Yes

Miri examined her room, exhaustion seeping into her bones at the sight of a real, honest-to-God, bed. Though the room was plain, consisting of a bed, window and windowsill, and a nightstand table, Miri found comfort in it nonetheless. She finally had a safe location from which she could start forming a plan.

Miri emptied the coin purse Dazar gave her onto the bed. Ninety-nine Platinum coins and one gold coin spilled out across the bed. She blinked in surprise.

“Aiano, how much is that?”

“It’s not a lot, but it should get us going. A couple new outfits and maybe a useful magical item.”

“Damn,” Miri quickly collected the coins and stuffed them back into the coin purse. Looking around, she opened the nightstand and crammed the coin purse into the back. She placed her makeup box in front of it, obscuring it from immediate view.

Opening the small closet, Miri hung up her old outfit on one of the various empty hangers. Exploring the room, she found a courtesy bible of Torag and a fruit basket. Shrugging, Miri **** herself back out the door, double checking she had both key to her room and the bathhouse.

This time, when Miri went downstairs, she wasn’t as discombobulated by the rowdy rabble-rousers, and snuck out the back entrance. It was dark, the multi-specied crowd mostly dispersed. In its place, cool air wafted from the ocean, bringing with it a salty, somewhat fishy, smell. Miri crossed the road, smiling coyly at a passing gentleman as he walked past, a woman in a dress tightly gripping his forearm. She leered at Miri, practically dragging her man away.

Shaking her head, the pretty brunette opened opened the door to the bathhouse and crossed the threshold. Pretty enough, there were two doors heading back, one depicting a man, the other a woman. Lining either side of the room was a rock garden, complete with trickling water. All said, the entryway eased Miri’s tension, priming her for a hot soak. A few short steps toward the door, she heard the soft, muffled voice of someone singing. Presumably female from the soprano, Miri paused at the door, suddenly leery of intruding on someone else private time.

“Go on in, Miriamelle. It’s a public bath. In Creator Culver’s time, the bathhouse was a communal ritual. Everyone participated. This still appears to be so.”

Comforted by Aiano’s logic, Miri opened the door, half expecting there to a giant pool of water. Instead, she found a series of benches, lockers, soaps, rags, loofah’s, and all other manner of hygiene tools. She breathed a sigh of relief, noting where precisely the towels were. Stripping out of her dress, Miri placed it along with her sneakers and socks in a locker. Opposite the door she came in, Miri spied an open entry way where the singing voice came from. It was louder now, she couldn’t make out any of the words, but the melody struck her as beautiful and sad. So, Miri opened a locker and set aside her belongings.

Nude, she strode toward the entryway, picking up all she would need for a deep body cleanse: hair wash, body wash, fresh razor, etc. along the way. The next chamber had two pools lined with painted stone depicting beautiful murals. One emitted steam while the other did not. Both of equal size, Miri estimated twenty of her closes friend and her could fit without bumping elbows. The ceiling was high and tapered, naturally wicking steam away from the hot pool. Unnatural yellow light, glaring to Miri’s jungle adapted sight, emanated from the bottom of the spire, casting the room in warm orange.

However, Miri’s attention honed on the muscular blonde woman washing her hair in the warm pool. The stranger’s back rippled with every supple motion of her hands in her hair. What Miri could make out of her ass under the water proved how toned she was; the girl couldn’t have been much older than Miri, but her bodacious booty stuck out like the elite athletes of Earth. Her skin reminded Miriamelle of white-gold, in that someone could describe it as either color and be right. Since the girl knelt in the water, Miri could make out her beautiful feet: long skinny soles with long toes, high arches, red-painted toenails. Miri could almost make out a ring on one of her toes. The blonde girl turned her head slightly, opening her throat for a better singing angle and Miri nearly gasped. She had long delicate ears that extended nearly past the back of her head. Clearly, this was a she-elf. Her voice was delicate and high. Though Miri didn’t know the lyrics, she felt it didn’t matter. Loss and heartache were easy enough to understand from tone alone.

Suddenly nervous, Miri nearly had second thoughts and backed away from the pool, feeling unworthy to disturb this bathing goddess. Indecision gripped her.

“You can stop staring at my butt. I’ve been told it’s quite the tour de ****,” the blonde elf tilted her face toward Miri. She possessed high cheekbones, violet eyes, and sharp angular features. Naturally soft red lips highlighted how kissable she appeared, though Miri didn’t doubt this woman fully controlled her own destiny. A sharp nose didn’t further anglicized her face. In short, though similar to a human’s face, it was too sharp, too alien. And Miri nearly swooned, an enormous wave of lust crashing through her body.

