Goblin Girlfriend: Haydee (complete)

Male Reader / Female Monster (both cis)

The stone ifrits and the goblins had a very close relationship. For years they’ve worked together under horrible conditions, and in war they have aligned their kingdoms to become one of the most impenetrable forces on the Eastern continent. Your home has been decimated by the war, and now you are leading what remains of your town to the safety of this kingdom.

The high rock walls that surround it are bristling with stone ifrit and goblin guards. They watch from on high, or in strategic places along the ground. There isn’t much left of your people. Many of them were wiped out during the battles, and some have gone north, but you’re convinced that going further north is the safest option.

Once you and your people reach the main gate of the kingdom of the goblins, you are detained, and a goblin interviews each of you to evaluate whether you’re spies or agents on the other side of the war. “You will be sent to a village, where you will be watched by the locals. They will determine for us whether you are refugees, as you say. As the leader of these people...”

You cut off the goblin quickly. “I accept responsibility. I know everyone here, and I’ve known most of them all my life. Should any of them turn out to be enemy agents, I accept punishment for my lack of vigilance.”

“Strong words, young man. Perhaps uplifting, perhaps depressing. We shall see in the coming months, won’t we?” He hands you a necklace. “You and your people must wear these for the time being. You will have to wear them until we confirm the stories you have told.”

The necklace is a simple leather strand with a heavy metal hoop at the end. You put it on and return to your people, taking them to the village which will be hosting you. Each family is taken in by a goblin family. Since you are a blacksmith, you’re taken in by a goblin blacksmith and his family. The old Goblin reminds you of your own father, right down to the glasses and mustache he sports. “A strong young man like you ought to bring in all sorts of business for me. I’ll put you out front so the ladies can ogle you.”

“Sir?” you ask anxiously. “I want to work, not get ogled.”

He waves his hand at you. “Oh hush, young men like you never know what you want. I have several boys myself.”

He does have a large family, three sons and three daughters. His eldest girl is away, helping out another village where wounded have been taken in. You’re told she will return soon. You work hard, close to the front of the smithy, where you are indeed watched by some of the women in the village. Despite your shyness, you begin to make friends, which helps solidify your place in the village.

One day, as you come in from work, the family is all gathered in the kitchen celebrating. The eldest daughter has returned home.

“Boy!” the old man says, “come meet my daughter, Haydee!” He drags you into the room, placing you before her. She had fluffy black hair that curls at the ends, and her bright brown eyes are surrounded by thick lashes. Her sharp ears are tipped with gold jewelry, but she’s dressed modestly, while you’re still half-naked from the smithy.

Her gaze goes flat and she pouts. “This is him?”

Her father bobs his head excitedly. “Yes! He’s been a wonderful worker.”

“I see,” she says dismissively, and looks away. “I should go to my room and rest before supper. I’ll be better help tomorrow.” She kisses and hugs her family one last time before shuffling off to her room.

“I think she likes you,” her father says with a smile.

“No,” you sigh. “I don’t think there was any indication that she likes me. I’ll just go and wash up for supper.”

You go out back, where there is a spigot the old man fashioned into the shape of a dragon's head and neck. You pull its wings, and water gushes from the well. You wash there, sitting on a smoothed stone. You wash your face and arms, your underarms. As you stand up to  rinse your hair over the gutter, you realize you’re being watched.

In a second-floor window, you see a curtain pulled open. You straighten your back and stare at the window, but your watcher doesn’t flinch. You dump water over your head, and when you stand back up the curtains are drawn again.

That evening at dinner, Haydee gives you another cold reception. You’re sitting right next to her, but she takes extra care to ignore your presence. You just figure she’s uncomfortable with a human in her home. As always, after dinner you join the family after dinner to play music. Haydee sits close to the fire, her legs tucked up underneath her. The way the fire glows on her skin makes her look like a jade statue, beautiful but immovable.

You enjoy singing and playing the lute. It was something you used to do with your mother before the war struck your village. You notice Haydee watching you, her fingers fidgeting with the buttons on her collar. Her brown eyes meet yours, and her pout turns to a scowl. She looks away, but you keep singing.

