Goblin Girlfriend: Siegna (complete)

Male Reader x Female Monster 

It’s quite cold out, and I can smell rain coming. There is a village up ahead, and hopefully there’s an inn there, or at least somewhere we can get a roof over our heads. My wife and I have been traveling for a few days now, and I know sleeping on the hard ground is getting to her. She’s been brooding lately, but I know she’s not going to complain outright about it.

“Hopefully we’ll be able to get some hot food, too,” I say, trying to lift her spirits.

Siegna sighs, brushing her hair back from her face. “I hope so. Even if we have to wait out the rain in a tavern all night, I’m fine with that, Valerio.” She smiles up at me. “Maybe we can snuggle up in a booth.”

I bend and kiss her cheek. “I’d much prefer a bed. But if that’s all we have, I’ll take it.”

Once we get into the village it starts to rain, little soft droplets at first. We find a tavern with rooms to rent, a lucky break. I’m excited to be able to sleep in a bed for once, especially since it’ll mean Siegna will be comfortable. “I’ll show you to your room so you can unload your equipment,” the barmaid says. She looks at me with a smile, but when she looks at Siegna it fades. “Will you be needing two beds?”

“No, no,” I laugh. “We’re married. We’ll happily share a bed!”

Siegna grabs my hand. “Happily,” she says with a huff.

The barmaid smiles at me again. “How nice.” She takes us upstairs, showing us to one of the rooms before handing me the key. “If you need anything at all, sir, come and find me. I’ll be happy to help you with anything at all.”

Siegna takes the key from me and unlocks the door. “Do you get paid for every comment you make?” She tosses my bag into the room.

I give the barmaid a smile. “Thanks, but we’ll be okay. We’re just happy to have a roof over our heads for the night. We’ve been having to camp for a while, so we’re both on edge.”

The barmaid giggles. “If you need water for a bath, I’d be happy to bring it to you.”

“Yes, go get it,” Siegna snaps, grabbing my arm and pulling me after her. “Come along now, husband,” she says pointedly, “lets go get something to eat.”

“Sounds good. And yes, bring some water so we can wash off after our meal.”

Siegna gives me a sharp tug, taking me back down stairs into the taven. She frowns up at me, jaw clenched. “I’m hungry.” She plops down at a table and looks around with a sulky glare.

“I’m looking forward to that bed tonight. It looked big.”

“It’s not big enough for three,” Siegna grumbles under her breath.

I furrow my brow. “What?”

“Nothing.” She waves down another barmaid, asking for beer and a big bowl of potato and ham stew. I ask for the same. She keeps glaring off behind me, as if watching my back for an enemy attack.

“Love, relax. We’re out of the rain somewhere warm, and there’s no reason to be on your guard.”

“Oh yeah?” She sits up straight in her chair and tosses her hair over her shoulder. “You think there’s nothing to be worried about?”

I shake my head, confused by her sudden defensiveness. “No, I don’t. Is everything okay?”

Siegna sighs, slouching her shoulders. “For now, it is. Let’s just hope it stays that way.”

I smile at her. “Tell you what - after our bath, I’ll give you a backrub.”

“If I feel like it.” A slight smile appears on Siegna’s face. I love the way her cheeks darken and how she fiddles with her hair, coiling a lock around one finger, letting it go, then grasping it again. It reminds me of when we first met. She would play with her hair when she talked to me, her eyes bright and her skin the color of sage leaves.

But then Siegna’s smile fades, and her glare returns. I look up as the barmaid from before arrives with our food. “Here you go!” she says brightly. “Anything else I can get for you?”

“‘Anything’, she says,” Siegna grumbles under her breath. She grabs her drink and gulps it down.

“No, ma’am,” I say brightly. “Bless you for all your help tonight, though.”

“I made sure to get the bathwater to your room,” she says to me. “I even added some rosewater for you, sir.”

Siegna smacks her lips loudly and slams her stein down onto the table.

“My wife loves rosewater. That was very kind.”

The barmaid looks at Siegna and chuckles. “Yes, very good then. She’s lucky to have a husband like you. I know I would count my blessings if I was married to you.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Siegna replies. “You’re over here talking to other people’s husbands rather than finding your own.”

The barmaid laughs, but it sounds a little forced. “How funny!” She still doesn’t quite look directly at Siegna. “Have a good night, and like I said...”

“Anything, yes, he heard you.” Siegna waves her off.

I frown at her as the barmaid walks away. “This isn’t like you.”

She stabs her spoon into her stew. “I know you’re sweet, my love, but you can’t be that stupid.” She begins to eat her food, chewing on a particularly large chunk of potato.

