The cave mouth yawned before her like a throat waiting to swallow something whole. Red pressed her back against the damp stone wall, the chill seeping through her leathers, and listened to the wet drip of water somewhere in the dark. The air was thick—damp earth and something muskier underneath, a sour animal smell that clung to the back of her tongue. Goblins. She could taste them.

Her fingers drummed once against her thigh, a nervous habit she'd never managed to shake. First real fight. Not a spar, not a brawl in some tavern yard where the loser got up and bought the winner a drink. This was a claim. A conquest. The kind of thing that made a name echo through the underworld like a struck bell.

She rolled her shoulders, feeling the shift ripple through her body—muscles sliding under skin, her center of gravity dropping half an inch. Her hips widened, just a fraction. Her thighs thickened. The goblin tooth on its leather cord swayed against her collarbone as she moved, a promise of what she collected.

Torchlight flickered ahead, painting the slick black walls in orange and shadow. Red moved into it, her bare feet finding silent purchase on the wet stone. She'd left her boots at the entrance—leather squeaks, and she needed every advantage she could steal.

The first goblin was alone.

He sat on a rough-hewn stool near the torch, his back half-turned to her, picking at something between his yellow teeth with a rusty nail. His ears twitched, catching some sound she hadn't made, and he looked up—but not fast enough.

Red's hand moved before she thought about it. The flesh of her arm stretched, lengthening, her fingers thinning into something serpentine and quick. She crossed the distance in two strides and her palm met his mouth, the bones of her hand rearranging themselves as she pushed inside. His teeth clicked against her knuckles, his eyes going wide and white-rimmed as her fingers filled his throat, blocking the scream before it could form.

Hot breath gusted through her fingers. His hands came up, scrabbling at her wrist, but she'd already reshaped herself—her fingers had thickened inside his mouth, spreading to lock behind his teeth. He couldn't bite down. Couldn't pull her free. All he could do was stare up at her with those wide yellow eyes while she straddled his lap.

"Shhh," she breathed, her voice a low purr. "This goes easier if you don't fight."

He fought.

His hips bucked under her, his clawed fingers digging into her thighs hard enough to draw thin lines of blood. Red hissed through her teeth, but she'd already shifted her weight, settling onto him with a practiced roll. Her other hand came down, palm flat against his chest, and she pushed—not hard, just enough to pin him to the stool's backrest.

"I said," she murmured, leaning close enough that her copper eyes caught the torchlight, "this goes easier if you don't fight."

Her free hand moved down between them. She'd already adjusted her body—her leathers had shifted, parting like water around her cunt, leaving her bare and slick against the rough fabric of his trousers. She could feel his cock hardening through the cloth, a traitor's response to the weight of her on his lap. Goblins were simple creatures. Give them a warm body and a tight hole and their dicks did the thinking.

She grinned, sharp and hungry.

"There we go." Her fingers found the laces of his trousers, tugged them loose. "That's it. You know what's coming, don't you?"

His muffled grunt was panic and arousal tangled together. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, flushed dark at the tip. Goblins weren't subtle creatures, and neither were their cocks. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the pulse of his blood against her palm, and gave one slow stroke.

He trembled under her.

"That's a good boy." She guided him to her entrance, her hips already rolling, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. "You're going to cum so fast for me, aren't you? You're going to fill me up and then you're going to be mine."

She sank down.

The stretch was immediate. She'd tightened herself, her cunt clenching around him like a fist, the walls of her pussy gripping every ridge and vein of his cock. He was thick—thicker than she'd expected—but she'd made herself for this, shaped herself to take him, and the burn of it was exquisite. She felt every inch sliding into her. Felt his hips buck involuntarily, trying to drive deeper.

"Oh, fuck," she breathed, her head falling back. "You feel that? You feel how tight I am?"

His muffled whimper was answer enough. His hands had stopped trying to push her away and had moved to her hips instead, fingers digging into her flesh with desperate strength.