You linger by the fire a bit longer. Sleep doesn’t come easy, so you watch the fireplace until it begins to smolder. You add more logs so the house won’t be cold by morning, and make your way back to your room. As you’re about to open the door, you see Haydee come out of her room with a candle. She beckons to you, crooking one of her fingers.

“Come here, boy,” she says coldly. “I need to talk with you alone.”

“It’s better than trying to hunt down sleep.” You follow her into her room, where she makes you sit down on a stool before her vanity. “Do you want to test me?” you ask.

“My father is infatuated with you. I just want to make sure he doesn’t get hurt.” She takes her hair down from her bun, letting the long ringlets fall over her shoulders.

You lay your hand over your chest. “I would never hurt your family, Haydee. Mine was taken from me, so I would never want that to happen, even to my enemies.”

Haydee smirks. “Are you saying we’re enemies?”

You frown. “You know what I was saying. If you want to trick me, I will play none of your games.”

Haydee removes the shawl around her shoulders, leaving her in a very thin nightgown. It’s not the sort of thing to be worn on a cold night. You can see her dark nipples through the sheer fabric, which drapes over her curves. You avert your eyes from her form, focusing on her eyes. “What do you want from me, Haydee?”

She feigns a pout. “You don’t want to look?”

A grimace grows on your face while you keep your eyes locked on hers.

She throws her head back and laughs. “You’re tougher than I thought you would be.” She plucks the straps of her nightgown and lets it fall to the floor, and stands there naked before you. She strokes her hands down her body, groping her breasts and hips.

“May I go to bed now, Haydee? This isn’t funny to me.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Don’t you want me?”

You close your eyes. “Please, Haydee, I just want to find some peace here. I won’t harm you or your family. I’ll protect you all with my life.”

“That’s good to know.” She steps closer, and you can smell the sweet scent wafting from her. Her hands rub up both your thighs. “But it’s not why I invited you into my chambers, boy.”

You open your eyes, seeing a seductive and serious look in Haydee’s. “Then out with it. Why am I here?”

Haydee smirks. “I’m fucking horny.”

Your chest feels as though it could explode. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve been working on the wounded and terrified for weeks. I come home and find my usual bed friend has gotten married.” She places herself in your lap. “Then I find a rather handsome man staying in my home.”

“I thought you hated me,” you protest.

“I was trying to keep my cool and hide my excitement.” She straddles your lap and guides your hands around her hips. “I’m asking you as nicely as I can. Would you like to fuck me?”

“That’s very nice.” Your voice cracks. “But I don’t think it would be wise.” You set Haydee back down on the floor and stand up. “You’re very beautiful, very tempting. But I shouldn’t fall to that temptation so quickly.”

“You’re hard!” Haydee giggles.

“My answer is no, Haydee. I would like to be your friend, but...”

Haydee wraps her shawl around herself. “That’s fine.” She frowns slightly. “We can be friends.”

“Yes, well... Good night, Haydee.” You leave her room, closing the door behind you. Your mind is racing and your gut is churning. One second longer and you would have given in. Haydee’s body is a grand creation, but you need this home and family right now. You don’t want to ruin it.

As the days go on, Haydee is kinder to you than your first meeting. She helps keep the smithy clean, but she seems to take issue with the other goblin women watching you work. She’s a trained nurse, so often she’s out of the house working for the local doctor. She also helps take care of your fellow refugees, tending to old injuries and helping get extra medicine to them.

On a late night, when you’re working to restock the fire, Haydee comes in late. She sits in the rocking chair near you, kicking off her boots and sighing heavily before she slouches. “One of your people had a baby today. A little girl.”

“The baby came?” you say excitedly.

“The mother is ill. She may not make it.” Haydee leans into her palms and begins to cry.

The woman hasn’t been well since her husband had passed away in the war. It’s a miracle she gave birth at all, instead of miscarrying. “Why are you crying?”

“I can’t do anything!” Haydee snaps. “I can’t save her. I can’t promise that baby...” Her tears pour down her face. “I hate this.”

You place your hand on her back. “I’ll go and visit with her tomorrow. Maybe if I know what she needs, I can go and find it.”

“Death has no cure!” Haydee looks up angrily at you, but the expression melts into hurt. “I’ve tried to help. I’ve tried to stave it off...” She continues to weep. “Will you hold me, boy?”

