No, he made something unexpeted by the Amazon

"Not valuable, Indeed," Vehumet whispered to himself and slowly unsheathed his sword, "you are arrogant, stupid, and stubborn. Turn around!"

Sheila didn't even flinch seeing a steel blade, a blade that was way too good for an ordinary goblin, aimed right at her face. "If you want to finish me, which I doubt, I am ready to face my death," Sheila lifted her head, her beauty being so magnified by fear. She wanted to live, it was obvious to Vehumet. She wasn't of the type that would seek death after being used against her will, certainly not with an unwelcomed male's help.

"Stupid cunt. I don't plan to kill you. Neither do I plan to fuck you from behind," a sigh escaped Vehumet's lips as he grabbed Amazon't using his free hand. It felt strong, muscled yet surprisingly smooth. His desire for this woman was real and ambers of recent unsatisfied need began glowing inside him again. But he was telling the truth, taking this woman wasn't his intention.

He yanked her around so she faced away from him and used his sword to cut the rope that held her arms together. "You murdered one of us. But your punishment is already done. You will come back home defeated, naked, without your weapon, robbed of your virginity and, likely, carrying goblin children in your womb," his words were not full of anger or hate, it was more like a voice of a dispassionate judge pronouncing the sentence of the law.

Vehumet got a few seconds of surprised silence, which he used to observe Amazon's backside. Her butt was incredibly beautiful. No excessive fat, not a single imperfection on the skin. The temptation to push her on all fours and bang her senseless was very real but Vehumet was mature enough to not let his dick control him too much. He made a decision that could benefit the tribe, rather than pursue the mere gratification of conquering a woman.

"Are you really letting me go?" her voice, for the first time, was devoid of sarcasm or hostility. Her shoulder blades moved in a delicious way as her numb arms stretched forwards and relaxed their muscles. "Don't give me a false hope, chieftain."

Vehumet, keeping his sword ready in case of funny ideas on Sheila's part, smiled and said. "I have a use for you, you must deliver a message to your leader."

"I am listening," again, no hostility was present, only interest in her destiny.

"Hostilities between our tribes give no benefit to either of us. I want to offer you something people living in cities call a non-aggression treaty. Our warriors won't touch you, yours won't bother us," he spoke into Sheila's back.

She slowly turned around to face the chieftain. Even with her being nude and messy, Sheila's demeanor seemed strong and brave. There was still that arrogant grace in her posture that didn't fit her short (for a human) stature. Her red lips slightly parted as she considered Vehumet's words carefully. At last, she wasn't quick to throw insults and was taking time to choose the most proper reply. "I can deliver your words to my", there was a short, barely noticeable pause in Amazon's speech "leader. I can't know if she'll accept"

"I hope she is wise enough. Orcs, centaurs, slave traders... We have enough enemies to deal with before coming to you," Now, when Vehumet was discussing politics, his voice had the tone of a scholar talking, so unfitting for a goblin, "just don't come there to murder us in your spying missions."

"It wasn't a murder. I killed an enemy in fair combat, while what you did is..." Sheila interrupted her burst of anger, likely realizing that the chieftain may change his mind. She submissively lowered her head and asked in a somewhat defeated tone, "anything else before you send me home?"