Red rode him slow at first, a lazy roll of her hips that made his eyes roll back in his head. She could feel how close he was already—the way his cock throbbed inside her, the way his breath came in ragged gasps through her fingers. Goblins were fast. She'd counted on that.

"Already close?" She leaned forward, her mouth brushing his ear. "Already going to fill me up like a good little goblin? I can feel you twitching in there. I can feel how bad you want to cum."

She tightened around him, a deliberate clench that rippled along the length of his cock, and he came apart.

His body went rigid, his spine bowing as his hips drove up into her, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed inside her, flooding her with hot, thick cum, and she felt every spurt of it, felt her cunt clenching around him, milking him dry. His muffled groan was a raw, desperate sound, and his hands spasmed on her hips hard enough to bruise.

Red held him there, riding out the last of his orgasm, her inner walls fluttering around him until his cock softened and slipped free, spilling a thick trail of cum down her inner thigh.

His eyes had rolled back. His head lolled forward, and she pulled her hand from his mouth, watching the way his jaw hung slack, drool and spit stringing from his lips.

"There we go," she murmured, sliding off his lap. His body crumpled to the floor, unconscious, his cock still wet and flagging against his thigh. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She stood over him, breathing hard, her own cunt slick with his cum and her arousal. The taste of victory was sharp on her tongue—copper and musk and the heady rush of power.

The cave's deeper shadows promised more.

Red licked her lips, her copper eyes scanning the dark tunnel ahead. Another torch guttered in the distance, and she could hear the faint murmur of voices, the clink of something metal. More of them. More conquests.

Her body was already shifting as she moved forward, her hips settling back into their wiry default, her hand flexing at her side. The first one was down. The first one was hers.

She smiled, low and dangerous, and melted into the shadows.

The shadows wrapped around her like a second skin, cool and patient. Red pressed herself against the cavern wall, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmer light beyond the torch's reach. Her breath came slow and measured, each exhale a thin wisp of fog that vanished before it could betray her position. The goblin's cum was cooling on her thigh, a sticky reminder of what she'd just done, and she found she didn't mind the sensation. It felt like a mark. A claim.

She flexed her hand, the one that had filled his mouth, and watched the bones shift beneath her skin. Her fingers shortened, thickened, the knuckles broadening into something more brutal. She'd need that for the next one. Goblins traveled in packs, and the first kill—or conquest, she corrected herself with a smirk—would have been noticed by now if she'd let him scream. She hadn't. The silence was her ally.

Ahead, the tunnel split. One path curved left, where the murmur of voices grew louder, punctuated by the occasional clink of metal against stone. The other dove right, darker, the torchlight barely reaching its mouth. Red hesitated, her copper eyes tracking between the two. She could hear the low rumble of goblin laughter, the wet sound of something being chewed. The main camp, then. The right path was a gamble—maybe a storehouse, maybe an escape route, maybe nothing but dead stone.

She chose the voices.

The tunnel narrowed as she crept forward, the walls closing in until her shoulders brushed the slick stone on either side. She shifted as she moved, her body compressing, her shoulders slimming, her ribs drawing in close to her spine. By the time she reached the edge of the torchlight, she was half a foot shorter and half her width, her flame-red hair the only thing that couldn't be tucked away. She'd had to tie it back before entering, and now she pressed the mass of it against her skull, flattening it with her palm.

The chamber opened before her, wider than she'd expected, a natural bowl carved by centuries of water and greed. Three goblins clustered around a low fire, their patchwork clothes gleaming with stolen trinkets. One was picking at a bone, another sharpening a rusted blade, and the third—the largest, with a scar splitting his lip—was staring directly at the tunnel where she crouched.

Red froze.

His eyes were yellow, like the first one's, but sharper. Smarter. He hadn't seen her—she was still in shadow, her body pressed into a crack in the wall—but something had caught his attention. A sound. A scent. The faint, telltale musk of his companion's cum still clinging to her skin.

He sniffed the air.

Red's heart hammered against her ribs. She'd been careless. The scent was on her, unmistakable if you knew what to smell for, and goblins had noses like bloodhounds when it came to their own kind. She had seconds, maybe less, before he placed it.

