Perhaps a late rescue...?

Sir Eduard entered the clearing quietly, despite his bulk and heavy metal armour. He was a white haired man despite being only in his early middle age, and his fine mustaches were groomed and long. With one hand on the hilt of his sword, he stepped carefully forward.

There had clearly been a struggle here, judging by the broken crates and burned ground. He sniffed the recent smoke, which still hung in the air. What had happened here?

No matter. As a Knight if the Burning Sun it was his job to smite evil and protect the helpless, so he was duty bound to explore.

He carefully approached the massive tree at the centre of the clearing and nodded. This was it, alright - the World Tree, home to the wicked Dark Faery. Sir Eduard had heard countless stories of her evil depravity and had intended to end her rule of the forest by dragging her before the Red Emperor's courts... but judging by the carnage, someone else got there first.

There was the muffled sound of laughter and a sharp "crack!" on the other side of the tree. Sir Eduard frowned. So then; he was not alone, after all. Crouching, his armour creaking, he made his way around the tree to a most surprising sight.

"By Bumblebrek's mighty beard," he breathed.

Despite his surprise, it was quickly clear what was going on. A poor little girl had been captured by goblins and was now bring **** to perform demeaning sexual favours to secure her release. He shook his head - she was no doubt a foolish girl, far too confident in her abilities and rights, and now learning a valuable but humbling lesson. He knew the type.

Despite his righteous anger, he felt his own cock stir slightly. Even from behind, on her knees, slowly performing a blowjob on a goblin, it was obvious that the girl was attractive. Her ass was shaped like a lovely peach and rippled appealingly as she worked, and her waist was slender.

A burst of goblin laughter broke his thoughts, and he angrily banished them. She was just a poor little girl, by Bumblebrek. How must she feel, naked and helpless amongst those leering mobsters? He was a monster himself for blaming her for her current circumstances. Gripping his sword resolutely, he started forward.

The goblins had formed a line, and their attention was on the girl and her work, which was useful. He crept up quietly. Their taunts and catcalls at the poor girl angered him. How dare they mock and humiliate her so? Was it not enough that she was being shamed with a cock in her mouth, that they had to tease her so?

It was only when he was closer that he realised the meaning of the line.

"Those dirty bastards," he breathed. The poor girl was having to make her way down the whole line! By the looks of things she was now up to her fifth goblin - four watched in relaxed satisfaction, trousers up, whilst two more remained with their erect cocks out. Five blowjobs.... no wonder she seemed to be flagging.

Smack!

The girl flinched as a mean looking scarred goblin switched her ass wickedly with a branch.

"Suck faster!" He laughed. "We haven't got all day."

The girl took the order, Sir Eduard noted, her head bobbing ever more determinedly at the goblin's cock with renewed vigour. How scared she must feel, Sir Eduard thought grimly, and how humiliated, to be sucking their dicks like this. He wondered if they had also ravished her, and his eyes fell once more on the scarred goblin. He was clearly their leader - if anyone had taken the poor girl's secret, it would be him.

Sir Eduard was now close enough to strike. He gripped his sword tightly.