Putting on a show

To your astonishment, there is no yelp of pain, no trace of discomfort as you sink most of yourself into her tight, warm passage. A sense of relief washes over you, accompanied by a tender concern for her well-being.

"Are you okay?" you ask gently, wanting to ensure she isn't hiding any discomfort behind a facade of strength.

She turns her head, looking at you over her shoulder, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and reassurance. "Oh, no, I'm fine. You can go deeper if you want. It's okay."

"Deeper?" you whisper to yourself, more of a reflexive musing than a response to her. Glancing down, you realize there isn't much more of yourself to offer.

"Is this how humans engage in such acts? Or are you all made of stone?" Kefla's words, laced with a mocking tone, penetrate the crowd and reach your ears, serving as a reminder of the orchestrated spectacle she has created. While her words sting, you begrudgingly acknowledge the truth behind them.

You begin to move your hips, initiating a slow back-and-forth motion, synchronizing with the gentle movements of her body. The sensation is undeniably pleasurable, surpassing anything your own hand could ever replicate. Yet, a small part of you wonders if it should feel tighter. Crude jokes and lewd banter from tavern conversations flash through your mind, always making references to the perceived tightness of the backdoor. However, lacking experience in the embrace of a woman's depths, you swiftly push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand—completing this quest for the sake of your freedom.

With each measured thrust, pleasure courses through your being, evoking involuntary moans that you hastily suppress, not wanting the girl to misinterpret your sounds as enjoyment of this unconventional ordeal. Above all, you dread the possibility of Kefla overhearing and taking it as an opportunity to launch into an ostentatious monologue.

"Finally!" "Yeah, fuck the slut." "The hero has learned to fuck." The goblin crowd's raucous and depraved comments resurface, punctuating the air with their vulgar taunts. It's a jarring reminder of the prying eyes and judgmental gazes that surround you, an audience eagerly reveling in your vulnerability.

A surge of pleasure engulfs you as the girl deftly adjusts the angle of her hips, allowing you to penetrate her deeper. The sensation is intoxicating, causing a brief lapse in your rhythm, and you inadvertently slip out of her warmth.

"Put it back in!" she nearly shouts, her command resounding with urgency. Without hesitation, you comply, swiftly guiding your throbbing member back into her welcoming embrace. The mocking taunts of the goblins fade into insignificance as you focus solely on fulfilling her desire.

Though the duration has been relatively brief, you can feel the pressure within you building, signaling the imminent climax. "Let's speed this up," she declares, taking charge of her own pleasure. With synchronized movements, she pushes her hips back, meeting your thrusts with a fervent rhythm.

"I'm close... if you continue..." you gasp, unable to articulate your sentence as waves of ecstasy consume you. Her warm and drenched core envelops your member, delicately squeezing and caressing it with every motion.

"I believe you," she responds, her voice a mixture of anticipation and urgency. However, in the midst of your fervor, a miscalculated thrust causes you to slip out once more as you climax, leaving a small trail of your essence on her glistening buttocks, mingling with her own arousal.

"He couldn't even complete the act properly!" "A mere show, not a true coupling!" The goblins' jeering and mockery sting your pride, casting a shadow of shame and humiliation upon you.

The girl swiftly pulls up her undergarments and rises to her feet. Responding reflexively, you also stand, instinctively shielding your now rapidly softening member with your hands. The aftermath of the spectacle weighs heavily upon you, leaving you exposed and ****.

"I apologize for the indignity you had to endure," you murmur, your voice filled with remorse and empathy.

The girl remains silent, her expression turning cold and distant. You find it strange, but understand that she needs time and space to process the ordeal she has just undergone. Perhaps, now that the arduous part is behind her, her emotional response is justified.

Kefla raises her hand, and the cacophony of goblin chatter subsides, bowing to her authority.

"Well, while that was certainly entertaining, I had hoped for a more erotic spectacle rather than the comedic performance it turned into," Kefla booms, her voice dripping with amusement. The humiliation of the act itself was already distressing, but to be reviewed and assessed afterwards was an unexpected blow.

"Chief Kefla, I have fulfilled my part of our agreement, and now you must grant me my reward.," she firmly declares, her voice resonating with determination.

"Hmm... indeed, I did make a pact, and you have admirably upheld your end," Kefla muses, her tone contemplative.

"Thank you, my Chief," you exclaim, taken aback by the girl's unexpected words and the shift in her demeanor.

"My Chief?" you question, perplexed by the sudden change in dynamics.

"You may come up here and claim what you have earned," Kefla announces, her voice resounding throughout the arena.

