Dark Elf

Sunlight filtered through gossamer curtains, painting warm patterns across Ash's face as consciousness slowly returned.

The bed was impossibly soft, still holding the lingering warmth of another body beside him. His eyes fluttered open to find Aria's side empty, though the indent in the pillow suggested she hadn't been gone long.

The events of yesterday's bath flooded back, bringing a rush of heat to his cheeks.

"Finally awake?" Aria's melodic voice drew his attention to the doorway. She stood there in a flowing dress of pale green, her silver hair caught up in an intricate braid. The morning light seemed to dance around her, casting her in an ethereal glow. "I've made breakfast."

The scent of something sweet and unfamiliar wafted up from the kitchen below. Ash stretched, noting how his new body moved with a grace he was still getting used to. "You didn't have to wait for me."

"Of course I did," she smiled, turning to descend the stairs. "Come down when you're ready."

In the kitchen, Ash found a modest spread laid out – strange purple fruits cut into star shapes, what looked like honey but shimmered with rainbow hues, and bread. His portion was notably larger than hers.

"I have to leave soon," Aria explained, catching his questioning look. "There's a gathering of botanists in the Silver Grove. We're discussing the recent mutations in moondrops." She loaded her plate with the bread. "But first, I thought we might... visit the stream again?"

Ash nearly choked on his bite of star-shaped fruit. "Again?"

"Of course!" Her eyes sparkled with innocent enthusiasm. "Yesterday seemed to help with your... condition. And I enjoyed our time together." A slight blush colored her cheeks. "Besides, you still need help finding your magic."

The fruit suddenly felt very dry in Ash's mouth. He took a careful sip of what appeared to be tea but tasted like liquid sunshine. "I wouldn't want to make you late..."

"Oh, don't worry about that," she waved his concern away, standing to gather her dishes. "I have time. Besides," she added with a grin, "you helped me yesterday. It's only fair I return the favor."

'Helped you?' Ash thought as he dropped everything on his plate.

As they walked to the stream, Ash noticed details he'd missed yesterday in his nervous state.

The path was lined with tiny flowers that seemed to chime softly when brushed, their bell-like petals catching the morning light.

Aria walked ahead, occasionally stopping to touch a plant or adjust a vine, each movement precise and deliberate.

"These are dawn bells," she explained, gesturing to the chiming flowers. "They only sing in the morning light. By noon, they'll be silent until the next sunrise." Her knowledge of the magical flora seemed endless, and Ash found himself genuinely fascinated despite his other... distractions.

The clearing around the stream looked different in the morning light. Mist still clung to the water's surface, creating ethereal patterns that danced and swirled with each breath of wind.

The rocks were covered in moss that glowed faintly, adding to the otherworldly atmosphere.

They walked to the stream in comfortable silence, though Ash's heart thundered in his chest. The morning air was cool and sweet, heavy with the scent of flowers he couldn't name.

At the stream, she wasted no time. Her dress slipped from her shoulders like water, pooling at her feet. The morning light played across her skin, highlighting every curve and dip of her body. Her breasts swayed gently as she stepped into the water, nipples pebbling in the cool air.

"Coming?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder with that same innocent smile that drove him mad.

Ash followed, trying to keep his composure as he shed his clothes and entered the water. The coolness helped somewhat, but watching Aria's body move through the crystal-clear stream was a special kind of torture.

"Here," she handed him the soap, turning to present her back to him. "You can start."

His hands trembled slightly as they began their work, spreading lather across her shoulders and aiming to go lower for her breasts. "Tell me about your magic," he said, desperate for distraction.

"Mmm," she hummed contentedly as his hands worked. "I'm a healer, primarily. Not very exciting during peacetime, but essential during conflicts." Her body swayed slightly under his touch, her breasts shifting with each movement.

"Conflicts?" His hands moved lower, following the curve of her spine.

"With the Dark Elves," she sighed, arching slightly into his touch. "Though that's all political nonsense if you ask me. We're all the same people, really... oh, that feels nice..."

Ash's fingers had found it way to her nipples, and he worked it carefully, trying to focus on the conversation rather than the soft sounds she was making. "You mentioned them yesterday."

"Did I?" She glanced back at him, her amber eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "I was rather... distracted yesterday." Her gaze held his for a moment longer than necessary before she turned away again.

"Every elf's magic is different," she started trying to reduce the tension in the air, her voice taking on a teacher's tone despite their intimate setting.

"Some manifest in grand displays of elemental force, others in subtle influences over nature or emotion. My healing comes from an innate connection to life's energy - I can feel it flowing through everything around us."

She guided him through several breathing exercises, explaining how the core's energy should feel. "It's like a heartbeat," she said, "but instead of blood, it pumps magic through your body. Some describe it as tingles, others as warmth or light. Everyone experiences it differently. But never mind that. Let's work on finding your magic."

She turned to face him fully, water lapping at their waists. Her breasts gleamed in the morning light, droplets rolling down the curves like liquid diamonds. "Close your eyes," she instructed softly.

Ash complied, though the image of her remained burned in his mind.

"Focus on your core," her voice was low, soothing. "Feel the energy there, like a warm light just beneath your skin. Try to draw it out, like pulling a thread through fabric..."

He tried to concentrate, pushing away thoughts of her naked form so close to his. For a moment, there was nothing.

Then suddenly – a surge of something wild and electric shot through him, starting at his core and radiating outward. It lasted only seconds, but it left him gasping.

"I felt something," he managed, opening his eyes to find her watching him intently. "Like lightning, but inside..."

Her smile was radiant. "That's wonderful! Though I didn't see anything manifest..." She bit her lip thoughtfully, then reached for the soap. "Perhaps it's your.... condition holding you back. Would you like me to help with that again?" She said staring down at the mysterious thick protrusion down his waist.

The look in her eyes made his breath catch. The soap slipped from his grasp into her waiting hands, and her smile turned just slightly wicked at the edges.

"After all," she murmured, stepping closer. "We still have some time before I need to leave..."