Of Course Not

Your robes fall to the floor next to you as you raise your cock to the lips of her snatch. You promise her nothing, you say nothing, you feel as though you are more beast than man as you lower yourself over her small, green body, your chest falling against her heaving tits as you thrust your length inside her. She squeals beneath you like a panicked animal, but the squeals quickly turn to moans as your cock fills her, tight and full, pumping your flesh into her wet, sopping pussy.

"Yes! Yes!" She cries out beneath you. "Make Bibi your queen!" But you cannot respond, your own breath panting out over the small girl, your tongue lolling from your mouth as little treacles of drool drop across her cheek. Her tiny hands lock behind your neck, pushing your leaking face into your own, her tongue swimming across your own, mixing spit inside your throat, as you continue fucking her, faster and faster, tasting the gooey sweetness of her saliva, smelling the hot sweat of her neck, the panting need of her breath -- you never want to stop fucking her, you realize. This sexy, adorable little goblin, hair black as night, skin like grass, dotted with bright freckle-like spots. Your hands move from her waist to her tits, groping at her flesh, fingers locking across her nipples. "Prince cums inside Bibi!" She cries out, more a command than a request.

You feel almost dizzy, the warm wetness of her cunt is hugging your cock as though you were built for one another. You didn't need to use any magic any influence, this is entirely her decision -- you feel yourself melting against Bibi's body, your face lowering in kisses down her neck to her nipples, drenching her in your spit, her entire body gleaming with saliva and sweat. You feel your cock throbbing inside her as her nipples shiver beneath your tongue; you cannot help yourself. Whether or not she is your queen, your cum will touch her womb. There is nothing to be done but surrender yourself to her pleasures, the salty, sweet smell of her filling your body.

"Yes, Bibi," you agree. "Take my fucking seed."

"Yay!" Bibi cheers through her moans, through the shakes of her own pleasure. "Bibi gets cum! Bibi becomes queen! Goblins will be so happy." She lifts your head and kisses you again, full on, her tongue licking your lips. "Prince and Bibi will be so good! Bibi will make good queen."

"Y-yes," you agree, the warmth of her swimming across your lips and your cock. You are helpless inside to her; you wonder if there is something more than sex to her -- is this goblin magic? Or is it... you? Do you simply adore her? Not just her taste, not just her tight, free body, but her? The thought makes your cock twitch inside her and you know you are about to cum. "You are mine, now," you say.

"We are both ours," Bibi answers, letting out a pleased sigh as your cum warms her pussy. You don't know if goblins can even become pregnant with human seed... but you don't know if you need even worry about that. "Bibi loves Prince. Bibi is so happy!"

You pull out of her, leaning back onto your throne, feeling the cool metal of the throne against your newly-bare skin. You are covered in your own sweat and the drool of the eager goblin priestess; you look out over her body, lying still on the floor beneath you, a single hand resting on her breasts, her eyes distant as though in a dream. She seems to be purring in pleasure, finger teasing her nipple still, lying in her own wetness, rubbing your cum across her pussy with her other hand. "This is humans love?" she asks, a question not so much to you as simply one out into the world.

Is this really your queen? You wonder with sudden panic. What came over you? Should you claim it was a goblin spell that impaired your judgement? You could have Bibi imprisoned, couldn't you? And no one would know... Or... would it really be so bad if she were your queen?

You stare at the gleam of her tits, the soft panting of her breath as her chest raises and lowers. Perhaps she would be what you need, after all. But what to do about the other suitors?