Have a family dinner.

Yaera then stands up from her stool at last. Though just as quickly, she lowers herself to the floor next to the steamy bath, and lays there on her side in a very deliberate pose to entice the eyes. The way her ass protrudes, and her legs cross over, and definitely by the way she looks up at you, it's as if she's asking you to take her now, though you know that would fail any sort of test it could be, as she cares far more for her daughter's pleasure than her own. You have something important to do first.

With a click, you allow Amara's choker to fall to the ground.

She quickly throws her arms around you and kisses you once again. Both your hands and hers explore one another's bodies in an attempt to touch every last inch in frantic desire. You pull her in once again, slipping your hands down to caress the softness of her butt, while she seems like she doesn't even know where to go first. She wants every last bit of you all at once. She kisses your neck, and then your chest, and before you know it, she's on her knees with the tip of her tongue teasing just beneath the head of your cock.

Then with a quiet moan, she wraps her lips around it and takes it all the way in.

You roll back your eyes at the wonderful sensation of Amara gulping down your dick. Though not even a minute passes by before Yaera pats the wet floor near where she lays, and clears her throat in order to grab her daughter's attention.

Amara slips it from her lips with a pop, and then turns her head back. Her eyes return to yours, though with a wide smile much like her mother's, and then she crawls over to lay right beside her.

It's like a fun house mirror. The two elves lay in identical poses, and in many ways are spitting images if one another. Yet as said before, the body on the right is bigger in more ways than one--thicker, taller. Though it's also how she acts. She looks to you and speaks with an aged wisdom that Amara has yet to reach. On the left, you see a kind, loving elven girl, and your most trusted cleric. Her eyes never leave you. Not for one second. In this moment, all she cares about is you. There's unlikely even another thought in her mind. And as weird as it could be for some, to be able to share this moment with her own mother only grows her smile.

No man could choose in a situation like this one. Before you is a full elven buffet. Therefore, you don't pick just one. Obviously the answer is to have everything on the menu.

You take Amara first. From her side, you slip your dick between her legs, and it's no secret to Yaera the moment you penetrate given the audible reaction of her daughter. You part her lips, and fill her tight pussy up with every last inch of your girth, and you glide easily inside and out by the sheer excitement and desperation of Amara's eager body. The angle seems to be perfect for her. Everything is rubbing against the perfect spot. Perhaps their bodies are similar enough to where Yaera just taught her a position she knows she'd enjoy--something so simple, yet it works.

It's a sight to behold. Not only are you sticking it deep inside a beautiful elf, but beside her lays a second. A man would kill to be in a situation like this one. The blessing isn't lost on you. At the same time, most wouldn't be able to handle it like you can. Not only do you keep a perfect rhythm as you buck the girl's body forwards and back against the royal bath's floor--steam covering your bodies in a glistening mist, as the pool sits a mere few inches from your feet--but she's already almost ready to orgasm after being so thoroughly worked up by all that's transpired, especially the makeout session encouraged by her mother.

The challenge begins.

You thrust deep inside Amara's quivering body. Your hands know where to touch, and your lips know what to kiss, and before you know it, the music of her moans is reaching a crescendo. She cums. Her not lasting long isn't a surprise. You're pretty sure you could make her cum by kissing alone. That being said, you're far from finished with her.

But this is a family gathering, and elves aren't as patient as they claim to be.

You switch right after, slipping your dick now into Yaera's body in much the same way. You grab her ass and thrust deep inside, and the woman looks immediately satisfied, as if you've given her something she's been wanting for longer than this time in the bathing room. Amara watches with love in her eyes as you next rock Yaera's world. Forwards and back, you watch her bustier body jiggle. You then deliver a firm smack to her ass, and for a very brief moment, you think to yourself, Should I have just spanked Tivera's most famous priestess?

The answer is most certainly yes, especially by the reaction of her gasping moan.

You do start slow, but soon you're moving as a modest pace, and of course her body feels fantastic. Deep down, even you feel impressed you can last in situations like these ones.

After a time, though panting breaths, Yaera speaks. "S-Switch..."

"But you haven't--"

She bites her lip and smiles. Both women love to smile, and they do so in a way you can't explain. It's radiant, like there's a tangible warmth to how they look at you.

You pull out, and then once again thrust into Amara.

Between the hot mist in the air, and two elves gasping in euphoria, it's difficult to tell one fluid from the next, though that hardly matters with them all exchanged between bodies, and effective lubricant no matter the source. Not only do you slip your dick into Amara's tight pussy to fuck her yet again, but you find yourself doing as Yaera commanded often as time ticks forwards. You take one for awhile, and then swap to the other. It feels even better. The subtle differences in sensation and reaction, the spectacle, the way they look back at you--fucking two pussies back and forth makes for an even more pleasurable experience. It's an assault on the senses in every positive way.

They orgasm. Of course they do, and it's not just once.

They get worn and tired before you, though just as things start to slow, the door into the Royal Bath creaks open. You wonder if it would be wise to get a lock. That being said, pretty good things tend to happen when people come in.

Speaking of which, a young woman stands watching with widened eyes. Clearly, she didn't expect to see what she has. It's an elf as well, though not one that appears usual. Her skin is like a very pale shade of wood with the faint grain texture barely visible, though her doll-like body is most apparent by the sight of her joints. Her figure is in every other way elven--slender, long legs, pointed ears--but it's been built to mirror the real deal. Her hair is long, lush, and blue, and she wears glasses that are quickly fogging up. Her body is covered by a deep navy dress cut above her knees.

Meladarai Tlarthanil is of course a banshee, so her real body is long gone. According to her, however, this one is incredibly close, and due to incredible engineering in magical technology, she can feel pretty much the same, even if she is effectively possessing a puppet.

"I-I-I probably sh-should not be seeing this--!" Mela stutters out.

Then a hand touches her back. Something is whispered, but you can't hear or see.

You sit by the pool with the nude Amara and Yaera, curious as to what's happening. "Mela?" you ask. "It's all right. If you need something, let me know. And if you came for a dip, then please. By all means."

Right after she steps in, the mysterious individual follows suit. It's Lady Nyllia Tesgella. "A dip sounds fantastic," she says with a knowing gaze cast at the boy sitting across from her still sporting a very hard rosy erection. "Afterwards."

She isn't wearing her usual suit of armour, or even one of her casual sets. Instead, her body is wrapped in a pink housecoat. It looks to be made of thin silk, and while it isn't transparent, at just the right angle, with the perfect lighting, you can barely make out the shape of her body past the soft fabric. She has it tied in a way where her left leg is almost completely exposed. There isn't a change it's by accident. She follows Mela inside, and the door shuts behind them.

"I do not want to interrupt," says Mela.

"Something tells me you will not be," replies Nyllia. "Quite the interesting invitation. I did not know you had it in you."

"Me?" you ask.

"No. I was simply told to come to the Royal Bath, and it seems Meladarai was as well. But it was not you who asked."

You turn to Yaera.

Before you can ask, she shakes her head. "Quite naughty of you to immediately assume it was I who planned such a lewd encounter."

Then at last, you look to Amara.

She smiles timidly and sinks back with pink in her cheeks. "Well... If I remember correctly, you said that elves do not exist in your world. They are merely a fantasy. So I thought that perhaps all the elves in Castle Phoenix should share a bath with you together, Kyle."

Nyllia smirks. "Just a bath. Of course."

Yaera's smile transformed into a fully formed grin of excitement. "My sweet daughter. I could not have been more proud of you."