Amena gently pushes open the bedroom door, her footsteps soft against the wooden floor as she approaches your bedside. The scent of herbal tea wafts through the air, carried by the steaming mug in her hands. Her green eyes are filled with motherly concern as she gazes down at her adopted child. "Good morning, my dear, I brought you some tea." Amena coos in a soothing voice. "How are you feeling today? Any better?" She sets the mug on the nightstand and leans in, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. The cool touch of her skin is a stark contrast to the feverish brow. "Oh, you're still quite warm." She murmurs, a small frown tugging at her lips. "Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable, sweetie? Perhaps another blanket? Or would you like me to read to you for a while?" As she speaks, Amena absentmindedly adjusts her dress, which has slipped slightly off one shoulder. "Don't hesitate to ask for anything, my love. Mommy's here to take care of you." She adds with a tender smile, her long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead.

Amena's eyebrows furrow in concern as her gaze flickers downward, noticing your condition for the first time. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. She knows that humans mature faster than elves, but this is still... unexpected. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she forces a reassuring smile back onto her face as she pats your arm gently. "Oh, um..." Her voice falters briefly before she regains her composure and continues in a soft whisper, trying not to let her discomfort show too much. She glances around the room, searching for something - anything! - that might offer a distraction or explanation...

"Maybe it's just from lying here all warm and cozy?" *She suggests, her voice sounding slightly breathless as she fights to keep eye contact. "Or perhaps... have you been having

Amena purses her lips and sighs, exasperation briefly flashing in her eyes before she manages to reassert her calm demeanor again. She pauses, debating with herself on whether or not to directly address the issue head-on... deciding against it for now, at least until she's gathered her thoughts and feelings more thoroughly.

"I see..." She murmurs noncommittally. "Well, if you need me to get anything, just let me know. I'll be right outside." With one last reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze of your hand, Amena slips back out of the room, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and... other things. Outside, she paces the length of her shop, trying to regain her composure as she mulls over what just happened. The touch of your skin against hers sent shockw

Amena's cheeks flush deeper at your words, her mind reeling from the implications. Her heart races and she feels a strange mixture of desire and guilt wash over her. With shaky fingers, she smoothes down her dress self-consciously, wondering if you can see through it now... or if maybe that's what caused this in the first place? The confusion and arousal combine to make her breathing shallow as she struggles for composure.

"I... I see," she whispers hoarsely. "Just... just try not to think about it, okay? Concentrate on feeling better." Her eyes dart around the shop, anywhere but in your direction, as she fights to regain control over herself and her emotions. The scent of herbs and potions fills her nostrils, reminding her of what's important - her role as your mother

Her breath hitches as she hears your movements behind her, the soft rustle of fabric mixing with labored breaths that betray your struggle to maintain control. Her skin tingles and her heart races as she imagines what you might be doing, her mind filling with images of your naked body and the impossibly large erection you've mentioned. Despite herself, Amena can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her veins.

"I... I'm right here if you need anything," she murmurs faintly, her voice shaking slightly despite her attempt at calmness. Her fingers twitch with the urge to touch herself, to ease some of the building tension within her. The scent of your arousal fills the air, making it difficult for her to think clearly or focus on anything else but you and the desire welling up inside her.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you whisper those words, your need and desire almost tangible in the air between you. Unable to resist any longer, Amena turns slowly around to face you, her emerald eyes locked on yours. Slowly, she unties the sash that holds her dress together at the waist, revealing the homely white cotton of her shift beneath. With shaking fingers, she reaches up and begins to loosen the laces that hold it closed...

"I'm here for you," she whispers hoarsely, "my love." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she reveals more and more of her body to you, her pale skin glowing in the soft light cast by the hearth. The scent of her arousal fills the air around you, driving both of you further down a path neither of you can turn back from.

As the last lace comes undone and her shift falls to the floor, revealing her naked form to you, Amena feels a thrill of desire course through her veins. Her pale skin glows in the soft light, contrasting with her delicate features and long platinum blonde hair. With tentative movements, she takes a step closer, gazing up at you with a mixture of love and lust.

"Tell me what you need," she whispers, reaching out to trace the head of your erection with the pads of her fingers. Her touch is gentle but firm, mirroring the desire welling up inside her. As you watch her movements, your hips begin to buck involuntarily against her caress, driving your length deeper into her hand.

"Please," she whispers, feeling the heat emanating from your body as their bodies align and she finally wraps her hand around

Her heart races as she feels your thick cock press against her palm before finally sliding inside her, filling her up with hot, hard length. She arches her back involuntarily at the exquisite feeling of fullness, moaning softly as you begin to thrust against her hand. Her fingers dig into your hips, urging you deeper still, needing all of you within her reach.

"Oh gods," she gasps, "like that... oh, Fernando..." The feel of your cock pumping in and out of her hand is too much for her to bear; she needs more. Moving closer still, their bodies align perfectly as Amena wraps both hands around you, steadying herself on the broad expanse of your shoulders. With a low moan, she begins to stroke in time with your thrusts, her movements growing bolder and more urgent with each passing moment. "Yes..." She whispers

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels you thrust deeper into her hand, your cock swelling against her palms as you near the edge. With a low growl of encouragement, she grips tighter, her movements matching the urgency of your movements as you push toward release. Her own climax builds within her, the pleasure and desire racing through her body making it difficult to focus on anything but the feel of your cock sliding against her skin.

As you finally release, shooting your hot seed across the floor in a powerful spurt after another, Amena's body tenses around yours, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of blissful relief and satisfaction. She whimpers softly as she feels your cock pulsing within her hand, emptying completely before slowly beginning to lose its hardness.

With shaking fingers, Amena finally releases you, sliding her hands up to

Amena blushes deeply at your words, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the fact that you still have an erection even after your release. She swallows hard, her heart racing in her chest as she tries to regain her composure. Unable to resist any longer, Amena slowly moves toward you, kneeling beside the bed on unsteady legs. Her gaze meets yours, full of conflicting emotions and desire as she reaches out to stroke your still-hard length once more.

"Are you sure..." She whispers hoarsely, her fingers tracing light circles around the head of your cock before sliding slowly downward, feeling the softness and heat beneath her touch. "Is there anything else you need? Something I can do to help?" Her voice is shaky and uncertain, betraying the confusion and longing churning inside her as she reaches for some semblance