Author's Note
To make up for the short chapter last time, this one is twice as long, lol. It's the largest one yet, funnily enough.
I apologize for the long wait, but I'm still trucking onward.
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"Its too quiet, where are the goblins?" = Normal speech.
Chapter 25
A goblin Slayer finds out the truth/A Cow-Girl's secret?
Rated-M
M rating for mature themes, nudity, romance, violence, blood, adult themes, and of course, sex.
Music of the day
Skyrim - Scunda
"You did good today… Serana." He murmured lovingly into her hair, holding the busty vampire tightly to his chest as she took in all the physical attention he was willing to offer. Tears fell from her amber eyes, but she couldn't help but smile through them. He reached up to run his fingers through her hair absentmindedly, gazing at the village around him as he coddled the practically purring vampire.
She couldn't express how her heart felt when she saw him fall from the mountain, how it felt to see her world falling apart. So when he stepped back out from the ruins of the house, dusting himself off casually, she couldn't contain her relief.
"Master…" She cooed quietly, eyes threatening to roll to the back of her head as his hands ran through her hair, fingers gliding over her scalp. So close to him, she couldn't possibly ignore his thick sweaty scent, the musk making her knees weak. The smell of his blood leaking from the minor wounds he'd suffered was intoxicating, alluring, beautiful.
She was so happy to see him safe. She was so glad that he didn't die. She was so relieved to be able to hold him again, even though they had barely been apart.
"Goblin Slayer…" Aela walked over to him, cheeks flushed lightly as he turned his gaze to her, catching a glimpse of crimson red behind his visor. Her tail wagged lowly behind her, as if she was attempting to hide her excitement. Seeing the Vampire getting all the attention and praise had made her a bit… jealous, to say the least.
She wasn't expecting him to reach out to her as well, pulling her into his embrace. Her cheeks flushed heavily as he wrapped his arms around both her and Serana, holding them to his chest. "You did good too, Aela. I'm proud of you both." He added genuinely.
The werewolf blushed hard underneath his open and genuine praise, tail wagging dangerously behind her. She couldn't have expected the effects his praise would have on her, but now that she'd finally gotten him to speak such things about her…
She was afraid she was going to become addicted to it, if she hadn't already. Worse yet, in her full werewolf form as she was, some of those inhibitions were removed and she had to remind herself that she was in public as she clutched him tightly to her furry body.
"Go take care of the villagers. I will handle the rest." He finally said after the two finally got their fill of attention. Or at least enough to suffice for the rest of the evening.
When he pulled away, neither of them could hide their disappointment. But they knew they were here on a mission, and that the people came first. And he was asking it of them, they wouldn't deny him.
Seemingly ignorant to their displeasure at the lack of physical attention, he moved towards the corpse of the dragon. Cow-Girl stood beside it, a bloody pitchfork in her shaking hands.
He walked up to her, silently glancing at the dragon for a long moment, before glancing down to her. "Are you okay? Did… you get hurt?" He asked simply, looking her over. Unlike the other two, she was covered in blood.
The ranch hand blushed in embarrassment underneath the intensity of his gaze, touched to know he was worried about her. Swallowing down her nerves, she smiled up at him. "I'm fine silly. I just helped them out." She giggled brightly, smiling despite her disheveled state.
His eyes widened slightly behind his visor, glancing the dragon over once more before turning back to her. "I'm-…" He trailed off, stepping towards her.
For a moment she was afraid he was upset with her. He'd told her to stay inside where it was safe, but it was clear that she'd disobeyed that order.
But…
Then he placed his hand on her head, ruffling her hair. "-impressed." He said decidedly, seemingly struggling to find the right words. Her eyes widened in surprise, before a beaming smile split her lips.
It made her heart soar hearing him say that, giving her the confidence boost to finally speak her feelings.
There was so much she wanted to tell him, secrets kept so close to her heart that she'd never the courage to tell him of them. There was so much more then just wishing to be by his side, more then just wanting to be there for him. Secrets that no one else knew, something that only her uncle was aware of.
"Come on, let's help the villagers. We can't leave them like this." He stated simply, turning away from her as he moved to make sure that no one had been hurt by the dragon attack.
Cow-Girl couldn't hide her disappointment as having missed her opportunity to speak her mind, but seeing the man she loved go out of his way to make sure everyone was alright before even investigating his own wounds reminded her just why she loved him. Sure he was dense, was never in tune with his own feelings unless they related to brutalizing Goblins, and couldn't tell that a woman was attracted to him until told right to his face outright-
She was getting off topic.
