Eager to take her up on her unexpected invitation.

You should have, perhaps, expected that this would be Blackmane's answer. You were not oblivious to the way she looked at you with eyes that were full of warm regard for you. You had thought, though, that that warmth was more out of respect and perhaps camaraderie as you had chosen her to be part of the troop you brought with you. You had not thought that there was something more there than that. Affection and, quite clearly, attraction that had her placing her hands at the back of your head and pulling you closer and deeper into the kiss.

You had a moment to think that perhaps you should not do this. To mate with Blackmane may make things complicated later on in the mission you were on. If she held affection for and attachment to you, it may make it difficult for her to follow orders that would separate her from you. Or it may make it more difficult if, for one reason or another, you actually did have to sacrifice her for the greater good of the mission. Just because you hadn't done so with the beast-kin didn't mean it wouldn't happen later on. When that time came, would this moment of lust and intimacy make it more difficult to do so?

You thought about that for a bare moment, but you knew there was truly no way you would have been able to reject Blackmane's advances right now. Your lust had been riding you hard since you'd left Balthor's tent and come out into a raucous orgy. Sex had been in the air and on your mind, your cock still painfully hard in you breeches and made even more so as Blackmane deepened the kiss you shared. Now, having Blackmane's lips on yours, her tongue thrusting into your mouth and her scent of arousal in your nostrils, you knew there was no backing out of this. The scent of a goblin female, wet and wanting for you, was too much even for you to resist.

And so you kissed her back, one of your hands moving to tangle in the black hair that had been her namesake and the other moving down to start unfastening her leather armor. She moans into your mouth as you intensify your actions, the sound at once pleasured and joyous as your actions act as an acceptance of her feelings and desire for you. She moans for you as her hands leave your head to start working at your own leather armor. You kiss and touch and strip each other down, leather armor and weapons falling to the ground as you lose yourself in passionate need.

Soon enough, you are both naked and Blackmane breaks the kiss so that she may look upon you and you do the same. You look upon Blackmane's nude form and find yourself all the more aroused (something that Blackmane notices with wide-eyes as she takes in the size of your goblin cock). She is unlike the other goblin females you had seen or like Pet, the only other female you had been with. She is lithe and slender, though she still possesses a softness to her belly and a swell at her hips that most goblins do. Her skin, a lighter shade of green than most goblins, is touched with scarring in places, but looks pleasurable to the touch and makes you want to feel her all over. Her breasts are pert and firm, smaller than Pet's, but alluring in the way they look like they would fit in your palm and the way the upturned tips of them are crowned with hard nipples that are dark enough to be almost black. Her legs are short, but lean and, between soft thighs, you see black pubic hair crowning her sex where she drips wet and ready for you, her inner thighs glistening with her desire.

She blushes a deeper green as you look her over so blatantly, but it is a look she returns as she takes in your muscular figure and, most importantly, your disproportionately large cock. Her eyes are wide as he looks upon it and you notice that she bites her bottom lip as though in contemplation. You think she is probably wondering if she could fit something so large inside of her, but, after a moment, she licks her lips and smiles as she reaches out towards you. Her hand moves towards your rock-hard goblin cock, your length jutting out towards her as if in invitation for her touch, but she pauses before actually touching you and looks up at you with those wide eyes full of eager desire.

"Chie-...Minion. Blackmane wants touch Minion's cock. Blackmane want feel it in hand. So big. So lovely. Want it. Can Blackmane touch? Please?", she asks you, seeking your permission even in this situation as, in her mind, you will always be her chieftain, even in the midst of mating.