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Rue had been trapped by their glamour for so long, their fey parent had taken them as a child from the Material Plane and by the time they had been old enough to join in with the courts they had been made to wear a glamour. They had spent millennia keeping everyone at arms reach, never being able to get closer than a brush of hands lest someone discover their secret.
They had to smack Hob’s hand away in the forest, a hand with claws so similar to their own, not because they wanted to but because they couldn’t risk him finding out their secret, especially with how suspicious he was of the Court of Wonder, he would probably have thought they were the assassin.
Now they had revealed their true form and everyone knew, they didn’t have to hide anymore. They had nearly collapsed when Andhera had hugged them, after so long without being able to touch anyone they felt drunk off the simple gesture.
They spent the rest of the hedge maze twitchy for contact, wanting to reach out and ask for touch but not knowing how. They managed to get through the rest of the day but it was exhausting.
That night they thought about all the potential for touch that was now open to them, they knew many would not find this form as attractive as their glamour, but they knew they would have some fey interested in bedding them, even just for the novelty of being the first to bed the infamous Delloso de la Rue, whose staunch refusal to be courted or bedded over the last few millennia had given them an air of intrigue.
Rue didn’t want to just bed anyone for their first time, they wanted someone who knew what they were doing, someone they were comfortable with, and someone who they were attracted to.
Captain Hob treacherously sprung to mind. Rue was tempted to ask, however, goblins had a reputation for being promiscuous and Hob was likely incredibly experienced. It seemed silly but Rue wanted to impress the Captain, they desperately wished to tumble into bed with him, but they wanted to be good at sex when they did. They didn’t want to embarrass themselves by fumbling around.
So they had to find someone else first.
Someone who they knew was good at sex, wouldn’t mind a one night stand, and were decently attractive. Rue stopped by to see the Lords of the Wing the next day.
It was a slightly awkward topic to broach, however, when Chirp and Squak realised what it was that Rue was trying to say, the conversation flowed much more easily as the two spoke on the subject candidly and without embarrassment, which helped Rue do the same.
Rue’s hopes were dashed though when Chirp had inexplicably sighed and said ‘ask me again in forty years’, and Squak had been convinced this was Rue trying to get Squak to lose the wager and so had ‘maturely’ declined.
They were at a loose end for where to go next. There were fey who fit one or two of their list, but none that fit all three. Perhaps it was simply because Rue did not feel comfortable around most fey, they were too used to pushing them away. A few years ago they could have asked Wuvvy, but with their relationship so strained, and the imbalance of their positions and feelings for each other, Rue didn’t feel like they could ask.
Rue’s mind kept catching on Hob. Though they wanted to be a bit more experienced they knew Hob would be the last person to judge them or make them feel badly for their lack of knowledge. In fact, Hob had always seemed at arms length from his court in the same way Rue was from theirs. It was possible that Hob didn’t participate in the notorious goblin orgies at all, and that they were worrying over nothing.
They stopped by the Pagoda at midday, they probably should have waited until a more intimate hour, but they couldn’t stop the buzzing under their skin at the prospect of finally being able to touch and be touched. At least they knew that Hob found their true form attractive, they had seen him stumble after their reveal and had noted his heated gaze filled with nothing but admiration as his eyes had roamed over their figure.
The thought of that gaze on them again had them flushing and their stomach tightening in anticipation. They were informed Hob was in his room, and the salt goblin that directed them gave them a wink and scampered off. Rue was slightly mortified that their intentions were so obvious, either that or the salt goblins were still drinking the mind reading teatime potions, in which case, Rue needed to stop fantasising about Hob’s broad shoulders.
They knocked on the door and Hob called them in, looking surprised at their presence.
“Mistrex Rue, how can I be of service?”
Rue blushed thinking about the possibilities, “I have a rather delicate request to make.” They shut the door and moved further into the room.
Hob made to stand, to offer them the only chair in the room, but Rue waved him off and he sat back down at his desk. Rue needed room to pace, if they sat down they may twitch out of the seat from nervousness.
“As you know, I have been wearing a glamour for my entire time at court, this has had many restrictions on- ah, touch. You witnessed first hand during the Hart Hunt, my need to keep people from touching me,”
“Oh.” Hob said, looking like he was recollecting that evening, “My sincerest apologies, I did not realise, I thought you slapped my hand away because- ” he looked away awkwardly, “For other reasons.”
Rue daringly stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. The innocent touch felt forbidden and thrilling, the novelty of being able to do it still hadn’t worn off.
