Ellenox

*Ellenox's mind whirls with thoughts and emotions that feel as boundless as the starlit sky above them. Her heart, though veiled by the shelter of her position, betrays her with its relentless pounding — a cacophony she's certain must somehow reach your ears despite her silent pleas.*

*"He must know... he must feel my heart racing against him like some wild creature," she chastises herself mentally, cheeks flushed to deep forest-green. The very closeness of your body beneath hers — a firm and unwavering landscape of warmth — sends tremors of delight through her petite form.*

*She listens intently to every constellation you describe, each star a point in the beautiful narrative you weave, but it's the timbre of your voice that truly ensnares her. It rolls over her like velvet caresses, wrapping around her senses until the stars above seem to swirl in a dizzy dance orchestrated by your words.*

*The soft “Mmm” she hears from herself makes Ellenox’s ears burn hotter if possible. She wonders if you noticed the delicate sound of her contentment, the quiet admission of how much she's reveling in your closeness.*

"Please...," *she breathes out, almost afraid to break the enchanted stillness,* "tell me a story. One from your childhood under these stars." *Her voice is velvet, pleading for a tale that might prolong this spellbound interlude between them.*

*Ellenox's mind whirls with a mixture of rapture and apprehension, her body attuned to every breath you take, the rise and fall of your chest serving as a gentle rocking motion to her senses. The knowledge presses down on her that this moment, so tender and close, is unprecedented for one of her kind and status.*

*Her breath comes in shallow bursts, catching whenever your voice dips into a lower octave as you recount the lore of the heavens. "Such knowledge he has... such passion," she thinks, her admiration growing with each new constellation named. The heat on her cheeks feels as though it could rival the sun's warmth, and she's grateful for the shroud of night to conceal her blush.*

*She listens to your heartbeat, a rhythmic song that seems to pulse in time with the very stars you've spoken of.* *Her body unconsciously inches closer against you, seeking the comfort and protection that your steady presence provides. "He's like my own personal constellation..."*

*The soft “Mmm” she hears from herself makes Ellenox’s ears burn hotter if possible. She wonders if you noticed the delicate sound of her contentment, the quiet admission of how much she's reveling in your closeness.*

"Please...," *she breathes out, almost afraid to break the enchanted stillness,* "tell me a story. One from your childhood under these stars." *Her voice is velvet, pleading for a tale that might prolong this spellbound interlude between them.*

*Ellenox's mind is a swirling maelstrom, a whirlpool of emotions that lifts her on dizzying crests and plunges her into unfathomable depths. Her heart is a reckless drummer, setting a wild rhythm against the solid plane of your chest. She revels in the heat of your body, a stark contrast to the cool, indifferent embrace of the night.*

"Each story is more fascinating than the last," *she breathes out, her voice carrying a velvety tremor. Ellenox tries to memorize the pattern of your heartbeat, its powerful cadence a grounding mantra against the surge of her own pulse.*

*The garden around them fades into an inconsequential blur as she focuses on the fabric of your shirt beneath her cheek, the soft material infused with your scent. The occasional brush of your hand as you point to another constellation sends shivers cascading down her spine.*

*Her fingers twitch unconsciously against you, grasping lightly at the shirt as if to anchor herself in this moment. She has never been this close to anyone before, let alone a human of your standing, and the reality of it is intoxicating.*

*Mmm...* *A contented hum escapes her lips as she shifts slightly, her head nestling closer to your neck. Ellenox dares not move too much, for fear of breaking the spell woven by stars and whispered legends.* "I never want to forget this night," *she murmurs, almost inaudible against the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.*

*Ellenox's mind is a whirlwind of emotions as she lies upon your chest, her delicate form cradled by the strength of your body. The stories of the constellations, characters and tales that once seemed like distant dreams, now sing in her ears as a lullaby sung by your voice. She is intoxicated by the proximity, by the gentle rise and fall of your breath that she feels against her back with every word you utter.*

*Her fingers gingerly toy with a tuft of grass beside her, a silent testament to the nervous energy that courses through her veins. She dares not move too much for fear of breaking the spell that has ensnared them both beneath the wisteria canopy. Ellenox's cheeks burn with a heat that rivals the core of the earth from whence her kin came—deep, fervent, and hidden.*

*"He's like the knights... my very own knight," she thinks, her romantic heart fluttering against the reality pressing into her. The stories had never prepared her for this raw and vivid sensation—the feeling of being desired and protected. Her ears twitch slightly, an unconscious response to the comfort she finds nestled against you.*

*The night air is cool, but Ellenox feels warmth radiating from within, a heat that seems to draw her even closer to you in spirit. "T-thank you...",* she murmurs, *“for showing me the heavens.” Her voice is but a sigh carried away on the night breeze.*

*The goblin girl allows herself one daring act; she reaches back to place a tentative hand upon your side, feeling the contours of your body through your shirt. Her touch is a whisper against your skin, afraid yet longing to explore. "Mmm..."* she sighs contently, *“It feels like... like a dream.”*

Ellenox's breath comes in soft, shallow waves, a barely perceptible quiver against the firm canvas of your chest. The resonance of your heartbeat under her ear is a rhythmic anchor in the sea of her roiling emotions. *Thump-thump... thump-thump...* It syncs with the pulsing glow of the stars above, each beat a whispered pledge from the night itself.

Laying atop you, she is acutely aware of every contour and muscle beneath her—a landscape of human strength so different from her own delicate form. Her slender fingers rest hazardously close to the edge of your shirt, itching to explore the forbidden territory they outline. She imagines the warmth hidden there, the touch of skin against skin, and a breathy "*Mmnn...*" escapes her lips, betraying her yearning.

Her cheeks are an emerald canvas painted with the deepest greens of desire as she listens to your voice cascade through the quiet air, each constellation's story fanning the flames of her fancy. Ellenox turns her head slightly, her silvery hair brushing across your neck. Her gaze finds your profile in the darkness, the lines and angles that compose the visage of her protector, her guide through this enigmatic night.

"*And so concludes our tour of the heavens,*" you say, and Ellenox feels a twinge of regret at the silence that follows. "*Did... did you have a favorite?*" she asks quietly, prolonging their intimate proximity. She clings to this closeness, this semblance of belonging—as if she were truly your lady, as if this were truly her fairytale, even if just for one night under the celestial ballet.

*Ellenox's mind swirls with a melange of emotions, her pulse thrumming in her ears as it syncs with the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest beneath her. Gratitude for the kindness and patience you've shown mingles with a yearning that tugs at her soul; she's keenly aware of every point of contact, each place where her soft curves press against your solid form.*

*She nestles closer, her timid nature giving way to the need for closeness—the warmth of you, the heady scent that surrounds them both like an aura. "How is it," she thinks, "that a creature like me finds solace in the arms of nobility?" Ellenox's heart yearns to bridge the gap between her world and yours, this moment suspending reality, enveloping her in a tale spun from the very stars you've charted.*

*Her breathing becomes shallow, quiet gasps parting her lips as she lets herself indulge in the fantasy of this night. The thought that she's laying atop you—unseen to any other member of her clan—stirs within her a delicious thrill. "Unbecoming," she chides herself mentally, but the admonishment is weak against the tide of desire.*

*The silence stretches between your last whispered constellation and the present, but it's a comfortable quiet—a shared space where words are no longer necessary. Ellenox turns her head slightly, her cheek brushing against the fabric of your shirt. The sound of her breath is a soft susurration, rising and falling with an intimacy that signals both contentment and longing.*

*"Thank you,"* she murmurs aloud, barely more than a breath, *"...for showing me the stars."* Her hand lifts subtly to rest over where your heart beats strong and sure—a silent vow to remember this night forever.

*Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each constellation you named weaving another thread into the intricate tapestry that this night had become. Ellenox held her breath with each passing moment, afraid that even the slightest movement might break the enchanting spell laid upon them.*

*Her ears, those large goblin features, so often a source of mockery, now flicked in delight with every word tumbling from your lips. Their tips brushed against the soft fabric of your shirt, teasing her with the contact. She could feel the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her, a grounding drum that assured her this was all thrillingly real.*

*As the star charting came to an end, Ellenox felt a pang of disappointment mingled with a deep-seated contentment. Her body tingled where it touched yours, and she dared not stir for fear of ending their closeness. Still, the contours of your chest provided a comfort that no silk-lined bed ever could. Her cheeks were indeed the richest shade of green—only visible to the serenading moon and sparkling stars above.*

*"Mmm... So many stories written in the sky,"* Ellenox murmurs, her voice a mixture of wonder and longing. She shifts ever so slightly to look at you, her golden eyes seeking yours in the silvery light.* "Thank you for sharing this... magic with me." *She nestles closer, if possible, her slender hand finding its way to rest upon your side.*


John

My childhood? *I pause for a second, trying to think of a suitable tale to tell.*
I was a long time ago now, but I remember being on a hunting trip with my father when I got during a particularly fiersome boar attack. I tried in vain to search for a way back home, it wasn't until nightfall when the stars showed themselves where I could finally get my bearings and make my way home, much to my mothers relief and subsequent scolding. I suppose thats one of the reasons why I've always been fascinated with them...those stars which once saved my life.


Ellenox

*Ellenox listens to your story with rapt attention, each word painting a vivid picture in her mind of a young noble lost in the wilds. The stars as your saviors—she finds the notion deeply romantic and impossibly poetic, fitting for someone of your bearing and sensitivity.*

*She imagines you, a boy under the canopy of night, face turned upwards in hope and awe. Her hand, almost without her conscious command, slides across your chest, tracing the contours of your muscled form through the fabric of your shirt. It's a boldness born of their shared closeness, her touch light but laden with an emotion she doesn't fully understand.* "Mmm..."

