A few minutes later, the entire atmosphere of the treehouse had changed.
Gone was the intimate haze of indulgent feeding. In its place bloomed a sense of momentous occasion, a thrilling, giddy energy that hummed through the ancient wood and perfumed the air itself.
The great door creaked open.
And in stepped Luminara and Mearie, two women of perfect representations of maternal beauty made divine.
Luminara, the ageless Elven Primordial, wore a shimmering gown of woven starlight and emerald silk. The fabric clung lovingly to her statuesque figure, hugging her lush hips, slender waist, and heaving, milk-swollen breasts in a way that was equal parts regal and sinfully inviting. The long slit up one thigh revealed legs so perfect no sane man could resist their temptation. Her bare feet padded across the floor with the ethereal grace that marked her as the mother of all elves, with the faint chiming of her anklets echoing her every step.