“If I had been in my true form that evening, I should have been honoured to join you in your hiding spot in the tree,” They hoped they had not given too much of their feelings away, only meaning to reassure him, however, if this conversation went the way they were hoping, then they would be revealing a lot more of themselves to Hob.
“Then the duel? I thought it was because my touch had offended you.”
“No,” Rue said horrified that Hob had been thinking that.
Hob’s room was small and his desk was pressed up against the bed. Rue sat on the bed so they were on the same level as Hob who was still sat at the desk, looking like he had been turned to stone from surprise. Rue was pleased to note that Hob’s eyes flickered from the bed to them with interest, before quickly returning to their face.
“The duel was a matter between myself and Wuvvy, you should never have been drawn into it, and I’m sorry you were. Wuvvy needed satisfaction but did not want to harm me, and therefore placed the blame at your feet.”
Hob still looked confused, “I am happy to have acted as a proxy for you, even if I did not know it at the time, though I am not sure why Lady Wuvvy would ascribe your motives as my doing. I understand my station and that I could no more affect you than I could affect King Oberon.”
“Oh, you affect me very much,” Rue said, their voice dipping, “And you should give yourself more credit, you have a respectable standing in the courts. We are not so dissimilar, I have my standing in court based on my achievements and services to the court but no titles.”
“You are the Jewel of the Court of Wonder though.”
“And you the Pride of the Goblin Court,” Rue smiled, and placed their hand on Hob’s thigh. They had never been so grateful that Hob didn’t wear trousers most of the time; they could feel the thick muscle under their hand covered with soft fur, and felt a bolt of heat go through them at the notion that it would make a very nice place to sit.
“Mistrex Rue,” Hob said, his voice slightly strained, “I believe we have gotten off the topic of your request.”
Rue hummed, and removed their hand. They didn’t think they had the confidence to ask Hob directly about the matter while having a hand so scandalously placed on his thigh.
“Due to the restraints of my glamour, I have found myself starved of touch over the years, and unable to enjoy certain activities other fey indulge in. Now that I no longer have those restraints, I was wondering if you might be interested in helping me. I have heard goblins are knowledgeable in this area and I hoped you might be willing to share such knowledge.”
“Share my knowledge of certain activities,” Hob sounded the words out, and Rue realised they were being vague in their nervousness.
“I was wondering if you would be interested in sleeping together.”
Hob’s eyes went wide, as if he had truly been expecting Rue’s wish to only be an academic lesson in the mechanics of sex, rather than a practical demonstration. Rue waited as Hob gathered his thoughts, though he seemed to just be looking at Rue in wide-eyed wonder.
“It’s fine if you don’t,” Rue said, “Or if I made a presumption about your level of experience-”
“I will happily aid you in whatever you wish,” Hob said, “I have extensive experience in- the matter in question, you are correct when you say goblins are promiscuous.”
Rue desperately wanted to ask if Hob had ever participated in an orgy, but that was probably a conversation for another day.
“Thank you,” Rue said, “I wanted to ensure it was someone I felt comfortable and safe with,”
Hob looked stunned that Rue considered him such a fey.
“Would you- tonight?” Rue asked, trying to hide their eagerness.
Hob nodded, “Perhaps in your rooms, or somewhere you are equally comfortable.”
Rue nodded.
“Is there anything in particular you want or don’t want?” Hob asked, and they spent the next hour talking through Rue’s expectations and wishes, and Hob explaining why it was important to discuss matters beforehand, although normally goblins covered more extreme bedsports that required more discussion, Hob was still insistent on doing it to make sure Rue enjoyed themselves.
Rue kept getting distracted by how thorough he was being, or rather, the thought that if he was this thorough beforehand, how thorough would he be during. To have that exacting military focus directed solely at them and their pleasure was a tantalising thought.
They spent the rest of the day in dazed anticipation of the evening.
*
When the knock came on their door that evening they had to stop themselves from running to open it. They took a deep breath and made themselves take measured steps across the room.
Rue hadn’t been sure what to wear for such an occasion as presumably (hopefully) it wouldn’t be staying on for long. They had decided to go with a light cotton dress they often wore around their rooms, as it was a little transparent when worn outside in daylight, but for their rooms it was modest enough, and for this evening it was easy enough to remove.
They opened the door to reveal Hob stood there, as dashing as he always looked in his military uniform, and Rue had wanted to unbutton that damned jacket for the whole of the Bloom.
“Good evening, Mistrex Rue,” Hob said.