Her body moved before her mind caught up. She shifted, her legs lengthening, her arms reaching, and she launched herself from the shadow in a single silent arc. The scarred goblin's head snapped toward her, his mouth opening to shout, but she was already there, her hand reshaping as it flew—fingers fusing, palm flattening, the whole limb turning into something like a living gag that shoved between his teeth before the sound could escape his throat.

His shock was a physical thing. She felt it in the way his jaw clamped down, the way his body went rigid beneath her as she landed on his lap, straddling him with the same practiced roll she'd used on the first one. His companions looked up, startled, but Red had already shifted her other hand, a second arm extending, fingers spreading to cover both their mouths before they could react.

"Shhh," she breathed, her voice a low purr that carried through the firelit chamber. "This goes easier if you don't fight."

The scarred goblin under her did fight, just like the first one. His hips bucked, his claws raking at her thighs, but she'd already tightened her grip, her fingers locked behind his teeth, and she'd already shifted her weight, settling onto him with a roll that made his eyes go wide. She could feel his cock hardening against her, a traitor's response to the weight of her, and she grinned, sharp and hungry.

"There we go," she murmured, her free hand moving down between them. "That's it. You know what's coming, don't you?"

His muffled grunt was panic and arousal tangled together, and she felt the pulse of his blood against her palm as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. Thicker than the first one. Rougher. She gave one slow stroke, feeling the way it twitched in her grip, and his hips bucked involuntarily, trying to drive deeper into her hand.

She sank down.

The stretch was different this time. He was thicker, the head of his cock bullying its way into her with a demand that made her gasp. But she'd made herself for this, shaped herself to take him, and the burn of it was exquisite. She felt every inch sliding into her, felt the way her cunt clenched around him, gripping every ridge and vein. His hands had stopped trying to push her away and had moved to her hips instead, fingers digging into her flesh with desperate strength.

His muffled whimper was answer enough. She rode him slow at first, a lazy roll of her hips that made his eyes roll back in his head. She could feel how close he was already—the way his cock throbbed inside her, the way his breath came in ragged gasps through her fingers. Goblins were fast. She'd counted on that.

Red held him there, riding out the last of his orgasm, her inner walls fluttering around him until his cock softened and slipped free, spilling a thick trail of cum down her inner thigh. His eyes had rolled back. His head lolled forward, and she pulled her hand from his mouth, watching the way his jaw hung slack, drool and spit stringing from his lips.

The other two goblins stared, frozen, their eyes wide with a terror that was just beginning to dawn. Red turned to them, her smile slow and dangerous, her body already shifting as she rose from the scarred goblin's lap and stepped toward them.

The two goblins stared, frozen, their yellow eyes wide and white-rimmed. Red rose from the scarred one's lap with a slow, deliberate grace, his cum still warm on her thighs, and let her body shift as she stood. Her hips narrowed. Her shoulders squared. Her hand, still slick with his spit, flexed at her side.

"Now," she said, her voice a low purr that cut through the crackle of the fire, "you two can make this easy, or you can make it fun. I'm hoping for fun."

The one on the left—a wiry thing with a gold tooth and a patch over one eye—backed up a step, his hands coming up in front of his chest. The one on the right was stockier, his arms thick with scarred muscle, a crude iron ring through his nose. He didn't back up. He bared his teeth.

"You think you can take both of us?" the stocky one growled, his voice rough as shale. "One little—"

Red moved.

Not at him. At the fire. Her foot kicked out, sending a shower of embers and ash into his face, and while he was still blinking, she was on him. Her body twisted, her legs scissoring, and she caught him around the waist, driving him down onto his back with a thud that knocked the wind out of him. The wiry one lunged, but she was already moving, rolling off the stocky one's chest and coming up in a crouch.

"Feet first," she murmured, almost to herself, testing the idea like a new blade. "Let's see how you like that."

