Reluctantly

As you see it, you're down to three options.

One. Freeze to **** outside. Two. Get a few extra holes stabbed in your body. Three. Get 'stabbed' in your already existing holes.

Since the first two are probably fatal, you find yourself nodding reluctantly. "A-alright. But when I leave, let me bring my sword."

Your eyes swing about wildly as you speak, trying not to look at the disgustingly large goblin cock dangling between his legs.

Grinko shrugs. "The trade is yer holes for night in ma cave. If ya want the sword too, that's another trade."

You open your mouth to try arguing, but Grinko cuts you off. "Enough talkin', next trade in the morning after this one's done."

Grinning, he eyes you up and down, his gaze settling on your mouth. "Gonna use that hole first. Keep ya from talkin' for a bit!" He snickers harshly, reaching up to grab the back of your head and pulls you down to a more suitable height with a surprising amount of strength.

Your knees hit the cave floor, and you still end up leaning forwards a bit before your face is level with the goblin's manhood.

The first thing you notice--aside from how enormous it is up close--is how...pungent it is. It's a musky, natural male scent, and from a 'person' that probably doesn't bathe a whole lot.

Twining his fingers in your hair, the goblin pushes the large green cock in your face, the length of it still flaccid.

"Use yer pretty pink lips and get my cock ready." Grinning and snickering, he makes smooching noises as he waits for you to start.

This is your last chance to try backing out of this...