Sorhafe went on stretching, extending, and retracting her new wings, admiring the novel appendages. As she experimented with these extensions of herself, the elf became one step at a time more mesmerized with the high of flying. After doing a series of laps around the cavern, she gently coasted back to the floor.
“I wonder… if just a sip from the pool did this, what could a full immersion do?” Sorhafe’s eyes immediately drifted over to the Elf Spring. “I mean… if I’m an elven ranger, surely I could use *more* elveness… maybe this will give me better eyes, or reflexes, or hearing?” Deep down, she knew what elven attribute she really hoped it would enhance, the petals of her womanhood warming to the thought.
“The worst thing that could happen is nothing.” She told herself as she unfastened her belt and dropped trow, letting her leggings, leather pads, and fur loincloth drop to the ground. Her green hunter’s cloak, sling bag, quiver and bow, dagger sidearms, and boots and gaiters quickly followed. Standing fully in nude, she had the bonus of seeing the full extent of her lithe and graceful form, the long slender limbs with powerful thighs, her perky breasts gracefully sweeping down to a smooth, toned abdomen situated on a narrow waist and supportive hips. One of her hands twirled a strand of her silver hair, while the other traced the assortment of small scratches and scars across her body that gave her a certain battle-worn quality.
She stepped into the pool, her body chilling and her arms and neck alighting with goosebumps as she sank first waist, then chest deep into the lighted water. She waited a few moments, content to simply enjoy the bath and assuming that the water had no effect on her further. Then she gasped as she felt the sides of her head burning. Reaching upward, she confirmed that her modestly pointed ears were starting to lengthen, a shock of pleasure shooting down her back and squarely into her loins as they tapered out into fantastically long and grandiose shapes, sweeping far back behind her head and poking out of her silver mane. The same silver tresses that were lengthening down her shoulders and over her back and chest. The chest too which had gained more than a few inches of sheer size for good measure. At that, Sorhafe gave in, she s snatched one of her erect nipples in her fingers and started massaging them to her immense satisfaction. The other hand delayed no longer, dispensing with the teasing as her dexterous digits plunged to her hot and slick entrance, exuding heat into the cold water as she spread her legs wide. “The only thing that could make this better is another lady doing this… if masturbation’s this good, what will sex be like?” She purred, back arching as she flooded in the pool, her femmcum mingling with the enchanted waters. Her large eyes, now a bright monochromatic purple, stared down upon her new reflection, admiring what the bath had done for her.
“This is amazing! Why did I ever have any doubts about this game?” She cooed.