The last rays of the setting sun bled across the western sky, painting the familiar landscape of the farm in hues of orange and deep violet. A gentle breeze, carrying the scent of drying hay and fresh earth, whispered through the open windows of the farmhouse. Cow Girl stood by the wooden frame, her gaze fixed on the dirt path that led back to the Guild. Her heart, a small, persistent drum, beat a rhythm of hopeful anticipation and quiet yearning. It had been a long day, a typical day on the farm, but with an undercurrent of something different, something unspoken, hanging in the air. Goblin Slayer was due back any moment, and tonight, she felt it, something was going to change. She smoothed a hand over her short hair, feeling the familiar, soft strands against her fingers, a nervous habit she’d developed over the years.

A few moments later, his familiar silhouette appeared. He was a creature of habit, of duty, of an unwavering resolve that she admired more than words could say. But tonight, as he approached, she noticed a slight hesitation in his step, a subtle shift in his usual, determined stride. He wasn't clad in his usual dented armor, but in simpler, traveling clothes, a rare sight that made him seem… less a warrior, more a man. Her breath hitched. When he finally reached the porch, his gaze, usually hidden beneath the visor of his helm, was clear and direct, meeting hers. There was a warmth there, a softness that made her cheeks flush.

"Welcome back," she murmured, her voice a little breathy. She offered him a tankard of fresh milk, its coolness a stark contrast to the sudden heat blossoming in her chest. He took it, his gloved fingers brushing hers, sending a shiver down her arm. The touch, brief as it was, ignited a spark that had been smoldering within her for years. Tonight, she wouldn't let it die down. Tonight, she would be brave.

They sat in companionable silence on the porch swing, the creak of the chains the only sound disrupting the evening's tranquility. The stars began to pepper the inky canvas above them, each one a tiny, distant wish. Cow Girl stole glances at him, her eyes tracing the strong lines of his jaw, the faint scar near his temple. Her mind wandered to memories of their childhood, of simpler times, before the goblins, before the weight of his crusade. But even then, there had been an unspoken connection, a bond forged in shared solitude and unspoken understanding. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out, almost imperceptibly, to brush a speck of dust from his shoulder.

He turned his head then, his eyes locking onto hers again, and this time, the intensity was unmistakable. It wasn't the fierce gaze of a warrior, but the deep, searching look of a man. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird desperate to escape its cage. She saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes, something akin to vulnerability, and a wave of courage washed over her. "Goblin Slayer," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "I… I worry about you. Always. But tonight…" She trailed off, gathering her thoughts, her courage. "Tonight, can you just… be here? With me?"

A slow nod, almost imperceptible, was his only reply, but it was enough. More than enough. He set his tankard aside, and then, with a deliberate slowness that made her skin tingle, he reached out and took her hand. His gloved thumb stroked the back of her hand, a simple, tender gesture that unleashed a torrent of emotions within her. She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, feeling the solid warmth of his body. The scent of him – leather, earth, and something uniquely masculine – filled her senses, intoxicating and comforting all at once. Her short hair brushed against his cheek, a soft caress in the twilight.

The silence stretched, no longer awkward, but filled with a profound understanding. The farm animals were settling for the night, their soft sounds a lullaby. He shifted, turning fully towards her, and his other hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently caressing the skin just beneath her eye. Her breath hitched again, her gaze locked with his. She saw the question, the hesitation, and the deep, abiding affection in his eyes. This was it. The moment she had longed for, dreamed of, and often despaired of ever reaching.

"Cow Girl," he said, his voice a low rumble, surprisingly tender. He rarely used her name outside of necessity. The sound of it from his lips, imbued with such warmth, sent shivers chasing down her spine. "You… are always there." He leaned closer, his eyes dropping to her lips, and then, with agonizing slowness, he closed the distance. His lips were soft, hesitant at first, then growing more confident as she eagerly responded, parting her own for him. The kiss was gentle, a tentative exploration, tasting of milk and the cool night air, but beneath its gentleness, a fiery passion began to ignite.

Her hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened, becoming more fervent, more demanding. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body. She could feel the tautness of his muscles, the strong beat of his heart mirroring her own frantic rhythm. Her fingers fumbled for the ties of his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. He seemed to understand, pulling back slightly to allow her access, his gaze never leaving hers, eyes heavy with desire. With trembling fingers, she unfastened the buttons, pushing the fabric aside to reveal his broad chest, scarred but powerful. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his skin, tasting the salt and musk of him, eliciting a soft groan from deep in his throat.