Confusion clouds your mind as you ponder how you can seize your long-awaited freedom from the elevated position. Lost in contemplation, your thoughts are momentarily interrupted as the girl ascends the steps, gracefully halting before Kefla's imposing throne. Bowing in reverence, she pays homage to her Chief, uttering words of gratitude. "Thank you, my Chief. I pledge to serve you with unwavering loyalty, in every conceivable way, for the remainder of my days." With utmost devotion, she crawls toward the base of Kefla's regal seat, positioning herself to face you. Tenderly clutching Kefla's sturdy leg, she caresses it affectionately, while Kefla reciprocates the gesture by gently stroking and patting her head, displaying an uncanny resemblance to the bond shared between a human and their cherished pet.

Dumbfounded, you stand frozen, awestruck by the bewildering scene unfolding before your eyes.

Confusion and disbelief grip your voice as you challenge the girl's decision. "What are you doing? You're free! You don't have to stay here and serve her!" Your words, forceful yet tinged with genuine concern, only elicit quiet laughter from the crowd and a chilling smile from Kefla.

"Can't you hear it? She's chosen to remain by my side, to bask in my glory," Kefla mockingly taunts, relishing in her apparent victory.

"No, this is disgraceful! What has she done to you?" Your emotions overpower your rationality as anger seeps into your voice, unfiltered by the dire circumstances that surround you.

"Oh, it's quite simple, really," Kefla responds, her tone dripping with malicious amusement. "We struck a deal. If she played her part and allowed you to penetrate her, she would be welcomed into my clan, becoming my personal pet."

"What? She was in on this all along? You've deceived me, made me lose my virtue to some Goblin accomplice!" The revelation hits you like a crushing blow, a mixture of anger and shame coursing through your veins.

"Virtue?" Kefla's face contorts in confusion before a realization dawns upon her. "Ah, so you were a maiden? A virgin?" A wicked, fanged grin reemerges on her face, reveling in your vulnerability.

Blushing deeply, you struggle to maintain composure, aware that your innocence has been laid bare. However, regardless of your past purity, it becomes evident that the fulfillment of your agreement with the goblin chief should grant you your freedom.

"Yes, laugh and jest at my expense, but I have upheld my end of the bargain. I am free to leave," you assert boldly, though your nakedness and the vulnerability it signifies betray your words.

"Do you truly believe that I would let you simply walk away, boy? So you can return with a band of humans to lay waste to our village?" Kefla's tone holds a mix of scorn and amusement, highlighting the flaw in your assumption. By revealing the village's location, your release would become an unforgivable risk.

"I used you for my amusement and to test this one's loyalty," Kefla states casually, gesturing towards the girl. "No deals or promises were made between us."

A surge of curiosity compels you to inquire about your impending fate. "Then what awaits me? What will become of me?" You yearn for knowledge, even if it means facing ****, for the torment of the goblin chief's tricks and deceit has become unbearable.

Kefla rises from her throne, retrieving "Roses Thorn" from its resting place by her side. Your sword! Lost in the chaos, you had forgotten its absence from your side, a reminder of her intent to leave you defenseless.

With a delicate touch, Kefla begins to twirl the sword, its gleaming blade reflecting the dim light of the arena as she slowly approaches you.

"Hmm, while we've had some amusement at your expense, you possess an intriguing trait. Perhaps I can find a use for you yet," Kefla murmurs, her voice directed solely at you, dismissing the crowd's attention.

An uneasy feeling washes over you as you contemplate her words. What unique trait could she possibly refer to? Is it your skill as a warrior, your indomitable spirit? Regardless, the urgency to escape this dreadful fate overwhelms you, for freedom will not be granted willingly.

Kefla resumes her address to the goblin horde, assuming the role of a twisted circus ringleader. "What say you, my clan? Shall we spare or sl

ay this human? If we keep him around long enough, perhaps he'll learn to wield his tiny cock!" Kefla's laughter rings out, infecting the arena as the goblins join in the mocking chorus.

Distracted by her own amusement, Kefla's guard wavers, presenting a rare opportunity. You realize that this might be your last chance, your final moment of respite from the humiliations and lies. You may be weary, your naked body still smarting from the previous ordeal, but this is battle—where your instincts may yet prevail.

Without hesitation, you drop to the ground, executing a swift spin as you lead with your heel, striking Kefla's left leg and then her right. The forceful blow sends her tumbling to the ground, her body hitting the earth with a resounding thud.

With every ounce of strength you possess, you rise to your feet, seizing "Roses Thorn" and raising it high above your head. In one fluid motion, you bring the blade down toward Kefla's exposed neck, aiming to sever the head of the proverbial snake and bring an end to this nightmare. The scream that erupts from the girl, who remains seated by the throne, intertwines with the chaos unfolding around you. The goblins, slow to react, begin to rush toward you, but their responses are futile.

Blood spurts forth as your blade finds flesh, sinew, and bone. The metallic tang of blood fills the air, mingling with the collective gasp of the onlooking crowd.