There had been an unwelcome audience to my time with my pet.

You notice, as you head for the door, that it had been open just a crack, perhaps enough for one to look into the room and see what was going on. As soon as you turned towards the door, however, it closed completely as the one who had been peeking into the room realized you were heading their way. Of course, in closing the door in that fashion, they'd only brought more attention to themselves. If they hadn't reacted in that fashion, you probably wouldn't have even noticed.

You did notice, however, and you grip your hammer tight as you rush for the door, throwing it open quickly and fiercely. The heavy wood impacts solidly with something on the other side and, with a cry of pain, the one who had been looking into the room without your knowledge falls to the floor. That individual being the older goblin that had apparently been sent to serve you, Groold.

"I's sorry, Master! Groold sorry! Groold not sees nothings! Groold not doings nothings!", the older goblin stammers, but you can tell by the fact that his ragged breeches are open, his wrinkled cock hanging out and slick with semen, that the old goblin is lying. Obviously, he had been doing quite a bit while watching you and your pet at play.

This would not bother you save for the fact that the old goblin had been eyeing your pet as he had been before you'd sent him off to get clothes for her. That, coupled with his pleasuring of himself while watching you taking your pleasure from your pet, sets your instincts to protect that which you have claimed as your own off. Better to let the old goblin know now where he stands.

You snarl at the older goblin and grab him by the throat, lifting the smaller, thinner goblin easily as you pick him up and slam him against the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of him. You bare your teeth at the older goblin, getting nose to nose with him and growling at him as you glare into his eyes. The older goblin's breeches fall down to his ankles as you hold him off of the ground, giving him a pitiful look as you fix him with your baleful gaze.

"You listen to me, Groold.", you snarl at the old goblin in the goblin tongue to make sure he understands every word, "Gnome is mine. Mine to touch, mine to look at, mine to fuck. Mine. You understand, old one?"

Groold lets out a strangled squeak and nods as best he can with your hand wrapped about his throat.

"Good. That means you keep your hands, your eyes and your very breath away from my pet. If you touch her while I am gone, if you even brush against her, I will smell your stench on her and I will know what you have done.", you continue and squeeze his throat tightly enough that his eyes bulge and he starts to gurgle as he tries to catch his breath, "And I will rip off your wrinkled old cock and shove it up your own ass before I take my time cutting you to pieces little by little so you feel every bit of it before I let you die. Do you understand that?"

He looks at you with fear in his eyes and that look is enough for you to know that he understands your threat and fears you enough to believe it. You nod and then, finally, release the older goblin, the smaller greenskin falling to the ground in a gasping, coughing heap as he tries to catch his breath. He rubs at his throat and swallows breaths raggedly as you look down at him with disdain in you glowing red eyes.

"Good. You take care of my pet, Groold. Do your duty. But...always remember what I just told you.", you tell him and he looks up at you with terrified eyes before nodding frantically as though fearing that he would be struck down if he did not respond quickly and emphatically enough.

With that, you nod again and turn from the old goblin, heading down the hall to make your preparations for the journey ahead of you to complete the task your master has entrusted you with.