Yes, but someone saves them before things go to far.

Christine shuttered, as the muscular goblin grabbed her by the hair and pushed his girth, passed her lips. His member was so large that Christine could barely open her mouth wide enough to hold him. She braced herself for the bitterness of his green shaft but instead, but instead of the gorse feeling of green goblin flesh brushing against her tongue. Christian was shocked to find that it tasted like nectar. Despite the knife on her neck, she tried to struggle once more, with little success. As the goblin continued pumping his member in and out of Christian's mouth, the young woman could feel her muscles relaxing and her vision glazing.

The goblin chieftain noticed the glaze in her eyes and gave her a sly smile. "Enjoying yourself, love?" he asked her in a snarky tone, "You should be. My cock is laced with dragon fire nectar. Not only will it put you in a state of pure euphoria, but it will also send you into a deep heat. Soon you will be begging us to fuck you."

Sure enough, Christine could feel her loins tingling between her legs. It was a new sensation for her, one that filled her with a mix of dread and bliss. A strong part of her wanted to escape, fearing what would happen to her and her bother if she didn't, but as the **** filled her body, she couldn't help but want more.

Suddenly she felt something soft and slender sliding over her tender sex, forcing a muffled gasp from her lips. A female goblin had just worked her way between her legs and was now slowly trailing her long and slender finger between Christine's labia, parting the swollen flower. Christine let out a surprised moan as the long nail trilled over her lower lips. Unlike the blowjob, which filled her more with fear than with pleasure, the fingering filled her with pure ecstasy.

Having spent most of her time in seclusion, the young noble hadn't even considered touching herself in such a manner. She had been warned against it after all, with her mother telling her that "It was dirty," and that "Only sluts and whores touched their vaginas." Yet as the goblin woman teased her pussy with her fingertips, Christine found that she liked it a lot.

"That's it, dearie," said the chieftain to the female, "Keep her nice and aroused for me. I want her to be nice and slick when I mate with her."

The female gave him a wink before lowering her head between Christine's legs and blowing softly onto her sex. Once the cool air brushed her swollen sex, Christine let out a muffled moan and rolled her eyes into the back of her head. The goblins sitting on her back laughed at her reaction before joining in on the fun themselves, with the one sitting on her shoulders dropping his knife so he could grab her breasts, while the one on her mid started slapping and groping her ass. Meanwhile, all Erik could do was watch and beg for the goblins to stop while the goblin holding him down, tightened his grip.

The young nobles seemed to be doomed to live their lives as goblin slaves when suddenly, just before the female goblin was about to drag her tongue over Christine's clit, the sound of a whistling bolt filled the air. The whistling was soon followed by the sound of the goblin leader popping his cock out of Christine's mouth and yelping in pain. Through the mist of her arousal, Christine could see the goblin chieftain clenching his left shoulder, which now had a crossbow bolt sticking out of it.

Another bolt zipped through the air, this time striking the two goblins sitting on Christine back. The bolt first hit the goblin, slapping her ass in the chest before exiting his back and hitting on mounting her shoulders, stabbing him in the heart. As the two goblins fell dead next to her and the female scrambled away, Christine looked over her shoulder to see who fired the shots. Through the haze of her heat and the morning mist, she could see a lone feminine figure dress in black leather armor and wheedling a one-handed crossbow.

As two more goblins drew their daggers and charged the stranger, the woman fired one more shot from the crossbow, striking one of the goblins right between the eyes. Though this startled the second goblin, it didn't stop him as he continued to dive for her. As the goblin approached, the figure drew a long thin sword from its scabbard, then with one quick upward swipe, the stranger sliced through the second goblin's right arm and severed his head from his body.

After pinning the sword into the ground, the figure quickly reloaded the crossbow and stepped out of the mist. She was a tall, light-skinned woman with flaming red hair that ran down to her shoulders. Her black leather armor covered most of her body but hugged her form just enough to where one could easily see her curves.

She glared at the chieftain and pointing her crossbow at his head. She then said in a rough yet feminine voice, "Leave."