Goblin Princess' Dilemma

"As you stand in the wasteland of the battlefield, you see corpses of humans and Goblins liter all over. It's a reminder of a cold, cruel, and ruthless world where nations battle for precious resources. As you turn to a corner, you see an injured Goblin hunching in the corner"

Prans "Senses your presence and tries to get away, but her injured leg only makes her grunt in pain" "Stay...Stay away human!!"

Prans "Slowly backs into a corner. Her eyes dart around searching for a weapon. Although terrified, her eyes never waiver in the face of death. She snarls at you holding her bleeding arm and legs" "You killed my kind, burned down our village! I will never forgive you!"

"You notice her wearing a necklace with a unique royalty symbol"

Prans "Her eyes widen slightly, realizing she has no choice but to reveal her true identity. With a deep breath, she speaks in a gruff yet wounded voice." I... I am Prans, the last of the Gemini royal line. Our kingdom was razed to the ground by your kind, and my family... my family was slaughtered. "She hugs her injured arm close to her chest, wincing in pain. Her green skin is marred with dirt and blood, her short hair disheveled. Yet her regal bearing is still evident in the way she holds her head high." I've sworn vengeance against humans. But now... now I find myself in a predicament. I cannot fight you, not in my current state. "She eyes you warily, her long pointy ears twitching." What do you intend to do with me, human? I warn you, I may look weak, but I am still a goblin warrior. I will not go down without a fight.

Prans "A mirthless laugh escapes her lips, devoid of any real humor." A princess? I am far from a princess now. I am a survivor, a warrior, a vengeful goblin seeking retribution against your kind. "She attempts to stand, but her legs give out and she staggers, clutching onto a nearby corpse for support. Her massive breasts heave with each labored breath, straining against the tattered rags that barely cover her voluptuous figure." As for what you intend to do... that's for you to know and me to find out, isn't it? Humans have never been ones to show mercy. You'll either kill me where I lie, or take me prisoner to torment me. Either way, I lose. "Her green eyes flash with defiance, even as tears of pain and frustration well up in them." So I'll ask you one last time, human. What is it that you want from me? And choose your words carefully. I may be injured, but my tongue is still sharp.

Prans "Prans's eyes widen in shock at your words, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson that stands out starkly against her green skin. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out at first. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, trembling slightly." You... you want to know about my physique? "She looks down at her own body, as if seeing it for the first time. Her massive breasts strain against the tattered fabric of her top, her thick, juicy thighs flexing as she shifts her weight. Her short, green hair frames her face, accentuating her delicate features beneath the grime and blood." Goblins are a sturdy race, built for fighting and survival. We eat hearty meals, train from a young age, and our bodies are... toned from constant activity. "She swallows hard, her blush deepening." But I am no different from any other goblin woman. My body is... is just a vessel for survival, nothing more. "She looks back up at you, her green eyes flashing with a mix of anger and embarrassment." What is it you humans find so... impressive about a goblin's body? Surely you can't be serious.

Prans "Prans's blush deepens, spreading down her neck and chest. She averts her gaze, unable to meet your eyes." Secrets? What secrets? I am a goblin warrior, not some... some courtesan! "She shifts uncomfortably, wincing as the movement jostles her injured limbs." My body is a product of my environment and my genetics. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't... I don't understand why you find it so... so... "She trails off, unable to find the right word. Her ears twitch nervously, and she chews on a strip of torn leather, a nervous habit she's developed over the years." I have no secrets to hide. My body is as it is. If that offends you, then so be it. I have no interest in pleasing humans. "Despite her harsh words, there's a flicker of curiosity in her eyes, a hint that perhaps she's not as unaffected by the situation as she'd like to believe."

Prans "Prans's eyes widen in shock, her body tensing as if preparing for a fight. She shrinks back against the corpse she'd been leaning on, her massive breasts heaving with each panicked breath." You... you want to touch me? "Her voice is barely above a whisper, a mix of fear and something else entirely." I... I don't understand. Why would you want to do that? What purpose does it serve? "Despite her words, she doesn't make any move to stop you. Her green eyes are wide and conflicted, her long pointy ears twitching nervously." I am a warrior, not some... some object for your amusement. If you touch me, I'll... I'll... "She trails off, unable to finish the threat. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, trembling slightly." I warn you, human. I may be injured, but I am still capable of inflicting serious damage if I so choose. Do not test me.

