A single goblin prisoner was tied in the middle of a large cell like he was the guest of honor in some twisted sense. His short but highly muscular green body hung in midair from chains that were attached to his metal arm binds. But still another set of chains was locked into his feet to keep him straight in the air with no chance to even kick around. And to top it all, he only wore a grey bag with holes for his limbs as the prison had nothing better to give him.
When the large heavy door into the cell creaked open, the goblin's yellow eyes sharpened and he sent a defiant stare at the person who came in. His wrinkly face was distorted even more even as he held back any verbal signs of anger. Though then his eyes wandered down the soldier who wore tight red and gold uniform. In seconds he was sure the soldier was a woman just due to her hip and chest mound even as she wore a visor helmet that matched the coloring of her outfit.
"You should be honored as I will be personally conducting your... interrogation," a calm and serene female voice stated from behind the red and gold helmet.
"Mighty Zakul don't even know who arousing voice female is," the goblin declared.
"What did you call me?" the female soldier uttered and physically took a step back. Not that she had even gotten that close to the goblin.
"Arousing voice female, you are female and just your voice made Mighty Zakul hard," the goblin explained with nods. "A bit less clothing and your body might arouse Mighty Zakul too."
"How dare you, I'm Governor Ninora, it was my troops that raided your pathetic village, you and the lives of those creatures we took are in my hands," she flared. Glimmering sparks of fire manifested around her in a controlled manner.
"Mighty Zakul will never be enslaved by arousing elf giant Ninora, no matter how many others submit, Mighty Zakul's muscles will never work for others," the goblin declared with defiance that only served to make the elven noble interrogating him angrier.
"Who would want worthless beings like you as slaves, all I want to know is how your cursed magic works," Ninora exclaimed. "You will help me be the first one who has properly documented the logic behind your pathetic arts."
"Arousing female Ninora with weak magic has come to beg Mighty Zakul teach her magic? Zakul will teach if she begs," the goblin declared even as visible fire was manifesting all around the woman.
"Stop calling me that, and my magic isn't weak," Ninora flared and a burst of fire engulfed her right hand. She pointed it at the goblin and shot a blast of flames at the goblin. But even as it burned away his grey sack, it did not burn even the dark pubes from his body.
"Next one will burn through your skin and," Ninora voiced but then she stopped speaking when her eyes registered the throbbing green cock that centered the armor-like muscles of the goblin. Dark green veins pulsed and bulged almost in equal measure on his firm thighs as on his curved penis that almost looked like a living weapon of some kind. Though its tip gave it more of a shroom-like appearance.
"Such deranged magic... how dare you," Ninora flared yet again. "But you finally showed me something interesting."
"Arousing voice elf Ninora likes Mighty Zakul's cock?" the goblin exclaimed. He was not even able to wave his hip due to the binds on his legs and arms being perfectly adjusted.
"Of course not, it's your damn magic, you will teach it to me... and stop doing it, right now," Ninora voiced. "And don't think it will work on me, at most this could be used to sell useless trinkets on the market."
"Arousing voice elf Ninora wants Zakul to teach magic or stop teaching magic?" the goblin asked with a confused head tilt. "But Zakul did not even start yet."
"I will not play dumb games with you, stop making that thing look so... appealing," Ninora flared and she stomped almost next to the goblin. She lifted her right white-gloved hand closer to Zakul's face with a fire orb in her palm. The goblin looked at her with a moment of terror.
"Make it stop or I will burn it off," Ninora threatened and her right hand went down and she almost shook the cock with the orb of fire.
"Zakul will stop, Zakul will submit to the mighty elf Ninora," the goblin cried and the flames around the elf went away. But in the next moment, her eyes dilated behind the visor.
"You said you were going to stop," Ninora uttered while her hand was hovering in the air like she was going to grab the upward curved cock at any moment.
"Zakul stopped everything, is not even breathing," the goblin exclaimed while Ninora's hand slowly floated closer to his cock. And before neither of them really registered it, her fingers squeezed around it. And for several seconds, she kept feeling his strong pulse and it was barely dampened by her glove.
