"I will think of a solution later. Anyway, Morgana, how can you transform yourself into a humanoid? I just noticed."
She looked at Morgana, who stood tall in her half-human form.
Standing at an imposing two and a half meters, Morgana was a vision of monstrous elegance.
Her curves were staggering, her breasts and hips echoing the same voluptuous scale as Lyssandra's, matched only by an impossibly slim waist that accentuated the dramatic swell of her body.
Her abdomen, however, was gently rounded, full with life - the spider eggs.
Her face was a masterpiece of ethereal beauty, with a serene, almost divine expression that masked the predator within.
Her six red eyes remained a striking, unnatural red, glimmering with an intelligent, motherly warmth that was strangely intoxicating.
A rough, heavy magic slave stone collar choked at her throat, connected by a short, unyielding chain that pulled taut against the flesh while she shifted her weight.
From her back, eight slender spider legs arched outward, their dark, chitinous forms contrasting sharply with her soft, white skin. They moved with eerie grace, curling and uncurling in slow motions, as if guided by a will of alien force.
The dress she wore was spun from fine white threads, woven so delicately it resembled a living web.
Intricate patterns spread across the gossamer fabric like frost on glass, each strand catching the light with a faint, silken sheen.
The translucent fabric shifted and flowed around her limbs, offering little more than a teasing barrier while her own skin shimmered under the dim, flickering light of the cavern.
The garment clung to her towering frame, the translucent material leaving very little to the imagination.
It draped over her curves like a second skin, the sheer weave revealing the pale, flawless glow of her thighs and the deep valley of her chest.
Every movement sent ripples through the silken threads, making the dress shift and flow around her like a slow, alluring current of white lace.
"From your lustful gaze, it seems you have taken a liking to this form of mine. It is merely a skill to transform from half-spider to a fully humanoid shape."
Morgana struck a sultry pose, her eight spider legs twitching beneath her as she locked eyes with Lyssandra.
"I like this form. Stay in it from now on,"
Lyssandra commanded, stepping closer.
She reached out, her hand gently rubbing Morgana's lumped stomach with affection.
"As you wish, Master,"
Morgana whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss against Lyssandra's ear.
Warm, moist breath against skin.
Then a loud roar disrupted their intimate moment.
They looked down at the arena below and saw that the massacre had just ended.
Inside the walled arena, only three goblins remained standing amidst a sea of gore.
Body parts, blood, and intestines scattered across the floor where their kin had moments before swarmed.
"It is done,"
Lyssandra muttered, her voice calm despite the carnage.
"Bring them in and educate them,"
she ordered the swift goblin standing nearby.
'It seems those newborn goblins are yet to succumb to the effect of the [Goblin Chief] title.'
Lyssandra frowned slightly, staring at the trembling survivors.
'I guess I have to wait until tomorrow for the full bond to take hold.'
"Anyway, Luna. You take half of the goblins with you and head to the underground stream."
Lyssandra pointed to the wooden crates stacked in the distance, their lids sealed shut with hardened mud.
"Capture those inside. Those are newly born water slimes. Do not kill them. I have a specific use for them in the future."
"As you wish, Master," Luna replied, bowing gracefully before leading a group of goblins away to fulfill the task.
Then Lyssandra returned to her hut, her body weary but her appetite strong.
She consumed a hearty meal to restore her energy.
Once she was full, she called in the female goblins to join her.
The night ended with a heated orgy, leaving every participant drained in the best way possible.
"Goodnight," she murmured to her sleeping companions, closing her eyes.
Lyssandra woke up with a groan, pushing aside the entangled limbs and bloated bellies of the female goblins tangled in her sheets.
She stepped outside to see a row of square wooden crates stacked neatly in the center of the arena.
Luna was walking toward her, her step light and proud.
"It has been done, Master. We had to wait and bait each water slime individually."
"Finally, we captured all of them. There are exactly seven water slimes in these crates."
"Good job, my pet," Lyssandra praised, patting Luna's head affectionately before walking toward the containers.
