I am chieftain of the goblins. My responsibilities must come first!

You are sorely tempted to lose yourself to lust as your male kin are, your disproportionate goblin cock straining against the leather of your breeches already, but you clamp down on your primal instincts instead. You rein in your desires and lusts by reminding yourself that you are more than a regular goblin. You are chieftain and, moreover, you are your Dark Lord master's prime minion. You are one who will rise above all others and that means that you must control your urges, rather than have them control you.

That being the case, you push aside your lust and instead turn to Balthor, giving him a short nod. "Balthor should go enjoy himself too. Minion must find missing member of group. Blackmane not here.", you tell the Beast-kin leader and he looks around at the mass of bodies spread about the clearing and nods.

"No, she isn't, is she?", he remarks, perhaps with some disappointment as you can imagine he had still had designs on impaling the much smaller female on his beastly cock during these festivities, and then shrugs, "All right then, Minion. Go find your she-goblin. Should do it quick too, 'fore she gets herself some attention she might not want, eh?"

You do not question what the Beast-kin leader means by that as you can already guess. Besides, he is already walking off, one of his hands already working to free himself of the little garments he wears as he veers towards one of the more raucous groups entangled with one another. Again, you feel a pang as your lustful instincts tug at you, but, again, you leash those desires as you turn away from the clearing where the revelry is going on and head towards the outskirts of the camp where many tents are set up. It is a "residential area", you suppose, though it is hard to think of a collection of leather and wood tents of varying sizes in such a fashion. Still, it is probably the closest to such a thing the beast-kin possess.

You walk past a number of tents, sometimes hearing the gasping and grunting of rutting beast-kin inside and sometimes just hearing the laughter of children as they play in their innocent way while the adults "play" in a much less innocent way outside. Eventually, though, your goblin ears perk up and twitch as something familiar touches your hearing. You turn in the direction of the sound, the source of the sounds coming from within a large tent that you start to walk towards.

"N-no! Blackmane...not...want!", you hear grunted in a broken form of the common tongue as you come closer to the flap of the tent and, moving quietly and carefully, you sneak up to it and peek inside.

What you see is a trio of beast-kin males, two stag-men of average size (for beast-kin) and a larger moose-man, surrounding a struggling Blackmane. The two stag-men hold her down, one grasping her arms while the other grabs her legs as she struggles and tries to break free. The moose-man, meanwhile, has just pulled off the ragged loincloth he wore to reveal a large, hard cock that seems to throb in anticipation of the ravishing he is seemingly intent on giving the smaller goblin female. From the way that he holds himself, you imagine that he is the one who had pushed the other two into this action, using his larger size and greater strength instigate things while their own lust would push them onward.

"What you want don't matter, little goblin? What matters is what_ I _want. And, what I want, is to ruin that tight little goblin cunt of yours with this dick of mine.", he chuckled menacingly as he stroked his own hard cock, "Bet you ain't even seen one this big, let alone had one inside of you. Well, this one is gonna be the first so you better hold on and get ready for the ride o' your life, you little goblin bitch."

The two stag-men chuckle at that, but you only narrow your eyes and clench your fists tight. You find what these beast-kin are doing frankly infuriating. Partly because you are fond of Blackmane and don't like her being manhandled as she is, but _mostly _because, by doing this, they are outright disrespecting your authority as chieftain of the goblins and as the one who had bested their chief in combat. It is one thing to plan to **** a goblin female. It is another to do so when that goblin female had been declared as _yours _already. _That, _more than anything else, was unforgivable.

That being the case, you knew you would have to deal with these beast-kin and rescue Blackmane quickly as the moose-man was already reaching out towards the struggling goblin female to grasp at her clothing and armor so he could strip her completely. You had to act quickly and decisively and you had to do so now.