Brict the Goblin Prince (rough draft)

(this was one of the first stories I wrote. it'll be part of my project to update, repost, and rewrite some of my old works)

You had always dreamed of what your wedding would be like. As a small child you used to play it out with all your dolls and stuffed animals. You would make our own wedding outfit and walk down an aisle with a sheet serving as a veil.

All you wanted was to have the biggest, most beautiful wedding that anyone had ever seen. It had never occurred to you to think about a groom or who you would be walking up the aisle towards. You wanted the big white alter, the flowers, the beautiful flower girl and to dance.

Now that your big day was here, you wanted anything else. Your arranged marriage had taken place a few years ago, but you always figured it would fall through or never happen. But your betrothed was eager and was constantly asking for a date from your father. He soon grew too impatient and backed your father into a corner.

The Goblin kingdom had been fighting over borders with your family’s kingdom for ages. As long as you could remember fights and war were fought on the horizon outside your window. All the guards in the castle were now men younger than you. All the strong and older knights were off fighting.

It wasn’t until the crowned prince of the goblins came forward, asking for your hand in marriage that any peace was struck. You had agreed to it if only to help your kingdom. Your father and mother were dead set against it, but you had seen too many friends go off to wage war and die. You knew the same could be said for the prince.

You had been the one who had hoped you could delay the proceedings as much as possible. But soon, the prince became much too overbearing, and your father had to concede to his demands.

Now, you were in your dream wedding attire, about to have the wedding you always had longed for. But you were daydreaming of someway it would never happen. Perhaps a dragon would attack the church and eat the prince. Maybe a knight would come in and save you. Perhaps the dam would break, and everyone would be swept away.

You sigh heavily as you look at your reflection, seeing someone you didn’t quite recognize. There is a knock at your chamber doors, and you don’t even turn.

“Come in,” you murmur.

The door creak opens and closes quietly. “My darling.”

You look up in the mirror, seeing the goblin prince, Brict, my betrothed. He’s standing at the door, dressed in his wedding finery.

“What are you doing here?” You ask with a quiet voice.

“I wanted to talk,” he says. “Is that ok?”

You look down at your hands “You aren’t supposed to see me before the wedding,” you mumble, not really feeling it.

“That’s human tradition,” he says as he walks into the room. He’s barefoot, his three toed feet exposed. For a creature so short, the goblins have big feet. “It is usually goblin tradition that we spend the week leading up the wedding alone and secluded, sharing everything.”

You look back up to the mirror, seeing his dark brown eyes looking at you. His hand is stretched out, and a finger gently pets a loose curl going down your back.

You turn abruptly, and Brict takes a few steps back. His eyes go wide as you stare him down. “What do you want to talk about.”

Brict stands straight, and he clears his throat. “I wanted to let you know I’ve planned us a romantic honeymoon. I was told you like to swim and enjoy the ocean, so I found a place at the coast that will be-” he slows and tilts his head. His great big, bat-wing like ears flick, and he looks over you.

“What?” You snap at him.

“You’re crying,” Brict says.

You quickly whip back around to the mirror and see tears streaming down your cheeks. “Oh no,” you gasp as you reach for a handkerchief.

“Are you…” Brict hesitates. “Are you unhappy?”

You sniffle, weeping into the handkerchief. “Just go! What does it matter now?”

“I thought-” his voice chokes off. “Oh no,” he murmurs as he steps back. “I thought this was what you wanted?”

You turn back to face Brict. “Why would I want this?” You cry. “Why would I ever want to be married to something like you?”

His eyes widen, and you instantly regret your words.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper. “This is just...not at all what I wanted.”

“I thought when you agreed,” Brict’s voice wavers, obviously still hurt by your blow. “That’s why I was so eager.” His ears fold back. “Why did you agree even when your parents didn’t want it?”

“I wanted to end the war,” you say. “I wanted it done with! Why did you ask for my hand if not for that?”

Brict hesitates. “It was a bonus, to be certain,” he mutters. “But-” his ears twitch, and he looks down. His big nose seems to take up most of his face. “I have always loved you.”

