"O-Oh! The water is very hot..." the Golden Human complains, her testing foot shaking in the air vigorously. Slipping out of my clothes and letting the steam kiss the whole of my body again, I smile. Bringing a hand down from the rim of a breast and to the hip of the same side, I hear her quiver.

"It'll have time to cool down. Please, get undressed fully." I tell her, moving to the side where I left a pair of suction cups. Swishing my tail about and bending over without a care as to what she can see, I put the cups onto the tips of my points. The dangers of this slippery room vanish with no further thought required. Stretching my way back up, a finger catches gently on my lip.

Jokester's malice grows within me, and I watch this beautiful, golden woman back away. A pile of rags in her hands, ready to be thrown away at a moment's notice. I stride closer, hips swaying, one hand free while another clasps the end of the bone. Idly, my free hand weight-tests my closest breast. Firm and ready to swell with honey, perfect for my love.

But, compared to what this Golden Human is packing... I bite my bottom lip.

"Have you no shame!? W-We... I! I do not have any bathing clothes! I will have to bathe like this! WE WILL!" the adorable human panics and I giggle at the strange standards of humanity. The body is a beautiful thing to be seen and enjoyed by close lovers. Yet, even a continent away, their standards are the same. Watching her back away, I move closer. Closer and closer.

She lets out a cute noise as her back hits the wall, its pitch enough to survive the thud. An erotic growl builds in my throat and I slam a hand against the wall, trapping her in the corner. Our naked bodies collide and I moan gently at the feeling of pressed-up breasts. Her voice breaks and she struggles to make anything coherent come out.

My face goes up to her neck, and I trail my moist lips across her soft skin. Nostrils flaring up as I take in her foreign scent. Despite coming up through the Water-Veins and spending years out on the All-Coast Sea. I can smell them still, the plants and soil of her homeland. So very nearly gone, but still there, waiting to be reinvigorated.

A shame we will be washing away what remains of this smell. The muck that's slipping off of her even now, it's all that is keeping it in. It is a price I am willing to pay. Much as I adore this Einervaene for her exotic power, I cannot be having her look like a root before my precious love.

Our cheeks scrape by, the heat in hers so very, very rich, "Clothes? Bathing is the one time where all the clothes come off. Apart from when two lovers mix their honey and nectar together..."

Licking my lips and puckering them, my tongue trails along her neck. The taste of a golden woman lingers along with the filth she's picked up. Naturally, outside of the lingering taste of salt, she's not all that different from any other mortal like us. Though, the spark attacking my tongue right now. That is unique.

I start to giggle, my previous words finding a contradiction in my mind. My statement was quite the white lie. One of the most important things I packed when I left the flower was my virgin's lingerie. I will wear it when we finally consummate our love, when my precious love takes my virginity and gives me a seed. Our first child, my first child.

"G-Get off of m-me!" Einervaene squeals, my distracted tummy rubbing, allowing her the chance to get away. She slips up on a floor mat and crashes down, a groan on her lips. Leering my naughty smile over her, I leap for the nearly naked beauty. Grinding my lower half to break her mind into one of submission, magic fills my fingers. Tearing away piece by raggedy piece, I strip her down.

Her reaction to being exposed leaves me moaning passionately, my gyrations speeding up.

Coming to a halt, one hand cups my chin, the other cupping its attached shoulder, "Don't worry about what you'll wear. I'll let you borrow some of my clothes. They'll be far more suited to a petal like you. Someone as beautiful and as bright as you..."

Letting my sweet, rose-scented breath fill her nose. I push myself up and off. Extending the offer down to the stuttering girl, I put her on her feet. Keeping her stable as she adjusts to being reduced to her barest bottom.

Holding her hand, we walk over to a small stool and I set her down on it. Much as I want to see her cleaned, I don't want to make the water too filthy. My earlier needs mean I have to clear myself of mud and muck as well. Moving myself over the curled up woman, my tail lingers over the bath so I can get an idea of its temperature.

Too hot.

Picking up a soap-soaked cloth, I begin to wash Einervaene. Tightly grasping her closest arm as I wash her back, I am almost forced to restrain her. She's quick to react to each touch I make and folds back in on herself at the first chance. I giggle close to her ear.

The utter hilarity of seeing a human-petal have no confidence in her exposed, tender flesh. Getting her back cleaned up, I prod at the defences of her front. Noting one place I can go to, to force out her chest, I slip my tail down. It slithers along her back and right down between...

The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

"EEEEEEEEEEPPPPP!?" she screeches, arms shooting out while her front bursts forward. Launching forward, I clasp her breasts with cloth-covered hands. The firm grip on her mounds locks her body up. Her voice jitters and breaks with each little bit of pressure I apply. She bites down on her fingers, moaning against them as I squeeze.

