Get one thing straight first

"So you knew this letter was here." It's a question but your tone makes its statement clear.

"Obviously." The elf answers, her hand spreading back on the table so she can lean, puffing her chest up as a result.

"Care to tell me where all my mother's other letters are?" You ask this time.

The elf makes some musing sounds, "Alright," she produces a second right arm from her right elbow to hold up a finger without taking her hand off the table and forestall her chest showing off, "if you describe what Phile." The blank bust grew from the table.

"Are you just a part of literally every piece of wood in the entire city?" Your mind is trying to account for what you are seeing while also acknowledging that the table is free standing, you can just pick it up and move it.

"Don't be silly, I'm not that big." Her produced arm shrinks back into her body and her boobs push out a little. "I can imbue life into wood, allowing me to grow it to my whim." Her explanation has you relax your eyes to see magic. The table does now have the faint glow of her her aura, or the elf equivalent. Looking at the bookcases you note there is no glow there. "Now about my deal?" The bust grew a bit larger.

"Still a no from me." You answered, you lifted your knee to the bottom of the table as the bust withdrew into the table. As you expected your knee was pushed down slightly, not creating wood just moving it around. A consequence of the wood being dead and her ability grows with live wood or the limit of her ability. Manipulation but not true growth.

"Guess you only have the letter in front of you." She said laying down, her large chest unaffected by gravity and remaining perkily upright.

You could ask her why she hasn't opened it but the answer is somewhat obvious. Zara's letter are extremely contextual, opening them at the wrong time would render them mostly meaningless. Picking it up and breaking the wax seal on the back the elf turns her head to watch you.

"Read for the class." She says. You look at her wooden eyes, there is a green colour but you think this is for style not for iris.

"Can you see?"

"Describe Phile and I'll answer."

She is weird fixated on that, sadly you can't think of a way to find out why without having to describe Phile. "Dear Christopher," you start reading the letter, "Tell that flowery bitch to keep her leafy self out of my letters."

The elf chuckled. "Yep that's Zara alright."

You decided to just keep reading rather than get into that right now. "No, seriously, tell Birch to fuck off so you can read in private."

The elf rolled over and gives you a blank stare, which might be accurate both figuratively and literally. "Go on." She clearly wasn't giving you privacy.

"Birch is you then." You asked, frankly you aren't going to complain about getting her name but you expected something a bit more elfy.

"Unless your mother knew of another elf in the city." She said back.

"So your name is Birch." That she hadn't acknowledge it made you wonder.

"Yep." She answered waving her hand for you to continue reading.

You blinked a few times. "So first condition met?"

"No, I said tell me my name, not tell me someone else's name for me." She reached over and tapped the letter, "I'm curious now."

You opened you mouth then closed it and just kept reading. Maybe your mother will give you an answer. "Are you alone? She really likes being in the moment." You muse to yourself. "Good, now while Birch plays with her nipple out of boredom." You look up and see the elf doing just that. "And clearly hasn't left you alone." There was a little note after that one telling you to raise your voice for it.

"I'm sorry, I just want to hear the words of my friend." the elf responds.

"Well these words aren't for you, so stop being a needy house plant and give me and my son a second." You know, having an active conversation at least eighteen years before the event is kinda busted.

The elf pouts and sticks out her tongue but doesn't leave. "I'm not going anywhere." If she was saying that to you or Zara you honestly don't know.

You stop reading for a moment as a thought occurs. "Mum, can you just tell me how to help Gabrielle rather than making me run around." You look around for a moment before going back to the letter. "Fine you can stay, but I expect you to at least be stroking his cock." You feel like you are being ignored, certainly an odd feeling in the situation.

"Fine I'll jerk your son off." The elf said in a huff. You feel your pants being pulled down, leaning back you see arms grown from the underside of the table pull your pants down.

You go back to reading while strange soft wooden hands start gently teasing your semi. Seeing a naked woman, made of wood or not, does have an effect it seems. You cleared your throat. "That's better. Now Christopher, think about her conditions carefully. You'll find the answer a lot faster that way." You look up at the elf who blinks at you.

"You know you're bigger than I thought." The elf said, her table hands achieved full hardness and were gently teasing your length. Her fingers are very soft you think you can feel some sort of liquid helping them slide smoothly along you, Another hand moves to gently cup your balls.

"Regarding your arm, sorry, didn't know how it happened but if it didn't things go much worse." You look at the stump of your right hand. It hadn't really occurred to you that this was kinda your mothers fault. It had been her letter that sent Gabrielle to Eve looking for the answers that trigger the PTSD episode.

The elf's hands sped up slightly, a thumb teasing your frenulum. There was a slight smile on her lips as she felt you balls tug at the sensations she was giving you. "Been a while since I had a man in my hands. Forgot how fun it is feeling you respond."

"An Eve without you around to stop her is largely unstoppable." You continued. Your mother was leading you to believe that if Eve hadn't lost it when she did she would have lost it later when you weren't around. Feeling like Zara could still have given you some warning about what was coming you read on, "Speaking of, bring her on your pirate hunting with Mary." Well at least she is giving you some advice with obvious reasons behind it, disturbing and worrying reasons but reasons nonetheless.

The elf's hands started speeding up, she had two wrapped around your shaft, one pressing a palm against your crown and making gently circles and a fourth massaging your balls, occasionally pressing a finger against your taint. Your legs were struggling to remain still under the assault, she was remarkably good at this.

"P.S. I love you, and I'm immensely proud of everything you've achieved. And tell Birch that even though she's a bitch our deal holds so long as she doesn't breach any of the terms, if she does," you have to take a break to interpret the picture Zara had drawn, "She'll, either pluck petals from a flower, or stretch out your ass. I'm going with the former."

"She did like putting her fist into my ass." The elf muses wistfully. You had no response to that, not just because of what was said but becuase you were getting close. "Wow, haven't felt a guy cumming for so long." Her upper body sunk into the table and the palm on your crown vanished, replaced by a firm ring around it and a gently probing at your tip.

You grabbed the table firmly in hand as you started cumming. The elf let out a surprised moan but didn't pop free. There was something strange about how your cum just disappeared down her throat without any sounds of swallowing, gagging or any of the other normal sounds that occur when you blew a load down someone's throat.

With your load swallowed the elf's upper body returned. She had a hand over her lips and made a mock burp noise. "Quite the 'fertilizing', maybe I should keep you on tap I know how much you can produce after all." She smirked and you wondered if she'd watched or been present for every sexual encounter you'd had in the capital, not that you were going to ask that.

"Yeah," you read over the letter once more, mostly about the conditions bit. "Tell me my name." You repeated looking at the elf. Her mother called her Birch, so was the point to actually tell her her name, not find what it was simply name her. It was worth of shot, only question is what to name her.