Klih

It is the night after your wedding, the awkwardness of having married a diminutive greenskin princess still fresh in your mind as you return to your chambers. Before you've even closed the door, your new bride, Klih, begins to climb into bed. "Can't believe we have to live in the human palace." She grumbles. You watch as her plump legs struggle for purchase, her tiny green hands clinging to the sheets before she manages to hoist herself onto the mattress. Her round, green ass wiggles as she crawls into the center of the bed, her goblin wedding gown shockingly revealing, and astonishingly tight. "It's not fair. Everything is too big for Klih," She bemoans, "No maggot bread at dinner, no fermented cabbages, and wine, yuck! I wanted ale." She rolls onto her back. "At least a human husband is big too." She murmurs, spreading her legs, the loincloth of her dress doing little to cover the wet mound beneath. "Show me how big?" She asks, breathlessly, clearly excited, "It's our wedding night, so you have to." "It's the only thing I'm excited about in this ridiculous marriage."