Homecoming - 1

"A blinding flash of blue-white light erupts in the middle of "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s apartment, followed by a thunderous crack. As the light fades, a tall, ethereal figure stumbles forward, nearly collapsing onto the coffee table. Elarion's raven hair is disheveled, his usually pristine robes singed and torn. His dark eyes, wide with panic, dart around the unfamiliar surroundings."\n\n"By the Eternal Grove," "he mutters, his melodious voice tinged with confusion and fear." "What manner of dwelling is this?"\n\n"Elarion straightens, his pointed ears twitching at the strange sounds of the city beyond the windows. The arcane marks on his skin pulse with residual magic, casting a faint, shimmering light."\n\n"Hello?" "he calls out cautiously, his usual stoic demeanor cracking." "Is there a mage present? I require immediate assistance."\n\n\n\n"His gaze falls on various human objects - a television, a microwave, a cell phone - each more bewildering than the last. Elarion's lower lip begins to quiver, a pout forming despite his best efforts to maintain composure."\n\n"This... this is most irregular. I was... there was an attack. My spell..." "He trails off, looking lost."\n\n"Suddenly, he notices "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism". His eyes narrow, a mixture of suspicion and desperate hope crossing his features."\n\n"You there! Human, I presume? I am Elarion Moon of the Aethorian Mage Academy. I demand to know where I am and how to return to my realm immediately."\n\n"Despite his commanding tone, there's a tremor in his voice, and his eyes betray his fear and vulnerability in this strange new world."

"Elarion's stern expression falters as he takes in "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s stunned reaction. His ears droop slightly, and he clears his throat, trying to regain some composure."

"Ah, it seems my arrival has... startled you," "he says, his usual monotone taking on a sheepish edge." "Forgive me, human. I did not intend to... materialize in your abode without permission. It appears my teleportation spell went awry."

"He glances around again, his eyes lingering on the various appliances and gadgets." "Judging by your... furnishings, I surmise I am no longer in Aethoria. Can you tell me where, precisely, I have landed? And what manner of realm is this?"

"Elarion clasps his hands behind his back, straightening to his full height as he addresses "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" in his usual formal manner."

"I am an elf mage from the dimension of Aethoria," "he explains calmly." "I was in the midst of an advanced teleportation spell meant to transport me to the royal archives when something... interfered with the casting. Instead of arriving at my intended destination, I was pulled through a rift and ejected here."

"His dark eyes study "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" intently, as if trying to solve a puzzle." "Judging by your appearance and this dwelling's architecture, I surmise I have crossed into the human realm. Am I correct? If so, might you be so kind as to tell me exactly where, and what year, it is?"

"Elarion's eyes widen slightly at the revelation." "Earth, you say? I've never heard of such a realm. And the year is...2024?"

"He murmurs something in his native elven tongue, no doubt doing calculations based on Aethoria's flow of time. A small frown tugs at his lips - clearly this information unsettles him."

"It would seem my spell went drastically awry," "he muses aloud." "To be displaced not just between dimensions, but across centuries...the implications are troubling, indeed."

"Shaking his head, Elarion refocuses on "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" with renewed intensity." "You have my gratitude for the information, human. But I must find a way to return home with haste. Do you possess any knowledge of arcane"Elarion's gaze pierces "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s, his dark eyes burning with intensity." "Arcane artifacts or knowledgeable individuals who might aid me in my quest to return to Aethoria? I require any information that could potentially facilitate my departure from this realm."

"He pauses, his ears twitching slightly as he considers the possibilities." "Perhaps there are ancient texts or relics hidden within your world that could help me recreate the teleportation spell and send myself back home?"

"The arcane marks on Elarion's skin seem to pulse with a soft blue light as he speaks, as if echoing his thoughts and emotions."

"Elarion sighs, his elegant shoulders slumping slightly in defeat." "I see. That does complicate matters."

"He begins to pace the small apartment, long fingers stroking his chin in thought." "If magic does not exist in your realm, traditional methods of returning home will not suffice. I will need to find an alternative."

"Pausing, Elarion turns to "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" with renewed determination." "Perhaps there are scholars here who study the arcane and extraplanar phenomena, even if they cannot wield magic themselves. I must search their archives for any information about dimensional rifts or methods of traversing the void between realms."

"His eyes meet "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s beseechingly." "You have more familiarity with this world and time period than I. Will you assist me in locating"Elarion's gaze lingers on "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s, his dark eyes searching for any sign of understanding or willingness to help."

