When most people think of the dark elves, also called the Drow, they think of underground cavern lairs filled with danger, intrigue, and of course lots of spiders. In this particular case, save but for perhaps for the very ordinary kind of spider which dwells in most modern homes, they would be mistaken. Tamriette, the dark elf in question, was a person who lived in a perfectly ordinary suburb, no different from anyone else if you didn’t note her anscestry. The only thing of real note about her in comparison to her mundane peers is that she had been born blind, perhaps just as a matter of poor luck or perhaps as residual dna from those days her people had dwelled in the total darkness of caverns below leaving her eyes ill prepared for the brightness of the sun.
Either way, she hadn’t let it get her down and had found a profession suitable for one who got about without eyes, one that largely just required the sensation of touch. The profession of a masseuse. It was for the sake of this profession that she wandered now into the forest, for the sake of her job and for the sake of her own wishes. For the forest into which she now walked was the home of a herbalist of sorts, or so she had been told, one that could heal many maladies thought impossible to cure if the stories about her were to be believed. She’d gone around asking after this person to people who lived near the forest, and then one day a letter had appeared at her home inviting her to come to the center of the forest’s path.
The path itself was once a well travelled main road and very straightforward, but it had never been paved for one reason or another, and all but the locals seemed to prefer to go around the forest. This meant that Tami’s walk was relatively quiet, save but for the pleasant natural sounds of the forest around her. Though she could hardly see the sun, the feel of it’s warmth on her skin contrasting with the slight chill of the autumn breeze made the walk a rather enjoyable one and it felt like barely any time at all until she arrived at her destination. She knew at once from the feeling of the wind changing that she’d arrived, as it felt less like it was all being funneled into her face with the occasional autumn leaf.
“Hello?” she called out on arrival, hoping to find the person inviting her waiting, but got no response. At least not in words anyways. A soft hoot of an owl guided her attention to the center of the clearing where she gently reached out and felt an owl perched atop something. After gently patting the owl her hands felt their way down to what the owl was standing on. Some tactile exploration made her recall what one of the people had told her, the day before she’d gotten the letter. They’d told her about an old altar in the center of the wood, and that to speak to the person who lives there she’d have to leave something as an offering, something neither great nor small that she could spare. Thinking for a moment, Tamriette withdrew from her pocket a little bag of baby carrots, leaving it on the altar. There had been this myth that those were good for people’s eyes, but she’d eaten them anyways as a snack for most of her life and liked to imagine that one day she’d wake up able to see even if she knew it wasn’t true. If she was fortunate then those little placebos would no longer be neccecary.
Nary a moment after placing the little bag of carrots down the dark elf smelled what seemed to be the scent of freshly brewed tea and felt a soft hand on her shoulder. “Come with me.” said a lovely sounding voice “We’ll talk about your condition when we get to my residence.” the voice said. Tamriette heard a sound like the shifting and bending of wood for just a moment and then, guided by the person who had come to collect her was ushered along another straight path. This path had much less sun than the other one, but the cool breeze was not unpleasant even so and as they got deeper into the wood the soft scent of blooming flowers joined the pleasant aroma of fresh tea that she picked up from the woman leading her.
When she felt the wind begin to change again they were in what she assumed was her destination, the residence of the mysterious healer who dwelled in these woods. Yet there was more to it this time than the wind, there was.. the feeling of something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She recalled being younger and walking into an old magic shop run by a kind elderly wizard in his twilight years, the charged feeling in the air. This place had that same feeling to it, though greater by orders of magnitude which gave her a good feeling about the chance there was truth to what she’d heard about this person’s ability. Further footfalls led the two to a doorway. “Step up here.” said the woman’s voice, and Tamriette did so, letting herself be guided to a seat. Tamriette heard a few further footfalls and the sound of tea being poured in front of her, and then another cup just in front of her before her hostess took her own seat not far off.
