Entertainment

The gravity of the situation began to sink in as Kefla's demands became clear. Kefla wanted you and the captive girl to engage in an intimate act in front of the entire village, a spectacle that would shock and deter even the most depraved individuals. The thought of performing such an act in front of a crowd of goblins, with their jeers and cheers echoing in your ears, was absurd and distressing.

Your mind raced, desperately searching for a solution. You recalled past encounters with temptations, those who had tried to sway you from your path of training and self-improvement. Perhaps they could have prepared you for this unfortunate turn of events. But dwelling on that now would serve no purpose. You needed to focus on the present.

It dawned on you that, amidst your own concerns, you had overlooked the girl's suffering. The indignity of her captivity and the degrading situation weighed heavily on your conscience. Suppressing your anger, you maintained control, understanding that losing composure could lead to even direr consequences.

"Great Chief Kefla, I appreciate the offer of freedom, but I cannot carry out such an act with this girl," you spoke, gesturing towards the captive beside Kefla. "As a noble warrior, it would bring great shame upon my house to accept such an offer, even from someone of your stature."

Kefla's curiosity was piqued. "You come from a renowned human clan of warriors?"

"Yes, I belong to a prestigious House celebrated for our leadership, tactical prowess, and the great heroes we have produced."

"Ah, so you aspire to become one of those heroes, I presume?"

You nodded, eager to seize the opportunity to share tales of your noble lineage, even if it meant addressing a goblin audience. "Indeed, I strive to bring honor and glory to my house by safeguarding the land and serving the people."

Kefla's gaze narrowed, focusing on your dedication. "So you would fight to secure this girl's freedom?"

"Yes, I would," you affirmed, though a chill ran down your spine at the thought of confronting Kefla once more. Nevertheless, your response remained genuine.

"You would put your life at risk for a girl you have never met?"

You hesitated, contemplating the weight of your words. "Yes, for that is what heroes do!" Pride swelled within you as you spoke, unyielding in your conviction, despite the dire circumstances.

"So you would fight and potentially sacrifice yourself for this girl... but you refuse to engage in this act to save her?" Kefla's lips curled into a sinister grin.

Your words stumbled as you attempted to respond. "Well, I couldn't. That's not an act of heroism. She shouldn't be subjected to such a ****, degrading act, even if it is supposedly for her benefit."

A sly smile played upon Kefla's face. "I had thought a hero would do anything to rescue someone in distress, especially one as beautiful as this young lady. What if we leave the choice to her?" Kefla turned to the girl and fixated a piercing gaze upon her. "Should our valiant hero grant you freedom by engaging in this act, here, for all to witness?"

A surge of embarrassment flushed your face, desperately hoping they interpreted it as anger rather than sheer humiliation.

The girl turned to you, her eyes meeting yours, and nodded with a newfound voice. "Yes, I wish for you to save me from this wretched place, brave warrior."

Shock enveloped you, rendering you speechless. "You... You would?"

Kefla's voice broke the momentary silence. "So, what will you do, hero? Answer now,

You were taken aback by the girl's resolute decision, realizing the depth of her desperation to escape this wretched place. Empathy washed over you, understanding her desire for freedom, but it pushed your own moral boundaries to the brink.

"I will," you mumbled, your voice barely audible amidst the chaos.

"What was that?" Kefla's voice dripped with mockery, aiming to amplify your humiliation.

You straightened your posture, summoning every ounce of strength and resolve. "I will do it!" Your words thundered through the air, projecting an appearance of unwavering confidence, even though inside, you felt your world crumbling. Losing your virginity to a captive girl you had just met, before an audience of 50 baying goblins, including your arch-nemesis Kefla—this was nothing like the heroic tales you had envisioned during your years of training.

"Marvellous!" Kefla exclaimed, revelling in the crowd's cheer. The cheers of the goblins echoed through the air, fueling the torment within you. Kefla then turned to the girl, a sinister glimmer in their eyes. "Well, girl, proceed down to him and start our entertainment."

