Author's Note

I really hope this chapter turns out to be like what everyone was hoping for, and I hope that I did it tastefully as well. I want it to be tasteful when it happens in this story, and not seemingly thrown in for the sake of it being... well, adult in nature I guess.

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Chapter 6

A Goblin Slayer's night with his vampire lover

Rated-M

M rating for mature themes, nudity, romance, violence, blood, adult themes, and of course, sex.

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Goblin Slayer - Thirst Mind

"This must be what the wizard was looking for…" Goblin Slayer muttered, pulling out an old dragon stone tablet from within the moldy wooden coffin that once held the Draugr Overlord.

As for said undead Nord champion, he was not ready to face two adventures that didn't cower at his mere presence. The zombie warrior had managed only a single leg out from the coffin that had held him before a sword found itself lodged hilt deep into its chest, and three sharp spikes of ice found themselves stuck in its head, neck, and heart.

Truth be told, the Overlord had not been prepared for a war, and had fallen a second into the battle it didn't even get the chance to start.

So, with the only threat to them out of commission, they were able to turn their eyes to the treasure it protected.

Goblin Slayer found what just have been the tablet Farengar had asked him to retrieve, while Serena continued scouting the area for valuable artifacts, or even more threats.

Said vampire, upon hearing her lovable master forget for a third time the name of the Jarl's court wizard, she sighed aloud. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, hair fluttering in the light breeze that blew through, she frowned a cute pouty smirk. "His name is Farengar, Master." She corrected softly, this time not upset, but merely amused.

"I see." The man muttered, having already shoved the tablet into his pouch. "Serena, come her." He ordered suddenly.

The surprise request had her standing by his side in an instant, hands by her side as she eagerly awaited whatever reason he had called her to him.

"Hold out your hands." He said sternly.

She nodded, doing just as he'd asked of her. That's when she felt a long, cool pole slipped into her palms, the weight heavy yet not cumbersome. Her eyes widened when she realized that he'd given her a mage's staff, the item seemingly made out of gold and some other unknown metal. At the tip of the staff was a dragon's head, with the other end capped off with a tail.

"I've heard that mages are able to use special staffs to help channel their magic powers. Maybe you can use this one so you don't hurt your hands with your fire?" He explained lightly, patting her on the head.

Her face flushed bright red at the thought, moving to hold her new staff between her bosom as she cradled it carefully. "T-Thank you…" She muttered genuinely, touched by his actions.

"Hmn." He hummed blankly, already moving to make his way out. But he paused when she stopped him, her hands on his arm. He glanced down to her, red eyes gazing questioningly at the busty vampire he called wife.

She bit her lips nervously, eyes fluttering as she looked up to him. "J-Just… stay there for one moment…" She muttered quietly, face flushed.

"…Why?" He asked, confused. "Our job is done here, there are no more goblins. We have no reason to stand around." His mind was focused, always looking ahead, always trying to figure out where to go next, where the best place was to find more goblins.

All the best ways to kill said goblins, and then rinse and repeat, over and over again…

Until he died.

That was how he worked, and it was something she'd picked up on rather quickly. It was something that was cemented in her mind when he gave her that response when asked about his hatred for goblins.

He was a man who had been violently torn from his family, mentally violated, and had subsequently been forged in fire to evolve into what stood before her now. A shell of a man with one goal in life, one task, one objective.

To bring an end to the goblin species, no matter how long it took, no matter how difficult it was.

He was a man that seemed impossible to enjoy the finer things in his life, a man that was so broken beyond repair that he couldn't even see the beautiful woman that had practically been throwing herself at him from day one.

This was cemented when she'd deliberately gone out of her way to try and entice him to reciprocate her feelings, leaving herself open to that affection that she sought oh so desperately from him.

But he didn't know how to reciprocate, didn't know how to respond, didn't know how to take her reactions towards him.

So he merely continued on, occasionally saying little nice things to her, yet only when explicitly prompted for them.

It wasn't his fault, that she knew all too well now.

But…

That did mean that if she wanted him to look at her that way, to treat her that way, to touch her… that way…

Then she was going to have to be the one to make the first move, and likely enough, the moves that followed after it.

So…

Too afraid that she'd lose her courage if she didn't take her shot now, she threw caution to the wayside as she reached up to undo the clasp that held his helmet in place. She didn't dare try to remove it, but she didn't need to, to do what she wanted to do.

Pushing it up just enough, she exposed his lips, multiple thin white scars marking his face. She didn't let the moment hang, quickly standing up on the tips of her toes as she pressed her puffy black lips to his surprisingly soft pale lips.

