Silvana's Ablution

Silvana tore her thoughtful gaze from the most beautiful crystal palace created by the dark elves and looked sadly towards the night forest. No observers had been assigned to her, not even a tracking spell had been cast, but the word given by the light elf to her dark kin was far stronger than any material or magical bonds, and it was precisely this that prevented her from escaping this luxurious prison.

Her golden hair, like a marvelous cloak, streamed behind Silvana as she stepped lightly across the marble slabs. The captive, or guest, as the dark elves preferred to call her, was bored and melancholy in this little world of her

distant relatives, mired in luxury and debauchery.

Walking slowly forward, without any particular goal, the elf examined her elegant palm with its beautiful long fingers and short-trimmed nails. Spells easily maintained perfect hygiene and cleanliness, but this time the light elf wanted not so much cleanliness as relaxation, and what could be a better opportunity to relax than a pool filled to the brim with warm water?

Stepping on perfectly fitted slabs, Silvana turned onto a side path and soon came to one of the most remote buildings in the dark elves' palace-city. Entering a small antechamber, the golden-haired woman grew alert. The usually empty bathhouse was not so now; neatly folded clothes lay on the benches, and at the entrance stood three pairs of nearly identical boots and another pair of more luxurious, taller boots.

Easily determining from the clothing that all four visitors to the bathhouse were female, Silvana still hesitated. She could come back later or look for another, unoccupied bathhouse, she could join them, she could return to her quarters and lie in her private bathroom, though it had an ordinary bathtub, not a warm pool like here. The light elf was still pondering when a seeking spell pricked her, and immediately afterward, a pink-haired dark elf teenager peeked out from behind the door to the pool room and, casting her eyes down, said:

"Lady Feanora says she doesn't mind if you join us."

The golden-haired woman let her gaze slide over the interlocutor's naked body. Like any dark elf, her skin was gray, and her eyes were large and expressive, but due to her extreme youth, the teenager had not yet blossomed into a full beauty. Silvana's gaze wandered over the skinny little body with its practically absent breasts for a few more seconds, then she inquired:

"What's your name?"

"Xerinia, you can just call me Xi, my lady."

"I am not your lady," smiled the green-eyed woman and added, "Go on, I'll join you soon."

The teenager immediately slipped back behind the door. The light elf smiled a little sadly; although the dark elves were her distant relatives, their customs and hierarchical subordination of juniors to seniors were quite different.

Still in a state of thoughtful detachment, Silvana got rid of her clothes, revealing her luxurious body, and went naked into the bathhouse. The room beyond the door was shaped like a perfect circle about seven meters in diameter, most of which was occupied by a pool with gentle sloping descents, surrounded by polished but non-slip tiles. The light streaming from a dozen magical spheres hanging from the ceiling was subdued but quite sufficient to see the far end of the room and the neutral frescoes on the walls in detail.

When Silvana entered, the gazes of all four dark elves immediately turned to her. Xerinia was sitting on the floor near the eldest of the dark elves, massaging her feet. Emerald eyes met violet ones and for a moment seemed to clash, but the hostess blinked politely, breaking the silent duel with the guest:

"Allow me to introduce myself—Feanora."

"Silvana."

"It's a great pleasure to meet you, light one. It's been a long time since I've spoken with anyone from your people; they say there are almost none of you left on this land, have you all scattered to other worlds?"

"Those rumors seem true; I too haven't met any of my kin in a long time," the golden-haired woman responded with moderate courtesy and formality, then walked to the edge of the pool and sat down, lowering her feet into the pleasantly warming water.

"Allow me to introduce my ladies-in-waiting. Chrysantia, Lorenna, and Xerinia, whom you already know."

Silvana politely nodded to each of them, lingering her gaze on the pair of unfamiliar elven girls. They were not yet fifty, but unlike Xerinia, their bodies had already fully formed.

Chrysa had a toned, muscular body that immediately betrayed her military training. Moreover, she had unusual eyes glowing with an inner silver light and long silver hair, signs of unique genetic mutations of her lineage. Lora, with short black hair, on the contrary, stood out in no particular way, except perhaps for a gaze that was overly soft for a dark elf.

For another minute, the captive-guest studied the girls, then returned her gaze to the eldest of the dark elves. She smiled enchantingly, adjusted her slightly curly purple hair, and gently nudged the teenager with her foot.

Xerinia immediately jumped up from the floor and timidly approached Silvana. Carefully kneeling beside the light elf, the pink-haired girl asked:

"Will you allow me to help you with your ablutions?"

Instead of answering, the golden-haired woman looked intently at Feanora. The dark elf again responded with an inscrutable smile and slightly licked her alluring lips. Silvana, of course, understood what she was being nudged towards, but decided not to take any action for now. Returning her gaze to the embarrassed teenager, the light elf nodded:

"Alright, Xi."

