Frantic arguing and three plans

After a good few minutes of arguing, you slowly manage to take charge of the conversation. “They literally said they were taking Dew down to the convent” you remark, “we have to go and rescue her.”

“The we might be a problem there, lad” Akvi sighs, “the only ones here who can wield a weapon are you and Nina, and well…”

“What do you mean ‘and well!?” the catgirl angrily asks, “I am an accomplished swordswoman!”

A collective sigh arises from the assembled women. “Jog around the courtroom, Nina,” Fiorella says, waving the catgirl off, “go on.” Nina looks confused, but follows the command.

About fifteen seconds later, she collapses to the ground, with a cry, gripping her calf. “FUCK!” she hisses, “cramp!” She slowly rises to her feet, hobbling back to the group as her claws curl up in pain. “Don’t know, agh, why that happened.”

“My girl, don’t think we don’t know how hard Alfred fucked you” Xana snaps, “you limped into the courtroom, dragging your sword behind you. The stupid oversized thing is probably blunted.”

Nina turns bright scarlet at the accusation, giving you a sheepish look. “I wasn’t really limping” she tries to argue, “more staggering, really.” Xana and Fiorella don’t listen, instead turning to you.

“So” Fiorella remarks, the aristocratic woman gesturing to your sword, “how did you come by such a fearsome weapon?”

“Um” you nervously remark, “I…was taking a late night walk, and I stumbled across this sword. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I took it home.” You stumble over your explanation, not wanting to admit you stole the sword.

Somewhat predictably, Fiorella sees right through your half-baked lie. “Believable enough” she remarks, “but you’ll need to work on your delivery when explaining that to the town.”

“Right” you respond, steeling yourself as you try and turn the conversation back to the ****. “So, I have to go in there alone, defeat two or three people in open battle, and stop them from harming Dew. Any ideas how?”

“We’ll go over the plans together, we will get my daughter back” Xana says firmly. “Akvi, don’t you have a map of the abbey in the library somewhere?”

“Ah, yes I do” says the dwarf woman, distracted by the sideways glances she’s been giving to Leni and Kachi, the two goblin sisters completely unperturbed by the commotion as they continue their Sapphic ****. “Should we…maybe do something about those two?”

Xana’s eye glints. “I have a suggestion…”

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Half an hour later, the six of you are gathered around a map on Akvi’s kitchen table. Four people standing up, two goblins strapped to your chest, upside-down as they eagerly lick and make out around your cock. Hey, it will only delay their recovery by an extra week.

“Essentially, there are three possible ways to get into the abbey” Nina explains, “each of them has ups and downs.”

You nod. “Well, what are they?”

Nina points to the large gate at the front. “You could burst in through the front door. There’s nothing in the abbey that could barricade it at such short notice, and the lock isn’t strong.”

“Interesting” you reply, “it cuts down on on variables, but that goes for them as well as me.”

“They’ll probably be holding Dew near the back as well” Nina says, “so you wouldn’t be able to rescue her till after you defeat them.”

Leni licks your cockhead as you go over the details. “And option 2?”

“Well!” Xana exclaims, “our dear nuns haven’t been trimming the plants at their abbey’s back wall. There’s a tree growing there, and you’d be able to use it to get over the wall.”

“What’s the catch?”

“To get anywhere from there, you have to crawl along a large patch of exposed roof” Nina interjects, “if any of them were at the windows, they’d see you, and you’d be in no real position to fight back.”

“Dicey” you remark, going over the concept in your head as Kachi places a sloppy kiss on your shaft. “The third option…?”

“The most time-consuming, and the one requiring the most precision.” Fiorella remarks, reaching out with a silk-gloved hand to direct your penis towards the faces of the goblin sisters. “Either Jeanette or Helga will have to leave eventually, to get supplies and water. They’ll sneak out at night, and you’ll have to track them down and take them prisoner. That way, we both have a hostage.”

With a sigh, you stop holding back and cum, letting your seed spray out over the eager and delighted goblin sluts. As you do, a great cloud is lifted from your mind as you suddenly decide which plan to follow.