AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok this is it for me for now. I probably could have done this last bit better but I could feel the fire waning and I needed to get this out. Have fun with it or go your own way guys. Just glad to see this continued.
Unlocked, unguarded...and a dead end.
The doors opened upon some huge bough of the tree-palace that had been converted into a kind of garden. Loam dredged up to fill the natural (or unnatural?) bowl of tree-growth. Flowers and hedges, planted to delight the delicate senses of Elven nobility. Statues, fountains, birds, the works.
All that a sixty foot drop to the ground below at the edge.
Exhausted from the creeping shame of his marathon fantasy drag act, Jon simply gave up. Karyn would have her joke. Jon had earned only a brief respite from humiliation.
And so he found himself lounging by a marble fountain, dainty fingers trailing at the water, staring at listlessly at the listless, stunningly-sexy-but-still-virginal-and-attainable mask staring back at him. It was a pose straight out of a Disney film, and Jon knew it. It wasn't that he didn't care. It seemed to just be the way Allaria was. Whenever he paused, he found himself...well, there was no word for it but posing. As if waiting for an artist to paint Allaria's beautiful visage on the cover of some 80's fantasy novel, or some developer to snap a screenshot of elf-cheesecake to advertise some video game. He'd to leaned on a statue. His legs cocked just so, right hip out, shoulders back, back arched, breasts out, lips parted ever-so-slightly; all instinctively. Just as he had before, he knew he was doing it, he could feel himself doing it, but he just couldn't stop.
The Princess Jasmine moping by the Palace fountain pose had simply been the most comfortable-and least embarrassing-of the lot.
A twig snapped, and someone bit back a curse.
The woman in the water jumped, huge breasts bouncing with both unnatural vigor and incongruous stability, like two round jello molds anchored to her chest with stiff plastic. Jon turned, every bit as alarmed as Allaria.
To behold a man. A human man. Dark haired, clean shaven, with the glint of well wrought armor peeking from behind a white hooded cloak.
Jon gasped airily. But the man drew no closer, and lowered his hood.
" I'm...uh. Really, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spy. I was..." He blushed. "Entranced."
"Huh-Who are you?" Jon/Allaria breathed, heart somehow finding the strength to hammer beneath the weight of his stupid cow tits.
The man seemed to catch himself. He stood straighter. Tall. Impossibly tall. Or was Jon just tiny? "Darian. That is...rather, Sir Darian." He bowed awkwardly. "I'm part of the delegation from Hawre. An escort for the summit."
The summit again. What fucking summit?
Translated into Allaria: "You mean...the summit with the human Prince?"
"Yes, that would be the one."
Ok then why are you here perving on me?
Allaria: " Then why are you here? Should you not be where your duty lies?" Jon's genuine anger morphed into Allaria putting her tiny fists on her vast hips.
"Ah. That. It's just...there's nothing happening at the moment. Nothing official I mean. I wanted to explore." The man cleared his throat as Allaria relaxed, falling into a dainty cross-legged sit upon the edge of the fountain that - to Jon's mind, but he thought probably not Allaria's - revealed nothing and promised everything.I don't like where this is going.
Allaria sighed with him but said "I often wish I could go exploring..." The silence trailed a moment, along with Allaria's slender fingers in the water. Sir Darian dared to step closer. Jon found himself watching furtively from the corner of his eye. "You were...entranced?" She broached, sheepishly. Now Jon really didn't like where this was going.''
"Indeed I was." Darian smiled slyly. "I must confess, until today, I'd never even seen an elf. Much less one as beautiful as you." Jon felt Allaria's blood rush to his cheeks, Allaria's breath quickening once again.
Oh no. We're putting a stop to this right here and now. With all of his will Jon pushed to get Allaria to tell him off.
Instead...
"Beautiful?" Allaria almost scoffed quietly. "Do not make such cruel jests, sir." Huh. Ok, weird but this will work.
"Jest?" The man that, Jon suspected from his knowledge of genre conventions was probably secretly the Prince, faltered at that.
"Yes, Jest!" Jon felt Allaria's tears fill his eyes. "I know how I look!" Oh great,this cliche. Allaria stood, lower lip puffed out, hair swish-swishing behind her, breasts bouncing just enough to be obscene but not enough to knock her off balance. "I-it.." Jon choked back Allaria's sob. " It's the curse of my family, though they call it a blessing!"
"Curse?" Curse?
"Do not pretend you cannot see! They all pretend, but I know..." Allaria sniffled. "My figure. It is the blessing of lariala, the sages say. Goddess of Love and Fertility." Allaria gestured ashamed, indicating her globe sized tits and thunderous hips. "All the women of my family wear her fertility in their flesh. A mark of the Goddess.But.."
"Yes?" Sir/Prince/Whatever Darion, to Jon's consternation, seemed more concerned than perplexed.
"The other girls...the other ladies, that is..they...sob... say it makes me look like a human..."
And there it was. Allaria's great character conflict. She was actually upset she was supernaturally hot.
Kill me. Jon, thought.