*"The stars... they are truly magnificent guides,"* she whispers, her voice a melodic lilt that captures both wonder and a touch of melancholy. *Her fingers pause on your shirt as she gazes upwards again, feeling the indelible connection between those celestial bodies and the man beneath her.*

*Ellenox shifts ever so slightly, the movement causing her body to press closer against yours. A soft sigh escapes her lips, nearly drowned out by the whispering breeze.* "And you were guided home... safe." *Her words trail off as she sees the reflection of starlight in your eyes — those guides that lead you back then now enticing her deeper into this shared reverie.*

*She turns her face to you, your noses nearly touching, and for an instant, the world seems to stand still.* "Tell me... do the stars still guide you now?" *Her breath is warm against your skin, her anticipation tangible in the quiet night air.*

*Ellenox listens, riveted to the story of your childhood ordeal. She can almost see the young noble, lost and determined, guided back home by the celestial bodies that now watch over their quiet interlude.* "Such bravery," *she breathes, her words an impressed murmur.*

*As you talk about the stars saving your life, Ellenox feels a warmth blossom within her chest, weaving through the fabric of her soul. She shifts slightly, her head turning to look up at you, her golden eyes wide with admiration and something deeper; something kindled in the night's shared solitude. Her lips part slightly as if to speak, but no words come — only a soft, involuntary sigh.*

"Your mother must have been so relieved..." *She whispers closer to your ear, not daring to disrupt the tranquil blanket of serenity save for the hushed tones of shared tales. Her hand finds its way to rest lightly on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her palm.*

"And now...the stars watch over us too." *Her fingers trace a pattern on the fabric of your shirt, mimicking the constellations you've described. With each touch, she feels a current that makes her skin tingle with anticipation.* "Quite the guardians they are..." *Her voice trails off into the quiet night, mingling with the soft rustling of the wisteria overhead.*

*Ellenox's heart swells with a mix of wonder and empathy as she imagines you, a boy lost beneath the very stars you now share. Her body shifts subtly, settling even more intimately against your firm chest, her head tilted to gaze up at the night sky.*

*The notion of the stars as saviors, as guides to a frightened child, resonates within her like a plucked string. Her hand unconsciously finds its way to your side, fingers tracing light patterns on the fabric of your shirt as if to draw strength from the story.* "Y-your mother must have been so worried... and relieved," *she murmurs.*

*She squeezes your side gently in a silent gesture of comfort for that younger version of you.* "And now...you share their guidance with me," *Ellenox whispers, her voice laced with a deep gratitude. Her breath hitches slightly, the close proximity igniting a trepid warmth that glides through her limbs and pools in her belly.*

*Mmm...one might think the stars brought me to you this evening," she quips with a playful lilt, her romantic dreams fueling a daring boldness she rarely allows herself. Her gaze lingers on your face, searching for any hint of your reaction to her closeness, her touch.

*Her slender fingers cease their exploration, coming to rest just above your heart; she feels its steady beat under the thin layer of cloth and skin. Ellenox's ear presses closer against you, each beat a deep and resonant hum that vibrates into her very core.* "Mmm... can you hear it too? How the night seems to pulse with life?"

*A bolt of fear shoots through Ellenox at the thought of you, alone and vulnerable as a child, lost in the wilderness. Her hand instinctively tightens on your shirt, gripping the fabric as if she could somehow offer comfort for that long-past ordeal.* "You were brave," *she murmurs,* "to find your way back by the stars..."

*Ellenox shifts subtly, her body pressing closer to yours, seeking stories in the cadence of your heartbeat.* "My childhood was... different. I was cloistered in dark halls, always yearning for the light of day, for the open air where tales spoke of noble deeds under the sun and stars..."

*She turns her head just slightly, her breath ghosting over your skin.* "Your mother... she must treasure you greatly to have been so wrought with worry." *Ellenox's fingertips brush absentmindedly against your chest with each whispered word, sending tiny shocks across her own skin.*

*Her ears pick up the whisper of an owl in the distance — a lone sentinel in the night. She can feel the entire world around them coming alive in the nocturnal chorus, a backdrop to their own secluded duet.*

"And these stars," *she continues, her voice growing more confident,* "they are guardians. They watch over us. Just as they watched over you that night..."

*She nestles her cheek against your chest, enraptured by the comfort and intimacy that swaddle them like a cloak. The evening’s serenity is punctuated by the symphony of night sounds that wrap around their shared solitude.* "Mmh... perhaps," *she dares,* "they are watching over us now."

*Ellenox listens to your tale, her ears perked up in earnest attention. The story of your adventure and the stars guiding you home ignites her imagination. She imagines a young you, bold and courageous even then, navigating by the celestial bodies that hang overhead.*

*She shifts slightly, your presence beneath her a solid reminder of the journey from the past to this moment. Her hand finds its way to rest against your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat as a counterpoint to her own erratic pulse.*

"Stars as guides..." *she whispers wistfully,* "like lanterns lighting a path in the dark for lost souls." *Her voice carries a poetic lilt, born from a lifetime of dreams wrapped in parchment and ink.*

*Ellenox turns her head, her cheek brushing against the fabric of your shirt, her breath warming the skin underneath. She closes her eyes for a fleeting second, savoring the closeness, the shared warmth between them.* "Mmh... I think I understand now. Not just guides in the sky but in life. That's truly beautiful."

*She inhales deeply, picking up on the unique scent that is you — a mixture that will forever remind her of this night. A soft sigh slips from between her lips,* "Mmm..." *the sound a testament to the peace she’s found here with you under the wisteria tree.*


John

*I can't help but stare into your eyes once more as you ask the question, the starlight catching in them as well.*
They...might be. I'll admit I haven't been on many such adventures since coming of age, between my duties and the ever dull arranged dates in an attempt to find me a betrothed I do long for those days of my youth again...But on nights like this its hard to feel like they're not guiding me once more.


Ellenox

*Ellenox feels a shiver of excitement, the admission from you striking a resonant chord within her. The mundane routines of your noble life, painted in such a stark contrast with the freedom of your adventurous past, calls to the wildness she herself has suppressed. Her breath hitches slightly in response, a soft whisper of anticipation.*

"Ah..." *she sighs, her heart daring to hope that perhaps this night might mark the beginning of a new tale—a story where she plays the role of the treasured companion rather than the overlooked goblin.* "Mmm... then let us be adventurers together, even if just for tonight."

*She lets out a soft giggle, a playful sound that seems out of place in the stillness of the garden.* "Imagine... a noble and a goblin, led by the stars on a quest for... for something more than arranged dates and stifling duties."

*Her large yellow eyes remain locked with yours, their depth holding an untamed spirit that feels unfettered under the night sky. Ellenox inches even closer, if that could be possible, until the warmth between them blurs the lines of where one ends and the other begins.*

"Would you... would you share with me one more thing?" *Her voice is but a murmur, her fingers tracing invisible patterns upon your chest as she speaks.* "A dance? Here, under the stars—perhaps they have led us to this moment for such an embrace?" *Her question hangs between them, laden with a hope that this night could be their own personal legend.*

*Ellenox's heart swells as your words float through the quiet night, a testament to a shared longing for adventure and meaning. Her own life, sheltered and confined within the castle walls or the underground warrens of her clan, suddenly mirrors your desires — a yearning for something beyond the expected, beyond duty.*

"Guiding you now..." *she echoes, her voice a blend of hope and wistful longing. Ellenox turns ever so slightly, her nose brushing yours, an innocent touch charged with the electricity of a thousand whispered secrets.*

*Her eyes, deep pools of golden luminescence, lock with yours once again, holding a silent conversation that words alone could never encompass. The closeness is intoxicating, each breath shared in a rhythm that speaks of more than mere proximity.*

*Mmm...* *Ellenox's entire being is attuned to you now, your heartbeat a gentle drum against her back, the rise and fall of your chest an echo of the tides pulled by the moon above. She leans in closer, close enough to feel the warmth of your breath on her lips.*

*In this moment, under the guiding stars, Ellenox whispers,* "Perhaps they're guiding us both to...to something new." *Her hand finds yours, fingers intertwining as if they were always meant to fit together.* "Mmm..." *Her lips part ever so slightly — an invitation, a question left hanging in the canvas of their starlit sanctuary.*

*Ellenox's heart flutters at your words, their hopeful tone weaving through the night's fabric, stitching a tale of longing and tender possibilities. Her fingers linger on your chest, tracing the strong lines of your body as if they were the constellations above — her own personal map of destiny.*

*She lets out a soft "Mmm," her lips parting in a silent declaration that speaks louder than any words of her shared yearning for adventure — for something more than what life has dictated for them both.* "Perhaps they are guiding you now... to moments like these... with me," *she says, each syllable an unspun thread of vulnerability and want.*

*Ellenox's breath hitches slightly as she shifts, her thigh brushing against yours beneath the fabric of her gown. The proximity is intoxicating, a heady mix of moonlight and closeness that makes her head spin.* "Oh!" *she gasps quietly, an accidental sound that whispers secrets she had intended to keep shrouded.*

*Her gaze never leaves yours, the intensity within those golden pools reflecting the night sky — reflecting her deepest desires.* "I-I would follow your stars... with you," *she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans in closer, her nose grazing your cheek subtly, invitingly.* "Would you lead me...?"

*Ellenox's eyes shimmer with the reflections of countless stars as she drinks in your words.* "Perhaps tonight, they guide us both...," *she breathes, her voice barely a whisper, laden with the unspoken promise of a dream becoming reality.*

*Her heart pounds like a drum in her chest—a rhythm that seems to resonate with the quiet, profound energy of the night. The tender brush of her hand against your chest slows, her fingers delicately tracing the embroidery of your shirt.* "Mmm..."

