When I came to, I had to face a few sobering facts immediately. My two fellow party members, Stella and Kairos, have likely been killed and I've somehow been taken prisoner by the thing that all too easily defeated us. It's shameful to admit, but having just been freshly promoted to Copper-rank adventurers, we thought the goblin subjugation quest we took was going to be piss-easy for us to complete.
But we were wrong. So very wrong.
What we encountered deep in that forest was most certainly not a goblin. In the face of whatever it was that had the shape of a humanoid, the power it possessed was on another level entirely. Likely, in comparison to it, we weren't even at the level of a goblin. We were barely mosquitoes, and it slapped us… hard. Kairos went down first, having his weapon batted away before being batted away himself right into a thick tree, his body crumpling. Stella was the next one attacked, hit by a magical bolt. A chilling scream from her followed by a thump attested to that. As for myself, I was perfectly counter-spelled. Whatever magic that creature used, it disrupted the fireball spell I was casting and rendered me unconscious.
But for the life of me, I don't know why I'm not dead.
The room I woke up in was pitch black. I found that both my wrists and ankles were bound tightly by rope, but not so much that the circulation of blood was cut off. I was also stripped completely naked of my clothes, which only boosted my paranoia about some kind of creepy-crawly that didn't need light to see where it was going, deciding to climb up my body and having a leisurely taste of my flesh.
They say that paranoia is a perfectly healthy response when in an unforeseen situation. It seemed fitting then that I was paranoid then, because something suddenly touched my exposed manhood, causing me to yelp in fear. A series of guttural noises echoed in response as I tried to somehow shift my body away from whatever it was. A cold chill passed from my dick right up my spine and into my brain where fear began to take hold about what plans the creature I couldn't make out in the darkness had for me.
However, no violence was forthcoming.
Whatever it was that touched me didn't bother to touch that part of me again. I was left alone for a white longer and I admit to clenching my jaw while trying to contain my fear, even though I did whimper and cried out a bit anyway. I had expected an entirely different kind of isekai life, not some grueling world stuck in the hellish, technologically devoid past, even if it had something amazing as magic in it.
There was no further recurrence of the guttural noises I heard from whatever touched me, so I may have been abandoned by whatever it was for now. Since I couldn't see and I was afraid to say anything, all I could do was spend my time thinking about my current situation. But thinking alone wouldn't get me out of these ropes I was securely tied with, and I had nothing on my person that I could use to cut them or do anything about.
In the end, all I could do was wait. Wait in the suffocating darkness for god only knows what to happen again.
I don't know if it was a short amount of time or a long amount of time I had waited in the interim, but I could somehow sense that I wasn't alone anymore. There was some kind of creature that had come close to me. But it wasn't alone. This time, two guttural voices barked at each other and one of them tried to touch my meat stick again, and once more I resisted with all I could, which was to say, I could do a hell of a lot of nothing to protect myself from having my manhood groped thoroughly by it this time.
The voices barked at each other for a few more moments before the two voices eventually became only one. I could feel the warmth of the other creature and it had to be a humanoid creature of some kind. The creature had laid down next to me, and the hand which had been touching my crotch was now draped over my chest.
It was excessively warm, and naked. Fully naked, save for a cloth of some kind around the waist that gave me an itchy sensation when it touched my skin. I was terrified at the thought of being raped by it, should it be male, but when a certain softness that was part of its body began pressing into my torso, I wondered if that was the case here.
"Dak."
The yet unknown creature said that word softly to me, and I could only remain somewhat paralyzed as we lay together. I don't think either of us would be sleeping anytime soon. While I was tied up with my hands raised above my head, I was able to slowly lower them down to my chest, though when I began to do so, the creature, or goblin as I surmised it must have been, instantly rolled away and began to bark at me.
"Wait!" I spoke loudly, hoping it wouldn't strike me or worse.
"Dak. Ig un guh ugth."
"I… I don't know what you are saying. I don't speak goblin. I was just moving my arms, that's all. I'm not stupid enough to try and attack you, being tied up like this."
There was no reply at first, and I slowly moved my arms back above my head.
"I'm sorry, okay? It was just uncomfortable to stay like that."
A sound, somewhere between a sigh and a snort echoed from where the goblin should be.
"Dak. Zab gik nok dokt."
"I have no idea what you're saying, just don't kill me." I said, and tried to remain as docile as possible. The goblin had moved near to my head and took hold of my wrist, moving my arms over my head so they could rest on my stomach.
"Iggok."
The goblin remained silent, perhaps awaiting a reply from me. Did it understand me?
"Thank you." I answered. At least if I was going to suffer, my arms weren't going to be all pins and needles.
The goblin then shifted back into the position it was in before, this time draping a leg over me as well as an arm. I was being used as some kind of body pillow, as far as I could put it together. I decided to give up worrying for the moment, and just closed my eyes.
"Dak."
It said again, and I felt like it had tried to hug me tightly. Not tight enough to crush my ribs or anything, just… something… bordering on affectionate? Sure I was creeped out, but when it came down to brass tacks, it was better than any of the other horrific alternatives my brain was only too happy to put forth. I don't think the goblin even tried to sleep, but at the very least, I felt like the immediate threat of death was off the table. I just hoped it wasn't hugging me like this so as to tenderize me for being eaten later.
I had no clue what it was saying, but one word was repeated clearly, over and over.
"Dak?"
I said it quietly, and that got a reaction from the goblin hugging me.
"Dak."
"What is… Dak?"
The goblin rolled on top of me. On top of my hands, specifically, and I could feel something soft pressing down on them. I was able to twist my hands a little bit to let my fingers deliver me some kind of tactile image since there was no light, and what I felt, for as much as I knew of both human and goblin biology… I had to assume it was a pussy. Goblins… have a pussy, similar to that of a human's… right? I admit to not being educated on that bit of esoteric knowledge.
Did the word Dak have to do with sex?
There wasn't enough information to conclude it was, but it hardly mattered right now. I could feel an incredible warmth radiating off of it. The idea of experiencing goblin pussy wasn't anywhere in the list of fetishes I thought I might ever awaken to in this world, but there it was anyway.
I was being made to feel up a female goblin.
"Dak. Gip nim sid."
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you are saying."
She lifted her hips, letting her hands touch my manhood again.
"Gip nim sid. Dak. Kitk ik urk."