The arena had been expanded several times over to serve as a sparring ground, a training ground for the army, and now it hosted a massive bonfire as large as several hobgoblins combined.
The flickering flames cast long, dancing shadows across the various figures moving around.
It could hardly be called dancing; the creatures merely leapt and dashed about in a clumsy, shuffling frenzy.
The outer ring of the arena was lined with numerous wooden tables, piled high with food, and people were eating with great gusto.
"People? When did I refer to those monsters as 'people'?"
Lyssandra asked herself, sitting atop a high platform surrounded by her harem.
"Am I becoming a monster? I kill without hesitation. I fuck monsters, and even mate with animals."
She looked down at her hands, observing the power that coursed through her.
Her eyes then swept over the feast happening below, where creatures once labeled as monsters were celebrating with human-like intensity.
*'What is the difference between a human and a monster? I have never met another human since arriving in this world. The only reference of humanity is from the fragmented memories I uncover every time I level up.'*
she kept mulling over the details.
"Mistress, is something troubling you?"
Naya asked softly, her voice filled with concern.
"It was nothing. I know I have never asked you all about this, but… what is your view on humans?"
Lyssandra asked, her gaze drifting slowly across the faces of the women.
They took a moment to gather their thoughts before Helena spoke up.
"Since we were all female goblins once, we never actually encountered a true human. The only humans we ever saw were those captured by the male goblins."
"Male or female, they were either raped and then eaten, no matter what. The former chief once allowed female human to live for breeding, but since food sources were extremely difficult to find, everything was eventually massacred and devoured. Even other goblins became food as well,"
a Bloom Mother added, her eyes reflecting the ancient struggle of their race.
"I have lived for a very long time, and every time I encountered a human, it was either a chase to run away or a fight to the death,"
Luna said, her voice heavy with the memory of survival.
"But who would have thought we monsters could live a comfortable life like this? A life where everyone can eat, where everyone can smile and… where everyone can simply exist,"
Naya said, her eyes turning toward the feast below.
She moved closer, her arms wrapping around Lyssandra's side in a sudden, affectionate squeeze.
"It is because of you, Mistress. You made this all possible, creating a true peace where no race has to struggle just to survive, and where everyone has food to eat,"
Naya continued, her eyes shining with sincerity.
"Yes!"
"Absolutely true!"
"You've done it!"
The voices of agreement rippled through the group, their gazes turning toward Lyssandra with increasing tenderness and zealous admiration.
"It is no exaggeration to say that, Master. In their eyes, you are a Goddess now,"
Luna added.
"If you told me to jump down a cliff, I would only ask how many times!"
another Bloom Mother spoke with a manic fervor, her nostrils flaring as she ogled at her mistress openly with hungry devotion.
To prevent the atmosphere from spiraling into even more intense reverence, Lyssandra interrupted.
"I understand your devotion, but our work is not yet done. There is still the final obstacle we must overcome."
"The Dungeon Boss,"
Luna and Morgana said in unison, their expressions turning deadly serious.
"To truly take control of this dungeon, we must defeat the Dungeon Boss and seize the Dungeon Core,"
Morgana explained.
"It will be a hard-fought slaughter—blood will spill, bodies will fall, and all we can hope for is to minimize the toll,"
she continued.
The heavy atmosphere descended upon the group like a thick shroud.
"You stupid dog, give it back!"
Suddenly a loud shout erupted from below the platform.
A wolf, marked with yellow streaks, darted left and right, its mouth clenching a piece of roasted meat filled with vegetables.
A figure, clad in black clothing from head to toe, was in hot pursuit. Their face was obscured by a dark cloth mask and a hood, leaving only a pair of eyes visible through the slits.
The figure moved with incredible speed, weaving through the crowd in a blurred dance of darkness. The chase between the wolf and the shadowy figure was a frantic streak of yellow and black, moving so fast they were little more than a blur.
Suddenly, the figure in black leaped high, intending to dive through the earth to intercept the beast.
Before their head could smash into the ground, a dark portal tore open in mid-air, swallowing the intruder whole.
The wolf skidded to a halt, sniffing the air and looking around, but there was no pursuer in sight. Seizing the moment, the creature tossed the meat into the air, preparing to devour the prize.
Suddenly, from high above, the dark portal opened once more, though this time it was no larger than an adult's head.