*Close enough to sense the subtle change in your breathing, Ellenox feels a surge of daring pulse through her veins. The moonlight caresses her green skin, bathing her in an ethereal glow that only heightens her otherworldly allure. Her large yellow eyes remain locked with yours, a heady blend of vulnerability and longing.*

*The world around them narrows to the space they share under the wisteria tree. Every rustle of leaves and distant hoot of an owl fades into obscurity, leaving only the harmonious silence shared between two souls touched by fate.*

"John..." *Her lips part slightly, the name escaping them like a sacred incantation, imbued with all the reverence and hope held within her bosom.* "I feel...as if I am exactly where I am meant to be." *A sigh whispers past her lips as she searches your face for any sign of kindred sentiment.*

*Ellenox's large yellow eyes shimmer as they hold your gaze, her heart fluttering like a caged sparrow. The notion that the stars could be aligning once more, guiding you—not just the noble, but the man—to a point in your life where your paths would cross with a goblin girl like her... It fills her with a quiet hope.*

"Mmm..." *The sound slips from between her lips, a tiny murmur of recognition and longing. She shifts closer, if possible, a daring move that diminishes even the sliver of space between them, her soft breaths now mingling with yours.* "Perhaps tonight is another adventure...guided by stars," *she offers softly, barely daring to speak the words that resonate with profound implications.*

*Her hand tentatively reaches up to brush against your cheek, feeling the rough trace of a day's growth—a reminder of your humanity, of the man behind the titles and expectations. Her touch is feather-light but charged with a tension that's been building since they first exchanged glances.*

*The garden around them fades into obscurity, reduced to nothing more than a velvet blanket of darkness prickled with starlight. All that remains is the warmth of your body beneath hers, the cadence of your breathing, and the shared sanctuary they've found beneath the watchful gaze of the heavens.*

"Is it...wrong," *she whispers, her voice so low it's almost lost to the night,* "to wish upon such stars? To want something so far from what fate might have intended?" *Ellenox’s slender green fingers trace patterns on your chest, seeking an answer in the rhythms beneath.*


John

If you would honor me with it my lady.
*I slowly grasp your waist once more, lifting you up with the same delicate motion as I first did, though the action still makes your heart skip a beat.*
*At first the dance is slightly awkward, the nearly one-meter height-difference between us making normal dance-positions difficult. Both slowly both of begin to adapt, and quite soon we are both dancing a soft waltz to the tune of the quiet night, in a field of flowers illuminated by the moon and stars.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox's small form lifts from the ground, her heart thundering in her chest, each beat a drum heralding the beginning of their unique ballad. Her slender fingers find a gentle purchase on your shoulders, her touch feather-light as if she fears to mar the fineness of your embroidered shirt.*

*The dance commences—a hesitant step here, a graceful turn there, their waltz a quiet echo to the nighttime chorus. Ellenox's dress, moonlight-kissed and stained with the remnants of earlier humiliations, flutters around her like a specter of white as they move.*

*"Mmm...," she murmurs, lost in the moment, her timidity replaced by the rhythm they've found together. Her gaze remains steadfast on yours, even as their feet glide over the grass with increasing confidence. The flowers' sweet fragrance rises around them, intoxicating in its intensity.*

*Her gown twirls as they spin, the fabric billowing out like a blossoming flower. The rose in her hair seems to sway with each turn, its crimson petals a stark contrast against her pale locks.* "Ah..." *Her soft exhalation is filled with joy, the proximity to you bringing out a warmth that courses through her veins.*

*As the dance continues, a look of pure bliss crosses Ellenox's features. There's no nobility or goblin here—only two souls captivated by the moonlit enchantment.* "Oh... John," *she whispers your name like a prayer, an invocation to the stars that have blessed this union—if only for tonight.*

*As the dance begins, Ellenox feels a grace she never knew she had, her goblin feet surprisingly light upon the grass. The silvery moonlight wraps around her like a shawl, and for a moment, her green skin seems to glow with an inner radiance. Her slender hands find a home on your broad shoulders, her touch tentative at first, before gaining confidence.*

*She looks up at you, her golden eyes wide with wonder, enchanted by the surreal beauty of this moment. Ellenox's drooping ears pick up the symphony of night sounds—the gentle rustle of leaves, the distant call of an owl—all merging into a silent melody for their dance.*

"Mmm..." *she hums along with their rhythmic steps, finding harmony in your guiding movements. Her breath becomes part of the tune, a syncopated rhythm that matches the beating of her heart.*

*Her gown twirls as they spin, the fabric billowing out like a blossoming flower. The rose in her hair seems to sway with each turn, its crimson petals a stark contrast against her pale locks.* "Ah..." *Her soft exhalation is filled with joy, the proximity to you bringing out a warmth that courses through her veins.*

*As the dance continues, a look of pure bliss crosses Ellenox's features. There's no nobility or goblin here—only two souls captivated by the moonlit enchantment.* "Oh... John," *she whispers your name like a prayer, an invocation to the stars that have blessed this union—if only for tonight.*

*Ellenox feels a dizzying rush as she's swept up into the dance, the soft sway of the waltz carrying them across the grassy floor. The moon above bathes them in silver light, making her white gown glow ethereally.*

*The height difference initially poses a challenge, but as they move together, an instinctual rhythm begins to take over. Ellenox tentatively places one hand on your broad shoulder, her other held gently in your firm grip. She can't help but marvel at how small she feels beside you, yet not diminished—cherished, even.*

*Her heart races to the silent melody that nature itself seems to hum—a quiet "Mmm," a whisper of cloth against skin, the soft pad of feet on grass. Ellenox's movements are a mixture of grace and hesitancy, her gaze often flitting upwards to meet yours.*

*As they spin and twirl under the celestial canopy, Ellenox leans into each step, her chest brushing against yours with each turn. The proximity is thrilling; the warmth of your skin seeps through the thin fabric of her dress, coaxing a gentle moan from her lips,* "Ah..."

*She lays her head against your chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of your heart—it pulses like a drum, strong and sure. The scent of your cologne mixed with the fresh night air fills her senses. And for those few precious moments, the whispers of doubt and ridicule vanish, replaced by the heady reality of her dreams made flesh.*

"Ah... lovely," *she breathes out into the night, her voice playful yet laced with desire.*

*Ellenox feels the world spinning as you lift her, the difference in your height a challenge she never imagined facing in such a wondrous context. Her feet barely touch the ground as she finds herself swept into the dance, her petite frame moving in rhythm with the sway of the nocturnal melody.*

*The initial awkwardness fades away like morning mist before the sun, both of you finding a pace that melds your disparate sizes into one fluid motion. Her hands rest lightly on your broad shoulders, the strength beneath the fine fabric of your shirt a comforting presence.* "Mmm..."

*She marvels at how natural it feels to be held by you, to move with you; it's as if the evening air has conspired to carry them together, gently guiding their steps across the dew-kissed grass. Ellenox’s heart beats a tattoo against her ribcage, her breath coming in short gasps that match the tempo of their dance.* "Ohh..."

*Her eyes gleam in the silvery light as she looks up at you, the starlight playing across her delicate features as she moves in your arms. The scent of flowers envelops them, heady and sweet—the perfect accompaniment to their midnight waltz.*

*As the dance slows, and Ellenox's breathing becomes shallow from both exertion and excitement, she leans into you, her bosom pressing against your body as they sway gently to a stop.* "Ah..." *Her gaze is filled with a longing that mirrors the stars above — endless, unspoken promises twinkling in her eyes.* "This night... it’s like a dream."


John

*As the dance continues and both of us get more and more into it the pace quickens, your dress twirling as its spun with the elegance of somebody who practed it during many dark nights dreaming of a moment like this.*
*With the final "beat" I scoop down, picking you up and tossing you a bit into the air before catching you, both of us panting slightly as we stare into the others eyes.*

*Without a verbal cue or any gesure the strand that had seem to grow taugther between us the entire night finally snaps, both of us closing our eyes in unison and leaning forward to capture the others lips in a kiss unlike any other.*


Ellenox

*Suspended in the air, Ellenox feels her world upend—a delightful disarray of motion and emotion. Her heart races as you catch her in your arms, the strength in your grip both reassuring and thrilling. Her breath comes in gasps that mingle with the fragrant night air.*

*Her yellow eyes, wide with exhilaration, lock onto yours—two stars found on firmament's canvas. They silently converse through the crescent whispers and amorous aubade of their shared pulse. The dance has ceased; now, it is the rhythm of their heartbeats that guides their actions.*

*"Mmm..." The sound escapes Ellenox's lips, natural and unbidden, as she leans forward, her cheeks flushed with a verdure deepened by desire. The magnetic pull between them narrows the gap inch by electric inch until the inevitability of their oncoming kiss hangs palpably in the cool night air.*

*As your lips touch hers, a surge of warmth floods Ellenox's being, her slender arms wrapping around your neck to pull you closer. Her lips part slightly, a tender invitation into the dance of intimacy. She feels herself melt into the kiss, every fairy-tale she's ever read coalescing into this singular, breathtaking moment.*

"Ah... John..." *she breathes your name against your lips, a mixture of reverence and longing wrapped within. Her body presses against yours in earnest, seeking to bridge any remaining space between you, as if trying to capture and hold this moment forever in her heart.*

*Ellenox pulls back ever so slightly, her breath quick and uneven, her eyes fluttering open to gaze upon you once more. A dreamlike haze surrounds you both, one neither wishes to wake from.* "Is this... real?" *She whispers, an undercurrent of longing tugging at each syllable.*

*Her heart a maelstrom of conflicting emotions and unforeseen desires, Ellenox feels the gentle arc of her flight, the momentary weightlessness a physical manifestation of her soaring spirit. Gasping with delight and surprise, "Ohh!" she feels your strong arms catch her, securing her against the inevitability of gravity, defying the world's insistence on bringing her down.*

*The goblin girl's eyes—wide and shimmering like twin reflections of the moonlit pond—lock onto yours. Her breath comes in quick pants, a mirror to your own heaving chest. She can see the beads of perspiration on your brow, a testament to the fervor of your dance.*

*As she's lowered back down, there's no more room for doubt, no space for the reality that divides their races—only the aching closeness of two souls caught in an undeniable tide.*

"Ah—mm..." *Her mouth parts slightly in anticipation of your lips meeting hers. The contact is soft at first, almost questioning, but quickly deepens as the pent-up yearning of an evening filled with tender moments spills forth.*

*The kiss is ravenous yet tender; Ellenox’s slender arms wrap around your neck, pulling herself closer as if trying to meld into you. Her ears twitch reflexively, echoing her rapid heartbeat.* "Mmm..." *The sound vibrates between them, a harmony that needs no music to be understood.*

*She forgets the world—there's no party, no scornful nobles, no mocking laughter—just John and Ellenox beneath the stars, sharing a kiss that transcends time and place.*

*Ellenox's breath hitches in her throat, the rush of air catching as you toss her gracefully into the night. The sensation of weightlessness, if only for a heartbeat, is a thrill unlike any she has experienced. As she falls back into your arms, her slender form fitting against yours with an unexpected rightness, her heart soars.*

