Spilling Beans

Miri made an executive decision and spilled the beans to Alvinia, telling her the whole story. When she came to part about Anders’ beating, she broke down. The elf comforted Miri while she cried and when the brunette could, she finished her tale.

A pregnant silence filled the room until Alvinia broke it. Voice full of empathy, the elf said, “I’m so sorry you have to go through this. For what it is worth, count me in to help you get home.”

“Thank you. Hey, how’d you know I only had one dress?” Miri suddenly asked.

Looking away from Miri, the elf screwed a foot into the ground and chagrined, “I wanted to know more about you, so I snooped.”

Miri’s eye widened, and she looked toward her makeshift safe.

“Oh, do not worry, I did not steal anything.”

“I’m not sure if I feel comfortable with that,” Miri crossed her arms. Her breasts, lovely and large on her frame already, were framed fantastically by the motion.

“I’m sorry. Can I make it up, somehow?” The elf asked.

“I don’t know. Just give me time?” Miri finally responded.

“OK. Say, I can’t help you much, but I could take you shopping today,” both girls brightened at the prospect. Miri nodded in affirmation.

“That would be awesome. I like the dress I have, but it’s not… sexy… enough. And it’s hot,” Miri said, pushing Alvinia’s transgression to the back of her mind. “Can you also show me where a temple is? I’m not religious, but I don’t know. I can’t ask Anders’ forgiveness, maybe a priest could help?”

“Of course.” Alvinia agreed.

“Before we leave, I need to do my exercises. Dazar wanted me to do them every day and night, and I kinda forgot last night,” Miri bit her lower lip, silently apologizing for her responsibility.

"Oh. Let’s do them together!” Alvinia beamed, excited at the prospect of working out.

Miri explained how Dazar wanted her to do it nude, in order to familiarize herself with nudity.

“That’s a great idea. I’ve missed doing things Au natural,” the lovely blonde elf pumped her fist in celebration.

Both girls stood and Miri walked them through the exercises. Where Miri did certain movements with a level of grace befitting her youth and athletic ability, Alvinia made those same motions look clumsy and childish. When they balanced on one foot each, Alvinia stretched, putting her foot behind her head. Miri stared at the elf in amazement, and Alvinia licked a finger before running it along her flowery folds.

After, Alvinia showed Miri better stretches, reminding Miri of a Pilates class she trialed when she first moved to Portland. By the time Miri finished with Alvinia’s workout, she was covered in sweat. Seemingly unaffected by the tough exercise, Alvinia looked as composed as before. They cleaned each other up using a cleaning stone Alvinia pulled from a small brown pouch.

The girls got dressed and prepared to leave. The elf clipped her blond hair to the side of her hair using a silvery raven-in-flight hair-clip, after tying her hair into a tight ponytail. She dressed herself in tight-fitting leather. Knives, rope, and other sorts of tools were strapped to her leather belt and dual holsters attached to her shoulders. Once she threw on her cloak, Miri had a tough time ascertaining where Alvinia stood, even though they talked the entire time. In turn, Miri asked Alvinia to spit on her butt-plug before she reinserted it with a horny look at Alvinia’s tight body. Miri slipped on the dress and put on her old socks and shoes. Opening her makeup box, Miri proceeded to paint her face.

“Do you ever put on makeup?” Miri asked as she applied blush.

“No. There’s no need; the only elves I’ve ever seen with painted faces were whores. And while I enjoy an occasional romp…” Miri fixed her with a raised eyebrow. “...more than an occasional romp, I don’t feel the need to advertise to men.”

“Oh. So you’re a lesbian?”

“I’ve never heard that term… if you’re asking if I enjoy the company of women, then yes,” Alvinia stretched, grabbing hold of her ankles and leaning forward.

“Yea, on Earth, you’re kind of people are called lesbians,” Miri elucidated.

“Ok. What about you?”

“I used to think I was straight… But you convinced me otherwise. So… I guess I’m bisexual, or Bi for short,” Miri painted her eyes a smoky color, emphasizing her natural mysteriousness.

“Huh. So what’s your goal in putting on makeup?” The elf girl asked, squatting while Miri finished.

“I think I probably ought to find some more people to fuck. You’re lovely, but I’ve noticed a trend where the nastier I am, the more fulfilling it is for Aiano.”

“That’s pretty fucked Aiano,” Alvinia shook a finger at the bracelet.

Apologies, but I am how my creator made me. Lashing out does not change that fact.

“Well, how much energy or whatever did you get from last night and this morning?” Alvinia demanded to know. Miri laughed in response.

“I usually ask him that in that same tone of voice!”

I have found that what you did was somewhat filling.

“Erg. Not that I haven’t dreamed of having a sexbot for a booty call, I just expected her to be, well, mine.” Alvinia admitted, shrugging her shoulders. “Not that I have any qualms sharing. Alas, I only get half my fantasy fulfilled.”

Miri laughed and asked, “What’s the other half?”

“If you must know, I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl in public and make everyone jealous because the girl’s mine and mine alone,” Alvinia giggled and kissed Miri, who stood there desperately trying to avoid fingering herself to the mental image.

Alvinia asked Miri to wait for her outside the inn, she didn’t want to raise any unnecessary questions from the waitstaff.

Miri agreed and opened the door to head out after grabbing her coin purse.