Have fun in the pillows.

This room was set up with many blankets, cushions, pillows, and more, so you might as well make use of it, and for its obvious intended purpose. Only a few steps brings you to a mattress, which you lower her gently down upon. Her dress spreads out over the red silken sheet, providing a contrast to the blushing angel--figuratively speaking--you have pinned down by both your hands. She looks to you with rapid breaths, and with eyes locked directly on yours. As you look down her beautiful body, you place a hand upon the chest of her dress as you briefly flash a gaze back to Yaera to say, "I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to do something rather naughty with the gift you've given her."

"Oh Kyle," says her mother. While she may be the embodiment of a hopeful beacon of light, this elven matron needs no introduction to risqué ideas. There's an experience you can read in her eyes. And when she sees you pin down her daughter, she can't help but feel the excitement on her behalf. "You do whatever you desire," she whispers in a manner where it almost feels like a command than permission."

You feel Amara's excitement like a shock through the chest. Speaking of which, that's where you grab. You take hold of the garment, and with all the strength you've built up over your time climbing, leaping, fighting, and more, to grasp the fabric and tear the front of the dress open. It's not a clean cut, yet the feral nature of the material being shredded only seems to excite the elves further. After just a couple yanks, you pull the tear all the way down to the bottom, and open it entirely to reveal a lacey set of pure white panties and a bra, each decorated with tiny pink hearts--such sweet and adorable undergarments upon a slender body. Elves certainly have the most wonderful legs of all the races, though they also have a supernatural beauty to them, with smooth, perfect skin, almost radiant in a manner similar to actual angels. When she lays there, and stares up at you barely clothed, your cock tingles in impatience for all it's about to experience.

Now when you kiss her neck, she moans far louder, and your lips are able to continue downward to her breasts. Again you rip a garment in half, though admittedly a brassiere is somewhat easier, and drag your warm tongue up over her firmly excited nipples. Her back arches as she whimpers out sounds of pure ecstasy, though less so in a way only where it feels good, but mostly in a way where her body is absolutely begging for release and everything is rushing back to her at once. Not to leave her waiting, you kiss down her soft belly before you push yourself firmly between her legs, against the fabric of her panties. She jolts in ecstasy at the touch--at yours, and knowing that without the choker, she's fully free to cum at last. Just to keep it going, you don't slip her last garment down, but instead rip it open, immediately plunging your tongue past the hot, eager lips of her pussy while she's still riding the thrill of having her attire torn to shreds.

You know you can just cast Mend later anyway.

Her smooth, slender legs wrap around your head and keep you firmly held in place as her body trembles with unrelenting excitement, like one dehydrated not just offered a glass of water but an entire tank all at once, and it's certainly not far off given the soaking wet sheets. You take her by the thighs and return her grasp with one even firmer, and you trust your face, and therefore her body, down into the mattress with a squeak and a squeak, though said noises are hardly audible beneath the song she sings by tone of moan, gasping for breath as she lets out frantic sounds of pure ecstasy. The knot within her circuit of mana has built up tension for so long between her legs that she hardly lasts any longer. To the attack by your tongue, she cums in moments, gasping even harder as she throws her head back against the pillows and lets the euphoria rush over her entire body.

You drag your tongue up her stomach, and between her tits before you plant a passionate kiss on her lips. She returns with another kiss, and another, before she's coating your face with the tickle of a thousand butterflies.

You hear a panicked yet pleasured yelp not far behind you. Slowly, you turn around upon Amara's breast, and there you see Eva near your feet. You continue to turn until you're laying back against the elven woman's body, and there she holds you affectionately while the two of you watch the bunnyfolk with great interest.

As you do, Mistress Dajy behind her repeats the same action. She delivers a motivational slap to her jiggling ass, nudging her even closer. Eva stumbles, rubbing her rump as she looks to you with flustered eyes. She's now entirely nude. Not a single garment covers her busy figure, and she doesn't even make an effort in covering up. Perhaps she was convinced to stop. The nipples upon her bouncy breasts point up, firm and eager to be handled, as a trickle of anticipation runs down her inner thigh. You notice that her eyes linger downward, locked upon the front of your trousers where there's a very obvious bulge straining to escape.

Amara's tender hands caress down your upper chest from behind as your head slips down to rest between her legs. "I have him held tight," she says with obvious exaggeration. "If you'd like to take advantage of this, Ms. Beela." She smiles.

