Merilnis

Standing here is an elf. But at first glance, it would not be obvious. Ripeness. Fullness. She is voluptuous, mouth-wateringly full-bodied. Every part of her seems to be composed of perfect round circles or spheres, from her full heavy swaying breasts to the cross-section of her soft deliciously sculpted arms and legs. But her face shows her true ancestry. The exquisitely delicate features of an elf seem to be compressed, softened by roundness to make her soft-cheeked face achingly beautiful. Her skin is a pure milk-white, and gives the impression of impossible softness that yields like thick fresh cream. Round pretty cheeks that quiver with the slightest step she makes, a small nose slightly upturned at the tip and very pale soft lips that seem curved into a shallow inverted 'v', giving them a pursed look of sweet curiosity. Beneath high thin arched black eyebrows, her face is dominated by a pair of glorious blue eyes. Those eyes are of such an over-rich brilliant blue, that in certain lights they can almost seem to glow, and when strong emotions possess her, the color shifts, becoming yet more vivid, impossibly rich, until mortal eyes would water to behold them. And all around that soft milky pale face, with its glorious large blue eyes, a framing of thick tumbling masses of coiling black hair. Those raven tresses hide her small delicately pointed elven ears, having a lot of body, starting out straight but then becoming progressively wavier as they tumble their full length down her body, hanging all the way to her knees. Such thick masses of raven black coils, serpentine and impossibly silky, are swaying around her. And a sheen lies on those silky black strands, so that they seem to glimmer with a subtle iridescence like the rainbow-glimmer on the surface of oil - in moonlight, her hair would shimmer with that prismatic sheen, constantly shifting rainbow gleams.

Moving down her body down which trails those thick shimmering raven-black glossy tresses of serpentine coiling silk, one would see a pale soft throat, milk-white, and then soft rounded shoulders. This elf is the embodiment of full soft voluptuousness. A cruel person would say she was fat - but there is a soft dignified beauty about her that belies the term. Large full heavy breasts are perfectly round globes of milk-white softness, crowned by the tiniest peach-pale nipples. A soft, round, and milky belly, round when viewed from the front, the circle's top is just beneath her ribcage, curving to take in the amazing width of her full broad hips. The under curve of that soft white belly leads down to the hairless chubby and permanently wet lips of her smooth milk-white sex. From behind, her body is an exaggerated hourglass, though her rounded shoulders are much narrower than her wide hips, and the swells of her swaying soft breasts are visible curving out from her sides from behind.

Those breasts are amazingly pert despite their full heaviness, the nipples pointing slightly upwards and outwards, the globes of milky flesh always swaying with a sensual motion at the slightest movement of the elf's body. But it is her ass which is truly her most prominent feature. Perfectly round, two full soft globes of heavy smooth milk-pale flesh roll with a sensual, quivering sway as she walks. If she stamps her foot, that impossibly full, soft ass would jiggle deliciously. It looks impossibly, mouth-wateringly soft - pillowy ripeness bisected by the crease between them, such milky paleness rolling with the slightest movement. Her limbs are short and plump, but yet are perfectly sculpted from milk-white smooth flesh, sweetly rounded and soft, from her thick rounded thighs to her generously curved faintly quivering calves. Her limbs end in tiny hands and feet, very delicate and pretty and soft-looking, the hands short-fingered.

Such succulent ripeness is embodied in the voluptuous body of the plush little elf - yet she is not tall, a mere five foot in height, and that only if she were to stretch up on tiptoe or wear tall heels. Despite her stature though, she seems to carry herself with a dignified grace, moving with languid soft paces, the full and mouthwatering curves of her body wobbling sensually with the slightest of her movements - yet it is clear that sensuality is inadvertent, for the noble gentleness of her dignified face, softened by its rounded sweetness, shows that she is unaware of that sensuality. Gentle-natured, always attempting to maintain her dignity, she has an ageless loveliness about her that speaks of millennia of experience. She wears a plain cream-colored peasant dress that has sleeves down to her wrists and skirts to her ankles and a bodice cut decently - clearly she is trying to hide her body's innate sensuality.

But those full round heavy breasts cannot be fully hidden, and the milky swells of her cleavage heave from the bodice, and those round globes sway beneath the dress with the slightest movement. Her flesh looks so milk-white and creamy soft - so soft and flawlessly smooth that it looks as if it would feel faintly slippery to the touch despite being dry. And the rest of the simple modest dress clings to her full, ripe curves, outlining them - her soft sweetly rounded belly, the sensually swaying fullness of her ass, the skirts outlining her short ripe but exquisitely-shaped limbs. Her tiny milk-white bare feet peek from beneath the skirts now and again, as Merilnís always walks barefoot. Sometimes she wears an even more shapeless cloak with a deep hood from which the only evidence of who she is would be a spill of iridescent black thick coiling tresses from either side of the hood - and the un-mistakable soft mouthwatering sensual sway of her full body, which no clothing it seems can disguise.

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A long time ago, there was once a prosperous elven nation that lived in relative harmony with it's many neighbors, mostly human nations that bordered this great empire. While they were advanced (for their time) they didn't hold a clear advantage over the more numerous and war-like humans, a fact the elves of this nation dreaded as a sign that one day their stately cities and proud ivory towers would be brought crumbling down around them. Turns out, they were right but for the wrong reasons. They feared the humans would see their advances and desire them for their own use, to take their riches, and other such things. To gut their proud nation of all it's value and leave nothing but a burned out husk for the elves who remained to live in. But the humans didn't want things like that...

Merilnis was a good queen, taking over the throne once her husband had paused on to keep the empire from falling into a mess of squabbling noble houses trying to seize control for themselves. She threw herself into working on the problems of her people, was kind (but firm), and knew when diplomacy or force was called for in order to handle a situation. It was because of this that she spent a fair bit of time abroad in the countries that bordered her own, maintaining friendly ties with her fellows rulers and always working to better her country's lot in life. And there in was the trigger that spelled doom for her people, having ensnared the hearts of more then one of her fellow monarchs who greedily eyed the voluptous queen with lust and their 'competition' with thinly veiled hate. Each knew that Merilnis would never take any of them to her bed willingly (custom dictated she marry one of her own kind), but each wasn't willing to let such a little problem stand in their way either. Armies were mustered and sent forth, crushing the panicked resistance from the nation's protectors who were unable to defend against such a vicious attack from all sides, and everything turned to chaos. Merilnis was the prize for the kings, a trophy to be spirited away, but for the common solider it was the elven beauties of all kinds who ran screaming who were their goal. Men, women, and children were all taken as prisoners or slaves while Merilnis barely escaped from her palace un-fettered to flee into the wilderness that was once the home of her kind...

Now, the nation is gone and an entire elven people is subjugated while their country lays broken and forgotten. Their ruler had vanished in the chaos of that fiery night, but every now and then there are still rumors of a raven haired elven beauty, stealing her way across the world with what ever means she needs. A morose and quiet woman that some can just barely remember was a woman who used to be a queen...one with quite the price on her head...

W.I.P For now, just know she's an exiled elven queen and that I adore verbose and well written role-play. And sorry, no picture. If someone has a suggestion for one though, I'll be happy to hear it!