Kinky Temptation

(A/N: This is a SFW version of the novel, for the NSFW one please go to my patreon page at the end of this chapter)

The pressure on her head disappeared.

”Since you’re so sincere, I’ll forgive you.”

Lyssandra removed her foot, the dangerous tension around her dissolving as if it had never existed.

The female goblin remained trembling, her head still lowered, unable to believe she had been so close to death. She felt like she had stepped through the gates of hell and barely escaped.

”Thank you, Great One… I promise… No, I swear I’ll never do it again.”

She stammered, then slowly stood up and ran away, her legs shaking with fear. Just as she reached the edge of the camp, Lyssandra’s voice echoed behind her.

”A question… What is your name?”

The female goblin froze in place. Slowly, she turned back, her voice trembling as she replied, ”I-I… Monsters don’t have names.”

”Is that so?” Lyssandra’s tone was light, almost dismissive.

”Then from now on, you are Naya.”

She said it with an air of nonchalance, then turned and walked away without looking back.

The female goblin stood motionless, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

”What… What did I just hear? A name? Yes, a name… I got a name. I really got a name.”

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as she wept.

But of course, it wouldn’t end so simply. Lying equaled punishment.

”Naya will not be given a single thing to eat for two days. I can’t be lenient with monsters as their intelligence increases.”

Then she left that problem behind her, focusing on other matters.

From that conversation, Lyssandra gleaned several important realizations.

First, the cunning and wit of monsters hadn’t vanished after they ’awoken’—the term she had coined for when their killing instinct faded, yet their minds became more intricate and sophisticated.

Who would have thought a goblin could deceive someone with nothing but words?

”The future of these creatures was bright”, she mused.

Second, monsters didn’t have names. That made sense.

After all, they had spent their lives in the presence of a voice-one that had never granted them names but insanity. It seemed like she’d have to prepare names for some of them in the future.

Last, goblins were a horny bunch. Given the current state where she kept all the female goblins for herself.

”They couldn’t want to fuck anyone else anyway, since no one could resist the taste of my dick,” she smirked.

”Still, I need to think about this problem. Goblins copulate just to satisfy their lust……..Maybe that could work. I have an idea.”

With that decided, she changed direction and chased after the rejected male goblin.

”Hey, you.”

He turned around and immediately froze, his eyes wide with terror as he dropped to his knees.

”Great One, I obey your command. I’ll never think about her again. Please don’t kill me!”

”No, I’m not going to kill you,” she said, but she thought for a moment.

”I think I need to talk to all the male goblins.”

”You, go and round up all the male goblins here,” she commanded, and he scrambled off immediately.

After five minutes, all the male goblins gathered, some were farming, others were practicing weapons before they were called.

”Alright, everyone sit down,” she raised her voice.

Once they had settled down, she asked,

”What do you think about the female goblins?”

She waited a moment for them to process the question.

”You,” she pointed at a goblin who raised his hand.

”They’re born just for us to use.”

Another muttered with a vulgar grin and weird dialect, ”Yeah, just some walking cunts for me to spunk in.”

Most of them shared the same view.

Lyssandra watched them, her expression unreadable as they discussed.

”Have you ever thought about instead of the females, you can do it with the male ones?”

This time, no one responded. The silence was deafening.

After a while, the male goblins turned to each other, something shifting within them they couldn’t quite grasp.

Lyssandra seized the moment.

”Listen carefully,” she said, her voice smooth as silk, yet heavy with authority. 

”You’ve spent your lives seeing the females as tools for your pleasure. But have you ever wondered why they never return the favor? Why they never willingly let you touch their bodies?”

Her gaze swept across the goblins, their eyes widening slightly.

”You see, they were born to serve. But what if I told you that there’s a whole new kind of pleasure waiting for you? A deeper connection. A way to be used without the pain of rejection, without the disappointment of a woman’s refusal.”

She stepped forward, arms wide, clutching.

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The goblins shifted, their expressions a mix of confusion and curiosity.

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”It’s about your bodies. Your trust. Your vulnerability. The way you can feel each other’s warmth, the way your skin can touch, the way you can lose yourselves in each other.”

She paused, watching for their reactions.

”I know what you’re thinking. That it feels wrong. That it’s unnatural. But think about it, what is natural when you’ve spent your whole life being called the lesser gender? When your kind was born to be used?”

She smiled, the expression both cruel and tender.

“You can be more. More than creatures that only take. You can learn to receive… to feel… to be wanted. To be loved.”

The goblins were silent now, their faces pale, their eyes wide.

She let the moment linger before continuing.

“This is your chance to break the cycle. To create something new. To become something more. Not just takers but beings who can feel, who can be chosen.”

Lyssandra stepped back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

”That is the future I want for you. Not just use, but to be used. To feel. To be loved.”

She turned and walked away, leaving them alone, their minds reeling with new thoughts.

Each goblin looked at the others now, their gazes no longer filled with the same hunger or indifference. There was something different in them now, an uncertainty, a shift that would take time to fully comprehend.

She knew the change was coming. It was inevitable. This new direction would bring a brighter future for the goblins, one where they could grow beyond their previous roles.

”Anyway, I should check my current level. I didn’t know that commanding those goblins could earn me experience points. Now I’m level 9—two more levels gained.”

She tapped the system interface. A new option appeared in her menu: [Map] unlocked.

It was a small mini-map at the edge of her vision, displaying all the paths she had taken, while the rest remained shrouded in a dense fog of war. Small blue dots marked her allies, while red ones indicated enemies, scattered across the terrain.

[Cognitive Dominion]

Partial: Brushes the surface of the mind.Half: Reads structured thoughts.Full: Unveils the entirety of one’s psyche.[Fertility Control] Regulates reproductive potency at will.

[Lust Conversion] Converts pleasure into mana/energy.

Lyssandra’s eyes narrowed slightly as she read the options. Fertility Control… oh no, she should’ve thought about that.

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”What if?” The thought lingered in her mind, unspoken yet powerful.

Could she possibly be pregnant? The idea was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. ######

But what if it was happening?

She glanced toward her hut.

”And what about the female goblins? Could they have…?”

She didn’t hesitate.

She selected [Fertility Control] — Regulates reproductive potency at will.