"What is this place?" I asked, four orgasms later.
Elsa lay on the warm floor, naked and smiling. I could still feel her lips against mine. There were light tinglings on my back, spots where she scratched a little too hard. I lay beside her, running my forefinger on her flat stomach. She smacked her lips then spoke.
"This is an ancient source that's been here longer than us," she said. "One of my ancestros stumbled upon it long ago, when there was no Merinsk, no Biarkh either. He was badly injured. According to the tales passed on to us, he had just survived a devastating war between humans and some other race.
"He thought he was about to die, when he saw this natural spring. He decided if he were to die, he'd rather die with warm bones. He got in that pool over there, and heard a voice speak to him."
"Nothing good comes out when unknown voices speak to you," I commented.
