Ragnar's heart pounded as he positioned himself above Aria, his breath hot against her green skin.
He guided himself toward her, the tip brushing her entrance, but she placed a gentle hand on his chest, her eyes wide with a flicker of uncertainty.
He froze, pulling back instantly. 'Damn it, I rushed her. Ruined everything.
She's going to bolt, and I'll be left here like the idiot outsider I am.'
Aria didn't speak at first. Instead, she tilted her head toward the open window, where a chill breeze rustled the curtains.
"Close it... the wind's too cold."
Relief washed over him, mingled with confusion. He nodded, sliding off the bed and crossing the room in quick strides.
The wooden shutters creaked as he latched them shut, blocking out the night air.
When he turned back, Aria had already shot up from the bed, her small frame wrapped in a sheet.
"I'll change," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Into something... special."
Before he could respond, she darted toward the changing room at the back, the door clicking shut behind her.
Inside, Aria's mind spun like a storm.
'What do I wear? Nothing too revealing, he'll think I'm easy, just another goblin girl throwing herself at him.
But if it's too plain, he'll look down on me, see me as unworthy.'
She rifled through her meager collection, trying on gown after gown, each one discarded in a growing pile.
Twenty minutes ticked by, her hands trembling with fear. 'He'll get impatient. He'll leave.'
Then her fingers brushed something soft, buried at the bottom, a thin white nightgown edged with delicate roses.
The same one her mother had given her years ago, when she was just a child dreaming of stories and futures.
Tears welled up as she lifted it, the fabric whispering against her skin. But a smile broke through the sobs.
'This one. Ragnar will like this one. I promise.'
Back in the room, Ragnar sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers drumming against his knee.
'What's taking so long? Is she regretting this? Me?'
Doubt gnawed at him, the weight of his displacement from Earth pressing heavier in the silence.
The door creaked open, and Aria stepped out, the nightgown hugging her curves like a second skin, the roses blooming along the hem in soft pink threads.
She hesitated in the doorway, her green cheeks flushing darker.
Ragnar shot to his feet, closing the distance in two bounds.
He pulled her into his arms, his lips crashing against hers in a desperate kiss.
She stiffened for a moment, hesitant, her hands hovering before settling on his shoulders.
"It's... the best piece of clothing I've seen since I got here," he murmured against her ear, his voice rough with emotion.
'Better than anything on Earth, the silks, the designer crap.'
He scooped her up effortlessly, her light weight making him feel strong, needed.
Laying her back on the bed, he positioned himself above her in missionary, his eyes locking with hers.
Slowly, he pushed inside, a thin trail of blood trickling down her plump green thighs, a sharp reminder of her innocence.
Aria moaned softly, her hands gripping his waist, her legs locking behind him like a vow.
The warmth enveloped him, cozy and overwhelming, pulling him down until he collapsed gently onto her, his lips trailing kisses along her neck.
She hugged his torso tight, her nails digging in just enough to sting.
He began to move, slow at first, savoring her. But her moans, soft, vulnerable, stirred something primal inside him.
'Aria, the cold princess, daughter of Chief Kalma, always so stoic... now she's mine, shy and open under me.'
It fueled him, the contrast twisting his desire into fire.
He picked up the pace, thrusts deepening, the room filling with her cries.
His balls contracted, the release building like a wave.
With a final drive deep inside her, he kissed her fiercely, cumming in hot spurts.
Aria's face twisted in a whimper, her walls clenching as she felt him flood her. She hugged him tighter, her body trembling.
Ragnar eased out slowly, his gaze dropping to her, ragged breaths heaving her chest, legs splayed, a flush of red blooming on her skin, and a thick glob of his cum seeping from her pussy.
They wrapped around each other, exhaustion pulling them into sleep.
But little did they know, back in the Kobold village, something dangerous brewed.