Welcome to Epic Quest, Elaria

Suddenly everything went dark, and that sense of weightlessness returned. Time had run out. "Oh Great! I'm going to be Elaria on this quest."

As the darkness faded, I found myself standing in the middle of a lush forest, the sunlight filtering through the canopy above. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth. I looked down at my hands, and they were no longer mine—they were Elaria's, slender yet strong, with calluses from years of archery and climbing. Her body felt different, too, a perfect balance of grace and power. I could sense her confidence, her awareness of her allure, and the way she carried herself with a quiet seduction. The world around me was vibrant, alive, and I knew I was fully immersed in this new reality.

"Well, it's going to be awkward when I meet up with the guys," I thought, adjusting the quiver on my back. The weight of the bow in my hand felt familiar, yet foreign, as if it had always been mine. I took a deep breath, the scent of pine and earth filling my lungs, and began to move through the forest with a grace I didn't know I possessed. The sunlight danced through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, and I felt a strange connection to the land, as though I could sense every hidden creature, every subtle change in the environment.

As I approached the edge of the village, the thatched roofs of the cottages came into view, and the sign of the Black Swan Inn creaked in the gentle breeze. The tavern was bustling with activity, the sound of laughter and clinking mugs spilling out into the evening air. I pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the warm glow of the fire pit enveloped me. Heads turned as I stepped inside, my silver hair catching the light, and my emerald eyes scanning the room. The guys were already there, seated at a corner table, their faces lighting up with surprise as they took in my appearance.

As I slid into the booth, the weight of their gazes was palpable, though they tried to mask it with casual smiles. Tomas poured a mug of ale with exaggerated nonchalance, his eyes flicking to mine before quickly darting away. Ben shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat, while James leaned back, his smirk hinting at unspoken thoughts. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and I could feel the subtle shift in their demeanor, their jokes laced with double entendres. I played along, my voice soft and melodic, my laughter light, as I reached for the ale, my movements deliberate, designed to draw their eyes.

As the night wore on, the warmth of the ale spread through me, and my inhibitions began to fade. The tavern's lively chatter blurred into a distant hum, and all that remained was the close circle of my companions, their eyes gleaming with a mix of camaraderie and something more. Ben's hand rested casually on my thigh, his touch sending shivers up my spine. I could feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of my leggings, and as his fingers inched higher, I found myself leaning into the sensation, my breath catching softly. The room seemed to tilt slightly, and I laughed, the sound light and melodic, drawing their attention. Tomas and James exchanged a glance, their smirks widening as they leaned in closer, their voices dropping to flirtatious murmurs. I felt a surge of power in my vulnerability, my allure wrapping around them like a silent spell. The air was thick with tension, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be—caught in the web of their desire, and my own.

I inhaled sharply as Ben slid his hand under the waistline of my leggings and found my sensitive clit. As Ben's fingers danced across my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body, I felt a shiver run down my spine. At the same time James began kissing my neck and foundling my breasts. James's lips traced the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin, while his hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples. Tomas watched, his eyes gleaming with arousal, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back in his chair. The tavern around us faded into a blur, leaving only the three of them and the intoxicating mix of desire and power in the air.