Human X Goblin, D&D Fanfic

Chapter 14

By now Hestia ditched the heels in Phebis' bag of holding.

The party had died down and the streets were filled with only remnants of the previous party.

Orange and purple confetti riddled the streets and drunken stragglers wandered home.

At times like this Hestia would normally be afraid to walk the streets.

Thankfully Now she had a big human man to walk her home and carry her on his back when her feet hurt.

Speaking of which, Bran loved carrying Hestia piggy back.

It felt just like when she'd ask to be the big spoon and nuzzle up against him.

It made his heart melt as he felt her cheeks lazily rest against him reaching out to try and wrap her arms around his midsection.

"You falling asleep back there honey?" "nuh uhhhhh" Hestia whined sleepily rubbing her face against his warm back.

"it's ok my emerald we'll be home soon just hold on, and then you can get out of that uncomfy dress and into your jammies and fall asleep in my arms".

"I don't wanna get in my jammies" Hestia grumbled on the verge of passing out "ok baby you can sleep in my shirt" this was once again met by another grumble.

The smell of alcohol clung to Hestia, she had a lot to drink that night for her size and unlike coffee had yet to build a resistance.

"I wanna sleep naked" she murmured "H-honey you're drunk, no" "Branie I wanna... I'm needy".

"Princess I'm not gonna let you I'm sorry, you're gonna regret it tomorrow" "but I wanna Fuck my husband... why can't I?".

Hestia's use of 'husband' was utterly adorable but Bran stayed stubborn as the Silverpelin came into view "Wifey you're drunk no".

Hestia continued to grumble and whine as Bran approached closer to the door.

The overbearing sound of music could no longer drown out the drizzle that pattered against the force field.

The sounds of water beads flooding down the walls of the forcefield could not be quited, but the soothing ticks, as if on glass, began lulling Hestia to sleep.

As Bran entered the house he began to feel Hestia's grip slip, he slowly switched her out into bridal style which she quickly cuddled up into eyes dreamily fluttering closed.

Phebis was still angrily drinking fancy wine in some pub downtown, as Aurelia tried to coax her back home with the gambling money she earned.

Lucan, the ever dutiful body guard had fucked off somewhere to get laid, with Bran's permission of course much to his appreciation.

Luanne and Naal were still fully dressed but fast asleep with an open book in their lap, leaving Luanne to rest her head on Naal's shoulder for support looking pleased.

Bran gently ascended the stairs so as not to wake his precious porcelain princess, she was just so small and fragile.

He tiptoed past Willow's room from which he could ascertain at least two voices, definitely not something he'd be dealing with tonight.

Finally with a small kick their bedroom door swung open and Hestia was gently placed in bed.

Bran clumsily undid the back of her dress trying not to awaken her.

He slowly dragged it off her body, careful not to be too rough or jerky.

Placing it neatly on the dressers he grabbed an oversized shirt from his drawer and placed it over Hestia's head.