(6-9) A few more minutes

I stood there, completely trapped between appearances and the raw spectacle happening just yards away. The heat in my face was hot enough to melt snow, but as my eyes drifted back to the two heavily panting elves, my feet refused to budge.

“Could we... just stay for a few more minutes?” I mumbled, the words slipping out before my brain could stop them. “Just to make sure they’re... uh, okay. Safely finishing their match. For diplomatic monitoring purposes.”

Elarinya let out a tiny, stifled sound, but she didn’t object.

“If you think it is necessary for state affairs, prince,” she whispered softly, shifting a bit closer to me in the brush.

An incredibly awkward silence settled between us, broken only by the rhythmic, wet sounds of the clearing. For the first few seconds, I tried to look anywhere else - the canopy, the leaves... my own boots! However, it was hard to resist and the night elf wrestlers quickly attracted my gaze like a magnet. Despite her seemingly pretense of polite disinterest, Elarinya’s breathing soon began to hitch and her golden eyes widened. I stole a glance at her and saw a flush creeping up her elegant neck. She was captivated. And honestly, seeing her get flustered by it only made my own heart hammer harder, the tension in my trousers growing painfully tight...

With a low, dominant growl, the top elf gripped his partner’s flared hips and violently accelerated the pace. Every deep, unyielding thrust made the bottom elf’s body shudder against the moss, his fingers clawing wildly into the dirt as he let out loud, entirely uninhibited cries of pure ecstasy. From what I could hear, he let out whimpers as if begging the top to stop, but to no avail. Soon, he wasn’t even trying to fight it anymore; his head rolled back, his eyes closed in sheer surrender as he began to roll his hips right back into the brutal, slick friction. I found myself leaning forward, completely breathless, my confidence in my straight sexuality taking a slight, but undeniable hit as we watched them drive each other toward the brink.

Soon, the top elf let out a final grunt and pulled out his cock, spurt after spurt of thick ropes flying out to cover his opponent’s ass...

A few minutes later, Elarinya and I left the scene. I asked her about the place that she wanted to show me, but she dismissed it as nothing that is really worth seeing and insisted she just walk me back towards the tavern where my party was staying.