Byung’s words hung in the air, his gaze steady on Grishka’s face. She paused, her broad shoulders tensing under the weight of uncertainty. The room felt smaller now, the flickering lantern light casting soft shadows across the wooden walls of their retreat. He stepped closer, his smaller goblin frame a stark contrast to her orcish bulk, yet there was no fear in his eyes—only a quiet determination laced with affection.

"I want you to stay," he repeated, his voice dropping to a murmur. His hand reached out, fingers brushing the rough skin of her arm. Grishka’s breath hitched; touch had always meant commands or pain in her world, never this tentative warmth. She didn’t pull away, her green eyes searching his face for the trap that never came.

Byung guided her hand to his chest, letting her feel the steady thump of his heart beneath the thin fabric of his tunic. "Feel that? It’s for you. All of this is for you." Slowly, he tugged at the ties of her leather vest, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Grishka’s massive chest rose and fell faster as the vest loosened, revealing the scarred expanse of her breasts—heavy, full, marked by battles long past. She stood still, allowing him to peel the garment away, her tusks glinting as she bit her lower lip.

He traced a finger along one scar, light as a whisper. "You’re beautiful," Byung said, meaning every word. Leaning up on his toes, he pressed his lips to the curve of her breast, kissing softly. Grishka’s hand instinctively went to his shoulder, gripping but not pushing. His tongue flicked out, circling her nipple until it hardened under his attention. She gasped, a low rumble in her throat, her body responding in ways she hadn’t anticipated—warmth pooling low in her belly instead of the usual rush of aggression.

Byung’s hands slid down her sides, unfastening the belt of her pants with practiced ease. They dropped to the floor, leaving her bare, her thick thighs and the dark patch of curls between them exposed. He knelt before her, looking up with a smile that promised safety. "Let me show you," he whispered, his palms gliding up her legs, parting them gently. Grishka’s knees buckled slightly, but she steadied herself, watching as he leaned in.

His mouth found her folds, lips pressing a soft kiss to her clit before his tongue delved deeper. He licked slowly, tasting her growing wetness, his hands cupping her ass to hold her steady. Grishka’s fingers tangled in his hair, not pulling but holding on as waves of sensation built. This was new—no rough grabs, no demands—just his tongue swirling, sucking lightly on her sensitive nub. She moaned, the sound guttural and surprised, her hips twitching forward instinctively.

"That’s it," Byung encouraged, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against her skin. "Just feel it. Let it build." He slid a finger inside her, curling it to stroke her inner walls, then added another, pumping slowly while his thumb circled her clit. Grishka’s legs trembled, her pussy clenching around his digits as pleasure coiled tighter. She’d known battle, brutal and quick, but this... this was a slow unraveling, his touches coaxing her open like a flower to the sun.

Rising to his feet, Byung stripped off his own clothes, his evolved goblin body lean and toned, his cock already hard and curving upward, thicker than one might expect from his stature. He took her hand, wrapping her fingers around his length. "Touch me," he said, guiding her strokes—firm but not frantic. Grishka’s grip was tentative at first, her callused palm sliding along his shaft, feeling the veins pulse under her touch. Precum beaded at the tip, and she smeared it down, eliciting a groan from him.

He led her to the bed, a sturdy frame piled with furs, and eased her down onto her back. Her body sank into the softness, a luxury she’d rarely known. Byung climbed over her, positioning himself between her spread thighs. "I’ll go slow," he promised, rubbing the head of his cock against her entrance, coating himself in her slickness. Grishka nodded, her eyes wide, trusting him in this vulnerable moment.

He pushed in gradually, inch by inch, stretching her with care. Her pussy gripped him tightly, hot and welcoming, and Byung paused when he was fully sheathed, letting her adjust. "Breathe with me," he instructed, his forehead resting against hers. In and out, their breaths synced, and then he began to move—shallow thrusts at first, building rhythm. His hips rolled, grinding against her clit with each forward motion.

Grishka’s hands roamed his back, nails digging in lightly as the pleasure intensified. Byung kissed her neck, her collarbone, murmuring praises. "You feel so good around me. So strong, so perfect." He angled his thrusts deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. Her moans grew louder, her body arching up to meet him, the gentleness amplifying every sensation until it bordered on overwhelming.

"I... close," she rasped, her voice rough from disuse, the words surprising even her. Byung smiled against her skin, one hand slipping between them to rub her clit in firm circles. "Let go for me, Grishka. I’ve got you." His pace quickened just enough, his cock plunging in and out, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room. The pressure built, a tidal wave she’d never ridden before—tender, insistent, cresting higher with his guidance.

Her orgasm hit like a warm flood, her pussy spasming around him, walls fluttering as she cried out, tusks bared in ecstasy. Byung thrust through it, prolonging the waves, his own release following soon after. He buried himself deep, cum spilling hot inside her as he groaned her name. They stayed locked together, breaths mingling, his body a gentle weight atop hers.

As the aftershocks faded, Byung kissed her forehead, then her lips.

"See? Different, but better." Grishka pulled him closer, a silent agreement in her embrace, the scars of her past fading just a little in the light of this new intimacy.