You're only just beginning to stir when Sapphire reapears, with a small frown on her face.

“We have visitors.”

Fearing the worst, you step out into your entranceway, only to be greeted by an entirely unexpected sight.

Five goblins stand before you. The three males are obviously fresh from a fight, their weapons showing signs of wear and tear, and some of their cuts still leaking blood. With a start , you recognise one of them – the surprisingly well endowed goblin from the forest. He seems one of the worst for wear, a thin slice has neatly ruined one of his eyes and left a cut that you are sure will scar from the corner of his mouth to half way across his bald scalp.

The two female gobliness' are another matter. The first seems to be the leader of this little band, with numerous colourful feathers tied into the back of her haircut, a curious combination of shaved side pixie cut and short ponytail. She wears the same loincloth that the males do, and seems proud of the way your eyes linger on her dark nipples, standing out from her otherwise pale skin. Instead of the stone and wood affairs the male goblins are wielding, she is armed with a proper blade, a stocky sword of probably dwarven design.

The last gobliness is another you recognise – the (By the looks of things, ex-) leader of their tribe, the one who had half sucked you off. She was bound tightly in ropes that both gagged her mouth and lay, knotted and tight against her pussy. You watched dispassionately as she twitched and the knots dragged through her swollen slit. Apart from the occasional twitch, she was unable to move. The male goblins set her down on the floor in front of you, and the new gobliness stepped forward.

“Red Scale One! We bring you offerings, as apology; and sacrifice, as deal maker!” Her voice was rough, like all her kind, but her grasp of your language was better than the other gobliness' had been.

Sapphire rode over to you, apparently taking her new duties as your protector seriously. You look the gobliness in the eye and consider your response.

“What deal?” you eventually ask. The gobliness looks worried for a second.

“Apology first?”

“No,” you counter and see out of the corner of your eye Sapphire unsling her bow in silent threat.

The gobliness bows deeply and speaks while staring at the floor.

“Old chiefteness stupid. Thinks you get crystal from players, she get one too. One by one, all her plans fail, we die. We all that left. We ask for home. In exchange, we give you her,” she gestures at the bound gobliness who opens her eyes for the first time. You can see they're clouded with lust. “To do what you like. Fuck, suck, kill, she yours.”

She gestures again, and the male goblins throw the bound gobliness before you. Unable to stop herself with her bound arms and legs, she collapses to the floor at your feet. The sudden move drags the rope against her pussy again and she lets out a whine of wanton need. You glance at Sapphire only to see her staring at the debased gobliness, a feral grin on her face.

You nod, considering. You couldn't really see a downside, especially if the goblins were willing to work for you. But you weren't going to agree until you knew everything.

“And the offering?”

At this, the new gobliness looks up at you, with a smile. “Two offerings. First,” she reaches into a pouch on her best and produces a stone, about the size and shape of a chickens egg, with a rune carved on the base. She presses the rune and the egg lights up with a soft pink glow and begins to vibrate in her grasp, buzzing gently. “Stole off a player a long time ago. Feels very nice on your girls.” her eyes slide to Sapphire for a second, and then back to yours as an arrow miraculously appears on the bowstring.

“A fine offering.” you say, not rising to the bait. “And the second?”

The gobliness reaches for her belt again, before removing it, letting her loincloth drop to the floor. *CENSORED* . “Me,” she says, simply.

You glance at Sapphire again, and see her glancing at you. She flushes, and then gives you a tiny nod. You turn back to the gobliness.