Yes, duty comes first...no matter how much I ache for a female right now.

You have to grit your teeth against your desire and lust, pushing your animal urges away as you know that your master would want you to keep your head and remain vigilant even now. You still had a duty as chieftain and that was to take care of Blackmane, as she would need to find some place to rest and have her bruises tended to. That responsibility, unfortunately, fell to you and so your aching erection would have to remain confined to your trousers for now, much to your disappointment.

"Minion thanks Balthor for kind offer, but Minion must see after Blackmane.", you tell him wit a gracious nod, not wanting to insult the beast-kin chieftain by refusing his kindness but unable to take him up on his offer at this moment, "But Minion will take up offer later, friend Balthor. Thank you."

Balthor nods in understanding, giving a long-suffering sigh as he does. "Aye, I know the feelin' of having to put your duties as boss before gettin' your cock wet. Like right now.", he says as he pats you on the shoulder in a friendly manner, "Go to the tent next to mine, Minion. That one was put aside or you and your goblin kin to rest in. You can tend to your she-goblin there."

With that, Balthor heads off in the direction you'd indicated, apparently in so much of a hurry to take care of this that he doesn't even bother re-dressing as he heads off with his cock swinging and his ass bare to the air. You only chuckle at that before turning your attention back to Blackmane, who looks more dazed than she had before. Though, from the way she is rubbing her thighs together and breathing in soft pants from parted lips as she holds onto you tightly, you have to imagine she is dazed more by the air of sex and musk in the air than her minor injuries at this point.

"Come, Blackmane.", you tell her, pulling her gently with you towards the tent with her clinging to your arm fervently as you go.

The tent you enter is a plain one with only a few bedrolls, basic amenities and a small fire in the center to warm it, but it is large as Balthor's own and that makes it outright spacious for goblins such as you and Blackmane. You guide Blackmane to one of the bedrolls, letting her sit down there as you head over to a small basin filled with water and find a bowl to fill from the basin and a cloth to dip in the water before heading back to the she-goblin. She is sitting there with her face still flushed and her legs tight as she squirms ever so slightly, the effects of so much sex in the air still lingering.

You take up the damp cloth and gently reach out to wipe at Blackmane's brow where there is a welt and a bit of blood, probably where she was struck by the beast-kin initially when she was taken. You wipe away the mostly dried blood with soft dabs and wipes of the cloth and Blackmane closes her eyes as she seems to enjoy the gentle care you give her. You tend to her wounds in silence, Blackmane not resisting as you take up her arms and gently wipe at the bruises there, hoping cool water will soothe any pain she feels. You don't have any medicine or balms for her at the moment, but you think her injuries are minor enough that she doesn't need them. Her physical injuries, anyway.

Any mental or emotional damage, you know, will have to be dealt with differently and you seek to do this as you speak to her in the goblin tongue. "Blackmane, are you all right? They did not do anything to you before I got to you, did they?", you ask her softly.

"No, Chieftain. They just...just hit Blackmane and take me to tent. Though the biggest one...he...touch me over clothes. Put Blackmane's hand on dirty thing.", she said and shuddered as she remembered the event, "Blackmane not like."

"You do not have to worry. I made sure that nobody will touch that thing again. There is not enough of it left to touch.", you say, a feral growl coming to your voice as you convey your anger and the punishment you had meted out to the moose man.

Blackmane seems soothed by your anger on her behalf and gives you a small smile. "Thank you, Chieftain.", she says.

"Blackmane, when we are alone, you can call me by name alone.", you tell her as you hold her hand and gently rub the damp cloth over the palm.

She looks at you in surprise, but, after a moment and with a deep green flush on her cheeks, she nods and says, "As you say...Minion."

You nod to her then, giving her a smile as you continue to wipe at her skin, at this point just wiping away dirt and spreading cool water upon her to try and soohe her. You cannot help but ask, though, after seeing her visceral reaction to remembering what had happened with the beast-kin, "This...is not the first time something like this has happened, is it?"

She looks at you surprised again, though this time with shame and embarrassment as well before she looks down at the ground. "No. Is not first time. Under Rizlyx rule, female goblins meant only for breed. Have no right. Have no voice. Only breed. Only fuck. Blackmane not want, but Blackmane have ****. Blackmane fight, but...taken by male goblins. ****. Fucked...but no bred. No have youngling. Blackmane make sure. Have roots of devil plant that make female sick and make impossible bear youngling at that time."

You frown at that, finding it disturbing just how badly Rizlyx had handled his power over the goblins. Though you also thought that the extent that Blackmane went to to keep from bearing children was quite something as well. "You do not want to have younglings, Blackmane? You do not like to breed?", you ask.

"No! No, that is not...not it.", she says, seeming to vehemently deny your thoughts that she might dislike the physical act of breeding for some reason, "Blackmane not dislike breeding. Blackmane dislike being ****. Blackmane want younglings someday. But want to choose who Blackmane breeds with. Want choose who sires Blackmane's younglings."

You nod to her words as you soak the cloth once more and then reach around to press it softly to the back of her neck soothingly. "That is good. Blackmane is strong and smart and strong-willed. You will breed good, strong goblins.", you say with a firm nod and an encouraging smile, "When you find a suitable mate, you will breed bright new generation for our kind."

"Thank you, M-Minion. Blackmane is glad Minion thinks so.", she says as she reaches up to catch your hand at the back of her neck and looks up to meet your gaze, "Blackmane want bear strong younglings. Blackmane want help make goblins strong. And...Blackmane think I find good mate already. Good, strong mate."

"Yes? You have? That is good, Blackmane. Who is strong mate?", you ask her with an inquisitive tilt to your head.

That is when she leans up and kisses you, her lips pressing to yours ardently and eagerly as she answers your question with action rather than words.