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TDM 003: #BEACHBUMS

I. BEACH

Welcome arrivals, new and old! The skies on Erku may be perpetually gray, but the weather has taken a sudden turn to summertime heat. Fortunately, soaring temperatures have chased away more of the strange fog that conceals so much of the island, unveiling a charming, sandy cove dotted here and there with rustic love shacks. These shabby little lean-tos are dusty and sparse, but they provide everything one (or two, wink wink) might need for a little relief from the sun. Just don’t wander too far... that fog has memory-loss properties.

II. DRINKS

The 'bots are very apologetic about the whole fog incident, and they are trying to get on the new arrivals' good sides by giving out fancy drinks. Of course, they still haven't mastered the art of making things properly, so each drink has a little something... extra.

Geloso: Has a slightly bitter, yet refreshing herbal taste... and it will make you feel inexplicably envious of virtually anything, to a petty degree! Be it someone else’s shoes or their incredibly muscular physique, you’re jealous enough to tell them about it!
Colpito: Fruity and sweet like candy. If you drink this, you will feel hopelessly infatuated with the very next person who catches your eye!
Vivace: Delightfully tart, with a flavor somewhere between citrus and raspberry. This summery drink will fill you with bubbly energy. Whether you’re feeling flirty or just mischievous and playful, you’ve never felt more alive!
Verace: Creamy, earthy, and a little nutty - the flavor is hard to describe, but delicious. After drinking this, you’ll feel strangely compelled to spill something you’ve been keeping a secret, no matter how incriminating or embarrassing.
Conoscere: The robots are especially excited about this flavor! They’ve heard organic beings enjoy chocolate, and hope you like their first attempt (it’s a little bitter, but it is chocolatey). Those who drink this will feel incredibly confident and sensual. Better yet, if you share it with a partner - which the 'bots encourage you to do - you’ll find that every touch is enhanced, and every sensation is shared between the two of you. A lucky few may even be able to sense one another’s thoughts!

III. SNACKS

Lo! As you ask, the Augur shall provide. Thanks to the efforts of your organic predecessors in restoring the planet’s Eros energy, edible fishes and seaweeds have returned to the ponds and the shores of Erku. If you fancy yourself savvy to basic survival skills, why not fashion up a fishing rod and catch yourself dinner? Just be careful if you happen to hook one of the octopus creatures from the deeper waters - they can be quite forward with their tentacles!

Or, if primitive angling isn’t in your repertoire, you can always trade some credits for a tasty catch from one of the food stalls along the coast. Most stalls are manned by 'bots, but there’s nothing stopping an enterprising arrival from setting up shop. No credits? No problem! The robots have also provided a bit of entertainment, and any volunteers to man the kissing booth, get dunked in the wet t-shirt dunk tank, or grill up some fish - among other opportunities - will find credits automatically loaded onto the payment app of their bracelet devices. The 'bots are recruiting especially hard for participants to work in the gloryhole tent!

IV. SPARKLES

As dusk descends, the white sands of the beach suddenly come alive with glittering lights. It’s as if the darkened waters have carried a thousand shining stars from the depths of the sea to the shores of the cove. In actuality, each little twinkle is a bioluminescent plankton or jellyfish! Feel free to wade among them and admire their shine; even the sting of the jellies won’t hurt you... though they do pack a different punch. The tentacles of the jellyfish elicit a powerful aphrodisiac response, which gets the heart racing and the blood pumping for an intimate touch. The effects come on within a matter of minutes, and last for a few hours. Only time will relieve the symptoms, but a partner will help to make it more bearable.

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[Plankton, huh? That's a strange word.

Jingyi stares at the little creature curiously before turning his gaze towards the demon. While this man looks like something demonic, it certainly doesn't act it. This is quite peculiar for the spirit medium, especially since he has fought his fair share of monsters.

That's why he's still a little on edge. He's half-expecting this monster to leap at him.]