She felt her heart soar in that moment, so happy that she finally got to kiss the man she cared for.

The moment lasted for a long time, the vampire greedy for more, but eventually nature called, and she pulled away for air. A thin trail of saliva connected the two, the young woman panting for air as she realized what she'd just done.

And by the gods, she wanted to do it again and again. She wanted to pepper this man all over his entire body with her supple black lips, leaving nibbles on every single scar that covered him.

She wanted to erase those terrible memories in his mind and replace them with nothing but good ones, memories of her, her body, her lips, her breasts.

Whenever he was feeling down, she wanted his mind to turn to her, and become happy.

She just hoped that she'd be enough to fill that dark magic of a pit that was left in the place of his heart after his youth and the hell he'd suffered leading up to that moment. If she wasn't, then she wouldn't object to having some help standing loyally beside her.

She also just realized how killing seemed to really set her heart ablaze with passion, and she was suddenly aware of just how much more she wanted.

"How… w-was that?" She asked breathily, cheeks flushed as she gazed lovingly up at him.

His mouth was open slightly, perhaps stunned from the kiss.

He'd….

He'd never been kissed before, not on his lips…

The only time he could remember being kissed was from his sister when he was younger, and it was always on his head.

So, this experience was entirely new to him. This sensation, that tingling on his lips was… nice…

Licking his lips absentmindedly, he could still taste her on his tongue. So, he said the first thing that came to mind. "You taste like strawberries." Came the first words out of his mouth, the man blinking in surprise.

The vampire's eyes widened, before she flushed bright red.

It certainly wasn't the response she wanted nor the one she was expecting, but she supposed that it wasn't a negative one.

However…?

"W-Would…?" She asked, biting her lips as she clasped her hands together nervously. "Would you like to try that again… s-sometime?" She tossed her question out there, eager to hear his response.

"Yeah." He said simply, using that same monotone she'd come to expect from him.

This time…

This time it didn't make her heart sting, and she couldn't contain the butterflies of glee that went soaring behind her breasts.

It was night out when they finally managed to escape from the depths of Bleak Falls Barrow. As it just so happened to have turned out, there was a secret exit behind the grotto they were in that lead them right to the outside, ending up on the entire other side of the mountain.

Although it meant that they had to go the long way around to return to Whiterun, it did offer them a chance to casually walk the roads and perhaps explore the towns that may end up lining them along the way.

Thankfully the exit they used came out on a considerably warmer side of the mountain, warmer in the fact that it wasn't covered in snow, that is.

Even still, Goblin Slayer walked along with a torch in his shield hand, and his other holding his sword. For just because they had completed their quest and cleared the crypt of goblins, that did not give him reason to let his guard down.

He'd learned the hard way to never, ever let his guard down.

Bad things happen when he did.

That said, he was starting to get a little hungry. And he didn't have any food supplies with him.

He supposed that he could hunt for food, but that would take time, and leave them both out in the wilderness in the dead of night.

Furthermore, glancing to his vampire who followed faithfully beside him, he could sense that she was exhausted from all the traveling and battling. And although he was always interested in going after the next goblin slaying quest, he realized that doing so would be forgetting about Serena and her needs. Doing that would mean that he wasn't taking care of her like he was supposed to, given his position.

So…

That said…

"Come. We're going to town for the night." He said suddenly, making a slight detour on the road.

Her eyes lit up curiously, trying to hide the slouch in her shoulders. Truth be told, she was exhausted. Ever since fleeing from the inn the night after she was freed, they'd been traveling nonstop. First all the way to Whiterun, then to the mountains south of there, and subsequently through the entire length of the dungeon they'd just exited.

The last thing she wanted to do was immediately embark on another journey, but she wouldn't complain if that was his wishes.

However, hearing that they were going to a town for the night, she was ecstatic.

"What for?" She had to ask, her soul as curious as ever.

He didn't stop walking, nearing the walls of the little fishing town up ahead. He did cast a glance at her as he went, however.

"I need to stock up on supplies, and you need to rest as well." He stated simply.

"I'm not tired." She was quick to respond.

He took that in stride, remembering what she had told him their first night together.

However, that didn't mean that her body didn't need rest.

And, unfortunately, his did too.

"You still require rest." He stated flatly, leaving little room for argument. "I am not asking you to sleep if you do not want to, just some time set aside to rest and recover your magic." He clarified, sheathing his sword as they approached the open gate to the town.

"Greetings, travelers! Staying safe, I hope?" A guard called out to them from atop the gate wall, staring curiously down at them.

