*You've all been waiting for this, and I've cut this post a little shorter than others for reasons you'll understand soon. Enjoy!*
Chapter 17
The night passes in a blur of dreams, most of them you feel were probably erotic as you wake up in your bed. You realise you've slept in your dress, a mix of disappointment and appreciation runs through you as you understand Terenim must have put you to bed. Without so much as taking off your clothes. Your hands tentatively move to your breasts and sex and find them quite sensitive, eliciting a moan from you.
You smell food and turn your head to the nightstand on which a tray rests, food piled on top of it; enough to sate your hunger. You eat quickly, the events of yesterday having drained you of nutrients and energy. As you begin to feel better, your focus widens to take in sounds, smells and such around you. Eventually you hear the sounds of struggling, growling, and the clanging of metal upon metal.
For half a second you fear some kind of attack, but instructions being shouted by what sound like goblin sergeants informs you of what you're listening to. Training. You do your best to wash up, impatient to get up to the seventh floor.
Seventh floor? How... Has my hearing gotten even better?
You theorise that your transformation yesterday could have further improved your capabilities since there's no way goblins could be training down here, but don't spend too much time on the subject. You find another set of clothing in the drawers in your room, a sort of light shirt and pants, tight but very elastic just like the dress.
Made from the same silk as your previous garment, they allow you to move quickly through the hallway until you reach the door to the staircase. You hesitate in front of it, not only because you might be leaving your lord asleep in his room without so much as a greeting, but also because you do not know how to open the door itself.
You remember that breakfast in your room is not a normal thing, so he must be awake and have organised for it to be delivered. That issue cleared up, you turn back to the door and put a hand on it pensively.
How could I...
You feel a shift in the energy holding the door closed and it swings open. Your smile at Terenim's thoughtfulness. These gateways are designed to keep anyone without permission from opening them, which means he must have added you to that list beforehand. It seems small and insignificant, but this action shows that he trusts you to roam his dungeon, his very home without supervision.
You head up the stairs and ignore the treasure room entirely, instead hurrying upwards to the seventh floor. Your heartbeat increases slightly as your long slender legs take the steps two by two. You grin to yourself at the thought of combat and burst through the doors, taking not of the surprising 'bloodlust' you feel.
You are greeted by the sight of hundreds, if not thousands of goblins and their officers training. Most of them are practicing general military tactics, manoeuvers and such, but other higher ranking creatures are having some sort of tournament.
The smell of sweat and pheromones given out by the countless active bodies hits you like a maramen charge, and your knees weaken for a moment as heat rushes into your cunt and breasts. Your skin tingles all over as you pant and eventually calm down; images of being used by each and every creature here flashing through your mind. You can just imagine the hordes of goblins turning towards you and overpowering you with numbers; their members hardening all around you as the first of them forces his shaft between your-
You are brought back to reality by a tug on your clothes and look down to see the goblin from before. The one which had handed you a handkerchief to clean your nails and fingers from the fight with Orgal the troll. You blush, as if he could tell what you were thinking about, before greeting him.
He responds with a few signs and gestures, communicating that he has not learned to speak your language yet. You do your best to dumb down your speech and gesture more to communicate. He informs you of where lord Terenim is, and leads you to it. You ask him his name as you walk through the throngs of soldiers, aware and strangely satisfied by the wave of erections you are causing as their eyes devour your body. He responds by pointing to one of the large pillars in the cavern, where a stalagmite and stalactite met eons ago.
"Pillar?"
He makes a chopping motion down the middle of his arm.
"Pil?"
He grins and nods happily. Just as you're about to try and talk to him some more about where the name comes from, the crowd of soldiers thins out and stops near an area of the cave set up like a basic arena. A marge crescent-moon shaped slab of stone rises gradually from its centre, interrupted by long slabs of stone used as seats. At the bottom is a ring about thirty steps in diameter, covered in a thin layer of powder; possibly some sand-like element. Many weapons hang from stands, positioned to the sides of the bleachers along with armour, and dozens of powerful officers are sat watching the arena. They're sweaty, some of them bloody, but none of them seem to care about their wounds or filthiness, instead wide eyed and transfixed by what is going on in the ring. Between you and the ring stands a large crowd of cheering goblins and other officers ranked too low to be on the bleachers. This throng of bodies is blocking your view of the event.
You make your way closer, and when you reach the edge of the circle you let out a gasp. That sweet scent can only be your lord's and it is
intense
. You can't bear it and your legs very nearly give out. You look into the arena with wide, lustful eyes and with your tongue running over your lips.
What awaits you inside the arena first causes confusion, followed by shock, and finally awe.
Two of them? Of him?
There in the circle, their bodies clashing against one another, are two Terenims. Every time their bodies collide the air pulses and cracks, their power and speed causing shockwaves. They move too fast to follow in detail, and every so often will blink in and out of existence for everyone but you. You can see them jumping across the entire cave, using the pillars to push off of or hanging from the ceiling to strike at each other.
You will your eyes to focus on their auras rather than the physical aspects of their bodies. A quick look into their magical energies shows you that one of them has a heavily diluted energy, and you imagine it could be some sort of clone; albeit a very convincing one since he seemed to be giving the original quite the workout. Sitting there on the floor with your entire body shivering at the scents and sight, you take all this in in awe until they suddenly stop. The clone disappears like ash being blown away by wind until nothing is left, and Terenim walks towards you. His sweat drips off of his body, sliding down his chest and gathering in the waistband of his pants, just above his crotch.
Even soft you can see his member through his pants if you focus, and boy are you focused in that moment. He stops, standing in front of you with his bulge at your eye level.
"Morning, Shyvana my dear. Care to test your strength?"
You swallow hard, tearing your eyes from his crotch to look into his. You slowly but steadily get up and straighten. Your pupils dilate and your heart pounds harder as you nod, following him into the ring. You're hesitant to take him on after he's already tired out, not wanting to hurt him. You frown, reluctant to begin until the gong you noticed on the side of the arena is sounded, and he springs into action.
He grins as you barely block the first sweeping kick, and your mind kicks into gear immediately. Even worn out your lord seems overwhelmingly powerful, and your brain shifts with your body into a combat state of mind.