“Feel free to partake of the tea. Consider it a thank you for the carrots.” the woman’s voice spoke, and Tamriette gratefully did so. The pleasant aroma she smelled from the woman before came from this tea, she could quickly tell with a light sniff before having a bit of a sip of the substance. It was neither too hot nor too cold, neither too sweet or bitter, and she couldn’t quite tell what kind of tea it was but she did want to take another sip almost immediately after trying it so she did so. “I have a feeling I know your request, but tell me from your own lips.” the hostess said, and Tamriette spoke up after placing her teacup gently on it’s saucer. “I have been blind my whole life, I’ve heard things described to me like color and have never had the chance to experience them. Every doctor I’ve seen has told me it cannot be done, but I have heard there was a peerless healer in these woods. If it is possible for you to do so, I would like you to heal my eyes so that I could have the ability to see.” Tamriette explained, drawing an unseen smile from her hostess whom had gathered the neccecary magical ingredients prior to Tamriette’s arrival. “That is within my power.” the hostess replied, drawing an expression of joy to Tamriette’s face. “But all things must have an equivalent. A counterbalance. Just as you have offered me a snack and I have offered you a drink in exchange.” the hostess explained. “What could you offer me that is equal to the value of what you ask?”
Tamriette opened her mouth as to reply and then closed it and thought carefully about it. If this person could really give her sight then she needed to reply with something that wouldn’t insult or offend her, which meant giving due thought to the question. What could truly be equal to such a thing, what could she offer. She had come here perhaps thinking to offer her skills as a masseuse in exchange, but would that equal what she asked. She considered the earlier example of the snack being equalled by the drink, sipping her tea once more as she did so. Perhaps it really was that simple. Yet what she asked for was something beyond most medical practicioners, a work of masterful skill that few possess. Tamriette was blind, which meant she had to often feel her way around things. It had been such a simple thing one day, bumping into someone by mistake and hearing the comment from them about how she had such a gentle and soothing touch. It was what led her to take up her craft in the first place, something at which her handicap could not hinder her and in fact let her excell in some ways. She wouldn’t offer some basic massage, it would have to be the pinnacle of her craft. “I am a Masseuse, and I am quite good at what I do. In exchange for you giving me my sight, I will give you the night of a lifetime.” Tamriette embellished. Her hostess smiled once more, unseen. “That will do, and one more thing if I may. Give me your name.” came the reply. Filled with excitement, the drow replied “Tamriette Valeshroud.” Tamriette’s hostess tented her fingers. “Deal.” the woman replied, and for just a moment a light chill ran through Tamriette’s body, tingling her from head to toe. Brushing it off, Tamriette then inquired “Ah, what should I call you?” which then caused her hostess to pause for a moment. “Ah, how rude of me. Call me Tea. It’s a nickname, but one I like.” Tea said.
Tamriette was told to wait for just a moment while Tea collected the items she would require for the task at hand, and she took that moment to finish her drink. She could not see the items Tea was collecting but did hear the clink of glass, rustling of parchment, and other such noises as Tea bustled about. Satisfied she had everything she needed, Tea took Tamriette outside again and chatted a little as the two of them made their way across Tea’s hidden forest grove. “Magic will be involved of course, though not only magic.” Tea explained. The real reason she was able to do things like this that other people often could not was that they tended to approach the issue with only the perspective of medical science or spellcraft, but Tea preferred to use both. Tea generally didn’t like most modern things and preferred a more grounded style of living, but there was a saying she did rather enjoy that went something like work smarter not harder.
It wasn’t more than a moment or two that they arrived on what Tamriette noticed was a stone surface. Tea helped her up to lay on a smooth and admittedly not uncomfortable raised stone table of some variety, and then asked her to close her eyes and lay still until Tea was done. Tea stressed that it was vital that she not open her eyes until Tea said so, or else she might harm her eyes, disrupt the spell, or worse. Tamriette was very excited and had a soft smile she could not quite suppress but otherwise lay still and calm as Tea did her work. Tamriette felt Tea began to gently paint the underside of her eyes with something which tingled a little and then tiny droplets of water were sprinkled on her face. Tea adjusted the position of her arms and legs as she lay, setting her in a position which she explained was for the sake of having a good circulation. Just as blood flows through the body does mana flow through all living things and the spell will work better that way. Tea began to speak in a language that Tamriette did not recognize and she heard the unfurling of a piece of parchment, then Tamriette began to feel as though she was gently floating off of the stone platform, a strange feeling that went against what her senses were telling her as she could still feel the stone against her skin but she let herself relax, allowing the tension to leave her body and for a breif instant had the oddest feeling of being in two places at once. She floated there quietly for a while, her sensation of touch fading away, followed by all her other senses until she was without them all, simply adrift in an endless sea of her own thoughts without even the concept of time. Then, as suddenly as they all had left her senses all returned. First her sense of taste, the lingering aftertaste of her drink. She could smell the scent of strange ingredients and the mixture on her face. Then she could hear the soft murmuring of Tea’s voice, and at last a gentle warmth flowing through her face. At the last there was another sensation, one she’d never experienced until now.
