The kitchen was an absolute mess, but Dink ignored that. He was preoccupied with the wet fabric of Martha and Tahlea's shirts.

I can see both pairs of breasts perfectly outlined through their tops. Fate is truly testing me today. I can count myself fortunate that Estra walked in when she did. Seeing women as attractive as these so vulnerable requires all of my self-control not to pounce on them. Regardless of my current audience.

Curse these Goblin urges, it's no wonder my mana is so chaotic. I'll never be able to even reach the level of a novice Attuned at this rate. Without my discipline accumulated from a lifetime of swordsmanship, I'd be little more than a mindless beast acting upon my carnal urges.

I feel like I'm on the verge of understanding something. Those spores from the mushroom have the opposite effect on me than anyone else. As if my thoughts become clearer and sharper…

Dink's thoughts were interrupted by a slap across the face, sending a shockwave of colour through his vision. He rubbed at the welt quickly forming, blinking his eyes back into focus.

Directly in front of him was the impressive heaving chest of Estra. His eyes drank in the sight of her enticing cleavage as they slowly drifted up. Finally resting at a stop on her gorgeous Elven features.

"Can't you control yourself for one second? Why do you always have to lose yourself like an animal every time you see a pair of tits? I can feel your lustful desires fogging up our bond, overwhelming me. It's not fair that I must endure them without any outlet for my own," Estra complained, her eyes filling with tears.

"On that, we agree. You can't fathom how deeply I detest these vulgar compulsions. They've rendered me impotent in ways you can't imagine. I was the greatest swordsman to be seen in ten generations. Now, I can't even harness the mana required to move a blade of grass. Something taught to novice Attuned to help them gain focus of their internal mana," Dink bitterly said.

"Would you two just get a room," Martha complained. Dink could feel her words cause fury to rise within Estra through the bond.

Estra reached out and savagely gripped Martha's hair, pulling her to her feet. Martha grimaced against the pain while Tahlea let out a yelp of protest at her lap pillow being removed. Martha clutched at Estra's wrist, attempting to use her superior stature to overpower her.

"Uh…" Dink started to speak while helping Tahlea weakly sit upright but was interrupted by the feeling of mana being gathered.

"We might just do that. Since you both like each other so much, you can come with us," Estra said, placing her fingertip gently against Martha's throat.

Tendrils of light reached out to pluck up various metal objects scattered over the kitchen floor. The metal distorted shape as it travelled across the room, stretching to become thin and delicate. The metal wrapped around Martha's neck, forming a seamless collar of shimmering steel.

"Let go of me!" Martha shouted, her expression becoming panicked.

A pair of rods twisting in the air lashed out, attaching themselves to her wrists, morphing into a pair of solid cuffs. They flared bright with light that caused the natural lighting of the kitchen to pale in comparison. Immediately after, her arms were wrenched helplessly behind her back.

The remaining floating rods of metal rippled like liquid, splitting apart and locking together to form intricate chains, binding Martha's new collar to her wrists. Estra was staring at Martha's large chest coldly as the final piece of metal turned into a chain leading from the collar into her hand.

"No, I don't think I will. I have the perfect thing for a bitch in heat, such as yourself. You're going to love it. Come with me," Estra firmly commanded.

The onlookers could no longer restrain themselves. Miners surged forward into the kitchen through the broken door, only to be intercepted by Axion blocking the way. He stood unperturbed in front of the angered crowd with his arms folded across his chest.

Gorg climbed to his feet with a murderous expression, thinking to ambush Axion from behind. Dink's amused laughter alerted Axion, who glanced over his shoulder. Upon seeing the large man, the mana tattoos scrawled across his chest flared into life. Gorg audibly gulped in fear as he backed down under Axion's indifferent stare.

"What are you laughing at, Master. These slaves are in need of discipline. I've been naughty," Estra said, parting her lips to seductively lick across her teeth. She playfully teased out the title she addressed Dink by in private.

She held strong eye contact with Dink as she slowly dragged Martha by her collar. After seeing the look on Estra's face, Martha blushed, no longer struggling. She followed obediently from the room, glancing back at Dink with a mischievous look of her own. Involuntarily, Dink felt compelled to follow after the pair.

He puffed out his chest as he walked under the glares of the cowed miners, grinning wickedly. Seeing Dink behind her, Lady Estra turned forward, placing the delicate chain over her shoulder. A man stepped from the crowd to confront her. It was the Innkeeper, Martha's father.

"Unhand my daughter and leave this premise at once. I don't care who you might be, but you are no longer welcome at this establishment!" The Innkeeper angrily stated.

"Father, be quiet! This doesn't concern you. I'm a grown woman that can make my own choices and I want to go with them. It's time your little Martha gets to see the world," Martha declared.

"Hold on. Who said anything about you coming with us?" Dink interrupted.

"I belong to you now and only you. My love for you runs as deep as the ocean, my prince charming," Martha cooed.

"I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding here. I'm no one's idea of prince charming," Dink objected, holding his hands out placatingly. He glanced around the common room looking for an exit.

The way back to the kitchen was blocked by the crowd, but the way to the front door was unimpeded. He made to flee in that direction. Before he could take a single step, Estra intercepted him. She had a menacing smile on her face as she playfully clucked her tongue.

"Where do you think you're going, Master. You haven't punished us yet, has he?" Lady Estra said, tugging at Martha's lead.

"No. No, he hasn't. I've been such a bad girl, getting my clothes all wet," Martha added, a sly smirk on her face.

"We need some privacy for that. Unless, of course, you want everyone in the street to watch, Master?" Lady Estra said, dramatically placing her hand under her chin in thought.

Dink gulped, his Goblin urges were struggling to take control. He felt his iron will falter as he stepped forward, his expression forming a menacing grin.

"It would be awfully lapse of me if I allowed my pets to behave wantonly in public. I had best address that behaviour now before it gets out of hand," Dink said.

He walked between the women, reaching the base of the stairs. He climbed a few steps, turning to survey the crowd. He searched through the gathered miners until he found the one he was looking for. Making eye contact with Gorg, he smirked victoriously. The large man could only hatefully glare as he watched the Goblin lead his woman upstairs.