Kill it, before it gets away
From Torg Adventure
For a moment you consider agreeing to the goblin's offer. If you had indeed been willing to take what was offered and then walk away you may have accepted the deal. However as lithesome and tempting the elf's willowy curves were, you could not leave her as a captured slave of the goblins and if you let this goblin get away now, he and his friends would hunt you down during the dark of night. With her legs in chains there is no way you could move fast enough to evade them. No, the green beast was clearly uncertain of his ability to deal with you or he would not have made this offer.
"Let me see what she looks like" you tell the Goblin sheathing your sword and using your axe handle to pull his dead companion from her slender back. The elf looked up at you flexing her neck gracefully as her eyes looked you over uncertainly.
"Yess Yess, you feel how soft." The goblin stops moving away now your sword was sheathed and your words help reduce his fear. "You like, yes?"
Planting one foot on the collapsed chest of the goblin you wrenched your axe from his shattered ribs and turned back to face the goblin leader with the dripping axe swinging in your large hands. Too late he realizes his mistake as once again you were armed with your axe.
"What I'd like, is to see slaver scum like you dead." You say as your long legs quickly close the gap between you. The fight was not quick, but you never had much doubt about the outcome, with your long arms and the length of the axe the goblin had little chance to reach you. He had to take more and more desperate gambles trying to cripple you and it was only a matter of time before you correctly anticipated one of his thrusts and your axe smashed into his shoulder cutting deeply into the bone nearly severing his arm. Your next blow lifted the back of his skull from the rest of his head and the beast dropped dead at your feet.
Moving quickly back to the bound elf you drop by her side using your belt knife to cut both the rough cordage that binds her arms to the fence rail and the leather lead that fastens her pretty neck to the post. Helping the elf maid to her feet you wonder how she might thank you for rescuing her. Elfs are known to be haughty and to treat many humans poorly, but you have heard fantastic stories about elves who bestow gifts of magic, gemstones or enchanted blades that could cut through armor like butter.
You've also heard whispered stories of elf women pleasing men in ways that the women of your village would never do. Exotic positions and questionable anatomy were speculated on in the late night tales told when the womenfolk had all left the inn. Gazing at her small but perfectly shaped breasts and the way her flat belly curves into her long thighs you start to wonder if these stories were complete fabrications after all. When your eyes return to hers you become aware of a simple confusion behind her gaze.
She says nothing as she presses her body to your side trembling with emotion. The effect of her soft curves pressed against your frame is hard to ignore, but it doesn't seem sexual. Her near naked body is too much for you to take, you are going to have to let your hands roam over her curves or find some clothing that will cover her lithe form and give your hormones a break.
Which is it?