If this is what fish eat, it's a wonder why they don't glow as well.

[The sudden question catches him slightly off-guard. Jingyi stares at the plantlike creature with an arched brow.]

You've never seen an elf before, have you?

[Curious. Most curious.]

My kind doesn't hail from the mortal realm.

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[Trahearne's brow lifts at hearing that one. Elf? Not mortal? That earns the man a quizzical look before Trahearne asks,]

Just a moment? Let me return these creatures to their home.

[With that, Trahearne turns to kneel briefly in the surf, releasing the plankton back into the water. He's starting to feel strange, and it has little to do with their conversation. He's too warm, and his sap is starting to flow far quicker than it should be. When he stands to face Jingyi again, his movements are stiffer than before.]

To answer your question, you are the first elf I have met. If you're not mortal, does that make you a servant of the gods?

[The sylvari didn't have their own gods, but the human gods certainly existed in Tyria before they drew back from the world and went silent. It was less a matter of faith and more a matter of proof, as far as Trahearne was concerned, and there was enough proof to make it fact.]

And do you know which realm we're in now?

['He's a gentle one.' Jingyi can't help but admire that gentleness. More often than not, people are harsh and uncaring of the environment around them. While Jingyi knows not everyone is like this, he sometimes cannot help but feel that most mortals simply don't appreciate the beauty of life.

Momentarily roused out of his thoughts, Jingyi pauses as he ponders an answer. Should he be forthright and answer truthfully? Maybe. So far the creature before him doesn't seem like the type to become hostile towards him. Some of the people of Jian weren't very welcoming of his kind.]

I suppose you could say that. [He answers with a slight grin.] The winged-elves serve as messengers for the gods.

Although, our numbers have waned since the coming of the Mist.

[Jingyi cannot help but sigh a little. He's nowhere near the last of his kind but the winged-elves are in jeopardy.]

This seems to be Jian, the Mortal Realm, but it feels...off.

A mist? [Trahearne echoes him, torn between being intrigued by his statements and the sheer beauty of the man before him. It was becoming harder to concentrate on this new knowledge while he was distracted by both the reactions of his own body and the fall of the elf's hair around his ears.]

How curious. The world I hail from has a number of religions, but the human gods were at one point more active until they retreated from the world over two hundred years ago. What we call the Mists is where souls return when they die, for it is said that all forms of life originate from it.

[The similar name could be a coincidence, of course. That's all the more reason that Trahearne finds it interesting that the two of them might have some few things in common.]

If you could pinpoint what feels off to you, I would very much like to know. I am absolutely certain I'm supposed to be dead, yet this is nothing like any afterlife I've ever heard of.

[Seeming oblivious to Trahearne's gaze, Jingyi unconsciously tucks a few of those long blond strands behind his ears. His ears are considered rather short in comparison with other elves. That's because he's a halfbreed but it's not that noticeable. His ears are pointed enough to peek out through his hair.]

Human Gods? Interesting.

[He cannot help but arch his brow. Just the thought of a mortal achieving such a status worries him but he doesn't dare voice it. Instead, he focuses on what the other mentioned about the Mist in his realm.]

The Mist of your realm sounds oddly similar to how we Seekers purify souls. We wash them of their past sins using our own chi before releasing them to the Heavens.

[He mutters once they finally make it back to dry land. With a sigh, he settles down under the shade of a nearby palm tree. It's terribly hot out here today. A bit too much for the elf judging from the beads of sweat dripping down his brow. The poor thing looks miserable but he wears his misery with such grace.]

You're supposed to be dead?

[The surprise in his tone is telling.]

If it eases your worries, your chi still burns.

[Trahearne follows him over to the tree, opting to kneel next to him in the sand, close enough to reach out and touch. He has the benefit of being unable to sweat, and is quite enjoying the heat, but he doesn't mind getting out of the sun for a while. Trahearne has some vague hope that it might slow his sap back down and make him feel less antsy.]

