Keep your eyes on Amara.

As the three prepare to leave, your attention remains on the slender figure of Amara--the elf, the kind-hearted, the cleric. Her body is as graceful as an elf from your dreams. She's fair-skinned, to where she nearly seems to glow by the light of the morning sun. The gown she wears does little to conceal her by the revealing beam coming across the room from the bedchamber's window. There's a perfect silhouette of her slim, naked body beneath it, with only the slightest hint of detail. The gown isn't long, however, so her lengthy legs distract your eyes the most. Speaking of which, her gaze is beautiful and green, as if a pair of shimmering emeralds are looking back at you. The two of you linger this gaze for longer than what was meant.

"Amara?" Eva asks, as if repeating herself. She did call on her, but neither of you noticed.

The elf turns. "Ah. Apologies." She extends out her hands towards her and speaks the words, "Midnight Gown!" to place the same spell upon her ally. It seems the bunnyfolk fears walking down the hall back to her own room in nothing more than her birthday suit.

With the glistening gown around her body, Eva gives her a thumbs-up. They'd look identical if not for the elf's choker. "Thanks! That's better. All right, Kyle. See you in a few. I gotta fill my belly."

Hardly a moment after she departs, Niki follows behind with one final wave of her hand high into the air. "Seeya!" she calls out.

Amara would have also gone if she wasn't still distracted by your gaze. The two of you remain quiet for a time--perhaps longer than either of you expected. She does speak up first, however. "It seems we are now alone."

"We are," you say back. "And I don't mind."

A warm smile curls up from her lips. "Please stay where you are, for just a short time longer."

"I guess we aren't as busy anymore, are we?"

"That is right. We have all the time in the world," she whispers as she crawls herself back down onto the bed. She places a gentle hand to your cheek, and then she moves closer. Her warm breath tickles your chin. Then without more hesitation, she pushes her soft lips against yours. The kiss lingers, and you return the gesture with a hand through her hair, and towards the back of her head to grasp her firmly.

She moans to the kiss. The longer it goes on, the more she flushes. Eventually, she pulls away and licks her lips. Slowly, she makes her way down to your chest. Then your stomach. Your body twitches once you realize where she's going next.

Amara's delicate touch to your thighs, and then to the shape behind the thin fabric of your pajama pants, causes you to flinch. Your cock slowly rises as she lovingly caresses the growing bulge. Then with another lick of her lips, she tugs down the waistband, and frees your erection. It springs up in front of her face, and her nostrils flare. Her lips tremble. It's as if for a moment, she's become enthralled by the view, or perhaps the warmth, or maybe even the scent. She then pushes her lips against the bottom of it, and kisses up to the tip. Her hands curl around the base, and they move up to take a gentle yet firm hold of your cock, while her tongue extends out and begins to lick.

She wraps her lips around the head, and then uses both her hands to brush back her hair from getting in the way. It doesn't last long, with nothing to tie it up, but she no longer cares about her golden locks flowing down the sides of her head, around her pointed ears, as her focus is on one specific thing--your cock. She begins thrusting it slowly down to her throat as her tongue plays upon the bottom. Inside and out, she gives it a playful suck, and once in awhile, she glances up to see your reaction.

It's one of pleasure, naturally. You feel amazing. Though you keep your attention down back to her, you lean back and groan softly.

There isn't an inch of your manhood she doesn't attend to. She kisses, licks, and sucks on the shaft, down to the base from the head, and even plays with your balls, as her lips seek out every bit of skin they can press against. She seems enthralled by it. While she may not be a succubus, there's something overwhelming by her technique. It's different. There's a gentle loving touch to how she moves, and her lips are some of the softest you've felt. Her hands run up and down here her tongue is not, and the multiple sensations are surprisingly overwhelming. You wonder if she's practiced.

"I would just like you to cum," she whispers. Her gentle breath tickles your shaft. "To start this morning with a light body and spirit."

You could last all morning and then some, but that isn't what she desires. She wants to give you something quick, and it's honestly quite nice to not have to hold anything back. You rescind your will to resist letting go, and allow your balls to throb, and your body to race towards its climax. You watch as she works, and that drives you further, though what causes just as much pleasure is her enthusiasm. She acts with such a tender love, and all she wants to do in this very moment is drain you dry. It's amazing. You smile as you moan, and before you know it, your toes are curling and it's almost time.

It seems she's noticed. Suddenly, she grabs your dick harder and takes it in as deep as she can. Her moans become frantic. The beautiful sound pushes you even harder towards your climax. Then at last, you let go. Your cock throbs, sending every last drop you have into her mouth. She gulps it all down, milking you for everything you have. None of it goes to waste. It's almost too much. When the final drops trickle out, she pulls back enough to tenderly run her tongue up around the head and to the last droplet from the tip. Then with a smile, she pulls back and whispers out, "Mmmmm".

"Oh Amara," you mutter back, struggling with the desire to lay back and fall asleep once more.

"I love when you say my name," she says, crawling up to kiss your forehead. "And I am glad I was able to help you this morning. But you should not linger. There is much to do. Though now you may do it without anything to burden you."

You place a hand upon your forehead. "I definitely feel lighter."

She giggles. "Yes. Well, that was a lot." Then she pulls herself back up again and beckons you with a movement of her fingers. "Let us have breakfast. Though, for some reason, I am no longer hungry."