The stocky one scrambled to his knees, but Red was faster. She planted one foot on his chest, pushing him back down, and lifted the other, her toes finding the laces of his trousers. She hooked them, tugged, and the rough cloth gave way, his cock springing free—thick and flushed, already half-hard from the fight.

"Oh, look at that," she cooed, her toes curling around the base of it. "You're not as shy as you pretend, are you?"

His answer was a choked sound as she pressed her foot down, the sole of her foot sliding along the length of his cock. She had to concentrate, had to shift the bones in her foot, make it softer, more flexible, the way she'd done with her hands a hundred times. The skin of her sole warmed, grew slick with a thin sheen of her own oil, and she worked him with a slow, grinding pressure that made his hips buck.

"That's it," she breathed. "You feel that? You feel how soft my foot is? How warm?"

His hands came up, grabbing at her ankle, but she didn't stop. She pressed harder, her toes wrapping around his shaft, stroking him from base to tip with a deliberate, twisting motion. The wiry one was still frozen, watching his companion get brought to his knees by a woman's foot, and the fear in his one eye was delicious.

"You're close already, aren't you?" Red said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I can feel you twitching. I can feel how bad you want to cum."

She shifted her weight, bringing her other foot up to join the first, and now she had him trapped between them, her soles sandwiching his cock. She rubbed them together, a slow, grinding friction, and the stocky goblin's back arched off the ground. His mouth opened in a silent scream, his hands scrabbling at the dirt, and she felt the first hot pulse of his cum against her skin.

But she didn't stop.

She worked him through it, her feet milking him dry, and when his cock finally softened, she pulled away, letting his spent length flop against his thigh. He was gasping, his eyes rolled back, his body twitching with aftershocks.

"One down," she said, turning to the wiry one. "You want to be next, or do you want to be smart?"

The wiry one's good eye darted to the tunnel behind her. Then to his unconscious companions. Then back to her, and the slow, hungry smile on her face.

He dropped to his knees.

Red laughed, a low, dangerous sound that echoed off the cave walls. "That's what I thought." She walked toward him, her hips swaying, and stopped in front of him. "But I'm not going to let you off that easy. You're going to watch first. And then you're going to beg."

She turned away from him, moving deeper into the cave, and the wiry one scurried after her like a kicked dog. The tunnel opened into a wider chamber, and Red stopped short.

The goblin women were there.

Three of them, clustered around a low fire, their skin mottled green like the men but softer, curvier, their bodies draped in scraps of fur and leather. They looked up as she entered, their yellow eyes widening, and one of them—a tall one with a shaved head and a ring through her nose—rose to her feet.

"What do you want, surface-dweller?" she snarled, her voice a low, guttural growl. "You've come to the wrong hole."

Red smiled, slow and predatory. "I've come to the right one, actually." She let her body shift as she spoke, her hips widening, her breasts filling out, her skin flushing with a heat that had nothing to do with the fire. And then she reached down, her fingers finding the waistband of her leathers, and she pushed them aside.

Her clit was already swelling, lengthening, thickening into something that made the goblin women's eyes go wide. It grew until it was a full cock, thick and flushed, curving up toward her belly, slick with her own arousal.

"I've heard goblin women are the best in the dark," Red said, stepping forward. "Let's see if that's true."

The tall one's snarl faltered. Her eyes dropped to the cock between Red's thighs, and Red watched her swallow.

"You think that's going to—"

Red didn't let her finish. She crossed the distance in two strides, her hand catching the tall one's chin, tilting her head up. The goblin woman's lips parted, a protest forming, but Red silenced her with a kiss—not gentle, not asking, a claiming kiss that pressed the other woman's mouth open and stole her breath.

The tall one's body went rigid. Then, slowly, she softened, her hands coming up to grip Red's shoulders, her mouth opening under the shapeshifter's.

Red pulled back, a thin string of spit connecting their lips. "That's it," she breathed. "You feel that? That's what's coming for you."

The other two women had risen now, their eyes dark with a mixture of fear and something else—something hungry. Red reached out, her free hand finding the second one's wrist, pulling her close. The third one, the smallest, hung back, her yellow eyes darting between Red and the exit.