The darkness in which she’d dwelled for her whole life began to lessen, and she heard the sound of Tea collecting her ingredients into the bag she’d carried them out in before Tea came over to her, gently placed a finger under each of her eyes and wiped the substance she’d placed there off, gently brushing them with a simple cloth before placing a hand on Tamriette’s face which radiated a gentle warmth through her which soothed her and chased away pain she didn’t even know she’d ever had until it was gone. Once that was done she felt Tea place a hand behind her back and assist her to sit up on the edge of the stone table. “Now then. Open them, slowly.” Tea said. Tamriette did so, and for the first time in her life a world took shape before her eyes.
Tamriette was silent, just letting her gaze brush everything in the area. She turned and gazed at the stone statue set around the table she sat at, and a bird perched on the top of it let out a soft “Hoo” of greeting, leading her to gaze at it and the statue. That must be what an owl looked like. She turned her gaze across the rest of the clearing, at the mushrooms surrounding everything at the treeline, a the great tree itself into which Tea’s house seemed to be grown from the very wood of the living tree, to the well before the house. She turned and saw the stream which rushed gently beneath the great tree and saw fish swimming through it, then turned her gaze on all the beautiful flowers in the feild in front of her, colorful and shining with a light not unlike the starry heavens that glittered above her. As she took in all these sights her vision began to blur, and she started to panic before Tea came up to her and gently brushed at her eyes with a clean cloth. “Those are just your tears.” Tea reassured her. Tamriette took a moment to look at Tea for the first time, and then Tea raised a little mirror in front of her and Tamriette saw herself. “This is a mirror. That person there is you.” she explained, and Tamriette gently ran her hands over her face, turned herself this way and that as she gazed back into the mirror at the person in the reflection, at herself and her lovely blue eyes. She ran her hand over her ebon skin, let a finger tease it’s way through her snow white hair and gently touched her pointed ears. She stood, gently taking the mirror from Tea and looking over her body, her pink button up shirt, her comfy shorts, and her white velcro trainers. “This... is me.” Tamriette said softly. Tea nodded. “H-how did you?” she began, and Tea touched a finger to her own eye, the green one with a scar that ran through the skin around it and said no more. Tamriette noticed the mismatched eyes. “When I was small I had gotten hurt and someone else lost their life.” Tea explained. “This was their eye.” she noted “Yours are the same. It may seem macabre, but when someone passes away if what they have can no longer help them but help another, is it so terrible?” Tea asked, and Tamriette shook her head. She looked at Tea’s green eye and then her own reflection. Her expression was of the purest joy. Tea turned and began walking toward her house, putting out an arm the instant after the two of them heard the flapping of wings for the owl that had been on the altar to perch on. Tamriette followed behind and observed Tea gently scratching the top of the bird’s head, taking one last moment to turn around and look at the world. She had been given the world, in a way. She began to think that she had better give a pretty damn good massage to be equal to this and also unsure it would be enough to repay Tea, a thought which worried her for a reason she could not quite place.
Tea waited patiently for Tamriette and then led her down towards what Tamriette assumed was the woman’s bedroom. It was certainly not what Tamriette had pictured with the phrase ‘I live in the woods.’ The whole room had seemingly been grown to suit, including some of the furniture. There was even an open air bath with water from the stream from which steam gently wafted, a full height glass mirror held in place by living wood, and a sumptuous looking bed much larger than anything a woman of Tea’s modest height would need. The woman frankly looked almost like a single drop compared to a bucket of water on that thing. Tamriette didn’t let herself stare too much however, as much as she was enjoying being able to see, as Tea was still patiently waiting for her to fill her end of the deal. The owl had been left in the room upstairs and Tea had taken off the owl-looking cloak she’d been wearing, as well as the remainder of her clothing apparently, Tamriette was suddenly acutely aware of as Tea stepped into the hot water of her open air bath and lounged with her back to Tamriette. Grasping the situation suddenly, Tamriette quickly got her bottle of oil from her things and moved down behind where Tea had settled into the bath to gently squirt a little onto each of Tea’s shoulders before she’d take hold of them and gently begin to work the oil into her skin. “Now it’s your turn to relax.” Tamriette said, drawing a smirk to Tea’s face as she did just that.
