A Summer of Elven Exchange

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"Yes, Atticus, you're going to be spending the entire summer there. If you want to graduate on time, that is."

Your headmaster's words still ring clear in your ears as you sit on the deck of the ship taking you to the shores of the elven kingdom. Truth be told, you're a little bitter about all this. You were supposed to be spending your summer working with your father's artificing business to advance your thesis on runecraft. Now, thanks to the fact that you're in a less focused degree program, you have to spend your summer in the elven kingdom studying under some sorcerer in order to fulfill your 'cultural exchange' requirement.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the ship arriving at port, which is your cue to grab your bags and get ready to disembark. Hitting the streets, the village of Springvale is actually a lot nicer than you thought. The streets are packed with elves, all bustling around between various locations, as well as prepping the streets with a dizzying array of colorful and exotic flower arrangements.

Pulling out the slip of parchment in your pocket, you read off the address of your host family's location, '934 Blossom Street'. It's a bit difficult to navigate through the crowded streets, but eventually you manage to find the address in question. To your surprise, it's a rather lovely cottage, a mixture of natural woodwork and plant life interwoven with aged stone.

Walking along the path through the front garden to the front door, you knock on it to announce your presence. There's the sound of movement inside, and the motion of someone behind the circular cutout of frosted glass on the door, before it swings open. Standing in the doorway to greet you is an elven woman just as tall as you are, with flowing dark brown hair and dressed in a simple sweater and jeans. She seems a little surpised to see you.

"Oh my! You must be the exchange student! They didn't tell me you were a human! Come inside, dear," she says, smiling. You walk inside, dragging your suitcases behind you as you look around the cottage's interior. The living room you enter into is pleasantly decorated with paintings and potted plants, which you assume are a fairly regular hobby for this household given the garden outside. The kitchen behind it looks like it was taken from a home and garden magazine. It really is a lovely little house.

"It's so good to finally meet you! The Yinris household has hosted a few students before, but you're our first human!" the elf woman says with a bright smile on her face. "I'm Arliana, the mom of the house," she introduces herself with an extended hand.

You formally shake it in return with a respectful nod. "I'm Atticus, it's a pleasure to meet you as well. Thank you again for so graciously allowing me to stay with your family during my exchange trip."

"Not at all, not at all! You're from the university, so you must be really smart. We all want the best for our children, of course," she says with a wink.

You're taken aback by her direct comment on your intelligence and her rather flirtatious manner towards you. It's definitely going to be a change coming from spending most of your time with spell-cantors and other students who are generally more stoic and bookish.

"Vel, can you help the dear boy carry his bags up to his room before he collapses from exhaustion? They look rather heavy, deary," she says with a smile as she turns around to tend to cooking something on the stove.

A tall, brunette elf girl emerges from the hallway behind her and meekly waves at you. "Hi, I'm Velatha, but you can call me Vel. Don't listen to her, she's exaggerating as usual. Let me grab those for you," she says as she walks by you to pick up the heavier of the two bags.

"It's really okay, I can carry them myself," you say in an attempt to not be a bother.

"Nonsense," Vel replies with a warm smile. "It's only natural for hosts to help their guests." The girl is very pretty, although still not as stunning as her mother.

She does her best to pick up and move the heavier bag, but after a few moments it's clear she doesn't have the strength to do it.

"You want me to get that one?" you ask with a slightly amused smile.

"Yes," she mumbles under her breath, blushing and looking at the floor in defeat.

You laugh and easily pick up the bag, tossing it over your shoulder. "This is nothing, just books. I'm a student."

"Of what?" Vel asks curiously. Elves are always eager to learn new and interesting things.

"Magic, actually. I'm studying at the University of Magecraft back in the Imperial Kingdom. Just here for a summer of cultural exchange stuff," you say as you follow Velatha through the hallways of the house.

"It's not polite to pry," the haughty voice of another girl scolds as she emerges from one of the doorways behind the two of you.

"I wasn't prying, I was just making conversation!" Velatha exclaims in a tired voice. "That's Solana," she explains with a noticable weight on her expression.

"I can introduce myself, sister!" Solana says in the same chiding and sharp tone. "I am Solana! What might your name be... human?" she spits with a hint of distate.

"I'm Atticus," you introduce yourself with an arched eyebrow, not sure what to make of Vel's older sister. Elf girls tend to grow out of their bickering nature, but it seems she has a bit more fire to her.

"We should move along," Vel tells her sister, leading you past the older elf girl.

