One 2 One - Goblin Lover 3 - Endless Bliss

The forge was built quickly under the supervision of the nervous artisan. The woman was very eager to simply not lose her character, and the side of her that was her character was very eager to not be lost to goblins until her end. A humiliating end, to be bested by malicious little demons that topped out at around second level in general. For that reason, and with Luara as the prime example, Yenna was almost eager to prove that she was useful enough to keep around as more than a breeder or a mount.

“How is it coming along, Yenna dear?” The Mage questioned. She had taken a keen interest in the development of the goblin camp. It was an interest that Luara shared, so she did not think anything of Uma's growing influence. Luara was just glad that the mage was on board and not interested in shutting down the Shaman.

Yenna looked up and responded nervously. “G-good, Uma-” With a look from Uma, Yenna stammered to correct herself.
“I-I mean, 'Miss.'”

“Good girl. Start showing them what they can do.” Uma returned to lounging near the forge, overseeing the breeding of slaves below. She looked to enjoy it, Luara thought, but she also found that Uma must enjoy it for far different reasons.

“How's instruction of the Shaman coming along?” Luara asked.
“Why haven't we begun that yet?”

“In due time, dear. In due time.” As they spoke Yenna took a piece of gear and shoveled it into the crucible after stripping it of everything that was not metal. The Goblin observed carefully as it melted down, his eyes burning with possibilities as he watched the high-level piece melt down.

Yenna was not sure that they understood, but she still explained. “Gear retains the power and rarity that it accrues when it is melted down, but it isn't one for one. That being said, it can be reforged and if we reforge it into something smaller...” She pulled the crucible out carefully and begins to pour the metal into molds that she had prepared.

“Then that satisfies a lot of the restrictions.” The Shaman watched, mostly ignoring her words and just stared at the result as the metal hardened. The Artisan pounded what she got and shaped it in front of him until it began to form into a rounded, curved plate that could easily protect a goblins whole torso. She let it cool and then handed it to him. Luara was watching at this point, as well. The Shaman took it and lifted it up. He placed it on the ground and shouted one of his warriors over. The little warrior began doing his best to dent the plate as Yenna prayed for her work to hold. With her anxiously waiting for something to give, a minute of solid pounding felt like an eternity until finally the Goblin warrior stopped, panting. The shaman's eyes were wide and a grin formed on his lips, showing jagged teeth. He pushed his staff through one of the crude pans that the goblins formed into a makeshift breastplate and whipped it off into the far cave before letting out a victorious yell.

“Excellent, Yenna!” Luara complimented.

“Th-thanks!” The Artisan breathed.
“Will it be enough to... You know?” She was very worried for her in-game life.

“Oh, I think you have definitely proven your worth, Yenna dear.” Uma injected herself into the conversation.
“However...”

“However?” Luara asked.

“I'm afraid that with the Artisan and with Myself, we have a little rogue that does not really serve any purpose to this colony.” Uma smiled maliciously, though to Luara she still found it perplexingly intoxicating. Her mind was foggy and for some reason, the mages threatening words seeped into her ears like honey.

“O-oh.” Luara intoned passively.

“But that is okay! This is what you wanted all along, is it not?” Though it was completely lost on the subject, Luara, Uma was weaving with her left hand as she spoke, spinning and gesturing in a particular motion. The exactness was important. Concentration was necessary. Once she began, though, it was not as if the subject would have a chance to interrupt.

“So true.” Luara smiled contentedly. It was what she wanted. There was no ambiguity allowed. There was no longer a caveat that she would have liked to help more or see things through. Her mind rested and gave way to sheer desire. Her gave out from under her and her head bowed deeply before the Goblin Shaman in her most desired and anticipated surrender. All the while the Goblin watched with his beady little eyes narrowed sharply.

Once the spell was woven, Uma switched her gesturing while the Goblin looked on carefully. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled as the words 'take her' were translated to him. It was not necessarily a translation that allowed him to understand her. What it was was a feeling that he could not misunderstand, which then matched a compulsion of the same command. It was an unconscious order. He rubbed his chin and conceded, pointing to the salivating, almost frothing Luara. Warriors pulled her away to the pits.

“Bye bye, Luara.” Uma said sweetly while waving.
“You will be missed.”

-

Luara was incredibly wet and ready. She stood shoulder to shoulder with the pregnant paladin and another woman. Their breasts swollen leaking while their bellies bulged similarly.
“My turn...” She mumbled ecstatically. There was no longer any other thought in her mind. Her legs shook in anticipation as the Shaman himself approached her while his warriors stripped her of all her trappings and effects, tossing them to the pile. All except the totem he offered here before. He curled that in her dainty palm, urging her to hold on to it as he took a needle and dipped it in ink. It was difficult for her, incredibly difficult to have a Goblin between her legs working so close to her nethers without actually touching them. She was beginning to form a pool beneath her with how hopelessly aroused she was. It almost felt just as good when he began poking the needle into her skin to draw a tattoo above her cunt.
“T-take me...” She moaned.
“Please...” She begged him. She did not just want it with her body, but her mind and her soul demanded it. She did not notice in her arousal and in the sensation of the needle carefully tracing across her skin that his other hand was practicing a gesture over and over again. When the tattoo was finished, a drawing of the same totem that she was given, he took it from her and cursed himself that he could not complete the gesture just yet. He poked two piercings, one through each nipple and then wrapped a collar that had probably been poached from a pet around her neck. It still had the tag that said 'Spot' on a silver collar dangling from the front, though those words meant nothing to the Shaman. He stood up and stared down at the tattoo and piercings, admiring his work. Then, his own lust got the better of him. He squatted down between the begging woman's legs and lifted them over his shoulders, pulling her out from the walls so that she was on her beck.