Eva's nostrils flare with embarrassment. Briefly, she looks back to Dajy, and fearing another spank, she crawls down on her hands and knees. You watch as her bountiful busts bounces to her slow, accidentally sensual movements done with a humiliated hesitancy, though also an obvious excitement and burning hot desire. Her hands grasp your legs as she makes her way to the source of her interest, as of to an angler fish's lure. She bites her lip, and slides a shaking hand up your thigh, and then she immediately takes pleasure in the feeling of your hard shaft between her fingers. To the motion and sound you make in response, her eyes light up, and she brings her face down closer while grasping your cock between the grasp of both her hands.

It doesn't take long for her to work off your belt and slip down your pants. For a moment, it's difficult for her to remove them all the way given her eyes not leaving the far more pronounced shape of your dick squeezed behind the thin fabric of your undergarments. In fact, she can't help it any longer. She dives down and drags her tongue over the material, soaking your underwear in her saliva as she goes wild. You're **** to take hold of her pale lavender hair and get her to briefly stop, so that she may return to her senses and continue undressing you.

She removes your final lower article of clothing, and then at last is able to wrap her hand around the base and plunge it deep into her mouth. She takes your dick to her throat, rolling her tongue around it rapidly like a starving rabbit finding a carrot. She moans as her eyes flutter, taking in the taste and feeling of your member all throughout the inside of her hot, wet mouth. She thrusts it inside and out, and as she does, you lean back from the pleasure to see Amara's eyes above. She runs her fingers back through your hair, truly sending you to heaven.

After a moment, Amara shifts up slightly and aids in the eager removal of your shirt. It seems she's rather excited to see the rest of you. Then she runs the tips of her fingers up your toned stomach, chest, and then back through your blue locks while sighing softly.

Eva then crawls up. Yes, she manages to pull herself away from your cock to do so. Her body craves the promise of a touch inside, so it doesn't take long for her to set upon it. She lowers her thighs, and brings the tip of your dick past her lower lips. As her pussy pulls open, she lets out a long sigh of relief as her eyes roll back, and she takes every inch of you inside her. Then she rises again, using the strength of her glutes to gyrate her hips up and down over it, as if she's been practicing, or perhaps her instincts have superseded her usually more flustered nature. Flushed of course she still is, with a face burning red, especially from all the eyes that must be on her naked body, but her attention is fully on you. She bounces up and down, riding that dick until all her thoughts are distant.

You feel her thrust up and down upon your lap more quickly, and her moans become more ****--whimpering, helpless, and oh so ready to cum. Just like Amara, it doesn't take long, though at least she had no magical collar to bring her desperation to a breaking point. Still, your dick does things to her, and she can't help but burst. Moments pass, though not many, before she's reached a rapid pace. You run your hands up and down her sexy body, grasping at her perfect tits and down her cute stomach, though when you begin to rub her clit that's when she truly loses control. She cums hard, screaming out in ecstasy as she struggles to find the strength to buck further, though you easily help her through the orgasm.

As she slows her movements, Amara changes positions. She crawls up and over your face, giving you quite the view, and one that become darker by the moment. She sits her soft cheeks down upon your face, quivering as the touch of your tongue that immediately lashes up in retaliation. While you can't quite see--

Just then, you glance up to where you can, beyond the backside of Amara to Delphi who also lands atop, though instead of sitting, she stands on your forehead with an orb in her hand. It isn't just any old orb, however, but the Arcane Eye.

"I don't know why, but I felt this might come in handy. You know, for some kinky stuff or something," she explains.

The moment she places it down between your eyes, your rightmost one fades into a swirl of magic, and the Arcane Eye sprouts wings and takes flight. It soars around to the side of what's happening, and it's truly a surreal sight. You're able to see yourself, and you watch as both Eva and Amara ride on top of you.

Amara has taken the bunnyfolk tenderly with a finger to her chin, and has motioned her into a delicate kiss. Though Eva may be one of the girls who prefers the company of men, or more specifically you, the most, a noodle is also straight until it's wet. Their tongues dance between each other's mouths while Eva bounces up and down on your dick, and Amara squirms to your tongue beneath the push of her ass against your face. You'd think, "What a lucky guy," if it wasn't Kyle Warren himself you were observing.