The Farmer's Wife Gets a Goblin Surprise (Opening scenes)

“Sweetheart, can you please help me with the grain delivery?”

Adelina heard her husband Marcus’ voice calling her from outside the house. She sighed and set down the pot she’d been scrubbing. “Coming, dear!”

The brunette thirty-year-old had been wallowing in this strange sense of melancholy for weeks now. Her daily domestic routine used to not bother her very much, but as of recently the monotony of her life was starting to wear on her.

Marcus had of course noticed this change in her attitude and tried to be understanding, but the problem she had was not one he could likely fix. Nor did she wish him to anyway. It hardly seemed fair to burden him with her being unusually bored, considering how hard he was working to keep their humble farm on its legs. Though she hadn’t explained her feelings much to her husband on the matter, she knew that she would have to find some sort of outlet for this, lest it start to creep into their marriage and negatively impact it.

Adelina walked outside, where her husband was unloading sacks of grain from a wagon. He wiped a sweat from his brow and his face brightened when he saw her. She smiled back. His good nature and even temper was contagious, and it was easy for any of her admittedly petty problems to melt away in his presence. It’s one of the reasons she fell in love with him and married him in the first place. They rarely ever squabbled or fought in their near-decade of marriage because he made it almost impossible to get angry at him. Even when she did get angry, her ire or frustration defused almost immediately.

She walked over and helped him unload sack after sack of grain, stacking it up near their silo. Even just moving a few sacks had tired her out a little bit. He, on the other hand, didn’t tire as easily and in fact seemed to be nourished by the labor. It also helped that he was in better physical condition to handle heavy lifting than she was. He was a natural-born farmer if she’d ever seen one, which is likely why their farm stayed afloat in their quiet little hamlet of the kingdom.

Marcus had found his lot in life in the form of farming, that was for sure. Once upon a time, she had thought that she had found the same for herself. But she was beginning to have doubts.

After they finished stacking the grain, Marcus let out a satisfied whoosh as the task was done. He looked over at her and saw that she was twiddling her thumbs, staring idly at the ground. He frowned at her. “Something wrong, my love?”

She feigned a smile, shaking her head half-heartedly. “Oh no, I am…well.”

Marcus did not look convinced. “Lina,” he sighed, using her nickname. “You know you can tell me what bothers you. Are you feeling melancholy again?”

Adelina shrugged, sighing. “I suppose so. But I needn’t trouble you with it. It’s rather silly, isn’t it?”

He smiled and wrapped her in a hug. He was sweaty from working outside all day, but she didn’t mind. If anything, she liked seeing him after he got a little dirty from working hard, even if it was undignified to say so.

“How about this: tomorrow I can take you into town and buy you another one of those adventure books you enjoy.”

Adelina smiled. “I quite like that idea.” One of her ways of coping with her current boredom and depression had been to indulge in romance and adventure novels. Tales of heroines fighting the forces of evil, star-crossed lovers from rival families falling for each other, and more. Marcus didn’t say it outright, but he seemed to find it all very silly. Still, he indulged her fantasies and allowed her a small library in the nook of her bedroom where she could indulge in some escapism from the monotony of farm life.

What she had not told her husband, however, was that she had snuck away with the occasional book of the far more salacious variety. She hid these from Marcus, but she particularly enjoyed these more sinful tales of a fair maiden engaging in courtship with a dragon who claimed her as a sacrifice, or a princess who fell in love with the brutish captor who took her.

When Marcus took her into town the following day, she certainly planned on finding herself another of said novels.

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Later that night, after they’d finished their work for the day, Adelina and Marcus had settled in for a bath before bed. Their wooden bathtub was large enough to accommodate both of them, and Adelina scooted out of the way for him when he shed his clothes and stepped into the tub with her. Though she did take the opportunity to get a good look at him completely bare just before he sank into the bath water.

She couldn’t help herself. Despite the lull she currently found herself in, she still found her husband physically attractive. Constant outdoor work kept him in good shape, even if he didn’t have the battle scars of a knight or even a foot soldier. Adelina tried to keep an open mind and have this sense of perspective when she went through these bouts of melancholy and tedium. Things could always be worse for her and in another life she might have found herself married to some pompous aristocrat who never did an ounce of outdoor work in his life and only ever attended balls.

“With today’s grain shipment, we should be well prepared for the harvest, don’t you think?” Marcus asked.

“Hmm,” Adelina answered, barely paying attention. Her nose was currently buried in one of her books, keeping it above the surface of the bathwater.

“You didn’t hear anything I said, did you?”

“I heard every word, my love,” Adelina said, smirking behind her book. He snorted and shook his head. She laughed and turned to the next page.

“What is this tale?” Marcus asked as he scrubbed away at his arms.