As Tea relaxed in her bath she had to admit that Tamriette’s massage was quite nice, tension built up from Tea’s active lifestyle simply melted away under the skilled fingers of the drow. Tamriette worked her way along Tea’s shoulders and neck before gently finding her way down each arm and kneading away all the little knots in her muscles, soothing and banishing aches and pains in a rather more enjoyable method than Teyah had managed earlier with her magic on tamriette. Teyah’s magic closed wounds, sure, and illnesses besides yet simpler issues like tenseness in the body was more of something the soothing effect of her spells only temporarily dealt with. Tea sat up and let those skilled fingers work their way down her sides before she turned around and got settled, putting her feet up on the edge of the bath. Tea points at them for Tamriette and wiggles her toes a bit. Like before, Tamriette gets her bottle of oil and dabs a little on each foot, beginning to knead and roll each with her skilled hands. Tea lounged back in her tub, legs open and totally relaxed as Tamriette worked through her massage from the other end. As she kneaded and rubbed her way up one leg, Tea would set the corresponding foot on Tamriette’s shoulder and let the girl work her way through canvassing every inch of the painting that was Tea with those slender and versatile fingers. Meanwhile of course Tea was working a magic of her own kind, subtly at first. Tamriette had made the terrible mistake of giving Tea her name, and so Tea very quietly on the edge of Tamriette’s hearing had named her part way through the massage, using the power over her this had granted to bind the girl. Tamriette probably only barely realized the soft kisses and nibbles she’d been placing on Tea ever since Tea’s foot had first settled into Tamriette’s hand. Gradually it was almost like the lights upstairs in the girl’s mind went off, even as her fingers, lips, and tongue did what they had been told, what they had offered to Tea in offering her the night of a lifetime. Certainly no ordinary massage would satisfy Tea as being equal to giving a blind person eyesight for the first time. No, Tea felt it would be better to have one with a happy ending.
Tea waited until nearly every part of her had felt those lovely fingers knead and caress it, until kisses and soft licks had pleased very nearly every inch of her lovely form and then had Tamriette get on her hands and knees. Tea stepped out of the bath onto Tamriette’s back and then onto the floor, like she had been a piece of the furniture. The pumpkin haired elven woman dried herself off and then strode over to the edge of her bed where she beckoned the still kneeling Tamriette over to kneel behind her as she stood with her hands each on a bedpost. Bidding Tamriette to raise her head, Tea settled her freshly cleaned posterior onto Tamriette’s face, bouncing it a few times before simply settling there and allowing her whole weight to shift onto the girl, giving her face a bit of a squeeze with those warm, soft, well rounded cheeks even as Tamriette carried on from where she’d left off to knead, caress and smooch every portion of them. Once Tea was satisfied there it was on to the much awaited main event. Tea sat on the edge of her bed, pulled a pillow close to prop her head on and then snapped her fingers before pointing at her womanhood. As before, Tamriette obeyed, flushed in the face now as some part of her still in control of her senses was realizing what was going on, but not in control enough to stop. Tamriette let her fingers slide in and get to work, proving herself just as skilled with them here as they had been elsewhere even while complementing her work with licks and kisses in all the right places. Tea set a hand on the back of her head and bucked her hips lightly against the dark elf’s features for the whole of her lovely ride all the way until the very end where she shuddered and curled her toes, squirting a little bit on Tamriette’s face as the intensity of her orgasm even makes her pee a little. Tea relaxes in place with her legs spread but does have Tamriette go and clean her face off in the bath.
