Have a drink!

The clear liquid glistens like a pool of crystal, luring you closer to Yaera's beckoning cleavage both by the subtle indistinguishable yet pleasant scent of a liquor aged to perfection, and the plump and smooth skin of the mature woman's perky breasts squeezed together to form a cup more worthy of a king than any chalice or goblet. When your lips near, her chest begins to heave up and down by the racing of her heart, and you can hear a quiet moan escape her pillowy lips. The touch of your breath as well as the anticipation of the moment is enough for her excitement to grow.

You wrap your hands around her bountiful bust--placing your hands over hers--and you don't spare another moment before sipping down the delicious elven wine.

"... tickles..." she whispers between unintelligible words spoken under heated breaths. "Good boy," you hear clearly.

The drink has trickled down between them, marinading the woman's upper body with a trail you can follow, nudging down the soft woollen towel down, opening the curtains to her areolas before slipping free a pair of rosy, erect nipples. The moment the flat of your tongue glides over one, she lets out a satisfying moan. Your mouth wraps around, and though it's impossible to take her breasts in full into your mouth, that doesn't stop you from devouring her steamy, mist-coated body. Then after you indulge those cravings, you kiss down to her stomach, her hands fall loose, and without any resistance, she allows the towel to fall to the ground beside the stool.

Amara's tender hand touches your upper back. When you look, she smiles and motions to the bottle still in her hand. After you move from her way, Yaera squeezes her thighs together, and the two golden-haired elves look to you with a paired expression of overwhelming affection that drives you wild.

She tilts the bottle over, and fills another cup for you to drink, this time between the woman's legs.

Just when you didn't think there could be a more impressive vessel for a drink than Yaera's tits, the woman now sits waiting for you to sip from her pussy. Amara then stands in view, and she watches with interest as she holds the bottle against the towel still covering her chest.

You slide your hands up Yaera's legs. As your lips touch her inner thighs, you can tell she's trying hard not to squirm, as the drink would spill. Then once again you sip from the well of the gods. Though the beverage hasn't changed, the taste seems to continuously improve. It's far better than if you were simply having it from a glass. Especially now, there's an extra hint of something special, which you move straight to the moment you've lapped up the remainder.

The tongue is enough to break Yaera's defenses enough to where resistance is out the window. She squirms wildly, though it isn't bashfulness that flusters her. She's too confident--warm and kind, yet still a voice of authority. She grabs the back of your head. It doesn't hurt, but she keeps you in place, as if to say, "Very good. That is exactly where you should be," without any actual words exchanged.

You fully indulge in the soft skin of her legs against your hands as you caress them up and down, as well as the tenderness and taste of an elven pussy. After kissing and licking and driving her mad, your tongue slips inside, and you seek out and strike at her most sensitive spot as if you've known her body for years. She pants and heaves, moaning and whimpering in a way where even she didn't expect such pleasure, or perhaps she's been wanting for ages, and at last she's been granted the satisfaction she's long desired.

"Oohhh, Kyle," she whispers. "I will never mind... being reminded of why... my daughter has chosen you..."

Speaking of which, you feel two hands on your back. Then, something very soft. Her naked body pushes against your body from behind, and slowly, her delicate, loving hands caress around to the front of your body in a warm embrace. Her fingertips make you shiver as they dance up to the back of your neck, and then run through your hair. Meanwhile, Yaera's hand remains on your head, and her squirming thighs squeeze around your cheeks as she desperately holds you in place, not wanting the sensation to end.

"My mother has never felt this way about any man in all the years of my life," Amara speaks quietly right into your ear. It's so quiet that you can only discern her words by the wet mouth sounds of her lips and tongue. "You are special, even beyond your own understanding."

Meanwhile, over her words, Yaera moans louder and speaks aloud. "Ooh, please do not stop, Kyle. Do not! Do not s-stop, I--Oohhh, good! Good! Just like that... Daughter, please treat this boy. He deserves your... loving touch!"

"I already am, mother," Amara says with a smile. Though now her hands slip downward, over your tones upper body. Your dick twitches as she moves below your stomach. Then at last, she wraps both of her hands around it.

Her right hand curls around your shaft and begins to tenderly massage your bulging erection. The other, after doing the same for a moment, maneuvers downward and instead fondles your balls below it. The twin sensations are incredible.

The moment you feel Yaera's fingers tense up against the back of your skull is when you know she's about to finish. You push forward, striking out with your tongue as you wrap your mouth around her quivering lips and devour her with an overwhelming assault on her senses. The woman cries aloud a sound of ecstasy, and then you both hear and feel her body convulse into an outstanding orgasm, all while Amara tends to your lower body in a way that encourages you to continue, even past Yaera's climax.

"Oh my goodness! Ooohhhhh~!" screams the woman on the stool. Her hand on the back of your head finally releases, less because she's done, and more because the strength has been drained from her.

You lick her further, enjoying both her reaction as well as the experience itself. Then slowly, you kiss down her inner thighs, and then caress her alluring body up to her chest, and the second your head reaches her height, she grabs you again and kisses you hard on the mouth.

Before you can even react, Amara is already beside you, and her lips are locked next with yours. In fact, Yaera is holding her in place, as if you take two dolls and make them kiss for her own entertainment. She smiles wide, and even moreso when Amara starts using tongue. You grab the elven girl by her lower back--both of you now standing straight--though you can tell immediately that the sensation of your cock against her naked body is driving her wild. She's wearing nothing at all except for the magic choker that keeps her body from reaching an orgasm.

Amara moans louder and louder the longer the kiss proceeds until she's aggressively pushing herself into you. Her hips fidget as if trying to resist bucking--embarrassing, to be humping the air, though she almost does. You grab her ass and stick your tongue deep into her mouth. Her face turns vibrant red, and the second she's given the opportunity to finally speak again, she shouts in your face, "Please! I cannot take it anymore!"

Yaera, still smiling, leans a hand against her cheek. "You best get her key, Kyle. I will be unhappy if you leave my daughter unsatisfied for much longer."

"Oh I am not unsatisfied," Amara says a bit louder than was meant. She giggles. Then, she tugs on the choker and swallows hard. "But if I am kissed like that again without his cock inside me, I will cry."

"Very understandable. Then he should hurry up."

You were already on your way over when they started speaking. As they finish, you march back towards the pool with a key in your opened palm. "I thought elves were patient."