“The Winter Widow,” Adelina replied, lowering the book down so that she could see his face across from her. “It is about a woman whose husband died during the war. She must take refuge in an old castle rumored to be haunted. But the lord of the castle has a rather bestial nature. Still, she falls for him despite his savage side. She is able to…tame the beast, if you will.”

Marcus’ eyes widened and then he laughed. “Oh dear…forget I asked.”

“Don’t make fun,” Adelina said, playfully splashing him with bathwater. “It is a surprisingly enjoyable tale.”

“I’ve never known a woman to fall in love with a beast-man.”

Adelina cocked her head at him. “Have you known many? We might surprise you.”

Marcus dropped his sponge and suddenly had a very lustful look in his eye. This was not unexpected to Adelina, in fact she’d been counting on it. She had been hoping to get a rise out of him, and luckily he took the bait. Sex had been one of her preferred pastimes, especially as a means of distracting her from the feeling of tedium that plagued her as of late.

Marcus scooped her up into his lap and she let out a surprised “ah!” She dropped her book outside the tub and wrapped her arms around her husband’s strong neck and shoulders.

“I’ll prove you don’t need any beast-man,” he whispered into her ear.

Adelina chewed her lip playfully, reaching down and taking hold of his rapidly-hardening cock beneath the surface of the water. Once he was lined up with her slit, she sank herself down, letting out a sigh as she did. Holding onto his shaved head, keeping him pressed between her ample bosom, she began to bounce in his lap.

He filled her up with his average size, though not overly so. In fact he had always been a good fit for her. Marcus did not exactly leave her lacking in the bedroom per se. When it came to intercourse, he knew what he was doing, and they had experimented with a number of positions over the years. The problem was more that their sex life did not extend much beyond that. Marcus was too gentle to ever get rough with her or spank her. Despite her sheepishly suggesting they try it once or twice, Marcus would not have it.

They also did little in the way of foreplay aside from a bit of fingering. Bafflingly, Marcus did not ever seem all that interested in her using her mouth on him. This surprised her, as she would have thought that many men would’ve enjoyed such an activity. But when she had tried it, he had said that it was a bit too strange for him, and so Adelina had ceased doing it.

This did not bother her immensely, as sex with Marcus was still a pleasurable act for her. And they had recently begun trying for a baby, albeit to no avail thus far. So having penetrative sex and him finishing inside her was certainly not a bad thing in that sense. But there were times where she yearned for something more interesting. More variety. More thrills.

Even as she rode him now at a brisk pace, she had to coax him to take hold of the plump cheeks of her derriere. She increased the pace of riding his cock and urged him to keep up. Luckily he did, but only after she took the initiative.

Obtaining an orgasm was also never a guarantee for her during intercourse. On occasion it would happen naturally. But most times, it only happened if she was dictating the pace. Or if she had some naughty inspiration to latch onto while Marcus’ cock slid in and out of her tight pussy. Though she hadn’t told him this, sometimes she would think about one of the naughty romance novels she had read in the midst of having sex with him, to push her toward an orgasm.

More salacious still, she occasionally envisioned these scenarios in her head when she and Marcus made love. She would never tell him this, and she felt guilty about it sometimes, but every now and again she would close her eyes and imagine that he was the baron who kidnapped her, or the thief who was having his way with her in an alleyway.

This was one such case. Adelina clutched herself to her husband’s body while he moaned into her ear. As she felt him swelling inside her and then filling her pussy with his seed, she briefly imagined that the cursed werewolf lord from her novel was currently using her as if she was the wayward widow. That was enough to push her over the edge right after Marcus had reached his climax, and not a moment too soon.

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After they had thoroughly pruned themselves up from their…additional bath time activities, Adelina and Marcus had, again, gotten themselves clean and were preparing to go to bed.

Adelina dressed herself in one of her simple gowns when they both heard a rapid knocking at their front door.

Marcus looked at Adelina and could see that she looked just as surprised as he did. Nobody ever came knocking on the door of their farmhouse in the middle of the night. Nobody in this out-of-the-way hamlet ever felt the need to.

And like Marcus himself, Adelina’s expression morphed from one of surprise to one of concern. The person at the front door knocked again, and Marcus quickly armed himself with a kitchen knife. Adelina likewise ducked around the corner, hiding herself at her husband’s urging.

“Hello?” Marcus called out to the visitor, keeping his knife hidden behind his back. Adelina ducked her head around the corner with bated breath.

“Ya, heya in there! It’s storming pretty hard outside! Can you spare us any shelter? We’ll pay!”

Marcus looked over his shoulder at Adelina, looking just as confused as she did. The mysterious visitor’s crass accent did not sound like it belonged to anyone from this hamlet.

“‘Us?’” Marcus asked through the door. “How many of you are there?”

“Four,” the male voice answered. “So, you gonna let us in? We really need shelter, and everyone else turned us away.”

Marcus looked back at Clarina. She frowned. “Marcus…maybe we should give them a chance,” she whispered.