"Ready your shields!" she shouted to the Hobgoblins standing guard around the stack.
Then a swift goblin unlatched the lid of one crate and opened it wide.
Suddenly, a high-pressure water jet erupted from inside, spraying straight at Lyssandra.
But the attack was useless since the shield wall blocked it completely.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lyssandra cast a fireball straight into the enclosed wooden crate.
The flames consumed the dry wood, and a large fire rose up.
"That was pathetic. Not even as strong as the matured water slimes from before," Lyssandra snickered.
Then a water slime jumped out of the burning crate, its form resembling the normal water slime but much smaller in size.
When it spotted Lyssandra, it suddenly stopped being aggressive and just stood there, bobbing gently in place.
"What should we do, Great One?" a Hobgoblin asked, gripping his shield tightly.
"Stand down," Lyssandra ordered.
The row of shields separated, creating a narrow path for her.
With steady steps, Lyssandra walked toward the water slime while Luna followed closely behind.
"Hello there, little one," Lyssandra cooed as she stepped right in front of the creature.
A smile bloomed on her face, warm and predatory at the same time.
The slime still did nothing, merely pulsing.
She reached out, picked it up, and gave it a playful squish with her fingers.
"It seems to like it," Lyssandra said, poking the translucent body again.
"You already had me, Master," Luna said, her cheeks puffing up slightly in mock jealousy.
"Don't worry, my pet. No water slime can compare to you," Lyssandra reassured her.
She set the water slime down gently back on the ground.
"A few of you go and build a fence in a large area. Use it to keep those water slimes contained," she ordered several hobgoblins nearby.
They quickly scrambled away to carry out the task, leaving the group alone.
Then Lyssandra continued the process. The hobgoblins would raise a shield to block the incoming water jet and she would tame each slime one by one by herself.
After ten minutes, everything was done, and she was surrounded by bobbing water slimes.
"They are cute, just like you, Luna," Lyssandra said, casting a fond glance at her companion.
"Th-thank you, Master," Luna replied, embarrassed as a tint of red dusted her face.
"It w-was done… Master," a coy voice reported to Lyssandra.
She looked at the speaker and noticed it was one of the newly born goblins from yesterday.
His eyes couldn't stop looking at her big breasts, full of unbridled lust.
Noticing this, Lyssandra snapped her fingers sharply, the sound cutting through the air like a whip.
"That was fast. Alright, you follow me and call your friends too."
She put the water slimes down and signaled the goblin to bring the other newly born ones to her location.
He quickly snapped out of his daze and went to retrieve his kin.
Behind her, the seven water slimes wiggled in place, following her every movement like obedient pets.
"You guys stay here and be good for me, okay?" Lyssandra said, rubbing a water slime gently as she closed the wooden fence that kept them from wandering out.
Then she walked away to tend to her various jobs and duties for the day.
Luna still followed close behind, her footsteps light.
"Master, you've never acted so caring with the new creatures toward them," her voice dragged with a hint of spoiled jealousy.
Then Lyssandra stopped on the path, turning her head to look directly into Luna's blue eyes.
Her hand caressed Luna's cheek, while her other hand found one of her large, firm breasts.
"Luna, you are special to me. But....remember your place."
Her hand moved up, squeezing tightly until one of Luna's massive breasts groaned under her grip, while another hand found its way to Luna's neck.
She strangulated Luna, holding her by the throat and lifted her up into the air as if she were nothing.
"You are my pet. Always remember that, and never question my decisions. Do you understand?"
Lyssandra hissed, her eyes cold and her voice dripping with a sudden flash of malice.
"Y-yes, Master… I-I am sorry." Luna gasped, struggling to form a coherent sentence. "I was a bad pet… Please punish me."
Then Lyssandra placed her back down, releasing the hold on her throat.
"Good. Now, behave and I will reward you later," she said smoothly, her voice soft once more.
"I will, Master." Luna replied, her emotion shifting rapidly from sadness to giddy happiness at the threat and praise.
They walked together, Luna clinging closer now, mindful of her status.