They were so lively and cheery towards the man who defeated their strongest warrior.
They are a bunch of battle-crazed elves, and they recognised Jolthar's sword skill and hunger.
His thoughts ran back to the people and conversations he had yesterday. The elder, Jolthar, talked to him the longest, and he had quite a lot of insights into the gods, which helped Jolthar learn about the existence of the ascension.
And his son, Vareth, was nowhere to be seen after the battle. Vareth congratulated Jolthar and left simply. The last ti he saw him, Vareth didn't look angry.
Unlike Vareth, the other elves no longer looked at him as an outsider. He was no longer "the human boy." He was Jolthar of Ael'koryna, and they had drunk, sung, and laughed with him like brothers.
But his mont of quiet was shattered by a soft splash.
He opened one eye lazily.
And nearly choked.
His breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.
Standing before him was Ekatarina, her curvy, towering fra illuminated by the soft glow of the forest. She was completely bare.
Jolthar's eyes road all over her body, from top to bottom.
She was utterly bare, her pale grey skin shimring with the faint iridescence of her kind. Her curves were a vision—a full, heavy bosom, a waist that flared into thicc, powerful thighs, and a presence that radiated both grace and raw sensuality.
Jolthar swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. And the hot water wasn't helping keep his mber from standing up.
She was eight feet of pure temptation, and Jolthar wasn't sure whether to bow, run, or ask the gods if this was so kind of elaborate test. She moved like smoke and moonlight, all curves and power—a marvel that blurred the line between awe and arousal. Jolthar could barely breathe, let alone speak.
Damn! he thought, she's like an erotic dream co to life.
She made him rember a character, the dominating lady from a ga he used to play.
Ekatarina's lips curved into a mischievous smile as she waded closer, the water parting around her like a lover's caress.
"You look comfortable, Der Jolthar," she teased, her voice low and lodic, carrying the lilting cadence of the forest folk.
"Do you always claim the best spot for yourself?"
Jolthar chuckled, trying to mask the heat rising in his cheeks. "Only when I've earned it," he shot back, his voice rougher than he intended.
"Long day. You know how it is."
Her eyes, luminous and piercing, road over him, lingering on the ripple of his muscles, the scars that told stories of battles fought and won. He looked like a child in front of her.
"Oh, I know," she purred, stepping closer until the water swirled between them.
"But you seem… tense. Even here." She tilted her head, her long braid swaying, the beads woven into it glinting in the dim light.
"Perhaps you need more than the springs to unwind."
Jolthar's brow arched, but he couldn't hide the spark of interest in his eyes.
"And what's that supposed to an?" he asked, leaning forward slightly, the water shifting around his waist.
Ekatarina laughed softly, a sound like wind chis in the canopy. "You've been here long enough to know our ways, outsider," she said, her tone playful yet edged with sothing deeper.
"You fight like us, drink like us, laugh like us. The others… they see you as one of us now. But I see more."
She paused, her gaze locking onto his, intense and unyielding. "I see a man who carries fire in his heart. And I like it."
He felt a jolt at her words, his usual confidence faltering under her scrutiny. "You're not so bad yourself," he managed, his voice low, almost a growl.
"I learned from the best, you. Graceful. Deadly. Hard to look away."
Her smile widened, and she stepped even closer, the water now barely a barrier between them. "Is that so?" she murmured, her fingers trailing lightly through the surface of the spring, sending ripples toward him. "
You've been watching , then. I wondered if you'd noticed."
He was still reeling from the sight of Ekatarina, her teasing words, and the electric charge in the air.
"Noticed?" Jolthar said, leaning back again, trying to regain his composure. "Hard not to. You make it difficult to focus on anything else."
She laughed again, delighted, and sank into the water beside him, close enough that their shoulders nearly brushed. Her massive tits jiggled as she moved. They were hard not to notice, and Jolthar got an eyeful of her womanhood and the silver bush on top of it. The image of the slender, red-coloured vertical lips was burned into his mind.
"Good," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
"I like knowing I have your attention." Her hand grazed his arm, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down his spine. "You've earned your place here, human boy. But tell … do you want to earn more?"
His gaze moved to her eyes and to her bosom. His heart pounded, but he matched her playful tone. "Depends on what you're offering, Master."
"Cheeky little one."
She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear.
"Sothing you won't forget," she whispered, her fingers brushing his thigh beneath the water, deliberate and bold.
She caught hold of his poking head on the water surface and started moving her hand.
The water rippled around them as she guided him deeper into the unknown, a promise of pleasure
Jolthar's breath hitched, and she chuckled, clearly enjoying his reaction. "You're strong, brave… but so easy to tease," she said, her hand lingering, stroking slowly, deliberately, until his entire body tensed with desire.
Before he could respond, she closed the distance, her lips capturing his in a deep, hungry kiss.
It was fierce and possessive, her tongue exploring his with a confidence that left him dizzy.
Her hands moved with deliberate slowness, one sliding down to grip him firmly, her touch expert and unrelenting.
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