Sexually

Little tendrils of darkness started from me, instinct shaping my power into the form I needed. My tendrils expanded outwards like wings and curled around the goblin. She looked around frantic as the tendrils caged her, and began to coil around her body.

Like all goblins she was no taller than a child, but all three feet of her were built for fucking. Wide hips ran into thick thighs, almost comically large compared to her frame, and were counterbalanced by bountiful tits. Even through her fear, her body knew what it was built for, and she cooed as the tendrils wrapped around her ass. My tendrils snuck under her sackcloth and tore it to shreds, exposing nipples of the lightest green and a bush the same black-green as her hair.

A thick tendril snaked past jagged teeth and I released something into the goblin. I dropped her and watched as a black steam came curling from the corners of her mouth. She seemed fine for a moment, before clutching her stomach with a cry of pain. She collapsed and cried out, her slitted eyes growing narrow. After a moment her eyes glazed and she crawled desperately towards me. Her cunt gushed like a fountain, leaving a trail of liquid in the dirt, and she used my leg to climb to her feet.

She took my cock in hand and started lapping at it like it was the only pond in a desert. At the same time she stated to finger her pussy, rubbing at it savagely. My tendrils snapped out and wrapped around her arms and legs, hoisting the little goblin into the air. She bucked against the restraints, hips gyrating and sending droplets of her juice flying. "Empty, it's empty. I need it, I need to be filled. It burns!"

She spoke in goblin, but the words were no obstacle to me.

Tendrils burst from my groin, thicker than the ones I'd been using, and claimed the goblin. Her mouth, her ass, her cunt were each taken by a powerful tendril. Smaller tendrils wrapped around her tits, some pulled at her nipples, some worked with the larger ones to tease her pussy and clit. My tendrils writhed and I could feel her pleasure as if it were my own. I could feel so much compared to before, it was intoxicating; the finest of drink, ambrosia.

"More."

Gree'ek's shrieks filled the forest, keening like beast. She panted and moaned, **** to be filled, and I gave her everything I had to give.

"More!"

My form lost cohesion as more and more joined with the violating tendrils. Power built in me, possibilities forming from shadow, each calling to me. A fire roared through me, hotter than blood, and demanded to be answered. The greenery around me went grey and disintegrated, a nearby tree dried-up and started to crack, and a blackness began to bubble under the goblin's skin.