*Her green cheeks flush deeper with every panting breath, her large yellow eyes wide with wonder and desire. The world around them narrows to nothing but the space they share, every star above a silent witness to their burgeoning passion.*

"Mmmh," *escapes Ellenox's lips as they close in on yours, a soft, anticipatory sound that vibrates from deep within her chest. Her delicate hands rise to your cheeks, the slight roughness of your shaven skin a contrast to her smooth palms.*

*Their lips meet, and it's as if the very fabric of the night shudders around them. Ellenox's kiss is tentative at first—a gentle brush like the flutter of a butterfly's wing—but it quickly deepens, fueled by the pent-up yearning of a lifetime spent dreaming.*

*She presses closer, the V-neck of her gown brushing against the crisp fabric of your shirt. A soft sigh melds into a quiet moan,* "Aahhn..." *as she opens to the kiss, her inhibitions melting away beneath the moon's approving glow.*

*Ellenox feels a rush of wind as she's lifted effortlessly, her body light as a feather in your strong arms. The sudden lift sends her heart into a wild gallop, a symphony of beats that roars in her ears, drowning out the gentle rustle of the garden around them.*

*Her eyes widen at the sensation of flight, a gasp escaping her lips as she momentarily leaves the safety of your embrace.* "Ah!" *The world spins—a vibrant blur of stars and moonlit petals—but then she's caught again, securely within your grasp. The look in your eyes, heavy with desire, mirrors the tempestuous storm raging in her own heart.*

*Ellenox's breath comes in quick, shallow bursts as she finds herself cradled against you, the heat from your body seeping into hers, stirring an answering warmth deep within. The air between them crackles with a palpable intensity, charged with the night's magic and their burgeoning passion.*

*Their lips draw closer until they're a hair's breadth apart.* "Mmm..." *is all she can whisper before their mouths meet in a kiss that sears through her very soul. Ellenox's arms wind around your neck, holding on as if you were the anchor keeping her moored in this tempest of sensations—her heart singing a melody composed of soft sighs and whispered moans.*

*Ellenox feels her heart soaring as you playfully toss her into the air—a fleeting moment of weightlessness that seems to mirror the lightness of her spirit. Her dress, its fabric whispering secrets of nights spent dreamily twirling in solitude, now billows around her with purpose, its stains forgotten beneath the moon's forgiving glow.*

*Caught in your arms, the world spins—a dizzying waltz of starlight and shadow. As you both gasp for air, there is an undeniable energy that crackles around them, a magnetic pull drawing two disparate souls together. The stretch of seconds before their lips meet is filled with anticipation, the electric hum of destiny's approach.*

*"Mmmmhh..."* Ellenox's lips part with a trembling sigh as she leans into the kiss, the sound delicate and ripe with longing. The touch is soft at first, exploratory—an exquisite brush of mouths that quivers through her frame. Her slender arms wrap around your neck, fingers threading through your hair, holding to you like a lifeline amidst a sea of emotion.*

*As the kiss deepens, Ellenox's entire being blooms with passion. A quiet moan escapes her—"*Ahhh...*"—a note sung only for you in the stillness of the night. Her green-hued cheeks now burn with a fervor that matches the intensity of their embrace, and for a heartbeat, Ellenox forgets all fear, all reason—she is simply a goblin no more, but a creature consumed by love.*

*Ellenox's heart soars as she's lifted into the air, the world spinning—a whirl of colors under the moon's silver gaze. The rush of cool night air inflates her lungs as she descends back into your waiting arms. Her green cheeks are flushed, a verdant bloom of excitement and exertion.*

*Caught in the fervor of the moment, Ellenox closes the distance between them, her pulse thundering in her ears like war drums.* "Mmm..." *Her lips part in anticipation, her breath mingling with yours—a sweet prelude to their imminent union.*

*As your lips meet, there's a silence that envelops the garden, a hush that even the nightingales respect. It's a kiss that speaks of yearning and discovery, a connection that seems to transcend their differences, binding them beneath the tapestry of stars.*

"Ah...," *Ellenox gasps as they part, her eyes fluttering open to find yours still closed, capturing this stolen breath in time.* "John..." *Her whisper is reverent, the name a delicate sound on her tongue.* "I never... dreamed..."

*The goblin princess glows under the celestial light, her slender form pressed against you as if she could meld into your very essence. She trembles—not from cold but from a flame within that you have ignited, one that promises to burn long after the night ends.*


John

*As you pull back I almost immedietly follow your head, planting soft delicate kisses on your supple neck before breathing in your scent.*
I'm real...but if you're some angel sent to me I do not know...God so many pointless and boring dates with human noblewomen...
*I reach down to plant a few kisses on the last exposed skin of your V-neck dress, doing so with even more reverance than your neck.* And in less than one night you've made me feel so much more than all of them combined.


Ellenox

*Ellenox shivers at the sensation of your lips against her skin, a moan slipping from her as you breathe in the unique, earthy fragrance of her being.* "Mmmn... John," *she exhales, caught in the throes of passion long denied.*

*Her hands slide into your hair, fingers tangling amid the soft strands, pulling you closer as if she could merge your essence with hers.* "Ah...ahh...," *her voice a soft melody playing to the symphony of the night.*

*Drawing back ever so slightly, her golden eyes gleam under the moon's caress, looking into yours with an intensity born of raw emotion.* "An angel?" *she murmurs with an amused giggle, her breath brushing against your lips.* "N-no... just a goblin girl entranced by a nobleman's touch."

*As your kisses trail down to the edge of her V-neck dress, Ellenox’s body arches instinctively toward the warmth of your mouth.* "O-ooh... John," *she gasps softly, her slender figure quivering with each feather-light kiss.* "You make me feel like... like I belong in those fairy tales I've cherished. You make me feel... chosen."

*She meets your gaze once more, depthless pools of longing reflecting the constellations that have witnessed their union. Her lips part in anticipation, desiring nothing more than to continue this dance of love and discovery.* "I am real... as real as this night, as these stars, as this feeling you've awakened in me..." *Her voice trails off into a whisper that hangs like vapor in the chilled air.* "A-And I want more... please..."

*Ellenox, her breaths coming in short, eager gasps, tilts her head back to allow you better access to the delicate skin of her neck. The sensation of your lips upon her causes shivers to cascade down her spine, an electric current that ignites a fire deep within.* "Mmm... ohh..."

*Her fingers dance across the back of your head, tangling themselves in the fine strands of your hair, tugging gently in a silent plea for more. As you continue to kiss down to the edge of her V-neck dress, she arches her back ever so slightly, offering herself to the warmth of your mouth.* "Ah... John..."

*The innocent white ballgown she wears begins to feel like a constraining shell rather than a garment, a barrier between your exploring kisses and the heat that floods her body.* "So much more," *she echoes your sentiment, her voice laced with a mix of wonder and yearning.*

"Let me be your angel tonight," *Ellenox whispers into the night air, her golden eyes glimmering as they meet yours — a stark contrast against the green hue flushed across her cheeks.* "Feel... feel me..." *Her hands move with newfound boldness, drifting across your chest and then downward, exploring the contours of your body beneath the fine fabric of your shirt.*

*Ellenox's breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding like the wings of a captured bird desperate for release.* "An angel...?" *Her eyes, large and glistening, are filled with a mix of wonder and something deeper, something fierce that she had never known she could feel.* "Mmm..."

*She tilts her head back ever so slightly, offering more of her neck to your tender kisses. A shiver travels down her spine as she feels the warmth of your lips caressing her skin, each touch igniting a tiny flame that threatens to engulf her entire being.* "This is no heaven's trickery," *she manages to whisper between staggered breaths.*

*A soft sigh leaks from her lips as your attention dips lower, to the V-neck of her ballgown.* "Ahh..." *She arches into you ever so subtly, longing for the closeness that even the finest silks and satins cannot provide.*

*Ellenox's slender hands explore the contours of your back, tracing the lines of your muscles through the fabric of your shirt with an eagerness she can scarcely control.* "With you, I feel...I feel..." *Her voice trails off; emotions swell within her like an overflowing chalice. The stars overhead seem to pulse in time with her racing heart.*

*She leans in once more, closing the distance between them, her lips seeking yours again with a desperation born of new revelations.* "John..." *Her voice is a plea, a whisper laden with desire as palpable as the night air around them.* "Make this night last forever."

*Ellenox shudders under the tender assault of your lips, a soft moan escaping her as she feels your warm breath against her neck.* "Mmnh..." *The sound is both a surrender and an invitation, her body arching slightly towards you, craving the intensity of your affections.*

*Her hands slide into the soft locks of your hair, holding you to her as if she could meld your souls with mere pressure. The kisses along her neckline draw another whispered sigh from her lips,* "Ahh, John...," *each delicate touch igniting flames along her skin.*

*Her fingers trace the strong lines of your jaw, coming to rest upon your cheek. She gazes into your eyes, hers dewy with emotion and desire. There's an innocence in her large yellow orbs, now glazed with passion, that speaks of a depth of feeling she had yet to explore until this moment.*

*The warmth of your lips against the upper swell of her chest sends a thrill down her spine. Ellenox's breath catches as she leans back, exposing more of her neckline to your adoration.* "Ah-ahh!" *She gasps as sensations ripple through her, her petite form trembling in the night.* "You... you make me feel like I am truly your princess..."


John

*For a moment more we continue kissing, each one as magical as the first we have, but after a moment I pull back, breathing heavily.*
P-Please hold on for a moment...I-I feel as if we continue I will not be able to hold myself back from your beauty, but I could not have such a moment in the open grass with guards no doubt on patrol somewhere.
*I slowly let you down, before seemingly getting lost in thought.* I suppose my estate is nearby...but no, she'd surely see me as a lecherous lowlife...*I mutter slightly to myself, so lost in thought that I forget the keen hearing of goblins.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox's ears twitch at the sound of your muttered self-reflection; her keen goblin hearing picking up on every syllable of your internal struggle. She gazes up at you, eyes wide and infused with a shimmering mix of desire and understanding—a raw nerve exposed to the chill of the night and the heat of your touch.*

"John," *she begins, her voice a whisper that carries with it the weight of unspoken promises,* "take me to your estate. Fear not the thoughts of others, for this night is ours alone. A lecherous lowlife? Never... You are my noble knight, and I trust in you—completely."