I am not sure what chi is, but I'll take that as a good sign, [he replies with a note of humor in his tone.] Between grievous injuries and an overload of magic, I can't explain how I still have a body at all. Yet here I am, as though none of it ever happened.

[And that disturbed him quite a bit. Whether or not sylvari even had souls at all was debated on by scholars even before his death, given that none of his people left ghosts behind even after traumatic deaths. It's possible he couldn't be a ghost at all, and yet Trahearne has no explanation for the restoration of his physical presence and senses.]

I can't say I know where souls on Tyria are shepherded after they enter the Mists. Much of it is still shrouded in mystery, if you'll forgive the pun. Each religion has their own theories.

[He's becoming distracted again, watching the beads of sweat forming against Jingyi's skin. Trahearne reaches out to swipe some of the sweat off of his temple, briefly marveling at the feel of his soft skin. He has little body heat himself, his stem-like bark cool to the touch as a consequence.] Are you well, my friend? You seem to be leaking.

Only souls know where they go and unfortunately, they're unable to whisper.

[Jingyi has a morbid sense of humor but there's some truth behind his words. Every religion claims to know what happens to the soul once it leaves its body but unless they can talk to spirits, they're only theorizing at best. However, none of that matters here. They're both alive and well.]

Let us worry less about the dead and worry more about the living.

[Jingyi momentarily into the touch, quietly marveling at how cool those bark-like fingers felt against his sweaty brow. He feels like he's dying out here in this heat. While that's not entirely true, Jingyi isn't used to such heat. It's bit much for him but he appreciates the feeling of those cold fingers.]

It would be better if we were indoors. [He mutters with a sigh.] The heat ill-suits me.

[He reaches for the plant man's hand and brings it to his cheek. That feels good.]

What is your name, little sprig?

[If there's anyone that doesn't mind a morbid attitude, it's Trahearne. In the meantime he's thoroughly charmed by the way the elf captures his hand, unable to resist brushing his thumb right underneath his bottom lip. His skin felt so soft against Trahearne's bark that it's hard to resist the urge for more.]

There's not many that call me 'little' these days, [he comments with a smile.] My name is Trahearne, and if we're to worry about the living, let's start with you. There are a few small buildings here along the beach. Perhaps we could find some fresh water for you within.

[With that, Trahearne stands once more, offering him a hand up. He honestly hasn't considered the real reason the bungalows have been provided for them, but either way, they're still the best option for getting Jingyi out of the heat.]

Trahearne?

[The name is a little difficult to pronounce but after a few tries, Jingyi gets the hang of it.]

How unique, much like the man before me.

[Yes, he's flirting. How can he not? Trahearne is not a scary monster as he thought. The Sylvari has better manners than most people, even the elves! Jingyi is a little surprised.]

You have my thanks, Trahearne.

[Jingyi takes the offered hand with an appreciative bow. He's a little wobbly but no worse for wear. The heat is a bit too much for Jingyi to bear but thankfully, Trahearne doesn't have to worry too much about him fainting. He holds onto Trahearne's arm to keep himself upright. His warm hands resting gently against the smooth bark and leaves. Even now, Jingyi cannot help but marvel at the coolness of his bark-like flesh. It's refreshing.]

Forgive me for asking but does the heat not bother you?

[Trahearne gives Jingyi a pleased smile, happy to offer his arm. The nearest bungalow has a door that's hanging open, obviously unoccupied, so Trahearne steers them in that direction.]

I would not seem so unique if you had met any of my other brothers or sisters. Do you not have sylvari where you hail from?

[That's something that's been bothering him about the gathering here on the beach - there was not another sylvari in sight, nor any other sort of plant people. It was bad enough to be so far from his own world, but that part of it made him feel somewhat more uncomfortable.

Not that he was uncomfortable now. Jingyi was a lovely distraction, and Trahearne is all the more thankful that the leaves he wears are more than adequate at hiding his physical reaction to the man's warmth and soft skin.]