You follow Velatha up a spiraling wooden staircase to the second floor of the house. It's not long before Velatha has lead you to a comfortable room at the end of the second floor hallway, bare of anything except a desk, bookshelf, and bedframe with a mattress.

"Sorry, I know it's not much," Vel says as she sets your bag down and awkwardly rubs the back of her neck, "but it's the only guest room in the house. I hope it's alright."

"It's perfect," you reassure her as you hang up your cloak and lay out the contents of your pack onto the bed.

"I'll show you around the house," Vel offers. "Dinner will be ready soon. Mom is making some stew," she says, referring to Arliana.

"Sounds lovely, as does a tour," you say with another smile. "Lead the way."

Velatha smiles back and gestures for you to follow her. "It's not much to look at, but it's home."

Your tour of the house takes no more than five minutes. You learn that there are three floors altogether; the ground floor has a kitchen, a dining room, a family room, and a den. The upper floor has four bedrooms besides the one you're staying in, as well as three bathrooms and a study. The lower floor is a comfortable-looking basement with a few rooms, mostly used for storage or as another sort of den.

"It's very nice," you say truthfully as you step back inside your new room. "Very homely."

"Mom likes it that way, I think," Velatha responds.

You both stand in the room for a moment, unsure how to proceed.

"So..." you say, drawing out the vowel sound.

Velatha giggles, then smiles at you.

"I'll... see you after dinner?" she asks hopefully.

"Sure!" you respond with a nod. "I'll just be unpacking here, but I'll be down for dinner whenever it's ready."

You begin to unpack your things while Velatha backs out of the room and closes the door behind her. You smile to yourself, looking forward to dinner.

With the door closed, Velatha quickly scampers back to her own room, hastily closing the door and sinking down with her back against it. She rests her forehead against her knees, blushing uncontrollably and trying to ignore the heat between her legs.

Her ears are still tingling from just being near you, and she can't stop thinking about them. Her long ears. She wears her hair loose and long to hide them, but that just makes her self-conscious of her neck, which is already red from the collar of her shirt upwards from how flushed she is. She stands up and heads over to her bed, flopping down so she's seated. She looks down at her lap and exhales deeply.

She runs her fingers through her silken hair to calm herself, then brings her hand to the back of her head and grips the back of her shirt. She winces, realizing that it's stuck to her skin, and pulls it up and over her head, tossing it aside. She breathes deeply, trying to ignore the feeling between her legs.

Shirt removed, Velatha falls backwards onto her bed so that she's lying on her back, letting out a pained groan.

"What's gotten into me?" she whispers, resting her hands on her stomach, which is almost hot to the touch.

Her legs part slightly, and she bites her lip involuntarily. Her hand reaches down and cups one of her thick thighs, and she squeezes it gently. She bites her lip harder, hoping the pain will take her mind off of how she's feeling. The elf breathes deeply and shuts her eyes.

"I... shouldn't..." she says to herself. "Filthy... I'm so filthy..."

Her hand rubs the inside of her thigh gently, as if massaging it. Without realizing it, she's spread her legs far enough apart that her hand is now rubbing against her crotch, which she certainly did not realize was so sensitive. Her whole body tenses up and shuts its eyes as it falls back onto the bed as lightly as a feather.

"Hmh! Mmmh..." she moans.

Her body squirms slightly as her fingers rub against her crotch, and the bed underneath her gently rocks as she moves her hips in circles. Her breathing becomes heavier and deeper as her hand works its magic. Her ears twitch under her long hair, but they don't perk up —no, she's too focused on rubbing herself to orgasm.

"Aaah! Hmmm!" she gasps, arching her back and thrusting her crotch into her hand.

She clenches her eyes shut and grits her teeth, making a repeated panting noise as she rubs herself into a frenzy. Her legs lock together as she holds her breath and throws her head back. She arches her back some more and lets out a slow, long moan as an orgasm tingles through her body.

A knock arrives at the door, and she nearly jumps out of her skin, letting out a small squeak and hurriedly covering herself with her discarded shirt.

"Hey, dinner's ready, if you are," your muffled voice comes from behind her bedroom door.

She lets out a sigh of relief and quickly slides her shirt back on.

"Yeah... I'll be right there," she answers, hiding the fact that she was nearly moaning your name a few moments ago.

"Okay, see you then," you reply from the other side, before the sound of your footsteps fade away.

Velatha slumps in her chair at the dinner table in between you and her sister, Solana. Her face is slightly red, and she's sweating just a bit.

