Being all alone in their tent sharing the same makeshift bed, the lovers couldn't keep their hands off each other even if they wanted. The events of the day, especially the near-death experience filled their hearts with so much fear; that their bodies ached as if it was their last day together.
Their lips locked with a glaze of luster in between, the jealous Elf reached over to Amedith's groin and undid his chastity swiftly. Coiling her two fingers around his length, she felt his body shiver from the sudden touch. Pulling away from the kiss with a groan, his frail-looking arms folded against Mel's chest.
"Aghh…" Attempting to hide his moans, he buried his face against her breasts. But instead of helping him stay sane the sweet scent of a woman's body only drowned his senses further.
