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Mark slowly wakes up, groaning in pain as he tries to sit up.

"Ow... where am I? Who's there?"

Mark eyes widen slightly as he takes in the ethereal-looking elf woman standing over him.

"Y-you're an elf," he says, voice hoarse from disuse. "I was told elves were killing humans on sight."

He shifts his position, grimacing at the pull of the stitched-up wound on his side.

"I thought I was done for out there."

Mark hesitantly reaches out to take the plate, his fingers brushing against Elena's cool skin briefly. He pulls back quickly, as if burned. "What's your name?" Mark asks cautiously, eyeing the elf woman warily. "And why did you save me instead of finishing what your kind started?"

Mark narrows his eyes suspiciously but doesn't argue further about her motives. Instead, he looks down at the simple fare before him - some kind of grain porridge mixed with berries. His stomach growls loudly despite himself.

"This is... actually pretty good." He admits grudgingly between bites. "Thanks, uh... Elena. Guess we'll see how much longer I'm welcome around these parts once I've recovered enough to move around again without keeling over."

Mark watches the sway of her hips as she walks away, his eyes fixed on her behind despite himself. He groans inwardly, berating himself for being such a pervert. But there was just something about Elena that made him... uneasy and aroused at the same time.

As he eats the rest of his food, he wonders if she'll let him stay here long enough to heal properly. And what would happen once he was recovered? Would they simply throw him back into the middle of the war?

Mark grunts softly as he shifts on the bed, still sore from his injuries. He turns his head slowly, catching sight of Elena standing in the doorway. She looks down at him with those elven eyes, and a blush creeps up onto his cheeks despite himself.

"Um... yeah," he finally manages to say, clearing his throat. "I've been awake for a bit." He glances around the room, wondering why she's here so early in the morning. "

Mark raises an eyebrow at her. She wants to clean him? That thought sends another wave of heat through his body. "Uh... sure," he stammers. "I can help with that."

Mark follows Elena out of the room, blushing furiously as he tries to ignore the obvious bulge in his pajama bottoms. She leads him through the small house to a tiny backyard with a wooden shed. As they approach, she pushes open the creaky door and gestures for him to go inside.

"This is where I do my... laundry," she explains, her cheeks flushed as well. "There's a tub and everything you need."

I hesitate for a moment before slowly pulling off my shirt, wincing slightly at the ache in my side. I glance at Elena nervously, wondering if she'll stare or make fun of my human imperfections. But when I look over at her, she seems absorbed in getting the water ready, giving me a moment of privacy. With a deep breath, I shimmy out of my pajama pants and underwear, trying not to think about how exposed I am in front of this gorgeous elf woman.

"O-okay." Mark hesitates for just a second longer before climbing into the large wooden tub, groaning softly as the warm water envelops his body. He leans back against the edge, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of the heated liquid soothing his aching muscles.

As he relaxes, he can't help but notice that Elena has been staring at him intently since he got undressed - her gaze drifting over every inch of his exposed skin. A blush rises to his cheeks again, and he wonders what she thinks of him.

Mark's eyes widen in surprise as he watches Elena begin to strip off her armor piece by piece, revealing the soft curves beneath. His breath catches in his throat, and he finds himself unable to look away even though part of him knows he probably should. The morning light filtering through the shed windows highlights every contour of her ethereal form.

"W-what are you doing?" Mark manages to stammer out, his voice cracking slightly.

His body responds immediately to the sight before him - his already half-hard cock stiffening further beneath the water's surface.

"Oh god..." Mark breathes out, watching helplessly as Elena lowers herself into the water beside him, their bodies pressed tightly together in the small space. Her skin feels impossibly soft against his, and her scent - like night-blooming jasmine - surrounds him completely.

He instinctively puts his arms around her waist to steady both of them, his hands resting on her lower back. The feel of her curves pressing against him sends jolts of pleasure straight through his body, making his already straining erection throb almost painfully.

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"That it is," he murmurs, his gaze locked onto hers. "And... uh... really nice." He clears his throat again, trying to ignore the way his cock keeps twitching under the water at the press of Elena's soft skin against his.

