On a 7-9 you succeed at a cost

As the goblin girl on his crotch slides off him Shiloh reaches out, grabbing at her arm with one hand trying to convey…something. Anything. She pauses, then stands up, shouting at her companions. They gather around, pulling him upright but keeping him from standing. Once again Shiloh finds himself bound and gagged, this time the rope tied around his torso and arms, though the way the goblin girls smile makes him think that he isn’t in danger from them.

As the martial artist comes close she slows to a stop. The torn eared goblin has been given a knife by one of the others and is holding it against Shiloh’s throat, growling and barking something in whatever language she speaks. Shiloh recalls that goblins speak their own language as well as common.

The fact that no communication has occurred between them at all makes Shiloh realize that he cannot speak the primary language of the world (assuming he is, in fact, in a D&D world).

The redheaded human watches the goblins and their ‘hostage’ warily, keeping her staff in a defensive position where she could respond to a lunge from the wolf, which is slowly circling her, or from the goblins if need be. She says something in a foreign language, though her words seem to follow a more familiar rhythm than those of the goblins. The words seem less like gibberish and more like something that Shiloh could perhaps use his knowledge of English to learn.

The goblins respond in kind, using the same language though stumbling over words and more than once it seemed like they had to correct one another. As they negotiate Shiloh can’t help but to take in the woman’s full appearance. Her full and fit figure, her thighs, cleavage, and despite everything he feels his bare member return to full mast.

The woman stutters slightly, eyes darting to the ‘hostage’ and his predicament a few times, her stance shifting awkwardly. She brings her legs together to rub them together briefing before quickly adopting a ready stance again. The side effect is that her robes have moved further apart, revealing the leather panties underneath, which have shifted due to her movement to the point that a hint of an opening can be seen.

The goblin girls seem to notice this, and mutter to one another in gibberish goblin again. One drapes herself over Shiloh, the black haired one, and, grinning, she reaches down for his manhood, tugging at it a bit to make him squirm. The monk blushes furiously, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to formulate a thought while the goblin girl spouts something out in what Shiloh can only assume is common.

Soon Shiloh realizes what is happening. Are they offering a trade? His dick for their freedom?

The monk is hesitant, but does not seem to be biting just yet. Shiloh is hesitant himself to see this get ugly, and knowing goblins they may just make good on whatever threats they made concerning him if it comes to that. They can’t convince the woman by themselves, but maybe he can give some subtle aid.