Wait Until Jerai Regains Consciousness To Fuck Tamera

"So," you ask. "what did you see in this scrawny elf in the first place?"

Tamera smiles and presses her thighs together. "Well... we grew up together. He was my best friend, always sweet to me, and always put me above himself. By the time we matured, we realized that we had mutual feelings for each other, and started a relationship. He was always shy, and he never rushed into things, but we eventually made love under the elves sacred tree. But it took him nearly fifty years to sum up the courage to ask me to marry him, and I accepted. Sure, he wasn't the strongest, fastest, or even the most talented, but he was mine. I've loved him my entire life, and I still do, but only as my precious friend."

You get pretty jealous of Jerai in that moment. "So, who's better? Me or him"

Tamera pouts as she looks at you. "That's an unfair question. That's like asking which of my arms do I like better. I can't answer it."

"Then I'll keep it simple, who gives the better fuck?"

Tamera blushes and looks down at the floor. "Y-you do... by far."

Any jealousy you once felt about Jerai instantly vanishes with those words, and even feel a sense of pride that your elf mate willingly likes your fucking over her own kind's.