"This stew is delicious, Mrs. Yinris!" you exclaim as you take a hungry spoon full.

"Why, thank you!" Arliana says with a smile.

There's a bit of silence at the table as all four of you take a moment to eat, clearly enjoying the stew. Eventually though, Arliana speaks up to start some conversation.

"So, uh... what do you know of the Summer Festival?" she asks.

"Next to nothing," you admit with an apologetic frown. "Forgive me."

"Don't worry about it," Arliana smiles. "Not many do."

"It's a celebration of the summer solstice," Velatha says, doing her best to distance her mind from her feelings with idle conversation. "Most of the town gathers to celebrate the longest day of the year."

"Yeah, it's really boring," adds her sister.

Arliana shoots her a vicious glare, and you stifle a chuckle.

"It's a time to gather with family, eat delicious food, and for the adults to get drunk and rowdy."

"Sounds like a pretty good time," you remark with a smile. "That must have been what all the colorful flowers and decorations were for out on the streets when I came into town."

"Yep! People start putting out the decorations and setting up tents and suchlike a few weeks before. We also close off a section of the forest where some... less civilized elves go to get drunk and rowdy. It can get pretty crazy, really."

You nod your head, slightly amused at the idea of a bunch of elves getting wasted in some roped-off part of the woods. "Well, I'll probably just stick to observing the tamer activies in town. Checking out the festival will be great for filling out my cultural exchange log!"

"Indeed it will be!" Arliana giggles. "There's plenty to do and see when the festivities kick off, and it runs through the whole week!"

Your eyes light up with excitement. "Really? The entire week? When does the festival start?"

"Oh, about a week and a half from now. Still lots to do and prepare," she says with a smile, enamored with how excited you look.

Perhaps this exchange trip won't be such a drag after all, you think to yourself as you eat more of the stew. After all, it looks like you're going to have a school-sanctioned excuse to spend a whole week partying. Maybe it won't be so bad after all.

"Don't get too wound up, human," Solana scoffs, noting your excited expression with irritation. "You'll be lucky to get invited anywhere, even by street scum. Elves have little use for humans running around their festivals."

Velatha speaks up, sounding somewhat protective. "There's no need to be so harsh, sister! The town will be nothing but curteous to a guest as exotic as Atticus!"

"Exotic?" you ask aloud, confused at her choice of words.

Velatha suddenly blushes quite a bit, and stumbles over her words. "I... um... I meant you're... erm..."

"Don't worry about it, Vel," Arliana tells her daughter, embarrassed. "Just go finish your studies."

Velatha nods and quickly finishes her food before heading back to her room, leaving the dinner table.

You have no idea what just happened, but do your best to be understanding.

"I hope it didn't upset her," you say sheepishly, looking down at your lap.

"Don't mind my sister, she tends to get hung up on the basics of speech quite often," Solana interjects, almost stifling a giggle.

Arliana shoots her a disapproving glance, before speaking up. "You did nothing of the sort, Atticus. Velatha just chooses strange words from time to time, she means nothing by it. You're far too sweet to have upset her."

Glossing over her almost flirtatious remark at the end, you look up and give Arliana a small smile. "Thanks, Mrs. Yinris. I just don't want to get off on a bad foot with anyone, you know?"

Arliana smiles back. "Of course, dear. You just focus on getting settled, alright? You've already got enough to do, orienting yourself with a completely new kingdom! Don't stress over what our family thinks."

You give her a small nod. "Understood. Thank you very much for the meal, Mrs. Yinris," you say with a respectful bow of your head.

"Not at all!" she replies with her usual warm smile. "You're free to head upstairs and unpack your things, I'll clean up."

You stand from the table, giving Mrs. Yinris a thankful nod as you turn to leave. Solana wordlessly does the same, walking past you and returning to her room without so much as a farewell. As you make it back to your own room and close the door, Arliana lets out a small breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Something about that boy..." Arliana mutters under breath as she moves to clean up the table, trying to ignore a familar warmth in her thighs. "Just so... alluring. Has it really been that long?" she wonders quietly as washes and puts away everything from dinner.

Her body feels strangely warm and sensitive, which is something Arliana hasn't felt in a while. Even just her clothes rubbing against her skin feel like too much stimulation as she finishes cleaning the kitchen and returns to her room.

"And he hasn't even done anything... just his presence..." she trails off, laying in bed and fidgeting with her clothes.

With a heavy sigh, she undresses and climbs under the sheets of her bed. She lays there in the darkness, gently squeezing her thighs together as a slight warmth builds within them.

