The goblins are perplexed

The goblin matriarch had been staring at the two wild women, one eating the raw beef she'd meant to prepare for them and the other eating her own companion. It shocked the surprisingly well-mannered troop of goblins into silence; none of them were used to interacting with humanoids, but they were sure none of them acted like this. At least not in the stories they'd heard from the goblin explorers and pioneers.

Finally, the motherly goblin coughed into her hand to get the ladies' attention. "Excuse me, dearies, but... would you prefer if I cooked that for you? I can do it quickly if you're really famished, but it's just not healthy to eat off the ground like that."

Hilda looked up from her meal, which she'd scarfed down almost completely in the few minutes she'd been unsupervised. A spark of recognition came from her eyes, and her cheeks turned as read as her breakfast (all four of them, Silvia could attest). She stood with her mouth agape, unsure how she could explain herself. It was disgraceful for a noblewoman to debase herself like that in front of not just commoners, but non-humanoids at that. Here they had offered Hilda food while she was dirty, smelly, ill-mannered, sex-crazed, oblivious, and downright primal. Dear gods, what would her parents or, perish the thought, Sally say if they could see her now.

Hilda began to cry, pouting like a small child and hiding her face in her arms. "I'm such a bad girl. I'm sorry, miss; I shouldn't have treated your gift so wrong. I've done everything wrong recently: losing my home and all my possessions, becoming a lazy, fat, horny do-nothing for months. I don't deserve your kindness!"

The goblin looked at Hilda with immense pity, which Hilda would never admit nearly made her cream herself. "Oh, don't say that dearie. You've had a rough time, but I'm sure you'll pick yourself back up."

Hilda shook her head. "No. I shouldn't get back on my feet. I've soiled my reputation and my dignity. I have to earn the right to climb back up, now." She stretched out her arms in reverence to who she had decided was her new mistress. "Oh, please, punish me to your heart's content. I'll do anything you ask: I'll care you and your things like a pack mule, walk on all fours like a pet, I'll service you in all your physical needs, I'll do my business in the bushes until I deserve to use a potty again. I beg you, I'm such a bad person; I must be brought to heel."

The goblins stared at the truly pathetic human. Some even thought they could smell the scent of sex in the air as she spoke. The males all looked toward their matriarch, who in turn stared at the mute dark elf. She for her part was staring into space, her mouth messy with cum from her companion's offerings. She simply nodded in ecstasy as she leaned back, showing her own womanhood for all spectators to see. The goblin assumed that meant she agreed with the human's statements.

They were an odd couple, to put it lightly. Nothing in these woods had prepared the goblin for humanoids like these. Still, she had a duty to uphold in helping the downtrodden and needy, and even if she didn't, these two were in special need of help. She just wasn't sure if she could offer what they needed. The deliberation continued for some time until she finally decided...