A/N: To celebrate getting my first-ever patron, enjoy 3 new chapters!
Upon the arrival back at the newly fortified goblin encampment, the three newest recruits were already being attended to within their modest, hastily-constructed wooden homes.
Their rest was a well-earned prize in Lyssandra's eyes, allowing them to fully regain strength and heal from their early struggles as part of her ever-expanding army and workforce.
She moved quickly towards the central of the camp, summoning a parchment document from her vast, dimension-bound system inventory that represented the architectural design for a true masterpiece.
This was the grand blueprint, drawn the previous day, for a colossal mansion featuring numerous spacious rooms designed to serve as a true castle fit for her status.
However, the realization soon struck her with amusement, that these savage brutes likely held no knowledge whatsoever of how to decipher the intricate lines and angles of such an organized plan.
She had to guide their ignorance through patient repetition and simple, direct instruction.
Assembling the entire male workforce minus the fresh arrivals, she ushered them toward the arena formerly used for brutal executions which was now also served as a communal briefing stage.
"Pay attention, everyone! I observed all your crude log dwellings are finished to perfection, so now is my turn to construct something finer," she bellowed as she unrolled the delicate schematic on an upturned wooden supply crate.
The goblins scrambled to crowd the edges of the formation, their expressions displaying a mixture of awe, confusion, and pure clueless.
Surely, exactly as Lyssandra had expected, those large grinning mouths stared blankly at the detailed architectural wonders, seeing nothing but strange squiggles and circles that baffled their uneducated minds.
"Does this scribbling show the shape of a battlefield from the birds-eye view above our heads, Great One?" questioned a hobgoblin, scratching the hard surface of the parchment with a finger.
"The ones that look like box must be pitfalls dug to trap the monsters while the tall lines must be the cages for holding prisoners while they bleed," suggested another one with a proud grin.
"That one is just pure stupidity in one giant gobble up a giant brain," a sleek and fast swift goblin shouted back loudly. "These boxes show a row of rooms tied to one main roof."
Arguments and shouting erupted within seconds, pitting the organized strength of the hobgoblins against the street-wise wisdom of the smaller and faster swift goblins.
"No you dumb-ass! You call the lines doors instead of paths and the circles show places we put things in," yelled another swift goblins pointing wildly and bumping into each other in chaotic clusters.
"Silence!" Lyssandra bellowed through the din, her voice cutting cleanly like a knife through thick butter to stop the chaos completely.
"Listen close! This is not just random lines but a map that teaches you how to build structures stronger than wood and stone," she commanded loudly before pulling back her hand.
Lyssandra gently pressed a finger against the largest rectangular shape of the design, then physically pointed to the physical land across where they would construct that wall in real life.
"To begin you must find that exact square to build one solid floor which forms a base of support so everything else stays straight like before," she instructed, taking up sticks in front of the dirt ground as examples to draw matching angles and show alignment in real space.
"Now move here, build your supports like this and they match the angle," she dictated loudly, emphasizing every geometric change on the ground to correlate strictly back onto the sheet they gawked at with blank stares.
The goblins stopped jabbering and followed with hesitant, their collective brain suddenly whirred with clarity at last.
"Why do this part open?" asked the hobgoblin again, his head spinning from the sudden input and now looking completely baffled.
"So enemies can come in? whispered one smaller swift goblin to himself as he stepped closer.
"So you can go in! Idiots!" another swift goblin slugged him on the side of the helmet, shouting a curse.
Lyssandra did not let this interruption turn her patience.
She walked slowly over and pointed to each symbol on the design as she broke them down simply, explaining the exact lines and boxes so they learned exactly the roles they serve.
"This line shows where a wall goes around you in a circle," Lyssandra said while circling the paper slowly. "You put the line where this says outer."
"These boxes right here, this is where the storage of food must go instead of sleeping area. While the big space in middle of map shows where everyone eat." She held the blueprint so high they all can see while they bobbing and nodding to get best sight.
