Walk Irelya home

As the trio walk arm-in-arm pass the school gates, Miss Miarora gives Irelya an uneasy glance. "Would you prefer if it were just the two of you, Miss Vandis?"

But the teacher breathes a sigh of relief as Irelya replies: "I absolutely insist you come with us," she says, reaching over to squeeze Alia's hand. "The last thing I will ever do is get between Rex and his women. I love him the way he is; I wouldn't change a thing, not for the world."

As the elven girl continues, she places her head on Rex's shoulder. "I owe you a good deal, Miss. The Gods only know if he would've had the courage to confess if it weren't for your nudging... And his mother's, I'd wager."

"I was only doing what was right," Alia mumbles, blushing as she sneaks a glance at Rex. The boy can barely contain his excitement, grinning in disbelief with his arms around the two women.

"You're too good to me," he sighs, squeezing Irelya's hand.

"I merely know how to be sincere, Rexus. And it doesn't take me a week."

Rex cringes at the accusation, but relaxes when he hears the two women giggle in unison.

The three continue to chat merrily as they make their way through the streets, ignoring the surprised and intrigued stares from passersby.

As a rule, elves are strict monogamists: even entertaining the possibility of more than one lover is heavily frowned upon, regardless of consent. Unions of love are sacred and precious, because professing your love to another elf meant swearing your faith to them for centuries.

But Rexus Alrdyn has done far worse than this in the past; his innate mastery of the Avarian spell causes shame and suspicion to roll off him, like water off a duck's back. The faces of the elven townsfolk turn from disapproval to interest as they watch the boy smiling, chatting, and even groping his two companions.

And yet, it seems his wandering hands are focused on Alia Miarora: he squeezes her chest and rear at every opportunity, while he and Irelya Vandis merely hold hands. But despite the lack of physical intimacy, his gaze is more focused on the younger, darker-skinned elf. If it weren't for their buxom, scantily-clad teacher following along, they'd be the very model of a happily courting couple.

After a few minutes, they arrive at Irelya's house. She frees her hand from Rex's, looking at him expectantly.

"Would you like to... Come inside? I mean..." Irelya blushes scarlet at the implication, before rushing ahead: "I, well, I know Mother's been looking forward to your visit, so... And of course you can use one of our bedrroms, if you need to spend time with Miss Miarora."

"I wouldn't want to intrude," Rex replies carefully.

"Well then, I..." Irelya rubs her arms nervously as Rex shuffles closer to her. Then the two share a small smile, and Irelya closes her eyes as he leans in to kiss her.

But before Rex can get his arms around her, the door swings open behind them, and he shifts away.

"Mrs. Vandis," he gasps, taking a step back and offering a slight bow. As his mother told him: if he wants his relationship with Irelya to last, he needs her mother Teysa firmly on his side.

"Although, I'm quite sure you'll have no trouble there," Bellsi had added confidently, prodding Rex's bulge as they lay in bed. "Make an effort to work her over properly. Treat her as you would your own dear mother, and you'll be sure to get along just fine."

But even as Rex bows, his eyes wander to the older elf's bulging breasts. Teysa's outfit is even sheerer than the one she wore the night they met. It barely covers her voluptuous body, barely holding onto her shoulders as it flutters and clings to her figure in the light breeze.

Rexus feels his mouth water as his head becomes level with the clear outline of Teysa's right breast. Her change of dress gives him a sense of deja vu; it reminds him of the shift in Alia's clothing tastes, as she progressed from conservative finery to increasingly-scandalous micro-bikinis.

"Hello, kids... And good afternoon, Miss Miarora." Teysa Vandis takes a step forward, placing her hands on her daughter's shoulders as she greets their guests.

Then she leans down and places her smiling lips next to Irelya's ear, whispering in a loud, conspiratorial tone: "I was right, I assume? The two of you looked awfully happy, walking down the pathway... Will this put an end to your little tantrums?"

"Mother!" The young elf's blush was only starting to recede, and now it returns in full **** as she squeals and runs past her mother.

Teysa laughs lightly as she watches her daughter escape through the open door, then turns her attention back to Rex and Alia.

"I hope you treat her kindly, Rexus."

Rex immediately smiles and nods. "Of course, Mrs. Vandis. Always."

"Irelya is probably hiding in her room, so I suppose I should offer you a drink in her stead? And you, Miss Miarora?"

"Oh, that would be delightful," the teacher replies, squeezing Rex's shoulder. "And please, call me Alia."

The breeze seems to pick up slightly, and Teysa's dress wraps further around her gorgeous figure. Her dress rides up her legs, briefly exposing an entire thigh; if the elven mother notices, she doesn't seem to mind.

Rexus nods again, even more eagerly. "I am a little thirsty."