A Sneaky Sera.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Sera, the elf somehow managing to be surprisingly quiet for once as she approaches you from the side. Now standing beside you, she mimes stroking an imaginary cock of her own over the ebony-skinned mage, making large, exaggerated O-faces.

Having not seen the elf in months, her antics leave you desperately trying to stifle the giggles. Pressing her slim finger to your lips, the elf shushes you as she slowly drops down to her knees.

You feel Sera's hand wrap tightly around your cock, pumping away at your length while the other hand gently fondles your heavy sack. You groan at her touch, the skills she picked up during her time as your cocksleeve thankfully still rattling around that pea-brain of hers.

Suddenly, Sera leans in to give your cock a few probing licks, tickling your most sensitive areas as she swirls her tongue over your head. There's a part of you that wants to end her little game, grab the elf by her moppy blonde hair and fuck her face so loudly the entire palace hears you.

But there would be plenty of time for that later. For now, you'll let the wild elf have her fun.

Placing your hand atop Sera's head, you guide her down to your swollen balls. Taking the hint, you soon feel the elf's tongue teasing your sack while her hands continue to stroke your prick. You make a mental note to ensure that Sera leaves with you at the end of these silly talks.

Soon your breath quickens, your toes start to curl and you feel that rising feeling in your balls. Even for a lesbian, the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm are clear to see. The elf grins, her spirited pumping enough to push you over the edge as she aims you at the mage's face.

Your cock twitches, flinging rope after rope of unrelenting spunk in the Enchanter's direction. While not quite as accurate with a spurting cock as she is her longbow, Sera manages to corral the majority of your thick load onto the lounging mage's face, splattering her delicate features with the thick, milky globs of foul-smelling essence.

With a snicker, Sera releases your cock and sprints off in the direction of the make-shift tavern, cackling like a hyena at her grand prank. Something Vivienne wanted all along but you didn't have the heart to tell her that.

"You really should keep that thing on a leash, darling." Madam de Fer offers her counsel.

"Not a bad idea..." you laugh, watching the elf knock over two servants as she scampers off.

Placing your hands at your hips, you let out a satisfied sigh as you admire your own handiwork, the spunk slowly spilling down her reclining body. The way your pearly white load contrasted with the mage's ebony skin almost brings your spent prick back to life on the spot.

"Darling, please." Vivienne smiles. "It's unbecoming of the Inquisitor to stare like that..."

"It was good seeing you again too, Vivienne." you grin, making another mental note to make use of the enchanter's assets before the summit concludes. "Enjoy the rest of your spa visit."

"Oh, I will dear," she says, stretching out on the divan as the sunbeams warm her body.

With one last look at Viv's quickly-drying face, you turn and depart from the palace's spa area hoping to find more old friends milling around the palace before the Council meeting begins.