Having received permission, the pink-haired elf immediately took a washcloth lying nearby and squeezed a little liquid soap onto it. The scent of wildflowers instantly filled the air. Moving a little closer to the adult elf, Xerinia began to soap her back. Silvana tossed her luxurious hair forward to make the assistant's task easier and half-closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasant, slightly timid touches. The teenager was clearly not doing this for the first time, and soon the timidity faded, her movements gaining proper confidence and precision.

Xerinia herself wasn't thinking about eroticism, blindly following the order, but the other dark elves were clearly becoming aroused. From beneath slightly parted eyelids, the light elf watched the actions of the two young elves. Chrysa was clearly the senior in this pair; she was authoritatively kissing her dark-haired friend on her full lips and caressing her soft breasts with her hands, glancing sideways at the guest. Lora was taking the caresses rather passively, lounging languidly in her partner's embrace. Silvana shifted her gaze to Feanora, who smiled slyly, sensing the golden-haired woman looking at her.

The teenager, having finished soaping the guest's back, rinsed off the lather with water and shifted her attention to her arms. Silvana threw her hair back, letting it cascade down her back, allowing Xerinia to touch her with confident, quick movements. At one point, the pink-haired girl moved from the arms to the light elf's breasts. The golden-haired woman didn't stop her; the touches of the clever, slender fingers were pleasant—these sliding movements, now with the washcloth, now with fingernails over the velvety skin around the gradually swelling nipples—were indeed arousing.

Feeling a prick from magic being cast nearby, Silvana tore her emerald eyes away from the teenager and looked at the pair of elven girls. Chrysa had grown tired of simply caressing her rather inactive partner and decided to move to more decisive action, using a spell for temporary gender change. Now, a long, thin member protruded from the silver-eyed one's smoothly shaved pubis, and the muscular elf was clearly planning to use it for its intended purpose, not at all embarrassed by the present spectators.

The light elf, without looking away, watched the young but already so depraved elves. Lorenna, obedient to the will of her dominant friend, lay on the floor, spreading her legs. Chrysantia, without haste but also without delay, guided her member with her hand and the next moment penetrated the dark-haired elf, eliciting a languid gasp-exhalation from her. Lowering herself onto Lora's soft chest, Chrysa began, first slowly, then faster and faster, to thrust her hips. Silvana watched with interest and a kind of hidden embarrassment the rhythmic movements of the two bodies, the beautifully contracting muscles of the silver-eyed one's legs and buttocks, the dark-haired one arching in sync with her.

The sexual spectacle was interrupted for the light elf by a cautious touch from the pink-haired teenager to her pubis. Xerinia was simultaneously soaping the golden hairs and caressing her clitoris with her fingers. The guest-captive considered this an excessive liberty and, catching the teenager's wrist, moved her hand aside. Without any objection, she shifted her fingers and the washcloth to her legs. Silvana turned on the edge of the pool, taking her feet out of the water to make it easier for Xerinia.

Feanora smirked, slipped from her spot into the water, made a few leisurely strokes, and sat on the edge of the pool near the light elf. And again, emerald eyes met violet ones, but there was no confrontation in them now; there was something else, secretive, like a union with some shared mystery.

"Do you like to watch?" inquired the dark elf, nodding towards her actively copulating ladies-in-waiting.

"It's somewhat strange."

"Perhaps, but do you like watching it or not?" Feanora insistently repeated the question, simultaneously wrapping an arm around her interlocutor's shoulders in a gentle and moderately chaste manner, peering into her eyes.

Before answering, Silvana was silent for a long minute, watching the conclusion of the sexual act—Chrysa's quick final thrusts and the simultaneous cry-moan of both pointy-eared girls.

"I think I liked it more than I disliked it."

"In that case, would you like to try it yourself?" the dark elf inquired with an enchanting smile and whispered a spell.

The golden-haired woman shifted her gaze from her interlocutor's face downward, to the long, thin phallus protruding vertically upward from her pubis, perfectly suited for the narrow and deep vaginas of elves or their asses. Meanwhile, Xerinia had already finished rinsing the lather from Silvana's legs and obediently moved to her mistress, sinking waist-deep into the water. The light elf watched with a kind of silent astonishment as the teenager obediently and even eagerly licked the head of the member, then began to swallow the magical organ deep into her throat.

Feanora closed her eyes in pleasure. Silvana turned again on the edge of the pool and, lowering her feet into the water, continued to observe the sexual act happening just centimeters away.

"Would you like her to give you pleasure too?" inquired the purple-haired seductress, grabbing the pink-haired teenager by her long ears and beginning to pull her head deeper onto her penis. Xerinia did not object at all to such use of her mouth and ears.

