Is that… a head?

Ash knelt in the shallow water, his heart pounding as he found himself eye level with Aria's hips. The curve of her body was breathtaking, every dip and swell seemingly carved by a master artist. Her skin glistened in the sunlight, the droplets clinging to her like jewels.

His gaze drifted lower, taking in the round, full shape of her ass. The way her hips flared out was mesmerizing, her flesh smooth and inviting. The water lapped gently at her thighs, popping the natural curves of her form.

Every shift of her stance caused her cheeks to subtly ripple, the sight captivating in its perfection. It was like staring at a water bed or a balloon filled with water, jiggly, soft and irresistible.

"Don't forget the back," Aria said, her voice light and oblivious to the effect she was having on him.

Ash swallowed hard and reached out with trembling hands, lathering the soap between his palms before starting at the back of her thighs. His touch was tentative at first, his fingers gliding over her skin with featherlight precision. The warmth of her body beneath his hands was intoxicating.

He worked his way upward, his hands moving over the soft curves of her ass. The flesh yielded slightly under his touch, firm yet supple, his fingers tracing the gentle dip where her hips met her lower back. He lingered longer than necessary, his movements slow and deliberate as he spread the lather evenly.

Aria hummed softly, a sound of contentment that only fueled the fire in his chest. "You're thorough," she remarked, her tone teasing but warm. "And you have no memory of this? Not with your mother?" Aria asked.

'With my mother? Why would I bath with my mother?!' As far as he was concerned, everything in this world was strangely different.

"No, I do not remember," Ash replied out loud. He could see that Aria resigned, not willing to push forward anymore.

She probably thought that it was a difficult conversation for him. Being perceptive and emotionally astute, she understood how not having a single knowledge about his life would be damaging to him.

Aria bent forward, her hands resting firmly against the cool surface of the rock, her back arching in a graceful curve that seemed almost deliberate.

The position left nothing to Ash's imagination, the soft lines of her body Illuminated by the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

"You'll need to be thorough," she instructed, her voice calm but edged with a hint of tension. She shifted slightly, tilting her hips just enough to grant him better access to the area she had indicated. "The inner thighs are often neglected, but they're important."

Ash swallowed hard, his breath catching as he moved closer. His fingers trembled slightly as he pressed them to her skin, the slick soap easing his movements as he began to scrub the delicate confines of her thighs. The warmth of her body against his fingertips was intoxicating, each gentle press drawing a soft shiver from her.

"So," he began, his voice breaking the quiet between them, "have you made any gains with your botany business lately?" He hoped the conversation would distract him from the charged atmosphere, but it felt like a futile effort.

Aria hummed softly, the sound hitching slightly as his hands moved closer to the slit between her thighs. From this angle now, he could see it. It was just a single slit, he didn't know why he was expecting something much different from that.

"Yes," she replied, her voice breathy. "The glowbloom plant has been especially lucrative this season. I've been selling its parts to local healers,"

Ash glanced up briefly, catching the way her silver hair swayed as she tilted her head to the side. "Glowbloom?" he repeated, his hands working methodically over her skin. "What's special about it?"

"It enhances healing magic," she explained, her voice trembling slightly as he scrubbed closer to the sensitive area near her lips. "Healers use it in their potions and salves to treat wounds that would otherwise take weeks to heal."

"That sounds like a lot of responsibility:" Ash murmured, his tone thoughtful as he continued his task. The soap lathered beneath his hands, his fingers gliding effortlessly over her pussy, rubbing one finger before the next to give it a soft thorough scrub. She moaned involuntarily, arching her back even further, again, involuntarily. It was her body responding naturally to this sensation.

Aria didn't know why but the way Ash touched her caused her to feel a particular strange way. And she wanted to feel it again.

"It is" she admitted, her grip on the rock tightening. "But it's rewarding. The healers always speak highly of its effectiveness."

