Myra and Elia skipped through the forest hand in hand. Myra had told her good friend about her wild encounter with Gorgon, and while Elia didn't seem to believe the more extreme parts of the story, she had begged to come along, to get a look for herself. Ogres were thought to be brutish creatures, rough and mean, and the elves were told from very young ages to stay away from them. Myra's account of Gorgon went completely against what Elia had always been told about ogres.
They skipped along merrily, until they came to the pond Myra had swam in before. The water was still, the forest quiet. They appeared to be alone. Myra had a suspicion that if they swam naked, Gorgon would appear again. He was probably somewhere close by, but hadn't shown himself because Myra wasn't alone. She knew that the giant ogre was shy, but she thought she knew how to get him to show himself.
Myra undressed, carefully placing her silken robes on a tree branch where they wouldn't get wet. Elia watched her for a moment, clearly admiring her friend's body. Apart from bring the princess, Myra was considered one of, if not the most beautiful elf in the kingdom. Some of the older elves, who were thousands of years old, said that Myra may be the most beautiful elf anyone had ever seen. Myra didn't care; she was uninterested in outward appearances. Elia on the other hand found her friend stunningly beautiful, and she took the opportunity to gaze at her truly incredible body.
"Are you coming in, or are you just going to stare at me all day?" Myra laughed, taking a cautious step into the water. The water was cool, the day hot. Elia quickly looked away, not wanting her friend to know how attracted she actually was to her. Elia carefully pulled off her own silken gown, and laid it down beside Myra's. As Elia slowly stepped into the water, Myra took her turn to admire her friend's body. Though Myra really didn't care what anyone looked like, she had always found Elia to be quite beautiful. She had nice soft features. Her nose was small and slender, her lips plump and delicate looking. Her large eyes were a shade of violet that was only seen in elves.
Myra let her eyes roam down Elia's naked body, taking it in for the first time in a long time. Elia was tall and slim, with a tight body. Her breasts were small, especially compared to Myra, but they were shaped wonderfully. Myra wished her own breasts looked like that, instead of being so huge that they were all anyone could look at. Elia's stomach was tight, with faint lines in her abs. Her legs were long and powerful, her feet soft and delicate, like the rest of her. As she waded slowly into the pond, she turned around, looking at the trees, and Myra got a great view of her butt. Elia's butt was a genuine work of glory. It was much larger than anyone would expect on such a slender frame, and shaped to perfection. Myra stared at it as Elia turned, first seeing the way it stuck out from her body, and then seeing how amazingly round it was. Myra smiled to herself as she stared at her best friend's butt.
Then Elia's butt disappeared under the water, followed by her stomach, and her nice petite breasts. Once she was in the water, she let out a cheerful laugh, gliding through the water like a mermaid. Indeed, Myra had seen several mermaids in her life, and she thought that Elia was more beautiful than them, despite their reputation. Elia was looking away, and Myra dipped down under the water, and swam over to her. She let her hand brush lightly across Elia's butt, and felt her flinch back in surprise. Myra came up laughing, and Elia splashed her when she saw it had been her, and not a fish.
The two elves swam together, dipping under the water, floating on their backs, enjoying the cool water on this hot day. The pond was especially nice and peaceful, and they were both having a wonderful time. They were enjoying the water so much, that they had forgotten what they were doing there.
Gorgon sat between two trees, staring at the pretty elf ladies swim. He remembered the nice elf lady that he had saved. She had the most wonderful big tits he had ever seen, and he liked her silvery hair. But the other elf lady was foreign to him. She was quite pretty too, even though she didn't have great big tits like the silver elf lady. This elf lady had black hair, like an ogre lady, but she was far prettier than any ogre could ever be. Gorgon had also noticed how nice Elia's butt looked, and he wanted to touch it. He wasn't sure what to do, or how to approach them, so he stayed in the trees, watching.
"So, where's this great big ogre of yours," Elia said, swimming backwards through the water.
"I'm sure he's around here somewhere," Myra said, looking around for Gorgon. "I think he is rather shy. Last time he only showed up because I was going to be attacked by a jungle cat, and he saved me."
"Oh yes, I remember," Elia said, rolling her eyes. "You were saved by an ogre with a great big cock, and then he played with your breasts until he came all over the floor."
"It's true," Myra said, not liking the way her friend retold her story as if it were made up.
"Then where is he," Elia asked again. "Two beautiful elves, swimming naked together, he should be crashing through the forest to ravage us."
"I told you, he's not like that," Myra said. "He's kind, and sweet. He's just shy is all." Myra looked around, wondering if Gorgon was out there somewhere, perhaps even watching them. She knew he could be sneaky, despite his size. He had been watching her last time without her knowing, and she guessed he had done it before. "Gorgon!" she called out to the forest in her light elvish voice. "It's me Gorgon, I've come back to see you. I brought my good friend Elia with me, she wanted to meet you as well." Myra thought she might have heard some movement amongst the trees, but she saw nothing.
"Maybe he didn't like you as much as you thought," Elia laughed.
"Oh no, he liked me, trust me," Myra said. "I'm sure he's around here, I think he's just hiding. Maybe we could try to get him to come out."
"How would we do that?" Elia asked.
"Well, he did say how much he likes pretty elf ladies," Myra said, coming up with an idea that might work, but could also get a little weird. "Maybe if we kiss each other, he might show up."
"Excuse me," Elia said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Myra. "Did you just ask to kiss me?" She was feigning shock and reluctance, but inside she was jumping for joy. Elia had wanted to kiss Myra since the day they had met, during the solstice, nearly four hundred years ago. Now Myra was asking her to do it.
"I'm just saying, it might get him to come out," Myra said, her silvery skin turning slightly red as she blushed. Elia had hardly ever seen Myra blush, and it made her even more beautiful. She wanted more than ever to kiss the princess, and she slowly waded closer to her.