You furrow your brow at him. “Excuse me?”

Brict looks back up at you. “It was love at first sight,” he says. “Back during the High Council in Obresh that Nictis had hosted.” He swallows nervously. “I saw you there, and I was overwhelmed-” he chuckles. “It wasn’t until later I learned that you were supposed to be my sworn enemy. But I still only saw love when I thought of you.”

You avert your eyes from him. “Oh,” you mutter.

“Guess I was so excited, I had invented the idea in my head that you had fallen for me as well,” he laughs. “My mistake. My mom always said being a romantic would get me into trouble. Well, here it is,” he flaps his arms out.

Brict reaches into his pocket and pulls out another handkerchief. “Here,” he offers it to you.

You tentatively take it and dab your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize,” Brict chuckles. “I was warned that I was-” he shakes his head. “Never mind.”

You sniffle and glance over Brict. Standing tall, he barely came up to your breasts. If his ears stood on end, they’d touch your collarbone. He had long black hair that was slicked back and tied into an elegant braid. He looked uncomfortable in his suit. After all, even Goblin royals didn’t wear much clothing.

“Maybe we should have done that week,” you huff. “And gotten all this out of the way.”

Brict’s eyes go bright, and his ears stand up. “You’re right!” He gasps. “Please,” he takes hold of your hands. “Stop crying. Let me make this right.”

“What’re you talking about?” You sniffle.

“Give me a week,” he says. “Let’s delay the wedding.”

You stare at Brict like he’s insane. “You can’t delay it now! Not when all the guests are here, and everyone is waiting! My dad thinks you’re angry at him!”

“I’ll make this right. Let me handle all that wrath.” He brushes his strange fingers across your cheek. “We’ll take our honeymoon now and give ourselves that week.” he gives you a determined smile. “I promise, I’ll make you fall for me.”

You still give him that crazy stare, but you did say you would do anything to delay this wedding for whatever reason. It wasn’t exactly the dragon you were praying for, but it was an out.

You nod slowly. “Ok.” You wipe at your eyes. “Ok sure. You try and do that.”

Brict grins and gives your hand a tight squeeze. “I promise. This will make everything better!” He kisses your gloved hand and leaves in a rush.

Somehow, Brict announcing to the full church that the wedding was being delayed by a week didn’t erupt in instant war and bloodshed. He instead offered logging and anything the guests would need. He opened his kingdom to those who wanted to stay and wait. You weren’t too sure on the details, but somehow, no one seemed too upset.

The next day, you were in a carriage heading to the coast where Brict had arranged for your honeymoon. Now, it was to be your Elamot Week, as it’s known to goblins. It was a week where the bride and groom spend alone together. They get used to living with one another as well as growing closer before the wedding.

It was a strange tradition for you, but you were just glad to escape the wedding for another week. You’re wearing a new outfit made for you. Brict, on the other hand, has a piece of cloth wrapped down his chest and waist. It barely covers him.

You knew you would have to get used to the goblin’s version of modesty, but this was a bit much, It almost felt like Brict was trying to show off something. You tried not to look, but you always didn’t want to be rude to Brict.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Brict says.

You fidget in your seat. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to uhm...so much skin.” You murmur.

Brict looks down. “I feel overdressed actually. Not as much as yesterday, but-” he then chuckles. “I still wanted to look nice for you.”

You sigh and relax into your seat as the carriage bobs along. “Thank you, for yesterday.”

“I would do anything for you,” Brict replies brightly. “You need to know this,” he smiles. “I will always be on your side.”

You look at him and can’t help but smile. “What I said-”

“It’s in the past,” he waves his hand out. “I understand. You didn’t know me, and I only knew the romanticized you in my mind. I’m hoping we can both cure this by the end of the week.”

You can already smell the ocean and the beach. Glancing out your window, you see the wide expanse of the horizon turn into nothing but water. You grin, unable to hold back your excitement.

