No

I cleared my throat, anchoring my eyes to the ceiling to avoid the sea of bare, dusky-blue skin.

“I appreciate the hospitality,” I stammered, setting the wine down. “But I’ll keep my clothes on. I’ll just stay for a quick drink.”

Amused chuckles rippled through the room. Elarinya leaned back, her massive breasts shifting enticingly, while Lythirn shook his head, his thick length swaying casually as he poured the moonberry wine.

“As you wish, Your Highness,” Lythirn chuckled, handing me a cup.

I took a heavy gulp and sat on a separate wooden stool, desperately trying to focus on conversation. It was highly distracting; every time Elarinya laughed, her dark, prominent crests bounced arrestingly, and whenever the muscular male elves shifted, their heavy members flexed against their thighs.

Noticing my intense, wide-eyed focus, Elarinya let out a low, purring laugh. She adjusted herself on the plush cushions, purposely drawing my gaze toward the soft curve of her lap.

“Tell me, little prince,” she teased, her eyes gleaming with ancient mischief, “do humans always prefer to stand in the shade and observe the bloom, rather than pluck the blossom themselves? There is no shame in a quiet spectator, but the nectar tastes far better when you actually participate.”

My face flushed a deep crimson as I quickly took another long sip of the wine, entirely missing the implication of her analogy.

“Oh, well, back in Beornia, our royal botanists actually prefer observing,” I stammered, nodding earnestly. “We find that if you pluck the blossom too early, you ruin the specimen before it can properly mature. It’s much safer to study it from a respectable distance.”

A collective wave of rich, thoroughly amused laughter erupted from the cushions, but before I could figure out what was so funny, Elarinya’s playful smile turned heavy and predatory.

“Is that so?” she murmured, her golden eyes locking onto the two tall, muscular male elves lounging right beside her. “A shame, truly!”

Without a shred of hesitation, she stretched out her long, dusky-blue limbs and went right to work. She draped a leg over the sculpted thigh of the elf to her left, using her bare foot to slide slowly up his muscle and stroke right against his thick, heavy length. At the same time, her hand tangled in the silver hair of the male next to him, pulling his mouth down to her large, heavy breasts.

Surprised, I jumped up.

“I, erm... should rejoin my entourage before my knight sends a search party!”

Lythirn walked me to the root threshold. He gave me a knowing grin as the soft sighs and shifting bodies on the cushions echoed behind him.

“Safe travels, Terro. It truly is a shame, the festivities are just starting, I’m sure your entourage could’ve waited a bit longer.”

I offered a quick bow and practically bolted into the cool night air. My heart hammered as I adjusted my tight tunic, completely overwhelmed by what I had just witnessed -and yet, as I walked back, a lingering ache told me I had made a mistake in not staying... Stupid Terro!