"Master," Lila's voice broke the silence, carrying a quality utterly unlike her former timidity.
"I am willing to tame a new noble bitch for my master."
"Oh?" Lila's words caught Glak somewhat off guard.
"I happen to have... a suitable candidate here."
Lila's small mouth curved into a slow smile. "Evelyn Silverthorn of the Silverthorn family."
"Silverthorn?" Glak's deep voice carried a hint of amusement.
"One of Lordaeron's most illustrious military noble houses."
Lila's tone remained steady, yet as she uttered the name, her fingertips traced her cheek, as if lingering traces of some humiliating touch still clung there.
"The family bears the silver thorn as its crest, having commanded the Royal Guard for generations with formidable influence. Evelyn Silverthorn, the eldest granddaughter of the current head of the house, is spoiled beyond measure, arrogant, tyrannical and pampered to the core!"
Lila's tone carried undisguised contempt.
"She bears the title of knight yet possesses none of the spirit or bearing befitting one. Are you aware of this, my lord?"
Lila's voice sharpened with a note of scornful derision.
"This esteemed lady knight, loathing the weight of heavy boots, instead parades through the academy daily in sensuous stiletto heels adorned with the Silverthorn crest!"
"On my very first day at the academy... I accidentally blocked her path, then she kicked me down with her high heels. The heel crushed my cheek as she shoved mud from her sole into my mouth... cursing me as a lowborn wretch fit only to lick filth from the gutters."
Lila's voice trembled slightly.
She drew a deep breath to steady herself, her gaze hardening into icy sharpness.
"Females like her surface, hollow within and utterly arrogant are best conquered! Her noble bloodline, her peak childbearing years and her healthy womb... shall be the finest seedbed and plaything offered to our Master and the Holy Mother!"
Her gaze swept over the fallen females within the enclosure, carrying a condescending judgment, as if she had already completed her transformation.
"Far superior to these... greasy, vulgar sluts."
Glak watched her with keen interest. The girl before him seemed transformed, the intelligence and dark qualities forcibly suppressed in the Holy Light Cathedral's dungeons now emerging from their cocoon.
"Are you certain?"
"Yes, Master." Lila's voice brimmed with confidence.
"I require three days. I possess a method... to lead her willingly into the sacred nest of this Rotten Bone Marsh."
"Three days?" Glak felt a stir of surprise.
"Lila, you... seem like a different person."
At this, Lila's smile grew more distinct, a blend of self-mockery and liberation.
She tilted her head slightly, sapphire eyes fixed on Glak.
"Has my master ever considered... that perhaps this is the true Lila?" she murmured softly.
"I require a set of clothes that will allow me to move about the vicinity of the royal city without attracting attention." Lila made her request, her gaze instinctively sweeping the chaotic, filthy lair as if searching for a secluded corner where she might change.
Glak shot a glance at Shatteredtooth and Dryclaw before speaking coolly.
"Shatteredtooth, Dryclaw, get lost! Have the females fetch some clothes!"
The two goblin chieftains scrambled away immediately. Glak scooped Lila into his arms and strode towards a relatively secluded, crude hut at the edge of the lair, containing only a bed strewn with dry straw and rags.
The cramped space instantly filled with Glak's presence and oppressive aura, causing Lila's cheeks to flush slightly.
Soon, a naked woman with a vacant, numb expression stood at the doorway, clutching several sets of relatively clean nun's clothes. Though dotted with faint semen stains, these clearly represented every wearable garment salvageable from this goblin lair.
Lila's gaze swept over the garments. Two sets were even identical to those worn at her academy, appearing somewhat aged. Yet she had never heard of any female student disappearing or falling into a goblin lair.
She selected a fitting set, turned her back to Glak and began unfastening the oversized robe that had belonged to him.
The robe slid down, revealing the girl's delicate, youthful form in the dim light. Her cold, white skin resembled the finest jade, creating a startling contrast against the filth of the lair.
Her slender waist curved into a tempting arc, connecting to pert, rounded hips, while her legs were straight and long.
The slight curve of her abdomen added an unconventional sensuality to her form.
Her small, dove-shaped breasts were perfectly formed, crowned by two delicate, pink buds that trembled slightly with her movements.
Though ravaged by Glak the previous day, the girl's innate youthful vitality and purity remained utterly captivating.
Glak's breathing instantly grew coarse. The monstrous member straining within his trousers surged with blood, swelling to the point of nearly bursting through the coarse fabric, emanating a potent masculine scent.
Lila sensed the burning gaze and surging desire behind her. Instead of immediately donning her nun's habit, she turned slowly, a hint of coyness playing across her face.
She stepped before Glak, tilting her head back, sapphire eyes glistening with moisture.
"Master..."
She murmured softly, kneeling like a tamed, docile kitten. Her slender fingers trembled as she undid Glak's trouser fastening.
The purplish-red, veiny, throbbing member sprang free, radiating scorching heat and a pungent, musky scent, nearly touching her nose.
"Lila... has recovered considerably... may... may serve Master now..."
As she spoke, a faint, pure holy light emanated from her body. The gentle radiance brushed over the lingering bruises and bite marks, causing the wounds to visibly fade and heal at a rapid pace, her skin regaining its flawless smoothness.
Simultaneously, she arched her hips slightly, her fingers probing her still-swollen flowered opening, gently parting the delicate petals.
A viscous, milky white mixture of semen and love juices oozed slowly from her pink opening like melted cream. The tender flesh inside her delicate passage opened and closed, like a thirsty little mouth, straining to expel yesterday's leftover seed, the old seed that had failed to impregnate her, making room for her Master's stronger, new seed.
"Master... look... Lila's womb... is cleansing itself... preparing... preparing to receive fresh seed..."
She panted, her voice tinged with lascivious self-praise.
The sight of that parted, pink flower completely ignited Glak's beastly lust!
He growled low, pouncing like a predator. He slammed Lila, still radiating holy light, onto the crude wooden bed. The stark contrast in their sizes created a jarring visual impact.
Glak's dark green skin and powerful frame completely obscured the delicate, snow-white, tender body of the girl beneath him.
His coarse hands seized Lila's petite, dove-like breasts without mercy, kneading them ruthlessly. He savored their astonishing elasticity and slippery smoothness, pinching the two delicate, pink nipples between his fingers. At times he brushed them lightly, at others he twisted them harshly.
This elicited a series of broken whimpers from the girl beneath him.
"Ugh... Master... gently... Lila's... breasts are too small... not... not as large as the Holy Mother's... disappointing... Master... I'm sorry..."
Lila gasped, her voice trembling with tears, yet her body involuntarily arched upwards, offering her chest deeper into the rough palms.
Glak lowered his head, his teeth gently nibbling at Lila's sensitive earlobe as his scorching breath washed into her ear canal. His voice was low and tinged with tenderness.
"No... small ones... are lovely too..."
He increased the pressure of his kneading, feeling the tiny nipples harden beneath his fingers.
"This size... is just right... fits perfectly in one hand..."
He licked the delicate rim of her ear, his goblin voice deepening into a human male's husky tone.
"And... once you bear my offspring... they'll grow larger, fuller, spilling sweet milk..."
"Then... then Master... fill Lila up now!"