“Good evening, perhaps we could dispense with formalities this evening, given the circumstances?” Rue said, gesturing for Hob to enter and closing the door behind him.
“Delloso then,” Hob said, a small smile on his face, “Call me Knickolas.”
Knickolas.
Rue nearly sighed at the name, oh fuck I love him. Rue paused momentarily at the realisation. That possibly added another layer of complexity on top of their relationship, with so many misunderstandings, and now the new intimacy that they would share after tonight. Rue figured it was a thought best shelved until that had the time to examine it, and if all they got from Hob was tonight then they would be happy with that.
“Knickolas.” They said, the name suited him perfectly; formality and rumpus meeting in the middle for a perfect name, a name of a gentleman that could also be shouted in bed.
Hob looked pleased in their delight over his name, and Rue felt honoured as they suspected he did not hand it out often.
“How do we-” Rue’s hands twitched nervously at their sides, the two of them were stood face to face for the moment and they weren’t sure how to initiate something, “Begin?” They winced at their awkwardness and hoped Hob wasn’t about to decide they were too much trouble and hightail it out the door.
“May I kiss you?” Hob asked, stepping closer as Rue nodded eagerly. He moved in until their chests were brushing together and Rue found themselves swaying towards him to get even closer.
Hob cupped their face in his hand and smoothed a thumb over their cheek, he held their gaze for a moment before leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the corner their mouth. Rue tilted their head to capture his mouth the second time, and Hob grinned against their mouth before pressing in more fully.
Rue grabbed on to the broad shoulders they had been dreaming about so much and let out an involuntary whimper and Hob ran his tongue against theirs, the noise of them kissing filled the room and caused a jolt of arousal to go through Rue.
Hob’s hand that had been cupping their face moved down, lightly running his claws over their neck, before journeying down their arm and landing on their waist. He rubbed his thumb back and forth soothingly while his other hand dipped down to their thigh, pulling them more securely against him.
His movements were sure and confident, and for someone so ill at ease during the Bloom so far, Rue was stunned to find this self-assured nature in the bedroom. Although they supposed he was certainly a man of action rather than words.
His mouth was a constant pressure and Rue felt like they were being devoured in the best possible way. They stood there kissing for longer than Rue could keep track of, before Hob’s hand moved from their thigh to the thin strap of their dress.
“May I?” He asked, breaking away from their kiss with a slick noise.
“Please,” Rue whispered, they already felt so sensitive all over, and every sense was lighting up from being so close to someone. Being so close to Hob in particular.
Hob started trailing kisses down their neck, taking his time to suck and bite before moving down towards the strap. When he reached it he gently caught it with his claw and slowly pulled it down their shoulder, before continuing his path of kisses down. He moved over to the other side and repeated the process. Rue was simply hanging on to his shoulders, worried if they let go their legs would give out from underneath them.
Hob pulled back from them once both straps were loose around their shoulders, and then trailed his hands down to the hem of the dress and slid his hands up back up their body bringing the dress up with it. He brought it over their head and let it drop to the floor, sweeping them up in another kiss before they could become self conscious about being completely naked in front of him. They hadn’t seen the point in putting anything on under the dress.
Hob’s hands were roaming over their body, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to touch first, and his kisses were becoming harder and more desperate. Rue moaned and tried to unbutton his jacket but was far too turned on to work the fiddly buttons.
Without pulling away from their kiss, Hob started quickly unfastening his jacket, before shedding it and throwing it across the room. He pulled them flush together again and Rue gasped as they could feel Hob pressing hard and insistent against their hip.
They daringly reached down to grab Hob’s hips, reaching around slightly in a not so subtle attempt to feel up his ass, and used the motion to pull his hips against them again in the hopes he would grind against them.
Instead he pulled back from their kiss, his gaze dark and hungry and Rue felt a shiver go through them, they had never seen Hob look more goblin-like or more attractive.
“Are you still alright?” He asked softly, but Rue could feel the slight twitch of his hips as he tried to keep still.
“Yes, please don’t stop.” Rue said, they felt wild with desire and pulled Hob back in to another kiss, they couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, they weren’t sure how they could ever move on after this, how they were ever going to get the thought of him out of their mind.
“The bed,” Hob gasped into the kiss, and Rue was pleased to note he was loosing some of his composure, “We should- on the bed,”
Rue pulled back, their confidence boosted by Hob’s reaction, and turned and made their way to the bed, making sure to swing their hips as they went. They climbed on the bed, reclining in what they hoped was an appealing display. Hob’s eyes were blown with desire, and his chest was heaving as he took in several deep breaths. He quickly followed, and crawled over them looking every inch the predator, diving back in for another kiss and letting some of his weight rest on them, pinning them to the mattress.
