Silvia's squeals attract unwanted attention

When Silvia finally came to her senses, things were not what she was expecting.

She and Hilda were out of the tree and back on the ground, and her head was resting in Hilda's soft, welcoming lap (it also meant her hair was sopping up even more of Hilda's sticky love juices, but neither one was thinking about that at the moment).

"Muuuhhh.... hwuuh?" The frazzled dark elf incoherently babbled as looked directly into Hilda's eyes.

There was an obvious warmth there, and the still-naked human gave her a sheepish smile back.

"Shhhhh," Hilda said as she pressed a finger to Silvia's lips. "Don't speak."

The drow's mind was swirling with questions.

What had happened?

How did they get down?

Could she come up with a convincing lie to explain away her embarrassingly slutty behavior? (The answer is 'no' on that one.)

But before she could contemplate resisting Hilda's command not to speak, another face popped into Silvia's field of vision:

A goblin!

She had brown hair, a big nose, and a confused look on her face.

Silvia let out another weak and frightened squeal that wouldn't have sounded out of place coming from an adorable little kitten. She sat up, and instinctively clung to her big and equally naked human companion for protection.

Looking around, the frightened drow saw that there wasn't just one goblin, but a whole gang of them!

Most of them were just wearing peasant dresses or other tattered clothing, but a couple of them had on pieces of scavenged armor (most of it from equipment that Hilda would have recognized as having once belonged to her, if she had looked closer) that had been crudely reworked to fit their smaller frames.

"They... um... *ahem* they must have heard you earlier and found us," Hilda sheepishly confesses, as her own cheeks turn a deep crimson.

Silvia just whimpered as she felt her face growing hotter and buried it into Hilda's soft and welcoming chest.