Yes it is.

The undead goblins opened up a gap in their formation - which watching them do now was fairly… obviously a trap.

Thankfully, the Goblin chariot drivers didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care. All three moved to try and take advantage of the opening - resulting in the boars running headlong into spears. One chariot had enough momentum to vault over it’s suddenly very still boar, catapulting the riding goblins over towards the two of us. I extended two of my tentacle arms to catch them, and then immediately pin them to the ground. The arms unravel back into three tentacles each and wrap around the pinned goblins - reforming back into arms but with a bulb-like bulge in the center of each arm. Inside, smaller tentacles start to branch off and invade the goblins, pumping chemicals and potions directly into their stomachs and lungs. No time to focus on breeding them right now, just have to sedate them so they don’t try to escape.

The next two did experience a similar loss of momentum, but didn’t flip. Instead the drivers were knocked forward into the remains of their boars and the shamans into the backs of their drivers. There was a split second with one of the goblins where I felt bad - it started screaming hysterically as it seemed to forget where it was and started holding onto and shaking the corpse of its boar. Deciding to leave that one for last, I used my three makeshift arms to reach out and engulf the other three goblins. They struggled, but it didn’t amount to much. In levels I easily surpassed them, and I highly doubted any of them weren’t concussed after a crash like that.

They were quickly entangled, injected with sedatives, and focus was turned to the last goblin not covered in tentacles or undead.

It wasn’t speaking any language I could understand - and it was hysterical as it tried to patch the wounds of the boar that now lay dead. I nudged Anemone. “Thoughts?”

“What, you don’t want to **** it full of tentacle spawn?” She asked in an almost condescending tone. Rude.

“I mean, I could, and I’m going to definitely do that to the five currently with us - the ‘tentacle spawn’ can keep the ones they’re already fucking. This one though… I’d feel kind of bad about it.”

“She is awfully pathetic right now.”

“I’m gonna revive the boar.”

Anemone jumped and looked down at her own chest - well, the part of me covering it. “The hell you are!” She screamed, the goblin not even flinching as it tried to stand the boar up and feed it… cactus fruit? I formed a pair of eyes over her breasts to look up at her. “Why would we help a goblin we can’t even understand!?”

“I mean, if it attacks again, sure, I’ll even let you decide how big I am when I thrust in dry - but look at it, it’s not even attempted to defend itself anymore. It’s screaming over its dead pet and leaving itself open to die.”

“So you want to revive its pet so it can go back home and warn the other goblins?”

I suppose that is a flaw in my thoughts for mercy. I looked at the goblin for a bit before looking through the list of potions Erlen had come up with over the… however long it had been. There was a translation potion, which I started forming directly within my own body.

“No, no no no, please, I can’t be alone again, not again, not again…”

Huh.

“What will you do if we bring it back?”

My spawn were definitely useful, but they were weak at the moment. Anemone was clearly more useful as a minion - but there was only one of her. These goblins on the other hand, between the capacity to build chariots, cast spells, and raise animals in an environment like this desert, could be incredibly useful with the level of resources my forest could provide. This sad one could be the first shot at making a loyal goblin clan, maybe even an army. Just need it on my side - monsters appreciate strength right?

I formed a set of limbs and slammed them into the ground, lifting myself and Anemone into the air a bit. “H-Hey, what are you doing, Lord Oasis!?” Anemone said, flailing slightly as I moved the three previous arms to her left shoulder. They unraveled and wrapped around each other, the five other goblins still trapped within the now singular arm. Said arm shot down and pinned the last of the goblins in place, making it scream in horror and desperation.

“Let me go! He needs me, I need to save him!”

The screams were all the same, as if the goblin either didn’t understand **** or was refusing to believe the boar had died. One of the nine ‘fingers’ of the arm lifted and moved in front of the goblins face as I moved my own to it. The goblin went silent as my eyes formed in the tendril before it split open to reveal a mouth as well. “You lost. You have two options.”