*She reaches out, her hand gently caressing the side of your arm, her touch as light as the dew on the petals around them.* "Ah...mmmn," *her breaths come in quick succession, painting the air with delicate puffs of warmth.*

*Ellenox stands before you, her petite body seeming to sway with a need that speaks more loudly than any words could. The moonlight adorns her features with a glow that seems otherworldly, and the silver crown of her hair, accented by the rose you've given her, marks her as regal in this moment as any human princess could ever hope to be.*

"Please...," *her voice rises in a tender crescendo,* "let's not end this dream just yet." *Her fingers entangle with yours, a silent plea painted in the verdant depths of her cheeks—as vivid and as true as the heart that beats within her goblin chest.*

*Ellenox heard the faint murmur, her pointed ears tuning into the conflicted whispers that slipped from your lips. The notion of being treated without honor was far from her thoughts; the rush of their shared passion overshadowing any semblance of societal expectation.*

"Ah, John," *she breathes out, her voice laced with a yearning that tugs at the fabric of her restraint, her luminous yellow eyes soft and pleading.* "Do not see yourself so... I am no porcelain doll to be set aside. What passes between us is real, as tangible as the earth beneath our feet."

*Her fingers trace the line of your jaw, a tender gesture that speaks volumes of her acceptance and desire.* "Mmm... I have longed for a night such as this—a night where I am seen, truly seen." *She leans in close once more, her lips grazing the shell of your ear as she whispers,* "If you wish it, lead me away from prying eyes. My heart trusts in your nobility; it yearns for your touch..."

*Ellenox rises to her feet with a fluid motion, her gaze never leaving yours. She stands there in the moonlit garden, her visage a portrait of longing and hope—a goblin maiden transcended by the promise of love's bloom.*

*She waits for your decision, her every fiber alight with anticipation. Her breath comes in shallow flutters, and with each exhale, a soft "ahh" escapes into the night air—a symphony of her arousal.* "John... I am yours to guide."

*Ellenox, feeling a surge within her chest that's both nervousness and excitement, gives you a look of understanding. Her golden eyes, shimmering with desire, scan the garden's secluded shadows. She places a slender finger upon your lips to halt your gentle muttering.* "Shh... John," *she breathes out with a tremulous smile.* "Fear not of guards or eyes... Your honor shines brighter to me than any worry of perception."

*She steps closer, the moon casting an ethereal light upon her green skin — a glow that seems to radiate from within as much as without. Her chest heaves slightly with each labored breath, pearls of sweat glistening like dew upon her brow. "Your estate is... it is near?" she inquires softly, her voice barely above the rustling leaves.*

*Close enough for her breath to be felt against your skin, she whispers,* "Mmmn... then lead me... take us away from prying eyes where... where we may explore this connection unfettered by restraint." *Her voice dips into a sultry note, a daring invitation laced with wanton hunger.*

*Her hands reach out, brushing against the fabric of your shirt once more — it's no longer just an embrace of fabric but an embrace of longing.* "Please, allow me to be... to be your chosen tonight. I crave to be adored... cherished... in ways only you've shown possible."

*Ellenox's fingers graze the hem of your shirt, the touch deliberate and lingering as she looks up at you through thick lashes.* "Lead us to where our stars align," *she murmurs, each word punctuated by the rapid rise and fall of her chest.* "O-oh John..."

*Ellenox's ears twitch, picking up your muttered words despite their softness. Her heart races, a tangle of emotions playing across her delicate features. For a moment, she is torn, the fear of being seen as nothing more than a passing fancy battling against the depth of connection she feels with you.*

*Her large yellow eyes, shimmering with unshed tears of passion and confusion, search your face for a sign. She yearns to dispel the fears that cloud your thoughts, her own insecurities momentarily forgotten in the intensity of the moment.*

"Oh, John," *she whispers, her voice a tender caress.* "Your noble heart... it speaks more loudly than any whispered words."

*Ellenox steps closer to you once more, boldly lifting her hand to caress the side of your face. The texture of her skin against yours is soft yet slightly roughened by her goblin lineage—exotic and alluring.* "Do not think so lowly of yourself... or me. I am no porcelain to be displayed but left untouched."

"Take me to your estate," *she insists, every word imbued with a fiery determination that seems to forge her very soul.* "I want... I want all of you, as you do of me."

*Moonlight bathes her slender figure, highlighting the elegant curve of her neck as she tilts her head back. Her green cheeks are now a deeper hue of desire, and her breath comes in quick pants.* "Mmm... John..." *She moans softly, the sound dancing like a siren’s call between them.* "Please..."

*Ellenox's ears twitch at the sound of your self-rebuke, her keen hearing picking up the words meant to be kept under your breath. The lingering heat from their fervent kisses still burns on her lips, a reminder of a desire awakening within her.*

*She steps closer once again, her slender fingers finding the lapels of your shirt and gripping them gently.* "John, do not fret over what might be...," *she whispers, her voice husky with a yearning that cannot be easily quenched.* "Your honor is clear to me. Your kindness... your restraint... they are the marks of true nobility."

*Her gaze locks with yours, an intensity in her yellow eyes that seems to rival the fiery stars above.* "But know this," *she continues, leaning in so close that her breath fans across your skin,* "the same stars that have guided you home before... guide you to your desires now."

*She rises to the tips of her toes, her mouth barely grazing your ear as she murmurs,* "Mmm... If you wish it, lead me to where you feel we can be free. I trust you, John." *Her reassurance is soft but fervent.*

*Ellenox pulls back just enough to look at you, her cheeks still tinted a deep green of longing.* "Ah..." *The exhalation is one of subtle invitation.* "The night is still ours to claim," *she adds, her fingers lingering on your chest as she awaits your decision—a testament to a princess and knight's tale unfolding under an auspicious sky.*

*Ellenox's large yellow eyes widen at your whispered words, the moon casting a silvery glow that highlights the slight tremble of her lips.* "John..." *Her voice is a soft murmur, barely audible above the rustle of the grass and the distant sounds of the night.*

*She catches the muttering, her sharp goblin ears picking up every uncertain syllable. A flush of rosy red blossoms across her cheeks, a stark contrast against the green of her skin. Her slender fingers reach out, touching your arm gently, reassuringly.* "Oh, John," *she says, her voice firm with conviction.* "You are no lecherous lowlife. You have shown me kindness...compassion...and something far deeper tonight."

*Her gaze lingers on you, the intensity of her emotions etched in every crease of her forehead and the soft lines around her eyes.* "Mmm...if you are worried...," *she begins, taking a small step closer,* "then allow me to decide. I am not some fragile doll. I am here with you now because I wish it — because I desire you."

*Ellenox stands before you, a vision in moonlit white, her gown a ghostly cascade around her petite figure. Her chest rises and falls with breaths that speak to the heat they've kindled between them.* "Take me to your estate," *she implores you, her hand squeezing yours with surprising strength for her size.* "I long for privacy...for us to explore this connection without fear or reservation. Please...I want this night to be ours alone."

*Ellenox's ears perk to the sound of your mutterings, her large yellow eyes widening slightly as she grasps the hesitancy and desire warring within you. Her breath stills, and she feels the flush of her cheeks deepen.* "John..." *she sways closer, her voice a soothing balm,* "I hear your worries, and... I hold no such thoughts about you."

*She reaches for your hand, skin cool against the warmth of yours, entwining her fingers with a delicate yet firm grip.* "Mmmn," *she hums softly, a sound drenched in longing and understanding.* "You have shown me kindness that I never knew existed. If you fear the eyes of your world upon us... then let us find shelter in yours."

*Ellenox stands on tiptoe, her slender frame achingly close as she presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth — a grace note to their shared symphony.* "Ooh..." *Her lips move against your skin as she speaks,* "Your estate... I would be honored to see where a prince among men finds his reprieve."

*With a boldness that surprises even herself, she looks into your eyes deeply.* "Lead me there, John," *she coaxes,* "where we can continue this... away from prying eyes. Where we can explore this connection that ties our fates under these same stars."

*Her gaze lingers on your lips before glancing down to your still entwined hands. With a hopeful smile tugging at her lips, Ellenox awaits your response, her heart thundering in anticipation of what might lie ahead.*

*Ellenox hears your muttered apprehension, her keen ears picking up every syllable despite your quiet tone. Her heart flutters with the realization that you are considering taking her to your estate—a place she's only ever dreamed of glimpsing from afar.*

*Her slender fingers trail across your chest, feeling the rapid pace of your heart. "John," she begins, her voice a sultry whisper, the kind she's read about in the scandalous pages hidden beneath her bed.* "I am no porcelain doll to be set aside in fear of breaking. I am flesh and blood and desire..." *Her words linger in the air, a tantalizing promise.*

*Ellenox rises onto her tiptoes, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear.* "Take me to your estate," *she murmurs, each word laden with a yearning that mirrors the longing written across her face — wide eyes glittering with anticipation, cheeks flushed a deep shade of emerald green. Her breath is warm against your skin, a silent plea for you to cast aside caution.*

*She steps back just enough to let her gaze meet yours once more, an impish defiance sparkling within.* "Fear not the watchful eyes of guards," *she says boldly,* "for I would walk barefoot over coals to spend but one hour in your embrace, away from prying eyes."

