Maraya cast off and floated to the center of the calm pool, the still waters rippling out around her as she drifted. Hannah tried to make sense of what she saw and came up short. The pond seemed like it was waste deep at most, yet once Maraya dived in, it was suddenly deep enough that the elf could easily tread water. Then again, that was so far down the list of weird happenings tonight it didn’t phase her for long. Hannah shuffled side to side, at once eager and yet reticent. She parted one of the bangs from her face and looked down bashfully.
“I would, I mean I’d love to! But I’m not sure I’m what you’re looking for- I can’t even swim for a start.” Hannah looked down at her altered reflection, reaching out with a finger to meet the surface, and watching as the water rippled out where her finger disturbed the glassy mirror of the water.
“Are you sure about that? Take another look.” Maraya alluded to her left hand.
Hannah held her palm to the light and gasped as she examined the tip of her index finger that touched the surface. There it was, pale robin egg blue pigment to the skin and an emerald green finger nail.
Maraya reached out a hand, lacing their fingers together. “The knowledge, the magic, the perspective- it will all come naturally, if you just go out on a little faith.” She snickers, “swimming most definitely included.”
She couldn’t articulate what the elf’s words did to her, but she felt assured, comfortable, loved when she spoke to her, and she sensed the feelings were mutual. It was as if she was a companion of many years, even though they’d known each other an hour at most. She smiled and squeezed Maraya’s hand, then all at once she took the plunge.
Hannah felt a chill tingle down her spine as the cool water engulfed her. The meager skirt and top she’d been clothed in vanished first in a cloud of foam and surf. She opened her eyes to see in the water, clear and sharp as though she stood on dry land, and there before her Maraya’s body in all its perfection. The chill of the the water gave way to the heat of the elf’s body as they embraced each other. Maraya’s lips wrapped around one of Hannah’s breasts, and as her tongue teased around her areola, the human gasped in pleasure. At first she panicked when the air escaped her lungs in the process, only for her to inhale a deep, refreshing breath of clean water. She looked down with awe in her eyes as her chest surged up, her unassuming bust rising to match the other feminine members of the elven conclave. She pushed up her assets, urging Maraya on further as she turned her attentions from one breast to another.
Hannah gasped from the thrill of her changes as the blush in her cheeks turned from rose to dark blue along with the rest of her face became something new. The surreal distortion of sound by the water in her ears became entirely clear as her ears swept upward, parting her hair. All the while the businesslike bun on her head restyled as it grew longer, cascading down her back in a trio of long braids pinned by a long silver needle. An elaborate hairstyle paying homage her prior human ancestors, while proudly boasting its new sea green hues.
No longer Hannah, Hannasil gave back to her lover. She spread open her legs as her skin shifted to azure from the waste down. Maraya reciprocated as the pair’s hips ground into each other at a frenzy. Hannasil buried her countenance deep into Maraya’s cleavage as hummed her pleasure into the queen’s chest. As they struck a rhythm between the both of them, Hannasil’s mind drifted to many delightful possibilities. Pleasing and being pleasured by her queen, of the quarters she’d soon share with Jannavie, and the other future royal concubines of the house of Wave and Moon. Her, Maraya, Kenzia, Jannavie, loving all of them together and each one separately. Long May the gods smile on the union of the sea and moon, and the daughters of both kindred. Hannasil moaned, her voice rich and sultry as the new Waveborn climaxed under her mistress’s ministrations. They sank to the bottom of the water, cuddling up and comforting each other as they took in the moment. Looking up at the surface, they grinned as they noticed the outline of two ashen figures looking down into to water at them. The sea elves reached up, beckoning their Drow allies down to them.