Goblin Boyfriend: Avil (complete)

You’re traveling up the high craggy mountain slopes towards the Goblin Kingdom of Freyside. Due to current conditions of the entire Empire, there are Golem guards everywhere. The Goblins and Golems had always been close allies, but due to the threat of the Blood Mage, Freyside and the Golems of Dimgrin had joined their kingdoms together for protection.

Your family’s troop was invited to perform for the coronation of King Brict and his Queen. You were a tad nervous, after all Freyside and Dimgrin were both so close to Gravelmeuse where the Blood Mage resided, but you had to put that out of your head. After all, performers were there to make people forget their troubles. 

Once at Freyside castle, you were able to relax a bit. The Goblins were all excited and happy to celebrate their new king. They were hospitable, if not a bit strange. You had heard that Goblins were a bit more natural and uninhibited than most. This was true, in fact you were relieved by that fact. As a fire dancer you wore quite dramatic outfits, most were very revealing. You often felt a bit out of place wearing them after shows to greet people. But the Goblins, if anything, wore even less than you did. 

You were to be assigned a guard during your stay, someone who would stayed close by you and protect you should anything happen. The Goblins and Golems had seen what happened to the neighboring lands and were being extra precautious. One morning, your breakfast was delivered along with your new guard.

“I’m Avil, fair maiden,” he says and bows low.

“Fair maiden?” You giggle as you look him over. He’s wearing light armor, mainly a single chest plate across his heart. There were then leather straps down his shoulders and back, showing off his well built stomach. He also had on a leather belt with straps ornate with metal beads and rivets. His skin was dark green with lighter mottled patches along his chest and arms. His hooked nose looked like it’d been broken and set that way. He had several rings in his sharp ears, each of them a different color and size. 

But it was Avil’s eyes you found yourself drawn to. They were a sort of smoky amber color that, when he looked at you, made you feel something stir inside. He didn’t just look at you or through you, no, it felt like Avil saw something more when he gazed at you. 

“What would you prefer I call you?” Avil asks as he raises up. His eyes are still fixated upon you. 

“Anything but that,” you smirk. Right now you’re dressed in a short robe, showing off more legs than you’ve got. You sit down at the table and start to dig into your breakfast. Avil stands by the door, holding his spear in one hand while the other is placed against his lower back. 

“Have you eaten?” You wave a piece of fresh bread at him.

“I’ve been up since before the sun rose, young lady,” Avil replies.

You tilt your head to the side and scoff. “Young lady?”

“I’m trying, ok? I really don’t know what to call someone of your-” his hand leaves his back and he waves it towards you as he struggles. “Your...you.”

“I’m a fire dancer,” you chuckle. “You don’t need to call me anything fancy except my own name.”

Avil stiffens up a bit, and he turns his head away. “You still deserve to be called a respectable title.”

Along with his eyes, you like the way his voice sounds. “What should I call you? Knight? Good sir? You there?”

A smirk curls the corners of his mouth and Avil glances back at you. “You there will work just fine.”

You duck your head down and laugh, realizing you’re blushing like the fair maiden he said you were. “That was supposed to be the joke.”

“And I made you the butt.” His smile is sexy and alluring, and you realize you already have a crush on your personal guard.

“Must you stand by the door, you there?” You wave him over. “You can come sit with me can’t you? Or will there come a point you have to remain emotionless and unresponsive?”

“If someone were to attack, I wouldn’t be able to protect you right away. Standing here I can think quick, but sitting near and gazing at you will make my reflexes slow,” Avil explains. 

Crap, you like him a lot already. You glance down at your bread, realizing you’ve smeared way too much jam on it. “Well, what about when I practice today?”

His thick brow arches upward. “I’ll still stand at the best point of access. Why do you ask?”

You bite into your overly jammed bread and some of it dribbles onto your chin. “Oh shit,” you lick at the corner of your mouth. As you do you notice Avil’s eyes smolder a little more intensely. “I’ll be playing with fire.” You mop yourself up.

“I can’t wait to see it,” Avil replies.

How is he so effortless? You think to yourself as you finish your food. He seems to be so sexy without a thought. After you finish eating, you shoo him outside while you change. You slip into something comfortable to practice in, a wrap top that loops around your chest and neck, then a pair of high-waisted shorts. As you step out of your room with your things, you see several Goblins walking around practically naked. Only the staff and knights kept on clothes regularly, so everyone you saw in the buff was a royal or noble. 

“I love how comfortable the Goblins are.” You try to strike up a conversation with Avil as you make your way towards the performance hall. “I’m used to people thinking I’m the shocking one for how I dressed.”