I take a drink, then set my glass down. “What are you talking about?”

“Just about anything,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes. “I’m tired. Hurry up and eat so we can get to bed.”

I’m not sure what’s bothering her. Maybe her back is hurting from sleeping on the ground so often. I knew I should have brought the cot along, but she was worried it would make my pack too heavy. “Yeah, I’m tired too. I suppose a good night’s rest will make everything better.”

We eat and head upstairs. The food and drink have already helped me to feel warm and sleepy, but Siegna still seems bothered. When we get to our room, she goes to the bed and starts to undress, tossing her boots aside in a huff.

“That was some good stew, wasn’t it?” I take my time removing my boots and some of my leather armor. “And the room is warm, too.”

“Yeah,” Siegna huffs.

I walk over to inspect the water. “Get undressed. I’ll help you wash up.”

Siegna pulls her hair to the side and starts to braid it. “No, thanks. I’d rather just go to bed.”

“It has rosewater in it.”

Siegna pouts and turns aside. “I don’t like rosewater.” She fumbles with her braid, which is something I usually do before we go to bed.

“Here, let me do that for you.” I sit down on the bed behind her and take her hair. She remains silent as I start to braid it properly. “I thought you’d be excited for a bath. Getting nice and clean, smelling soft and sweet.” I kiss the nape of her neck. “Then snuggling up under the covers.”

“Stop it.” She pushes my face away. “Your beard is scratchy.”

I rub my jaw. “I thought you liked my beard.” I frown at her. “You’ve been acting weird all night. Things were fine until we got here.”

“It’s nothing. I’m tired and want a good night’s sleep.” She crawls under the blankets and rests her head on the pillow, turning to face the wall.

I stand up and take my shirt off. “I’m going to bathe. You can do what you like.” I go over to the basin and take a rag, mopping my armpits and chest.

“You can do anything you want.”

“What do you...” I stop myself. The barmaid! I hadn’t noticed it all before, but now it was so obvious. I lay the damp rag aside and crawl into bed. Siegna keeps her back turned to me, but I come up behind her to snuggle. She doesn’t move when I touch her, she just pretends to sleep. I kiss her shoulder, and rub the small of her back before I put my arms around her. “Why would I want anything else, when I have the most beautiful emerald in the treasure chest right before me? You don’t need to be jealous of anyone, my love.”

Siegna’s lip curls as she sneers, keeping her eyes shut. “She kept fawning over you and thrusting those huge, stupid boobs in your face. You really didn’t notice that?”

I kiss her cheek and she kicks, hitting my knee. “You know I don’t like them big.” I kiss down her neck, gently biting her skin.

She moans, stretching her neck so I have my access. “She did everything except present her pussy to you as a snack.”

I snort and laugh against her shoulder. “I don’t need a snack when I have a feast.” I slip my hand under her tunic. “You don’t need to be jealous. I only have eyes for you.”

Siegna pouts, looking guilty. “I wasn’t jealous.”

I place my hand on her small breasts. “Then what was it?”

Her mouth parts and she whimpers at my touch. Biting her lip, she fights to keep her composure. “I wasn’t...” she mewls.

I turn her head towards me as she opens her eyes, and kiss her hungrily as she wiggles her ass against my lap. I moan into her ear, letting her know just how starved I am. “Before we go to sleep, let me wipe you down just a little.” I pull her tunic over her head so she’s naked against the sheets, and bite her shoulder before I get up to fetch the rag. I dip it and wring it out before returning to her. Siegna is lying on her back with her knees slightly pulled up, and I smile down at her, salivating at the sight of my beautiful wife. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lip is trapped between her sharp teeth. I massage the rag into her skin, caressing under her breasts, sweeping it down her arms. I spread her knees, wiping her thighs before pressing her mound.

“What’s this?” I look down between her legs. “There’s a bigger mess here than I thought.” I toss the rag aside and kneel, kissing her chest, nibbling along her ribs.

Siegna giggles and turns her head. “Oh, grow up!”

I spread her legs more, kissing the curls at her loins before stopping. Using my fingers I spread her plump mound, seeing dark green lips glossy with her desire. “You can’t see it yet, my love, but I’ve grown quite a lot.”

She presses her foot against my face. “You boy!” she laughs.

I swipe her foot away, leaning in to kiss those wet lips. I lap my tongue against her, tasting how sweet and ripe she is. Above me, Siegna moans and arches her neck. She reaches down with one hand, grabbing a fistful of my dark hair. “Valerio,” she whimpers sweetly.

