Get to know the family.

"So, Mr. Warren," her mother speaks up. "My daughter has told me much about you and your journeys. I must say that I am impressed, though I did admit that I did not fully believe her words until I was fortunate enough to see you in action. My only regret is losing consciousness before the end. Certainly your heroics continued after I fell."

Amara's grip loosens, though that only makes it worse. Her hand brushes down along your cock, feels down and then back up your thigh, before returning to play with it once again. You feel her thumb slip around the sides, and then around the head. All the while, you shift awkwardly in your seat, and try not to make any strange noises. You turn to Amara, and she tries to look innocent. Then, you look back to Yaera, and can't help but linger a glance at her chest.

"Thanks, I--" you mutter out.

"If things are getting too hot, feel free to step out for a few minutes," she says. "We would not want you to overheat."

"I'm fine."

She chuckles warmly. "Of course you are. Can you perhaps tell me more about this Demon King you mentioned now? I am incredibly curious."

For the time being, Amara moves her hand back down to rest on your leg, giving you a break to speak.

"It's a bit of a long story," you say. "But there's this guy called Demon King Sa'dis, and he doesn't live all that far away. He also has a necklace, but we have a recipe for a weapon that should be able to break it and weaken him. One of the ingredients if a frost lotus, which Amara said we can probably find here."

"I have heard the name... Amara, my dear, why did you not tell me your party was planning to eliminate someone who holds the title of a Demon King? That is a greater feat than I have ever accomplished."

Amara's head sinks between her shoulders.

Yaera looks back to you and chuckles again. "She is far too modest. Of course she would not have said anything to make herself appear more heroic. Though, you could have explained it as you did everything else, and say the brave, handsome Kyle was the one behind the task."

"M-Mother...!"

You shiver in surprise as a new hand touches your leg. This one is coming from the other side. You look up, and Yaera stares straight back into your eyes. Then, Amara's hand sneaks back up. Her fingers brush over your cock, and then she wraps her grip around it again. You really do start to worry about overheating now, with both of these elves and their touching.

"My daughter truly enjoys spending time with you," Yaera whispers. "Do you enjoy the time with her?"

"Y-Yeah. Of course I do."

"Despite her mutation, you have accepted her. I know she can be a handful. Though she insists on embracing it, and mastering it, to become the greatest cleric in the world. You do know that despite the complications it causes her, it does also make her magic more potent." She looks back you and towards her daughter. "As long as she does not enjoy it too much."

"Mother, stop!" Amara shouts.

Yaera looks back to you again. "I suppose that collar will help though, yes?"

Suddenly, you feel her hand start moving up your thigh. It turns inward, and then it happens. Her hand wraps around Amara's hand, which is still around your cock. They hold it together. Though you feel Amara's hand try to move, her mother holds it in place. She squeezes, forcing her grip to tighten. Then with one hand, Yaera takes your chin, and turns your head around to face the other elf instead.

"Look at her," she whispers.

You do. Amara's face is flushed. She sits there, wet and naked, though still garbed in a small white choker with a pink heart in the center. Her hand beneath the water holds your cock tight. As your eyes move up and down, she scoots closer, so that her leg squishes up right against your own.

The grip loosens. Amara's hand moves down to the base of your manhood while Yaera holds the top. In unison, they stroke to the sides, and then grab the shaft together. They continue to massage you sensually, working together to bring you pleasure, all while Yaera insists you keep your attention on her daughter. She lifts up, and you feel her chest press up against the back of your shoulder. The warmth of her face lingers directly behind your ear.

"Please prove to me how much you care for my daughter," she whispers so quietly you can barely hear, even right beside your head. It forces out a shiver. "Start with a kiss. It is one of her favourite things."

Amara watches shyly. You raise up a hand to cup her soft cheek, and immediately, she raises her body up from the water to lean closer. Water trickles down between her bust. Though not all that large, they're still perky, and the droplets of water roll down her skin--off her stiff tips, and down her stomach. As she leans in, you guide her closer, and she presses her lips gently against your own. She brings up both of her hands and places them behind your head, and you thread your fingers through her long, golden hair, all while the kiss lingers for what feels like an eternity. In a good way, however. You don't want it to end. She smells and tastes so sweet, and your heart races.

Though in the meantime, Yaera still has her hand below. One grips your arm, but the other continues to gently stroke your cock from bottom to top.

Then, you slip your tongue past Amara's lips. She lets out a quiet moan, and instantly greets your tongue with her own. She opens her mouth, and the two of you begin passionately making out, all with her mother guiding you along. Her body presses up against yours, and now you truly are the meat in an elven sandwich. Your face burns hot and red, but so does Amara's. She pushes harder against you, and the kiss continues. Finally, she pulls away, though her lips linger right in front of yours. You can feel her frantic breathing against your chin.

Her mother pulls her hand back from beneath the water, and slides them both up your back. "I am truthfully envious," she whispers. "My heart is so happy to see such an amount of love. Though surely a kiss is not the end of it..."

Amara shakes her head. "I hope not."