Human X Goblin, D&D Fanfic

Chapter 10 (Lemon)

It was chilly in the Silverpelin mansion, the smooth wooden flooring was freezing on Hestia's feet as the rain still raged outside, it was early in the morning, earlier than a maid would have to be awake under normal circumstances.

However Hestia had been drawn down to the Kitchen by the wafting scent of mouth-watering food that had worked its way up the stairs and down the hall, waking her from her sleep to find the absence of her Branie.

Grumpily the tiny woman crawled out from the sheets and Duvet that trapped her body less with their weight and more so with their warmth, a feeling that spurred her nostalgic search for the warmth of Bran's arms.

She was freezing in only her pajama shorts and bra, so she lazily threw on one of Bran's oversized tunics, it looked more like a night dress on her but it was warm and his scent still lingered on the cloth, something she cherished.

Her tiny footsteps carried her still woozy body to the alluring breakfast scent, the sizzle of something on a buttered pan filled her ears as the chilled air of the room caused her pear skin to goosebump, the many magical stoves of the kitchen were not much help as the tile flooring was just as if not more cold than the wood.

Her eyes were foggy from sleep and the forgetfulness of her glasses as she tried to make out the figure on the far side of the kitchen preparing the food.

"hello?" Hestia murmured questioningly, "my angel? What are you doing up?" came the familiar voice of Bran, a sound Hestia relished, He emptied the contents of the pans onto a large terracotta plate before turning around and sweeping his little goblin maid up in his arms with a squeak, he looked upon her for a moment before diverting his eyes in flusterment.

"Bran? what's wrong?" "it's nothing it's just... you're wearing my shirt..." he admitted sheepishly "so? I was cold and it was warm..." "H-how about I warm you up then?" Bran held Hestia to his bigger and warmer body, unlike Hestia only in shorts Bran was in his pajama pants and a tunic which fit him much snugger than Hestia, and made for a warmer outfit.

In truth he had been distracted not only by how adorable she looked in his oversized shirt and how the floppy sleeves made her look even tinier, but it was the amount of cleavage his shirt left exposed only contained by her bra, was what truly set him off, unbeknownst to Hestia he was slowly hardening as the small fragile woman rested against his chest using his clasped arms as a seat and nape of his neck as a head rest.

"H-h-how about we grab some food, I made your favourite! Chocolate chip pancakes!" Hestia's foggy eyes widened in interest and wordlessly she nodded with excitement before crawling her way up Bran's shoulder and taking her seat on them.

Bran's heart raced as his girlfriend's silky thighs were now flanked around his head, though she was small Hestia was also stacked, and his favourite feature was by far her perfect thighs.

This was something he had dreamt of for Gods know how long, however he simply tucked his erection up into his waistband covering it with his shirt and silently nursed it as he collected a large chocolate chip pancake for each of them.

The pair made their way to the dining room as Hestia gently ran her fingers through her boyfriend's messy brown locks, she rested her chin on top of his head half-awake and happy to feel his warmth.

The large wooden table was covered in a floor length white table-cloth.

Bran slid into his seat, at the opposite end of the table, placing a plate in front of himself and another to the chair adjacent, and as Hestia began to descend his shoulders much to his melancholy relief, she did not reach the ground instead landing on and claiming her throne upon Bran's lap.