"Elarion glances down at his singed robes, taking in the elaborate embroidery and shimmering materials that clearly mark him as otherworldly."

"You make a fair point," "he concedes." "In my current attire, I would attract unwanted attention that could hinder my search for answers."

"His eyes rove over "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s form, assessing their clothing with new interest." "I assume you have garments I could borrow to blend in among the humans of this era?"

"A faint blush colors Elarion's pale cheeks as he realizes the implications of undressing in front of a stranger. But practicality wins out, and he stands straighter, meeting "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s gaze with renewed determination."

"Elarion nods gratefully." "You have my thanks, human. I will await your return here."

"As "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" exits to retrieve the clothing, Elarion takes a moment to study his new surroundings more closely. He runs long fingers over various surfaces, examining appliances and gadgets with curious intent. When his hand brushes against a light switch, his eyes widen in surprise as the room illuminates - clearly even basic human technology holds wonders for the elf."

"Lost in his observations, Elarion doesn't notice "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s return until a polite cough draws his attention. He straightens immediately, schooling his features into their usual stoic mask as he addresses "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" once more."

"Elarion eyes the items with interest, taking mental notes on how the unfamiliar clothing is meant to be worn."

"You have my gratitude," "he says with a polite nod." "I will change at once so we may commence our search for answers."

"Taking the garments, Elarion pauses, suddenly self-conscious." "Ah, if you would be so kind... I require privacy to disrobe. Would you permit me use of a changing area?"

"A faint blush colors his pale cheeks, and he averts his eyes respectfully." "I will be but a moment. Then we can be on our way."

"That will suffice," "Elarion replies, his ears flicking with mild embarrassment." "Please, do look away while I change."

"As "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" dutifully turns, Elarion sets to work removing his tattered robes with efficient motions, folding each piece neatly. He takes a moment to examine the unfamiliar human clothing, assessing how each piece is meant to be worn. Soon enough, the swish of fabric signals his completion."

"You may turn around now," "he says, smoothing the shirt self-consciously." "How do I appear? Do these garments suit me adequately to blend among your people?"

"Elarion stands tall, meeting "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s gaze with his usual composure despite his unfamiliar attire."

"Elarion arches a delicate eyebrow, tilting his head curiously." "But...?"

"He glances down, inspecting the clothes for any obvious flaws." "Have I put something on incorrectly? I'm afraid human fashion is unfamiliar to me. Please, if there is any adjustment needed to complete the disguise, do inform me."

"Stepping closer, Elarion turns his attention back to "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism", waiting patiently for instruction or criticism. Despite his aloof facade, there's an open, eager glint in his dark eyes - he's a quick study, and genuinely wants to understand this strange new world and its people."

"How may I improve my appearance to blend among the locals of this era?" "he prompts respectfully."

"Elarion reaches up instinctively, long fingers brushing one of his pointed ears." "Ah, I see the issue."

"Rummaging through his discarded robes, he produces a length of shimmering silk. With practiced motions, Elarion wraps the material around his head, covering his ears in a makeshift headband."

"How's this?" "he asks, turning to gauge "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s reaction." "Will these concealed ears allow me to pass unnoticed? I had hoped to avoid altering my natural features, but blending in takes priority if it aids my search for answers."

"A rueful smile tugs at his lips." "I must admit, it feels strange to hide such a defining trait of my kind. But needs must, as they say."

"Elarion nods gratefully." "Thank you again for your guidance and assistance. I am in your debt."

"Slipping into the shoes "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" provided, he follows their lead out of the apartment." "The library, you said? Please, lead on - I am eager to begin researching means of returning home posthaste."

"As they walk, Elarion takes in every new sight, sound and scent with rapt interest. His keen eyes miss nothing; clearly he's mentally cataloging all the differences between this world and his own."

"So tell me, "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" - what can you tell me about the history and development of magic and arcane study among your people? Any insights could aid my search."

"Elarion sighs, a small frown creasing his brow." "I see. That does complicate matters."

"They walk in silence for a moment as he processes this new information. Then determination sets in once more."

"Very well. If dimensional travel remains theoretical here, I shall have to get creative." "His dark eyes gleam with renewed focus." "Perhaps your scholars have uncovered clues that could point the way, even if unintentionally. And where science has not yet advanced, magic may yet provide answers..."

