Arman was lost.
The knight swung about his torch, the burning glow flickering off the ancient stonework.
He scowled. He was no expert, but the tunnel looked much older than the old fort above, and goblins weren’t exactly known for their architectural talents.
"Blast," he murmured, moving forward once more, sword in his other hand, shield slung across his back.
His boots clanked despite his best efforts for stealth, the torchlight flickering over inscriptions and strange figures worked into the walls.
Words and symbols he hadn’t a prayer to decipher. The place disturbed him more than he wanted to admit, especially since he had neither of his regular companions.
He could only pray Dinah was okay. The lovely priestess was so delicate and fair. Who knew what monstrosities would be inflicted on her by the denizens of these tunnels?
The mere thought made him shudder and his grip tighten on his blade.
No. So long as he lived, she would not be subjected to such indignities.
Arman straightened at the faint sound ahead. Voices. And not the guttural snarls of the goblin tongue. Human voices.
Arman extinguished his torch with a breath as he moved forward, the smoke trailing in his wake.
As his eyes adjusted, he made out something new. A dim glow ahead, coming from a door worked into the side of the passage. Women’s voices, Arman realized with a start. The village girls!
Forcing himself not to rush ahead, Arman nonetheless quickened his pace, careful to make as little sound as possible. Not that it was likely to matter.
The noise coming from the room dwarfed anything he was doing. Cries and voices and the sharp notes of music rang from the chamber.
Arman pressed against the wall, inching the last few feet, and stole a quick look inside.
Cushions had been arranged around the middle of the room. Nice cushions too. And so were the drapes that hung about the walls.
Three women were within, and Arman realized he had found the village girls.
One was resting against some cushions and playing an instrument. Badly. But Arman had no time for acoustic critique, for his attention was quite riveted to the fact another village girl was currently on the floor, moaning, clutching at a short, green goblin between her legs as he plunged his cock into her.
"Ooooh! Ooooh fuuuuuck!" the girl moaned, pigtails swaying as she rode the goblin’s shaft, the runty monster groaning eagerly, his jaw slack, spittle drooling as he frantically rutted his warty cock into the girl.
Arman’s jaw dropped, then slammed shut as he felt righteous anger surge through him. His hand gripped his sword tight, and with a shout, he leapt into the room.
The two other women froze, staring as Arman burst through the door in a shower of splinters.
The goblin’s head whirled around in shock, but hadn’t time to react before the knight’s hilt cracked him between the eyes. The runty greenskin went down, his head flopping between the village girl’s breasts, utterly unconscious.
Panting, the woman who was being fucked looked at the insensate goblin, then Arman.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" she demanded.
The triumphant grin Arman had been sporting fell. "Um... I was... saving you?" he said.
"You idiot! I was so close to cumming!" She grabbed the goblin’s head and lifted it, watching as his eyes rolled back like a magic eight ball. "Dammit!" she groaned, dropping the goblin to the side.
The girl playing the instrument strummed an angry note. Plump compared to the other two, her face crinkled in a scowl.
A third girl, beautiful and fair-haired, quietly sat beside her, munching on some sort of fruit and looking dully at the unconscious goblin.
"I didn’t get my turn," the girl with the fruit sighed.
"He wasn’t as good as Poori, anyway," the plump girl said.
"Shut uuuup! He was fine," said the pigtailed girl, pushing the plump one’s arm. "You just like it when the goblins do all the work. I like to give them a ride."
"Maybe I can have my turn still while he’s asleep," the girl with the fruit mused, crouching over the goblin and raising her ragged slip dress over her slender legs and hips.
Arman cleared his throat. "Young ladies," he declared. "Please! I know your experience has been a terrible one, but it is at an end! I am Arman! Of the Red Claws, and I have to_"
"Oh my gaaaaawd. Shut up," the plump girl groaned.
"Ugh, I know. Seriously?" the pigtailed girl scoffed. "Can you believe him?"
"Awwwww," said the pretty girl, no longer holding a fruit as she knelt atop the unconscious goblin. "He’s all soft now. It won’t go in."
Arman stared at the trio, uncomprehending. "I ah... You... Your families sent me to bring you back to the village. To... save you from the rapacious goblins? Which one of you is Penny?"
"I’m Penny," said the girl trying to fuck the goblin. She groaned with disappointment and finally gave up, dropping her dress back down over her hips as she rose to her feet.
"I’m Polly," the plump girl said.
"Good, good," Arman said, nodding with encouragement. "And Patty?"
"Me," the pigtails girl said, giving his chest a shove, which was about as effective as trying to push the wall. "You stupid idiot! We didn’t want t’ be rescued yet. Maybe in a couple days, but we was having fun."
"Fun?" Arman said, brow furrowing. "But... you were kidnapped."
"Well, yeah," Penny said. "But I mean, how often, ya know, do you get to fuck a goblin. Huh? I mean, right?"
"Whatever," Polly said, scoffing, and crossing her arms. "Like I care. They can bust a nut in me as much as I want. I always make sure they fuck me on my back. You can’t get pregnant that way. Everyone knows that."
"Huh?" Penny said, looking up at her. "But I let them fuck me all the ways."
"Uh, yeah. Because you’re a slut," Patty said.
"Hey! You can’t call me that. I’m not a slut."
"Yeah you are."
"You’re just jealous because the chief was tooootally making eyes at me. He for sure wants to keep me. You’re just jealous."
Arman stared at them, realization slowly dawning on him. Dear gods, he thought in awe. They’re dumb. Not just dumb. Fucking dumb. Algae was smarter than these three.
But stupidity was no excuse to be abandoned. In fact, it demanded he rescue them all the more. Arman straightened, putting on his sternest expression.
"Enough!" he barked, quieting the trio in surprise. "You have all been kidnapped, and I am saving you, whether you like it or not! The goblins don’t want you for fun. They want you as breeding slaves! To plug you full of goblin pups! Now, you are all going to be rescued, and like it! Or do you want to stay down here and be a goblin’s fuck toy forever?"
Patty blew out a breath, crossing her arms with a pout. "Fiiiiiine," she said.
"I guess not," Polly sighed.
"I kinda want to..." Penny said.
"No! You are going to be rescued and returned to your families, grow up, get married, and live a peaceful life to a ripe old age. Got it? Good!" Arman barked again, his head throbbing like he’d been beating it against the wall. "Now listen! There are a lot more goblins down here than just that one. We need to get moving. Do you know which way leads out of here?"
"That way," Patty said, pointing to a ramshackle door. "That was how they brought us down here."
"No, that’s to the guard bunks," Polly said. "The way out is that way."
She indicated a much older seeming door made from blackened wood and with strange carvings on its surface.
"We could wait until Yoobi wakes up and ask him," Penny said, looking down at the unconscious goblin and teasing her finger against her lip longingly.
Arman spoke a silent prayer to the gods to give him strength, pointed a finger at the black door, and said, "We’ll go that way!"
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