The Fox Woman that had been servicing my followers

At your call, the flap of the tent's entrance is pushed open and the shapely form of the fox woman that had been assigned to guide your followers when you'd first entered the camp walks through. She is still naked, her shapely form covered with fine red tinged fur that is streaked with sweat and cum that shows just how much she had been enjoying revelry herself. And she was not the only one as the reason for her coming to your tent was revealed as she drags behind her the slumbering forms of your four followers.

You tense at the sight at first, but you quickly realize they have not been knocked **** or **** into slumber. No, judging from their sweat slickened naked bodies, dripping flaccid cocks and the dreamy looks of satisfaction on their slack faces, they were sleeping the sweet, exhausted slumber of the sexually spent. They'd obviously enjoyed themselves immensely during the revelry, but did not share your stamina when it came to such carnal exertions. But, then, who could match you when you were blessed with vitality and strength that came directly from your dark master's very essence?

The fox woman's eyes, almond shaped and a dazzling green in color, travel over your form, lingering upon the still rigid shaft that juts forward from you and glistens with both your and Blackmane's sexual leavings. You think you catch a hint of lust coloring her eyes and rouging her cheeks and perhaps even the barest touch of her tongue touching upon her full lips that were colored black as your own skin. She is quick, however, to school her hints of desire into a more demure and servile expression as she bows her head to you in a show of deference.

"I am sorry, Master Minion, for watching you in your...private moment with your subordinate. I had wished to bring your other followers to the tent. They have worn themselves out, you see. They do not share their leader's...virility, it seems.", she says, her voice a soft and sibilant tone that seems to slide into one's ears and then down one's spine to touch at the very core of a man, if the way you feel a tinge of heat and a twitch in your nethers is any indication.

"Yes. This Minion sees.", you reply as you move over to the tent's entrance and take two of your followers off of her hands, dragging them roughly to the opposite end of the tent where you deposit them upon bedrolls without much care as they are too far gone to care about anything themselves, "They are good strong goblins, but they not match for Minion. Is why Minion is leader. Minion is strongest of goblins."

"Yes, I have seen that.", she replies as she moves to deposit the other two male goblins with the first two, her gaze moving over to Blackmane's spent and slumbering form to indicate just what she had seen to prove your strength to her, "And had heard, of course, of your battle with Balthor as well. You are very mighty, Master Minion, are you not? You have been through much today and yet here you stand, looking so very ready for more."

You can't help but square your shoulders and hold yourself a little taller and straighter at her praise. Perhaps it is prideful of you, but it is good to hear such freely given words praising your strength from somebody you hadn't had to fight or fuck into submission. Though you wouldn't have minded doing the latter as the fox woman, with her feminine curves and soft downy fur combined with the scent of sex strong upon her, is a more than tempting target for your lusts. You had enjoyed yourself immensely with Blackmane, of course, but you couldn't say that you weren't curious about how it would feel to bed a beastkin female as well.

You would have broached the subject then, but the fox woman turned to you and inclined her head once more, her emerald green eyes glowing in the low light. "If Master Minion is not tired, I was just about to make my way to the bathing springs. I thought to cleanse myself there. Perhaps you would wish for a cleansing as well?", she asked in a coquettish way, her long lashed eyes fluttering at you flirtatiously as she extended her invitation.

A bathing spring, was it? You had a vague notion of what a spring was and what a bath was, though you had not encountered either yourself in your short existence. Goblins, after all, were not known for their cleanliness. Still, it wasn't really the bathing that you would be going for, but the company that came along with the bathing, wasn't it? But, on the other hand, it wouldn't be very responsible of you as a leader to leave your **** followers in the tent on their own without you to watch over them, would it? But, on yet another hand, hadn't you already played the good responsible leader once today? You deserved a chance to enjoy yourself too, wasn't that so?