I do believe this is the first time a human has ever been on the receiving end of my years of experience. So much time being taught on how to handle a woman's body. So many years of applying that knowledge to the deserving members of my flower. The women who depended on me as their ivy-mother. Petals and stems, those with child and those preparing the make one.

Humans may not produce honey like we aelenvari might, but the efforts are pleasurable all the same. For all intents and purposes, our breasts are the same. The means to a delightful end. The size difference between our chests is all the more pronounced. Her pair being in my hands...

She's bigger than me. Softer. Juicier. So much more room for a woman's delicacy.

Mine are firmer. At the very least, they'll keep their shape far better than hers. Hers may be large and well-rounded in their shape, but there's no strength to them. Yet, I am filling with worry all the same. Maybe now that my precious love has developed a harder outside as a result of his... Transformation.

Maybe he'll be more interested in softer breasts, like Einervaene's?

I can easily understand why. He was a human, so he'll naturally have a bias towards their women. Just like I once never looked the way of any non-aelenvari man blessed enough to see me. I kept my heart on Oak'endoor despite his fixation on those named after... Golden dandelions.

I look at the gold ahead of me.

"A-Ah! Ah..." Einervaene whimpers, my fingers pinching her nipples harshly. The pain and pleasure mix well, my anger finding its vent. Letting go of her chest, the noble-born human collapses, her lungs desperate for air. I keep a hold of her trembling body, caressing her back instead.

Resting against her, my cheek takes her shoulder as its pillow, "I must know, Einervaene. Are you attracted to my precious love?"

Her eyes snap around to me and we stare deeply into each other's gaze. She's incoherent, unable to speak. She gulps with some force. Her back straightens out without me and her legs cross over, hiding her seedless pot.

"No." she answers firmly, but it's not good enough for me.

"N. O?" I go, questioning her answer and bringing the exposed nerves back out.

"I don't... I don't even know what he looks like... Why would I be attracted to him!?" she elaborates with uncertainty, my body increasingly looming over her.

I know we do not see the same things, our eyes working completely different. However, I know fully that we do not need to see the same things to feel the same things. Even earlier, I explained it to her, how to focus her senses on what matters. The arcane strength of another.

Humans were the first mortals, that is their accolade that no one else can have. From their historic times as the Claymen, they have changed and grown into what they are now. The impact on the world created us aelenvari. All other mortal races come from humanity in some way. When the blood of the God of Creation soaked the earth and soils, mankind arose.

She has the lineage to understand things with a nuance that I will never fully grasp...

"You say that, but your attention to him exists because you mistook him as the strongest. Your body yearned for his presence, you clearly have an understanding of who the best man is in these parts."

"I... I-I-I I d-don't like him! I just mistook him for my mother's friend, that is all. I swear!" she insists, and I take the answer for what it is.

"Then let's keep it that way then, hmmm?" I suggest innocently, letting out some of my magic so it can pulsate so very close to her skin. My mind constantly refreshes the experiences I had with the Thief. How she obstructed my efforts with Oak'endoor and how she tried to steal my precious Nin from me as well. I can feel it. I am no fool. I know the truth of this woman underneath me...

She's stronger than me. Though the way she glows is not what I am familiar with, I can still tell that she is bright. Her magic is greater than mine. It is also exotic. When Nin learns to see like I do, I will not stick out. I will need to drown this growing problem-seed before it can sprout. Feed it to beasts as feed if I must.

"F-Fine!" she squeaks, her body trembling as she covers herself up and shoots herself away. Letting her force her way out, I watch her move towards the bathtub. My tail tests the air again to measure the temperature. It needs some cold water.

"There we go." I say, letting the cool tap blast out its load for a quick moment. She gets into the tub, crawling all the way to the other end. There's plenty of room in here, a whole group could share it, even. More than enough room for my love to pin me against its sides. My pot all his for the taking so he can fill me with even more seeds.

Heaving my initial arousal out, I feel my nipples harden. My face heats up at my thoughts and I feel my breasts, tweaking at the blood-filled flesh. To waste my energy, rubbing myself in anticipation of the nights to come with my love. I keep going, running a dry fingerprint over my...

There is no honey leaking from them. They had leaked plenty before my love was lost to me. I know I still have the capacity to spill honey. Aroused activity at night helped me sleep when he departed. And yet, he's back, stronger than he was before and more of a treasure than then, too.

He can command his external-magic now and nothing is happening...

Is this a result of his new form? Is my body still treating him as nothing more than an osibindah even though my heart and mind are not? It worries me deeply as I know I love him true. Yet, still, I cannot enact my love if my body refuses to give it.

The confidence in my stance shrivels up, and I retreat into the bath.

This is just a temporary problem. It's all it is. I need time to adjust to his transformation, some more training, and I'll forget all about it. It will drown in the envy of our lessers, as I am granted the right to be close to him and they will never be within spitting distance. I can only hope that will be the case. To be put into a situation where I... I cannot tolerate it, the idea of me being disloyal to my love.

I will not tolerate it!