A frontal is suicide, but an attack from the rear...

You weigh your options and realize that you cannot stand against the combination of the archer's long range **** thinning the ranks of those charging and the warrior's blade cutting down the few that do make it through the arrows. No, running in headlong would be tantamount to suicide. So you must find a way to attack them from behind at their weakest point, the gnomish rogue who is doing little more than finishing off those who still squirm and writhe on the ground.

You look around yourself and decide the best thing to do is hide yourself among the bodies of your fallen brethren, diving down into the gore and still bodies of those who'd fallen to arrows before getting close to the heroes and painting yourself in their blood. You camouflage yourself in the dead and then go still, laying in wait for the party of heroes to pass.

The group gets closer and closer and, eventually, they are atop you, stepping around you and over you to move forward. You watch them through slitted eyes as the warrior and archer move forward with the priestess close behind. The rogue, however, trails a bit behind as she drives her daggers into still living servants of the master on the ground to finish them off and picks up random shiny trinkets any of the fallen have on them.

It is when she comes to your pile of bodies and starts to reach towards you that you strike, reaching out with swiftness to grab her by the wrist and drag her down into the pile of the dead. You bring your club up and, before she can so much as speak, you strike her hard on the back of the head and knock her out. All of this happens in the space of a few seconds and so quickly that the remaining heroes don't even notice their diminutive ally is missing. They keep moving forward and, eventually, they turn a corner and are out of sight.

This leaves you with the **** gnome as you rise up from the dead bodies you hid yourself among and look down at the young female. She is still breathing, but her eyes are closed and her hood has fallen away from her face. She is probably attractive by gnomish standards, her features rounded and lips full. You reach down and bring one of your fingertips to her cheek and find her skin softer and smoother than your own.

Curious as this is your first time seeing a gnome, you continue your exploration, your hands trailing down over her body to her surprisingly ample chest. Well, ample for her size. In comparison to a human or elf, she was probably of medium size, but for a gnome and goblin, her breasts were full and heavy and easily filled your hand as you grasp one and squeeze.

She gives a soft squeaky groan at that, but remains **** as you continue to explore her body, sliding your hands down to her rounded hips and soft bottom. You reach around to her ass and squeeze again, finding the flesh there soft and yielding to your grip. Again, she gives a sound in response to your touch, but does not wake.

It is then that you realize your breeches feel painfully tight and, as you look down at yourself, you see a large bulge at your crotch as your cock had begun to harden in response to you feeling up the gnome. You know, instinctively, what that means and what you want, but you wonder if this is right. Not whether it is right to satisfy your lusts on an **** gnome as, being a hero and an enemy of the master, she should be happy to be used in such a way instead of killed outright, but whether it is right to shirk your duty to the master and instead focus on your own desires.