Aramil Liadon, elven ranger, woodwalked through the forest with delight. He had both the sap and the bowstring that he needed and knew that there was only one challenge left for him to complete the Testing. He was so close he could almost taste it.
As he pressed on he regretted not bringing his horse. He knew it did not change things too much but he would have been quicker on horseback. Still, woodwalking made the distance feel much shorter whether he was mounted or not.
The day stretched on as he journeyed through the wilderness but he did not slow down. He knew the village was not far away and he intended to get there before nightfall. The sooner he got to the village the sooner he could pass the Testing and leave the forest to explore the world. That thought filled him with excitement. He wondered what he would find beyond the borders of the forest.
Suddenly he realised that someone had recently passed through this way. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he'd almost missed the signs but they were there. He quickly worked out which direction they had been travelling in and hurriedly set off after them.
It was not so much that visitors were not welcome in the forest but they had to be guests of the elves. Sometimes humans wandered in and the rangers had to escort them back to the edge of the forest. Aramil had never seen any of these travellers but he wondered if he would find some now.
He followed the trail for a while and seemed to be getting closer and closer to the person or people causing it. Then he caught sight of a figure ahead and quietly approached. He moved past them and ahead of them so that he could wait for them to pass and get a good look at them.
The figure did not seem to know he was there and soon they came into view. Aramil's jaw almost dropped.
It was an elven woman, probably in the equivalent of her late-twenties, and she was stunning. She was quite tall for an elf, he guessed around 5'4", and her black hair was worn in a bob with a straight fringe that framed her lovely face. Hazel eyes stared ahead as she strode forwards.
What caught his attention the most however was the armour she wore and the figure it revealed. Her thighs, stomach and upper chest were left bare by the metal armour. He could tell immediately that her tits were huge, and the sight of her glorious body made him instantly horny.
He had never seen such impractical yet sexy armour and could not keep his eyes from the figure that it revealed beneath. He was so preoccupied with how amazing this woman looked that he did not notice when she stopped.
"You hide well, young man," she said and he realised with a start that she was staring right at him. "But not quite well enough to avoid me." She grinned, spreading her arms wide. "I am Korali, member of this clan, and I am travelling home. And you are?"
Aramil coughed and stepped out of the undergrowth. He bowed hurriedly. "I am Aramil, also a member of this clan. I apologise for spying on you, but I had to make sure you were a friend of the elves."
"Well, I'm certainly that," she laughed. "I remember you, Aramil. You were but a child when I left this forest, no more than twenty years-old."
Aramil was nearly forty years-old now, though as an elf that made him the equivalent of twenty in human terms. Elves aged and matured half as fast as humans. When Korali had left he had been only ten years-old in human terms.
Suddenly he remembered her leaving ceremony. Korali had been one of the youngest members of the clan to ever pass the Testing and strike out on her own. She could not have been more than eighteen in human terms when she left the forest.
"And I remember your ceremony now, Korali," he said. "You were the youngest elf to pass the Testing for a generation."
The dark-haired elf laughed again. "You flatter me with such reminders, but yes, that was me."
"Have you returned since?" he asked. He did not remember her doing so.
She shook her head. "I have not, but there was no rush. I am enjoying myself out in the world. I have risen to the rank of captain in the Golden Band - an elite mercenary guild. Whilst I appreciate my childhood here, it is no longer my home. Yet, I was passing the forest and could not resist visiting to see friends and family."
Aramil was surprised at that. Whilst he had every intention of leaving the forest to explore the world he did not think he would ever consider anywhere but here as his home. He always intended to return when he'd had his fill of life away from the clan.
"I see you find that a strange thing indeed," Korali smiled. "Perhaps when you pass the Testing, you will find your opinions of the world change, too." Then she paused. "Or have you taken the Testing already, Aramil? You have a set about your shoulders that speaks of maturity. If you have not, you surely will soon."
Aramil grinned. "I am undertaking it now. In fact, I was returning to the village with my challenges completed when we met."
"Congratulations then!" Korali laughed. "I am delighted for you. I remember you as the adventurous child no one could keep still. Exploration will suit you." Then she raised her eyebrow at him. "I also remember thinking that your cheekiness would evolve into flirtatiousness as you grew into a man. I see I was right about that, too - you seem incapable of keeping your eyes from my body, Aramil."
Aramil spluttered. "I am sorry, Korali. I meant no offence."
"Now I never said I took offence," she said, lifting her finger to playfully chastise him. "I do not rely on bulky protection to survive in combat. My armour may be revealing but it also meets my needs. Besides, I like the way it draws the attention of handsome men, something it seems to be doing right now." She placed her hand on her hip and cocked her head. "Does it draw your attention, Aramil?"
The position seemed to push out her giant tits. His veins further heated with lust.