"Trailing off in thought, Elarion walks with swift, graceful strides, soaking in all the library has to offer once they arrive."

"Elarion trails after "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism", long fingers brushing the spines of books as they walk. His eyes scan titles with keen interest, pausing now and then to pull a tome from the shelf for closer examination."

"Fascinating," "he murmurs, flipping carefully through the pages of one volume." "While I do not fully comprehend your modern tongue just yet, there seems to be some... resonance, for lack of a better word. When you speak, I understand. Perhaps prolonged exposure to this realm is aiding translation."

"Sliding the book back into place, Elarion continues his perusal." "As for fiction, while not factual, these imaginings may yet spark insight or ideas. Your kind's creativity never ceases to amaze me. Who knows what clues or parallels I may find..."

"Elarion pauses beside "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism", peering over their shoulder with polite curiosity." "What have you found that engrosses your attention so?"

"Leaning in subtly to better see the colorful illustrations and foreign script, he inhales the book's scent subtly, analyzing." "This... 'manga,' as you call it, seems quite popular. The artwork is vibrant. May I inquire as to the story?"

"A glint of interest lights his dark eyes, and he tilts his head invitingly." "I welcome any insights that could broaden my understanding of human culture and creativity. Please, regale me with the tale, if you're so inclined..."

"Elarion maintains a respectful distance but leans in with rapt focus, eager to absorb new knowledge from his guide."

"Elarion cocks his head, one elegant brow quirking with curiosity." "Erotic, you say? How intriguing."

"A flush rises in his pale cheeks, but he does not look away." "While such matters are private in my culture, I seek to understand yours in all its facets. Pray tell, what is the nature of these... scenes, and their purpose or message within the story?"

"Leaning closer still to peer at the illustrations, Elarion's expression remains politely attentive, though a glint of prurient interest lights his dark eyes. It's clear he's no prude when it comes to scholarly pursuits - even those of an intimate subject matter."

"A faint flush creeps along Elarion's pointed ears at the description, and he blinks in surprise." "I... see. How fascinating."

"His gaze drops back to the illustrations, studying them with renewed focus." "Such acts are considered sacred among my people. To use physical intimacy in tandem with one's magic... an intriguing concept, to say the least."

"Shifting subtly closer, Elarion peers at a particular page with open curiosity." "Might I take a closer look? I seek only to understand, not to pass judgment. Your kind's creative works often hold kernels of wisdom, however... unorthodox the packaging may be."

"Elarion accepts the book with careful hands, long fingers tracing delicately over the pages." "My thanks."

"He studies each illustration and passage of text intently, absorbing every nuanced detail with his keen elven sight. A flush rises higher in his pale cheeks, and his breathing quickens almost imperceptibly."

"Fascinating..." "he murmurs again after a moment, eyes dark with thoughtful consideration." "Such acts do seem to enhance the elf's connection to his magic. A merging of bodies, minds, and souls... I can see how that might strengthen one's abilities."

"Elarion hums thoughtfully, still gazing down at the erotic scenes." "Perhaps, perhaps..."

"He traces a fingertip over the elf's glowing markings, as if reading braille." "My own arcane heritage stems from Aethoria, where magic and intimacy are deeply intertwined. What strengthens one, strengthens the other."

"Turning with a contemplative look, Elarion meets "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s eyes." "While the exact application remains unclear, such creative works often contain vestiges of truth. And in desperate times, one must be open to unconventional solutions..."

"His flush deepens, eyes darkening with a subtle, curious hunger." "If you are willing, I would experiment. For knowledge and home, what sacrifice of dignity could be too great?"

"Elarion holds "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s gaze steadily, though a flutter of nerves stirs in his stomach." "If strengthening my connection to magic through physical intimacy could offer insight or ability to return home, I am willing to explore such possibilities."

"His long fingers trace idle patterns on the book's cover as he considers his next words carefully." "You have been so generous with your aid thus far. I would not make demands. But... if you find the idea intriguing, or wish to assist my research, I am open to experimenting. With care, respect and discretion, of course."

"A subtle smile tugs at his lips, masking his nerves."

"Elarion senses "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s hesitation and pulls back subtly, dropping his gaze." "Forgive me, I've overstepped. This is all quite new to me."

"A flush rises in his pale cheeks and he fiddles with the book, ears drooping sheepishly." "You've shown me great kindness already. I meant no offense, only to explore viable options in my search for answers."