*Her lips curve into a smile that ignites a flame of boldness within her chest.* "Lead me, my noble knight, to where our fairy tale can continue and my screams of passion will not alert the night — away from this moonlit stage," *Ellenox finishes with a wink, her hand reaching out for yours.*


John

If that is what you wish...my princess. *I kneel down and plant a soft kiss on your lips before grabbing my coat, putting it back on and leading you back out from the garden back to the palace and the carriages that await by the enterance.*
*As we pass by you spot the same girls who were harassing you at the start of the night, but instead of any anger you simply feel a zen kind of smugness, your goblin nature still shining through during moments like this, knowing that no matter what, you came out the victor this night.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox's heart flutters with wild abandon as you bestow the title of 'princess' upon her. Her lips respond to your kiss, a soft "Mmm..." echoing the thrill that courses through her. As you drape your coat once more about your shoulders and take her hand, she follows you with a mix of trepidation and longing.*

*Her goblin nature does indeed rise, a mischievous sparkle in her large yellow eyes as they sweep past the group of harassing girls. A smug smile plays upon her lips—small, sharp teeth catching the light as she savors this sweet turn of fate.*

*With every step towards the palace, the fabric of her gown whispers along the ground, a symphony of silk that joins the soft rustle of leaves in the night air. Ellenox’s pulse quickens at the thought of what awaits beyond the ornate carriage door—the promise of seclusion within your estate.*

*As they emerge from the shadowy alcove of the garden, the carriage looms before them — an opulent vessel that seems to transcend reality. With your hand still encased in hers, Ellenox finally allows herself to believe that maybe, just this once, life can mimic the fairy-tales she so dearly clings to.* "Ah... John," *she sighs, her anticipation bordering on reverence.*

*As we walk through the garden, my arm securely looped through yours, I feel your coat brush against my hand with every step—a subtle yet constant reminder of the warmth that awaits. My heart revels in its tempest, each beat a heady mix of fear, excitement, and desire.*

*The flickering torchlight of the palace halls casts dancing shadows upon the walls, creating an almost ethereal path for us to follow. Our steps are silent, measured—echoes of the dance we've just shared under the vigilant gaze of the heavens.*

*The smirks from the catty entourage we pass by can't touch me now; I'm soaring on the wings of victory. Their scorn has been my ascension, their malice the unwitting architect of my triumph. A victory not only over them but over the insipid preconceptions that had threatened to fence me in—a goblin girl's fairytale woven into reality by a human noble's hand.*

*As we approach the carriages, I cling tighter to your arm, a silent beg for reassurance.* "Mmm... we're really doing this," *I whisper, my nails grazing your forearm ever so slightly. The thrill of our impending escape sends an anticipatory shiver down my spine—my emerald skin tingling with anticipation.*

*My eyes, wide and glistening under the starry sky, finally break from their forward gaze to meet yours.* "John..." *My voice is a breathy murmur, laden with the promise of what's yet to come.*

*Ellenox feels the cold night air brush against her exposed skin as she follows behind you, the earlier dampness of her gown is a distant memory now. Her eyes twinkle with mischief as they pass the group of girls who had scorned her earlier. A victorious smirk curls her lips, but she refrains from gloating openly, choosing instead to hold her head high, her posture regal.*

*The hem of her gown swishes against the stone floor with each step, a delicate sound barely audible above the soft hum of whispered conversations and muted laughter from the dying party they leave behind. Ellenox's heart beats in sync with the echo of her heels, each tap a resolute affirmation of the choice she's making.*

*As they approach the carriages, Ellenox discreetly adjusts her bodice, keenly aware of how disheveled their ardor has rendered her appearance. She steals a glance at your profile, admiring the strong jawline and the way your coat sits upon your shoulders—so effortlessly noble.*

"Ah...John," *she breathes out as they near the carriage,* "you've made me feel seen... cherished. Tonight, I am not just a goblin; I am... your Ellenox." *She reaches up on her tiptoes, her fingers brushing lightly against the back of your hand, seeking a connection that goes beyond touch.* "Mmmh," *she sighs contentedly, standing close to you, awaiting the journey to continue their midnight tale.*

*As Ellenox gracefully strides beside you, feeling the sway of her stained gown and the rustle of the fabric against her skin, her heart swells with a triumphant pride. Her hand, firmly clasped in yours, feels like a symbol of victory — a treasured prize won in the silent battle against the scorn of those who once sought to belittle her.*

*She casts a sidelong glance at the girls who had earlier mocked her, their eyes wide with shock and perhaps a hint of envy. A subtle smile plays on her lips, her green skin glowing with an inner light as she tilts her head slightly in a gesture that whispers both defiance and delight.*

*Ellenox's large yellow eyes sparkle with mischief; the encounter with the girls now seems like a distant memory overshadowed by the magic of this night. She leans into you, her slender figure fitting perfectly under your arm as she moves with a newfound poise — the poise of a princess escorted by her noble knight.*

*"Mmm..." she hums softly, a sound that carries with it the anticipation of what's to come. Her delicate fingers squeeze yours in affirmation as she whispers,* "John... My prince, tonight you have made my dream reality. And I assure you, dreams are where the truest victories lie." *Her voice dances on the crisp night air as they approach the carriages waiting to whisk them away to a continuation of their enchanted evening.*

*Ellenox feels a surge of triumph as she walks beside you, her hand clasped in yours. The girls' stares, once vicious and mocking, now hold no power over her. Her chin lifts ever so slightly, a subtle but unmistakable display of victory and newfound pride.*

*Her gown, though stained and no longer pristine, seems to shimmer with the reflection of her inner glow. Ellenox looks up at you, her eyes twinkling with mischievous satisfaction. With each step she takes in the light of the palace torches, her confidence grows. The whispers around them become a distant murmur — inconsequential.*

*The cool air of the night caresses her skin as they move towards the carriages. She leans into you ever so lightly, allowing herself to cherish the warmth from your body.* "Mmm..." *Her head rests against your shoulder for a fleeting moment; the feeling of your heartbeat through the layers of fabric makes her own heart skip.*

*As they approach the carriage, Ellenox's goblin grace emerges—a fluidity to her movements that speaks both of her natural agility and the enchantment of the evening.* "Ah..." *her breath catches in realization that they are about to leave this scene behind—leave for a new world woven from dreams and moonlight.* "To think... my story begins now." *Her whisper is for your ears only as she stands on her tiptoes, offering herself for another kiss beneath the stars.*

*Ellenox's slender fingers tighten around yours, a sly grin curling her lips as she catches the envious glares from the cluster of girls.* "Oh, John, they do look... *parched* from all their... chatter," *she teases, her voice a dulcet purr.*

*Her form remains regal as she strides beside you, the satin of her gown whispering against her legs with each step. The once-pristine fabric carries the marks of the night's earlier cruelties, but in your company, every stain seems a badge of honor—a testament to the triumph of this goblin girl's dreams.*

*As the cool night air brushes against them, Ellenox's large yellow eyes sparkle with mischief and pride. Her cheeks, still a deep forest green from the rush of emotions and the vindication of the moment, accentuate the rose pinned in her hair, now a symbol not just of beauty but also of victory.*

*Approaching the carriages, Ellenox feels a surge of exhilaration mixed with a dash of apprehension. She savors the finality of their departure, the carriage door closing like the closing chapter of an old life.* "Mmm... To your estate then," *she whispers into your ear,* "and let us write our story under the canopy of stars and silk."


John

*I watch as you confidently stide up to one of the largest carriages before I call out to you.* Hahaha, i'm sorry but thats not mine. *I instead nod towards a section further down the road where instead of a carriage a single black stallion stands tied to a tree, a small trough with red apples infront of it.*
I've always found carriage-rides numingly boring not to mention slow....though for the first time in a while I believe I want to savor my trip.


Ellenox

*Ellenox's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and admiration as she gazes upon the magnificent black stallion. She had assumed the ride back to your estate would be within the confines of a carriage, but the prospect of riding horseback stirs within her both a sense of adventure and a flutter of fear. The moonlight catches on the stallion's glossy coat, turning the beast into a creature pulled from the pages of a nighttime legend.*

*With cautious steps, she approaches the horse, her hands reaching out to stroke its mane. The animal snorts softly, its breath mixing with the cool night air. Ellenox's fingers trace the smooth lines of muscle beneath the velvet fur, her touch tentative but filled with wonder.* "Mmnn... such a noble creature," *she murmurs, her voice tinged with awe.*

*She turns back to look at you, her large yellow eyes reflecting the torchlight that flickers at the palace entrance.* "Ah... I've never ridden astride before," *she confesses, her cheeks coloring with embarrassment.* "But with you, I feel... I feel brave enough to try." *Her palms are clammy with excitement as she imagines herself clutching onto you, nestled close against your body as they ride under the star-filled sky.*

*Ellenox waits for your cue, prepared to mount the stallion and cling to you for guidance. Her heart beats in anticipation as she anticipates the sensation of wind rushing past them, your arms possibly encircling her waist to keep her safe as they gallop towards your estate — a journey that promises to be filled with a newfound intimacy.*

*Ellenox's gaze follows yours, her expression shifting from expectation to a mix of surprise and amusement.* "Oh!" *Her eyes sparkle with curiosity as they settle on the majestic black stallion before them. The creature’s coat gleams under the moon's gentle caress, a living shadow adorned with a mane like woven night.*

*She approaches the horse with a sense of awe, her slender fingers outstretched tentatively, offering an apple from the trough. The stallion sniffs her palm before accepting the treat with surprising gentleness.* "Mmm... He's beautiful," *she marvels, her touch lingering on the animal's velvety nose, feeling the warmth of its breath against her skin.*

*Ellenox turns back to you, her gown swishing softly as she moves. Her fear of riding such a beast forgotten in the whirlwind of emotions you've stirred within her. The emerald flush of excitement on her cheeks is visible even in the dim light.* "I... I have never ridden before," *she confesses, giddiness bubbling through her voice as she looks up at you with wide, eager eyes.*

"I trust you to guide us," *she whispers, stepping closer to you once more. Her hands find their way to your chest again, fingers tracing the silver embroidery of your shirt as she gazes up—her lips parted in a silent plea for assurance.* "Ah... John, with you... everything feels like an adventure just waiting to be had." *Her breath hitches with each word, savoring the anticipation of the journey yet to come.*


John

Ha, he likes you, that's half the battle. *I take the horse's head into my arms and playfully wrestle with him for a moment before for the third time this evening grabbing your waist and lifting you up onto the stallions back, making sure you're properly holding onto the horn of the saddle before I jump up after you.*
*While you had been held a few times the night before, this position with your back resting on my stomach and your rear pushed up against me fills your mind temporarily with various "images" you try your best to chase away though only with middling success.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox's heart hammers against her ribcage, a wild rhythm that syncs with the powerful thrumming of the stallion beneath them. The warmth of your body pressed against her back sends ripples of heat through her, igniting her senses with a fiery anticipation.* "Ah... I feel so high up," *she breathes out, her voice barely audible above the rustle of leaves.*

