We were tossing, and we were turning, swept away in a raging whirlwind of love and passion where nothing else mattered. 

Ash was especially endurant, as I’ve been told and shown many times over… and so when it came to sex, she was no different, actually, it felt as if she was even more so.

All these frenetic movements, the shifting, the writhing, the way her beautiful, nimble body swayed, bathed in sweat, the both of us entangled in the silvery webs of her hair, she was limitless, bountiful…. I was struggling to even keep up with her vigor.

But it wasn’t long until I inevitably reached my peak, pounding away, her hips raised, and her face pressing against the nylon bed, hearing her soft voice waver and moan, feeling as she ground her body in unison to my movement, and the sensation inside, that pressure mounting, her walls squeezing – too much, it was all quickly too much. 

The pulsing, drifting lights of the fireflies continued to dim and glow a soft green hue, momentarily casting away with the night and revealing us to each other.

From the angle we were in, I could only see a fraction of her expression, but from what little I saw… she almost seemed to be in agony, but I knew that she wasn’t. A tight, trembling, grimace but from pleasure instead of pain. 

Seeing it, seeing her… instantly pushed me over the edge, and I felt my dick begin to throb inside her, surging with a building sensation, and I think she felt it too, saw it too.

“In… side…” Ash whispered, meek as can be, and yet moving without any hesitation, thrusting her body as much as she could backward to swallow me whole inside her. “Your pleasure… your love… let me have it… let me feel it all in me, Master. I want it…”

I kept pounding our hips together, feeling myself swell, more and more, thoughts overcome by lust, scattered away by the heat of the moment, but I knew better still…

“You might… get pregnant, Ash,” I panted, slouching forward, verging on exhaustion. “Children…”

“Your children, Master…” She said, twisting around, and for a moment, locking ourselves in another tender kiss, before parting, breathing, her warm breath tickling my damp lips. “The man I love, I cherish, whom I wish to spend the rest of my life with… I ask, what is there to regret?”

In her eyes was a look that I could stare at forever, it was the kind that you’d rather die than deny… what she said to me, I have no doubt she meant every word, but all the same… it was also true that there was more lust than actual blood traveling through her veins right then.

“Can’t, Ash… Not, not yet… not now…” I managed to sputter out. “Next time… we, maybe, next time…”

The disappointment showing on her face was something she tried her best to hide, it was also something she failed terribly at too.

Nevertheless, Ash understood, considered the wider implications of such a decision, and accepted without asking, yet also in spite of it, she still clung on to the hope.

“Promise me, then, Master…” She whispered. “Next time… when it is the right time… promise me that you will… that we will…”

I wasn’t sure precisely what it was that I was agreeing to, head fuzzy, mind jelly, my legs were starting to buckle, every muscle going rigid.

“I-I promise…”

In the next instant, suddenly Ash jerked her hips outwards, pulling me out from inside her, and feeling the very motion of it, I could no longer hold myself back…

Twitching, convoluting, I felt myself cumming, my semen free in a raging torrent – I tried to steer away, but I was paralyzed from the waist down – and ended up ejaculating all over the back of her thighs, the narrow ridge of her back, everywhere in the glow of green, streaks of white glistening on her pale shivering skin.

Ash stretched forward, her mouth wide open in a voiceless scream, before proceeding to fall limply in place.

I felt myself begin to sway, all my stamina, strength, ebbing away from under me, and I promptly collapsed…but not before she could quickly turn around again to catch me in her outstretched arms, burying me in the softness of her chest, and keeping me there in a firm yet gentle embrace.

For a long while, there was just breathing, just twitching, the lingering, fading sensation, hers, mine, the only ambiance in the dead of the night.

Somehow, I manage to slowly open my heavy, weary eyes… seeing only in faint blurs, the glowing of greens pulsating everywhere, and finding her glow lovingly staring back at me through it all.

My head was still stuck on those last few moments, on loop over and over again, every feeling, every sound, every word… and I couldn’t help but break into a little smile, snuggling myself even more in her hold.