"He's better looking than those smelly humans we were taught about in school all those years ago," she says with a small giggle. "Maybe that's why..."

The warmth between her thighs has grown to a faintly noticeable heat, and Arliana lets out a quiet gasp as she gently pets her own legs.

"I... haven't felt like this in years..." she admits, trailing a finger inwards along her inner thigh.

As she gently strokes her legs, the warmth in her loins begins to grow, and with it, a need for more stimulation. She gently grazes her soft fingertips over her warm skin, gently tracing along her inner thighs, her stomach, and around her nipples.

"Oh, what's the matter with you, Arliana!?" she moans quietly, sitting up against her bed's headboard. "He's supposed to be your guest! He's... He's... Mmmh..." she trails off, huffing as the warmth in her intensifies. "I haven't had a good mating season for years..."

She places a hand on her breast, gently squeezing it, before trailing it down to her belly, and then further down. She gently parts her thighs and clasps her hand over her mound, moaning softly at the sudden rush of pleasure that floods from her core to every corner of her body.

She gently rubs her delicate fingers over her lower lips, moaning softly. She imagines it to be the young human's hand pressed between her thighs, gently petting her. She imagines his warm breath tickling over her thighs and nethers, his lean torso nestled against her bosom, and his manhood rubbing against her.

"Ohhh... Why did I start thinking about this!?" she groans softly, rubbing her fingers up and down her slit.

As Arliana rubs herself, she begins to think about the young man on top of her. She imagines his face looking down at her, smiling as he enters her, and she eagerly wraps her legs around his lean frame, pulling him deeper and deeper inside of her.

"Mmmhh... Yes... Yes!" she moans, bucking her hips with wild abandon.

Arliana groans with each thrust as she imagines the human penetrating deeper and deeper inside of her. Her fingers work furiously, rubbing her most sensitive spots, massaging her lips and penetrating inside of her. She can practically feel his dick inside of her, filling her to the brim with his thick manhood.

"Ah! Ah! Yes!"

———

You let out a small sigh of indecision, paining over whether your textbooks should go on the shelf above or below your spellcasting tomes.

You decide to go with below, the tomes are heavier and should thus be closer to the ground. Books organized, you begin putting your clothes away in the chest of drawers on the other side of your room. You look out the window, taking a moment to appreciate sight of the town's inhabitants busily working to prepare for the festival under warm arcane lights. A deliberate cough snaps you back around, and you see Velatha standing by your door.

"Hey," she says.

"Oh, hey there!" you exclaim, remembering you agreed to talk with Velatha some more after dinner. "How are you doing, Vel?"

"I'm good," Velatha smiles. "Just finished up a little reading before bed. I wanted to give you some space to unpack."

"I appreciate that," you say with a nod, before looking at her nervously. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you at dinner. I was just confused, was all."

"It's okay," Velatha says with a wave of her hand. "I know you didn't mean it."

"Thanks," you say, smiling at her. "I was really worried I'd upset you."

Velatha blushes ever so slightly under the force of your smile, her ears twitching just a bit. "O-of course not! I wouldn't hold a simple question against someone. Besides, you only just got here today, I don't expect you to know your way around conversations with all of us..." she trails off, fidgeting with her hands.

You nod your head thankfully. "I really appreciate that. I'm quite lucky to have such a gracious host family."

Velatha smiles a bit at your remark, before fidgeting again. "So... how do you like it here so far?"

"Like it? I love it! Everything's been so nice. The town is beautiful." You turn to look out the window once more as you continue speaking. "The town is everything I'd heard about and more."

"Yeah," Velatha says with a sigh. "It really is."

You turn back to Velatha as you speak again. "I really like your house a lot. Everyone has been very kind. I'm happy to finally be here."

Velatha smiles. "Good! I'm glad to hear that. We try to make everyone feel welcome!" She pauses as her face grows red, and she begins fidgeting with her hands again. "I... uhm... I have to ask though..." She perks her ears up as she prepares to hear your answer.

"Yes?" you ask, expectantly.

Velatha's ears droop slightly as she asks, "Do you like elves?"

You blink in confusion at the sudden question. Your hesitation causes Velatha's ears to droop even lower.

You answer easily, completely oblivious to the somewhat charged context of the question. "Well, I wouldn't really know. I've met a handful of elves in my entire life, and they were all old high mages. Elven women seem to be as beautiful as promised, though!" you exclaim, referring to some of the women you've seen in town, and totally missing the fact that Velatha is taking it as a personal endearment.