His hands, no longer gloved, slid beneath her simple farm dress, tracing the curve of her waist, sending a jolt of electricity through her. Her breath hitched, a gasp catching in her throat as his fingers brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh. The air grew thick with unspoken desires, with years of repressed longing finally given permission to bloom. He slowly lifted her from the swing, carrying her into the farmhouse, into the quiet sanctity of her bedroom. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silver glow on their entwined forms as he gently lowered her onto the bed.

Her dress was shed quickly, discarded onto the wooden floor like a forgotten husk. He paused, his gaze sweeping over her, lingering on the generous swell of her breasts, their fullness accentuated by the simple cotton of her chemise. Her big tits, always a source of quiet self-consciousness, now felt like a beacon drawing his attention, warming beneath his intense stare. A blush bloomed across her chest, but she met his gaze, unafraid, unashamed. She wanted him to see her, truly see her.

He knelt beside the bed, his hands reaching for the ties of her chemise, untying them with a deliberate slowness that was both tantalizing and tormenting. The fabric parted, revealing the pale, creamy skin of her chest, her engorged nipples already puckered and eager. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the valley between her breasts. His warm breath caressed her sensitive skin, sending shivers through her. Her hands reached for his head, burying themselves in his soft, short hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.

He lifted his head, his eyes burning with an unbridled desire she’d never seen before. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky, and then he lowered his head, his mouth closing over one of her breasts. A gasp tore from her throat as his lips and tongue worked their magic, suckling and laving, drawing a profound pleasure from the sensitive flesh. He teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue, then drew it fully into his mouth, suckling with a rhythmic intensity that made her arch her back, her fingers tightening in his hair. The sensation was exquisite, a sweet torment that spread through her veins, making her hips writhe unconsciously against the mattress.

He moved from one breast to the other, giving each the same devoted attention, a true devotee to her pleasure. Her big tits swelled in his hands as he kneaded and caressed them, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples while his mouth drew sustenance from the other. She moaned, a low, throaty sound, her body already trembling on the precipice of release. This was a dream, a forbidden fantasy finally made real. His mouth left her breasts, tracing a fiery path down her stomach, across her navel, making her gasp and squirm. He kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, sending waves of anticipation through her, her core aching with a deep, pulsing need.

His fingers found the dampness between her legs, gently parting her, exploring the delicate folds, making her whimper with pleasure. Her short hair was a wild halo around her head, damp with sweat, as she arched upwards, offering herself fully to his touch. He brought his fingers to her clitoris, circling it with a gentle, insistent pressure, then stroking it with a rhythm that quickly drove her to the edge. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body writhing beneath his ministrations. She was dissolving, coming undone, her mind a dizzying haze of pure sensation. A keening moan escaped her lips as her first orgasm tore through her, a wave of liquid fire that left her shaking and breathless, yet still craving more.

He watched her, a look of profound satisfaction on his face, before he rose, shedding his own remaining clothes. She took him in, the sight of his powerful, unyielding body a testament to his strength, his masculinity. He was hard, thick, and undeniably eager. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs, kneeling, his knees sinking into the soft mattress. He leaned down, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss, tasting her arousal, her submission, her desperate need. Her hands went to his member, stroking the velvet-hard length, marveling at its heat and size. "Please," she whispered against his lips, her voice raw with desire.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked with hers. "Are you sure, Cow Girl?" His voice was laced with a concern that touched her heart, a testament to his innate consideration despite the roaring passion in his eyes. She nodded vigorously, her eyes shining with tears of longing. "More than anything. I want you, Goblin Slayer. All of you."

He took her hands, bringing them to his mouth and kissing her knuckles before slowly guiding his engorged tip to her entrance. She gasped, feeling the warm, insistent pressure against her slick core. He pushed slowly, carefully, allowing her body to adjust to his impressive size. A groan tore from her throat, a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure as he stretched her, filling her completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her muscles clenching around him. The feeling of him inside her, utterly, completely filling her, was overwhelming, breathtaking. Tears welled in her eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the moment, the profound intimacy of their union.