"Zakul submits, will be Mighty Ninora's seed slave, will give her many strong offspring or die trying," the goblin declared and he somehow managed to gain enough momentum to give a thrust into Ninora's hand. It sent her stumbling backward and she barely managed to correct her feet in time not to fall.
"W-what?" Ninora uttered. Her eyes went from her glove to cock and back several times before she turned around and almost ran out of the cell. The goblin kept yelling about being a good breeding slave even after she was long gone.
** * **
The moment Ninora reached her office, she took off her helmet and swiped her forehead. Even her tied blond hair that had slight curls had disheveled a bit on her forehead. But somehow her matching golden eyes were even more unfocused than the fingers that tried to correct her ponytail.
"I brought all the things that we could find, as you ordered, but I can swear, some of these are just sticks and stones," Captain Wilbert voiced. Ninora had barely noticed that the Captain had followed her into the room. But before she turned around to face him, her beautifully sculpted face was calm as a statue.
"I see that, what did the mages say?" Ninora asked while she walked behind her desk. On it were the most unusual findings from the goblin village, a few stone tablets, and polished rocks.
"They sensed no magic in any of these, not even in that fetish statue, and one of them said the best trick the shaman can do is to throw rocks at them," Wilbert replied. Despite him being the height of an average human, he barely matched the elf in that aspect. Though he was clearly bulkier which was easy to see as both of them wore almost matching uniforms.
"What about the female mages?" Ninora asked while her eyes trailed down on the tablets. Their characters were so wrinkly she was hardly able to believe it was a real language.
"Same opinion as the male mages, not that it comes as a surprise. Whatever these creatures use is so weak that it can be barely counted as something magical," Wilbert shrugged. Even as he spoke, his eyes kept taking glances from the altar statue of the goblins even as it was under a blanket. As a life-sized naked human female made of clay, it was the most intricate find by far.
"Did they look at that... never mind, you are dismissed," Ninora almost stuttered while she thought of the ridiculously appealing looking goblin cock. She had never seen one before but there was no way she would just like how one looked.
Wilbert gave a salute and he left the room. His lingering interest towards the naked clay woman did not escape even Ninora despite her own issues. Though she could not really blame him, the female figure on all fours was so perfectly sculpted that it could have passed as art. And it definitely did not look like something the almost feral goblins had made.
"Very well, I just have to see what the other prisoners have to say," Ninora mused while she put on her helmet. "At least one of them should have enough sense not to defy me."
** * **
Ninora was only able to make herself speak to four of the other goblin prisoners. All of them were so vulgar that their words kept still echoing in her head. And that was without even mentioning that all of their cocks had a strange appeal to them that none of the female guards were seemingly able to see. Not that Ninora had dared to ask them directly.
"So many... sturdy... and long designs, and I don't even like green," Ninora almost panted while she laid on her large white bed. She only wore her milky nightgown and even that was hitched over her hip.
Fingers of Ninora's left hand were half sunk into her pussy to stretch it while her right was gripping her blond pubes. The curly hair only grew on her currently swollen mound that was connected to her stomach with tempting athletic lines.
"Such insolence, how dare they look like that," Ninora flared and her right gave a hard slap to her swollen clit before it resumed its grip from her pubes. All the while her left kept pushing deeper to massage her soaked folds with its knuckles.
Due to her aroused state, Ninora was barely able to regret that she had kept checking more goblin cocks just so she could find one she was not attracted to. But it had only caused more of them to circle around her mind with increasingly vivid details.
"They are my prisoners, then why," Ninora voiced while she lifted her long and shapely legs to stretch her nethers. But then she lowered them and rose to sit on the edge of the bed.
"That's right, they are my prisoners... I can do with them... what I want, in fact, that creature should be begging to... serve me," Ninora muttered with an increasingly tilted smile. "If he is not going to undo this... revolting curse, I'm going to make him satisfy me."
Ninora stood up and wiped the drool from her lips with her left hand that was already soaked from her pussy. Though the wet experience jolted her enough to go wash her face and hands before she went and got her white robes and headed down into the dungeon.