To answer your question, my people originate from a jungle. Extreme heat might do it, but this amount is more comfortable for me. Even energizing sometimes, especially when the sun is still overhead.

[It's a good thing no one is inside. Jingyi doubts he would have the strength to find another bungalow. The heat is a bit too much for him.]

Somehow I doubt that, Trahearne.

[He says sweetly after he finds someplace to sit once they're inside. There are a few cushions on the floor for welcomed guests along with a jug of water upon a nearby table followed by other toiletries. It seems that the droids were expecting their guests to make use of these huts today.]

I'm afraid that your kind does not exist within the Vale.

We have Flower Maidens instead who tend the woods there. While they share some human characteristics, they're plants much like you.

[While it goes without saying that Flower Maidens resemble flowers more so than trees or ferns, Trahearne share in their likeness somewhat. His dark leaves and bark make Trahearne look far more threatening than that of the Maidens but he's beautiful nonetheless.]

How fortunate it must be to be a Sylvari.

[Jingyi comments with a chuckle as he invites Trahearne to sit beside him.]

I would appreciate the ability to absorb the heat with such ease but I'm merely flesh and bone.

[A pause.]

Flesh, bone, and feathers, I mean.

[ He beats his colorful wings gently as if to illustrate his point. ]

[Hearing about the Flower Maidens makes Trahearne relax visibly.] They sound like sylvari in all but name, then. Many of my people resemble flowers, though not all of them. [Perhaps he'd had no reason to worry after all. Just knowing that people like him could exist beyond Tyria, in places not plagued by the Elder Dragons, was a relief.

Once Jingyi is seated, Trahearne turns to the table to take up one of the available cups and pour him some water. It's only then that he gets a good look at the other supplies on the table - the condoms in their wrappers he doesn't recognize right away, but he knows full well what the labeled 'personal lubricant' is for, the knowledge making his need spike even higher. He takes one of the travel-sized tubes without even thinking about it, stashing it in a well-hidden pocket within his leaves.

Only then does he turn around again, gasping softly at the sight of his wings.] My dear, they're incredible. [He steps over to hand Jingyi the cup of water before sinking to his knees on the cushions, reaching out to touch his wings, fascinated. He's quite careful about it even as he runs his hand along the top of one wing, before brushing his fingers through the feathers.]

You are full of wonderful surprises. Can you use them to fly?

[ Jingyi graciously takes the water with a nod before quickly drinking it in just a few gulps. Thank goodness the robots had the foresight to leave some water for their unwilling guests. It's nice and cool, perfect for a hot summery day. While Jingyi still feels a little warm, he's no longer roasting in his own sweat. ]

That's much better. [ He mutters as Trahearne settles down beside him. ] I thought I was going to melt--

[ The elf trails off suddenly once Trahearne starts stroking his feathers. He sits there for a moment in a complete daze, his turquoise gaze widening with surprise. ]

That feels good.

[Jingyi nearly purrs as he offers more of his wing to him. It's been a while since anyone stroked his feathers like this. It's a blissful feeling, to say the least, especially since his wings are quite sensitive. He all but curls up against Trahearne, his gaze glassy with unspoken desire.]

Yes, I can fly. All of the winged-ones can fly with ease since we hail from the heavens above.

[Trahearne sucks in a breath only seconds before wrapping his other arm around Jingyi's waist, making a bold move in pulling the other man onto his lap. It leaves the elf resting against the surface of a breastplate formed of hardened leaves, and if he moves just right, he may even be poked by Trahearne's erection, blunted as it is through the layers of greenery he's wearing.]

Truly beautiful, [he murmurs, continuing to gently brush his fingers through his feathers, favoring one wing at first before switching to the other. But then Trahearne leans in to brush his lips against Jingyi's ear, gently nibbling along the long edge of it, his breath cool instead of warm. Much like the rest of him.]