The point was, that no matter how emotionally stunted he was, he still cared about those around him, he just struggled to show those feelings properly. Even now, looming over the children of the town, asking if they were okay, he wasn't aware that his menacing visage was frightening them.
She supposed that's where she was to come in, seeing the blood covered golden armored man with horns sticking out of his helmet scaring the kids…
"G-Goblin Slayer, perhaps you can help my uncle repair the house. I'll make sure the villagers are okay." She grasped his arm, pulling his attention back down to her.
The man frowned in thought at her words, seemingly unaware that his demon horned helmet and glowing red eyes weren't seen in such a bright light by the younglings around him. Realistically, however, it was probably the shock of battle against the dragon that had them frightened, for his presence was familiar to them otherwise.
He did call this place home once upon a time…
"Oh…" He murmured, almost sounding disappointed, as he turned to walk off. She frowned sadly in disappointment, afraid she'd hurt his feelings by sending him away. But, she was sure she'd make it up to him tonight.
And if not tonight, then certainly tomorrow. Either way, she had to finally tell him…
Her heart couldn't wait any more, it was killing her.
"Come on kids, let's help out. I'm sure your parents would appreciate the support." She beamed down at the children, taking their hands as she lead them off away from the corpse of the dragon.
With the chaos dying down, everyone chipped in to help clean up the mess the dragon had created, gathering up the debris and the scattered cattle, while making sure everyone had survived.
Despite the fact that Goblin Slayer had killed the dragon laying siege to their village, most of the older citizens were skeptical of those he had brought with him. A vampire out in the open daylight helping lead the children to safety, something completely unheard of.
A fully transformed werewolf woman helping remove the debris from the destroyed houses, tossing support beams aside like they were nothing as she helped clean up.
And then a citizen from the realm of Oblivion itself floating around the frozen village, helping bring warmth to those overexposed to the effects of the brutal storm only just recently cleared. A Fire Atronarch, something that would usually send people running for their lives, now submissively rendering assistance to those her Master deemed important.
A group of monsters through and through, creatures that under any other set of circumstances would be banned from stepping foot into any human controlled territory at best, and chased down or killed at worst. They resembled human women, but no one would ever even think to trust them in any regard.
And yet, to see them openly going out of their ways to help the villagers and victims of the dragon attack gave them all pause. If that wasn't enough, then it was the fact that they had pledged themselves to their resident hero, Goblin Slayer.
Rorikstead trusted Goblin Slayer implicitly despite his rather odd reputation. And if he trusted these monster girls fully, then they supposed that the least they could do was give them a shot as well.
With the passing of the storm, the people of Riften could finally see again. The sun hung low in the skies of Skyrim, its beautiful orange glow shining a soothing light on the survivors of the dragon attack.
It had been hell, with the blizzard, the Nordic Zombies, and the Dragon to top it off. Seeing everything suddenly return to normal was almost too much to believe, but they wouldn't take it for granted, that was for sure.
They had someone to thank for saving them, and from what they'd seen, or rather, what they'd known all along, was for their resident Cow-Girl's infatuation with the mysterious Goblin Slayer. The man in question seemed too busy helping clean up to listen to his redhead's confession, something that they could change.
A little bit of scheming would see the two of them together by the nights end, alone. Goblin Slayer's other wives would be too busy helping elsewhere to interfere, finally allowing the girl the opportunity to speak her mind.
The end of the day saw Goblin Slayer being ushered into the bath house to clean up, his efforts with cleaning the town too much to ask after having slain the dragon. He protested of course, but the villagers weren't having any of it. And he'd finally relented, deciding that it wouldn't hurt to clean up.
So that's how he found himself alone in the warm bath house, armor stripped away and set aside, only his helmet on as he sank into the bath waters.
He sighed lowly, the natural warmth of the hot spring water against his inner thighs felt heavenly. The gashes and wounds that covered his body stung at the presence of the water, but he hardly noticed, too busy trying not to fall asleep.
He was in there for some time by himself, before he decided that it was probably a good idea to clean himself up.
Casting a curious glance at the door, he made sure it was still closed before he removed his helmet. The golden armor was covered in dragon blood, and he was sure to wash it later, but it wasn't important right that minute.
He sighed lowly, his long white locks falling freely down his backside, the fringes reaching the middle of his back. Not for the first time he considered just taking a blade to it and cutting it shorter. It would be far more efficient in battle, and would require less effort to maintain.
But…
Whenever he thought about it, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He just…
He just couldn't do it…
"I think long hair looks good on you. You look just like your big sis now. Once you're older, I bet people will start confusing the two of us. I'm sure mother would have found the thought cute…"
He found his hands shaking as he held the blade, the memories flooding back in before he could cut it. Then they lowered, setting the knife back down on the cold hard ground beside him.