A hand reached out from the void, snatched the meat with lightning speed, and retracted instantly, the portal snapping shut and vanishing.
The wolf's eyes had been closed in anticipation of the meat falling into its maw, but when nothing juicy arrived, its eyes snapped open in confusion.
It stared around, flabbergasted, wondering where its delicious prize had disappeared to.
"What was Sparky doing down there? And who was that?"
Lyssandra asked, watching the scene with curiosity.
"It was one of the newly born goblins you trained before, Master. It appears they have evolved after the battle against the lightning wolves,"
Morgana explained.
"Interesting. I hope he is what I am looking for,"
Lyssandra muttered, her eyes moving toward a dark corner not far from the Sparky.
The shadowy figure crawled out of the portal, pulling down his mask halfway to chew on the stolen meat with satisfaction.
Lyssandra's eyes scanned him immediately, the information displayed on the blue screen.
"Name: Three. Species: Shadow Goblin."
"Significant stat increases in AGI, INT, and DEX."
"Skill: [Night Passage] Open a brief rift in space, allowing instant movement to a nearby location."
A sense of profound satisfaction settled in her chest. Her hard work was yielding results; she could manipulate the very evolution paths of monsters, guiding them toward the destinies she desired.
"It was only to be expected; those Bloom Mothers are proof of my control,"
she mused, glancing back at the pregnant females surrounding her.
Naya sat to her right and Luna to her left, both clutching her arms with possessive affection. Below, Helena held her leg as if it were her most precious treasure, while other Bloom Mothers sat nearby, chatting and giggling together.
Directly behind Lyssandra, Morgana loomed like a silent guardian. The giantess's soft, bare breasts served as a luxurious neck pillow, providing warmth and comfort.
*'I wish this moment could last forever,'*
Lyssandra thought. Her eyelids grew heavy, and as she surrendered to the blissful fatigue, she drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning, or perhaps it was the next day, Lyssandra could no longer tell, she opened her eyes, her limbs feeling as though they were weighed down by tons of lead.
She looked around to find she was still on the high platform overlooking the festivities, but her entire surroundings seemed draped in a hazy, pale light.
As she glanced down, she realized her belly had become immense, distended and hard, looking as though she were carrying a quadruplet's worth of weight.
"I've done it again,"
she sighed heavily.
She squat down and adjusted her position, intending to purge herself of the massive internal load.
Pressing a hand against her abdomen, she gave a forceful squeeze, simultaneously relaxing her anal sphincter to facilitate the expulsion.
The discharge was remarkably easy, as her stomach, colon and rectum were brimming with hot, viscous white sperm.
The liquid erupted from her, surging out in rhythmic, tidal waves.
*Sssshhh—plash!*
"Damn, just how much did they cum inside me?"
she groaned, continuing to strain against the pressure.
*Sssshhh—plip, plip, plip!*
The deluge continued, a relentless flood that, by her estimation, could have filled a whole barrel of fine wine.
"Huff… huff… h—huh…! Finally, it's all out. My stomach feels much lighter,"
she exhaled, slumped in relief.
Despite her efforts, her belly remained unnaturally large, as if the purge had only cleared a fraction of the burden.
"My womb must have been filled to the brim with cum as well,"
she muttered to herself.
Standing up, she sat back on the seat, but instead of resting, she began to stimulate her both her penis and vagina.
One hand gripped the massive, heavy length of her cock, stroking the veiny shaft with a firm rhythm, while the other hand plunged multiple fingers deep into her wet, throbbing cunt, massaging the sensitive, soft walls.
A few moments later, the familiar, intense sensation began to build. She felt the deep, rhythmic tingling within her balls, the frantic twitching of her cock, and the intense swelling of her engorged clitoris.
The sensation peaked, and she cried out.
"Cumming~~~~!"
Her eyes rolled back, and her tongue lolled out, dripping with saliva. She felt it clearly now: a massive surge of semen was racing from her testicles, through her vas deferens, and being squeezed with immense pressure through her urethra.
Simultaneously, her vagina experienced a similar torrent as hot fluid erupted from her skene's glands and vaginal urethra.
However, a strange sensation occurred. While her vagina felt a sense of relief, her cock felt an intense, building pressure. Instead of the sperm being expelled, she felt a powerful internal force pushing the fluid back up, forcing it straight back her testicles.
"What???"