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"So instead of keeping them in me, they can hatch inside yours too?" Lyssandra asked, tilting her head toward Morgana.
"They could," Morgana answered, her voice softer.
"But I usually leave them outside to keep my body light for the hunt. If I carry our children within, my combat effectiveness will suffer."
Lyssandra considered this for a moment before glancing around their safe surroundings.
"Since we have no reason to fight anytime soon, keep them inside you. That speeds up the hatching process, right?"
"Yes, they will hatch in a week if kept within me," Morgana confirmed.
"Also, I want you to teach me how to use [Web Shooting]," Lyssandra inquired as she fixed her outfits.
"I understand the basics, but I want to master more intricate patterns from you."
Morgana looked at her with a warm, motherly gaze, her devotion clear.
"Anything for you, my Master. I will teach you every secret I possess."
A short time has passed.
"Can you let me down now?" Lyssandra groaned.
Her body hung in midair, bound by webbing.
The silk strands wrapped around her limbs in an intricate, suffocating web, mimicking the precision of shibari.
Thick, glistening cords crisscrossed over her breasts, pulling the flesh upward and forcing her nipples to peak sharply against the sticky fibers.
The webbing dove lower, slicing into the softness of her waist and thighs with agonizing tightness.
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"Almost there, Master, just one more touch for this," Morgana giggled, her fingers tracing the final strands.
Her last webbing wrapped tightly around Lyssandra, securing her in place.
Morgana admired her handiwork, her body vibrating with joy as she squealed like a mother seeing her child for the first time.
"You are so pretty!!!"
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"Not what I wanted," she groaned, as Morgana helped her down.
"But still, it's a good example."
After the lessons - both alluring and professional ones with Morgana, Lyssandra gained a few insights into the [Web Shooting] skill.
She learned the precise movements and angles, the delicate balance of tension and release required to send her silk spiraling through the air like a venomous strike.
She saw the power of control, the artistry in every thread she wove.
Lyssandra bid farewell to Morgana but her mind still reeling from the sensual binds.
As she returned to the construction site, her gaze was immediately drawn to the sight before her.
A perfect line of a dozen log houses stood complete, each one meticulously crafted from freshly-cut lumber.
Their doors hung straight, their windows clear and clean.
"I can't believe they finished all these houses in such a short time!" Lyssandra's jaw dropped in astonishment, her eyes scanning the scene with newfound appreciation.
The sight of such disciplined, organized labor was almost exhilarating.
A swift goblin darted over to her, its beady eyes shining with pride.
"It has been completed, Great One! We finished all twelve homes in just a few hours. Do you require anything else?"
Lyssandra stroked her chin thoughtfully.
"I will need your help with my own house eventually, but right now, finish the remaining buildings first. I will supervise its construction myself."
The goblin bowed respectfully before scurrying off.
Lyssandra couldn't help but let out a delighted laugh as she threw her arms wide, taking in the whole scene.
"Truly, I'm amazed by their speed and precision!
With goblins like this, modern civilization isn't just a dream anymore."
The smell of freshly sawn wood and the sound of eager hammering filled the air as the little monsters scurried to and fro.
The thought of her future home, carefully crafted by these skilled hands, sent a thrill through her body.
The midday meal passed in a blur, or maybe it was an evening banquet, as time seemed meaningless within the suffocating depths of the dungeon.
The constant gloom and dim lighting made it impossible to distinguish between morning and night, yet the hunger in her belly dictated her actions.
Lyssandra took a slow stroll through the camp, observing the goings-on within the newly established settlement.
She noticed a huddled mass of green-skinned figures clustered around the central clearing.
Curiosity piqued, she wove her way through the throng.
"Is it time?"
A hobgoblin squatted on a pile of crates asked, while a smaller, swift goblin perched on its shoulder to get a better view.
"Yes, I think so, but move closer. I can't see a damn thing from here," the swift goblin grumbled, tugging the larger one's hair impatiently.
"Hey, what is going on here?" Lyssandra queried, her voice carrying over the excited murmurs of the crowd.
Both goblins turned to face her, their expressions shifting from boredom to reverence in an instant.
"Great One!" they shouted in unison, bowing deeply until their foreheads touched the dirt ground.
Seeing their reaction, the surrounding crowd knelt in a wave of respect, creating a circle of open space.
Lyssandra held up a hand to halt the pandemonium and waited for answers.
"Today is the day new goblins arrive," the swift goblin explained, its voice trembling slightly with anticipation.
Lyssandra blinked, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion.
"New goblins? Do your kind not breed through copulation as the rest of us?" she wondered aloud, gesturing vaguely to the group.
"That is one way, Great One, but normally it is much faster for them to simply manifest from thin air," the swift goblin replied, looking at her as if she were a naive child.
"What? You mean goblins just… appear from nothing?" Lyssandra asked, dumbfounded by the sheer absurdity of the claim.
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