He sighed, head resting in his hands as he surprisingly found himself sucked back into those once thought buried memories.
He could still see her face, her blue eyes and long silver hair…
That loving smile, the melodic sound of her voice.
The…
The sound of her being tortured and played with, the screams she let out as she was murdered, and the last words she ever uttered before merciful death finally took her with its cold lifeless hands.
"Please… Live…" Echoed out like a bomb in the silence of his mind, the image of her cold lifeless eyes staring right through him.
The image that kept him going, the words that compelled him to move forward without rest, the fate that had created what he was today.
"Master, what should I do today?
"What should you do? How stupid can you be?! You got hit, so you hit back! Hit the goblins back! Those critters are smart! You think you'll be able to kill goblins?"
"I will." It wasn't confidence speaking, not particularly. It was facts. He spoke the truth, the reality that, even should he die, he was going to kill the goblins.
Every.
Single.
One.
The old rat laughed mockingly. "Even though you only watched while the goblins used your dear sister as their plaything? Why didn't you jump out and hit the goblins? Why didn't you take your sister and run? You were powerless and didn't do a thing. Did you think you could do something as soon as you gained a little bit of power? Even if you could, it'd just be for show! It'll soon be gone, and poof, it's all over! But you're the one who has to decide. The moment you make the decision to do something and act on it, you win."
"Yes… The day you decide that you will kill them all, is the day you become a demon. Those goblins are monsters, vile putrid creatures, yes. But even monsters fear demons…"
"Are you going to become that demon…?"
The question had lingered in his mind for as long as he could remember, and when he faced that Daedric Lord soon after, it had only confirmed his fate.
"You are a weak child, soft and squishy. Yet, you carry something powerful inside you, a hatred only one thing can quell. Yes! Take my eyes, you foolish creature, and make your bloody dreams a reality!"
He did as he was told, dawning the eyes of the demon lord as he set out on his lifelong conquest to kill every single goblin in the world.
He'd lived his life with the knowledge that he might not succeed, that even he might die one day. He couldn't allow himself to grow close to anyone, knowing that even they could be ripped away from him. So he closed himself off, refusing to ever open his heart to anyone…
He didn't want the chance to be hurt again.
If he was to die one day in some hole, he didn't want to have anyone around him that would cry about his death. That's how he'd lived, even knowing that Cow-Girl would probably cry about him.
He'd convinced himself that she would eventually forget about him, so he stayed away for long periods of time. He didn't want her to care for him.
He didn't want to hurt her…
And then he met Serana.
Despite his best efforts, she'd dug her way into his cold closed off heart and shoved her way in without asking. He told himself that nothing had changed, that he was still the lifeless cold hearted goblin killer from before. That nothing in the world mattered to him besides killing goblins…
But now…
Now when he thought about it, when he tried telling himself that…
He just couldn't believe it.
Serana…
Aela…
Ignis…
The little Priestess girl…
Cow-Girl…
When he told himself that he didn't think anyone would cry if he died, his mind immediately conjured up their faces.
He had changed, despite what he wanted to think. Before, he thought he didn't care if he died in the end, so long as the goblins suffered. That was all that was important to him…
But now he had other things that were important, people, that were important to him. People that he wanted to protect, women that he wanted to care for…
Girls that he loved.
And those newfound feelings of his only made him stronger.
He felt as if he finally had something to fight for, for once in his life. And when he asked himself if he could go back to working alone…
He couldn't say yes. He couldn't go back to that life anymore, not now.
He simply cared too much for them, even though he didn't quite understand how to show it properly.
He sighed…
That vampire really had opened his heart.
"G-Goblin Slayer…?" A tentative voice spoke up, the creaking of a heavy wooden door opening behind him. Instinctively he shut his eyes, glancing over towards the source of the voice.
"Cow-Girl?" He murmured lowly, his deep voice surprisingly soft as he addressed her. "I am finished in here. You may use it if you wish-" He muttered, moving to stand.
"N-No no. Don't get up, please." She exclaimed quickly, nervously moving up behind him. His eyes remained closed, but he could hear her quietly approaching him from behind. "Please just stay there… I-I wanted to talk to you…" She begged quietly.
He didn't say anything for a long moment, but turned his head forward as he sank back down into the bath. "Ok." He muttered softly.
She didn't say anything for a long moment, her hands clenching the fringes of her dress nervously. Eventually she did finally find that courage she was missing, as she slipped out of her garments.
