I am the one who defeated her! She is mine to use as I wish, no matter what the master would say!

Your body is experiencing the ache of lust and the desire for sexual release for the first time and, so, it is impossible for you to try and resist it. It is a powerful urge and it fills you, making you forget your duty to your master or the potential you are supposed to find and meet within you. You forget about all of that and everything except the lust within you and the unconscious form of the gnome on the ground beneath you.

You reach down and tear at the gnome's leather clothing, your nails sharp enough to pierce the leather of her tunic as you rip it open. Her bountiful breasts bounce free from their confines, the skin of the supple curves milky and pale. Rosy pink nipples crown each round bosom and you reach down to squeeze and fondle the heavy globes. The flesh is pliant and yielding as you squeeze her chest roughly, the milky flesh spilling out between your fingers as you maul her tits.

She again gasps out and moans, this time more harshly, but your sharp blow to her skull keeps her knocked out as you move on to her trousers, tearing the lacings of them and pulling them down her legs to her thighs. You reveal plump thighs, creamy and pale, and downy red pubic hair upon her mound. You also reveal her tempting pink pussy, showing signs of wetness from your fondling and molesting of her body.

At the sight of her womanhood revealed to you, you can hold back no longer as you reach down to unlace your breeches, pulling them down far enough to allow your hard cock to spring forth. Just as you are taller and more solidly built than regular goblins, so too are you more well-endowed as your cock, at full erectness, is a foot long and as thick around as an average human's wrist. Perhaps this was also a sign of the effects of your master's essence within you, but you don't even pause to consider that as you lift the gnome's legs with one hand, resting them against your chest and holding them with one arm, and grab your rigid member with the other.

You waste no time guiding your prick to her entrance, feeling the throbbing head of your rod pressing against tender folds. Your lust far too strong to be ignored, you do not even hesitate before burying yourself into the gnome's pussy in one hard thrust. She is slightly wet, but not enough to make your penetration an easy thing as her diminutive size makes her insanely tight around your disproportionately large cock.

The rough penetration is enough to make her snap to awareness with a shriek of surprise and pain. Her green eyes open wide as she tries to make sense of what's happening, but you hardly give her time to think as you continue to thrust into her, driving your thick cock into her tight, spasming cunt again and again as you seek to satisfy your lust.

She cries out in pain as you roughly fuck her cunny, her eyes wet with tears as she ineffectually grabs at you and slaps at your arm and chest. You have control of her, however, and she can do nothing to stop you from satisfying your lust as you slam your prick into her, your bodies coming together with a slap of flesh on flesh that ripples through her round bottom and fleshy thighs and makes her bountiful tits bounce with every impact.

Eventually, you reach your climax, burying your cock inside of her as, in a final act of insult and dominance, you fill her with your goblin seed. Your heavy balls clench as you fill her gnomish womb with your cum, your orgasm so heavy and voluminous that your semen fills her and drips from her pussy around your twitching cock. She cries in anguish and shame as she feels your spunk fill her, her hands coming up to cover her face as she begins to sob.

You, on the other hand, rise up, pulling your cock from her to allow more of your seed to spill out of her ravaged cunt as you do. You stand up and begin to put your slowly softening cock back into your breeches, but you are interrupted by the sound of a voice behind you.

"So, my minion has decided that his own pleasure comes before his duty to his master?", the dark lord says as you feel a gauntleted hand close around your neck and lift you from your feet, "That won't do."

You feel yourself turned in the air as he moves so that you can look into his burning red eyes as he slowly closes his fist around your throat, crushing your windpipe and vertabrae in his powerful grasp as he wrings the life from you.

"That won't do...at all."