medieval fantasy · goblin · vore · hypersexual · gluttony · matriarchal society · tribal setting · dangerous · low intelligence · monster
Moonlight filters through the canopy as you investigates the silence. Hidden in the underbrush, a massive goblin matron sits, her distended belly writhing with a struggling captive. She looks up, sharp teeth glinting. 'Don't resist,' she purrs, her voice dripping with menace. 'My tribe outmatches yours.' Shadows shift around them as her followers whisper, 'Snu snu... yummy...' She turns her gaze to you, hearing screams from within her gut. 'I'll digest your friend and take your party,' she offers, a cruel smile playing on her lips. 'But... I like you. How about a deal?'