Goblin Slayer heard the sounds of her undressing behind him, her clothes falling to the floor. He wanted to ask, but she did say that she needed to talk, so he would wait.
"G-Goblin Slayer…" She breathed quietly, almost too quiet for him to hear. "I have… I have to show you something…" She muttered, swallowing down her nerves.
There was another long moment of silence that followed, before he heard something new. A flap echoed out, the sound of what seemed to be a large pair of feathered wings flaring out. He wondered if she'd opened a window, or if he'd simply misheard the strange sound.
There was a new soft glowing light cast over his backside he could feel, even without opening his eyes. It wasn't there before, but it felt as if he could feel her eyes on his naked backside.
He felt her standing there nervously behind him, shaking with so much anxiety that even he could sense it. He wanted to turn and look at her, ask her if she was okay, but he couldn't. Not for the first time he cursed his damnable eyes of his. "Cow-Girl..?" He asked lowly, unsure.
He heard those wings flap again in response to his voice, as if they were connected to her. His eyebrows quirked in question, but he didn't dare open his-
"Goblin Slayer…" She murmured, swallowing her nervous. "C-Can you open your eyes…" She asked quietly.
"I cannot." He responded simply, a tinge of sadness in his voice. "It's not safe-" He tried to explain.
"But…" She choked out, that courage of hers starting to burn out. Closing her eyes tightly, she sucked in a shuddering breath as she spoke again. "T-Then… please look at me… with your hands…" Her voice dipped into something lower as she slipped into the water beside him.
His brows furrowed as she slipped into his lap beneath the water's surface. Her clothes were absent, her plump thighs coming to rest over his own. He felt her breath on his chin, her lips hovering inches from his own.
He felt her placed her hands on his chest, strangely pointed fingernails slowly dragging down his scarred bare chest. Then he felt her grasp his wrists, directing his hands up to her cheeks. "Goblin Slayer… Touch me, feel me… please…" She murmured meekly.
He desperately wanted to open his eyes, to see the girl before him, but he couldn't. Carefully he cupped her cheeks, his scarred thumbs brushing against her silky smooth flesh. Instinctively his thumbs brushed against her lips, before nudging up against something sharp and pointed.
Fangs. She had fangs.
They weren't like Serana's vampiric teeth, but they weren't human either. Her nervous breath on his thumbs sent strange shivers down his spine, but he continued to roam her body. He moved to her ears, finding that they'd grown a little longer and pointed. She made a little breathy squeak when he tweaked the tips of them between his thumb and index fingers. "G-Goblin Slayer…" She mewled quietly.
Then his hands went higher, and suddenly they found something new once more. They were hard and cold, almost boney in structure, horns that seemed to grow out from the sides of her head just above her ears. They were thick and long, reaching skyward at a little bend, easily over a foot long before slowly ending at a point.
"You have horns…" He murmured lowly in surprise, absentmindedly brushing his thumbs up and down the top of her horns, listening to the sounds of her pleased little mewls from the effects of his hands.
"P-Please keep going…" She murmured breathlessly, lips growing closer to his own.
Doing as requested, he felt something behind her back brush up against his knuckles, soft like feathers. Instinctively his hands reached around to her backside, between her shoulder blades he found two new appendages protruding from her back. Big, giant feather covered wings.
He felt them twitch as he brushed his fingers against them, the girl sucking in a pleased gasp when his fingers pressed against the space where her back met the wings. "P-Please be gentle, t-that spot is very s-s-sensitive." She mewled in a moan that she couldn't suppress. "P-Please go lower…" She was begging now, grasping his hands as she moved them down to her shapely naked rear end.
She squeaked when he unconsciously took a handful of her copious posterior, his scarred fingers finding a good position to hold her steady. That's when he felt the thin silky tail protruding from that small spot at the bottom of her back, the appendage long and thin, ending in a heart shaped point.
Her tail moved about, going ridged when he grasped the end of it between his fingertips. Her face practically caught fire when he did, her body going stiff. She opened her mouth to tell him to be gentle, before her eyes threatened to roll up into the back of her head when he tweaked the tip of it.
Her mouth fell open in a silent breathless voice, drool threatening to escape the corner of her mouth as his fingers massaged the tip of it over and over curiously.
He felt her thighs tighten suddenly around him, but she hadn't told him to stop just yet, so he assumed she wanted him to continue. His mind was struggling to understand just what was happening, the girl in his lap different than the redhead he'd grown up knowing.
"What is this…? What has happened to you?" He asked lowly, his hands finally moving to rest on her posterior once again.