Ash's hands moved lower, his fingers now two rubbing against the subtle knob on her slit. The reaction was instant, the way her body shivered, her standing on her toes and her breathing uneven as she tried to focus on the conversation.

"And you grow it yourself?" he asked, his voice low as he worked. Thing was Ash was doing his very best to not get as aroused as Aria.

'And she'd not doing me any favours pushing this load out like this,' he thought for a second.

"Yes," Aria said, her words almost a whisper. "It's rare and delicate, but I've mastered the conditions it needs..." she took a pause, "to thrive."

"Are you okay?" Ash asked, acting oblivious to the whole thing.

"Hmm?" Aria answered.

"No, I was wondering if you are okay. You sound stressed. Am I doing it wrong?" Ash asked in a low innocent tone.

"Yes ...yes~" Aria replied in a singy tone voice. Clearly, she wasn't okay, even in the least bit.

However, she knew she had to conceal it. Because somehow, bath time has never been this way before how come she felt this strange, hot but yet moist feeling between her legs?

"I think you should rinse it off now and wash my back thoroughly again," Aria found her voice and said.

Again, this was all normal. Ash had to remind himself this was simply the culture of elves and since he was one now without much explanation, he might as well pick up on it and stop feeling strange about it.

Encouraged, Ash continued his exploration, his hands gliding up the length of her back. The slope of her spine was elegant, his fingers following its path until they reached her shoulders. He could feel the tension in her muscles easing under his touch, her body relaxing into his ministrations.

Ash let the soapy water drip through his fingers as he began scrubbing Aria's bare back. His movements were steady, deliberate, though his gaze often wandered, drawn to the curves of her body gleaming under the sunlight. The intimacy of their bathing felt natural, even as it set his heart racing.

"So...tell me, how am I supposed to start learning magic anyway?" Ash asked. Other than the thousands of questions in his head, he felt this one took a lot of room when it came to how important it actually was.

Aria tilted her head slightly, her silvery hair spilling over one shoulder. "It's not as complicated as you might think," she replied, her voice soft. "Magic is... it's about connection. To yourself, to the world around you."

Ash nodded, his hands moving up to her shoulders, kneading gently before scrubbing the delicate slope of her neck.

"And where does this connection come from?" he asked, his curiosity piqued despite the distracting rhythm of his hands.

Aria smiled faintly. "From within. Every elf has a core, a source of magic. Yours..." she hesitated, catching her breath briefly as Ash's hands slid under her arms.

He worked carefully, his palms brushing the sensitive hollows of her armpits before gliding forward. Without hesitation, he cupped her breasts, lifting them slightly as he scrubbed. The soap foamed against her skin, his fingers grazing her nipples with each movement. Her areolas acted like little bumps against his hand.

He went on to grasp them, kneading them like dough, feeling the tenderness and softness of her flesh. Aria on the other hand shifted so her head was thrown back, resting atop Ash's shoulders while one of her hand wandered and grabbed Ash's hair. She had no understanding of what was going on. And unless asked, Ash was happy to play the fool as well.

Aria let out a sharp inhale, her breath catching in her throat. Her composure wavered, her voice almost trembling as she spoke again. "Y-Your core... it's unique. Who knows? It might be stronger than most. So maybe learning magic might come... quicker for you."

Her words faltered as his hands lingered, her body leaning slightly into his touch. She swallowed hard, fighting to keep her focus on the conversation despite the electric sensation spreading through her.

"You'll need to meditate," she added, her tone more breathless now. "To feel your core. That's the first step. Once you can feel it... the magic will come naturally."

Ash's lips curved into a small, knowing smile, his hands still moving with slow, deliberate care. "Meditation, huh? Sounds easy enough," he said, his voice low, almost teasing. "But I'm going to need someone to guide me through it."

Aria's cheeks flushed a soft pink, her brown eyes darting toward him as she turned her head slightly. "I... I'll help you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

But her glance wandered somewhere else as she found something sticking and poking out of the water.

"What is that thing?" Aria asked, looking down to see a head poking through her thighs.