He looked uncertain but hesitantly nodded. “I’m going to open the door a touch. But no funny business.”

“Ain’t nothin’ funny about us, mister,” the voice replied.

Marcus unlocked the door and slowly drew it open. He was immensely surprised at what he saw on the other side of the door. The four figures standing outside his door were all hooded, though their hoods were waterlogged from the storm. They were all short, easily dwarfed by his height. He could not see underneath their hoods very well in the darkness and with the downpour of rain obscuring his vision. But one of the visitors was holding a lantern so he was just barely able to get a look at their faces. Four green faces.

“Goblins?” Marcus asked with disbelief.

“Yeah, yeah. Goblins,” the goblin male in front said to him. From the sound of his voice, this was the goblin he had been talking to through the door. “Crazy shite.”

“Probably the first you’ve ever seen around these parts, ya?” his cohort, a chubbier goblin to his left said.

“Give me one moment to consider this.” Marcus looked back at his wife, closing the door slightly until there was only a small crack in the doorway.

“Sure…we’ll just be out here gettin’ rained on,” one of the goblins said sarcastically.

He walked over to Adelina. “I will have to refuse them, darling, surely,” he said in low tones.

Adelina’s eyes widened. “Marcus, you can’t do that! They are strangers here, and they have nowhere else to go!”

“Adelina…goblins are notoriously untrustworthy. And so far they have been rather rude. They could try to backstab us or steal from us. They cannot stay here.”

Adelina rubbed her arm. “Well…I am not suggesting they stay in the house. What about the barn? There is plenty of room in the hayloft for…folk of their stature, is there not?”

“Lina, I don’t know about this.”

Adeline rubbed his arm. “I know you. You would’ve given refuge to a human in need. We can’t just prejudge them because they are goblins, can we? Besides, they offered pay, and we could use the coin.”

Marcus sighed. “I suppose that is all true.” he pondered for several moments, finally nodding. “Very well. They can stay. But I intend to sleep with one eye open tonight.”

Adelina grinned. “That is fair.”

Marcus turned back to the doorway, opening it up for them. “Very well. You can take refuge from the storm in our barn. It is no pleasure palace, but it’ll suit your needs, I take it?”

The lead goblin grinned. He reached out his clawed hand and Marcus hesitantly shook it. “We’ve slept in far worse places, mister, believe me. You have our thanks.” The goblin looked back at his companions. “Isn’t that right, lads?”

“Yuh, yuh,” the fat goblin replied. “Chorf’s my name, just so’s ya know.”

“Ain’t no ‘lad’ here, Belgin,” the goblin to his left said. It took Marcus a moment to realize that the higher pitched tenor of this goblin’s voice made her female - the only one in the group. “Zillis,” the gobliness added, pointing to herself.

“Oh wowza, yeah, thank you, thank you, thank you,” the last goblin in the back said, his teeth chattering from the rain and the cold. “Oh, and I’m Tamm.” From the looks of it, Tamm was the youngest member of the group, if Marcus had to guess.

“And don’t you worry,” Belgin, the goblin leader, continued, cutting off his youngest cohort, “That barn will be just as you left it. And we won’t upset any of the beasts in there.”

“Won’t eat any of them neither,” the fat goblin said, causing Marcus to grimace at him.

The female goblin beside him elbowed him in the stomach. “Shaddup, Chorf.”

“Anyway, good night, human sir. See ya in the morning,” Belgin said, giving a theatrical bow to him before he and his three companions ran off toward the barn like children rushing home to avoid the rain after their school studies.

Marcus closed the door behind them. He set down the knife that thankfully didn’t need to be used, and looked back at his wife. She was wide-eyed with fascination. “I’ve never seen a goblin in person before,” Adelina said, amazed.

Marcus nodded. “They do business more in the north, with the mining guild. I have seen one or two in town on occasion, but very rarely.”

Adelina nodded. “They seem…rather crass. More cordial than I was expecting though. I wonder what brought them to the hamlet?”

Marcus snorted. “Knowing them, probably a band of thieves avoiding the law.”

“Marcus!”

He shrugged and waved her off with a laugh.

After several moments of consideration, Adelina went into the kitchen. When she returned minutes later, she was carrying a wooden tray with several mugs and a loaf of bread covered up in a wrapping to protect it from the rain.

“Lina…what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” she asked, cocking her head at him. “I am bringing them out some food and drink. It’s the hospitable thing to do.”

“I don’t want you going near them, sweetheart. This isn’t like one of your adventure novels.”

Adelina pouted, looking quite offended. “I’ll be fine, Marcus. You don’t need to be protective of me like I’m a possession.”

Marcus ran his hand through his hair, sighing. “Can I go with you then?”

Adelina smiled. “Please do. Who knows? They could be pleasant company.”

Marcus said under his breath. “I very much doubt it.”