The Promised Of Elaria

Curiousity and Excitement

The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting a soft golden glow over the courtyard of Elaria. The women gathered in small groups, their voices low yet filled with excitement. Today, their conversations had a single focus: Ethan, the promised one.

Amara, seated beneath a blossoming tree, felt their curious eyes on her as they slowly approached. It was still early, the air crisp with the remnants of dawn, but the women had risen early, eager to ask the questions they had been holding onto since Ethan’s arrival.

Lyria, always one of the bolder ones, was the first to approach. “Amara,” she began, a smile playing at her lips. “We’ve been wondering about... Ethan.”

Amara smiled knowingly, stretching her legs out in front of her as the women gathered around, eager to hear what she had to say. They had been patient long enough. Ever since the union between her and Ethan, the other women had watched, curiosity burning in their eyes, waiting for details.

Lyria sat beside her, and soon others followed, forming a small circle around Amara. “How was it? With him?” she asked, eyes gleaming.

Amara chuckled softly. “I knew you all would be curious. Well, I’ll say this: he’s gentle, yet there’s an intensity to him. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.”

The women’s eyes widened with interest, their breaths almost held as they leaned in closer.

Elyse, her face flushed with excitement, whispered, “But... how does it feel when he’s... inside you?”

The air around them stilled as the bold question hung in the air, every woman now fully engrossed in Amara’s words. There was no shame in their curiosity. It had been so long since any of them had even seen a man, let alone shared intimacy with one.

Amara let her mind drift back to her time with Ethan, recalling every detail, every sensation. “It’s... overwhelming,” she finally said. “He’s strong, yet attentive. You feel every inch of him, and he fills you completely.”

A few of the women gasped softly, their expressions a mix of awe and desire. Lyria, her eyes sparkling, couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “That good, huh?”

“Yes,” Amara nodded, a teasing smile on her lips. “Better than good.”

Karis leaned in, her curiosity evident. “But how big is he? I mean, is he... bigger than we’re used to?”

More laughter broke out, but it was filled with excitement rather than embarrassment. Amara’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she answered honestly, “He’s more than big enough.”

The women giggled and exchanged looks of pure excitement. They had imagined what Ethan might be like, but hearing it confirmed from Amara made the anticipation even greater.

Mira, biting her lip as she leaned forward, asked, “And what about when he... finishes? Do you feel... full?”

The group grew silent, waiting for Amara’s response. The question was bold, but their interest was genuine. They were not shy about wanting to know everything.

Amara smiled at the question, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Yes,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You feel every bit of him.”

There was a collective sigh from the women, their imaginations running wild with the thought of Ethan. Some began to fan themselves as the morning sun grew warmer, and the reality of what was awaiting them became even more enticing.

“But does it hurt?” Liana, one of the more reserved women, asked quietly, her brow furrowed with concern. “He’s so strong. Was it too much?”

Amara’s expression softened at the question. “No,” she assured her gently. “He’s careful. He knows how to balance his strength. He listens to your body and responds to your needs. You’ll never feel unsafe with him.”

The women around her nodded, their excitement mingling with a sense of relief. They trusted Amara’s words and felt more at ease with the prospect of their time with Ethan. But still, there was an undeniable desire building in the air. Their curiosity was far from satisfied.

“And what about his stamina?” another woman asked, her voice laced with teasing. “Does he last long?”

Amara leaned forward, a playful grin tugging at her lips. “Let’s just say... he doesn’t tire easily.”

More giggles erupted from the group, and they settled back, already imagining their turn with Ethan. They were eager, some even visibly impatient. It had been too long since any of them had known a man’s touch, and now that Ethan was here, their imaginations ran wild with the possibilities.

As the morning sun climbed higher into the sky, the women continued their questions, eagerly gathering every detail about Amara’s time with Ethan. Some whispered to one another, wondering when it would be their chance to feel what Amara had described.

Amara answered patiently, her own memories of Ethan still fresh in her mind. But as the sun warmed the courtyard and the morning began to slip into midday, she couldn’t help but think of what was yet to come. Ethan’s presence had changed everything for the women of Elaria, and their curiosity was only the beginning.

Soon, it would be their turn. And judging by their growing excitement, they could hardly wait.