“Sorry. I uh- was admiring your voice. It’s very beautiful,” Miri confidently nodded. She knew meekness would get her nowhere.

“Thank you. That was a portion of the tale of Luthien and Beren,” her high lilting voice carried through the room. She bent down and ducked her head under the water, washing her long hair. Miri stared for a moment, secretly trying to catch a glimpse of her holes while her ass was raised. Alas, the elves musculature prevented Miri, though the hint of femininity elicited another heat wave.

Miri shook her head, setting down her things, and dipped a toe in the water. It was hotter than her usual fare, but not unbearable. Wetting her body with the warm water, Miri attempted to look away from the beautiful blonde elf ten feet away from her, but she couldn’t. She’d stare at the mosaic, but a single movement by the other girl distracted her right back. Rubbing a loofah across her chest, Miri poked her forearm with diamond-sharp nipples. Looking down, the busty brunette realized her breasts were pointing straight out. Shamefully, she slid down; there was only one reasonable answer as to why she was so aroused.

Doing her level best to ignore her fluttering heart and needy pussy, Miri washed her luscious body. Leaning back against the stone mosaic, she soaped up the loofah and began one foot at a time. Purposefully ignoring her hot core, Miri allowed a sigh of pleasure escape; the hot water did wonders to relax her sore muscles and the extra attention she gave herself felt amazing. Cracking her eyes, Miri thought she caught the hot blonde elf steal a look at her.

Miri sank below the water, allowing her hair to fully soak for the first time since she got to Midguard. The poor curly hair had been abused by rough lovers, high humidity, and a profound lack of care from Miri. She aimed to fix that as she slowly and surely worked the knots out with the bone-comb she lifted from Dazar. Distracted by a particularly rough patch, Miri grew self-conscious; she could feel a pair of eyeballs burn a hole in her chest. Quickly looking toward the other bather, Miri bit back a groan. The elf had leaned forward, soaping her muscular ass and just as Miri looked, the blonde spread her ass-cheeks. Unfortunately, Miri couldn’t have glanced fast enough without diving over, so she couldn’t see the other girl’s quim. Frustrated, Miri continued working her hair, getting close to being able to actually wash it. Squinting from the pain, she pulled the comb free from the last knot. When her eyes cleared, she saw the blonde elf suck on her finger and thought she might have winked. Miri smiled, confident that her lust was reciprocated.

The bodacious brunette sank underneath the water, washing off the last remnants of hair wash. Since the wink, the blonde elf and she played a game where they would look at each other. Not long enough to be caught staring, but that was the game. Surfacing, Miri nearly cried in relief, running her hands through her silky smooth hair. Still curly, her mane hung halfway down her perky titties, but it had regained its vibrancy. New light brown highlights from her exposure to the sun had lightened her once dark hair, giving her a few nearly blonde locks to toy with. She imagined the color would highlight her youthful features. Pondering her next step, Miri realized the only thing left was to clean her crotch; usually her first task, but with the hot blonde elf still washing, Miri didn’t feel comfortable doing so for a couple reasons. First, she had never done anything even vaguely sexual with another girl, yet she was incredibly attracted to the blonde. Two, her diamond-hard nipples and hot box implied she would have a very difficult time keeping her ministrations chaste. Third, part of her cleaning routine was servicing her butt-plug, however, Miri hadn’t done so since that big-dicked man left a creampie in her ass. She knew from experience with Anders, that cleanup could be messy, and that mess always aroused her. Determined to out wait the blonde, Miri closed her eyes and pretended to meditate. Soon enough, the blonde girl made her move.

Turning towards her, Miri almost missed the words the elf uttered as she stared at her tits. There wasn’t much, barely more endowed than a boy, the elf’s stomach rippled with delicate muscle. Miri estimated had single digit body-fat as the woman’s every movement brought some muscle or another to prominent display. Her nipples, soft at present, approximately the same size as the pad on one of Miri’s fingers, capped small areola. However, despite her small tits, the elf screamed female; she was petite. Maybe a head shorter than Miri, her body naturally directed the eye to her vulva. She was hairless from the head down, the top of her vulva lips peeking out between slightly spread legs. Teeth, her incisors longer and sharper than any human’s accentuated her wry smile as she raised an eyebrow in question.

“Wh-what?” Miri stuttered, fearful she had missed something crucial.