Serena blinked, surprised by the lack of hostility.

It was quite the turnaround from her experience as at Whiterun for sure…

"I am looking for an inn." Goblin Slayer said aloud, just enough for the man to hear him.

No need to wake the entire village.

"Ah. Then you will want to head down this road, last building on your right before you exit the other gate. I'm sure the innkeeper would be glad to see some new faces round these parts. Although, if I may offer some advice, the Jarl has informed me to remind travelers and adventurers alike to avoid traveling by night. Word is that we've had civilians attacked by monsters in the dead of night, no idea what kind either, crafty bastards…" The Nord trailed off, sighing as if it couldn't be helped.

Goblin Slayer's eyes narrowed in suspicion, mind already closed in on what the mysterious monsters probably were.

"I see." He said, moving to enter the village. He would have to investigate those rumors later.

A short walk later saw the two stepping inside a large warm inn, a fireplace in the center keeping those few still awake in that hour warm.

"Ah! It's rather late to see travelers out and about, could I interest you in a room? Food perhaps?" The innkeeper asked upon seeing his two newest guests arrive.

Goblin Slayer reached up, pulling down Serena's hood to cover her eyes before anyone could cause a fuss about it. Said vampire flushed in embarrassment, having completely forgotten to do so herself before entering the building.

"Yeah. One room, one bed." Goblin Slayer muttered, already producing the required gold coin from his bag.

"Oh? Quick to the point then, makes things easier." The Nord muttered, holding back a yawn. "Room's yours for the night." He said, tossing him a key.

Goblin Slayer caught it easily enough, taking Serena by the hand as he moved for the room.

Upon entering they found a wide and large bed prepared for them, far bigger than the one they used at the previous inn.

"Be gentle with the little lady, adventurer..." The Nord stated gruffly before Serena shut the door, locking it securely.

Said vampire swallowed thickly at the older man's words, face flushed at the plenitude of pleasurable ideas and images that suddenly flooded her imagination at his suggestive words.

But, instead, upon gazing at her master sitting on the edge of the bed, she became worried at his silence.

Quickly casting her cloak to the side, she took her seat beside him on the bed. She placed her hand on his inner thigh, gazing up at him.

He stared silently at the wall, not saying a word.

For some reason she knew he was having a difficult time relaxing, despite the fact that she knew more than he did that he was in need of rest.

"M-Master, the quest is complete. You can rest now, you know?" She said softly, hand stuck where she left it.

"But there's more to be done, more goblins to slay, more people to save." He stated lowly, eyes dipping behind his visor.

He was tired, he just didn't seem too keen on admitting it.

Licking her lips, she gazed up at him, reaching up to unclasp the strap keeping his helmet on. Just like the last time, he didn't move to stop her, letting her do as she wished when she wished.

"That is true…" She muttered, biting her lips. "But, there will always be something to be done. There's always going to be somebody in need of help. You can't always be adventuring and slaying goblins, you'll eventually collapse… Then who are you going to help?" She spoke softly, her soft delicate fingers gently grasping his cheeks.

"I-If you keep going until you die, not only will the goblins live on, but…" She trailed off, biting her lips as her voice hitched in her throat. "W-Who's going to be the one to step in when the goblins attack other villages, other towns? If you're gone, who will take up the sword and hunt them down until they're all dead…?" She asked quietly, swallowing her nerves. "If you die… w-who's going to look after me?" She finally asked, voice a whisper.

That finally got him to turn from the wall, looking down at her. Her hands were still on his cheeks, her supple thumbs trailing each and every scar she could feel.

There were so many of them…

Too many to count.

He looked like he wanted to say something, something to prove why he needed to fight day and night, fight until they were all dead, fight until he was dead…

But he couldn't.

No words would come out of his mouth. He couldn't say anything, because deep down, he knew that she was right.

So, he decided to do as she had asked of him. His shoulders relaxed, the tension that had been held in them slowly fading away, if but only for tonight.

Serena smiled a genuine expression, eyes shining with unshed tears as she finally managed to put a sizable crack in his seemingly unbreakable stoicism.

Smiling up at him, her thumbs rubbing smooth, soothing circles on his cheeks, she spoke. "Even if it is just for tonight, let me do my part in relieving you of some of that tension. I-I know that it is most likely not going to be as enjoyable as goblin slaying for you, but I have been told that it is otherwise quite enjoyable. It's a skill my mother taught me many, many years ago now, skills I was told only to use on my future husband." She explained softly, leaning up into his embrace.

She peeled his helmet back, just enough to get at his lips once more. She slipped into his lap, planting her thick, plump thighs around his waistline, her full sizable breasts pressed against his chest-plate.