"Don't worry," Red said, her voice a low purr. "I'll get to you. But first—" she turned back to the tall one, her cock pressing against the other woman's thigh, "—I want to feel you cum on my cock."

The tall one's breath hitched. Her hands moved down, finding the hem of her fur skirt, and she pulled it aside, revealing the slick, dark folds of her cunt. She was already wet, her arousal glistening in the firelight, and Red laughed softly.

"You're not as tough as you pretend, are you?"

The tall one bared her teeth, but there was no heat in it. "Shut up and fuck me."

Red obliged.

She lifted the goblin woman, wrapping her legs around her waist, and sank her cock into that slick, tight heat in one smooth motion. The tall one gasped, her claws digging into Red's shoulders, her head falling back. Red growled, a low, animal sound, and began to move—slow, deep thrusts that made the goblin woman's eyes roll back in her head.

"Oh, fuck," the tall one breathed, her voice cracking. "Fuck, you're—you're so deep—"

"That's it," Red murmured, her lips brushing the other woman's ear. "You feel that? You feel how far I can reach? I'm going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name."

The second woman was watching, her hand already moving between her own thighs, her fingers working her clit as she watched Red fuck her companion. The third one, the smallest, had crept closer, her eyes wide, her lips parted.

Red shifted her weight, adjusting the angle, and the tall one let out a sharp, broken cry. Her cunt clenched around Red's cock, her body shuddering, and Red felt the first hot pulse of her orgasm.

"There it is," Red growled, fucking her through it. "That's it. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock."

The tall one's orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing, her nails raking bloody lines down Red's back. Red held her there, riding out the last of it, and when she finally pulled out, the goblin woman slid to the ground, a mess of trembling limbs and dripping cunt.

Red turned to the second woman, her cock still slick with the tall one's cum. "Your turn."

The second woman didn't need to be told twice. She dropped to her knees, her mouth opening, and Red groaned as that hot, wet tongue found her cock. The goblin woman was eager, her hands gripping Red's hips as she took her deep, her throat working around the length of her.

"Oh, fuck," Red breathed, her head falling back. "That's—that's good. You like that, don't you? You like the taste of it?"

The goblin woman moaned in answer, her mouth sliding up and down Red's cock, her tongue tracing the vein on the underside. Red's hips bucked, her hand tangling in the woman's hair, and she let herself feel it—the wet heat, the suction, the desperate hunger in the way she swallowed.

"I'm close," Red warned, her voice rough. "You want me to cum in your mouth, or do you want me to fuck you?"

The goblin woman pulled back, her lips slick with spit, her eyes dark with need. "Fuck me," she said, her voice hoarse. "Fuck me until I can't walk."

Red grinned, sharp and hungry. She pulled the woman to her feet, spun her around, and bent her over a low rock. The goblin woman's cunt was dripping, her folds slick and swollen, and Red didn't waste any time. She sank her cock into her from behind, a single, brutal thrust that made the other woman cry out.

"That's it," Red growled, her hands gripping the goblin woman's hips. "Take it. Take all of it."

She fucked her hard, her hips slapping against the other woman's ass, the sound of it echoing off the cave walls. The goblin woman was keening, her fingers scrabbling at the rock, her cunt clenching around Red's cock with every thrust.

"I'm going to cum," the goblin woman gasped, her voice breaking. "I'm going to—"

"Then cum," Red snarled. "Cum on my cock."

The goblin woman came with a scream, her body convulsing, her cunt milking Red's cock in pulsing waves. Red fucked her through it, her own orgasm building, and when she finally let go, she buried herself deep and came with a guttural growl, her cum flooding the other woman's cunt.

She pulled out, her cock still hard, and turned to the smallest one.

The girl was watching, her yellow eyes wide, her hand frozen between her thighs. She looked like she wanted to run, but her feet wouldn't move.

"Come here," Red said, her voice soft now, almost gentle. "I won't hurt you."

