Leave with your loot

As much as you've immensely enjoyed yourself here, you have little interest in staying to boss over a bunch of goblins shacked up in the bottom corner of a cave. Besides, if things go south or you change your mind, you could always just come back and reassert your dominance. You quietly make your exit back into the maze and pick a path to move on with, your pack heavier with some solid treasure and your mind swimming with fantasies of more easy caches down the road to make you fabulously rich when you come back out with them.

You're a good ten minutes down a wide, empty tunnel going deeper into the labyrinth, keeping a leisurely pace now that there's no immediate threats,when you hear rapid footfalls and a sharp voice calling out behind you.

You turn and tense for whatever's coming, only to relax in bemusement when the goblin slut you slept with rounds the corner.

She stops running when she sees you, and takes a moment to catch her breath before trotting up the rest of the distance to stand before you. You'd rather have avoided having to deal with this.

"Go back," you say to her as clearly and simply as you can, making 'shooing' motions with your hands, "I don't feel like being your king. I'm going to keep moving deeper to find treasure, then return to the outside for some better living. You and your tribe can just learn to organize yourselves with no ogre anymore."

"I understand," the goblinette says, catching you off guard with her grasp of your language, as well as the sensual throatiness of her voice, "tribe not try to keep Kinga if he not want to rule. They find own way, now that dreck ogre is dead. I not come for that."

"You are strong Man, to kill ogre. Good at fighting, good at fucking," she smirks, eyes glittering lustily as her voice becomes even huskier, "Such large cock, thick cum. When I woke and saw you leave with ogre hoard, I felt need to follow. Such strong Man needs..." she's sidled up to you without you even noticing, her fingers tracing alluringly across your crotch, "companionship."

"I leave tribe to come with you; we find treasure together, we go outside together, we have 'better living' together," she states, backing off and speaking more authoritatively, "you want me, I sure, I be useful for many things."

"I am Una, you still my Kinga, even if not tribe Kinga. So?" she inquires, looking up at you, "You make me yours?"

You take a few minutes to ruminate on her proposition as you look over the goblin slut, Una, with a new perspective.

She's pretty much exactly what you'd imagine if told to picture "goblin woman" while unbelievably horny: light green skin, sharp facial features, and as stacked as she is short. She's put on a short, strapless dress of plain black fabric that clings tightly to her curves, making her breasts, hips, and ass, already large on her frame, pop all the more.

Her flyaway, sable hair is cut to roughly chin length and frames her deeply angular face that resembles a drawing of some erotic theatre villainess. Her dark green eyes are intense and sly, the look in them enhanced by her high and sharp cheekbones. Her nose is aquiline and defined, but only enhances her exotic charms, what your grandpa would refer to as a "Cleopatra" nose. Her ears are similarly protuberant, sticking out of her hair similarly to an elf's, not as long or thin, but still coming to a triangular point. Even her chin is softly pointed, and the smirk that tugs on her arched, pouty lips causes her oddly prominent and sharp canine teeth to poke out.

She's also not quite as short as the old stories say, you note, being only about two or three inches under four feet tall standing up, putting the top of her head just a little above the bottom of your ribs, but it's not as **** a size difference as it could have been, and everything still fits alright, as you proved just a short while earlier.

Your pants grow tighter at the memory, and you try to start wrapping your 'inspection' up; she's a little more well-built than you'd initially assumed, with lean arms, a trim waist, and stong thighs and calves. She wears leather sandals that are kept tightly secured with buckled straps, and a thin belt of corded leather is looped around her waist, to which are secured a small satchel and a pair of knives. The way she holds herself gives off an air of sultry confidence that completes the whole image.

All in all, Una is giving a fine presentation of herself, and given that she was able to wake and observe you leave with the ogre's plunder, then follow after you for over half a mile, all without getting caught or running into trouble, she certainly looks set to be a far better traveling companion than initial presumptions about goblins would have had you expect.

Still, will she be able to hold her own in the caverns far beyond her people's territory? Can you count on her to be a reliable ally? Goblins have an unfair rap, you see that know, but you've got too little first hand experience to not be leery about the possibility of treachery.

"You take me, yes or no?" Una asks, having evidently gotten tired waiting out your deliberations, "I swear to obey and serve you, to fight or to fuck or to do any task you wish, all I want is to join you, fine?"

Oh yeah, she'd also be freely available pussy on top of everything else an adventuring partner or lackey does. She also seems very, and genuinely, eager about following you. All in all, she seems like a one-in-a-million catch that's all but leaping into your boat. Plenty of reasons to go with it, and few to turn it down. But it's still a decision, and you still have yet to actually make it.