Tell me... I must know your name.

[Aching with need as he is, he's already tempted to start tearing away silk and leaves both, but Trahearne is trying to restrain himself. It wasn't normal for him to feel this frantic, yet he's sure he'll burst if his stamen isn't soon given some attention.]

[If Jingyi was in his right mind, then maybe things wouldn't be progressing as quickly as they are. Fortunately, he isn't. While the elf is indeed rather charming individual, he's a little bit of a stick in the mud sometimes. However, that's not the case now. After having one too many alcoholic beverages prior to meeting the tall, dark, and leafy one, Jingyi is more than compliant. That's why he settles upon Trahearne's lap with such a content grin. He does gasp in surprise once he felt something hard poking at him. It seems that this walking fern isn't just a bundle of twigs and leaves after all. This amuses Jingyi to no end.]

Is that a branch I feel?

[ He questions with a devious little snicker as Trahearne keeps combing through his feathers. You know, he could get used to being spoiled like this. It's not every day that Jingyi gets someone to treat him like a king. He lets out another delighted sigh when suddenly the plant man asks for his name. Has he been this impolite the entire? Jingyi hopes not but he can't remember if he ever gave his name.]

Guiying.

[ He answers with his style name as he leans back to admire Trahearne's ethereal gaze.]

It means "cinnamon flower" in my native tongue but my true name is actually Jingyi which means "quiet joy".

[Trahearne's glow flares a little brighter when Jingyi mentions his so-called branch, a brief burst of embarrassment that's soon smothered by the enticing feeling of having the man in his lap. He'd forgotten how warm the fleshier races were, as though the elf had been lying in the sun all day, just waiting for Trahearne to come along and soak up his heat.]

Both are quite poetic. Which one would you like to be called?

[He can't help but smirk mischievously, the hand that had been stroking his feathers moving instead to where Jingyi's robes met his neck, to start drawing the fabric away from his shoulder almost agonizingly slow.]

I'd be happy to let you feel more of my branch, but I'd prefer to know which name should cross my lips while you're doing it.

[After giving the question some thought, Jingyi finally has an answer.]

Guiying.

[It's not that Trahearne doesn't deserve to know his true name, it's only because he's grown fond of that name over the years. He picked this name out of defiance. It's a subtle jab at his father who's name rhymes with his. However, his reasoning has since changed now that he's being urged to conduct such lewd acts. Maybe it would be best to be known by a pseudonym rather than by his true name. That way none of his brow-raising exploits will ever reach home.]

Now, will you gift me with the chance to feel this branch?

[He questions with a flirty smile as he blindly feels around within that bundle of leaves for the source of that delicious hardness.]

I'm curious to see just how different we are.

[Of course, he says this while casually letting the silk fabric of his robe fall past his shoulder.]

[Trahearne groans softly as Jingyi finds the hardness amid his leaves, making him roll his hips upward instinctively.]

I do appreciate an inquisitive mind. Allow me.

[Once you get past what his clothes are actually formed of, what Trahearne's wearing isn't too complicated, but annoying for an intimate encounter. He has to scoot Jingyi back off of his lap to give himself room to work; sweeping aside the long leaves that make up the skirt he wears, the next layer of leaves are like leggings that he has to shove down. Finally there's a pair of modesty leaves that are essentially grown-in underwear, which he also carelessly pushes aside to reveal himself.

His phallus mostly has a humanoid shape, except for the smooth ridges banded down the upper side of his length, darker in color like the ones on his face. Those glow as well in the dimmed lighting of the hut, like a series of stripes. Trahearne has berries to accompany the twig, of course, but since he hasn't stripped all of his leaves off those are a bit harder to see at the moment.]

You'll have to forgive my eagerness, Guiying. I've become quite taken by you.