The girl hesitated. Then, slowly, she stepped forward.

Red reached out, her hand cupping the girl's cheek, her thumb brushing over her lower lip. "You're scared," she murmured. "That's okay. I'll be gentle."

The girl's eyes flickered down to Red's cock, still slick with cum, and she swallowed.

"I've never—" she started.

"I know," Red said. "That's why I'll be gentle."

She lowered the girl to the ground, her body covering hers, and she kissed her—slow, soft, nothing like the claiming kiss she'd given the tall one. The girl's lips parted, her body trembling, and Red felt her relax, just a little.

She guided her cock to the girl's entrance, pressing in slowly, letting her adjust. The girl gasped, her fingers digging into Red's shoulders, but she didn't pull away.

"That's it," Red breathed. "You feel that? That's me. I'm inside you."

The girl's cunt was tight, almost painfully so, but Red was patient. She moved slowly, each thrust a careful, deliberate push, and the girl's gasps turned to moans, her body relaxing around her.

"Oh," the girl breathed, her eyes wide. "Oh, that's—that's—"

"Good?" Red asked, her voice a low purr.

The girl nodded, her hips starting to move, meeting Red's thrusts. "More," she whispered. "Please, more."

Red gave her more.

She fucked her slow and deep, each thrust a deliberate, grinding pressure, and the girl came apart beneath her—a soft, gasping orgasm that made her whole body shudder. Red held her through it, her cock buried deep, and when the girl finally went limp, she pulled out and let her cum spill onto the cave floor.

She stood, breathing hard, her body slick with sweat and cum. The goblin women were scattered around her, a tangle of spent limbs and satisfied sighs. The wiry one was still watching from the tunnel mouth, his good eye wide, his mouth hanging open.

Red walked toward him, her cock still hard, and he flinched.

"You," she said, her voice a low command. "You're mine now. All of you are mine. And you're going to take me to whoever else is in this cave."

The wiry one swallowed, his eyes dropping to the floor. "Yes," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, mistress."

Red smiled, slow and satisfied, and followed him into the dark.

The wiry goblin led her through a warren of tunnels that twisted like a gut. Red followed the bobbing torch he'd snatched from the wall, her bare feet reading the stone for loose edges, her body still humming from the three women she'd left spent and gasping in the firelight. Her cock had softened back to its default clit, tucked away, but the slick between her thighs was a constant reminder of how easily victory had come.

Too easily, maybe.

The tunnel opened into a chamber that stopped her cold.

It was bigger than the others, a natural dome with a ceiling lost in shadow. Animal hides covered the floor in overlapping layers, soft and warm underfoot. A brazier burned in the center, casting dancing light across the walls. And on a low platform at the far end sat a goblin unlike any she'd seen.

He was small—smaller than the others—with mottled green skin and ears that twitched constantly, as if they had a life of their own. His patchwork leathers were stitched with shiny trinkets, and his yellow eyes were sharp, calculating, watching her with the patient hunger of something that had learned to wait. He didn't flinch when she entered. He just tilted his head, a slow smile spreading across his jagged-toothed face.

"Well, well," he said, his voice a dry rasp. "The little surface-dweller who's been making a mess of my home."

Red's hand tightened at her side. "You're the one in charge here?"

"Mimic." He spread his hands, a gesture that took in the chamber, the hides, the brazier. "And yes. This is my den. My pack. My territory." His smile sharpened. "And you've been collecting my boys like trinkets."

"They were easy trinkets." Red stepped onto the hides, feeling the softness under her feet. "I'm hoping you're more of a challenge."

Mimic laughed, a dry, rattling sound. "Oh, I'm a challenge, alright. But not the kind you're used to." He rose from the platform, his small body moving with a fluid grace that belied his size. "You think you can just spread your legs and have me drooling like the rest of them?" He shook his head, his ears twitching. "I've been in this game longer than you've been alive, girl."

Red circled him slowly, reading his stance. He wasn't backing up. He wasn't trembling. He was watching her the way she watched her prey—patient, hungry, waiting for the opening.

