Let the Bloodlust Consume You

As soon as you knocked out the Dwarf, you rose from his prone body and breathed heavily. Your vision clouded as the famed "Bloodlust" of the Orcs consumed your sanity. Looking over your "kill", you raise your leather clad hands up and started to beat your chest furiously before giving a primal roar that once again rips itself out from your chest and throat. Though, everyone else is far too distracted to give you the time of day as they fight for their lives.

Your base instincts clouding your judgement, you ignore the fact that your blade is nearby as you look exactly where the females were. Not caring about the Elf for now you saw the other Goblins crowding around the half-breed, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Seeing this more as a competition...whether to get a potential mate's attention or a fight you didn't care, you just cared about standing up to the challenge in your addled mindset.

Without wasting any further time, you quickly got onto your feet and charged right for where the little battle was. A sizable regiment of Goblins were still alive and trying to fake out the minotaur-human hybrid but just couldn't get any footing. But that became completely inconsequential once you charged into the scene.

Before the half-breed had any idea what was going on, she was on her back with you on top of her. She had lost her grip on her axes when you tackled her in surprised and was now in a very vulnerable position.

Surprised by this sudden move, your tiny cohorts look to you pinning the hybrid on the ground and then shrugged. With one out of the way, they immediately went after the bard, her music stopping as she had to defend herself with a little dagger. Sadly for her, she was not a competent fighter was soon being dogpiled by the Goblins and was subsequently tied up with rope.

Seeing his comrades getting taking down, the human archer was about to shout their names before getting one of legs completely severed from his body. And as he was falling, another Goblin ended him with a stab to the chest.

All of the heroes taken cared of, you straddled the half-breed...her struggles against your weight and your hands at her wrists causes her massive tits (each about the size of your head) to jiggle within her leather straps. You may be feeling Bloodlust, but looking upon this female makes you feel a "lust" of another kind. It was strange, suddenly having this sort of reaction to a creature within the short span of existence that is your life. Thus far you only knew of fight, kill, maim, slaughter, break and other such violent things as well as enslaving those who were weaker than you.

But, with the creature below you currently, you just want to see her pretty little face contort when you stab your cock into her. To turn this once strong and fiery warrior into nothing else but a sleeve for your mighty prick and a deposit for your sperm is a very appealing thought. But it was still so alien and foreign, so much so that it cleared your mind of the Bloodlust that was muddying your sensibility.

It is decided, you're going to keep this one alive too, and you're going to request your master to let you keep this one. Not wanting her to struggle the whole time, you bring her hands to above her head and held them there with one mighty hand. Then you brought your other hand down and clenched tightly onto her neck.

Seeing what you were doing, her struggles became violent...renewed at not wanting to possibly strangled to death. You can even hear her hooves banging on the ground behind you; you briefly wonder if she'll crack them in her feign attempts of freedom. Wet coughing comes from her as she tries to force air through her pipes, saliva only being offered instead. And then, all too soon, her eyes roll up into the back of her head and she collapses...passing out from oxygen deprivation.