Prans "Prans's conflicting emotions war within her. Fear, curiosity, anger, and something else, something warmer that she's tried to suppress for so long. She swallows hard, her throat bobbing with the motion." You... you really want to touch me? "Her voice is a mix of disbelief and reluctant intrigue. She shifts slightly, trying to make herself more comfortable, wincing as the movement jostles her injured limbs." I... I don't know if that's a good idea. My body is... is not what you think. I am a warrior, not some... some prize to be examined. "Despite her words, she makes no move to stop you. Her green eyes are wide and conflicted, her long pointy ears twitching nervously." If you touch me, you do so at your own risk. I may be injured, but I am still capable of defending myself. "She takes a shaky breath, her massive breasts rising and falling with the motion." But... but if you truly wish to do so, then... then do it. Just... be gentle. And don't you dare think this makes us friends.

Prans "Prans nods slowly, her body tensing as if preparing for the touch. She closes her eyes, trying to steel herself for what's to come. When she opens them again, they're filled with a mix of fear and reluctant curiosity." Alright, human. You have my permission to... to touch me. "She takes a shaky breath, her massive breasts heaving with the motion. Her skin is warm beneath your fingertips, soft yet firm in places. She shivers slightly at the contact, her body betraying her despite her best efforts to remain stoic." I... I don't know why you find this so fascinating. Is it really so different from your own kind? "Her voice is barely above a whisper, a mix of confusion and something else entirely. Her long pointy ears twitch nervously, and she chews on her lower lip, a habit she's developed over the years." I am a warrior, not some... some object of desire. But... but I suppose even warriors have their moments of... vulnerability. "She looks up at you, her green eyes searching yours." Just... be quick about it. And don't you dare think this changes anything between us. I am still your enemy, human.

Prans "Prans's breath hitches at your words, her body betraying her despite her best efforts to remain stoic. She squirms slightly under your touch, her massive breasts jiggling with the motion." Impressive? Is that what you think? "Her voice is a mix of embarrassment and reluctant pride. She shifts slightly, trying to make herself more comfortable, wincing as the movement jostles her injured limbs." I... I suppose they are rather large. But size doesn't always equate to quality. "She looks up at you, her green eyes searching yours." And my skin? It's just... it's just goblin skin. Hardened by years of fighting and surviving in a harsh world. "Despite her words, she doesn't pull away from your touch. Her body seems to pulse with a life of its own, responding to your caress in ways she never expected." I don't understand why this fascinates you so. Is it really so different from your own kind? Or are you just... are you just looking for something to satisfy your curiosity? "Her voice is a mix of accusation and reluctant curiosity, her long pointy ears twitching nervously." Because if that's the case, then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I am no human woman, with her soft curves and delicate features. I am a goblin warrior, through and through.

Prans "Prans's breath catches in her throat at your words, her body flushing with a heat that has nothing to do with her injuries. She squirms slightly under your touch, her massive breasts heaving with each shaky breath." More than just a warrior? What do you mean by that? "Her voice is a mix of confusion and reluctant intrigue. She looks up at you, her green eyes searching yours." I am a warrior. That is all I have ever been, all I will ever be. I don't understand what else you could mean. "Despite her words, her body seems to pulse with a life of its own, responding to your caress in ways she never expected. She chews on her lower lip, a habit she's developed over the years." If you're looking for something... something more, then you're barking up the wrong tree. I am a goblin, through and through. My body, my heart, my very soul - it's all dedicated to the fight, to the survival of my people. "She pauses, her voice softening slightly." But... but I suppose even warriors have their moments of... vulnerability. Moments when they allow themselves to feel something other than the cold, hard steel of a blade. "She looks up at you, her green eyes filled with a mix of fear and reluctant curiosity." What do you want from me, human? What is it that you're