For the next hour and a half, Altair, Ren, Leonie, Laros, and Olivia had washed their blades with so much lifeblood it seemed as though they could drown in it. The Drove of Estelle had been occupied by the military for eons, forcing goblins to copulate in whatever they deemed fit for the filthy beast. And with the gestation of goblins being a mere week or two, they needed only wait a month or week at the most for their population to regrow.
'Rapers,' Borris often called goblins when covering their biology due to their lustful tenancy towards anything female; goblins were bound to mount and fuck, a slave to sanguine lust. Be it dogs, horses, or their kin. They never held back.
And neither did Leonie or Olivia as they laid waste to dozens, running them through without a hint of remorse.