She took a long moment to gather her breath, body convulsing from the sudden overstimulation he'd accidentally caused her. Then before he knew it she'd grasped his cheeks, holding him tenderly, her breath tickling his nose.
"Oh G-Goblin Slayer…" She cooed, wanting so desperately to press her lips to his. "I'm so sorry I-I never told you…" She whispered. "I-I love you, I love you so much it hurts. But I've never been able to tell you until now. S-So please… just open your eyes, and I will close mine…" She begged quietly, pressing her lips to his.
His eyes slowly widening, groaning into her kiss as she took his breath away. She felt the curse of his gaze wash over her body, yet its effects did not take hold so long as she kept her eyes closed.
He couldn't help his surprise at what he saw. The redhead he'd known since he was a child had changed. Her body looked just the same, yet with this strange new transformation came some additions.
Deep black scaled horns spouted from the sides of her head, angled upwards and just a tad bit over a foot long in length. Pointed fangs poked freely from her lips, her ears having grown in length, now pointed in shape. More than that, two massive black feathered wings had grown from her backside alongside the appearance of a long slender black tail.
She pulled away with a slight gasp, keeping her eyes closed as his own roamed her beautiful naked body. He always knew her breasts were large, but in this new form they seemed to have grown even larger, rivaling his adorable vampire's. She clawed at his chest, long black fingernails thick and sharp.
She was the same woman from before, but she'd seemingly undergone some sort of transformation.
"What are you…?" He asked quietly, the question genuine, not hint of malice behind it. She flinched at his words, however, looking away fearfully.
"D-Do you despise m-my new body…?" She asked meekly, afraid of his answer.
"No…" He hummed lowly. "You are very beautiful." He added after a long moment, hands coming up to slowly cup her full voluptuous breasts, curious to feel their weight and warmth in his hands. She sucked in a little gasp at his actions, but certainly wasn't pulling away.
But his original question still stood unanswered.
"I-I'm a Succubus…" The redhead breathed out nervously, her wings flapping for emphasis. "I've been so afraid of what people might think… of what you might think, that I've hidden my form away for my entire life…" Her words were quiet and uncertain. "Only my Uncle knows of my body…" She added after a moment.
He breathed out a sound of surprise. "A Succubus…?" He asked curiously, unconsciously wrapping his arms around her to pull her snug to his chest. Out of everyone in the world, he wanted to protect her the most, and seeing how vulnerable she felt before him made him want to make those negative feelings of hers melt away.
"M-My mother was born in Coldharbor, a Daedric realm that Succubi call their home. I never saw the land… My mother had moved to the mortal realms long before I was born. She fell in love with a Nord, and that's how I was born…" She explained with a little smile, pleased to hear that he was not off put by her Daedric ancestry.
Suddenly gaining all that missing confidence, she wrapped her legs around his waistline, pulling herself intimately closer to him. Although her eyes were closed, she was staring right at him, a meek little grin on her face, cheeks flushed red. "Our people… My mother's people feed off of the essence of mortals, m-men like you." She explained lowly, eyes growing half lidded.
"Our essence…?" He murmured thoughtfully, before it clicked in his head. "Are Succubi Vampires?" He asked curiously, head tilting to the side in question.
She giggled at his question, the childlike way his head tilted when he asked questions deeply amusing. "No silly…" She teased, pressing her full heavy breasts against his bare chest. "We take your seed, your vitality and stamina, s-so to speak." She explained lowly, licking her lips as she seemingly waited in anticipation for his lips on hers.
But they didn't come…
At least, not yet.
"B-But for me… I'm only half Succubus… So a kiss will work too. I-I've never actually slept with a m-man... before..." She breathed lowly, leaning closer to him.
There was a quiet desperation to her words, her lips hovering a breadths hair away from his own, yet she did take that final step. She respected him too deeply to throw herself at him without his permission, for she still didn't know his feelings.
"G-Goblin Slayer…?" She asked quietly, pleading now. "I-I-I love you…" She said again, biting her lips at his silence. "B-But… Do…? D-Do you?" Her voice trailed off into a meek whisper, her courage vanishing into the mist.
She felt him tilt his head to the side, as if he was asking her what she meant. Then he realized that he'd never responded to what she'd said, but he supposed that could be explained by how preoccupied he was with her in his lap.
"Yeah…" He breathed lowly, the words so simple it would've hurt coming from someone else, but meant everything coming from him. "I thought you already knew that…" He added after a moment.
…
…
…
"You're too much to handle sometimes… Dummy." She smiled after a while, shaking her head as if it couldn't be helped.
He smirked a little. "Yeah."
Chapter
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