You offer the seat beside you, and she rushes to it. She puts her arms around you and you hug her in return, letting her sob into your shoulder. You stroke her back, sitting in the silent warmth of the room. Haydee eventually falls asleep in your arms, and you follow after her.

The next day you go and visit the refugee mother, holding her baby as she struggles to breathe. She complains of horrible pain and a light shining in her eyes. The doctor present says there is a medicine that could help her, but the supply has been cut off by the conflict. You offer to go to the Obresh port and personally escort the medicines they need. You and a few others from your village set out, promising to return shortly. The night before you leave, your host family has a large feast, and you’re given gifts for the journey.

That night, as you lay in bed, your door opens and Haydee comes into the room. She crawls into bed with you and lays with her head upon your chest. “Thank you,” you whisper to her.

“You’re an idiot,” Haydee scoffs. “But a brave one.” She whimpers briefly. “I cannot promise I will let you sleep soundly when you return.”

You chuckle. “Are you still on that?”

“Stupid boy,” she laughs. “I will have you as more than my bed friend upon your return. I will have all of you.”

“You’re terrifying, Haydee, but I suppose all future wives are.”

Haydee rises up, giving you a hard kiss. Her small hand touches your face. “Come back to me. Let us do this right.”

You kiss her in return. “I promise.”

You head for Obresh early in the morning, leaving Haydee asleep in your bed. The journey is longer than the one you took to get to the goblin kingdom leaving Sothen. Obresh is pretty bleak - most of it has been taken over, and the locals have been sending out refugees where they can. Knowing you and your group are heading for the goblin kingdom, you are asked to take refugees with you, many of whom are women and children. The journey will be twice as dangerous now, but you’re willing to risk it to save these people.

There are several attacks from bandits along the return trip, as well as the threat of enemy forces. Once you reach the mountains, you have the safety of the stone ifrits to rely on.

When you return, a few months have gone by, but the celebration the Goblins throw upon your return makes you feel safe and at home. You get the new refugees settled before heading back home. There you are met with drink and food, and for the first time in a long while, you feel a part of a family.

Haydee embraces you, standing by your side all evening, giving you small touches. Once the two of you are alone, she pulls you down for a kiss. “I am so happy to see you, stupid boy.” She kisses you all over. “I was so scared I would never see you again. You never even said goodbye.”

You kiss her softly, picking her up and carrying her down the hall. “What good would goodbye do? Had they been our last words, I would take great comfort in the ones you spoke before we fell asleep.

“It’s been months. Perhaps my intentions have changed,” she teases.

You carry Haydee to her room. “If so, I will tuck you into bed and leave you be.” You set her down, and she grabs your hands. “So tell me, what do you want from me?”

“Take off your pants and lie down.”

You smirk. “I’ve only bathed in rivers since I left. Are you sure?”

Haydee rolls her eyes. “Come here, then.” She motions to the basin on her vanity. It’s filled with water warmed by the fire. “Take off everything.”

You strip down to nothing, standing before her in the glow of the candles. Her eyes grow wide, and a devious smirk curls her lips. “Sit down, boy.” She takes a wet cloth to your skin. “You have cuts.”

You look over your shoulder at her. “There were lots of bandits.”

“Still.” Her fingers trace scars and scabs. “Are you alright?”

“I am now.” You stretch your neck as the wet cloth glides over you. She rubs oil into your skin, wiping it away with water. Then she descends, wrapping her hand around your cock and stroking in the oil. You hold your breath and close your eyes, feeling her hand and breath upon you.

“Haydee,” you moan.

“Be quiet, boy. Just enjoy your bath.” She spills water over your cock and testicles, wiping them clean. You feel her lips, her tongue, and she takes you into her mouth. Opening your eyes, you see her between your legs, her lips wrapped around your shaft, her hands pressed against your thighs. “Wow,” you breathe. “Haydee.” You cup the back of her head, coiling your fingers through her hair.

Haydee moans against you, sucking and licking. She nibbles at your sack and teases it. Her brown eyes flick up to you, filled with enough lust to make your head go blank. She giggles as she weighs your balls in her hand. “You’re heavy. How long has it been since you got to empty this purse?”

