Goblin Boyfriend: Avil (special preview)

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 and you start laughing. “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 for 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 was long and flowing, made up of many sheer scarves. Your top was a scarf looped around your neck and then cover your breasts, they were small enough it worked, but your nipples showed through. Your mother then did my 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 our fire dancing begun. Your siblings left the stage after a time and you were out there alone for your solo. They lit a ring of fire around me that you used to ignite your other tools.