Join the elf sandwich.

With your newfound libido boost, you head straight for both Nyllia and Amara who are sitting amongst a pile of soft, velvety cushions, gliding each other's delicate fingers up and down their slender bodies. Nyllia stops her hand when it reaches the lock around her neck, and then begins to glide along the fringes of her choker before leaning in close for a ticklish kiss to her shoulder. However, her eyes remain on you. They both see you approach.

"The poor kitten wants to come out and play, but this pesky thing..." Nyllia says with a smile as she tugs on Amara's choker. "You truly are the Demon King, aren't you, Kyle?"

"Actually, I chose this for myself," Amara answers for you.

"I know, sweetie. I was teasing."

As you kneel down, you raise your hand up confidently to once again summon her key from Aris. A moment passes. Then another. You soon realize that it isn't happening this time, so you gaze up at the stone ceiling above.

"What are you doing, silly?" Amara asks. She giggles as she shuffles over to wrap her arms around you and tug you towards the pillows. "We are over here."

"That is correct," adds Nyllia as she takes your other arm and joins in pulling. She then squeezes your arm between her bust as she holds you close--her breath gently tickling your neck as she remains incredibly close.

Their soft, smooth elven bodies slide up against you on either side. Amara, a bit more gentle and timid, though her hands are far from shy. It's her grip that first moves its way down and around your inner thigh to then glide up your shaft to the head. Meanwhile, Nyllia's grip is a little tighter. She squeezes, and her hand caresses over your chest as she begins kissing down your cheek, and then past your neck to your collarbone. To have two gorgeous elves give your body such affectionate attention is a dream. Your stuck between them, and they aren't fighting over you at all. They're working together. With perfect, stimulating synergy, they feel you up and down and kiss against your skin purely trying to bring you pleasure.

You slip your fingers through Amara's long, golden hair, and tug her head in close for a passionate kiss on the lips. She moans immediately as your tongues dance. It seems she really enjoys kissing, even more than the others. You can tell she's lost in the moment, especially as her eyes flutter shut. Though as this happens, her grip around your cock falls loose. Without missing a beat, Nyllia somehow knows to snatch it the instant after. When you glance over, you see a coy smirk across her face, and a piercing, hungry stare.

"How is this?" Nyllia asks quietly as she runs her hand down the back of your head.

As you pop your lips free from Amara's, the girl pants heavily over your chin.

"... Kyle. You are quite sore, yes?" she asks. Then she lays both her hands against you. There's a warm, golden glow, and then she says the magic words, "Major Heal".

Suddenly, a lot of your aches and pains fade away, and you feel a newfound well of energy. "Oh wow! Thanks, Amara. That felt great."

"It... s-sure did," she mumbles as she shifts uncomfortably in place--face flushed.

Nyllia chuckles. "You are quite kinky, Ms. Tedrilui, you know."

"You can call me Amara if you would like," she says timidly. "And uhm, you are as well. You are such a powerful hero. An adventurer everybody respects. Never did I ever guess you would join me in something so..."

"Fun?" Nyllia finishes the sentence for her as she pushes her hand into your chest and forces you down onto your back. As she leans over your throbbing body, her breasts hand down, and her long, pink locks tickle against your nose. She looks into your eyes with a striking, sexy pink gaze--face red, breathing heavy. It's true that it's a surprise that Nyllia would turn out to be such a closet freak, but it seems she had a lot hidden behind her silver armour, like a smoking hot body and a desire to use it. "Follow my lead, Amara."

The other nods. "Yes, Nyllia."

With her tongue fully extended, Nyllia drags the flat of it slowly all the way from your balls to the top of your cock, lingering at the end as she twirling it around the head. Then after a glance to the side, Amara joins in. The two of them lick it simultaneously--tongues touching, and it ends with them meeting lips for a lingering kiss. But it doesn't last long. They move right back down to lick it again, this time even harder. You can hear their panting--feel the hot air from their mouths. And all the while, they're looking straight up at you, as if inspecting your reactions with great pleasure.

Oh my fucking god.

After a moment longer of them going to town on your member, Nyllia tenses up. She pulls back from your cock and lets out a surprised, gasping moan.

You peek around her to see something pink and gelatinous moving around. It's crawling up her figure, and exploring every nook and cranny it can find. With Nyllia still bent over, she's in a very **** position, and it seems there's more than enough liquid to attract Jelly for a meal.

"Ah, the slime!" Nyllia exclaims as she falls to her stomach. Then as she rolls over, you can see the creeping blob exploring between her breasts, though especially her legs. It squirms its way inside, and by the looks of things, it must feel amazing. All the elf can do is arch her back and moan out in ecstasy as her body is thoroughly covered both inside and out. "Oh, ooh goodness~!"

"Thirsty, Jelly?" you ask with a grin. "Drink all you'd like."

You're surprised to see that the joke actually acted as legitimate permission for Jelly to go wild. As soon as you say that, Nyllia screams out another moan as the slime begins to vibrate wildly--squirming deeper inside, sucking, drinking. Her nipples are tugged and her legs are pushed open wider.

As you watch, Amara wraps her arms around your side again. Her face nuzzles against your neck. "You should help her," she whispers.

"She looks like she's enjoying herself," you reply.

"I meant to help Jelly."