“A long time,” you gulp. “Not since that first night you tried to seduce me.”

She grins, standing and stripping away her clothes. “So you came thinking about me, huh?” She stands naked before you, and her jade skin looks so soft. “I did my damage, then.” She takes your hands, making you touch her breasts and waist, then guides your touch between her small, strong legs to find her mound soaking wet. Your fingers slide along her labia, finding the bud at their apex. “How do you want me, Haydee?”

She shivers, biting her lip as you touch. “On your knees.” Haydee points to the bed. She hops onto the edge, guiding you into place before her. Her labia are dark, shining with her dripping desire. You lick her, kissing and inserting a finger. She grabs you tightly, pulling your finger in deeper as you lick her clit.

“Good boy,” she moans. “Just like that.” Her leg hooks around your neck and forces you closer. “Another finger. Yes! Good, so good.” She throws her head back, huffing and panting. “There! There!” Her leg tightens. She twitches and inside she throbs, convulsing strongly. She flops back onto the bed, breathing hard.

You wipe your mouth and rise. You pull her legs close and angle yourself so your cock slides between her lips. Haydee moans contentedly. “Yes, finally. Mark me.”

You press your penis inside. “Haydee, I’m trembling.”

“Horny thing.” Haydee opens her arms wide to you, pulling you into her arms. You slip deeper inside her, making her stretch open to accept you. She cries out into your ear, losing her breath while her embrace tightens. “What a stallion you are,” she whispers. “Do I feel like I was made for you?”

You shiver through your nod. “I never knew this feeling until you, Haydee.”

Her back arches off the bed, pressing her body into yours. “Do what you want to me now,” she purrs, “just as long as you leave every drop of yourself with me.”

You gulp and grab hold of her legs, moving yourself slowly out of her. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll come.” You plunge back in.

“That’s what I want!” she mewls. “Come for me, boy.”

You drive yourself inside her, taking your time to savor the heat rippling from her and through you. Her voice rises as you go on, taking on a cadence of angelic innocence. She rakes her fingers down your back, making you arch with pleasure. You swell, nearly bursting, and you still yourself just long enough to catch your breath.

Haydee whines in protest. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I’m not ready for it to end.” You pull out of her slowly, and she grips your arms. “I want to make this last as long as possible.”

Haydee pouts. “It’s getting cold.” She rolls her hips.

You slip your fingers back inside her and kiss her breasts. “Give me a moment.”

She trails her fingers through your hair. “You silly boy,” she coos.

You kiss her softly, placing your cock back inside her. She mewls and squeezes around you. Her lashes flutter, giving her the sweetest expression. “Haydee,” you whisper. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Don’t talk like that,” she coos. “I’ll come again.”

You kiss her, slipping your hand under her back to prop her up. “Come with me then,” you pant. “Let your end become mine. Let me feel you surge all around me. I want you to come. I want to see you do it. I want to see that beautiful body writhe for me.”

Haydee’s eyes roll back, and she thrusts her head into the pillows. Each thrust you push into her makes her whimper and moan. Her breasts sway and she tenses. Her mouth opens wide but no scream comes out. Her inner walls convulse again, pulling you deeper, begging for you. You cry out, thrusting harder and harder until you spill. You come for her, inside her, pulling out and letting your seed spill on her breasts and belly. Haydee smirks, licking her lips as her hand cups around her mound.

“Come here. Let me clean you.” She makes you sit near her head so she can suck the last of your seed. Her moan makes you tremble, but soon, your purse is empty.

Lying next to her, you feel alive, and all you want to do it please her. She keeps her hand over her mound for a while, and then she touches the seed spilled on her body. “So much.”

You sigh. “I’ll clean you up. Just give me a moment.”

“It’s alright.” Haydee smirks as she stretches. “I haven’t felt this good in so long.”

You roll over and kiss her. “I’ll build us a home, Haydee, and once I do, I’ll carry you over the threshold as my bride.”

She smirks. “Aren’t you going to ask first?”

“I need to talk to your parents.” You smooth the hair out of her face. “But yes, if everything is okay with you, will you marry me?”

“The moment I saw you, I had no other intention than becoming your wife.” She smiles and curls up close to you. “Our home will be strong and warm, and I will command it.”

You chuckle. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”