As the sun rose up into the sky which shined through the barred window of Geon's prison cell, he felt himself slowly gather his surroundings and gain back his sight. He felt very well rested, albeit a little stiff due to the hard, uncomfortable bedding which he lied upon. Groaning softly, he slowly arched his body up into a seated position and scanned his surroundings. The cell which he woke up in was unlike any prison cell he had ever seen; it was spotless, smelt like freshly cut grass and looked more inviting than any inn he had spent the night in. He would have been shocked that this was a cell if it wasn't for the solid marble bars on the door and one window which shot a beam of warm sunlight into. The adventurer stood stretching his back and arms to work away the grogginess of sleep.
During this time, he wondered what had happened to him. Just as he seemed to start thinking about last night in the woods the doors from across the room creaked open loudly, with one burly man entering along with two womanly figures close behind him. "You are awake human?" the larger man asked. Geon turned to face him, clearly observing the soft looking material of his clothing and pointed ears. Indeed, the old man's theory was correct and that elves where real, living in a city inside a forest. The two women where twirling their hair with their fingers as they giggled softly to one another glancing at Geon from his face then darting to his lower body.
It was then Geon realised that he felt different than usual...he felt clean. Looking down over himself he noticed that his attire had been changed. Upon further inspection it was clear that he had been cleaned also. "What are you going to do with me?" He asked the big elven male with as much intimidation as he could.
"You are to take part in the ceremony." The man replied calmly. The two women giggled louder, biting their lips and looking at him more. The man who accompanied them scowled and gracefully turned on the spot and clapped his hands "Away with you both! Report to the princess and see whether she is of proper attire." The women suddenly wiped their faces clear of any enjoyment and bowed deeply, leaving the dungeon whispering to themselves, trying to get one last look of Geon before the door closed behind them.
"So...what ceremony is this? Will I be some form of sacrifice?" Geon asked more determined to try and get answers. He changed his stance from a casual stand to more of a defensive position, balling his fists up ready to attack if the man tried to take him from the cell. The man boomed a loud laugh, retrieving a key from his back pocket.
"No! You will not be sacrificed. Come out and follow me, I will tell you everything human...I promise you won't be in any harm." The man gave a warm smile which gave Geon a sense of security. He didn't know why, but he trusted the elf before him. Slowly he moved back to a natural stance as the man opened the cell door, gesturing him to come out of the small room.
Amyla sat on the edge of her bed naked. Her thighs pressed together with her hands resting on them. Behind her was the two serving girls Suki and Belle, whom had just come from the dungeon. "What is he like?" the princess asked worriedly.
"Handsome!" Suki exclaimed eagerly.
"And rather well spoken." Belle added as they both combed their mistress' bright soft blonde hair. Amyla could feel herself getting more nervous and excited, but showing no intrigue about what was going to happen.
"I see." She said in reply. Looking up she could see the outfit which was made for this ceremony (If you could call it an outfit.). It was mainly bright gold jewellery, bangles for her left and right arms as well as the same for her shins, close by where pure white boots with large heels made of soft cloth which was to be worn under the bangles. She was also made to wear a tiara with a large emerald stone encrusting the centre of the metal. Her vagina was covered by yet more golden accessories which hugged her wide hips, a loincloth draped over the front and back. Finally, two thin cloths (made of the same material as the boots) where attached to a thick necklace which would cover her breasts, however due to her natural huge bust, the cloth would probably not cover 10% of her chest.
"Daughter?" A muffled voice called from outside of the room called. "Am I able to enter?" the voice added. Amyla blushed heavily and shot up as fast as she could, hearing the doorknob turning to be opened.
"NO!" she called loudly in her quiet, feminine voice "I am not decent!" the doorknob stopped turning and retracted to its original axis.
"Very well. Please call once you are clothed. I must read the contract before you are moved to the alter." Amyla looked toward her serving girls and signed. As the king spoke they left the bed and began retrieving the ceremonial garb. Amyla stood there as they placed the jewellery on her, seeing outside as a crowd began to gather. She bit her lip as the crowd started to murmur and look up at the room Amyla was to try and see if she was there. She was glad that the room was so high up and at the perfect angle so the people could not see her in her birthday suit. The lower part of her outfit was finished, she felt the cloth brush against her which sent a shiver up her spine.
Looking to her right into a large mirror placed there for this occasion, she saw how little the back of the loincloth covered her huge ass, nestled cosily between her ass cheeks. She sighed deeply and blushed, she liked being in clothing which was revealing, but something like this was too much!
After another few minutes, she was fully outfitted in the 'clothing' she looked at herself one last time. She smiled a little. The outfit may have been slutty, but she looked damn good in it...She hoped the human liked it too. The king entered the room, shadowed by another elf woman, looking more motherly than Amyla; and her husband, Revan. Her father seemed to avert his gaze in order to avoid looking at his daughter in such a crude outfit. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.