The light elf remained thoughtfully silent, awaiting the climax, which was rapidly approaching. Then Feanora thrust her member into the teenager's mouth a few more times forcefully and, releasing her ears, came. Despite her newfound freedom, the pink-haired girl did not pull away, diligently swallowing the artificial seed created by magic that had spurted into her mouth. A minute later, having sucked everything from the member down to the last drop, Xerinia released the slowly dissipating organ from the captivity of her lips and looked questioningly at Silvana.

"She wants to continue," snorted the eldest of the dark elves, now embracing the guest-captive around the waist more freely, "And what do you want?"

The light elf didn't answer, continuing to look at the teenager. She slowly moved from Feanora's feet to Silvana and placed her palms on her thighs, sliding her playful fingers upward.

"Spread your legs, let Xi give you pleasure," the seductress whispered in the guest's ear, scorching it with her hot breath.

The golden-haired woman hesitated for another moment, then parted her knees, giving the pink-haired elf access to her loins. Violet eyes, silently laughing, moved somewhere behind Silvana's back and pulled her toward themselves. The light elf yielded, smoothly lying back into the pleasant, soft embrace of the dark elf. Feanora's inquisitive lips immediately began sliding over her cheeks from the side, her teeth began nibbling her ears, and her hands greedily roamed over her body, caressing and squeezing the hemispheres of her breasts with hardened nipples, tickling her toned stomach and sides with her nails.

Xerinia, not wasting time, pressed her lips to Silvana's clitoris, her tongue swirling, darting over the bud of passion, making the light elf moan from such desired caresses.

"How long has it been since you've had anyone?" the eldest of the dark elves asked with a chuckle. The guest-captive didn't answer, surrendering to the power of the magical sensations.

Watching what was happening not far from them, Chrysantia began to get aroused again and went to Lorenna with kisses. The dark-haired girl half-opened her eyes and glanced at Silvana, quietly moaning, being pleasured by two dark elves at once.

"Cute..."

"Yes, it arouses me," the muscular pointy-eared one voiced, then began licking her friend's face.

Lora laughed:

"Stop, it tickles..."

Chrysa immediately stopped licking, began kissing, lightly nibbling her lover on the neck, then on the cheeks. The dark-haired elf laughed again, embracing her friend around the waist, pulling her closer. The silver-eyed one froze for a moment, then easily freed herself and, rising above her friend, turned her face to the floor. Lora didn't resist, as before, accepting the passive role. Meanwhile, Chrysantia moved down, tightly squeezed her partner's legs together, then spread the cheeks of her ass with both hands, exposing the wrinkled pink star—the coveted entrance to her tender anus.

"What a pervert you are," Lorenna remarked with a chuckle.

The silver-eyed one didn't answer, bent down, and began licking her friend's anus, generously coating it with saliva, trying to penetrate as deep inside as possible with her sharp tongue. The dark-haired one relaxed her sphincter, allowing her partner to lubricate her tender passage from the inside.

However, Chrysa didn't engage in anilingus for long; having made sure there was enough lubricant-saliva, she uttered the gender-change spell and began to move onto her friend, running her tongue along her spine.

Lora tensed a little when her friend began positioning the head of her member against her ass, but, as before, she expressed not the slightest disagreement. The muscular elf adjusted herself to her lover's back hole, then with a sharp thrust pushed her penis deep into her anus. The dark-haired one yelped in pain, twitching slightly. The silver-eyed one made another strong thrust, completely inserting her member into her friend, and froze, letting her get used to it, then began to move back and forth unhurriedly, giving Lorenna both pleasure and pain.

Meanwhile, Xerinia, having fully settled in, began not only playing with Silvana's clitoris but also slowly inserting her playful fingers into her vagina, first one, then two, then three, which already went in tightly. The light elf groaned deeply, tightly gripping the foreign objects that had penetrated her with her vaginal walls. Without stopping pleasuring the guest, the teenager looked at her mistress, who was amusing herself with the golden-haired woman's hardened nipples. Feanora slyly winked at her pink-haired assistant and silently, with just her lips, said:

"Take care of her ass."

Xerinia understood the order and added her other hand to the action, first placing it on the pubis, then gradually moving lower, carefully stroking the wrinkled hole. Silvana, completely immersed in the world of pleasure, at first didn't even notice these cautious touches; only when the pink-haired elf inserted a finger into her anus did she lift her eyelids and look at the teenager, who caught the intense gaze of the emerald eyes, immediately cast her eyes down, but did not stop her depraved actions, and the golden-haired woman did not stop her.

Chrysantia

made a few more mercilessly quick movements in the hot, narrow ass of her lover and froze contentedly on her sweat-covered back. Lorenna was also breathing heavily, impaled on her friend's ejaculating penis. Trembling