Your faith gives you strength!

The feeling of lust fills you... But one look at the goblins suddenly makes you realise what a horrible thing it would be to give in. They are leachours, sinful monsters, and they intend to **** you! Lucretia would want their heads... And you are only too happy to oblige. Shuddering softly, with your nude, soft, pale body exposed to the goblin's leers, you call on your faith. Your love for Lucretia. Your duties to the faith. Your pilgrimage. Just as the goblin's close in on your body, freshly twitching and shuddering in pleasure, you shake yourself free from the horrible feeling of lust. Your hand clutches your blade, holding tight and suddenly swinging at the nearest goblin. A battle cry echoes from your open mouth, proof of your faith, and your purity.

The closest goblin doesn't see it coming, and his head swiftly rolls, that small, green body collapsing to the ground. The others scream out and turn to run, but one takes your sword through his back, and it emerges out of his front. Letting out a few croaks, that goblin falls. The rest scamper away, yelling and screaming in their stupid language as you stand triumphant, though pleasure still lances through your body. When you're certain that the goblins are gone, a deep sigh escapes you, and drop your sword, suddenly falling to your knees. The pleasure isn't gone, and you can feel the need to touch yourself growing.

Surely... A little me time is needed...? Just to take care of this horrible feeling...? But what if the goblins come back...?