“You’re considered reserved for dressing like that,” Avil responds. “For years, Goblins were slaves or worse in the world. When the Golems helped us in our liberation, and when Veleryn was taken, we were able to be ourselves. We dropped our shackles and chains and realized that the sun on our skin was what we longed for. So we no longer hide ourselves from it.”

You smile down at Avil. “That’s beautiful. I don’t blame you.”

“It hasn’t been that long ago, which is the scary part.” Avil shakes his head. “And now-” he growls low and his fist squeezes tight onto his spear.

You step into the performance hall where most of your family has already begun setting up. You set your bag down and start assembling your props from inside. You then start to stretch to prepare. You bend over and lay on the ground, stretching your hands out beyond your legs. You then sit up, twisting your leg up and over to your shoulder. You then look to Avil, whose smoldering gaze is fixated on you and your body. 

“How are you doing that?” His brow is pinched as he takes a short step closer.

You stand up and stretch one leg all the way out. “Just used to it.”

Avil’s eyes follows along the lines of your leg and up the curve of your back. “Remarkable.”

You wink at him. “You could bend me into any shape you wanted.”

Avil glares at you and you have to set both feet on the ground because you were laughing so hard. “Do not give me ideas, lovely.”

Your heart shudders at his new name for you. You glance at him and lick your lips slowly while he watches. “You there,” you giggle, “hand me that chain there.”

Avil bends over, picking up an item that looks like a mace made of rope. The stiff handle is attached to chain with rope tied at the end. 

“What are you going to do with that?” Avil asks you.

You touch the rope to a torch and it catches fire. You then start to dance, neither practicing nor focusing on your routine, but rather trying to seduce Avil. Your little crush was growing ever stronger, and if you could, you wouldn’t mind sharing a few stolen nights with Avil. 

The following evening you were to perform for the King and Queen. You were dressed in one of your best costumes where the skirt is long and flowing, made up of many sheer scarves. Your top is a scarf looped around your neck and then cover your breasts, they were small enough it worked, but your nipples showed through. Your mother did your makeup, and soon you were on stage. 

You performed first with your siblings, doing dances and tumbling acts before your father came out and breathed fire. His fire then lit your batons and maces so that your fire dancing began. Your siblings left the stage after a time, and you were out there alone for your solo. They lit a ring of fire around you that you used to ignite your other tools. 

After your dance you were exhausted, but your blood was boiling. The Goblins enjoyed the act so much they invited you and your family to stay longer and perform for the public; not just the royal family. You were excited to hear your parents gladly accept the offer. You started planning a new act right away.

One evening you were returning to your room after a performance. You bid goodnight to your family as you went to your door. You noticed Avil wasn’t at his usual spot, but you were ready to wash your face and climb into bed. You stepped into your dark room and heard deep breathing. There was a gasp and a low moan followed by a hiss. You hesitated there, and as you opened the door more the light fell over you bed where there was Avil. His skirt was pushed aside as he clutched his cock in his fist.

“Close the door!” He shouts at you.

You shut it fast and you were trapped in the shadows together. Avil was catching his breath, snarling even. “You weren’t supposed to see this.”

“I highly doubt I was.” You press your back against the door. “You do this often?”

Avil moans and he snarls something under his breath. “No. I give in once and it bites me in the ass.”

“I haven’t bitten you yet,” you chuckle to try and break the tension. “Look, I get urges, I know how that goes. But uhm...next time maybe don’t use my bed?” You walk slowly through the shadows towards the bed. “Unless I’m also in it.”

Avil snarls. “What?”

You feel the edge of the bed and run your fingers over it. You then find Avil’s leg and run your palm up it as he jerks. You caress up his strong thigh and you find his wrist, his hand still clutching his dick. Avil’s breath hitches but he doesn’t move. You dip down, finding your way through darkness and lick his tip ever so slowly. His moan is loud and sudden and his hips jolt.

You ease down further, taking him into your mouth and sucking him slowly. You crawl up in bed and run your hand up his chest and curve your fingers around his neck. You moan against him and his hand moves away. His sharp nails drag along your scalp and to the back of your neck.

“Oh fuck,” Avil whispers. “That’s good, oh fuck.” He hips start to move and his fingers tighten in your hair. “Oh-” his voice breaks. “You’re so lovely. You’re so good.”

You giggle and let him pop from your mouth. “Tell me, why my bed.” You take off his skirt and kiss his hips and belly. 

“It smelled like you,” Avil moans.

You lick his neck and nibble at his jaw. “Were you imagining this?”

“Mm,” Avil moans as you lay on top of him. “Not even close,” he growls. 

You kiss him as his cock rubs against your thigh. His strong hands explore your body in the darkness. He pushes through your skirt to find your hips and thighs, his palms glide up and grope your ass tight.

