Dick

Slowly running your tongue along your top lip, you reach your hand out and grip Xharlion's flaccid dick. Gripping it in your hand, you slowly slide your hand up and down as you would on yourself. Your gaze snaps to Xharlion's face when the elf makes a small noise.

With no further reaction from him, you speed up your pace. The elf's dick slowly hardens, lengthening more by an inch or so. Still in awe of his endowment for how slight he is, your grip tightens and your strokes roughen. Precum bubbles from his tip, dripping down his shaft, lubing your hand for a faster pace. You lick your lips as you imagine what it'd be like to have his tool running through you in a more intimate way.

Xharlion's legs start shaking. His thighs press harder together, essentially locking your hand in place. You let out a low yelp when his hand is suddenly on yours, gripping your hand so tightly, his slight claws dig into your skin. Its enough to hurt but not enough to draw blood. You slowly bring your gaze towards his face. His glowing orbs bore into yours. "What do you think you're doing?"

_'I...' _You bite your lip.

You'll have to choose your next actions carefully, 'least you want to die.