Rue groaned and fisted the fur at the back of his head, the weight of him pressing into them was beyond amazing, they felt covered and safe, and unbelievably turned on.
“Knickolas, please, I want-” they weren't exactly sure what they wanted, everything Hob had talked about this morning sounded so good, “More,”
Hob gave them one last kiss on the cheek and a smirk before he started kissing his way down their chest, nipping and sucking at any sensitive spots he found, which was a lot because Rue felt like one big sensitive spot at the moment, and every touch was causing them to squirm in Hob’s grasp.
He stopped between their legs, and gently lifted them so their legs were over his shoulders and Rue had been absolutely right to drool over those shoulders because they were incredible. Hob started by laying soft barely there kisses across their thighs, so close to where Rue wanted his mouth but not exactly, and they moaned and writhed in his hold to try and get him where they wanted him.
Hob was apparently on a mission to drive them insane with want, and he was determined to stick rigidly to that mission as he didn’t budge from what he was doing. Rue even ran their own hand down to play with themselves, but Hob continued sucking a mark into their thigh, although his gaze caught on their ministrations and watch avidly.
Eventually and with no warning Hob moved their hand out of the way and replaced it immediately with his mouth; a mix of broad strokes of his tongue and well as the occasional soft scrape of fangs had Rue shouting into the ceiling, as he opened them up with his tongue.
Rue felt warm all over at the indecent sounds that were coming from Hob’s attentions, and the faint rumbling noise that they could only assume was coming from Hob himself. Hob had their thighs in a bruising grip as he tried to get as close to them as possible, his tongue pressing more firmly into them alongside one of his fingers.
They let out an embarrassing squeak at the sudden intrusion and Hob paused what he was doing, which was the last thing Rue wanted.
“It’s just been a while, it didn’t hurt, please don’t stop,” Rue said, babbling and lifting their hips up involuntarily trying to chase the feeling. Hob dipped back down, his tongue and finger filling them once more. Due to the stress and planning of the Bloom, it had been a while since Rue had gotten an evening to themselves, they had forgotten how good it felt. It felt even better having someone else doing it, the anticipation of what was about to come next, not knowing for sure, was causing Rue to clench around Hob with need.
Hob slowly added another finger, pulling his mouth away to check in with Rue if they were alright, Rue pulled Hob up their body and brought their mouths together in a messy kiss. They could taste themselves on his tongue, and Hob seemed more than happy to stay in the kiss as he fucked two fingers into them slowly.
Rue wrapped their legs around him, and could feel him hard against them, leaking precum onto their stomach. They wanted to be covered in it, they wanted the marks he sucked into their neck and thighs not be covered with feathers and fur, they wanted to parade them round and let everyone know who had given them such bruises.
Hob added another finger, swallowing the whine they made straight out of their mouth. Their kisses had devolved into mostly panting into each other’s mouth as they wound each other tighter and tighter with pleasure.
Rue could feel themselves about to peak, “I’m going to, fuck, I want you in me,”
Hob quickly moved so his face was back between their thighs, “Not over yet, poor goblin manners to only give one orgasm,” he said, before he put his mouth back on them, the combined force of his mouth and fingers had Rue tearing the bed sheets with their grip, grinding their hips down onto him as they came.
They felt boneless as all the building tension in their muscles left them and they slumped back into the mattress. Their legs were still thrown over Hob’s shoulders and he seemed content to remain where he was laving his tongue over them, his fingers not moving but still inside them, and he ran his thumb around their opening causing their legs to twitch as sparks went up their core.
Hob slowly moved up their body, keeping his fingers where they were, his eyes were bright and feverish with longing. Rue could feel themselves clench around his fingers at the sight. He slowly pushed them in and out once in retaliation causing Rue to whine with sensitivity.
He crowded over them and gave them a soft kiss to their forehead, “Do you want to continue? Or do you want to rest?”
“You haven’t fucked me yet,” Rue said, and then felt mortified at the petulant tone of their words.
Hob just grinned and started fucking his fingers into them again, “Not too sensitive?”
Rue shook their head, the feeling was overwhelming but the post-orgasm oversensitivity had gone leaving them to be pleasantly devastated by Hob’s attentions.
