On a 10 you get out of trouble no problem

While searching Shiloh the goblin girls seem to get more and more annoyed as they continue not to find anything of particular interest. Then one’s hand finds its way to his crotch and he feels himself stiffen in more ways than one.

They go silent, and after a moment Shiloh finds himself with four sets of little green hands fondling him through his clothing. He doesn’t move, trying to think of a way to escape while they are distracted, when one of them, the black haired one, pushes away, swinging around to sit on his chest.

Shiloh is pale as she lifts her knife over her head, but rather than kill him she brings it down on the rope around his hands, freeing him. She says something, but Shiloh cannot decipher it, so instead he lets out a quiet “Thank you…”

She tilts her head in confusion and spin around, turning so her ass is facing Shiloh’s face. Shiloh feels the goblin girls tug at his pants and see the black haired one positioning her knife towards his fly.

Eyes wide, he sits up, sending her tumbling into the other three goblins where they collapse into a small pile in front of him. They scramble back up, shouting gibberish and drawing knives, while Shiloh holds his hands up placatingly.

Slowly he lifts his hips and shimmies out of his pants and underwear, placing them nearby in the grass while the goblin girls watch with fascination.

They inch ever closer, yellow eyes firmly locked on his stiff member, their knives now left forgotten in the grass.