Guilty x Creatures Ch. 15

Having finished with his own task, Anton glanced back at the dark elves and did a double take as Fiona stepped out from under the water.

The dark elf was facing away from Anton and was running the fingers of both of her hands through her hair as she moved away from the falling water. Standing tall, she stretched her arms straight upwards above her head and began to shift her shoulders back and forth as she worked the last of the kinks out of her body. Making her way to the valve that controlled the overhead faucet, she turned back to face her sister and planted her left hand on her hip while raising her right upwards and letting it rest on the handle of the valve.

Anton couldn't help but to be struck by her appearance. With a single look it was undeniably clear that the rejuvenate properties of the body wash, shampoo and conditioner were far more than hearsay as they had indeed had quite an effect on her.

The dark elf had certainly become clean, as indicated by the shimmering light that was being constantly reflected off of both her smooth, glistening skin and her crisp, flawlessly pure white hair, whenever she happen to move in any way. And not only was she clean but she had obviously been completely restored as well, as told by the deep, rich tone that her skin had now taken and the cleared, brightened intensity of her ruby red eyes. And even while merely standing poised with a slight slant, it was still easy to see that her strength had also been fully returned to her. As the lean musculature of her slender body, while remaining soft and supple in appearance, now belied a sense of power to each of her movements.

It didn't seem as though Fiona had simply been returned to a normal state however. As not only did her body appear to be at an improved point from where she had been even before her days of bondage, but her spirit and demeanor did as well. Looking at her now it almost seemed as though the very essence of her entire being had somehow been given an unnatural boost. Minute details of her features suddenly stood out far more clearly than they had before, such as the strong angles of her facial structure, the smooth curvature of her large eyes and the blatant sharpness of her long, pointed ears as they stood in contrast to the whiteness of her hair.

As Anton observed her he couldn't help but to feel a pang of hesitation. As although the dark elf was only standing casually, and there was no sign of any aggression in her eyes, caution still felt required now as a new sense of capability seemed to emanate from her.

Thus far Fiona had only shown fleeting points of discomfort with her nakedness, as she and her sister both appeared to take little issue with a lack of modesty. This had not necessarily translated to a high degree of self-confidence though, as this demeanor seemed to instead stem from a place of indifference. Now however, a nearly visible cloud of boldness hung in the air around the dark elf as she stood with her body on full display and poised completely nude, save for her collar. And rather than take away from her appearance, this collar instead added a sense of controlled danger to the creature whose neck it now encircled. Like a chained doberman, Fiona now seemed to be held in check by only the thinnest of margins. And seeing her as she was now, standing tall with the presence of a resting predator, it was all too easy to believe that this woman could indeed, be capable of murder.

At some unseen signal, Fiona began to turn the handle of the valve and shut off the water. As the downpour began to shrink in size, Kianna stepped out of it and leisurely made her way towards her sister. As she moved, she ran her hands through her hair in an effort to wring out the majority of the water that clung to her.

Like Fiona, Kianna had not only been both cleaned and restored, but her presence had also been given an amplification as well. Unlike her sister however, who had taken on a new level of intensity, Kianna instead carried herself with a far more subdued, though no less real, sense of self-assurance that clearly signaled that a level of capability now lay hidden just beneath the surface.

Where Fiona's essence implied a sense of danger, Kianna now gave the impression of control. Standing with the fearless confidence of old nobility, it would be easy to believe that with a single calm word she could now gain the attention of all those around her. Like her sister, the collar around her neck did not conflict with her appearance in any negative way. And instead added a sense of regality to her soft, radiant beauty.

As Kianna approached her sister the two dark elves began to have a muffled but relaxed sounding conversation.

Though standing in contrast to each other demeanor-wise, anatomically speaking, it was still quite apparent that these two dark elves shared in their genetics. Their elegant and exotic beauty as well as their overtly feminine sexual appeal was undeniable. And was being made all the more pronounced by the subliminal undercurrent of warning that now seemed to emanate from their very beings.

With both hands now resting on her hips, Fiona stood in profile with her elbows angled out behind her and her supple breasts on full display. This haughty stance perfectly showcased her thin waist as well as the deep curves that existed at the small of her back, just before the roundness of her bottom took shape beneath it.

Kianna stood at a more casual stance with her hips gently tilting to the side in such a way that her sex was left fully visible. Her large breasts were currently being both framed and lifted upwards as she held her arms folded beneath them and across her middle.

Though the two dark elves were nearly identical in appearance, their radiating personalities made it more than simple enough to still discern them as individuals.

Anton slowly shifted his gaze back and forth as he assessed the twin sisters.

Though magic-less and ignorant of their own culture, there was no question that Fiona and Kianna were both still prime examples of their species. Enslaved or not, they were dark elves, real dark elves. And looking at them as they were now destroyed any doubt that they could not be just as capable, and as potentially dangerous, as their "wild" kin could so easily be.

Anton couldn't help but to grin as the dark elves shifted their eyes in unison and stared directly at him.

"...God's alive!" he whispered softly as his grin grew into a broad smile "Beautiful! Just, beautiful!"