“Take this fucking thing off.” Avil tugs at your skirt.

You giggle and sit up and wiggle from the skirt. “You do this to all the girls you guard?” You dip back down and kiss him hungrily.

Avil moans. “I usually stay professional. But you made it hard.”

You stroke his cock and laugh. “Made you hard.”

Avil growls and bites your shoulder. “Yes. Exactly.”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you,” you whisper in his ear. “Can I light a candle?” You kiss his neck and chest and find both his nipples are pierced. 

“Yes, please,” Avil moans.

You wrap a blanket around yourself and take a candle into the hall. Standing on tiptoe you light the candle from the torch by the door. Slipping back inside, you lock the door and set the candle back by the bed. It’s enough light you can see each other, but the mystery is still there.

Avil sits up as you sit beside him. His fingers brush between your breasts as you drop the blanket around you. He leans in, kissing each one before his hot tongue laps over them. He moans against your skin, pushing you down as his kisses go lower and lower.

His fingers sink between your thighs and finds the dripping mess of your mound. His chuckle is dark and dangerous and his tongue circles in your belly button.

“You’re so wet already.” His fingers rub your vulva before going any further.

“Gee, I wonder why.” You bite your lip and look down at him. “Catching you was quite the treat.”

His long, purple tongue licks along your slit, pushing inside enough that your lips cling to him. He then hits your sensitive bud and you shudder. Avil’s finger open you up and his tongue swirls around your clit again. Your voice hitches and you tangle your fingers in his dark hair.

“I’ve been imagining you touching yourself,” he whispers against your thigh. “I never dreamed I’d get to touch and taste you.”

You moan and catch your breath. “You can do so much more to me.”

Avil kisses your thigh then your mound. He kisses your clit as his fingers slip inside you. His tongue laps over your clit before his lips suction onto you. He sucks and you cry out. You pull his hair hard, and he growls and snarls against you. His fingers press inside, pulling from you something deep and ravaging. You lock him between your thighs, squeezing them against his ears as your body is racked with tremors. 

You fall to the bed gasping and shuddering while he rises. A dark laugh fills the room and you watch his long tongue licks his lips clean. He moves on top of you, his hard cock pressing between your slit.

“Hurry-” you gasp.

Avil tilts his head to the side. “Hurry?” He ruts himself against you and your sensitive clit. “What’s to hurry?”

You want him inside and to feel more of him. “Well-” You thoughts swirl with all the things you want him to do to you. You stroke your palm down his back and grope his ass and urge him forward.

“You’re so lovely,” he whispers.

Your heart shudders and you nod to him. “Then kiss me.”

Avil smirks and dips down, kissing you as he finally slips inside. You gasp and open your lips, letting his tongue inside. His cock is hard and thick, it curves slightly, giving you a pleasurable new sensation. 

“Fuck,” Avil’s hips tremble a moment. “You feel too good.”

You wrap your arms around him. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Hold on.” Avil grabs your legs and pushes them back so your knees are near your ears. He then smirks and he sees you bent to his whims. “Comfortable?”

You nod. “Uh-huh.”

Avil starts to move, pushing himself deep inside you then pulling out. His eyes look down, watching himself go in and out of you. You squeeze around him, wanting to feel more. Avil starts to grunt, each thrust another loud sound from his lips. You gasp and moan and your toes begin to curl.

“I’m going to cum,” Avil snarls. “I’m close.”

You bite your lip and close your eyes. You focus on him inside you, his thickness opens you and the curve rubs against a sensitive spot. You gasp and shudder. “Oh gods-” you mewl.

Avil chuckles. “I can feel you,” he whispers. “Do you want me to cum for you?”

You cry out and lower your legs, wrapping them around Avil’s waist.

Inside his cock throbs and trembles. He snarls loudly and starts rutting harder and faster. You drag your fingers down his back and throw your head back against the pillows.

Avil roars and shudders. Deep inside you feel his heat flow and it seeps out. He falls against you, his head against your breast. You lay together like this, tangled and sated.

Avil sits up a moment later, pushing his hair away from his face. He glances down at you and a soft smile spreads across his lips. “You look smug.”

You chuckle. “Yeah well-” you sigh contentedly. “That’s what a good row will do to a person.”

Avil gets up and pours a glass of water. He downs it quickly then fills it again.

“You there,” you beckon. “Give me a glass.”

He brings it over to you and kisses you. “Yes, lovely.”

You kiss him and run your fingers through his hair. “Is this a one time thing or-” you take a sip as his eyes focus on you.

“Many times after this,” he snarls in your ear. “I have yet to see all the ways you can bend for me.”

You set the cup aside and pull him back into bed. “That could take a long time.”

“Good,” Avil whispers. “Because I may want it twice.”