Teryl's Tales of Whim~The elven maidens were not how the King had expected.
They were beautiful, yes, but...
"Er... is that smell...natural?"
"Oh yes," purred a dusky blonde, sheer white fabric barely clinging to her curves.
"It is our magical musk," smiled another, wearing gold lace.
"We smell strongest around royalty," giggled curly haired twins clad in gossamer and shadow.
The elves bathed frantically once the King abandoned his quest for an elven bride.
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