She's quite the mature lady.

Ignoring the more... prominent assets on her, you can see she's fully clothed in a modest black dress that reaches her ankles, with a deep V cut to further exaggerate her cleavage, wearing a belt loosely around her ample hips which also holds a bottle containing an unknown liquid, gold-colored bands around her wrists, fingers, neck, and small piercings as well as earrings in her long ears. A stereotypical witch's hat adorns the top of her head, the wide brim shading her face and ears. Her hair falls down to her back in curled locks, and along with her eyes and thick lips, is a dark purple color. Whether that's natural or not, you can only guess. Her skin is lime green all over, as expected of her species (males tend to be darker shades). You can't really tell for sure, but she exudes an aura of maturity and wisdom, despite only coming eye-level with your crotch. Probably because even with her face being plump and cute, she has a few tasteful wrinkles around her mouth, cheeks, and eyes to denote her many years of life.

While you still lie on the ground feeling some dull pain in your back, she's the first one of you two to speak.

"OH! I'm terribly sorry, young man! Didn't mean to knock you over... that hard..."

She mutters that last part to herself.

"But you don't stay alive for very long when you're as small as me by taking chances on every stranger who wanders into your home."

Fair enough, you suppose. How someone as well-endowed as her managed to sneak up on you, though, you'll never know.

"So, who do I have the pleasure of making my acquaintance with today, dear?"

She now stands over you, her large breasts almost blocking her face from view at this angle. In one hand, she twirls the knife you had in a sheath on your hip, which she must've swiped during the collision. She observes the shiny metal glint in the sun, although her hand is a bit small for the handle. Guess goblins earned that reputation for nimble fingers easily.

You get up slowly and dust yourself off, now getting a measure of her true height compared to yours. She looks up at you warily but calmly, her big purple eyes observing you as much as you observe her.

You don't really get a chance to say anything before she interjects while putting away your knife in some unseen pouch on her belt. Guess that's hers now.

"You're quite the big fella, aren't you?"

You can't help but notice her eyes look you over... all over. Especially spending some time around your lower half.

"And pray tell, what is a human doing so far from home?"

A question you don't really have an answer to, aside from the simple truth.

"I'm uh... a little bit... lost."

Her ears seem to perk up at those words, despite her face never changing.

"Aw, such a tragedy. To be so scared and alone in this big, bad forest." she says in a mock concerned tone.

The goblin girl starts circling around you slowly as she speaks, getting a good look at you from every angle.

"Well... you are pretty far from where you're supposed to be. And seeing as I'm the only one around here for quite some distance, I might be inclined to give a... helping hand... to such a young, defenseless boy..."

You can't tell what she's thinking, but she smirks to herself and rests her cheek in her hand as she stops to face you. You don't really have any other options right now. You can either take a chance on this goblin, or try to find your way back, alone, in the dark. You run the risk of getting more lost, or even running into another monster, who might not be as inclined to chat as this girl. You consider whether this woman can be trusted on her word. If she wanted money, you don't really have any, nor do you look like you would, and she could've just swiped anything she wanted during your confusion after the hit.

You voice your decision.

"Well, I'd be mighty grateful if you would do that for me, ma'am."

The unknown woman lets out a refined laugh.

"Ha! Ma'am!"

She leans in closer to you, her gigantic breasts now hanging loosely as she nearly presses them into your crotch. You feel a tingling sensation in your groin at this sight.

"Such a gentlemen you are! Yes, my dear boy, I suppose I will help you."

Her smile turns into a grin, one that you don't think you like. She's planning something.

"But... to take such time out of my busy day to help a lost human... it would warrant some reward, no?"

She smiles smugly and looks you in the eyes. You're almost afraid to return her gaze, but she doesn't break eye contact with you.

You knew this wasn't a free ride, but what could you possibly give her that would equal a fair trade?

"I, um... don't have any money on me..."

"Hm? Oh, pshaw, what do I need that paper for anyway, darling? It doesn't even taste good, I'm afraid. No, no use for it."

Then what is she planning?

"The thing I want for compensation is a bit more... of a service, rather than merchandise, you understand?"

"... I don't, really. Can you be more specific... please?" you answer uneasily.

"It's simple, darling. I return you to your little home in the village, and in exchange..."

She pokes your stomach with her finger, dangerously close to touching your slowly hardening dick.

"... you'll help me start a family."

...

Did you hear her right?

"I, uh... what?"

"A family, darling. You know, kids. Little versions of you and me running around the forest. Sounds nice, doesn't it?"

You can barely even comprehend the words you're hearing as she stares up at you, expecting some sort of answer that you're not prepared to give. You really don't think she's joking as her finger traces further down your belly until she's poking your penis directly over pants, still looking you in the eyes with a growing grin.

You try to find words, with half your thoughts currently occupying your dick.

"U-Um... I don't..."

She stills look up at you, your cheeks growing warmer as you squirm under her light touch. Hard to believe someone so small could have total physical control over you, and grind your thoughts to a halt.

"Yes, dear? I suppose I could at least get you back to the trail into town, if you really don't want to help out an old lady like me. The truth is, I'm not getting any younger, and you have no idea how hard it is to find another male anywhere near here, much less a fertile one. But you... mmmm... you smell quite strong."

She pushes her face into your crotch and takes a big whiff, not caring for the concept of "personal space" with a stranger she just met. Your brain is flooding with hormones right now, probably twice as much as normal, since you've never even had sex before. And having baby-making sex with a goblin girl is quite a big first step.

"Do you think I just found you by accident? Goblins have a keen sense of smell and hearing. I could almost feel your balls churning from the other side of the woods. You're lucky I found you first, if anything."

Your legs, or maybe some small parts of your brain that still has rational thoughts, try to instinctively make you back up from her, but she follows in-step with you, placing one tiny foot where yours once were, for several steps.

This game of footsies ends with you tumbling over. Again. She lands on top of you, still maintaining eye contact while she knocks the air out of you with her mass. She probably wouldn't weigh too much, if not for her body seemingly being made to serve as a baby factory. One that hasn't been in service for many years, if ever.

You see now that there isn't much choice in the matter. The look in her eyes has only gotten more lustful. If anything, she hasn't had this much physical contact in her whole life, yet she's clearly dominating you because she somehow knows how to poke every single button you have.

The unnamed woman plants her elbows on your chest, her head resting on her wrist, legs gently swinging up in the air, just casually relaxing on you like a sofa. Her dress falls down as she slowly kicks her legs up, revealing the amount of thickness on her calves.

Weighing your options, you don't see any other answer than to give this woman what she wants, and impregnate her. If you refuse, she might just capitulate and lead you back to town like you said, empty handed.

Or she might just **** you here and now, and take what she wants.

She still waits for an answer, a smug look on her face, her breasts rising with your breath as they lie on your chest. You could swear you can almost see her nipples from this angle.