"But how the hell does a paper tell you which stone and log I place?" A swift goblin called out impatiently, squinting at the crude symbols scrawled upon the parchment sheet as if they were code for alien runes instead of plans for human rooms and architecture.
The swarm of goblins leaned in, eyes locked on the strange markings as if their lives truly depended on it.
No guessing now—every line, every shape mattered. One wrong assumption, and the "walls" they imagined would collapse into nothing.
"No," Lyssandra said, tapping the paper. "This is a wall. You don't walk through it."
A hobgoblin hesitated, then stepped around the line instead. Another copied him.
Hours slipped by as she made them build and rebuild, sticks for walls, gaps for doors, stones for corners. At first, they fumbled, placing entrances where none should be, trapping themselves in dead ends. But slowly, the chaos gave way to pattern.
"Here," one muttered, shifting a stick. "Door."
Lyssandra didn't correct him this time.
By the time dusk settled in, their movements had changed. Hesitation faded. Lines became paths, shapes became rooms. And finally, the basic was finished.
"Time to sleep~" Luna whined softly, stretching her arms upward eagerly for the night. Her heart fluttered wildly thinking about the hidden truth behind the magic meat that turned beasts into lustful predators.
"Tonight is when i know what really happened," she mumbled aloud, wiggling with excitement inside the soft leather tent reserved specifically for her and her master, well....maybe for these female goblins too.
Luna sat cross-legged on a thick bedroll cushion surrounded by several female goblins, each displaying swollen stomachs that refused to flatten no matter how long they rested after their breeding sessions with the Great One.
Their conversations buzzed with endless chatter regarding their experiences under Lyssandra's fingers, measuring who managed the deepest thrust or who swallowed the longest stretch of that monstrous cock between them without gagging.
"Naturally I must be her perfect bitch, because she treated my open throat just exactly like an extra dick cover over the last few nights! Did anyone else see her pull out while still twitching?" Naya declared loudly, puffing chest high in satisfaction as she pointed at the room with wild eyes full of pride.
"It should have been me! She filled my womb so deeply i surely will have many children born soon!" replied another smaller silent goblin whose skin had become even softer since first becoming fertilized by Lyssandra's potent seed.
"No! It was mine!" shouted another among the crowd, who held up her belly tightly hoping others would acknowledge that hers had grown larger than everyone else's around here lately!
"Mine!" cried yet another one nearby, clinging onto her own distended middle stubbornly while glaring fiercely at any rival trying to steal away from her status as Lyssandra favorite slut next only beside Luna herself.
Luna watched the chaotic argument from the sidelines, her ears perking up at their rivalry yet her heart swelling with quiet confidence that no mere goblin could ever truly rival her status as master's personal pet.
She was the exclusive vessel for the Great One's seed, the chosen breeding doll who held a place in Lyssandra's heart far above these common tribe monsters.
"Trying to be my favorite bitch, eh?" Lyssandra announced as she stepped into the dimly lit hut, her presence instantly silencing the bickering females around the room and bringing all eyes onto her like magnets.
"Great One!
"Master!" shouted the goblins in unison while Luna bowed gracefully with a much more seductive flourish compared to the clumsy bow of the others.
The group immediately surged forward, eager to latch onto every inch of skin available on the woman they worshipped with such fervent devotion and hunger.
"Relax, let me breathe a little first," Lyssandra chuckled warmly as she waded through the chaotic mass of limbs trying to smother her with adoration and affection.
She made her way to the bone throne, sitting down with a deliberate grace that commanded the entire small crowd to fall silent around her once more.
Lyssandra hooked her fingers into the fabric at her crotch, peeling aside the tight black bodysuit to reveal the massive, throbbing length of her cock waiting patiently in the folds of her own body.
"Come. Use your tongues," she commanded with a voice dripping in honeyed dominance, gesturing for them to start.
Luna eagerly slipped to the ground first, her blue long tongue already out and wet, ready to show the others why she was truly the best among them in sucking cock.