I moan against her, letting her know just how much I’m enjoying the dampness of her folds, the softness of her thighs around my ears. Even her grip on my hair is arousing. My cock rubs into the soft bed, eager to be planted deep inside her. But first I want to make her unravel with my kisses and cry out my name, begging for more. I slip my fingers inside her, letting her tightly coil around them. I reach up with my other hand, stroking her chest and feeling her hummingbird heart.

“Valerio,” she whimpers. “Oh, god!”

I kiss her clit, feeling her pulse each time I do. I circle my tongue around it, teasing her while my fingers crook gently inside. Her hips thrash and rise off the bed, so I know she is eager for more. I kiss her clit again, this time sucking slowly. She keens above me, voice cracking as she whines. She pulls harder at my scalp, but I know that means she wants me to keep going.

I move my fingers faster inside her and suckle on her sweet bud, growling hungrily. Her voice rises, panting, moaning, before breaking into a single sharp cry. Her hips gyrate, and I know to relent when she kicks against my cheek But I keep my fingers inside her, moving them slowly as she throbs around them.

Her face is flushed, and she breathes heavily, watching me with a sort of drunken stare. I rise and strip off the rest of my clothes. Her eyes soften and her lips purse as she watches me. I come up beside her, placing my cock against her lips so she can kiss it, licking along the shaft. Her eyes flick up to me as she lifts her head, taking the tip of my cock into her mouth.

I moan and throw my head back. “Siegna.”

She swirls her tongue, kissing down the shaft again. She kisses my belly and licks my skin before she giggles and turns around, lifting her ass and presenting it to me. “You can do anything to me,” she teases.

“Anything?” I chuckle. I rub my hands over her soft rear, cupping it firmly in my hands. I spread her open to see her tight asshole and her dripping mound. I pull her back against me, rubbing my cock against her buttocks and thighs. I slip down, pressing my cock between her thighs and rubbing the end against her vulva.

Siegna reaches between her legs, pressing the tip so it starts to go inside her. “You look so big right now.”

I push slowly. “You make me feel big.”

“Oh, yes!” she breathes happily.

I stroke my hand down her back, grabbing her neck. “You like that, my love?” Siegna grunts in reply, squeezing tight around me. I chuckle, pushing deeper before pulling out. Siegna whines, digging her fingers into the sheets. I wrap her braid around my fist, pulling her up until she’s on all fours, then lean over her, putting my hand around her throat as I kiss her cheek. “Is my beard too scratchy now?”

She thrusts back against me, wanting me to fuck her. “No,” she whimpers.

I moan into her ear, nibbling her lobe. “You feel so good, my love.”

“You too!” she bleats.

I slowly move my hips, meeting her eager thrusts. “I only ever want this,” I breathe. “Only you. You don’t need to fear another living creature taking my attention.”

Siegna whimpers, biting her lips as I move deep inside her. She’s so soft, so warm, and her inner walls cling to me. I never want to leave this closeness.

“Valerio,” she whimpers.

“I know,” I whisper to her. I pull away and lay her back against the bed. Spreading her legs, I press myself inside her again, letting her wrap her legs around me. I kiss her and her fingers tangle in my hair. I thrust harder, feeling her throb around me, begging me to go deeper. She cries out against my mouth as her back arches off the bed. Her whole body tenses, going tight, tighter, and then releasing. She bucks and thrusts, growling between clenched teeth. My eyes roll back, and in her ecstasy I find mine.

“Inside me!” she begs. “Come! Come!”

I give her everything, every drop I can muster. She grins in satisfaction, falling against the bed with me clutched tight in her arms. She snuggles to my chest, giggling happily ing the afterglow surrounding us. After a moment, she snuggles up against my back, planting soft kisses here and there. “I’m sorry,” she coos.

“For what?” I ask, still quite breathless.

“For acting so bitchy,” she grumbles. “I didn’t mean to behave that way.”

I smile to myself, rolling over so I can kiss her. “You were tired. I’ll forgive you.”

She grabs my beard, gently stroking it. “I really love you, you know that right?” Her fingers stroke up my cheek and pet under my eye.

“More than anything,” I whisper.

She smiles at me, looking very much like the lovestruck girl I married. “Now, what do you say?”

“I wanna feast again,” I grin.

She laughs and shakes her head. “Before that! What else are you supposed to say,Valerio? It’s what I want to hear most.”

I dip down, kissing her lovingly and tender. I pull back, looking dreamily into her beautiful face. How could I ever possibly love anyone more than her. After all these years, and I still feel like a stupid boy when I am around her. “I love you, more than anything else.”

“Please,” she snickers, “stop saying anything. But that is exactly what I wanted to hear.”