Sorhafe slowly, somewhat reluctantly, rose out of her magically infused bath. Her transformation from rough and ready elven ranger to winged ultra-feminine elven noble lady having just come to its orgasmic conclusion.
“Well I’m so glad to have all these gifts, but just how am I going to get back into my armor now? It’s not exactly a sure fit for this body, now is it?” She sighed wistfully, looking down at her clothes and equipment.
“Aww… clothing back up already? Did I truly miss all the fun?” Sorhafe rolled her eyes as she heard a new and yet somehow familiar voice coming up from behind her. She turned around to see a false wall in the cave slide open, revealing a secret passage she hadn’t noticed herself. Emerging from the tunnel on the other side was a striking human woman, sharp-featured with piercing dark eyes and pixie cut raven hair poking beneath a roguish hood. All that paled of course before the bountiful snowy white flesh and large bust swaddled in a scant silk chest wrap, and the tight leather leggings and gloves that hugged her gymnast’s frame. It was Virona, the rogue of Sorhafe’s party and Eric’s persona in this world, though as Sorhafe had discovered, the line between the two was smudged beyond recognition.
“You’ll have plenty more to feast your eyes upon now, just take a look at what these pools can do.” Sorhafe turned around on the spot, showing off her new appearance, fluttering her silver hair around her.
“Indeed, we got lucky, seems like Tormal managed to tunnel straight into the sorceress’s cellar, and it looks like this is where she keeps her favorite concoctions.” She raised an eyebrow. “I found more on the other side of this wall. Same thing, pools of water and signs to match… and it looks like you’ve already been sampling, Sorhafe.” She purred as she slinked closer to examine the elf. “And I approve…”
Sorhafe felt a familiar heat in her chest and her loins. She and the Rogue had even close, sure, friends and comrades, but she’d early on in their career politely turned down Virona’s rakish advances. Now though, she felt painful regret for denying herself the grace of her pouting lips, her luscious skin against hers, her lilting voice moaning her name…
“Well Virona… I’ve seen no hide nor hair of any patrols down here, looks like nature’s reclaimed this part of the cave. I think the sorceress has let this part of the cave lie fallow. We should be safe to set up camp here, raise tents…” she moved closer to the rogue. “Lay out our bedrolls, what do you think?”