As the girl began her walk toward you, you took a moment to observe her. Despite her captive status and the suffering etched upon her face, there was a strength in her eyes—a determination to overcome adversity. Her footsteps were cautious yet purposeful, her gaze fixed forward, refusing to be broken by the ordeal she was about to endure. Though her spirit remained resilient, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at the injustice of it all.

HERE

As you stand there, towering over her by half a foot, you gaze down at her gentle face. Despite the circumstances, she seems to possess an inner strength that surpasses your own. If she can endure this ordeal with such grace, then perhaps you can find the strength within yourself to approach it as another valiant quest to be completed.

"We are waiting," Kefla's voice rings out, dripping with anticipation and malice.

You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking in a hushed tone, "So, um... how would you prefer... I mean, what would be the best way for us to proceed? I want to make this experience as comfortable with the least embarrassment or pain for you."

The girl's cheeks flush with a blush as she casts a quick glance toward your britches. You realize that your choice of words may have inadvertently conveyed a concern about causing her pain, and her assumption about your size lingers unspoken between you. You never gave much thought to such matters, having abstained from previous encounters and lacking outside opinions on the subject.

Momentarily turning her head away, she softly responds, "Maybe... from behind?"

You consider her suggestion, weighing it in your mind. "Behind? Well, I suppose that could work," you reply, your voice reflecting a mix of uncertainty and determination. Though inexperienced, you are confident in your ability to adapt and intuitively navigate the situation when the time comes.

"Well you will need to undress." she politely reminds you.

You look down, you are still in your shattered armor, covered in dirt from being dragged though the undergrowth. Not a sight to set her heart ablaze you think.

"Yes of course." You begin to doff your armor and slowly peel your under padding and clothing off, you are painfully aware of the Goblins now, for a few fleeting moments you had drained out there laughter and cheers and focused on the moment with this girl.

"Wow, so this is what Human Warriors look like naked." Kefla speaks up again making sure you are still aware who is in control, the goblins all bay and shout obscenities, you feel like a worker in a den of sin being ogled.

As you stand before the girl in your undergarments, your body bearing the marks of the battle with Kefla—sweat glistening on your abs, muscles sore, and hair disheveled—you wonder if she finds any solace in your appearance or if thoughts of freedom consume her mind.

The chant of "Off, off" echoes through the arena as Kefla's words ignite the goblin crowd into a frenzy.

Sensing your humiliation at the hands of these creatures, the girl reaches out and tenderly touches your face, offering comfort in the midst of chaos. "It's okay, ignore them. Just concentrate on me, and everything will be okay," she reassures you.

Conflicted emotions swirl within you. As the hero, you had set out to save her, yet now she guides you through this situation and consoles you. Gratitude wells up within you, but before you can express it, she announces, "I will turn around now."

The girl pivots, kneeling on the ground and leaning forward onto her hands. She keeps her hide dress on, preserving a modicum of privacy. You silently thank whatever forces might be listening that she can maintain her dignity without revealing herself to these voyeuristic creatures.

Despite the brief pause brought about by her turning away, the chant of "Off, off" persists, encircling you both. With a resolute mindset, you brace yourself for what lies ahead and gather the courage to remove your undergarments, baring yourself to the prying eyes of the goblin horde.

A hushed silence descends upon the arena, amplifying the weight of the moment. Seconds stretch into an eternity before a voice punctures the stillness, shouting, "Why isn't he hard!" Your gaze shifts downward, acknowledging the truth of their observation. How could anyone be aroused in this degrading situation?

Kefla's mocking words hit you like a blow, reopening the wound of humiliation from earlier. The thought of failing in such a humiliating way, after enduring this ordeal for the sake of freedom, sends a surge of frustration coursing through your veins. You shoot a piercing glare at Kefla, unwilling to surrender to her taunts.

Your body tenses as you feel a touch against your flaccid member, prompting you to glance down and discover that the girl has turned around, looking up at you. Her gentle hands begin to massage and stroke your manhood.