“You really do love the water,” Brict says, reminding you of his presence.

You sit back down. “Yes,” you murmur. “I love to swim.”

“Hopefully, it will be warm enough for that,” Brict replies. “To be honest, I never have.”

You stare at him and gasp. “You can’t swim?”

He wags his finger. “I didn’t say can’t,” he corrects.

“But you said you never have!” You’re so alarmed by this. Swimming has always been your favorite thing in the world. It seems absurd to you that someone doesn’t know how or has never been. “If you’ve never been how can you?”

“I’m sure I can swim if I tried it,” he chuckles.

“It’s not so easy,” you lean forward in your seat. “The water isn’t something to be trifled with you know?”

Brict grins. “I like the look in your eyes. You’re even more beautiful than the day I first saw you.”

Your cheeks ache with heat, and you glance aside. A smile still blossoms on your face. “Thank you,” you murmur.

The small cottage that Brict bought was cozy. It had just a handful of rooms, and only one of them held a bed. It was apparent Brict had ideas when he got this place.

“You can have the bed,” Brict says. “I can find somewhere to curl up and sleep.”

“No,” you scratch the back of your neck. “It’s big enough,” you murmur. “I mean...the whole point of the Elamot is to share, right?”

Brict tries to bite back a grin, but you caught it. “I promise, I won’t do anything unless you ask for it.” He then takes off the clothes he’s wearing.

“What-” you yelp and bounce on your toes. “What...what are you doing?”

“Oh,” he rubs his hand down his hairy chest. “I was just getting comfortable.”

You look away, holding your breath.

“Elamot usually is spent completely naked,” he explains. “I thought you knew that.”

You huff and swallow the lump in your throat back down. “I did-” your voice cracks. “I just thought.” You glance at him, your eyes lingering a bit. You snap your attention away again. “I’ve never-” you place your palms over your stomach and chest.

“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable,” Brict says. “Do you want me to dress again?”

“No,” you murmur. “You’re being accommodating for me, I should...do the same for you.” You look back at him. “Give me some time to...feel comfortable with it.”

“Of course,” Brict takes your hand and kisses the inside of your palm.

After unpacking, you walk outside and onto the beach. You take off your shoes, letting your toes sink into the sand. The air is crisp, and the spray of the ocean makes it freezing. You still step out, hiking up your skirt as you wade into the chilled water.

You look down, seeing how high you’ve raised your hem. Your stomach churns with nerves, but you take off your clothes and feel the cold breeze on your bare body. You clutch the clothes to your chest and turn to step out of the water. You see Brict standing on the porch of the house, and you hesitate.

“Is it cold?” He calls out to you, his eyes shining.

You nod, remaining silent.

“Then come inside,” his voice is suddenly breathy and quiet.

You step back onto the sand and walk up to the house. You take Brict’s hand as you hold your breath. You’re both silent as you walk back inside. You feel strange, so naked and uncovered as you are. But Brict is also naked. There should be no reason to feel this exposed.

“Go sit down, I got the fire started,” Brict finally says. “I’ll pour us a drink.”

You brush your fingers down your middle. You then touch Brict’s shoulder. “Thank you,” you say. “And you were right, it’s much too cold to go swimming.”

Brict smiles at you, capturing your hand and kissing the center of your palm again. “It will be warmer soon.”

You walk over to the fireplace, sitting down in front of it. You pull your knees to your chest. You bite back a smile.

Brict joins you, carrying two glasses of dark red wine. “Here you go.”

“This looks lovely,” you say.

“Not half as lovely as you on the beach,” Brict sighs. “I must admit, seeing you out there stole ten years off my life.”

“That bad?” You chuckle as you take a sip.

“That good,” Brict’s grin brightens. “So good, it’s a downright sin.”

You sputter as you giggle and a little wine drips down between your breasts. You notice the look in Brict’s eyes as he watches that single drop slide down. He licks his lips, and you feel a flutter in your belly.

“Made a mess,” you murmur, wiping it up with your finger.

