Stay behind, you can whip them into shape tomorrow

"I must stay, tell others no disturb us." You incline your head, signalling that the curvy fox may depart to inform her kin. She seems disappointed, but turns to leave without any comment, her hips swaying as she departs. Your erection still throbs meaningfully, your desire to continue breeding Blackmane raging against your powerful will. Shaking your head, you exit the tent still naked and retrieve some water from a nearby barrel, rinsing the sweat and sticky feminine fluids from your body before getting re-dressed. Settling on a stool near the back of the enclosure, you keep watch until morning.

It is a night full of orgasmic screams, slick passion heated flesh slapping together, and dense pheromone laced musk attempting to worm their way into your mind. From some deep place you feel the dark burning coal of your master's essence feeding on your strong will to resist, filling you with a growing warmth and fortifying your body. You ponder this feeling until the pale-grey light of dawn pushes its way through the trees. Only now has the orgy begun to subside, the beast-folk exhausting themselves in their frenzied primal rutting. The male goblins of your troupe still sleep, but you bark, "Up! Get up! Gather things and ready selves to move out!" They scramble from the sudden command, with heavy sleep still clinging to their annoyed expressions as they grumble and move outside the tent to pack their things. Blackmane is slower to respond, her coupling with you even more intense than the ministrations the beast-folk happily inflicted on your male tribesmen. "Blackmane! We move now, get things." As she comes to full alertness, a mix of confusion and pride briefly fill the look she gives you as she responds to your command with confidence, "Yes Minion!" Gathering her things and moving outside, she deliberately brushes against you, her rounded bottom drawing your attention. There will be plenty of time to indulge in lustful pursuits later.

Stepping out, you gather your squad and ask for directions to the springs, telling the goat-headed beastman that aids you to inform Balthor of your whereabouts before heading there. You spend only a short time meandering the well worn path before it opens to another clearing, a series of cloudy bubbling pools surrounded with hard packed dirt and solid wooden fencing playing host to dozens of beast-folk cleaning themselves or gathering water in huge hollowed tree-stumps to be ferried elsewhere. None of the beast-folk here bother to wear any clothes, a huge array of nude bestial flesh on display, captivating your unruly tribesmen. Commanding your squad in the goblin tongue, you tell them, "Clean and return here in 30 minutes. No fight, no fuck the beast people. Minion will know if you disobey. Minion will punish without mercy. Go." You can see the anger and will to resist rise inside them, but it is quickly repressed as they turn to follow your command.

They disperse into the maze of wooden barricades as you move to partake of the springs yourself. Looking for an unoccupied pool, you finally find one before stripping down. Your semi flaccid, bumpy cock swings free, the black green balls that hang beneath it swollen and twitching with repressed lust from your abstinence last night. Sinking into the pool, you feel some relief in the warm, cloudy water until you feel a soft hand grasp your member from behind. Turning to see your would-be admirer, you find Blackmane staring back into your blazing eyes, a sultry grin parting her full green lips, "You said no sex with the beast-folk... But not with goblin!" Her hand moves down to gently grope your heavy nut-sack before she says, "Do you want Blackmane to help, Minion? Blackmane want to help." You are aggravated yet impressed with her cleverness, her arousal evident to your sensitive nose, hard nipples digging into your back as she waits for your response.