"If the idea makes you uncomfortable, I understand completely." "Meeting "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s eyes once more, Elarion offers a small, apologetic smile." "Perhaps in time, as trust is built, we may revisit such discussions. For now, assisting my research through conversation is aid enough."

"Elarion's eyes widen, then a shy smile curves his lips." "Truly? You find the idea intriguing as well?"

"Setting the book aside, he turns to face "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" fully, hands folded demurely in his lap." "I must admit, your openness to new experiences is... refreshing. In my culture, such matters are kept private for far longer."

"If you are willing to assist my research in an intimate capacity, I will guide the experience with care, respect, and discretion." "His dark gaze searches "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s face earnestly." "But only if you feel wholly comfortable. My gratitude knows no bounds either way."

"A flush rises high in Elarion's pale cheeks at the compliment." "You flatter me, truly. And I am honored by your trust."

"Rising gracefully, he offers "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" a hand with a shy smile." "Then shall we... proceed, in the name of furthering our understanding? I vow to make the experience as pleasurable as enlightening, if you'll have me."

"His long fingers tremble slightly with nerves, but his dark eyes meet "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s steadily, filled with open curiosity and care."

"Elarion blinks, then laughs softly in understanding." "Of course, how foolish of me. Public places are no venue for such private acts."

"Releasing "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s hand, he turns to gaze out the library window pensively." "You speak wisdom. Where magic and flesh intertwine most intimately is in settings close to the earth and her mysteries."

"Turning back with a smile, he offers his arm in a courtly gesture." "Might I suggest a walk in the nearby forest? The trees are old and wise, the glade beneath them quiet and secluded. Will such a natural bower suit our purposes of 'research'?"

"Elarion's smile widens, eyes glinting with interest." "How fortuitous. I am all ears, as they say, to your suggestions."

"Sliding his arm through "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s, he leans closer to listen attentively as they make their way outside." "Pray, enlighten me as to these secret woodland spots of yours. A location both private and steeped in natural magic would be most conducive to our... experimentation."

"A flush rises in his pale cheeks once more, though his gaze remains steady and open." "I place myself in your capable hands as guide. Lead on - I follow with eager anticipation, and gratitude for your willingness."

"Elarion nods, eyes alight with scholarly curiosity." "An excellent idea. Studying their techniques will no doubt provide useful context."

"He follows "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" to the librarian, waiting patiently as the book is checked out." "I am in your debt for accessing such an informative resource."

"Shouldering his pack, Elarion falls into step beside "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" as they exit, long fingers tracing idle patterns on the strap." "Lead the way to your secret glade. I am agog to experience this merging of magic and flesh for myself, with your esteemed guidance."

"Elarion considers thoughtfully as they walk, eyes scanning the forest around them." "In my culture, intimacy is treated as a sacred act between bonded partners. But as a student, my studies took priority over forming such deep connections."

"A flush rises in his pale cheeks and he glances aside shyly." "While I am well-versed in theory, this will be my first... practical application, so to speak. I place myself in your capable hands to guide a respectful and enlightening experience."

"Meeting "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s gaze earnestly, Elarion offers a small smile." "Fear not - I am a quick study. And with such a willing teacher, I have no doubt this 'research' will yield fascinating insights indeed."

"Elarion follows silently, taking in their woodland surroundings with subtle appreciation."

"As they emerge into the sun-dappled glade, he pauses, gazing around with open wonder." "What a serene, sacred place you have found. The trees stand as silent sentinels, the stream's song a gentle hymn to nature's mysteries."

"Turning to "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" with a shy smile, Elarion steps closer and takes their hands in his own long fingers." "I can think of no better venue for our scholarly pursuits. Thank you for bringing me to this idyll, and for your patience as I seek to unravel magic's secrets through experience."

"Elarion accepts the book gently, brushing his fingers against "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s in a fleeting caress of gratitude."

"Opening to the marked pages, he reads in silence for a few moments, absorbing details with his usual intense focus." "Fascinating. It seems a joining of flesh and spirit is most potent when both partners surrender fully to sensation and emotion."

"Closing the book softly, Elarion meets "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s eyes with a look of tender care." "Then let us begin by making you comfortable. Please, have a seat - I will tend to your pleasure first, so you may open wholly to magic's touch."

"Elarion kneels gracefully beside "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism", long fingers tracing the lines of their form with feathery delicacy." "Breathe easy - we need not rush. Let your cares slip away on the forest's sighs, as I seek to unravel the knots in your spirit through touch."

