The goblin glowers up at you with beady red eyes, spitting curses and insults in her harsh, guttural tongue. “You filthy humie scum,” she snarls. “Thought I had the right target. Should’ve gutted you where you stand.”

You smirk down at her, feeling your heart pounding with adrenaline and lust. The goblin’s lithe curves and pert breasts are barely concealed by her ragged leather armor, and the scent of her musky arousal makes your blood race. “Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart,” you purr, leaning closer to her face. “But I’m not the one you’re looking for. And now… well, let’s just say you pissed off the wrong human today.”

With a savage grin, you start to inflict punishment on the goblin. Your fist slams into her face, knocking loose a tooth and splitting her lip. She howls and struggles beneath you, but you hold her fast with an iron grip. “Give it up, little girl,” you taunt her. “You’re nothing but a weak, pathetic goblin. And now you’re going to pay for your mistake.”

You continue to rain blows upon her, relishing in the sound of flesh colliding with flesh and the sight of her writhing beneath you. Her curses turn to whimpers, and soon she’s reduced to a sobbing, broken mess. “Please,” she begs, her voice thick with tears. “Please, mercy.”

You just laugh and continue your assault, pushing her beyond what she can handle until she’s nothing more than a quivering, submissive mess. And as you finally relent and stand over her, watching her gasp for air and shudder with fear, you know that you’ve asserted your dominance over this foul creature. And you can’t wait to put her through even more punishment.