Bathe with the elves.

The bathing part is definitely going to be delayed.

As you watch Nyllia step towards you and the others, and your eyes trail down her perfect figure, barely clothed in a pink robe, you comment, "When you first came in, I assumed that maybe this was some kind of devious plan on your end."

"How cruel," she replies. "I am a righteous paladin, Kyle Warren. I would never do such a thing."

When you turn to Amara, she blushes hard. Then you take hold of the back of her head--hair so soft against your hand--and kiss her hard on the mouth. She melts in your embrace. The two of you devour one another, once again grabbing at each other's bodies until she takes a firm hold of your cock. She strokes it very slowly, as her intention isn't to claim all of you for herself--apparent by the invitations she gave.

After your lips release, she whispers, "But would you allow me to be the one to finish you first?"

"Asking for a lot," Yaera whispers near your ear. "For him to hold out that long~."

"To whisper in a room only of elves is quite humorous," Nyllia says, now standing beside you. The moment you turn, the housecoat drops to the floor. She stands before you, completely uncaring that she's baring her entire naked body for you to see, which is even better from below where you sit. She then turns back to Meladarai who has yet to move. "You are coming over too, yes? My understanding is that your new body is fully functional."

Seeing that she's not quite as bold as the others, you stand at last. You aren't one to pass by a beautiful woman without granting her your attention, so you take hold of Nyllia's lower back, and you not only kiss her but dip her down in a sweeping romantic gesture. As you pull your lips away, you run a hand along her cheek, and then continue past towards the banshee.

Mela stares intently. Her eyes dip down a few times, unable to ignore the elephant('s trunk) in the room.

You smile. "Mela," you say softly. "Would you join us?" As you ask, you offer a hand out for her to take.

She doesn't take it.

Instead, she brings her hands down and they slip beneath her dress. After a moment, she slips a pair of white panties down all the way past her feet. After that, she wraps them around her hands, reaches upwards and back, pulls her hair, and then binds it into a ponytail using her panties and as a scrunchy.

You watch in awe. That isn't what you expected at all. "Holy shit," you mutter. "That was hot."

Then she becomes flustered. Cyan magic besides to glow in her cheeks. "I r-read that in a book once," she says, fiddling with her glasses. "Did it work?"

"If I wasn't already hard, I would be now."

She then throws herself into your arms. You catch her, and the two of you kiss.

"I am very interested to see how a man handles four elven women," she admits. "I will have to take note of this. You already surpass my usual understandings of male biology. Oh! I hope you already know that an elf's ears are especially sensitive. They are even more of an erogenous zone than any human's, so make sure you nipple, lick, and suck, especially near the tips."

"Does that apply to you too?"

She looks away bashfully. "Kyle... I am an elf as well, so of course--Mmm~!"

You hush her by the touch of your hand along the lobe of her ear, which you stroke tenderly to the tip. "Then let's get you out of that dress. You can't bathe with your clothes on."

"Y-You are totally correct, yes."

You slide her glasses from her face. They actually serve no purpose. Her eyes were of course not designed to be weak, but since her real self once wore them, it makes her more comfortable. You hold them back, and Nyllia is right there to take them.

It takes little effort to slip the dress over her body. Beneath is a white brassiere over a chest no larger than Amara's. They have similar physiques, though Mela is a bit shorter, and of course, she walks in the body of a artificially made doll. The way she looks at you, however, is in every way real. Clearly she experiences everything the same, just like Alice. The spirit of a banshee may be piloting it, but you can hardly tell the difference between her body and one naturally made of flesh.

You squeeze her up against you and kiss her hard, though after you do, you feel her hand scrambling downwards to seek out your cock. She wraps her hand around it, and then she guides the tip to her pussy. It drips with a simulated lubricant, and she stares deep into your eyes with a not-so-subtle bite of her lip, as if to silently say, "Push it in. Please."

So you do. You thrust your dick into her body, and after a few slow but mighty strokes, you grab her ass and lift her right off the ground. She instinctually wraps her legs around to lock above your backside. Then as you continue to bounce her up and down over your cock, you also carry her to the others.

For the next while, time is like a dream.

You fuck Mela flat on her back against the floor right beside the edge of the pool for a time. The next think you know, however, you're the one on the ground. While Mela pants and recovers from an orgasm, Nyllia rides you like an emu. Amara and her mother Yaera watch with excitement, and as much as Mela would probably like to take notes, she's a little distracted by her elated afterglow.

Amara's pussy, doggystyle over one of the benches. Then against the wall. Mela bent over Nyllia's body, servicing her needs with overwhelming teamwork. Nyllia alone, standing, then in a tumble towards the water, before Yaera and Amara both join in on the fun. Every pair of lips meets another, and everyone's bodies are thoroughly explored, though you notice a lot of the women's attention focusing on you. This was Amara's devious plan, and she wants you to know it. She never leaves your side, and she weaves the momentum back to your body if ever it deviates. She wants you to experience true nirvana tonight.

Then as she requested, you let her be the first one to unleash all you've pent up.

In the most naughty act of a daughter's defiance, she has you stand while she knees at your cock, but points it specifically at the others. First, it's aimed at Nyllia like a firearm. Realizing what's happening, Nyllia gestures Mela into her embrace with a following kiss. Then Yaera comes in from the side.

In a pleading tone, perhaps on purpose, Amara asks you, "It is going to be a lot, right? Please?"

You shiver. "Definitely."

Her tongue touches your balls. She indulges in the taste of your genitals, licking the shaft up to the tip as her hand slowly replaces her mouth. She fondles and caresses and begins to stroke at an increasing pace. As she does, the group of girls comes in closer, ready to receive.

Yaera does it first. She opens her mouth up and sticks out her tongue in such an erotic display that you're shocked by the memory of her usual angelic grace. Drool runs from her lips, and she leans forward slightly to pronounce her tits. She's waiting for the load to be delivered.

Next is Nyllia. She smirks, and then mirrors the woman beside her be opening wide her own mouth. Mela does the same, pushed right up against the other.

"Are you going to...?" Amara asks, almost impatiently.

"God yes," you mutter out, barely holding it together. Your balls throb--overflowing--and your toes curl up while your body tenses, ready to burst. "Y-Yes!"

Right before you do, Amara wraps her mouth around the side of it. She makes sure not to block the barrel of the gun, but she strokes and licks as the weapon goes off with massive, heavy throbs, which sends out an explosion of cum that begins to cover the others like a cranked up fire hose. Amara aims it back and forth as she milks you further, making sure the other girls are thoroughly covered with everything you have. It runs down their mouths and their chests. Yaera, after a moment, licks her lips, runs a finger down her massive tits to collect more, and then eat it like she just finished a frosted donuts. Then right at the end, Amara swerves in to suck it properly, draining any remaining drops you might have. She pulls out, allowing the remainder to run down her chin.

You cast your gaze over the outstanding view you've been gifted.

Winded, you're forced to take a knee and recover. Your body still trembles. However, with that image now sealed forever in your mind, you know it won't be hard to once again... well, get hard.

"... Now we certainly do need a bath," comments Nyllia.

Yaera laughs deeply. "Indeed. I think it is time we actually step foot into the bath. What do you think, Kyle? Would you like to bathe with four beautiful elven women?"

You look back to her with a confident smirk. "I can help wash your body, but just so you know, I'm very thorough."