Encountering Alvinia Linvalla

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 the 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 multispecies 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 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 entryway 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 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 elf maidens 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 humans 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. Alvinia smelled of lilac and cinnamon. An odd combination, but one that matched the woman in front of Miri. The blonde elf sent chills down Miri's spine by breathing gently on the curve of her neck before whispering, “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 get to know one another? I’ve never been with another woman.”

Sniffing Miri’s cheek, Alvinia smiled, “We can find time when neither of us is eye-fucking each other. It's a special kink of mine to pop that cherry."

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