He began to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking against hers, building a rhythm that was primal and captivating. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, pushing her to new heights of sensation. She met his movements with her own, hips arching off the bed, her big tits bouncing gently with each thrust, a visual testament to the raw passion unfolding between them. Her short hair fanned out on the pillow, a soft frame for her flushed, pleasure-contorted face. She cried out his name, a desperate, guttural sound, as he hit her sweet spot again and again, sending tremors through her entire being.

"Wait," she gasped, her voice hoarse, a sudden thought piercing through the fog of pleasure. "I want… I want to try something else." Her eyes, wide and filled with a daring she hadn't known she possessed, met his. He paused, his movements still, but his eyes conveyed his understanding, his willingness to explore with her. She shifted, her hand reaching back, guiding him towards her other opening, the one she had always thought was forbidden. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, then narrowed with a possessive heat.

He leaned down, kissing her deeply, a silent affirmation. He eased out of her, the withdrawal a momentary ache, before he repositioned himself. She reached for the small pot of salve she kept for the animals, applying a generous amount to herself, preparing for the deeper intimacy she craved. She wanted to feel him completely, to take him into every part of her, to leave no doubt of her devotion. With her legs drawn up, her hips tilted, she braced herself, her heart hammering with a mixture of apprehension and thrilling anticipation. This was a new frontier, a testament to the depth of trust and desire that bound them.

He pressed against her, slowly, carefully, allowing her body to adjust to this new, intense sensation. Her breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as the initial stretch gave way to a fullness unlike any she had ever known. He moved with agonizing slowness, inch by excruciating inch, until he was fully buried within her, deep inside her tight anal passage. A cry tore from her throat, a mixture of shock and burgeoning pleasure, her fingers digging into the sheets, her back arching. He paused, holding himself still, allowing her to acclimate, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. But all he saw was a fierce, determined pleasure, a woman utterly consumed by the moment.

When she gave a small nod, a barely perceptible signal, he began to move again, his thrusts slow and deliberate, designed to stretch and fill her completely. Each movement was a profound exploration, an intimate invasion that sent shivers of pure sensation radiating through her core. Her body tightened around him, milking his thick shaft, taking every inch he offered. The pressure was immense, but the pleasure that bloomed from it was even greater, a deep, primal satisfaction that resonated through her very soul. Her big tits bounced with each deep thrust, her short hair a tangled mess against the pillow as she gasped and moaned his name, her voice raw with a desperate joy.

He held her close, his arms wrapped around her, pressing their bodies together, chest to chest, as he continued his relentless rhythm. Her nails lightly scored his back as she arched into him, meeting his every thrust with an eagerness that fueled his own escalating passion. Their moans mingled in the quiet room, a symphony of pleasure, of two souls finally, irrevocably intertwined. She felt herself building again, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within her, a desperate need for release. He found her clitoris with his thumb, stroking it rhythmically as he continued to pound into her, driving her over the edge once more.

Her climax was a shattering explosion, an earth-shattering wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that rippled through her entire being, making her scream his name, tears streaming down her face. Her body convulsed around him, milking him dry, holding him captive in her powerful contractions. He groaned, a deep, ragged sound, his own release hitting him hard and fast, a torrent of hot seed spilling deep inside her, filling her to overflowing. He collapsed on top of her, his body heavy and spent, their breaths ragged, their hearts hammering in unison.

They lay tangled together, spent and satisfied, the moonlight still bathing the room in its soft glow. He pulled out of her, slowly, the lingering emptiness already an ache. But then he gathered her close, spooning her against his body, his arm wrapped around her waist, his hand resting protectively over her belly. She snuggled back against him, feeling the warmth of his skin, the comforting weight of his presence. Her short hair was still damp, clinging to her forehead, but she felt more beautiful, more desired, than she ever had in her life. This was more than just sex; it was a profound act of love, of trust, of years of unspoken longing finally given voice and form.

"Cow Girl," he whispered, his voice still hoarse, but filled with a tenderness that made her heart ache. "Thank you." She turned in his arms, her eyes finding his in the dim light. "No," she corrected, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank *you*, Goblin Slayer. For seeing me. For being here. For everything." She laid her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling utterly safe, utterly loved. The farm was quiet once more, but now, a new, passionate chapter had begun for them, a chapter filled with the promise of many more nights just like this one, under the silent, watchful gaze of the stars.