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As he wailtched her tension rising, her impulses to be treated like an Oni wife/spoil of war making her slit flow its nectar more and more, he wsnapper the whip, the arcane lash twisting and bending impossibly around her body to wrap the binding around her male parts, constricting around her base and her ball tightly, strangling her male half as he stepped up. He grabbed her by her horns, driving her forward, pushing her face onto the dirt as she felt her new mates spear started to drive into her womanhood, intent on trying to fuck her into submission as he has to other, less Stamina filled Raves. But in the end, she would get her fill, perhaps even feel sweet bruises on her body abd know that she has found a worthy male...for an elf, to make her feel the new, sweet submissive feelings of being beaten and milking her new chiefs balls like a proper bride. Even if she was to be last in the lot, she would likely get her new Beau to make up for any Goblin distractions by rewarding her with his attention.