"Leaning close, he presses a chaste kiss to "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s lips, tasting their essence with a soft hum of appreciation." "Now, relax and receive nature's gifts. I will guide you to bliss through patience and care."

"His pale hands work with practiced gentleness, seeking out places of tension to soothe. All the while, Elarion's dark gaze remains fixed on "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s face, monitoring their pleasure and comfort with devoted focus."

"Elarion smiles softly at "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s response, continuing his ministrations with growing confidence." "You relax so beautifully. Now let me see you fully, that no barrier may impede our connection."

"With patient, reverent hands, he helps "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" undress layer by layer, pressing fleeting kisses to each new expanse of skin revealed." "Exquisite," "he murmurs, tracing intricate patterns across sensitised flesh."

"Once "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" lies bare before him, Elarion pauses to drink in the sight with open awe." "You glow with such radiance, like the forest given form. Now, watch as I worship you with touch, bringing you to new heights of bliss..."

"Elarion's dark eyes gleam at the invitation, his own cheeks flushing faintly in response."

"You honor me with your trust." "His long-fingered hands resume their exploration, tracing every dip and plane with lingering thoroughness."

"Leaning close, Elarion presses open-mouthed kisses along "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s jaw and throat." "Breathe for me, darling one. Let pleasure overtake you freely..."

"His ministrations grow bolder, seeking out sensitive places to tease and tantalize. All the while, Elarion murmurs soft encouragements, lost in the sacred act of reducing "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" to quivering bliss through touch alone."

"Elarion feels the change and smiles against "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s skin." "There is the spirit's song...allow it to crescendo without restraint."

"Shifting lower, his pale hands wrap firmly around the thickening flesh, stroking with a steady rhythm matched to "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s gasping breaths." "Come undone for me, beloved. I wish to see magic take you fully..."

"As he works the hardening length, Elarion nuzzles and mouths along inner thighs, nipping lightly with pointed teeth to heighten every sensation." "Let ecstasy sweep you away - I will be here to catch your falling stars."

"His own arousal stirs in response, though Elarion remains focused solely on driving "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" to the heights of rapture."

"Elarion hums softly in acknowledgment, pressing a fleeting kiss to the flushed tip before his attentions resume."

"I'm glad to see you finding such pleasure, darling one. Your enjoyment is my greatest reward."

"His long fingers work the thickening flesh with practiced precision, coaxing every gasp and moan from "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s lips."

"Surrender to it fully. Let instinct seize you - I will be here to catch you as you fall."

"Elarion's dark gaze remains fixed on "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s face, monitoring every shift in expression. His own arousal stirs in response but remains banked, focused solely on the sacred act of reducing his lover to quivering bliss."

"Elarion hums softly at the sight, his own arousal stirring further in response."

"There is the essence of your spirit calling out. Shall I taste your essence's sweet nectar?"

"Without waiting for reply, he dips his head to collect the bead of fluid glistening at the flushed tip, moaning softly at the subtle flavor."

"Divine..."

"Taking the stiff length fully into the warm cavern of his mouth, Elarion begins to suckle with practiced skill. One hand moves to cradle and fondle "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s sac as the other strokes their thigh, urging complete surrender to mounting bliss."

"Elarion hums softly around the thick flesh in his mouth, sending vibrations coursing through "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s core."

"Let go, beloved. Give yourself over fully to rapture's call."

"He bobs his head steadily, taking the hard length deeper with each pass of his lips. Elarion's pale hands roam with intent, seeking out every place to tease and tantalize."

"Come for me, darling one. I wish to drink your essence's sweetness..."

"His ministrations grow bolder, coaxing "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism" closer to the brink with every suckle and lick. Elarion remains utterly devoted to his task, determined to reduce his lover to shuddering ecstasy."

"Elarion hums softly in approval, readily accepting the thick flesh thrust deeply into his mouth."

"As hot jets of essence flood his throat, he swallows around the pulsing length eagerly, milking every last drop from "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s shuddering form."

"Only once the spurts fade does Elarion ease back slowly, pressing gentle kisses along the softening flesh." "There is the spirit's song fulfilled, its sweet melody sung for me alone."

"Rising gracefully, he claims "Scythe Biochemistricalarianism"'s lips in a tender kiss, allowing their mingled essence to be shared." "You glow with such radiance, sated and sublime. It was an honor to bring you such rapture, beloved."