"Oh!" Velatha says, seemingly relieved at your response, even though you didn't quite mean it that way. "Good! That's... good." She perks up once again. "I guess I'll leave you to getting unpacked and off to bed then!" With that, Velatha scurries out of the room.

You shrug and proceed to continue arranging a few of your things.

"Beautiful..." Velatha mutters with a smile as she drifts back to her room in a lovesick haze, before closing the door behind her and falling onto her bed.

Her ears feel hot and restless, as does the rest of her body. Vel is having a remarkably difficult time containing herself, even when she's just casually talking to you. You have no idea how much you affect her, and that's not even counting the rumors about humans having massive...

"Stop!" she says to herself as she closes her eyes and buries her face into her pillow. "You've got to stop thinking like that! You're a daughter of House Yinris, and future High Mage! You're better than base temptation!"

"Mmmh!" she moans into the pillow as she squishes her legs together.

"Oh! That smile! That devious, sexy little smile!" She gasps, running her hands down her body.

"That was for me, right? I know it was! It had to be for me! He saw my long ears and was telling me that he likes the elves here as a hint that he likes me!" She continues to fantasize, her skin growing hot under the force of her arousal.

"Y... You're a daughter of House Yinris! Don't give into your animalistic desires!" She says, her hands tensing up in an attempt to fight the urges.

"Just... Think about your family! Think about mage craft! Think about magic!"

"Fuck that!" She thinks, her body growing more and more eager by the second. "I'm a young woman! I've got urges, and I won't be satisfied until that cute exchange student kisses me, touches me, and breeds me!" With that, she rolls onto her stomach, clenches the sheets tight, and closes her eyes.

Meanwhile, you're taking a shower and thinking about the day, oblivious to the sexual turmoil occuring just two doors down. You've had a long day, and it's not even over yet.

Though you're silent as you sort through your thoughts and lather up, the sound of the shower is loud enough that Velatha can hear it while she lays in her bed, fighting her urges.

"Oohhh... He's in the shower..." She moans, gripping the sheets tight as she bites down on them.

"No! Get out of my head!" She thinks to herself.

The young elf curls up and squeezes her legs together, desperately fighting the urges coursing through her body.

"I'm a daughter of House Yinris! I'm better than some animalistic desires!"

As she lays in bed, she can hear you humming in the shower. The sound of your voice through the walls does nothing to help the waves of carnal desire coursing though her body.

"Oh why? Why is this happening to me?" She asks herself, desperately trying to fight the urges. "He's human! I'm an elf! We don't... We don't... Mmmm..." She starts to rub her thighs together in an attempt to quell her slowly building lust.

"It... It's just not natural for an elf to feel this way about a human!" She says to herself, before burying her face into her pillow and moaning.

"But it's too late..." She thinks as she starts rocking back and forth, rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to satisfy her urges. "That human boy... Atticus... Just the sight of him is doing terrible things to me!"

Velatha is now gripping the bedsheets tightly, her entire body shuddering slightly as her tremors of arousal grow more intense. Fighting it is just making it worse.

"I... I can't take much more of this..." She says to herself, before a wicked idea crosses her mind.

"I shouldn't... I shouldn't..." Velatha repeats quietly into her pillow. Try as she might, she soon finds herself on her feet.

Meanwhile, you've turned off the shower and are now drying yourself off with a nearby towel.

"I sure am hungry." You think to yourself as you turn to look in the mirror.

Your mundane train of thought is quickly interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door.

Still wrapped in just your towel, you thoughtlessly answer the door, your subconscious not quite adapted to the fact that you're in a house of nothing but women yet.

"I'll be done in just a moment," you answer helpfully as you open the bathroom door.

Velatha is standing on the other side, looking both flushed and slightly frazzled. Her clothes seem hastily wrinkled, and her long hair is rather messy. There's a moment of silence as she stares at your shirtless body.

"Well?" You ask, slightly baffled by her silence.

"Erm... I was... I wanted..." Velatha stutters, before taking a deep breath and composing herself. "I have this awful sore spot on my back! It hurts so much, and I can't reach it!" she says, whimpering. "Can you please help?"

"Uh... sure," you say, looking at her with a bit of confusion. "Let me just grab my robe."

"O-Okay. I'll be in my room," she answers hastily.

Thinking nothing of it, you close the door and finish drying off, before changing into your loose night clothes and tossing on one of the robes you packed. Once you're done, you exit the bathroom and find Velatha's room, softly knocking on the door.

