Making peace

Eventually the knot deflated and Aeriella felt huge relief as the softening penis left her rear entrance. She felt something else as well - skin rubbing against her back, separated only be the thin fabric of the tight catsuit. She turned her head around and saw a man, he was standing up on slightly uneven legs. He was still tall, about 190 centimetres, and athletic, but not nearly as imposing in his human form; he reached his hand towards the elf.

“Thank you” were the man’s first words “my name is Bion.”

“I’m Aeriella” the sorceress accepted the help and got up. In her high-heeled boots she could look the man in the eye.

“It’s good you came and was clearly prepared. I have problems controlling my urges.”

‘I noticed. You’ll need to be taught self control and I know just the right woman for that job.”

“Yourself?”

“No. Someone even better.”

“Can anyone be better?”

“Not many, but she’s a priestess of Sune. Let’s go. I need a shower and a glass of wine, and these can’t be found in a glade.”

“But I’m naked!”

“You were naked the whole time and it didn’t bother you. It’s night anyway.“

The four drow were patiently waiting the whole time behind the trees. It was not easy to watch a two hour long rough sex scene and have no way of releasing their own sexual tension that was building inside their loins. They had to wait some more, until they escorted the pair to the court, there were more than enough women to help them. But most importantly that was were Valora, the priestess of Sune, would teach Bion how to hold his sexual urges at bay. But that is a tale for another time.