Yes, Lucretia demands it!

Seeing the sledge and what it meant finally snapped you out of the lustful haze you were in. These goblins sought to kidnap you, and turn you into their broodmother! Slowly getting to your feet and ignoring the cum that dripped from you, feeling holy wrath fill your once numb and tired limbs. The goblins were exhausted too, and only one was keeping a good watch on you. He began shouting in his primitive language, but you ignored him. Reaching down, you grabbed your greatsword, unsheathed it and brought it to the goblin next to you's throat. Just as you were about to slice off it's silly head, you hesitated. Would you kill him, and his friends, or would you spare their lives? They had just **** you, and planned on bringing you back to their home, and yet... They were small, silly things. And they reminded you of mischevious teenagers.