"Come in," Velatha answers. As you enter, you see her laying stomach-down on her bed, her face slightly red.

You thoughtfully draw up a chair next to her bed and sit down, looking at her face buried into her pillow with an empathetic smile.

"Sore spot on your back, right?" you ask, reaffirming where she needs your help. "I've been there before. It's always the small of your back after some small task, real nasty."

"Y-yeah... it's in the small of my back," she answers quietly, going along with your words. Truth is, Velatha has no sore spot on her back that needs massaging, she just wants your hands on her.

"Alright, I'm no massage expert, but I can try my best," you tell her with a look of resolve.

Your hands are still warm from the shower, and as you place them on Velatha's back, even her shirt can't stop how good it feels. It takes everything she has not to moan right into her pillow.

Velatha's skin is so unbelievably soft that you pause for a moment to revel in the sensation, before chiding yourself for such an action. She just needs you to help her get rid of some back pain, not be a creep, you tell yourself. Getting to work, you begin to press your fingers into the small of Velatha's back, working carefully and tenderly to loosen the muscles there.

As you slide your fingers back and forth, Velatha begins to squirm slightly. Her legs kick as you move down her spine, and when you reach her lower back, she grabs her pillow and holds it tight over her face. She doesn't dare moan or make a sound, and instead just tries to contain herself. It isn't workable for long, however, and she eventually lets out a quiet but intense moan from under her pillow.

"Are- Are you alright?" you ask, worried you've hurt her somehow. "Am I hurting you?"

"I'm- I'm fine," she says, her voice heavy with lust. "It's just my back. It really hurts, and it feels... good for you to massage it like that."

You continue working on Velatha's back, and while you're not an expert in this field, the noises she's making sound as if you're doing a good job. You're so distracted by your hands that you don't notice Velatha's hand sliding down her body. Her hand is now below her navel, and she begins to gyrate her hips gently. Her noises become louder and more intense, and it's obvious what's going on.

You panic a little, not knowing how to react. You continue rubbing Velatha's lower back, but her actions are making it blatantly obvious what she really wants. Paralyzed by concern, you just keep massaging the small of her back as best you can, almost terrified to tell her you can clearly see her arm pressed between her body and the mattress.

"Aah! My lower back! Yes, there! Right there!" Velatha says, her voice dripping with need.

You're finally shaken enough to take your hands off her. "Vel... I don't think you're alright."

"Huh? Wha... Ah!" She turns over, and her face is one of complete wanton lust. Her green eyes shine bright like jewels as she stares at you, and the rest of her face is a deep red blush. Her nostrils flare with each heavy breath, her lips are wet and parted slightly, and her ears are drooped thoughtfully. "I'm sorry... it just burns so much... Your hands made it feel so good! I'm sorry!"

"It's alright," you reply, even though you're phenomenally uncomfortable. "I just don't think it's a good idea to carry on. It looks like I might be making it worse."

Velatha nods in agreement and closes her eyes to calm herself. She seems exhausted, and with a heavy sigh she starts speaking again. "I'm sorry I made such a silly request of you. I'll just rest for the night, I'm sure my back will feel better in the morning."

"That sounds good. Sorry I didn't help much," you mumble.

"You're fine, now go get some rest. I'm sure you're tired," Velatha says with a weak smile.

Nodding and smiling in return, you stand up and exit her room to head to bed.

The instant you close the door to her room, Velatha's last shred of resistance to her instinctual lust disappears. She lets out an incredibly loud moan into her pillow, and her hands quickly move to caress her heated skin.

Her ears perk up and she shuts her eyes tight, moaning even louder. She starts to pant wildly, and is very close to having an orgasm right then and there.

"Hah... hah... haaaaaah..." she pants.

She bites her lips and runs her hands all over her body, as if she's being touched by someone else. Her breaths are now deep and long. She gets goosebumps from the pleasure running through her body.

Her whole body starts to convulse slowly as she holds back intense spasms of ecstasy, until she just can't take it anymore.

Biting down on her pillow, she fingers herself with reckless abandon, completely submitting to the mindblowing orgasm she's been edging on for hours.

She lets out a high-pitched keen into her pillow, and falls limply to the side. Her whole body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she pants heavily. "H... haaah... haah..."

Her glazed eyes roll upwards briefly as she lets out one last sigh of pleasure. Her whole body feels restless, and she finds herself incapable of physical movement for quite some time.

"Hmmm... humans..." she mumbles softly as she drifts to sleep.


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