By now Tamriette is totally aware of what is going on, and while not entirely opposed to the situation is terribly, terribly embarrased. She’s left like a passenger unable to control her own body, and is unable to stop herself as she moves over after cleaning her face thoroughly to settle at Tea’s bed on her knees. Tea, knowing this, just smiles down at the girl as she sits up and gently pats Tamriette on the cheek. “You know I’m really genuinely tempted to let you go.” Tea begins, “You really do have quite a talent, and this has been very nice. I admit I didn’t think you’d give me your name like that. Names have power you know, and when you gave me your full, true, name you gave me the very essence of your being. Namely if you’ll pardon the pun Tamriette Valeshroud, I own you. With that very simple thing. Although just as you gave me the name I could give it back, even though I won’t. Just as I could let you leave this place and call you back later, but I won’t. Do you know why? It’s because that was what you chose to pay with, before me even asking for your name. You offered me ‘The Night of a Lifetime’, remember?” Tea noted, smiling. “The night is the end of the day you know. You were terribly careless with your wording. And so now it’s time for me to collect.” Tea explained, patting Tamriette on the cheek “On ‘The End of a Lifetime’.” Tamriette couldn’t even struggle, her expression couldn’t even change so absolute was Tea’s hold over her, and that was when the piece of the puzzle she’d missed outside fit into place. ‘Where had the eyes come from?’ Tamriette wondered to herself. Even now that she could see she’d still been so, so very blind.
“Kindly disrobe yourself, fold your clothing and deposit it in the woven basket over there with my laundry. Keep the trainers on though.” Tea ordered, and soon before her stood an obedient dark elven girl, looking at her with that slightly vacant expression of contentment. Tea turned herself over and pulled her pillow up so that she lay down on her bed with her elbows on the pillow, head propped up in her hands. Then the elven woman opened her mouth. It wasn’t terribly wide of course, just a soft, gentle parting of the lips, enough where Tamriette could just barely see in past the plush pair to the humid darkness beyond, to see the soft tongue of the woman settled in anticipation on the bottom row of her pearly white teeth. “Now feed yourself to me.” Tea ordered “Like a good little meal.”
Tamriette’s view of the insides of Tea’s mouth soon got a lot more intimate. She moved herself closer and pushed a hand in, feeling the little bumps of Tea’s tastebuds dance over her fingers and paused there for a moment as Tea exerted her will still further and had those fingers gently massaging the muscle of Tea’s tongue, they even continued when she moved forward a little and swallowed, kneading the interior of the elven woman’s esophagus as Tamriette was tugged closer swallow after swallow. Barely a scant couple of hours after receiving it, Tamriette’s vision began to go dark as those soft lips engulfed her head along with the upper arm of the hand that had just been swallowed. The soft little bumps of those tastebuds she’d felt earlier on her fingertips now danced across Tamriette’s face. They kneaded and caressed her soft skin with a little massage of their own until darkness completely took Tamriette’s vision once more as her head was swallowed down, additional portions of her taking it’s place in Tea’s waiting mouth as she was thrust back into a more tactile world. An acrid scent began to tease Tamriette’s nose in addition to the scent of that tea that had been on Tea’s breath, a warning perhaps of the stomach she was quickly approaching as her chest finished it’s turn with the tongue massage and greedily swallowed down to follow. Filled with dread as she was, Tamriette’s body was eagerly stuffing itself into the waiting elven mouth. Tea had scarcely had time to sample Tamriette’s smooth tummy before her hips were working their way past those lips, and only then once Tamriette’s still kicking, wriggling legs were left to tangle from Tea’s mouth did she at last have the time to properly savour her little treat. The buns of the dark elf were left well purpled in places from the hickeys left by Tea suckling on them before they were swallowed down, followed by those athletic legs, and at the very last the girl’s trainer clad feet were all that dangled from her mouth. Smiling around her meal, Tea got up, placing her pillow back on the mound of them where it belonged and letting herself lay on her back against them as she pulled the blankets over herself. Trainers half protruding from her mouth, she chewed lightly on them, suckling the last bits of flavour before swallowing once more and sending those two toecaps down to join Tamriette in her new residence, Tea’s stomach. Even as the elf drifted off to sleep, nestled in her covers with an arm around her stomach to the soft sounds of digestion she felt those fingers at work kneading and massaging her from within. And so they kept on doing until Tamriette at last surrendered to Tea’s digestive system and the girl was in her entirety no more than a part of her devourer.