“I said, I haven’t seen you here. Are you a traveler?” Now, the blonde elf stared at Miri, focusing on her erotic zones.

“It’s my first night in Greenwater. I come from a weird region. You wouldn’t have heard of it,” Miri waved nonchalantly.

“hmm. Well, I greet and welcome you to Greenwater, girl from weird-region,” The elf’s eyes danced with mischief.

“Thank you. My name is Miriamelle de la Cruz, it’s nice to meet you,” Miri stepped, proffering her hand.

The elf took it without question and shook Miri’s hand. Sparks flew between them. Miri gasped at the unexpected feeling. The sensation went straight to her constantly horny pussy and she shivered. The elf smiled and leaned in. She whispered, close as a lover, “‘Tis marvelous indeed to meet you. My name is Alvinia Linvalle. Do you feel that sensation?”

“Y-yes, Alvinia.”

“Good. It appears we share chemistry,” the elf smiled, flashing her long incisors. Still close, the elf grabbed Miri’s shoulders. Sending chills down Miri’s spine, Alvinia breathed on the curve of Miri’s neck on her way to Miri’s ear as she continued in a whisper, “Tell me mortal, would you like to experience what it means to fuck an immortal?”

“Wh’wat?” Miri’s head spun, the seductive elf hugging her shorting her brain as blood pounded into her already hot pussy.

Careful not to touch an erogenous zone of Miri’s, Alvinia the elf traced the curve of Miri’s spine. “We are compatible. My people, the high elves of Tinukedaya, beseached the Goddess Ellistraee to make us more fertile in the time before men came. Every few generations, one of us is born with the ability to sense people’s sexual compatibility… I have that supernatural ability. I can tell that we would both benefit greatly from coitus. So, I ask you again, Miriamelle of the house Cruz, would you like me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” Miri gave in, finally doing something with her hands as she hugged the elven maid back. “But, shouldn’t we got to know one another? I’ve never been with another woman.”

Sniffing Miri’s cheek, Alvinia smiled, “Good. That’s how I like my women.”

Their noses touched, hard nipples crashing against each other and Alvinia whispered, “Last time to back out, Miriamelle.”

Tilting her head up, Miri huskily breathed out, “Fuck me, you hot blonde elf.” She kissed the elf. Cherry red lips reciprocated and they sucked against each other. Determined to take some control of the situation, Miri used her greater height and leaned into Alvinia. The elf responded by grabbing Miri’s head and sucking her lower lip. Undeterred, Miri detached her lower lip and nuzzled the elf’s ticklish ear. Nipping her thin earlobe, Miri baited the elf. When Alvinia gasped, Miri twisted, kissing the elf full on the lips. This time, she sucked the breath out of Alvinia’s lungs. Then she pushed her tongue in, gaining control as she slowly fed oxygen back to the pretty blonde.

“Where’d you learn that trick?” Alvinia asked, voice husky with lust. She didn’t bother waiting for an answer. Instead, she utilized her lower position and kissed Miri’s throat, earning a sigh.

Miri clutched Alvinia to her, massaging her back. She sighed out, “Guess I’m just a natural. I really like my nipples played with.”

“Lucky bitch,” Alvinia said when she took a breath. “Good to know, I enjoy labia play.”

“O-ok. When we get there, could you guide me? I’ve never played with a girl before,” Miri groaned as a hand groped her bodacious ass.

“Sure thing, hon. Also, if you penetrate me, don’t go too far; I’ve still got my hymen,” the elf uttered; Miri returned the favor, massaging the elf’s muscular ass-cheek.

“Thought you said you’ve fucked other girls?” Miri wondered, kissing the elf’s ear.

Alvinia moaned, detaching herself from Miri’s neck, “Oh, gods. Ears are really sensitive. Don’t need to penetrate a girl to get her off.” She moved down, licking Miri’s clavicle. The brunette shuttered from the erotic feeling.

“Oh. Can I play with your little asshole?” Miri asked, between teasing kisses to the elf’s earlobe. Her hands had both migrated to the elf’s ass and busied themselves squeezing, rotating, bouncing, and playing with her toned cheeks.

“Sure. Why not?” The elf trembled, Miri’s fingers digging into the crack of her ass, spreading her cheeks underwater. “Just be gentle, it’s been a very long time back there.”

