Family bonding time

Aria knocked, her knuckles making a rhythmic sound against the wooden door. When no immediate response came, she tilted her head, a familiar gesture Ash was beginning to recognize as her "thinking" pose.

"They're always like this," she muttered, more to herself than to Ash. "Naya gets completely absorbed when she's doing the house chores, and Lira..." She rolled her eyes. "Well, Lira could sleep through just about anything."

A second knock. Silence.

Just as Ash was about to suggest they might have come at a bad time, the door swung open.

Naya stood in the doorway, and Ash found himself momentarily stunned. Where Aria was all soft curves and ethereal grace, Naya was different – stronger, more angular. She wore a light dress that seemed almost transparent, the fabric moving with her slightest movement.

Her silver hair was pulled back in a practical braid, a few strands escaping to frame her face.

"Aria!" Naya's smile was warm, though not quite as radiant as her sister's. Her eyes – a deeper amber than Aria's – swept over Ash with quick, calculated interest.

"Come in," she said, stepping back. Her movements were deliberate, each step carrying a hint of contained energy.

The cottage's interior was a marvel of organized chaos. Dried herbs hung from the ceiling in careful bundles, crystals caught the light from various windows, and what looked like magical instruments were carefully arranged on shelves. The kitchen – visible from the main room – was a whirlwind of activity.

"I was just preparing some preserves," Naya explained, gesturing to the various jars and bubbling pots. "The moonberry harvest was particularly good this year."

Ash watched as she moved, noticing the way her dress shifted with each movement, revealing glimpses of her body beneath Her breasts were breathtaking.

She was muscular in a way that spoke of practical work – not the delicate beauty of a noblewoman, but the strength of someone who worked with her hands.

"LIRA!" Naya's voice rang through the house, sharp and musical. "Wake up!"

Silence.

She tried again, louder this time. When still no response came, a mischievous glint entered her eyes.

"She's always that way, I sometimes have to do the needful." Naya said.

A small orb of light materialized in her palm, dancing with magical energy. With a flick of her wrist, it shot through an upstairs window.

A brilliant flash erupted, followed by a very human-like groan of protest.

"That always works." Naya added with a giggle.

Moments later, Lira stumbled down the stairs. If Naya was strength and sharp angles, Lira was pure, soft beauty.

Her blonde hair – was a wild mess, and she wore what could generously be called sleeping clothes. A thin slip that seemed more like a suggestion of fabric than an actual garment.

The garment barely covered her nipples, leaving her full melons on display. 'That's one hell of a sleeping dress.' Ash thought as he stared at the display before him.

Her eyes – lighter than Aria's, almost a silvery blue – widened when she saw her sister.

"Aria!" She rushed forward, embracing her sister in a tight hug. Her melons bounced vigorously as she rushed towards Aria.

She undoubtedly has the largest melons amongst the sisters, and her face was not bad either.

The sisters' reunion was a beautiful thing to watch. Intimate, full of shared history. Whispers, quick touches, inside jokes that seemed to communicate entire conversations in moments.

"This is Ash," Aria explained after their greeting. "She's... well, she's a bit complicated."

Ash despite being called a "she" kept his cool.

Lira turned her attention to Ash, and he felt pinned by her gaze. Up close, her beauty was almost overwhelming. Her slip left little to the imagination – the curves of her body were visible, her skin seeming to glow with an inner light.

"Complicated how?" Lira asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and mischief.

Aria explained about Ash's memory loss, the mysterious circumstances of his arrival. Naya and Lira listened intently, exchanging glances that seemed to communicate volumes.

Lira rushed forward and wrapped Ash in a tight hug after hearing his story, her eyes filled with pity.

She held him firmly, but it was the softest embrace he had ever experienced. Her breasts pressed against him, not just large but incredibly soft.

Almost instinctively, his hands wandered to her waist, sliding lower as he gauged the generous curve of her hips. 'Damn, everyone here is a thing of beauty,' he thought, realizing that every elf he'd encountered seemed even more stunning than the last.

"We'll look after her," Naya said finally, her tone leaving no room for argument.

As Aria left, Lira went to the kitchen and got them something to eat.

The sisters' conversation flowed easily at the table – gossip about the town, complaints about local politics, inside jokes that made them laugh.

"So," Naya turned to Ash during a lull in the conversation, "Aria mentioned you're having some... memory issues?"

Ash nodded, carefully choosing his words. "Everything before waking up is just a blur."

Naya and Lira exchanged a look. "It sounds like you might be one of the victims of the recent dark elf attacks," Naya said carefully. "We've heard stories of elves found wandering, unable to remember their past."

Ash became curious about what the dark elves were and why they caused so much harm than good, but that was something he would love to discuss with Aria.

"We should wash up," Lira announced after the meal, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Care to join us, Ash?"

His heart raced. This world continued to surprise him in ways he never expected.

"Sure," he managed, trying to sound casual.