Yari thought differently about her bed after that night.
Whenever she lay in it, she couldn't help but notice how spacious it was. Cold too.
Sighing, Yari brought her face to her hands and tried to shake off the memories of her first time.
It was more difficult than she had anticipated.
Elves were not very sexual, but they were deeply emotional.
Yari could recognize the scale of the intimate act they had committed together, even if, in the moment, they had all told themselves that it was a mere one-time thing. A result of drinking, attraction, and lowered inhibitions.
A bald-faced lie, if Yari had ever heard one...
Silently, she stepped into her bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
Unclasping her robe, she stares at her reflection with red ears and warming cheeks.
The evidence of that night is still clearly inscribed along her body. Multiple different sized bite marks run along her breasts, stomach, and legs.
