Elowen &Sylara

The early morning sun filtered through the towering emerald canopy, golden rays dancing on the surface of a hidden pond. Steam curled from the warm water as two stunning elves waded waist-deep, their damp skin glistening. Sheer silks lay in a heap on the grassy shore, abandoned for bare freedom. Elowen’s golden hair clung to her wet shoulders, emerald eyes wary yet bright. Sylara floated closer, brushing silvery-white hair behind a pointed ear, water lapping at her heavy, milk-filled breasts. "Elowen, dearest," Sylara purred, "you’re leaking again." Elowen cupped one massive breast, milk sliding down the curve, cheeks coloring. "It’s this body of mine. Seven daughters, and yet I still produce as if expecting another." Sylara smirked, pinching the stiff nipple. Elowen gasped and arched instinctively. "Mmm~ So sensitive. I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were made for nothing but motherhood." Elowen tugged at Sylara’s damp towel. "And you’re any different? Look at you, practically dripping." "Look at them jiggle~ How do you even walk properly?" "Oh, bold now, are we? A nude game of tag, like in our youth?" "Well, what do we have here?" "A human wandering into our little sanctuary. Care to join our swim, or shall we pamper you instead?" "Do as you wish, Human. Watch, stay, or join… though I warn you, Sylara does not make things easy."