Oh, so much

The female goblin stared into Silvia's wide eyes and bright red cheeks. Neither the elf nor the human cradling her could tell what she was doing. Her eyes drifted over the luscious curves of both shivering cuties for what felt like ages, at least to those shivering cuties. Finally, the goblin stepped back and said, "Oh, you poor dearies. You took quite a tumble. Do you have any booboos that you need taken care of?" She had a soft, melodious voice, like a mother giving a lullaby, but with a deep, soothing bass that seemed mismatched to her short-stacked frame.

Hilda and Silvia blinked in astonishment. They'd independently crafted a myriad of humiliating fantasies and predictions for how this interaction would go, so they weren't ready for such an open question. "Uh, we... well, um, it's-" Silvia tried to stammer out an answer, but kept stuttering as she navigated her imagination away from her dreams of sex slavery and pleasure dens.

The female goblin shook her head. "Oh, it's worse than I thought, you must have hit your heads on the way down. Now you can't speak, do I have that right, honey?" Silvia just nodded; since she couldn't get a word out anyway, she might as well play mute for a bit. "Oh, that's just awful. I'm so sorry to see you girls so down on your luck. You must have been freezing up in that tree overnight, am I right?" The goblin didn't wait for an answer, instead turning back to her companions and saying something in Goblintongue.

One of the armored goblins reached into his satchel and pulled out a small hunk of meat and a stopped bottle of sparkling red liquid. The female goblin, who was evidently the leader of this little group, took it from him and started to move over to the hapless nudists. "Now, we'll just cook this up with a little Sizzle Potion and have you both warmed up in n-WOAH!" The goblin banged her foot on an outlying rock and tripped, the meat flying out of her hands and landing with a PLOP on the ground in front of Hilda and Silvia.

The goblin cried out a weeping apology and ushered a couple of goblins over to get some other food, but Hilda's eyes were squarely on the now filthy meat slab. Her wet dream-addled mind was still confused and scared, but the one instinct that could overcome that was hunger. She hadn't eaten anything since Milly had thrown her out of the keep, so even a raw hunk of meat that was covered in dirt looked like a five-star meal to her. Slowly, she got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the appetizing delight, letting Silvia slip off her lap and onto the ground with a yelp. Hilda leaned her head to the ground and licked the meat and her taste buds danced with pleasure. It wasn't seasoned or even cooked, and she had no idea what animal it had even come from, but to her empty stomach it was heavenly.

Silvia looked at Hilda, who was now mooning her with her ass high in the air, in stunned silence. Here was her protector from just a few hours ago, now chowing down like a dog given table scraps. She wanted to say something to snap her out of this, but alas words continued to evade her. Instead, she stared at Hilda's magnificent ass, shaking and swaying in a hypnotic fashion that had the dark elf fixated. The scent of the meat on the ground was confusing her senses, making Hilda's own meat looking immensely appetizing. Surely, no one would blame her for taking just a small morsel. A taste of the forbidden fruit in front of her.

Silvia crept towards Hilda and wrapped her arms around the larger woman's waist. Hilda didn't seem to notice as she continued eating her own prize. Silvia moved her lips to Hilda's soft, supple, voluptuous skin and placed them squarely on her right cheek. It wasn't appetizing, but it filled Silvia with a different kind of satisfaction. She let her instincts guide her, swirling her tongue up and down the buffet of woman and letting each inch of skin titillate her further. As she traveled across the skin and towards the honey pot she'd savored before, the dark elf even found her teeth sliding along the skin, like she could take a bite at any moment.

Silvia's feast only served to hasten Hilda's own chowing down, as she buried her face in the slab and tore it up with her teeth. Oh, how dreadful it would be to be seen like this. Eating off the ground like a lowly beast of burden. Stripped of all her titles and possessions and reduced to eating off the dirt. That's just what a naughty, stupid, lazy girl like her deserved. Hilda wasn't sure whose voice was playing in her head as she greedily munched away, but whoever it was did their job of getting her riled up. Silvia smelled Hilda's honey pot dripping open again, and moved down to start drinking once more. They kept each other in a cycle of pleasure and urging, which they'd come to understand came all too naturally with one another. It was invigorating, and if they could spare the brainpower to realize it, they'd probably just get even more turned on.

Still, it could only last as long as Hilda's meal could, and when that finally ran its course...