“You got it, now kiss me,” Miri demanded, pulling the elf into another scorching french-kiss. The two made out for a spell, hands meandering: perky brown nipples were pinched, their accompanying breasts fondled and squeezed, eraser-sharp pink nipples teased, pussies teased. One of them started swaying gently, rubbing her knee into the mound of her partner to great approval. The other reciprocated, taking control of the kiss. Soon, Miri felt the mosaic stone against her back and she slid down, coming to rest at Alvinia’s Mons Pubis.

The curly brunette looked up, mischief written plain as daylight across her face and she licked the elf’s shaven Mons Pubis. Gently holding the human still, Alvinia over Miri. Moisture, both from the bathwater and arousal leaked onto Miri’s face as she stared at the elf’s little pink pussy. Her vulva, flushed with heat, looked much like Miri’s own, except smaller. Opening her mouth, Miri stuck her tongue out and Alvinia descended.

Unlike Miri’s own taste, Alvinia reminded her of the Lover’s Kiss plant. Swirling her tongue around the elf’s lower lips, Miri detected a hint of what might cinnamon, or ginger, or some exotic spice that she quickly identified as purely Alvinia. A quiet lover, Alvinia only sighed when Miri made a particularly good motion with her tongue or nose. Her hands gripped Miri’s hair, and she humped Miri’s face.

“Suck my clit, baby girl,” the elf quietly, but firmly, demanded. Trembling with the effort of staying stationary, Alvinia waited as Miri fingered her cunt: spreading her lips and gently fingering her until she found the blonde girl’s clitoris. “Yea, baby. Now suck. Not that hard…Yea, a little more. Good. Stay there, I’ll do the rest.”

Locking eyes with the elf’s violet ones, Miri could tell her lover was approaching the cliff. Her body trembled more than previously, and she humped Miri erratically. Through half-lidded eyes, the elf stared down at the wide-eyed slut sucking her clit and came. Miri, half expecting a torrent of fluid to jettison across her body froze. However, none came. Just creamy discharge, that tasted like a strawberry and lover’s kiss smoothie.

“Good Girl, Miriamelle,” the elf panted, splaying out beside the woman. “Not bad at all for your first time.”

“I had good instruction,” Miri teased, laying down beside her lover.

“Oh, you're about to," the elf leaned over-top of Miri and leaned down to kiss the brunette beauty.

The elf balanced on one hand while her other massaged Miri’s bodacious bosom. Miri squirmed, moaning from Alvinia’s skillful ministrations; even though Miri knew the elf had only one hand available to her, it seemed to be everywhere. Simultaneously, a hand teased her taut abdomen, pulled her left or right nipple, gently squeezed a silky soft boob, cupped her jaw, or lightly brushed Miri’s inner thigh. Alvinia made good use of the soft sounds Miri made, using them to guide her wandering hand. A slightly higher pitch, unnoticed by some lovers, called attention to her inner thigh here, an **** hitch in the breath in response to a nipple tweak there, and Alvinia began to learn her newest lover’s body.

Slowly. Oh so patiently, Alvinia shifted down her Miri’s neck and chest. Pausing at Miri’s clavicle, Alvinia licked along the long bone, relishing in the little trembles that shook the busty brunette. Twinkling blue eyes met luscious brown; Alvinia ran her hands up Miri’s side, lightly brushing caramel skin until the elf reached Miri’s bodacious bosom. Suddenly, a finger pushed on Miri’s left areola, indenting the rock-hard perky nipple. The brunette gasped, hands clutching the back of Alvinia’s head. Just as sudden, Alvinia took her hand away. Confusion ruled Miri’s face as the two girls stared in each other’s eyes.

Alvinia continued her downward march, keeping eyes locked. Teasing the tops of Miriamelle’s impressive tits with her tongue, the elf – balancing on her knees, gently cupped the swell of each breast. Enjoying Miri’s increased heart rate, Alvinia applied a little pressure on the ribs below Miri’s bosom to stabilize her own trembling abdomen, so she could swing a leg over the brunette and straddle her. Miri felt arousal, hot and tantalizing, drip down onto her Mons Pubis from the pretty blonde’s steamy core. Continuing her task, Alvinia traced a spiderweb in reverse with dancing fingers on Miri’s twin peaks. The brunette, responding to the pleasure, squirmed, unintentionally widening the blonde’s stance. She froze, feeling the elf’s hot cunt rub on her Mons.

“Don’t stop, let your body guide me, Miriamelle de la Cruz,” Alvinia encouraged, gently squeezing Miri’s breast.

“Oooh-kaaay,” Miri responded. She couldn’t stop if she tried; the skillful lesbian elf began earnestly massaging the brunette’s breasts. Where before, the intention was to tease, now the time had come to please. Alvinia’s twitched her hips, lightly grinding her clit into Miri’s landing strip.

