Yes

I cleared my throat, looking from Lythirn’s teasing grin to the breathtakingly bare company. A sudden, wild surge of curiosity overrode my rigid princely reservations.

“You know what? Fair enough,” I said, my fingers trembling slightly as I unbuckled my heavy leather belt.

I pulled the tight tunic over my head and stepped out of my trousers, tossing them aside. A collective, appreciative murmur rippled through the room. Elarinya leaned forward, her massive breasts swaying beautifully as her golden eyes swept over my pale torso, making my member harden under the weight of her gaze. Despite the initial spike of panic, the cool night air brushing against my bare skin felt incredibly liberating.

Lythirn let out a rich laugh, his thick length swaying as he handed me a goblet.

“Now that is the spirit of a true guest. Welcome to the grove.”

I sank onto the plush cushions right beside Elarinya, trying to keep my breathing steady. Close up, her breasts were spectacular - exceptionally full and heavy. Across from us, the muscular male elves offered welcoming nods, their thick members resting prominently in complete relaxation.

I took a heavy gulp of the wine as Elarinya shifted closer, letting her slender fingers brush lightly against my bare thigh.

“The formal introductions are over,” she purred softly, her breath warm against my neck as the other elves began to shift and tangle their limbs around us. “It is time to properly initiate our royal guest into the deeper, private rituals of the grove...”