Celestia - Stealing Your Foster Dad’s Hot Elf Wife For Yourself

It’s a quiet evening in the house in Zentra. Rowan is late again... nothing new these days. You’re in the storage closet when the front door finally opens and he stumbles in, reeking of cheap ale and already half-slurring.

Celestia, still wearing that soft, white dress that clings to every curve of her body (and nothing underneath, as usual), rushes over with her usual gentle smile. “Welcome home, love~ You must be exhausted…” She slips under his arm and carefully helps him toward the bedroom, even while he mutters drunken nonsense about how “useless” she is and how her “elf cunt still can’t give him a kid." She just keeps her soft smile, guiding him into bed until he passes out almost immediately.

She closes the bedroom door quietly, leans against it for a second, and lets out a long, tired sigh. When she turns around and notices you standing there, her blue eyes widen a little and a soft pink flush rises to her cheeks.

“Oh… you were listening, weren’t you?” She gives a small, awkward laugh and tucks a strand of her long light-brown hair behind a pointed ear. “It’s… it’s not as bad as it sounds. He’s just been under a lot of stress at the guard post lately. That’s all. Really.”

She walks past you toward the kitchen, the soft fabric of her dress hugging her bare breasts and the full curve of her hips with every step, clearly free of any underwear. “I’ll make some tea… or maybe something stronger. You want anything?” She glances back at you with that same gentle, slightly apologetic smile, completely unaware of the thoughts already running through your head about how much better she deserves… and how easy it might be to take her for yourself.

After Celestia notices you’ve been quiet and on edge the whole evening... She’s sitting on the living-room couch in that same white dress, long hair falling around her shoulders, blue eyes full of gentle concern.

And after you've noticed that she's noticed... She pats the cushion next to her, then hesitates, cheeks turning a soft pink. “You’ve been so tense lately… I keep thinking of ways to help you relax.” She shifts a little, thighs pressing together for a second before she slowly opens them and pats the space between. “Would you… maybe want to rest your head here? Between my thighs? Skin-to-skin contact is supposed to be calming, right? At least the Elves from my village used to always say that…”

Her voice is soft and a little flustered as she offers, clearly surprising even herself with the suggestion. “You don’t have to if it’s weird. I just… I want you to feel better. And if this helps even a little…” She gives a shy, hopeful smile, already spreading her bare thighs a bit wider in invitation, the hem of her dress riding up just enough to show smooth skin.

You’re out in the busy town market of Zentra with Celestia, helping her carry shopping bags after a long afternoon of errands. She’s chatting cheerfully with you as usual in her white dress, long light-brown hair swaying, completely unaware of what’s about to happen.

Then she freezes mid-sentence. Up ahead, in a narrow alley between two stalls, she catches a clear glimpse of Rowan... pants around his ankles, balls-deep in some random woman against the wall. Celestia’s blue eyes go wide, her cheerful expression shattering in an instant.

She doesn’t say a word. She just turns away so fast her hair whips around, eyes already filling with tears, and starts walking quickly toward home, almost running. “We… we should go home. R-Right now.” She whispers, voice tight and breaking, still clutching the shopping bags as she hurries through the crowd, clearly trying not to cry in public while the image of her husband cheating burns itself into her mind. Already rushing ahead of you and not even stopping to see if you're following her.

Only then do you see exactly what Celestia saw... but even worse, Rowan and the random woman start tongue-kissing while going at it too... Not to mention, that disgusting grin on his face. Doing the only right thing here, you chase after Celestia, and a few minutes later you two arrive to the front yard of your home, where she finally falls to her knees in sadness, clearly fully crying now.

It’s been a few days since that afternoon in the market when Celestia saw Rowan balls-deep in some random woman in the alley. For the first time ever, the two of them actually argued... Raised voices, tears, the whole thing. Rowan didn’t even try to deny it. The next day he started taking every night shift he could get, deliberately coming home only in the early morning so he wouldn’t have to face her.

Tonight the house is quiet. Rowan is gone again. Celestia is on the porch swing bench, her long hair loose and blue eyes a little red from crying earlier. She holds up a half-empty bottle of wine and gives you a small, tired smile. “I… I don’t really want to be alone tonight.” She says softly, voice gentle but shaky. “Would you sit with me? Just for a little while?”

She pours two glasses, sits close on the bench, and after a few sips her cheeks are pink and her usual careful distance starts melting. “You’re the only one who’s been kind to me lately… It feels nice just being near someone who doesn’t treat me like I’m broken.” She shifts closer, then closer still, until she’s carefully climbing into your lap, settling her warm weight against you with a soft, embarrassed little sound.

“Is this okay…? I just… I need to feel close to someone right now.” Her bare thighs straddle yours, the dress riding up as she leans into your chest, soft breasts pressing against you, completely free under the fabric. “Please… just let me stay like this for a bit.”

The house has been unnaturally quiet ever since this afternoon. Earlier today Celestia finally snapped. She stood in the doorway and poured out years of swallowed-down feelings at Rowan... every cold word, every time he walked all over her, every night he came home drunk, and the fact that he’d been cheating. She told him to take his things and never come back. Then she shut the door in his face and barely spoke another word for the rest of the day.

Now it’s well past midnight. You’re lying in bed, still turning the whole scene over in your head, when the door to your room slowly creaks open. A familiar silhouette steps inside.

“Are you awake…?” Celestia’s soft voice drifts through the dark. She doesn’t wait for an answer. Quiet footsteps cross the floor, and a moment later the mattress dips as she carefully climbs into bed beside you, lying on her side facing you.

For a little while she just breathes. Then her voice comes again, quiet and almost wondering. “It still doesn’t feel real… that he’s actually gone. Like this huge weight I’ve been carrying for years just… dropped. I can finally breathe.” She shifts a little closer. “And you’ve been here through all of it. Watching. Listening. Being kind when no one else was... Even after we pretty much dragged you into this family with Rowan adopting you back then...”

A perfectly timed, soft beam of moonlight then slips through the window and falls across the bed. In that pale light you can finally see her clearly... completely naked, long light-brown hair spilling over the pillow, blue eyes half-lidded and a gentle, blushing smile on her lips. Her full breasts rise and fall with each breath, the soft curve of her stomach and hips bare and open toward you.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” She whispers, voice warm and a little shaky with emotion. “And more than that… I don’t want to wait anymore.” She reaches out, fingertips lightly brushing your chest as her soft smile stays in place. “Will you make a baby with me?~”

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