"We need you to do this for our freedom, Warrior," she whispers, her words resonating with determination. This is a moment that calls for bravery, for matching her resolve. You close your eyes, attempting to enter a meditative state you learned through your training—a technique that allows you to block out distractions and focus solely on the task at hand.

Taking deep breaths, you gradually tune out the jeers and cacophony of the crowd. Your concentration deepens, disconnecting you from the world around you. Emotions and sensations dissipate, making room for the slow building of pleasure that emanates from her tender touch. Your body stirs, twitching and pulsating ever so slightly as you tense in her grip. A moan escapes your lips, betraying the growing intensity of your arousal. You feel yourself beginning to harden.

"Is that good?" Her words cut through the meditative cocoon, her sweet voice becoming the sole sound that reaches your ears. Her presence grounds you, facilitating the journey back to the realm of the living. As her touch continues, you swell to your full size, engorged and ready to fulfill the quest that lies before you.

"Well done, girl. I thought he was going to have to push rope," Kefla's jibe deflects off your newfound focus, incapable of penetrating your determination.

You gaze down at the girl's serene face, her unwavering focus fixed on the task at hand. She stares at your modest, 5-inch cock, her hand gliding up and down your shaft.

You try to discern some indication of what she thinks of your size, but she is focused on her task and so you should be too so you push the thought from your mind.

"Are you ready?" she softly inquires, her voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and reassurance.

You meet her gaze, a blend of determination and trust reflected in your eyes. With a nod, you affirm your readiness to embark on this journey together.

The raucous ramblings of the crowd reverberate in your ears, their mocking comments adding to the pressure of the moment. You steel yourself, determined to block out their distractions and fulfill your duty.

The girl turns, assuming a position on all fours, her hide dress pulled up over her hips, revealing only her undergarments that partially conceal her intimate parts. With a deliberate motion, she lowers the top of her undergarments, exposing a pink rosebud, her hand still hidden beneath.

Uncertainty creeps into your mind. Is there a hidden signal you're missing? Carefully, you inquire, "Err, do you want me to remove them entirely?"

"No, I would rather do it this way, please," she replies in a gentle, sweet voice, requesting something so intimate yet unconventional.

Losing your virginity in front of a crowd of goblins wasn't something you had planned on, and to do it with a girls rear entrance , was certainly not a scenario you had anticipated. You glance up at Kefla, silently questioning if this course of action is acceptable.

Kefla chuckles, breaking the tension. "Well, I never specified which hole you had to use!" While a part of you is mildly perturbed by Kefla's lack of insistence on conventional intercourse, you believe it is ultimately the girl's decision, and you should respect her preference.

Shuffling closer, you place your hands on her hips, pulling her back slightly. The heat from her hole is palpable as the swollen head of your length makes contact.

Pausing for a moment, you hope that instinct will guide your actions, as it often does in the heat of battle. But this time, the natural response eludes you.

A sigh escapes the girl's lips, followed by a sudden push back, grinding the head and underside of your cock between her cheeks, prodding at her tight, pink entrance. Your body reacts to the sensation, growing even stiffer, and you notice the underside of your member becoming slick with a strange wetness. It surprises you, as you had only heard of girls getting wet but didn't expect it from both holes.

Your hips start to move, a grinding motion against her hole, each slow thrust bringing more moisture. Your head pokes and applies increasing pressure to her now-wet anal entrance. A moan of pleasure escapes your lips, surpassing the sensations you experienced with your own hand, which had served as a mere release during your training.

This newfound pleasure consumes your senses, shielding you from the vulgar chants echoing around the arena. "Put it in!" "Fuck her!" Their words hold no power over your focused state of mind.

With a tentative voice, you seek confirmation, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, put it in," she replies, granting you permission.

With her consent, you shift your hips forward, applying pressure to her soaked hole. With a swift motion, you pop and slip inside, penetrating much deeper than you had anticipated with the first thrust. Panic briefly seizes you, concerned that this sudden entry might cause her pain, contrary to the earlier discussions.