He pushed his gnarly member inside and pumped over and over again. The Elf was tight, about as tight as any other Elf he had, but she was still different, somehow. Some arcane segment of tangled code that sat as one piece of his intelligence told him that rather vehemently. He had impregnated many women at this point, and wished many more but for some reason, to him he attached an importance to Luara as he buried his cock inside her with one last thrust and came. To him, she was not simply a sack to hold his children. She was that, but she was also attached to him with some abstract importance that he did not understand. He pulled free, his seed dripping from her gaped pussy; depsite his small stature his cock was almost as thick as his arm when hard, in true Goblin form. She lay back, satisfied. Still mindless. Normally the women were free to anyone, and indeed the paladin was being used as a quick drink by a warrior next to him. Against his programming he uttered some choice words to keep his men off of Luara in particular, for she was his and no one else's. He leaned over her and sucked on her freshly pierced nipples, enjoying the taste of metal from both the pierce and the piercing. Luara moaned in response. It was not unpleasant to see her in such a state, but something told him it was not real. He glared back at the smug woman that carried herself like a goddess. He continued practicing gestures as he ravished Luara's body. A good cover and a lot of fun, as well.

-

A slender figure entered Laura's home silently. They did not need to, as they knew Laura was online, but they chose to regardless. They made their way to her room where her desk was set up in the corner. The curtains were drawn and everything was dark, save for everything lit up by the screen. They approached the setup with her sitting in the chair twitching and salivating. Her setup was full activated. Just as she desired, if left alone she would remain logged into the game, essentially forever, lulled into sweet, permanent servitude to the creatures she admired. The figure shook their head subtly and sighed, pulling one of the connectors to the nutrition compartment that would have sustained her for a long, long time. With that no longer connected she would remain in One2One for just a few more hours before the software kicked her out due to either fatigue or hunger or thirst, whichever triggered first.

While they were there they leaned over the keyboard and mouse and took manual control of the other screen to look over the sent messages from GoblinLover. They deleted a few lines then observed the game state and understood immediately what happened.
“Uma...” They muttered. They craned their head down to see the soaked chair that Laura was sitting in and shuddered lightly. They stopped themselves from doing anything they might regret and quickly withdrew from the apartment.

An hour later Laura was kicked out of the game, much to her surprised. She was dizzy, thirsty and hungry. She could still see her character in game, naked and spent after being used by the Shaman. With an outside perspective she was pleased to an extent, but also cursed at what Uma had done. The woman had completely hijacked what she had worked for.
“Fucking Nial.” She gritted her teeth and glanced over at the other screen.

[Yeah. A little late for that.]

[Already got got?] GL responded quickly, as if they were expecting her and anticipating a response.

[Yup.] She checked her setup and noticed one of the connectors was unplugged.

[Only reason I'm still around is my setup was unplugged. I thought it was all in place, I guess not. Made it out completely by chance.]

[Sure. Anyway, tell me about what happened.]

[Mind Mage named Uma, referred by my prick of a friend. She double crossed me and sent me to the pits. I guess I introduced her, and at that point I had no more use to her as anything other than another little gobo factory.] As angry as she was to be betrayed, she was not mad to have been bred. It was what she wanted. It was that there was still so much left for her to oversee in the camp. She wanted to help.

[Your friend referred her? That's rough. Maybe they thought that she was more trustworthy than she actually was?]

[No, that guy's always been an idiot.] There was a long pause.

[Sure. So... We don't have many options.]

[I need you to come to the camp in game and help. What level are you? What's your class?]

[That is not going to work.] GL responded quickly.

[Why?]

[I go and confront the Mage and then what? Odds are the same thing happens to me.]

[Got it... Well my character is having a great time and I might log in one last time with my setup active. Just kinda glad that it's working.]

[Wait wait...]

[What? We both wanted this, anyway. If Uma's completing the plan for us it's still fine.] Laura noticed another long pause.

[I want to see this through and so do you. So just hold off on 'ending' yourself in 'eternal Goblin bliss', alright? For a little while, at least. Need to see how this plays out. Maybe contact your friend and tell him what his friend did to you.]

[Good call! Thanks GL.]

[No problem. We... Will be able to meet in game at some point. Hopefully soon.] There was no answer as GL sent that last message, Laura was already trying to get a hold of Nial.