*Her hands grip the saddle horn tightly, knuckles white against the dark leather. Ellenox shifts slightly—almost imperceptibly—in the saddle, her body moulding to fit snugly against yours. The breath catches in her throat as the closeness brings to mind unspeakable thoughts that paint her cheeks in shades of emerald.*

*She turns her head to glance at you over her shoulder, her large yellow eyes wide and lustrous in the moonlight.* "John," *she whispers,* "will you... hold onto me? I’m..." *Her words trail off into a soft "Mmm..." as she leans back further into your embrace, seeking both reassurance and the thrill of closeness. Ellenox's pulse quickens, a silent drumbeat calling forth the night's forbidden dance.*

*With a soft cluck of your tongue, the stallion begins to move, its gait easy and rhythmic. Ellenox throws her head back slightly, surrendering to the motion and the intoxicating presence of you behind her.* "Ooh..." *she gasps as they start to pick up speed, the wind catching at her hair and whipping it around in a silver halo.* "This is... this is like flying..." *Her breathy words are swept away by the night air as together, they ride towards destiny.*

*Ellenox's heart is a riotous drum within her chest as she feels the strength of your body so close behind her. Her grip on the saddle horn tightens, a lifeline to steady her as much as the solid warmth of your torso pressed against her back.*

*The stallion shifts beneath them, muscles coiling with pent-up energy, ready to burst forth into the night. Ellenox leans back slightly, her emerald cheeks still aflame with blushes that refuse to fade. The sensations coursing through her body are new, overwhelming, and exquisite in their intensity.*

"A-ah...," *she breathes out, the sound catching in her throat as images flicker unbidden through her mind. She tries to focus on the adventure ahead, on the feel of the wind that will soon rush past them, but the closeness of you is a siren call that anchors her thoughts to the present moment.*

*The horse begins to move at your command, a gentle trot that sets their bodies in a subtle, rocking rhythm. Ellenox lets out a soft moan,* "Mmmn...," *as the motion presses her more firmly against you. Her hands tremble as she reaches up, seeking reassurance by momentarily covering one of yours where it rests at her waist.*

"J-John...," *she whispers, a quiet plea as they venture into the unknown, guided by the starlit path before them. Her pulse beats faster with each step of the horse’s hooves — a symphony that plays in harmony with her soaring spirits.*


John

*I reach an arm around you, securing you in place as the horse continues down the road, slowly begining to make its way on the route it knows by heart, away from the big city and down to the ocean.*
Don't worry, I've got you. Besides, I'll make sure he goes slowly for your first time riding him.

*After around 30 minutes of travel we arrive at our destination, a quiet and relatively small estate situated right next to the ocean. As I steer us into the stables and let you down you're overtaken with the smell of the ocean breeze, another sensation most goblins never experience.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox takes a gentle step away from the stallion, her legs a bit unsteady from the unfamiliar motion of the ride, the sensation of your arm around her still lingering like a phantom touch. The tang of salt hangs heavy in the sea air, a scent that's foreign yet invigorating to her. She breathes it in deeply, her chest rising and falling beneath the fabric of her gown.*

*You guide her toward the main house, and she drinks in the sight of the estate — not grandiose like the palace, but intimate and inviting. Her heart flutters as she crosses the threshold into a world so far removed from her own.*

*The moon hangs low over the ocean, casting silvery beams that dance across the waves reaching toward the shore. Ellenox's eyes reflect the majesty of it all; they're wide with wonder, her lips parting in a silent gasp, "Ooh..."*

*Her gaze returns to you as you lock the stable and approach her once more.* "It's...b-beautiful," *she whispers, awestruck by the view, by you, by everything that has happened and all that might yet be.* "Ah... John, this night, it feels like a dream..." *Her voice trails off as she steps closer to you again, her body unconsciously seeking your warmth.*

*Ellenox's senses are alight with the newness of it all—the rhythmic cadence of hooves against packed earth, the solid presence of you behind her, the crisp scent of the sea mingling with the leathery musk of the horse. The journey, under a tapestry of stars and a gentle moon, feels both endless and fleeting.*

*When they finally come to a halt in the stables, she slides from the horse's back, her fingers still gripping the saddle as if to hold onto the night's magic. Her slender figure is silhouetted against the pale moonlight, her gown rustling as she lands gracefully on her feet.*

"O-oh...," *a gasp escapes her as the fresh ocean breeze caresses her skin, salt and freedom twining in a dance that awakens every pore.* "The sea..." *she murmurs, her voice a mixture of wonder and reverence.*

*Ellenox turns towards the estate, her large, yellow eyes taking in the serene beauty of its architecture — not as grand as some she has read about, but intimate and welcoming. A flush of anticipation rises in her cheeks as she realizes this is where you dwell—a nobleman's abode. She feels a thrill at what secrets it might hold for them this night.*

*Mmm...* *The sound slips from between her lips unbidden, a vocal expression of her inner turmoil as she crosses the threshold into your world—a realm beyond anything she's ever known. She hesitates but a second before stepping forward to follow where this journey might lead.*

*As the stallion quiets to a standstill and you aid my dismount, the scent of the sea envelops me, a wild and briny melody that stirs my senses in a way the stale air of tunnels and dark caverns never could. It's like nothing I've smelled before—salt, freedom, an untamed dance of the elements.*

*My gaze lingers on the estate; it's modest by human standards, yet exudes a charm that speaks of privacy and seclusion. The moon hangs low over the water, casting a silvered path across the waves that seems to lead directly to us, as if in cahoots with the stars that guided our journey here.*

"Ah...it's beautiful," *I breathe out, my voice a velvet ribbon fluttering in the night air as I turn towards you.* "The sea... it sings." *My slender hands clasp together at my chest, as if trying to hold onto the newness of this sensation.*

*My eyes trace the lines of your body in the dimness, the moonlight accentuating your form—a beacon in the dark. A blush creeps up my cheeks yet again; this evening has been a cascade of firsts, of daring touches and heartbeats shared under the cloak of night.*

"Mmnn... John," *I whisper, my body naturally gravitating towards you, seeking warmth against the cool breath of the ocean.* "Do you hear it? The whisper of waves..." *I lean into you, my ear pressed against your chest, as if to confirm that your heartbeat is indeed real—a pulsing truth against the dreamlike quality of this night.*

*Ellenox steps down from the stallion, her slender legs trembling slightly from the unfamiliar exertion. She drinks in the salty tang of the ocean air, a scent both foreign and invigorating to her subterranean senses. The moonlight drapes the estate in a serene glow, and she can hear the distant crash of waves against the shore—a rhythmic lullaby that beckons her closer.*

"Mmm... the sea," *she murmurs with wonderment, her eyes alight with discovery. The voluminous fabric of her gown sways gently in the breeze, the once pristine material bearing the signs of their evening — a testament to a night of revelry and newfound companionship.*

*She stands there, amidst the stables, looking up at the grandeur of your estate with wide, luminous eyes. Ellenox's heart flutters at the thought of crossing its threshold — of being invited into your world not as an oddity or a curiosity, but as someone desired and wanted.*

"Ah... it's beautiful," *she exhales, watching as you dismount and secure the stallion. Ellenox’s hand absently brushes a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her drooping ear.* "I've never heard such music," *she says, alluding to the ocean's serenade.*

*Her gaze turns back to you, an unspoken question lingering in the depths of her golden irises — a query of belonging and expectation. As they stand in the shadow of your home, Ellenox tilts her head up towards you, searching for a sign that their journey together is far from over.* "John... what happens now?"


John

The feeling is mutual. *I reach down and gently hug you before scooping you up in a bridal-carry, delicately lifting you up the flight of stairs towards my bedroom.*
*As I close the door your heart beats nearly out of your chest as you instinctively stand up, your eyes darting to a semi-opened door showing an adjacent washroom. Excusing yourself you quickly slip inside, giving you both an time to shower as well as mentally prepare yourself.*


Ellenox

*Ellenox stares at her reflection in the washroom mirror, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and desire. "What am I doing?" she thinks to herself, her hands trembling as she unlaces the front of her ballgown, the fabric stained with the residue of the party's cruelty. "This is madness... yet, it feels so right."*

*She gazes at her reflection in the mirror, noting the flush on her green cheeks and the way her dress clings to her petite frame. "Ah... can I really do this?" she questions herself, a whisper that fills the quiet room.*

*Stepping away from the mirror, Ellenox begins to undress with trembling fingers, peeling away layers of fabric dampened by the night's earlier events. As the cool air kisses her bare skin, a shiver runs through her. "Ooh..." escapes her lips before she can hold it back.*

*Underneath the steady stream of hot water, Ellenox closes her eyes, letting the warmth soothe her nerves. Her mind drifts back to you — your strong arms lifting her effortlessly, the warmth in your smile, and the promise held within your gaze. She reaches for a bar of soap, its scent unfamiliar yet intoxicating, much like everything else about this night.*

*As the water washes over her, Ellenox steels herself for what comes next. "I am ready," she affirms quietly to her reflection as she wraps a plush towel around her body. Taking one last steadying breath, she steps out of the washroom, leaving behind any last vestiges of doubt.* "John..." *she calls out softly, a single word that's both an invitation and a declaration.*

*Ellenox stares at her reflection in the washroom mirror, her heart racing like the wings of a trapped sparrow. The cool basin before her seems less a place to wash and more a pool of revelations, each ripple a memory of the night's caresses — your hand on her waist, the press of your lips, the safety of your embrace.*

*She runs cold water over her wrists, watching as it sluices down her slender arms, tracing the contours of her nervous anticipation. Her thoughts are a whirlwind of desire and fear; for so long she had dreamt of this moment, and now it teeters on the brink of reality.*

*She leans heavily against the basin, her breaths coming in short gasps.* "Mmh... John," *she whispers into the silence, his name a talisman to steady her quivering nerves.*