Brict clears his throat and glances back towards the fire. “Are you sure about the sleeping situation?”

“Kind of,” you admit. “I guess we’ll find out.”

He nods. “Right.”

You touch his shoulder and stroke down his arm. “You’re much more muscular than I thought,” you say. “You’re very fit.”

Brict’s breath shudders. “Yes. I do the same training regiment as my men do,” he replies. “It’s only fair.”

“I also didn’t realize goblins were so hairy,” you comb your fingers through his chest hair, and you can feel the spike in his pulse. “I thought you were all smooth.”

“Hardly,” Brict’s laugh is nervous.

You brush your fingers along his cheek and up his ear. Once you touch his ear, he wrenches back and whimpers.

“Sorry,” you gasp.

“No, no,” his ears flick back. “My ears are uhm...sensitive.”

You nod. “I’ll be careful,” you bite your lip.

You sit in silence for a while. Soon, the wine is gone, and the fire is only glowing embers. Brict takes your empty glass.

“It’s late,” he says. “Go on to bed.”

You stand up from the sofa as he takes the glasses to the kitchen. You go to the bedroom, pulling back the blankets and slipping into the cold sheets. You shiver as you try to warm up the bed. For some reason, Brict doesn’t come right away.

After a while, Brict walks into the dark room and climbs into bed. He lays on top of the covers.

You roll over and touch his back. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Oh,” he murmurs. “I thought you were asleep.”

You shake your head. “No uhm...the bed is cold.”

“Then why should I get under the blankets?” Brict teases.

“Ah-” you giggle. “Ok, that’s fair.”

Brict moves under the blankets, and you can feel his body warmth close to you. You inch closer, placing your hand on his back.

“Are you that cold?” He asks.

You press your chest to his back, and a low moan escapes his lips. “I am,” you whisper, trembling slightly.

You pet your hand along his thigh, and your fingertips brush along his shaft. Brict’s back stiffens, and he presses closer to you.

“Is this what you want?” He asks.

You nod as you take his cock into your hand, stroking it slowly. You feel it get hotter and thicker, you feel his pulse pounding and his blood surge. He groans and grunts as you touch him.

“Why?” Brict pants.

“I like how I feel with you,” you confess. “I feel free and safe,” you pant into his ear. “And when I saw you naked...I grew hot.”

Brict rolls over, kissing you and placing his hands on your body. His cock rubs against your belly, smearing precum along your skin.

“Why did you get hot?” He growls into your ear. His fingers pet down your belly and comb through the fluff of your mound.

You bite back a moan as his fingers open your folds and find your clit. “You looked handsome,” you moan. “Anh-” you cry out. “Rugged-” you grunt. “Manly.”

“Did I not look that way yesterday?” Brict growls as his fingers sink inside you.

“No,” you whimper.

Brict chuckles as he bites your nipple and nuzzles between your breasts. “I’m glad,” he sighs. “I saw you staring, but I thought it was another reason.”

You arch your back as his fingers move inside your cunt. “Your cock too-” you mewl. “It looked. Unh-” you squeeze around his fingers.

“What?” Brict suckles your breast, tugging on it and shaking his head. “What about my dick?”

“It looks big,” you mewl.

Brict kisses your hard. “Really?” He grins. “Not seen a pickle that big around the royal castle?”

You bite your lip as you look into his heated eyes. “I’ve spied...a few times,” you admit. “Sometimes when the guards would bathe.” You stroke your palm down his chest and grasp his cock again. “Even soft-” you pant.

“Do you want me inside then?” Brict pulls his fingers out.

You nod. “I mean...we are sharing all this week,” you kiss him and lick his lips.

“Oof-” Brict grunts with a grin. “Now you’re really sure?” he asks as he nestled between your thighs. “This isn’t the wine talking is it?”

You shake your head and place your hands on his chest. “You impressed me,” you moan as you feel his cock sliding against your folds.

“Is that all it took?” Brict grunts as he moves into place. His cock slides up and down your slit, and you can hear your wetness as he sloshes about.