“Children, huh?” I whispered, crawling myself slowly towards her, then beside her, my gaze level with hers. “Did you really mean what you said, or is that just… in-the-moment thing.”

“I meant them,” Ash softly whispered back. “Every word of it, Master,” and placed a hand across my chest, shifting, cuddling. “Did… Did you mean yours?”

Now that’s a question, alright… one that after gaining back my sense of rationality, and with the benefit of a clear mind, I could finally answer her honestly.

“Of course I did,” I said, quietly fiddling with a stray lock of her hair.  “You’re the woman I love, the woman I cherish, the one I want to spend the rest of my life with… like you said, what’s there to regret?”

Ash’s lips formed another smile, and we kissed again, slowly and gently, before she drew away, batting her eyes at me somewhat bashfully.

“Then, um…” Her gaze wandered away just as her cheeks began to tinge with a faint red. “Do you… I suppose there’s a certain union in place… a particular ritual we must consider before that, yes…?”

Maybe it was just me, or maybe I’m still recovering brain cells from the euphoria but I’ve no clue what she was trying to say.

“Wait, do you mean marriage?”

“Elves, we um, we have no such tradition in place in regards to c-courtship, we consider it a negligible affair… but I am very aware that you humans do indeed practice such a unique custom…”

Her ears were fluttering madly here, so nervous, she couldn’t help but smile.

“And I am, um, somewhat curious to know how it works exactly,” She managed to turn her gaze towards me again, and her eyes glimmered with such hidden keenness at the prospect. “If you were to marry me, I… then, I suppose, that’s a curiosity satiated then, yes?”

God, she’s just too cute, I swear…

“Getting married, having children,” I flashed her a smirk. “That’s not exactly what a Knight should be considering about themselves, right?”

“That is true indeed, but,” She pursed her lips. “I was merely thinking…”

“Like a person,” I interjected. “A person that wants, a person that desires…”

Ash paused. “I suppose so…”

“Then say it,” I urged her. “Tell me what you want, Ash.”

It was a moment or two of silence where we just stared deeply into each other’s gazes, our hands intertwining, the darkness coming and going, before…

“Master,” She spoke, whispered, wanted. “Will you marry me?”

Now that’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear addressed directly towards me. Not in this life. Especially since I always pictured it happening backward.

“That’s my line, y’know,” I said, sounding out a faint chuckle. “And someday, Ash, I’ll say it, you’ll hear it, and on that day itself, I’m sure you’re answer will be – “

“Yes, of course, without a doubt, Master!” She nudged her head forward, pressing it lightly against mine. “More than a servant, more than your Knight… I wish earnestly to be your wife.”

“Thought so,” I muttered, beaming. “But one thing at a time, alright? Let’s not rush this. This moment, we still have tonight, don’t we? Let us just enjoy it.”

And with that, we stayed lying there together in one another’s arms, just silence, just quiet, just us and the night sky above still sparkling with relish.

It won’t be long before sleep overtakes us, and once it does, we’ll still be with each other… and with every night onwards, I’m sure it’ll stay that way too, forever and always…

“By the way,” I slurred, eyes already half-parted. “Boy or girl?”

To the side, I heard Ash faintly giggle, just as well on her way to drifting into slumber. 

“Hmm,” She mused for a while. “I suppose a daughter would be nice…”

“Sure,” I said, agreeing wholeheartedly and half-heartedly simultaneously. “Though I always thought that girls are always harder to name than guys. Do you already happen to have one in mind at least?”

“Ahh…” and that’s where she really contemplated, wallowing in deep ponder for so long, I actually thought she fell asleep. Then I heard her take a breath, and I heard the smile in her sigh. “Polaris. I like that name. What do you think, Master?”

I just smiled, just closed my eyes, silently wishing this moment would last.

“Yeah,” I said back to her, the last of my strength leaving with that whisper.. “I like it too.”