No

Scared of what the surprisingly strong goblin will do to you, you stay where you are, still sucking. Thankfully, however, he pulls out on his own, just in time to cover your face, chest and hair with his musky, sticky goblin cum.

The moment he finishes, you stand up. "Alright, enough, Grinko. You had your fun, now let me sleep."

The goblin grumbles to himself. "Alright, toots, you can stay. But you're leaving the moment it's warm enough, got it?"

Ignoring what he called you, you agree. Wiping yourself clean, you walk over to a corner of the cave, and sit leaning against the wall. You stay alert for a few minutes, watching Grinko play some bizarre game with sticks and rocks, but soon your eyelids feel heavy, and you fall asleep.

Your eyes snap open, presumably hours later, as you see the snow has stopped and the sun is shining. You notice you're weirdly damp, but all the gross goblin cum is gone.

Did Grinko clean you?

Grossed out by the idea of him being so close to your defenseless body for so long, you get up and grab your small bag, which is notably lighter than it was before. You look inside the bag, and see everything but some food has been taken! It's all been replaced by a single, poorly-written note.

"Hey toots,

I took your stuff with me to the Goblin Kingdom. You want it back? Come and find me."

Is that stuff worth that much to you? A map, a sword, food, water, and some trinkets from home?