Wear Armor

You were the hero... you were here to kill goblins.

The next day, you traveled out of the city and along the road indicated by your quest. The paperwork specifically mentioned goblins attacking female travelers and merchants transporting food in this specific area. Keeping alert and ready you searched for signs as you traveled, eventually coming across a likely site.

Although no one was there when you arrived, bits of splintered wood and cloth off to the side of the road indicated that an attack had definitely happened in this location. Further inspection revealed what looked like a trail leading back into the forest. It wasn't very visible but, it looked like this particular path saw traffic often.

Drawing your sword you made your way into the forest following the only path you saw. It wasn't long until the first goblin jumped you. It was on your back prying at your helm but you rolled forward, a move normally impossible while wearing armor like yours. The inhuman strength and agility in the hero's body allowed you to regain the advantage while more of the green skins dropped from the trees around you.

Despite being surrounded you were larger and stronger. Too strong. Every time you swung at least one goblin fell. But they wouldn't stop coming. Everywhere you looked there were goblins. At some point one managed to get your helmet off... you could only guess why they were being so persistent at that task, you had other lower weak points. Once it happened though, the tone of the battle changed. They still came.. they still fell... but they no longer held weapons... a few had small knives that they used to swipe at the straps holding your other armor pieces on... but clearly your face was enough to let them know you were a woman. That you were breedable.

It started feeling bad... killing unarmed attackers. They still approached though, jumping on your head while trying to push their dicks in your face. Many were talking now mostly in their language... but you could catch common words here and there.

"Forgive" "Mate" "Friend" "Pleasure"

In desperation some goblins pulled their loincloths off, they would lunge in and tuck them into the straps and crevices of your armor. Before long the air around you was filled with the enticing masculine odor you remembered so clearly. Your previous encounter with goblins kept replaying in your mind as more and more of the creatures begged you to join them. Breathing heavy and with wetness flowing down your thigh, the only thing that kept you from succumbing instantly was the equally strong smell of blood.

Why did I do this? To prove I could resist Goblin sex? This is senseless...

You knew that you either had to retreat or give in... you couldn't swing your sword anymore.