Their crimes deserve .

Staring into the face of your ****, righteous, holy fury courses through your veins. Letting out a shout, you heft your greatsword and cleave clean through the goblin's neck, detaching his head as simply as cutting string. Turning quickly, you charge the rest of the goblins. Their weapons are on the floor, and their eyes wide in terror. You let out a yell, slicing the one that claimed your pussy first, and then the one that took your mouth second. All that remains, is the leader, the one that fed you those accursed berries. By that time, he had turned and begun scampering away, letting out terror-filled squeaking and yelling.

Deciding to spare the little thing's life, as he'd tell his other brethren what had just happened, and hopefully cowing them from any more banditry, you sheathe your blade, and turn to your belongings. After a few minutes of poking around, you find, to your surprise and happiness, that everything is intact and accounted for. But, your clothes and bedroll are soaked in cum, some yours, most goblin. Luckily, you were camped close to a lake, and you go to wash yourself, your clothes, and your bedding.