REBORN AS A HIGH ELF SLAVE

The group kept walking through the village streets as the golden light slowly faded. Carriages creaked along behind them. 

When they reached in front of the biggest inn in Oakhaven, The Oak’s Rest, everyone slowed down and looked up at the sturdy wooden building.

The stout innkeeper stepped out to meet them, wiping his hands on a dirty apron. His round face broke into a wide smile when he saw Alaric and the size of their group. “Well now, look at ye lot! Big bunch this time, eh? Rooms be tight, but we’ll squeeze ye in somehow. Many new faces too, I see. Hm, hmmm.”

After the warm welcome from the innkeeper himself, most of the elves managed to get rooms inside, though a little cramped. 

They bunked together, five or six people to a room, sharing beds and floor space without complaint, given how their living standards were up until now. The servants and stronger elves helped carry the injured ones upstairs. 

Eon watched it all, making sure everyone had a place. The inn was packed tighter than before. He guessed it made sense for a village sitting right between a county and a marquisate; travelers probably passed through all the time.

After everyone else found spots, only Eon and Elora were left standing in the busy entrance hall, almost like the same scene from before was repeating itself. 

The stout innkeeper scratched his head and gave them an awkward look. “Sorry, lad. No more rooms ‘ere. All full up. Try tha’ Willow Inn down tha’ way. They might ‘ave somethin’.”

Feeling dejected, Eon nodded. He had expected this somehow. Staying behind to make sure everyone got their rooms after a day’s journey was in itself a job only he was willing to take. Even Elsa, who never lets him do heavy tasks by himself, left him, as she was dead tired herself. And he didn’t find it in himself to ask anyone else to stay behind with him. 

Only Elora stood beside him. But her intention for staying behind was clear as day to Eon. When he saw her trying her hardest not to smile too obviously, he knew she likely predicted that this would happen. That they would be the only people at last.

Still, with the hope of finding more than one room for each one, he left the Oak’s Rest and walked the short distance to the Willow Inn, Elora beside him. 

The familiar building came into view, warm light glowing from its windows, as evening was getting close. Elora walked closer to him now, her shoulder brushing his arm every few steps. Eon could tell exactly what was going on in her head. That little smile and the way she kept brushing with him said it all- something naughty for sure.

The woman behind the counter at the Willow Inn looked up when they walked in. Her eyes widened for a second, then she gave an awkward laugh, clearly remembering them from two nights ago. 

“Oh, back again so soon?” she said, her voice teasing and knowing. 

Feeling a little exposed by the woman’s gaze, Eon nodded and said, “Need two rooms for one night.”

The woman fiddled with a few keys on the ring, taking her time. Finally pulling out a single key toward him, “Only one room left tonight, I’m afraid. Upstairs on the left.”

Eon knew she was lying. The way her mouth curved and her eyes sparkled made it obvious. She was practically pushing them together on purpose. Still, he didn’t say anything about it. He reached out and snatched the key from her hand before she could pass it to Elora.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

He turned and climbed the wooden stairs quickly, his boots thumping on each step. Elora followed right behind him, her footsteps light and quick, afraid of him shutting the door before she entered. He could feel her excitement without even looking back.

When they reached the room, Eon unlocked the door and pushed it open. 

***

The room was itself bigger than he expected. Much bigger. A large bed took up one side, and through an open doorway on the right, he saw a private washroom with a wide tub. That was rare for an inn like this. 

Eon stood there for a moment, taking it all in. At first he felt annoyed at the innkeeper for forcing them into this setup, but the sight of the clean, fancy room after a long day on the hard road quickly washed that feeling away. A small smile crept onto his face.

Elora stepped inside behind him and closed the door. “Hmm… this is nice,” she said softly, already looking toward the washroom.

Eon started to get his cloak off of himself and started walking toward the washroom alone. “I’ll clean up first. You can go after me.”

He had only taken a few steps when he heard soft footsteps right behind him. Elora was following him, close enough that her breath brushed his shoulder.

Eon stopped in the doorway and turned around. “Elora, wait. I said I’ll go first.”

