Agree to Marry Bibi

"Alright," you acquiesce to the nude goblin pressed against the floor, still wrapped in her own orgasmic bliss. "We will soon be married, assuming my conditions are met."

"Conditions," Bibi repeats, though her mind seems to be elsewhere, here eye still unfocused.

"Yes," you say, thinking quickly about how to maximize your pleasure. You have to be married by the end of the week, are you truly satisfied with marrying the first girl you've met? No matter how wonderful she tastes or feels around your cock... "The first condition is that you must tell no one of our engagement until the end of the week."

"Secret marriage," Bibi repeats, nodding happily, her tongue licking up the saliva and semen around her lips.

"The second, is that you must help me engage with my other suitors."

"What does that mean, husband?" Bibi asks, collecting her robes.

"Until we are married, I will need to keep up appearances -- this means possibly even courting or seducing other suitors. Do you understand?"

"Husband needs fuck other girls?" Bibi asked, an eyebrow raised. "Does this mean Bibi gets to fuck girls too?"

"I..." Your voice falters. "I would want you with me, in the room," you say. "I don't want to fuck other suitors without you." Bibi lets out an excited gasp.

"You mean we fuck suitors together?" Bibi asked.

"Yes," you say. "Though I will remain in charge."

"Husband in charge," Bibi agrees.

"And you can't call me husband, publicly," you remind her.

"In bedroom okay?" Bibi asks. "We can say it kink."

"Fine, then," you acquiesce.

"Can Bibi choose the next suitor?" Bibi asks. "As sign of good faith? As priestess, Bibi was good at picking out good fucks." You feel your cock harden again at her words. Maybe she would be the right choice for queen after all...

"Alright," you agree. "But choose wisely -- consider it a test of your judgment, okay?"

"Oh, Bibi good at tests," she says with a smirk. "Who are options?"

You reach behind you to find the list of suitors and their descriptions, handing the list quickly to Bibi, who combs through it with the speed of a well-read attendant.

"Aha!" Bibi says, pointing at the list. "This one."