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The Goblin horde scattered in all directions as it became apparent that their opponents were formidable. The falling bodies of Goblin Warriors dispersed Skirmishers in all directions, and the overwhelming **** brought on by the escape of the prisoners quickly set the Goblins guarding the caravan scattering to the winds.

The Warrior grabbed Dawn, closing its hand over her mouth. An arm wrapped around her waist and her squeezed, and a cock hardening from under its loin cloth came out and slipped along her thighs and backside. It whistled, and it's Trok stepped up beside it. It remounted the beast, pulling her up with it and sitting her with its cock hard between her legs and firmly under her. The hand wrapping around her waist suddenly had a jagged knife in it, pressing it to her throat as it saw Kal charging up to save her.

The ugly bastard smiled.

"Xhook chok mardook deeb!" The Warrior croaked at Kal. He knew what that meant. 'Come any closer and I'll kill her.'

And then it turned, spurring the Trok, and dashing into the treeline.

The suddenness of **** and its subsequent end stunned everyone into a stall. Marinelli from her vantage on the hill with Poisonhook. Neesa with the slaves he had freed. Only Kal noticed the Warrior fleeing with its last, newest captive.

Dawn felt the cock shifting between her thighs, felt the occasional hand leave the reigns to pry on her armor, sliding it and the undergarments away. The canopy grew deeper, thicker, as they darted into growth where the corruption hadn't taken hold yet.

A hand slipped under the edge of her armor and gripped her tit hard as the Trok came to a stop...