Gobling Girlfriend: Haydee (rough draft)

The stone Ifrits and the Goblins had a very close relationship. For years they had worked together under horrible conditions, and now in war, they had aligned their kingdoms to become one of the most impassible forces on the Eastern continent. Your home had been decimated by such war, and now, you were leading what remained of your town to the safety of this kingdom.

The high rock walls that now surrounded it were peppered by various stone Ifrit and Goblin guards. They watched from on high, or in strategic places along the ground. There wasn’t much left of your people, many had been wiped out during the battles, some had gone north, but you were convinced further north was the safest place to go.

Once you and your people reach the main gate to the kingdom of the Goblins, you meet with with a goblin who interviews each of you to assure you’re not spies or agents on the other side of this war.

“You will be sent to a village where you will be watch by the locals. They will assure us that you are refugees as you say. As the leader of these people-”

You cut off the goblinq quickly. “I accept responsibility. I know everyone here, most of them all my life. Should any of them have been hiding all this time, I accept punishment for not seeing it.”

“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 I am afraid. You will not have to wear them long, just 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 you 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 were a blacksmith in your home, you were taken in by a Goblin blacksmith and his family. 

The old Goblin reminded you of your own father, including the glasses and mustache he sported. “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 me. “Oh hush, young men like you never know what you want. I have several of you myself.”

He did have a large family, three sons and three daughters. His eldest girl was away, helping out another village where wounded had been brought in. You were told she would return soon.

You worked hard, placed close to the front where you were indeed watched by some of the women in the village. Even despite your shyness, you began to build a relationship with some. You were able to make friends, which helped solidify your place in the village.

One day, as you came in from work, the family was all gathered in the kitchen celebrating, the eldest daughter had returned home.

“Boy!” The old man said, “come meet my daughter Haydee!” He drags you into the room, placing you before her.

She had fluffy black hair that curled at the ends. Her bright brown eyes looked up at you, surrounded by thick lashes. Her ears were sharp, rising up from her hair and tipped with gold jewelry. She was dressed modestly, especially compared to you being half naked from the shop.

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 them 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 made that looks like a dragons neck and head. You pulled its wings and water would gush out from the well. You washed there, sitting on a smoothed stone. You washed your face and arms, under your pits. As you stand up to  rise your hair over the gutter, you realize you’re being watched.

From a second floor window, you see a curtain pulled open. You stiffen your back and stare at this 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, you’re met with chill from Haydee again. You’re sitting right next to her, and yet she takes extra precaution to ignore you and your presence. You just figure she’s uncomfortable with a human in her home. You join the family, as always, 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 cold.

You enjoy singing while playing lute, always have. 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, turning her pout into 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 get cold by morning, and you 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 a bun, letting the long waves and 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 are enemies?”

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

Haydee removes the shawl around her shoulders so that all she is wearing is a very thin nightgown. It was not the sort of thing to be worn on a cold night, you could see her dark nipples through the sheer fabric, it hugged her curves. It kept your eyes averted from her form, focusing on her eyes.

“What do you want from me, Haydee?”

She feins 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 laughing. “You’re tougher than I thought you would be.” She plucks the straps of her nightgown and lets it fall to the floor. She 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 so that you can smell the sweet scent wafting from her. Her hands rub up both your thighs. “But it is not why I invited you into my chambers, boy.”

You open your eyes, seeing a seductive and serious one in Haydees. “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 balk.

“I was trying to keep my cool and hide my excitement.” She straddles your lap and makes you put 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 do not think it would be wise.” You set Haydee back down on the ground and stand up. “You’re very beautiful, very tempting-” You clear your throat. “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 a bit. “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 was lovely, her body was a grand creation, but you needed this home and family right now, you didn’t want to ruin it.

As the days went on, Haydee was kinder towards you than your first meeting. She helped keep the shop clean, but she seemed to take issue with the other goblin women watching you work. She was a trained nurse, so often she was out of the house working for the local doctor. She also helped take care of your people, tending to old injuries, and helping get extra medicine to them.

On a late night when you’re waiting to restock the fire, she comes in late. Haydee comes and sits in the rocking chair near you, kicking off her boots and sighing heavily.

She grumbles and slouches down. “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 then leans into her palms and begins to cry.

The woman hadn’t been well since her husband had passed away in war. It was a miracle she gave birth at all. “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 upon 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 it soon melts to hurt. “I’ve tried to help. I’ve tried to stave it off-” She weeps again. “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 onto your shoulder. You stroke her back, letting the room remain silent and warm. Haydee eventually falls asleep in your arms, and you follow after her.

The next day you go and visit the woman, holding her baby as she struggles to breathe. She complains of horrible pain and a light shining in her eyes. The doctor who is there says there is a medicine that would help her, but due to the war, most of their supplies have been cut off.

You offer to go to the Obresh port and guard the supplies they need. You and few other of your village go, promising to return shortly. The night before you leave, the family you live with 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 in bed with you and lays with her head upon your chest.

“Thank you,” you whisper to her.

“You’re an idiot,” Haydee scoffs. “But you are a brave one.” She catches a whimper and holds it back. “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 you’re 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 becomes twice as dangerous now, but you’re willing to risk it to save these people.

The journey home is not easy, there are several attacks from bandits along the way, as well as the threat of enemy forces. Once you reach the mountains though, you have the safety of the stone Ifrits to rely on.

A few months have gone by, but the celebration the Goblins give upon your return, and their warm greeting, helps you to feel safe and at home. You help to 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, touching you in some way. Once the two of you are able to be 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 have not had a proper bath besides rivers since I left. 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 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 oils into your skin, wiping it away with water. She comes lower, wrapping her hand around your cock and stroking in the oils. 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 sack, wiping them clean. You then 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. Her mouth moves down, nibbling at your sack and teasing 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?”

“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, jade skin that looks so soft. “I did my damage then.” She takes your hands, making you touch her breasts and waist. She guides your hands between her small, strong legs to find her mound soaking wet.

Your fingers slip and slide along her lips, finding the taut bud at their apex. “How do you want me, Haydee?”

She shivers, biting her lip as you touch. “On your knees.” She points to the bed.

Haydee hops on to the edge, guiding you into place before her. Her lips are dark below, shining with her dripping desire. You lick her, kissing and inserting a finger inside. She grabs you tightly, sucking you finger in deeper as you lick her clit.

“Good boy,” she moans. “Just like that.” Her leg hooks around your neck and forces your closer. “Another finger. Yes! Good, so good.” She throws her head back, huffing and puffing. “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 tip 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 grows stronger.

“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 to 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 savour the heat rippling from her and through you. Her voice rasps as you go on, taking on a cadence of angelic innocence. She claws 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 tight to 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’m 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 then she tenses. Her mouth opens wide but no scream comes out. Inside, 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.

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

You breathe. “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.”