her. A kind of almost visible power radiated from her, tangible and heavy.
One of the females touched her own belly, remembering the mating instincts. They had heard stories of the Great Ones who came from above.
Was this her?
A goddess? Or a demon?
Their hands fidgeted with the rough edges of their leather skirts, some of them felt a heat rising in their lower bodies.
The sight of her smile was intoxicating. They bowed their heads again, waiting for commands.
"Speak, little ones." she invited.
Their voices came out in hushed tones.
"We… we obey."
"We… we will do everything you want."
"Oh, anything you said?" she smirked.
Then she looked at each one of them. Male goblins, they were ugly and a sore to the eyes. But their counterparts? They were just like humans, but with green skin.
Short in height, yet striking. Some were even pretty, to be honest. Such a feast to the eyes.
"Strip." she commanded.
No time to waste as all the goblin females disrobed quickly. Their naked bodies showed to her. Curves, muscles, and soft hair in intimate places.
"Even though they were monsters with humanoid figures, I couldn't deny the effect their bodies had on a man." Lyssandra thought while throwing her own leather clothes inside her inventory.
"You are not a woman?!" A female goblin with short, tangled hair exclaimed. Her eyes were wide with confusion and wonder.
"But you have big, big breasts." Another one with large, green eyes said and her gaze was fixed on Lyssandra's fun bags.
"No, she has that thing like the other male goblins." Another goblin with big breasts muttered as she pointed at Lyssandra's hard cock, slithering out of her pussy now standing up straight, firm and heavy.
It began as a slick stream of slime before hardening in an instant. Flesh coalesced from the magical fluid as muscle fibers wove together beneath newly formed skin. Veins bulged across its surface while it continued to grow, pulsing with unnatural vitality. Born of magic and lust, it stretched outward, heavy and wet, twitching ever so slightly as the potent and sexual scent of musk filled the air.
Lyssandra circled around the goblins, suddenly. Her eyes scanned their naked forms with a hungry gaze.
*Smack.*
She backhanded a goblin without warning.
*Eek!*
A goblin yelped. A red handprint bloomed on the ass cheek of the silent one. Her bangs covered her eyes as she rubbed the stinging spot and she didn't even say anything from the beginning.
Just stood there, trembling.
Lyssandra stepped closer, running a hand over the green skin. It was soft, warm, and slightly damp from sweat. Her body was a mix of curves and wiry muscle. Full, heavy breasts bounced as she moved. The hips were wide, perfect for birth and breeding. And her ass cheeks, those were rounded, jiggling slightly with every step. The slit between her legs was dark, hairy, and inviting.
Lyssandra grabbed her hip, pulling the plump goblin forward. "You have a nice ass. I like that."
The goblin's face flushed a deeper shade of green. Her nipples hardened under the gaze of the Great One. She bit her lip, looking away.
"Now, bend over." Lyssandra said, pointing at the bone throne.
The silent goblin turned her head back and forth from the throne to the monster between Lyssandra's legs. She swallowed hard, her throat visible then slowly she moved over.
Her steps were cautious, toes curling against the stone floor as she approached the throne. Her upper body bent forward until her elbows rested on the rough surface, leaving her ass raised high in anticipation waiting for the touch.
Then *plap*.
A soft phallus of meat dropped between the goblin ass cheeks.
"It won't fit, it's too big, it will kill her!" A female goblin said, her eyes glued to the cock. Even after saying so, nectar between her legs dripped down more and more.
The silent goblin glanced back, her eyes behind the bang wide as anticipation mixed with deep fear.
'What will happen if it enters me? Will it tear me apart?' she thought.
That penis was big, already more than 30 cm of girth.
The silent goblin was even shorter than the normal goblins that it could reach the her heart from her crotch, a massive length.
"Don't worry. It will be just fine. I won't let you die… not yet." Lyssandra leaned down and whispered.
Her large frame hung over the small goblin like a shadow. She blew a hot breath toward the goblin's sensitive ear.
And she smiled, a wicked, cruel smile.