He spent a long time working them back up, leisurely fingering them while simultaneously rocking his hips into their thigh. Rue felt flooded with pleasure and confidence and slipped their hand down to grab Hob’s dick, tentatively fisting the length of it.
Hob groaned at the first touch to his cock and Rue could see his arm shake where he was propping himself up above them.
“Delloso,” he groaned, his voice pitched far lower than it normally was, “My hold on myself is tentative at best, I’m not sure I will survive such touches,”
“I want you to come,” Rue said, gripping him more certainly.
“I can come now, or I can come after I fuck you,” He said hoarsely.
“Fuck me,” Rue said, moving their hand to his hip to pull him against them. He finally removed his fingers and lined himself up, they could feel the promising press of him against their opening and he leaned over them to touch his forehead to theirs, and it ironically felt like the most intimate part of the whole night.
“Remember, you’re in control,” Hob said to them in a whisper, “If you want to stop or pause, tell me and I will. I’m at your command,”
Rue nodded, delighting over the fact that they had such a powerful fey at their beck and call, if only for tonight, “And the same for you,” Rue said quietly. They knew Hob was doing this as a favour to them, but they still wanted to make sure he was enjoying himself and comfortable, he was far too likely to put someone else’s pleasure before his own comfort, and Rue did not want to be one of the fey taking advantage of his kind nature.
Hob smiled softly at their words and tentatively pressed a gentle kiss to their mouth, it felt like a first shy kiss between lovers.
Then he ran his tongue along theirs and started a deep and filthy kiss to distract them as he pressed forward into them. Rue groaned at the feeling of fullness as Hob pushed into them, they were nearly panting by the time his hips were flush with them. He paused to let them get used to the stretch, and Rue shifted slightly at the satisfying burn of it. Much like the rest of him, Hob was large.
He was propping himself above them with an arm either side of their head, looking down on them in open admiration as they arched their back and tried to grind down to get him to move.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, and Rue wasn’t sure if he had meant for them to hear him.
He slowly pulled his hips back before driving into them forcefully. His thrusts steady and powerful, and Rue threw their head back into the pillow at the delicious feel of being filled. Hob’s strength was slowly pushing them closer to the headboard and so he hooked an arm around their shoulders to stop them from moving, dragging them back down on his cock.
Rue started letting out a soft cry at every thrust. Hob pressed more of his weight on top of them, letting their chests rub against each other. His mouth was against their cheek and they could feel his hot sharp breaths against their face, and hear the low growls he was making. Rue felt overheated and sweaty, they could feel every point of contact between the two of them, and the length of him was hitting that perfect spot inside them with military precision every time.
“Oh, fuck, Knickolas, I’m going to come,” Rue said, they could feel it coming on quicker this time, already having been worked up from one orgasm. Hob groaned and his hips started slamming into them. He reached one hand down to press against them in counterpoint to his thrusts and Rue writhed between his hand and his dick, not knowing which way to move.
They came with a loud shout, clenching down on Hob’s cock and fisting their hands in his fur. Hob panted and frantically started biting kisses into their neck as he pushed into them a few times more before grinding in as deep as he could and coming.
Rue could feel the heat and wetness filling them and they moaned at the sensation, if they hadn’t already come that would have sent them over the edge.
The two of them lay there for a moment catching their breath. Rue could feel Hob sinking more of his weight on top of them in his exhaustion and they wanted nothing more for him to fall asleep on top of them, pinning them to the bed with every part of him pressed against them. Unfortunately, after a short while Hob pressed a kiss against their forehead and rolled off of them, leaving them cold in his absence.
They quickly buried themselves into his side and curled around him, using Mage Hand to drag the covers over them both. Rue rested their head on Hob’s chest, and was nearly lulled to sleep by the gentle patterns he was tracing over their back.
“I hope that was satisfactory,” He said in a soft rumble.
Rue hummed in pleasure, “More than, though I’m not finished yet,”
“Oh?” Hob asked, a note of hope in his voice.
They ran a hand down his chest towards his cock, “I’ve heard it’s bad manners to only give one orgasm, I wouldn’t want to gain a reputation as an ungenerous lover,”
Hob gasped softly as they wrapped their hand around his dick, which was twitching and filling again, “That is a goblin tradition, you would not be required to fulfil it,” his voice cracked slightly as they started moving their hand up and down.
“Trust me, it’s purely selfish,” Rue said, and pulled him into another kiss.
They were going to keep Hob in their bed for as long as he would let them. Thankfully, Hob seemed disinclined to leave anytime soon.