As they made their way down the winding corridor, Ash couldn't help but notice how different this place was from Aria's home.
Where her dwelling had been embraced by nature, with trees and flowers growing wild and free, here the walls told different stories. Intricate patterns flowed across the surfaces – delicate flowers, intertwining vines, and abstract designs that seemed to shimmer in the soft light.
"These are beautiful," Ash said, running his fingers along one particularly detailed pattern. "Did you make these?"
Lira beamed, sliding closer to him. "I did! Art is my passion." She traced one of the flowing lines with her finger, her other hand resting casually on Ash's arm. "Each pattern tells a story – see how these vines intertwine? It represents the connection between all living things."
Her closeness was distracting, the warmth of her breasts against his arm making it hard to focus on the art.
She seemed completely at ease with physical contact, pulling him along to show him different sections of her work.
"Lira's always been the creative one," Naya commented from behind them, carrying a basket of bathing supplies. Her voice carried a hint of pride. "She can spend days working on a single design."
As they walked, Lira continued pointing out various details, her enthusiasm infectious. "And this one here – see how the flowers seem to dance? I created that after watching the spring festival last year." She pressed closer to Ash as she explained, either oblivious to or unconcerned with how her proximity affected him.
He could feel his dick harden with each contact.
'Gods', Ash thought, trying to keep his mind focused on the art and not on the feeling of her soft skin against his. 'How do they not realize what they do to me?'
Finally, they reached their destination. The bathing area was unlike anything Ash had seen before – a large pool surrounded by dark, opaque glass that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.
Steam rose gently from the water's surface, creating an almost mystical atmosphere.
Ash stood transfixed, taking in the sight, until a gentle tap on his head brought him back to reality. He turned to find Naya smiling at him.
"We should get started," she said kindly. "You'll need to remove your clothes – we have somewhere important to take you afterward. Something that might help with your memories."
"Where are we going?" Ash asked, grateful for the distraction from his current situation.
Lira bounced excitedly, her melons followed her movements. "Oh! Is it the procreation ceremony? I completely forgot that was today!"
Naya nodded. "One of the elves has finally volunteered. It's been quite a while since the last one."
Ash's ears perked up at this. The question of procreation had been nagging at him since he'd realized the apparent absence of males in this world. Now, finally, he might get some answers.
"We should hurry," Lira said, already reaching for the string of her garment. "The best spots fill up quickly – everyone attends these ceremonies."
Before Ash could process what was happening, Lira's clothing fell away. He waited before he averted his eyes, making sure he caught a glimpse that made his throat go dry. Her nipples were not only pink; they were perfectly sized and placed on her chest.
'Like fucking Hell.'
"Here, let me help," Naya's voice came from behind him, cutting his trail of thought, her hands already reaching for his clothes.
He felt the fabric lift away, leaving him exposed. A moment of panic seized him – would they notice how different he was?
Lira approached, curiosity evident in her expression as she studied his chest. Her hand reached out, fingers trailing across his skin. "You're built so differently," she mused.
Naya joined her sister's inspection. "How old are you? I've never seen an elf without..." she gestured to her own chest.
His eyes went straight to Naya's melons. They were not as large as Aria's but they were firm and perfectly round. In the dim light, her nipples glistened slightly, he could swear there was milk in those soft mounds.
"I... I can't remember," Ash pulled himself and managed, grateful for the convenient excuse his amnesia provided. The sisters exchanged glances but seemed to accept this explanation.
"Let's hurry so we won't be late." Naya said as she moved first, stepping gracefully into the pool.
Ash couldn't help but watch her movements, the way the steam seemed to dance around her waist , down her ass cheeks.
His contemplation was interrupted by Lira pressing against his back, her arms wrapping around him in what seemed to be her signature casual embrace. He could feel her nipples suffocating between his back and her chest.
"Come on," she urged, guiding him toward the water. "You haven't experienced a proper bath until you've bathed with us. We're much better at this than Aria."
Despite his racing thoughts and the intimate situation, Ash found himself smiling. There was something disarmingly genuine about Lira's enthusiasm and Naya's quiet confidence.
"The water's perfect," Naya called out, already submerged to her shoulders. "And we should hurry if we want to make it to the ceremony on time."
As Ash stepped into the warm water, Lira still guiding him with her hands on his shoulders, he couldn't help but wonder what other surprises this world had in store for him.
The procreation ceremony particularly intrigued him – how did a society of seemingly all female elves continue their population?
"So," he ventured, trying to keep his voice casual as he settled into the water, "what exactly happens at these ceremonies?"
Lira laughed, the sound echoing off the glass walls. "Oh, you'll see. It's quite... magical." She exchanged a knowing look with Naya that made Ash even more curious.
"First things first," Naya said, reaching for some bottles from her basket. "Let's get you properly cleaned up. We can't have you attending your first ceremony looking unkempt."
As the sisters began their bathing ritual, Ash found himself both nervous and excited about what was to come.
This world continued to surprise him at every turn, and he had a feeling the ceremony would be unlike anything he'd experienced before – or at least, anything he could remember experiencing.
The warm water enveloped him, and despite his racing thoughts about what was to come, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. Whatever this ceremony might reveal, at least he wasn't facing it alone. Though sometimes overwhelming, the sisters' presence was oddly comforting – even if their casual intimacy tested his self-control at every turn.
"Close your eyes," Naya instructed, holding up a bottle of what appeared to be some sort of soap. "This is made from moonflowers – it'll help you relax."
As the gentle scent of flowers filled the air, Ash closed his eyes and allowed himself to be tended to.
He felt four hands against his skin, knowing both of them were caring for him—but he couldn't tell who was tending to his chest and who was moving lower, as his eyes remained shut.
He tensed as he felt the touch of one of the hands on his cock. The person's cool fingers traced the outline of his cock through the thin material, causing it to twitch in anticipation.
He heard the rustle of fabric as Lira leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin. "What's this? It's beautiful," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.