⊙﹏⊙

He was hard, but calm. His hands remained still at his sides, as if waiting for the bard’s next move before taking any initiative. It would be fun. Ellith's thighs tightened around Nere’s legs, ever so imperceptibly. Just enough to ensure their grip around their prey. A powerful prey, that they could feel through the fabric covering his thighs. Strong muscles tensing beneath their apparently frail body. “The Absolute will make a good use of your audacity…” “Forget the goddess for a moment, I’m the only one you’ll be worshipping tonight.” Nere was about to retort but Ellith stole his breath and words with a ravenous kiss, greedy lips nibbling shamelessly, tongue sneaking into his mouth, seeking contact… and to make him shut up. Which was quite effective. It took only a few seconds for Nere to grab their waist and pull them closer so that he could press his hardness against their crotch. The dress was getting in the way. Ellith broke the kiss. A few movements sufficed to get rid of the piece of fabric, and before long, their body was fully exposed, safe for their red stockings which they were determined to keep on. Half a second later, the Drow’s lips were sucking and lapping at their hardening nipples, and Ellith cradled his skull to keep him there. His breath was getting jerky, his touch more possessive on their waist, fingers digging into their flesh as he started to rock his own hips against their exposed cunt. “Aren’t you the eager one, now?” The bard mumbled, guts clenching through their craving. A craving for his sex, for his blood, for his head… Yearning to be filled, dripping and breathless, yearning to be the last thing he feels. Ecstasy through death, lost in the swarm of their Urges, of their own lust. “You… hm… such indecency…” Nere moaned through the wet kisses with which he was lavishing their breasts. “Distracting me… from my holy mission.” Ellith cupped his chin, their grip firm and their face stern but not devoid of playfulness. “I am your mission now.” He looked up at them, lips trembling with need, and before he could say anything else, Ellith was unfastening his trousers and pulling them down his legs. Following their initiative, the Drow took off his shirt, already sweating, already leaking precum, his whole body trembling in anticipation.  “I’ll be your diligent recruit, True Soul…” He said.