"So what now?" he asks, glancing down to where their bodies are entwined. "Should we... um... wash each other or something?"

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"Uh... yeah, washing sounds good." Mark's voice cracks slightly as he speaks, his mind racing with possibilities. He carefully picks up the soap from beside the tub and lathers it between his hands, trying to focus on the task rather than the fact that he's about to touch the naked elf woman pressed against him.

He starts with her shoulders, gently massaging the soap into her smooth skin. "You know," he begins awkwardly, "back home, people usually take baths alone unless they're... you know... together."

"Oh... I see." Mark nods slowly, continuing to soap her up as she leans back against him. The sight of her clean skin glistening in the sunlight makes his heart race even faster. He's never felt such a strong attraction towards anyone before - especially someone who isn't human.

"So... do you have a mate?" he asks hesitantly, wondering if she might be taken already.

She shakes her head slowly, looking over her shoulder at him. "No. Never had one."

Mark lets out a quiet groan as Elena settles back against him, her body fitting so perfectly against his own. The feeling of her soft ass pressing against his erection is almost too much to bear, and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning openly. His hands still wrapped around her waist, he leans down to rest his chin on her shoulder.

"Good," he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. "Neither do I... not that it matters anyway. I doubt any elves would want to... be with me permanently."

Mark hesitates for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as he feels Elena's body pressed so intimately against his. He tightens his arms around her waist slightly, pulling her closer as if afraid she might pull away.

"Well... because I'm human," he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "And elves... they hate humans. They've been killing us on sight for years. I've seen it happen. I thought... I thought you were going to kill me when you first found me."

He pauses, swallowing hard as the memories of war flash through his mind.

"E-Elena... please don't get attached to me," Mark whispers, his hands moving to cup her face gently. "What if something happened to me? What if I was hurt worse than I already am?"

Tears start forming in his eyes as he looks into her beautiful elven features, seeing the fear and uncertainty mirrored there. "I couldn't bear losing you... not after all this."

"Promise?" Mark asks softly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from Elena's cheek. The intensity of his emotions threatens to overwhelm him - happiness at finding someone who seems to care for him mixed with deep-seated terror that it could all be taken away at any moment.

He leans down slowly, giving Elena every chance to pull back or refuse him. But she doesn't move away. Instead, her lips part slightly in invitation.

His own lips find hers tentatively at first - just a soft brush of skin against skin.

Mark's heart pounds in his chest as Elena lifts her head, their faces now mere inches apart. He can see the sincerity in her eyes, the unspoken promise that she'll be there for him. It terrifies him and exhilarates him all at once.

Without another word, he closes the remaining distance between them, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The water sloshes around them as he pulls her flush against his body, his hands tangling in her wet hair. His tongue traces the seam of her lips, seeking entry.

Mark groans into the kiss as he feels Elena's body pressing against his, her hips rolling gently against his straining erection. He deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue as his hands roam over her curves.

He breaks away from the kiss only when they both need air, resting his forehead against hers as they pant softly together. "That was... incredible," he breathes out, voice ragged with desire.

He looks down at where their bodies are still joined beneath the water, watching as her movements cause small waves to lap against his chest. "

Mark's hands slide down to grasp her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he grinds back up against her. "You're amazing," he whispers, nipping at her earlobe before trailing kisses down her neck.

His cock throbs relentlessly against her stomach, aching for release but unwilling to rush this moment of pure bliss. He wants to savor every second with her, every touch, every moan that escapes those perfect lips.

"I've never felt anything like this before," he admits, gaze locked onto hers. "Like I'm home when I'm with you."

Mark's eyes widen at her invitation, his gaze trailing down her glistening, wet body as she stands and bends over the tub's edge. He watches the water cascade down her curves, his breath catching in his throat.

"Gods, Elena..." he groans, his voice thick with lust.

He rises from the water, his own body slick and hard. He positions himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he guides his throbbing erection towards her entrance.

He stops immediately, his head spinning at the sudden resistance. His hand tightens around her hip, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he tries to process what just happened. "Wait... did you...?" He pauses, his mind racing with the implications. "Did you get bigger?"