Finally, breaking eye contact, the blonde elf leaned down and kissed Miriamelle’s turgid nipples. Starting slow, she switched between the heaving breasts, covering them with spit and hands. Miri moaned and squirmed; her heart raced, eyes beginning to glaze. The human woman’s face began to open in an identifiable O.

Noting all these signs, Alvinia sucked on the brunette’s left nipple. She pinched and twisted the other one. Miri’s breath grew shallow, but her grip increased. Instinctually, Alvinia nipped Miri’s diamond-hard nipple and pulled. Miri softly cried, “oh my god. Alvinia, I’m cumming.”

Alvinia responded nonverbally, shaking her head as if saying no, yanking the teardrop shaped titty left and right. Miriamelle trembled, grinding her butt into the ground as her body sought more stimulation. Her face froze, mouth gaping open in an O; half-lidded eyes memorizing the image of Alvinia using her large boob.

When she came down, Alvinia smiled, gently rubbing Miri’s sternum, “First time cumming from your nipples?”

Miri only nodded, pulling the blonde in for a thankful kiss.

“You were a good girl, Miriamelle,” the elf continued, breaking the kiss.

For a time, they laid there, cuddling; both enjoying their post-orgasm highs. Miriamelle, the naturally larger body, held Alvinia in the spoon, memorizing the elf’s unique scent.

Eventually, Miri nearly fell asleep, eye’s drooping in exhaustion. Closing them, she thought of where they were and didn’t want to be here when women showed up in the morning. So, she roused herself and gently murmured in Alvinia’s long delicate ear, “Alvinia, I’ve a room at the inn across the street. Do you want to join my bed tonight?”

Close enough to feel the elf’s measured athletic heartbeat, Miri felt the other girl stiffen. Heartbeats passed until Alvinia responded. She leaned up, gently kissing Miriamelle on the lip. “Not yet. I have been entrusted with an important task that must be done after the stroke of midnight.”

“Oh,” Miriamelle shrunk. Though she had known the elf for only the briefest time, Miriamelle felt an emotional connection to her. It hurt to be so casually thrown aside. The gentleness in which they cuddled, soft but passionate kisses promising more, and the obvious sexual tension all implied more than a one-night stand. Preparing herself for the inevitable, Miri began creating barriers.

Those barriers' fell apart like so much flotsam when the elf continued, speaking earnestly, “However, if you give me your room number and leave open your bedroom window, I shall be with you when you awaken, dear Miriamelle.”

Miri blinked back premature tears, gracelessly admitting, “room 313 at the Laughing Cat. Window’s on the West side, overlooking the ocean.”

They kissed, the moment of intimacy passing as quickly as it came. Like a wildfire, it started with a spark, and ended with a simmer. Standing, Miri noted for the first time, the slender elf could lean up and kiss her without Miri herself stooping. As the blonde gathered her things and walked toward the dressing room, the brunette slipped back into the pool. Feeling exhaustion, Miri efficiently finished bathing herself and headed back to the dressing room herself.

Desperately fighting sleep, Miri dressed herself and headed back to her room at the Laughing Cat inn, waving a greeting to Tina, who once more manned the bar.

A/N: Thank you all for reading up to this point, my intrepid readers. This is the end of Chapter 1. I won't start writing Chapter 2 until midday on the 19th, after the poll closes. However, Miri's story won't be idle. Consider the next chapters a bridge between the Chapters. Consider them slice of life pieces as Miri adjusts to Greenwater.

I have introduced most of the primary characters up to this point: Miri, Anders (or the idea of him), Aiano, Dazar, Tad, Berus, and now Alvinia. Be on the lookout for a cleric in the next few slice-of-life chapters, as she will round out the primary cast.

After the current poll, I am going to post a few more. The first will be an open poll regarding what you most want to see happen to Miri. As of the time of this posting, Prostitution and Gangbang are clear leaders, so expect to see a heavy emphasis on those themes. The second poll will be a character one: which characters do you want to see Miri interact with most: Dazar, Tad, Berus, Alvinia, Cleric, etc. The last poll will ask about combat/dungeon crawling: how much of it do you want, if any.

As always, if there is something in particular you want to read about, DM or leave a comment. I can't immediately promise that I'll incorporate it on the next chapter, but I'm not opposed to trying to work just about anything. My hard limits are ****/**** ****/ emotional(mental) trauma.