“I-”

“Option one, I absorb you into this arm, you never wake, I **** you in your sleep, you give birth, our children **** you for me. You won’t dream, you won’t know when you eventually die, I won’t know when you eventually die, the children likely won’t realize that you died, you will rot and provide an insignificant amount of nutrients to my forest. You will be forgotten. I will do the same to your clan when we find it, your clan will be forgotten.”

Anemone watched from above in horror as the goblin started to break down further, still trying to reach past me to its pet boar.

“Option Two, I revive your boar - not reanimate, revive.” I said, and the goblin froze, looking into my eyes. “You become my servant, we go back to your clan, you convince your clan to serve me, those who do will live, those who don’t… will be forgotten.”

“You can bring Demon back?”

It named the boar Demon? Not the most imaginative but whatever. I formed a syringe-tipped tentacle and began formulating a revival potion. The potion bubbles and roils inside the syringe, and Anemone flinches at the sight of it. I bring the syringe to the goblin so it can see the fluid. “I can.”

“Please, I need him, I need Demon, please give me back my Demon! I’ll be good servant, clan will be good servants, serve until **** we will!” The goblin grew hysterical, attempting to thrash under my arm as it begged. My face left the tentacle and I remade it in Anemone’s breastplate again, looking from above as I jabbed and injecting the concoction into the boar. I could feel Anemone shivering inside of me - weird sensation, but a nice one too, I stash away the mild arousal to use on the five goblins in my ‘arm’.

“You seem scared?”

“What, was that potion Lord Oasis?”

“Erlen listed it in our memory as a ‘revival potion’. Not sure what he experimented on to verify the revival aspect. Let me get the extra details.” I said as I pulled the syringe out, some of the fluid was still inside of it. I utilized God’s Eye on it.

Potion of Dark Reincarnation

Description: Revitalizes the body of the user on or after **** if used within 24 hours. During revival, the cause of **** and other lethal wounds are repaired.

Warning: Causes mutations in users.

I was silent as I watched the body of the boar start to convulse, Anemone on the other hand decided to tap me rapidly as if trying to get my attention. “Hey - hey, what else did Erlen say about the potion - what’s going on!?”

“I may have made a mistake.” I said as the boar's convulsions grew wilder. Tusks elongated, fur grew wild, and its body started to swell. “Think it’ll appreciate its pet getting an upgrade?”

“You call that an upgrade!?” Anemone said as the tusks started to curl back towards the back of the boar's head. It was nearly twice as big as it was before, no, still growing. The boar started to huff and squeal with life - though calling it a squeal might be a misnomer, given the now deep tone the sound had. It was almost a roar as it managed to reach a good three times it’s original size, a mouth full of fangs and canines, two tusks that grew up and back into half-circles reaching just over its shoulders. Its fur was coarse and shaggy, even at a distance. I used God’s Eye on the boar as it stumbled towards the goblin, getting used to its new size.

Name: N/A

Race: Boar (Mutated)

It didn’t have any skills, or anything really worth seeing, though the fact the name Demon didn’t register to God’s Eye was curious - result of dying and being reborn, or did the goblin not have the authority to name it? Did things need some kind of authority over an entity to make names official?

“Totally an upgrade, it’s bigger. Bigger is better.” I said as I pulled the goblin filled arm back so the conscious one could move freely. With Anemone distracted with the sight in front of us I began forming tentacles within the arm - probing the sleeping goblins to try and get them ready for impregnation.

The Goblin stared at its newly upgraded boar, which managed to figure out walking quickly enough to stomp over to it and start sniffing and snorting at its face and hair. The Goblin slowly stood up, the boar letting it do so before pressing its snout against the goblins chest. The goblin choked out a scream and hugged the boar's face, which in turn just let the affectionate act happen.

I sent a tentacle over to the two, thrusting tentacles into the five captive goblins as I did. The size comparison was much closer - and I let loose an involuntary shiver at how tight the five felt around me. I could feel virginal blood from a couple of them, but the other three were still very tight regardless - wasn’t sure which pussy was which, lost track of that when I fused the arms. Anemone noticed the shiver based on the twitch of her ears but didn’t take her eyes off the goblin and boar.