"Is that right?" she purred, letting her body shift as she moved—hips widening, breasts filling, skin flushing with heat. "Then let's see how long you last."

Mimic's smile didn't waver. "You're going to regret that."

She moved first.

Her body was a weapon, and she used it—closing the distance in a blur, her hands reaching for his shoulders, her mouth finding his. He let her kiss him, let her press him down onto the hides, let her straddle his small body with her thighs. His hands came up, not to push her away, but to grip her hips, and she felt his cock harden against her—small, but thick, already leaking.

"That's it," she breathed against his mouth. "You feel that? You feel how—"

His fingers moved.

Fast. Too fast.

They found her cunt before she could react, two fingers sliding inside her with a practiced ease that made her gasp. He curled them immediately, hooking against the rough patch of flesh inside her, and a bolt of pleasure shot through her so sharp it made her vision white.

"What—"

"You talk too much," Mimic said, his voice calm, almost bored. "You think you're the only one who knows how to play?"

His thumb found her clit, pressing in tight circles, and Red's hips bucked involuntarily. She tried to shift her weight, tried to change the angle, but his fingers were already moving again—pulling out, thrusting back in, hitting that same spot with a precision that made her knees weak.

She was on top of him. She was supposed to be in control.

"You're close already, aren't you?" Mimic said, echoing her own words back at her with a grin. "I can feel you twitching on my fingers. I can feel how wet you are."

Red gritted her teeth. "Shut up."

She reached down, gripping his cock—small but thick, hot in her palm—and gave a sharp stroke. He grunted, but his fingers didn't stop moving. If anything, they moved faster, curling harder, pressing against her g-spot with a relentless pressure that made her thighs tremble.

"Is that all you've got?" he asked, his voice a taunt. "I thought you were supposed to be good at this."

She tightened her grip, stroking him with a twisting motion that made his hips jerk. His breath hitched, but he didn't stop. His thumb circled her clit, faster now, and she felt her own orgasm building—a hot, urgent pressure that she couldn't control.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

She was supposed to make him cum first. That was the rule. That was how this worked.

But his fingers were inside her, hitting her g-spot with every thrust, and she could feel herself climbing, rising, the pleasure coiling tight in her belly.

"You're close," he said, his voice a low growl. "I can feel it. You're going to cum on my fingers, aren't you?"

"No," she gasped, but her body betrayed her. Her hips were moving, grinding against his hand, chasing the pressure. "I'm not—I'm not—"

His fingers curled again, a sharp, deliberate hook, and she cried out, her vision flashing. She was right there, right on the edge, and she couldn't stop it.

But she could feel his cock twitching in her grip, too. He was close as well, his breath coming faster, his hips bucking against her hand.

It was a race.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd been in a race she wasn't sure she'd win.

She shifted her strategy—released his cock, grabbed his wrists, tried to pull his hand away. But he was faster, stronger than he looked, and he rolled her onto her back in a single fluid motion. She was under him now, pinned, his weight on her chest, his fingers still inside her, still curling, still pressing.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his yellow eyes gleaming in the brazier light. "I thought you wanted to play."

Red snarled. "Get off me."

"Make me."

She tried to shift her body, to grow, to expand, but his weight was somehow immovable—and his fingers were relentless. He was hitting her g-spot with every thrust, his thumb grinding against her clit, and she could feel her control slipping, her orgasm rising like a wave she couldn't stop.

Her back arched off the hides, a raw sound tearing from her throat. The wave was cresting, her whole body tightening like a bowstring, and she could feel it—the exact moment before the fall, that breathless instant where nothing existed except the pressure building behind her clit.

Mimic's grin widened. "That's it. Let go. Just let it happen."

And in that moment, Red stopped fighting.

Not her body—her mind. She went limp beneath him, let her hips roll with his fingers instead of against them, and reached down with both hands to grip his small, thick cock. She didn't stroke it. She held it, pressed against her belly, and squeezed with a rhythm she'd learned from a dozen desperate battles: pulse, release, pulse, release, like a heartbeat in her fist.

