Olethia closed her pale blue eyes as she listened to the sound of the rain. It was a peaceful sound, one that comforted her during the lonely day. Being the Oracle was not easy, nor was it ever a choice she made for herself. She longed for a life where she could live among the people, laugh with them and love with them. The Oracle was not allowed any of these things. She must stay pure to all, or else her visions would fade away. She was raised by the previous Oracle in the Cavern a few miles away from the village. The previous Oracle was her mother, and she never knew her father. After defiling the previous Oracle, the villagers wanted to take his life. He left and was never been able to return. Her mother passed away shortly after Olethia had mastered meditation and gained full control of her visions. This is how it always has been. Once an Oracle has been defiled, she gives birth to a daughter and lives until her job is done training her. She then lies to rest in the gentle stream that flows through the Cavern and fades away. This was seventy years ago and Olethia did not look a day past 20 years old.
Olethia sat near the stream now, tracing her fingers through the gently flowing water. A pale glow emits from the source of the stream; a sharp but small crack in the cavern wall. It has been about 3 months since her last visitor had come to see her. Villagers would approach her to use her to see a vision of the future or what is to come. Olethia sighed to herself and adjusted her silver flowing robes. She glanced down at her reflection in the water and tucked her long platinum hair behind her elongated pointed ear. It was a physical characteristic passed on each generation that made it so she could never blend in with the humans of the village, even if she tried. The other telltale feature she possessed is that her blue eyes had a shimmering glow to them, making them appear unnatural. The Oracles were of Elven descent, the last of their kind. She knew of two others who lived on the continent, but has never met them. This meant that people who wished to meet the Oracle and use her for her visions sometimes would travel for weeks, or even months, to see her.
Olethia slowly climbed to her feet and walked towards the Cavern entrance. The floor of the Cavern was a polished stone, almost like marble. The walls were lined with many small candles that never went out. She walked gracefully along the tunnel until hitting the entrance. The sun was shining, and she smiled to herself when she realized it was a sun shower. She undid her long silver robes and placed them in a neat pile on the floor. She then held a hand out, letting the rain touch her soft skin. It was warm, she thought to herself. Just down the hill next to the Cavern was a small lake, it was where the Cavern's stream led. She walked along the path with her bare feet. Her pale naked flesh was dripping from the warm rain. A cool breeze hit her as she walked; her small pink nipples grew hard as she hugged herself and hurried along the path.
Olethia scanned the area as she hit the stone stairway her mother had built into the lake. The water was a clear blue that shone in the sun. She walked down the stone stairs, her long slender legs slowly lowering in. The water was warm and she smiled to herself in delight as she sat down on the stone steps. Olethia took her long platinum hair and tossed it over her shoulder, dipping her head back to wet her hair. Cupping her hands, she rubbed the warm water over her shoulders and chest. Her hands lingered over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. She pinched her nipples and let out a small moan. It was instinct that taught her how to pleasure herself, as she had never been exposed to human sexuality. She knew of desire though, as she often seen it in the eyes of the humans who would come to the Cavern. Both men and women are drawn to the Elven Oracles. Some say it is a hormone they emit, others say it is just their exotic beauty. She arched her back as she played with her breasts, squeezing a little harder and pinching her nipples.
Her other hand disappeared under the water and went between her legs. She parted her knees apart and slipped her long slender finger between her lips. She shuddered as her finger rubbed against her clit. Her mother had warned her about self pleasuring and how it could lead her down the wrong path. Her mother always told her that if an Oracle is defiled, she will lose her gift and give birth to a daughter. It is the Oracle's obligation to pass on her gift to her daughter, and that their life will end shortly after it is done. She ignored the nagging voice in her head and started to make small, circular motions over her clit with her fingertips. Her breathing quickened and she slowly laid herself back against the stone steps. Her arched back put her lovely large breasts on display as she assaulted her nipples with rough pinches and tugs now, her other hand quickening the pace on her clit.
Jonathon stopped in his tracks when he thought he heard the sound of a woman's voice. Crap, he thought to himself, the Oracle must already have another visitor. He stopped and stood still, debating on if he should leave and come back another day. The rain had just stopped, and he could now clearly hear the sound of a woman close by. Was she hurt? He thought to himself. He gazed around his surroundings. She must be down the hill. He could see the Oracle's Cavern, and though he had traveled for 2 weeks to get here, he had to make sure the woman he could hear was okay. He made his way to the path that led down to the lake. He could hear the voice a little more clear now. Well, that doesn't sound like someone in pain, he thought to himself. He smirked and wondered what he had just stumbled upon. He could see the lake now, and realized it was the Oracle's lake. It was told in school that the Oracle never left her cavern. Jonathon wondered who was stupid enough to fool around in the Oracle's waters. The nearby villagers would punish a person who is disrespecting their Oracle.
He slowly made his way down the path, moving silently. He was a hunter by trade, and was quite agile, despite his large 6'3" frame. He stopped when he spotted the woman, who to his surprise was alone. He felt a stirring in his pants as he moved a little closer now, seeing a pair of amazing tits arched up above the water. He took another step and heard a crack. He froze in his tracks and realized he had stepped on a large twig. Busted, he thought to himself.
Olethia froze, hearing the sound of something, or someone, approaching. She sat up quickly, and dipped herself into the water. She turned around and raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she gazed up to the path. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw a man there. His face looked almost panicked as he looked around, unsure of what to do.
Jonathon let out an uncomfortable cough. "I'm sorry, I heard a voice and thought someone might be injured.." he called down to her. The sun was in his eyes and he couldn't quite make out her features. He could make out her full, pouty lips and her pale flawless looking skin. Ah, I wish she would stand up so I could take another look at those, he thought to himself.
Olethia looked at him, taking him into consideration. He seemed harmless enough, she thought to himself. She made her way back to the stone steps and stepped out of the water. Being alone for so long, she had no sense of modesty or shame of the naked body. When she performed rituals for the humans, she was always nude anyways. Water dripped down her body as she stepped out of the water. She squeezed out her long hair, tucking it behind her long, pointed ears.
Jonathan was stunned by this. She's not shy, he thought. His eyes gazed down her long, thin body, starting at her face, down her neck, over her large breasts, down her flat stomach and small waist, and to her long slender legs. He blinked, realizing what he was doing and turned around quickly. "I'm so sorry, I should have turned around. Do you have something to cover yourself with?"
Olethia tilted her head and gazed up at the embarrassed man. "No, I left it up the hill." She gave a shrug and made her way up to the path and stood behind him. "You don't have to turn away."