“Demon is safe now, you serve me now.” I said as I formed a mouth and eyes on the tentacle I sent towards the two. My words were clipped, short, and hopefully didn’t sound as though I was in the middle of filling her sleeping friends full of writhing tentacle cock. The boar eyed me and huffed, throwing the goblins' hair back. “We will rest, take account of our spoils, you will stay here, you will serve me.”

Anemone tapped the breastplate, as if trying to queue me on something. I looked up at her with the eyes on the breastplate - she looked expectant. “What?” I said with the breastplate mouth.

“She doesn’t serve us?”

I formed a thickened mass over one eye to imitate an eyebrow and raised it as the goblin affirmed its promise to my tentacle face. Even with a split mind, two conversations at once is weird, especially when one half is busy punching past the cervixes of five **** goblin cunts. “Should she serve you too? You have your dead goblins, I have the living goblins and you.”

“Lord Oasis, am I not above a bunch of mere goblins who - might I remind you - attacked both of us? It was also my undead that enacted your plans, surely, I’ve earned more than just a few corpses to rule over?”

I hummed, letting the vibration shake throughout the flesh wrapped around her body and through the tentacles. She let out a small noise as I did so. “What, then, should be your share of the spoils?”

Anemone shook off the sensation with a blush, and I used the distraction of our conversation to slide another tentacle into the five goblins in the arm - this time into their asses to embed verdure seeds. I let myself slip into the sex, letting small hums of supposed thought hide how good having sex at this size felt. Once she felt she had regained herself, she spoke.

“If you intend to be a lord, perhaps even worshiped by those below you… I would be the priestess, to stand above them in service to you.”

I grunted at the end of her sentence, making her jump inside of the bodysuit as I filled the five goblins wombs with erosarkic cum. Her face lost what confidence she’d managed to put up in her attempt at negotiation - probably taking the grunt as me disliking the plan. A part of me did feel it was a bit presumptuous to demand more prizes considering she had no part in killing the goblins under her control as it was - and that most of the goblins were stopped by my spawn rather than her undead. On top of that, Demon’s new form and the loyalty of its rider was also my work, she’d been opposed to the plan as it was. On the other hand, she is my first follower. Her undead had delivered my spawn to the goblins to allow them their kills and captures - and had provided the opportunity for me to turn the goblin rider to our side by killing the boar with their spears. It was a team effort and having her acting as a regent while I slept or when I was focused on other tasks might be useful. She's also a bit more aware of the outside world and can act as a useful advisor in other pursuits.

I could punish her a bit - plus I am curious what sort of spawn her body would provide, and how her tendency of calling me Lord when she's trying to appeal to me but 'forgetting' to do so when she isn't. If I break her mind, I could just keep fucking her as we move towards the goblin settlement, use her as a skeleton for my body as I take full control. Or I could give her what she wants, name her my high priestess or whatever, and fuck the shit out of her as a way of making it clear to her that I stand above her in the hierarchy. I am curious what spawn would form from her, and I could even explain it away as anointing her as my high priestess by fucking her a specific way - throw in a potion or two to boost her stats somehow so it even mimics a blessing.

I could also scare her into submission by using a potion or something to get the boar to **** the goblin rider or something - make it clear that I could have her own undead she's so proud of make her into a fuck-toy if she tries to make demands of me like that. Could even swap over to the goblin entirely and leave her without my body around her as protection before **** her both with the boar and her undead - might be a bit far but really, she's been pushing it.

Then again... she has an entire race that lives neutral to the conflict - but the light god did comment on a burning of a village filled with her race, to the point of it creating a kitsune that works directly for the dark lord and is dangerous enough to catch his attention. She could be useful to leading any remaining kitsune to my side, and there's proof their race can become powerful enough to be useful. Maybe I could name her a Queen, still under me as it's literally me she's living in but holding such power that she can debate actions with me - as far as anyone else would be concerned. She wouldn't really have that much power but making her and others think so might help lead those neutral kitsune still around to my side. I'd still anoint her so with a good dicking.

God this feels so much better when I'm not an entire forest. Maybe I'll even let her fuck the goblin by making a tentacle cock that's sticking out from the crotch area of the body armor I've pretending to be.