Grace Bibi, the Goblin Priestess

You decide to meet with Grace Bibi, a priestess of the goblin nation of Dum. Unlike the other suitors, Bibi is neither human nor royalty; she is simply a high-ranking priestess in the ranks of those who worship JeyJey, the Goblin goddess of fertility. She would make a suitable queen were you trying to garner support among the more fantastical races; centaurs, ogres, goblins, and ghouls of all kinds would take kindly to a human prince marrying into their kin. And it might go a long way in normalizing inter-species relationships, a notion becoming increasingly popular among your people.

Then again, such a relationship could stir up anti-goblin tensions as well... and you are unsure, as well, that you would like to marry a goblin. You've never even met a goblin, much less considered an attraction to one...

Grace Bibi enters your chambers with a smooth confidence, pushing open the door with a single, small, green hand, before stepping into the room. She wears fine white-and-gold robes with a small pin over her chest in the symbol of an eye with an X for a pupil instead of a dot -- the very symbol of her goddess JeyJey. The goblin herself has dark, black hair, sharp and messy like a mane down her neck, spilling out of her hood. Her eyes are a fierce, bright brown, round in her already round face, looking up at you with a serenity you would expect from a priestess, if not from a goblin.

"My prince," she says, her voice confident but her accent a bit strange. You wonder how good her common is -- you know it is uncommon for goblins to speak the common tongue; their holy language is their own, and only spoken amongst themselves. It is impressive that Grace Bibi has learned the common tongue just to speak with you. "I come to... pledge love?" She asks, uncertain of her own construction. "To marry prince," she corrects herself.

"You are one of many suitors," you inform her, though certain she already knows. "But I have decided to meet you first because I found you most intriguing."

"Intriguing... good?" She asks.

"It isn't bad," you say.

"Good, then!" She nods happily, pulling back her hood to allow her hair to fall more freely down the back of her white robes. She ruffles her own hair with her little green palm, and smiles at you, revealing small fangs at the edges of her mouth. You are a little surprised to see that her tongue is pink; the inside of her mouth as human as the next, in spite of the sharpness of her canines. "Prince marries intriguing Bibi."

"What does intriguing Bibi have to offer her prince?" You ask.

"All goblins love Bibi," she says, proudly. "High priestess of JeyJey. Even JeyJey loves Bibi. Gives Bibi gifts, gifts that Bibi can give to prince."

"Such as?" You ask.

"Wisdom," Bibi says, slowly approaching the throne. "Guidance. Bibi good leader, good guider. All of Dum loyal to Bibi and now to prince." You consider her point -- if she is, indeed, speaking truth -- to be a valid consideration. The nations of fantastic creatures have been less and less willing to cooperate in recent years... Having Bibi around could certainly help assuage those difficulties. "And Bibi gives many children," she says in the same tone. "Even among goblins, Bibi's mother very fertile. Bibi has eighteen brothers and two sisters -- Bibi is youngest and cutest. Everyone says."

"I have no doubt," you say. It is an attempt to pay her a compliment and she takes it as one, her cheeks darkening in her own shade of green as she bows.

"Bibi also good at pleasing," she says. "But Bibi has never seen human penis before; is it same as goblin? Goddess JeyJey is always happy when goblins have sex, it is a holy act."

"Is that so?" You ask, your cock twitching at her words. You notice how close she's gotten, how large her breasts are compared to her small frame; her robes have lowered to such an extent you can see almost the entire top of her round, green breasts. She follows your gaze to her own chest and takes on a small, wicked smile.

"Prince interested in Bibi?" She asks. "Good! Bibi good, then. Bibi happy to please prince... if prince makes Bibi wife..." She turns suddenly from you, coyly stepping back towards the door, revealing the curve of her bountiful ass beneath the thin, white sheet of her robe. You literally gasp in a breath at the sight. "But... Bibi can also go home... say Prince no likes the goblins... say he hates Bibi... does not think Bibi is beautiful..."

She turns to you with a sly smile, the smallest hint of her fang pressing over her lip. You can't help but wonder what she tastes like, what she feels like... would she be the same as a human? Or is there magic inside of her, magic that might make her tight, wet cunt feel different, feel wonderful in a way you might never otherwise experience? Your cock presses up the fabric of your own robe; it is barely hidden at all beneath your clothes, and Bibi's eyes are stuck on it. It seems she wants to taste human as badly as you want to taste goblin...

But can you really acquiesce to her demands? Or should you make a counteroffer? Or reject her entirely, banish her for her audacity to demand such a favor of a prince?