He melted into her lips, letting her kiss him over and over just like she had back within the dungeon. If this was all that she planned on doing that night, he would not mind it, for it did feel very pleasant.

"You don't even have to remove your armor if you do not wish, it is not necessary for this." She muttered between her kisses, her hot breath sending oddly pleasing shivers down his spine.

He hadn't answered her request just yet, so she wouldn't dare take it any further than this.

But she desperately wanted to, and from the feeling jabbing her in her plump rear end, he wanted it too, he just didn't seem to know exactly what 'it' was just yet.

However, she was more then pleased to be the woman that taught him more.

So, gathering herself, she found the willpower to pull away from him long enough to pose that question to him.

"M-Master Goblin Slayer…?" She breathed lowly, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Will you let me… pleasure you?" She asked cutely, biting her lips.

He let out a hot breath, face entirely hidden from her prying eyes. His voice, as always, was deep and gruff, something only amplified by the echo created by his helmet.

And yet, the words he spoke were exactly what she wanted so desperately to hear.

"…Yeah." He groaned in that typical monotone voice of his, yet she could hear the lust building in his tone.

This was her chance, her chance to show him the love and affection she'd been wanting to since she met him. This was her chance to make up for the lack of love and affection he had during his youth, to help make up for the time stolen away by the goblins and their vile ways.

This was her chance to truly show him the depths of her reverence for him, feelings for him that were sure to never dim, but only blossom over time.

She pressed her lips to his one last time, before shifting off of his lap, and down to the ground before him. She sat on her knees before him, staring up at him with those large golden-red eyes. For some reason he didn't understand, it made a part of him jump.

Licking her lips, she deftly snaked her hands up to his groin, fingers crawling around the sizable tent that had appeared in his leather covered crotch. She felt a part of her body coo in delight at the fact that he was capable of tenting even his own leather with his phallus.

She looked back up to him one last time, as if asking for silent permission once more. He stared down at her, blazing red eyes gazing softly down at her, yet with a hint of uncertainty.

She smiled fondly up at him, letting him know that he had nothing to worry about.

Her hands moved from his tent and to the metal belt that held his armor together at his waist. With her deft fingers she made quick work of it, taking it off to allow his outer leather armor to slip down just enough.

Her eyes widened when it was finally freed from its tight painful prison, standing tall at attention before her. It was big, bigger than she'd expected it to be. Then again, she supposed that she didn't expect any less from her husband.

It seemed to pulse angrily, leaking from the tip. She licked her lips, before leaning forward as she pressed a kiss to the underside of it.

He sucked in a soft short gasp, so quietly she thought she'd imagined it at first. Her hands came up to gently wrap around his length, two hands needed to fully cover it from top to bottom, leaving the tip exposed.

She closed her eyes as she slipped his peak into her mouth, pouty black lips stretched to accommodate his girth.

He sighed, the sensations radiating from his groin entirely new to him. It was something he'd never even imagined before, a feeling that he couldn't describe.

It certainly wasn't like the kiss she'd given him earlier in the day.

His breathing grew ragged, face flushed as she sped up in whatever it was she was doing. He wanted her to know that he enjoyed it, and so he did the first thing that came to mind. He reached out, patting her on the head like he'd done before.

She moaned at his touch, sending pleasurable shivers down his throbbing rod. Sensing his end nearing, one of her hands slipped free of his length and down to his large tightening balls. She squeezed them gently, fondling them in his final moments as she made him reach his peak.

He sucked in a sharp gasp, all his strength leaving him as he felt his body tense up and spasm.

His breathing was labored, feeling nearly impossible to control through his helmet. Glancing down to her once more, he saw her slowly pull back, his tip slipping free from her mouth.

She licked her lips clean, smiling up at him. She giggled at his stupefied expression, or at least what she could see through his visor. "Feel better?" She asked happily.

"…Yeah…" He murmured… "About the supplies...?" He thought to ask after everything was said and done.

She giggled at his quest focused mindset, standing up to press a light kiss to his lips. "Tomorrow morning, Master. Tonight you sleep..." She said, poking him in the center of his helmet.

"Oh..." Hr muttered, laying down on the bed. He was out the moment his head hit the pillow.

Smiling down at him, she grabbed a washcloth from the nearby table and cleaned him up before slipping everything back into his undergarments, clipping his buckle back together before joining his side on the bed.

Pressing a long tender kiss to his cheek, she smiled fondly as she watched him sleep. "Goodnight, Goblin Slayer..."

Chapter

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