Elora didn’t stop. She slipped past him into the washroom with a small smile. “We shouldn’t waste water. It must’ve taken so many trips and time to fill the tub. Let’s just do it together.”

Before he could argue, she was already inside. Eon sighed and followed her in, knowing it was pointless to fight her when she got like this.

The moment he stepped into the small warm room, Elora didn’t waste any time. She pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her pants followed right after. She stood there completely naked, her smooth skin glowing in the soft lantern light. Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath of hers, nipples already hard from the cool air. The curve of her hips and the soft patch between her thighs made Eon’s throat go dry at a small glance that he took.

“Elora…” he started, his voice rough. He tried to look away, but his eyes kept drifting back to her body. Heat rushed through him. “Aren’t we supposed to just clean up? Why are you taking off your full clothes?”

She stepped closer, her fingers already working on his belt, despite him trying to get her away. “Who said we have to just wipe ourselves in an inn with clothes? Don’t you see the full tub of water? We can both take a bath together. And can’t we clean up and have a little fun at the same time?” 

She pulled his clothes off one by one, taking her time, letting her hands brush against his skin. When his pants came down, his cock sprang free, already hard and aching from seeing her naked body. Elora’s eyes darkened with hunger as she looked at it.

“See? Your body isn’t as reluctant as your mouth,” she teased, wrapping her fingers lightly around him and giving one slow stroke.

Eon groaned and grabbed her wrist. “Elora… tomorrow is going to be another long ride. We should….”

She pressed her naked front against his, cutting him off. Her soft breasts pushed into his chest as she reached for the rough soap. “Then we’ll be quick. Or maybe not.” She turned him around gently and started washing his back, without giving him any chance to stop her. Her hands moved slowly over his shoulders and down his spine. 

Then she leaned in, rubbing her bare breasts against his skin as she worked the soap in circles.

The slippery, warm pressure of her pointy nipples dragging across his back made his cock twitch. “Fuck… you’re not playing fair, Elora,” he muttered, gripping the edge of the tub tighter, as his legs were about to give out.

Elora laughed softly, a low, eager sound. “Who wants to play fair?” She pressed harder, sliding her breasts up and down his back while her hands moved lower, over his hips and the top of his ass. One hand slipped around to his front, wrapping firmly around his throbbing cock. She stroked him slowly, teasing the head of his cock with her thumb as she continued rubbing her chest against him.

“Doesn’t this feel better than washing alone?” she whispered against his ear, her breath hot. She gave him a firmer stroke, then loosened her grip, teasing him until he pushed his hips forward on his own.

Eon’s breathing grew heavy. He was trying so hard to stay in control, but her eager touch and the way her slick breasts kept gliding over his skin made it almost impossible. “You’re getting naughty by day, Elora…”

“And what’s wrong with it?” she whispered, her voice playful and full of want. She stroked him faster, twisting her hand at the head while her other hand soaped his chest. She kept pressing her body into him from behind, letting him feel every soft curve.

After a while, she turned him around to face her. Water and soap made their skin slick. She looked up at him with her bright, hungry eyes, and before he figured out anything, she kissed him hard, her tongue slipping into his mouth while her hand kept working between his legs. 

Eon finally gave in a little more, his hands grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. He kissed her back deeply, one hand moving up to squeeze and knead her left breast, thumb brushing over her stiff nipple.

Elora moaned into his mouth and arched into his touch, feeling a little ticklish. She broke the kiss just enough to whisper, “Touch me too… I’m already wet.”

Her words made him throb in her hand. Eon slid his fingers between her thighs, finding her hot and slippery folds. He rubbed her slowly, matching the rhythm of her strokes. 

They stayed in the washroom for a long time, bodies slippery, hands exploring, teasing each other with slow, hungry touches while her breasts kept pressing and rubbing against his chest.

Elora kept whispering naughty little things between kisses. “More.. touch me more, Eon….”

Eon also groaned, his reluctance melting more with every stroke and every brush of her body. The steam in the room grew thicker. Their movements became more eager, more desperate, but still not going all the way.

Finally, by the time the washing ended, Eon stepped out of the tub, feeling sweatier and more exhausted than before entering the washroom.

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