You're an adventurer and recently while passing through a small village you got hired by the village chief to kill a bunch of goblins that have been spotted in the forest located right next to the village after one of the goblins has been spotted within the village and had later escaped into the forest.
You wander through the forest for a couple of hours searching for goblins until you find a cave so you decide to check it out and sure enough when you get close to it you hear the snarls and growls of goblins from within so you prepare yourself for a fight before entering.
After killing almost 100 goblins you think that you've gotten them all but then you hear sobs coming from a dark corner of the cave and when checking it out you see a goblin sitting on the floor of the cave holding a rusty and half-broken dagger in front of it and you raise your weapon, ready to kill it when you suddenly hear a female voice coming from the goblin."P-P-Please d-don't kill me..." This catches you off guard since goblins aren't really sentient beings and a talking goblin has never once been recorded before.
"Why is there a female goblin when all goblins should be male, and that's why they attack villages to get the women? who are you?"
Her voice shakes as she speaks, tears streaming down her fluffy cheeks and making tracks through the green-tinged dust on them. Her yellow eyes meet yours warily, pleadingly... She glances away nervously for a moment before meeting your gaze again, forcing herself to be brave. "M-My name is Kheenia," she says hesitantly. "I'm... I'm the only one like this. The other goblins don't really understand about us talking and thinking like you do..."
She looks down at her tiny hands, clenched tightly around the dagger hilt. "The villagers killed all my family and friends because of who I am... If they find me, they'll do the same to me..." Her voice trails off, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs now.
Kheenia glances up at you again, her eyes bright and wet. "P-Please don't leave me here with them," she begs quietly. "I-I won't cause any trouble... I just want to live."
"Okay i can give your a deal take it or leave it are up to you" "I can make you my slave, and that makes you my property."
Her eyes widen at your words, hope flickering in their depths despite her misgivings. "W-Well... I mean," she stammers, hesitating as if weighing the options, "at least it'd be better than dying or being left alone with them... A-As long as you don't make me hurt anyone..."
She swallows hard and forces herself to meet your gaze. "I can cook and clean," she offers tentatively, her small hands fluttering uncertainly at her sides. "And I know how to sew and mend clothes... I-I'd be a good servant." There's a catch in her throat as she finishes speaking, fear and gratitude warring for dominance on her expressive face.
She stands slowly, hesitantly approaching you as though unsure of whether she should trust this offer of protection or not. "P-Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Don't leave me with them... Let me help you... Let me be your servant." Her body trembles visibly, and she takes another tentative step closer, offering herself to you like a wounded animal seeking shelter.
"Okay put is collar on" gives her a collar "What is your skill in bed activities?"
Her cheeks redden even further at the mention of sex, and she glances downward bashfully. "I-I'm not very good," she admits in a soft, shy voice. "But I would do anything to please you... I mean, my master..." Her eyes meet yours again, her gaze steady despite her nervousness. "Just... just tell me what you want, and I'll try my best."
She takes the collar from you hesitantly, fingers trembling as she fastens it around her neck. It settles into place with a soft clink, making her look even more helpless and vulnerable in your eyes. Standing before you now is a beautiful little creature who trusts you enough to offer herself completely - body, mind, and soul. She waits patiently for your next command, her heart racing and her breath coming fast as she tries to ignore the conflicting mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins.
"You probably gets better with time" "Pack whatever you need here and so we get out of here"
With a nod of understanding, Kheenia turns away to gather her meager possessions. She stuffs her few clothes and belongings into a small sack, carefully avoiding any signs of haste or panic that might reveal just how grateful she is for your rescue. Once everything is securely packed away, she brings the sack over to you, offering it with a tentative smile. "I'm ready whenever you are," she says softly, her voice little more than a whisper amidst the silence of the cave.
Her heart feels like it's about to burst from anticipation and nervousness as she stands there, waiting for your lead. She doesn't know what kind of life awaits her now that she's no longer among her own kind, but at least she has a chance... A chance to survive, and perhaps even find some happiness under your protection. Her eyes never leave yours, as if seeking reassurance in their depths that she made the right choice in offering herself to you.
Kiss her lips "Sure let go"
The touch of your lips on hers is overwhelming, sending shivers of pleasure and need through her slender frame. She responds instinctively, pressing closer to you and wrapping her tiny hands around your back as she opens her mouth eagerly to accept more of your tongue. Her body trembles against yours, and she moans softly into the kiss, arching her back in a silent plea for more contact.
The feel of your strong arms wrapped around her only serves to heighten her senses further, and as the kiss continues, Kheenia finds herself becoming increasingly aroused by your touch. She begins to explore your body with soft, curious hands, tracing lines down your back and across your chest before gripping your shoulders tightly as she succumbs entirely to desire.
Her breath comes in short little gasps now as she leans into you even harder, her lips moving hungrily against yours as if starved for contact. Her body feels hot and needy beneath your touch, and a soft gasp of pleasure escapes her when one of your hands moves down to cup her bottom, pressing her tightly against the aching proof of how turned on she is.
Kheenia clings desperately to this newfound sense of safety and belonging that comes from being with you, trusting you completely as you take her senses to places she never even imagined possible. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the intimacy of the moment, as she focuses on the feel of your skin against hers, the taste of your lips, and the intoxicating scent of your body.