Bring Her In

As much as you would love to consummate your victory and conquest, something inside of you says that that wasn't the brightest of ideas. Sighing to yourself, you stand away from your prize and went to retrieve your weapon.

While you do so, the surviving Goblins that were around you took a moment to celebrate the fact that they were alive. High-fives, handshakes, headbutts, and the few female Goblins ended up getting groped as they rejoiced in the fact that they were alive. But, once they heard the sound of your sword entering its scabbard behind your back they stopped.

Not feeling like dying from some other threat, they got to work without needing your command. It took two or three Goblins to drag away the Elf and the dead archer, but it took a small army to start dragging the Dwarf away...the screeching of his armor on the floor annoyingly present. Other teams of Goblins picked up the equipment that was dropped, possibly to use them to supplement the armory. Others also began the process of cleaning up their dead comrades.

You looked to the side and saw some moving to pick up the cowgirl and her axes and you snarled. With a stomp of your foot and a hand on your sword, the Goblins noticed you and sheepishly backing away. That was good...this woman and her gear were your property. Even if the Overlord were to deny your request, you would give a fight. You claimed her and by the blood that was on this floor, you were going to keep your property.

Once the Goblins backed off and went to do some other task, you walked to the unconscious barbarian and knelt beside her. Looking over her powerful, yet plump and juicy body...you gritted your teeth to keep self-control. You wrapped your arms around her and grunted as you hoisted her over your shoulder. She was certainly heavy...must have been all those muscles and those tits.

Still kneeling you use your free hand to scoop up both her axes. Finally standing, you groaned to yourself, it was going to be awkward walking so unbalanced. Especially since your field of view to your left was completely obscured by hybrid cow-ass.

"All going to be worth it..." Was what you consoled yourself with in your mind. With that, you followed the teams of Goblins carrying the failed intruders. Quite simply, you just grunted out, "All bodies to Master." The Goblins just quietly obeyed. You gave this order because you didn't trust them trying to take a nibble of the men or carrying the Elf away for fun. All were going to be presented to Master and that was that.

The trip was unremarkable. The only sounds were your footfalls, the groaning of Goblins, and the constant screeching of the Dwarf's armor scrapping against the floor. There were no other issues, fortunately, as your group finally reached the central throne room used by your Master when events happened that he needed to take care of.

And there he was, sitting atop a slick black throne that looked like it was forged in a volcano from Hell itself. His weapon leaned against the throne as he sat upon it, an elbow resting on an armrest while his hand was cradling his head. Somehow you felt...amusement, radiating from him.

Of course, off to the side was his majordomo, Pipsqueak He-Cunt...slinking in the Master's shadow. You paid him no mind for he did not deserve it. You were here for the Overlord, and it was only he you would talk to.

The Overlord looked over the haul brought to him and just nodded. Without moving much, he began giving instruction to the Goblins.

"Strip them all of clothing and gear to be used for our armory. Bring the corpse to the kennel...my hounds are starving for human flesh. The Elf...to my pleasure tower. She shall be trained by the overseer there to be of use to worthy servants. As for the Dwarf, he shall go to the pens. Whether by mine or by smith, he shall be a great asset."

As their orders were given, the Goblins left the room with their charges. Eventually, you are left alone with the Overlord with only your property and He-Cunt present. The Overlord looked you over carefully and left the room be silent for a long...almost eternal moment.