His rhythm faltered.

"What—"

"You're close too," she breathed, her voice ragged but steady. "I can feel it. You're right there, aren't you?"

His fingers slowed, just a fraction—and that fraction was all she needed.

She bucked her hips, grinding her cunt against his hand, and at the same time squeezed his cock harder, twisting her wrist in a motion that made his whole body jerk. His breath came out in a sharp hiss, and she felt his fingers twitch inside her.

He was losing it.

She could see it in his eyes—that flash of panic, the same panic she'd felt a moment ago. He was close, so close, and he knew it. He tried to speed up, tried to push her over the edge before he went over himself, but his rhythm was broken now, his thumb slipping on her clit, his fingers losing their angle.

"No," he grunted. "No, you—"

"Yes," she said, and she squeezed again, harder, feeling his cock throb in her grip. "Come for me, Mimic. Come on my hand."

He tried to pull his fingers out, tried to end it, but she clamped her thighs around his wrist, trapping him. She could feel her own orgasm still building, still climbing, but she didn't chase it. She held it at the edge, a burning pressure she refused to release, and focused everything on the cock in her hand.

His hips bucked. His eyes went wide. And then he came—a strangled cry ripping from his throat as his cock pulsed in her grip, thick ropes of cum spilling over her fingers and onto her belly. His whole body shuddered, his fingers going slack inside her, and she felt the exact moment the battle ended.

The pleasure drained from his touch like water from a cracked vessel.

Red didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She was still on the edge, her cunt clenching around his now-useless fingers, her clit throbbing with the need she'd been holding back. She grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand against her, grinding against his palm, chasing the release she'd denied herself.

"You lost," she gasped. "You lost, so you have to—you have to—"

Mimic's eyes were glassy, his body still trembling from his orgasm. But his fingers moved, weak and obedient, curling inside her one last time.

And she came.

It hit her like a wave of fire, her whole body convulsing as her cunt clenched around his fingers, her thighs shaking, a cry torn from her throat that echoed off the cavern walls. She rode it out on his hand, grinding against him until the last tremor faded, leaving her breathless and slick with sweat and cum.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Then Mimic let out a shaky laugh. "Well," he said, his voice hoarse. "That's a first."

Red pushed herself up, looking down at him—her goblin, her prize. His yellow eyes were still dazed, his cock softening against his thigh, cum smeared across his belly and hers.

"You almost had me," she admitted, and the words tasted strange on her tongue. She'd never said them before. "Almost."

Mimic's ears twitched. "Almost isn't good enough."

"No," she agreed, and she leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "It's not."

She rose to her feet, her legs unsteady, and looked around the chamber. The hides were a mess. The brazier still burned. And somewhere beyond the tunnel, her new pack was waiting—along with a dark elf who'd been watching her with those violet eyes.

But that was a battle for another day.

Right now, she had a goblin to break in.

Mimic watched her with those sharp yellow eyes as she stood over him, his chest still heaving, his cock softening against his thigh. There was something different in his gaze now—not fear, not defeat, but a calculating gleam that made her pause. He was already working an angle, she could see it, his mind spinning even as his body lay spent.

"You won," he said slowly, the words tasting strange on his tongue. "Fair and square. I'm yours." He pushed himself up on his elbows, his ears twitching. "But you should know something, girl. I've been owned before. Three times, actually. And I've earned my freedom back every single time."

Red's laugh was low and sharp. "Then you know how this works. You'll do what I say, when I say it—and if you manage to make me cum in a one-on-one battle, you get your freedom back. Simple." She crouched down, her face close to his, copper eyes boring into yellow. "But I'm not like your other owners, Mimic. I don't lose."

His grin was jagged and unrepentant. "We'll see."

She reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. "We will. But until then, you're mine. And my first command is this: tell me everything you know about the dark elf who's been watching me." Her thumb traced the line of his jaw. "The one with the violet eyes. What does she want?"