You grown and your lashes flutter. “I’m also really horny,” you confess.

Brict kisses your belly and breasts. “Let me cure that for you then.”

You bite your cheek as his cock spears inside. You groan and squeeze around him. Brict jerks, gasping for breath.

“Easy now,” he moans. “First time doing this.”

You gasp. “You’re a virgin.”

He moves slowly looking down and watching as your pussy takes him. “Yeah, or was,” he smirks. “I’ve been saving myself for the right person.”

You squeeze around him again. “I’ve only ever touched,” you moan. “You’re my first too.”

Brict bends down to kiss you, barely making your chin. “That makes me happy to hear.” he sits back up, rolling his hips. “Does this feel right?”

You nod. “Mm-hm,” you lock your legs around his waist. “Keep going.” You reach down, stroking your clit as he moves inside you.

You’re both panting and moaning, tangling together. At one point, you switch places. You straddle Brict’s hips, riding him. It takes you a while to figure out how to move and get a rhythm, but soon, you’re bouncing on him and liking it.

Brict’s hands grab your hips, and his fingers dig into your thighs. He rises up, arching his hips and meeting you. He drives himself inside, and you feel a heat quickening in your belly. You grind him inside, feeling the heat build.

Brict snarls and grunts. “I’m cumming,” he moans. “Oh god...I’m going to cum.”

You gasp and shudder, not really hearing him. You hear a roaring in your ears as the heat explodes from within. You cry out, clamping down around his cock right as he blows. You feel him surging inside you and looking down, you see his cum dribbling down his shaft.

You flop down onto the bed, curling into his chest.

“Wow,” Brict pants.

You giggle and kiss his chest and neck. “That was so good,” you stretch and wiggle your toes.

“Well, the bed is certainly warm now,” Brict sighs in triumph.

You reach down, feeling the sopping mess between your legs. Your vulva is hot and a little sore, but it feels so good. “You came a lot,” you sigh.

“Sorry,” he groans. “I should’ve asked.”

You kiss him then lick his ear making his body quiver. “I think I wanted it that way,” you purr.

Brict strokes your cheek and looks into your eyes. “Was that really ok?” He asks. “We’ve only been here a day, I didn’t expect things to happen so quickly.”

“Neither did I,” you whisper. “But my body-” you sigh. “I felt it so fast and so deep.” You kiss Brict again and then lay your head to his chest. “It was that love at first sight.”

“Hey,” he growls. “You only felt that after seeing me naked. What gives?” He bites the tip of your ear. “Did you only want me for my body?”

“No,” you mewl in protest. “Of course not. I think well...maybe I just needed to see all of you first. You looked so strange in uncomfortable in that suit yesterday. That wasn’t really you.” You pet down his body. “This is you.”

He grunts. “Ok, I’ll let that slide.” He rolls you over and nuzzles between your breasts and lays on them like a pillow. “Well, now what are we supposed to do all week?”

“You know exactly what we’re going to do,” you purr. “Until the water warms, we’re staying in this bed all cozy and warm.”

Brict chuckles. “Cozy and warm eh?” He squeezes your breast in his hand. “I’m starting to feel cozy again already.”

You wake up the next morning with your head on Brict’s chest. He’s snoozing soundly and doesn’t budge as you sit up. You stretch and yawn, hearing the waves crashing outside. You hear rain and wind and the whole room is chilled.

“Get back in bed,” Brict grumbles.

“It’s storming,” you murmur.

Brict throws you down in bed and tucks you in. “exactly. I’ll go light the fire. You stay here.” He kisses your cheek.

“Thank you,” you murmur to him.

Brict smiles at you, a dreamy look in his eyes before he leaves the room. “Always,” he whispers to you.

You snuggle back into the blankets and listen to the storm raging outside. When Brict returns, he smells a bit like ash. You open the covers for him and kiss him.

“No swimming today, I’m afraid,” Brict sighs.

“That’s ok,” you murmur as he lays his head on your breast. “I don’t feel like moving today.”