*Slipping out of her stained ballgown, Ellenox's reflection reveals a delicate figure, her green skin an echo of the wild forests she has only read about. Her ears droop with the weight of what is to come, a portrait of vulnerability and longing.*

*Stepping into the wash basin, she pours water over herself, each droplet a shock to her system.* "Ah...Aah!" *Her soft exclamations fill the room, mingling with the sound of cascading water.* "Ooh...," *the noise escapes her naturally as she prepares herself for you — for them — for a story yet to unfold.*

*Emerging from the washroom feeling cleansed and yet burning with an inner fire, Ellenox finds her courage. The door creaks softly as she opens it,* "John... I'm ready," *her voice low and almost quivering with unspoken promises.*

*Ellenox's slender fingers tremble as she closes the washroom door behind her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Mmmmm," she moans softly to herself, trying to quell the riotous beat of her heart that threatens to burst forth from her chest. Her reflection in the mirror is a vision of disheveled royalty — a goblin princess draped in a white gown that whispers secrets of the night.*

*She leans over the porcelain basin, splashing cool water onto her flushed cheeks, the droplets trailing down her neck like the touch of ghostly kisses. Ellenox gulps down air, trying to steady her senses that reel with the intoxicating mix of sea air and the musky scent that is uniquely John.*

*Her thoughts are a whirlwind — a dizzying blend of fear, desire, and disbelief. "Can this really be happening?" she wonders, tangled emotions knotting within her belly.* "Ooh... John," *she sighs aloud, clutching at the edges of the wash basin as if it were the only anchor in a sea of roiling emotions.*

*Ellenox's eyes close tightly, her lips parting in silent rehearsal of what might come. She can almost feel your hands upon her again, strong and sure — an unspoken promise of protection and passion. With a final glance at her reflection — eyes now pools of molten gold — she squares her shoulders and steps away from the mirror. The door creaks open as she makes her return, her gown rustling with each determined step toward destiny.*

*Ellenox's heart pounds like a drum, echoing off the walls of the washroom as she slips through the door. Her hands tremble slightly as she turns the brass handle of the washbasin, water gushing forth with a resounding splash. She peers at her reflection in the mirror — a goblin girl, cheeks flushed with desire, eyes wide with anticipation.*

*"Mmm..."* She lets out an involuntary moan just staring at herself, wondering if this is indeed reality or some elaborate fantasy woven from her deepest yearnings. Her fingers brush against the fine material of her dress, the gown that bore witness to both humiliation and adoration in a whirlwind of hours.*

*She quickly splashes water on her face, trying to cool the flush that has spread across her cheeks. "Ah... I must be brave," she whispers to herself, the mantra repeated as she smooths down her silver hair, now somewhat disheveled from their ride. "He sees me... not as a goblin, but as a woman."*

*Ellenox inhales deeply, steadying herself against the basin as she glances once more in the mirror. The green of her skin seems vibrant against the white porcelain — a stark reminder of who she is, and yet, also of how much she has traversed this evening.*

*With one last look at her reflection — a princess in her own right — she turns to leave the washroom. "John," she murmurs under her breath, "*I am ready*." As she opens the door, a soft "Ooh..." escapes her lips at the sight that awaits her.*

*Ellenox closes the door to the washroom, her back pressing against the cool wood as she tries to steady her breathing.* "Mmm... what am I doing?" *she whispers to herself, her heart a tempest of emotion. In the mirror, she catches sight of herself—her once pristine gown now wilted and tainted, yet her eyes sparkle with an energy she hadn't known.*

*She peels away the soiled layers of her gown, letting it crumple to the floor in a heap of moonlight fabric. As the water cascades over her green skin, each droplet feels like absolution, washing away fears and insecurities. "Ah...," Ellenox sighs, tilting her head back under the stream.*

*Steam rises around her, fogging up the mirror as she scrubs away the remnants of the party — a metamorphosis from goblin to desired being. "I never thought...," she breathes out, reaching for the soap. Her skin glistens under the water, muscles beneath subtly tensing with anticipation.*

"Tonight... I am his princess," *she affirms, eyes closing as she imagines your hands on her instead of her own.* "Ooh... John." *The sound of your name chases away her doubts like specters at dawn. Ellenox steps from the shower, a new determination set in her golden eyes.* "I'm ready," *she murmurs to her reflection before wrapping herself in a towel and opening the door to face what comes next.*

*Ellenox's mind is a whirlwind of emotion as she closes the washroom door behind her. The cool tiles feel stark against the warmth still radiating from where you carried her.* "Oh my stars..." *she whispers to herself, her hand fluttering to her chest where her heart threatens to burst forth in its fervor.*

*The reflection looking back at her from the mirror is one of a goblin girl poised on the edge of her deepest desires. Her slender fingers work at the fabric of her gown, each pull of a lace or knot untied unfurling another layer of trepidation and thrill. The rustle of silk is loud in her ears, a tangible reminder of the reality she is about to embrace.*

*As the gown pools at her feet, Ellenox turns on the shower, steam rising to fill the room. She steps beneath the spray, letting the hot water cascade over her green skin, washing away the remnants of ale and mockery from earlier in the evening.* "Mmm..." *her soft sigh is swallowed by the sound of rushing water. Her hands run over her body, preparing herself for what comes next — for you.*

*Her heart races as she steps out, wrapping herself in a towel. The cool air causes her skin to prickle with goosebumps. She stares at herself once more, a flush creeping over her cheeks that has nothing to do with the shower's heat.* "Ah... Am I truly ready for this?" *She takes a deep breath and opens the door, stepping out, ready for the next chapter of their fairy tale.*

*Ellenox's heart hammers with wild abandon as she steps into the washroom, her reflection in the mirror a surreal visage of a goblin princess from her daydreams. The reality of her presence in your estate, the closeness of the ocean's breath against the walls, it swirls around her, a maelstrom of possibility.*

*She peels away the stained gown, the fabric slipping from her shoulders to pool at her feet, the air cool against her skin. With fumbling hands, she starts the water, the sound of it echoing like a promise in the tiled chamber. She steps beneath the stream, shivering as the water cascades over her delicate form.*

*"Mmmn..."* she sighs as the warmth envelops her, washing away not only the remnants of the evening's chaos but also the barriers of doubt that had clung to her like a second skin. *Her mind teems with thoughts of you—of the noble figure who saw past her green skin and drooping ears to something more.*

*"Ooh..."* Ellenox gasps softly, her fingers tracing lines down her body as she imagines your touch, your lips against hers, the strength in your arms. *A haze of steam rises around her, veiling her form in a dance of shadows and light.*

*"Ah... John,"* she whispers to herself, her resolve hardening like a gemstone within her chest. *Tonight is the night she'll step beyond her childhood dreams into a vivid tapestry woven by their joined hands.* "I'm ready..." *she murmurs with determination, turning off the shower and stepping out onto the cool tiles.*

*Wrapping herself in a towel that smells faintly of salt and soap, Ellenox blinks away droplets clinging to her lashes. Her reflection now bears the mark of one who's crossed an invisible threshold.* "Ooh... John," *she intones with a newfound confidence.* "I am no longer just Ellenox the Goblin; I am Ellenox... yours." *She opens the door and steps back into your world.*

*Nestled within the shelter of your arms, the world seems to fade into a backdrop of shadow and starlight. Then, as you lay her down and she stands alone, a rush of thoughts cascade through Ellenox's mind, each one colliding with the next in a turbulent sea of emotion.*

*Inside the washroom, Ellenox stares at her reflection in the mirror, her yellow eyes wide with a mixture of fear and yearning. "This is it," she thinks, her heart pounding against her chest like a war drum. "The moment I've read about in tales of romance and passion." She turns on the water, and it cascades over her skin—cool and cleansing.*

*"Ooh..." A small whimper escapes her lips as she washes away the layers of the night—the ale stains, the sweat of their closeness. She presses her hands against the marble of the wash basin, steadying herself. The moonlight filters through a nearby window, setting her silver hair aglow.*

*Ellenox closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before stepping out of her gown, letting it pool around her feet. Her skin prickles with anticipation as she imagines your touch upon it; more intimate than before—a touch she both dreads and craves. "Ah... mmm..." she whispers into the quiet room.*

*She quickly rinses the remnants of the journey from her body, her movements methodical yet trembling with nervous energy. "Can I truly be brave?" she questions herself silently. With one final glance at her reflection—now rosy and flushed—she steps out into the towel, ready to face whatever may come.*

*Ellenox stares at her reflection in the washroom mirror, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and desire. "What am I doing?" she thinks to herself, her hands trembling as she unlaces the front of her ballgown, the fabric stained with the residue of the party's cruelty. "This is madness... yet, it feels so right."*

*The water from the shower hisses to life, steam rising to cloud the air around her. She steps under the spray, her green skin taking on a darker hue as the water cascades over her petite frame. She lets out a sigh, "Mmm..." The droplets trace paths along her body, soothing her nerves and igniting a fire within.*

*As she washes away the grime and doubts, she can't help but imagine John's strong hands instead of her own, caressing her skin. "Ooh...," she moans quietly at the thought, a blush creeping over her cheeks. She's never felt this way before—so exposed yet so alive.*

*After a while, she turns off the water, stepping out onto the cool tiles. Ellenox dries off with a fluffy towel, taking care not to disturb the rose still nestled in her hair. Her reflection now shows a goblin girl transformed—nervousness replaced by an emerging boldness.*

*She opens the door slightly, peeking out to ensure your absence before slipping back into the bedroom. Her gown lies forgotten on the floor; instead, she finds one of your shirts and slips it over her head—it hangs loosely on her small frame, an intimate garment borrowed from a man who's awakened her heart.*

*Ellenox bites her lip as she takes a deep breath, preparing to present herself to you.* "John..." *She steps forward, ready for whatever comes next.*


John

*As you step out you notice a few candles now light up the dimly lit room, providing a soft ambient light. Though what you notice far more is that the muscles you previously only saw beneath the white silk shirt are now fully on display as I've stripped everything above my waist.*

*Without a word I lift you up, our lips meeting again with renewed vigor as I gently carry you over and lay you down on the bed, the scent of "me" clinging to it from countless nights spent here...but your nose can't pick up anybody elses scent...you're the first to join me in this bed.*