The Dark Elves

Almond found resources inside of the inn that could be used to create a sign. He created one of simple design with the words "The Pleasure's Rest." In italic writing.

Once done, he placed the sign outside of his Inn and headed back inside.

For now, all I can do is try and earn as many customers as possible. The more people that enter my inn, the more I can learn about this world.

Afterwards, Almond checked the stocks in his kitchen. Inside he found all sorts of meats, alongside the ingredients to make bread. These were the staple servings of an inn, alongside the alcoholic beverages.

He used this chance to search the rest of the inn, figuring out that there were ten bedrooms which could, of course, be rented out overnight.

However, before he could get any further in his explorations, he heard the door opening from downstairs.

A customer already?

...

No. Almond heard chattering. It wasn't just a single customer. It was a group.

He hurried downstairs to find a group of people already sitting by a table. It only took one glance for him to realise what race they were.

Elves.

There were 4 of them. Three men and one woman.

Almond knew their race based on their pointy ears. However, unlike Ynell, these elves had dark skin.

If this world was anything like those of the fantasy stories he had read back in school, Raphael guessed that these were Dark Elves, whilst Ynell was perhaps a Wood Elf.

Almond cleared his throat.

"Good morning, Elves. What can I get for you?" He asked in his best salesman voice.

The Dark Elves turned towards him, their eyes were large, red and slanted, and their expressions seemed serious.

However, after catching sight of the Innkeeper, they instantly cheered up.

"Morning, Innkeeper. Just some bread and ale please, enough for four." A man with long, dark braided hair said. He had slight smile lines on his face, suggesting he was the oldest in the group.

Almond nodded his head.

"Coming right up."

The Elves were all wearing standard medieval clothes, clearly not rich nor poor. They also seemed to be a talkative bunch.

However, before heading to the kitchen, Almond met eyes with the female elf sitting at the table.

Her skin was caramel coloured, and her hair was dark green, flowing straight down past her shoulders. Despite her slender build, she had a pair of breasts on her that seemed too large for her frame.

Are all dark elf women built like that? I thought they would be petite.

Once in the kitchen, Almond took out the ingredients to bake a simple bread recipe that he had known back from his time on earth. Once the dough was kneaded and ready, he placed it in the large stone stove and set the fire.

Back on earth, he had never enjoyed cooking, despite being good at it. The convenience of ordering takeaway meant that there was not much use for it.

That's one good thing about this world. It forces me to use these skills. Hopefully, when I get back to earth I'll be a completely different man.

Whilst the bread was baking, he pulled out four mugs and poured ale from a barrel into each one, filling it to the brim. Afterwards, he placed them on a tray and carried them out to the Elves.

I'm going to need an assistant at some point... Especially if this place gets more popular.

As he placed the tray on the table and began to hand a mug to each elf, he eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Say what you want about the High Elves, Nyth, my opinion will never change. They are stuck-up brats!" The man spat, as he took the mug from Almond and took a deep swig.

The Elf, who seemed to be named 'Nyth,' let out a deep sigh before taking his mug.

"The Elf Conflicts ended years ago. Isn't it about time we stop this nonsense and unite? It's stuff like this that makes us the weakest of the races."

The female elf seemed as though she had something to say next.

"Nyth is right. I'm friends with many High and Wood-elves. All of them are great people- Ahhhh♡!"

Her words cut off as she reached out to take the mug from Almond. However, as she did, her hands brushed against his.

The three men looked at her with a worried look on their faces. They thought she had somehow hurt herself.

"Sister Sylma? Is everything alright?" Nyth asked her, but the woman had no response.

Sylma, the dark elf, watched the Innkeeper who was now walking back to the kitchen with the empty tray in hand.

"S-sorry, the mug was just colder than I expected." She lied, trying her best to hide the truth.

Her brothers shrugged their shoulders, continuing with their conversation. But Sylma was no longer focused on the elf conflicts.

What was that strange wave of pleasure that washed over my body?

She moved her legs and felt something slippery between her thighs.

No fucking way! That can't be what I think it is.

I'm soaked...

All because I touched him? But it was just his hand?

She watched the innkeeper clean at a spot on the bar with a towel. His presence was not alluring, and he didn't seem to be a magician. Humans rarely had such powers.

But she felt certain that his skin had some sort of effect on her body. Regardless of whether she wanted to believe it or not, the wetness between her brown thighs was proof.

Whatever that was... I need to confirm I'm not going crazy.

She rose from her chair, realising that her legs had a slight quiver to them. Her brother's hardly noticed, but she told them that she was going to ask the innkeeper where the restroom was.

She walked over to the brown-haired man, who looked up at her as she approached.

"Hello, what can I help you with-"

"What was that?" Sylma cut him off.

Almond looked at the dark elf, feigning a confused expression.

"That feeling. What was that feeling that I felt when you passed me the mug? Are you some sort of magician of an unknown sect?"

Almond looked over at the brothers sitting by the table, and once he confirmed that they weren't watching, he smiled calmly at Sylma.

"Oh, that? I'm not quite sure, but I've called it the pleasure touch. Do you want to try it again?"

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