[ Jingyi makes a face akin to a scolded cat when he's scooted off Trahearne's lap. That sour expression doesn't linger for long once Trahearne starts undressing. Just how does a Sylvari undress? Well, Jingyi is about to find out. It comes as no surprise that those lovely leaves are indeed the Sylvari's clothes. It's a little peculiar but Jingyi has seen odder things in his short life. He watches in anticipation as Trahearne disrobes, his gaze focused on the smooth skinlike form under all the leaves and bark. Then comes the leggings, those strange ornate leggings that look like a combination of vines and leaves.

It's a spectacular sight to behold once Trahearne is finally bare. The Sylvari's anatomy mimics that of a human but barely. Jingyi can't help but grin once he sees that lovely branch peeking from in between those modesty leaves. He finds it fascinating how nature can mimic humanity so effortlessly and yet be unique in terms of design.

It's rather humbling. ]

There's no need for apologies.

[The elf says as he leans forward to caress the phallic tip of Trahearne's cock.]

It feels good to know I have that effect upon you.

[A devilish smirk forms upon Jingyi's lips as he leans in tentatively for a lick. Ah, it's as he thought. Since Trahearne is indeed a plant, he lacks the telltale musk typically associated with average men.]

Tell me what you desire.

[He whispers as he brushes his lips against the underside of Trahearne's cock.]

[If the first touch makes him suck in a breath, the feel of his tongue makes Trahearne shiver hard enough for a rustle of leaves to be audible. By the Pale Tree, how is he meant to withstand such teasing, especially while he's such a state? He has no way of explaining how Jingyi has flamed his arousal quite so high, when he was normally much more in control, but at the same time he's too far gone to seriously question it now.]

My dear, if you continue on as you are now I'd be very happy.

[Trahearne reclines back on one arm, both giving him more room to work and also better revealing the fruit tucked between his thighs, covered in their own delicate layer of leaves. Once in position, he reaches out to stroke his fingers through Jingyi's hair, enjoying the feel of the silk-like strands against his bark.]

I'll be glad to return the favor, of course. I've never tasted an elf before.

[Instead of replying, Jingyi licks a long wet stripe along the underside of Trahearne's cock as confirmation. He isn't opposed to the idea of having the Sylvari's mouth upon him but as of right now, Jingyi wants to taste more of this branch. A purr ebbs off his lips once Trahearne starts stroking his hair. Despite the oppressive heat, Trahearne's fingers remain shockingly cool. It feels nice to have his long fingers card through his hair, especially once he decides to swallow his cock whole.

No one knows how much of a deviant Jingyi truly is outside of a handful of past lovers. No one knew of how perverse the mild-mannered doctor can be and Jingyi kept that way out of fear of besmirching his family's name. Thankfully, he doesn't have to worry about that anymore. He can take his pleasure freely here upon this nameless island. It's been a while since he sucked anyone off but his mouth remembers.

Jingyi shamelessly bobs his head up and down the Sylvari's cock like a common whore, his lips soft and moist against the thrumming flesh. He peeks up at Trahearne briefly, his turquoise gaze filled with unspoken need before noticing the two fruits just below the Sylvari's branch. He pauses momentarily in his ministrations, his eyes blinking in surprise once he sees them. Once the initial shock wears off, Jingyi continues sucking Trahearne off while giving those pretty fruits a gentle squeeze.]

[Trahearne audibly gaps when the elf swallows him without warning, giving him such a jolt of pleasure that he has to concentrate on keeping his body still, allowing Jingyi to do as he liked. If he still had any lingering doubts about being alive, this dispelled them entirely. How could he possibly be dead with such heady sensations coursing through him, running as rapidly as his overheated sap? This was so very far from what he experienced in his last hours that they were starting to feel like a bad dream.]

That's kind of you, [he groans when he sees what Jingyi is doing to his fruit, hand moving to cup the back of his head.] But I have no feeling there. Try... tugging where they're attached to me. Gently.

[That was bound to garner a few questions, but he could explain that later. Now that Jingyi has continued, Trahearne can go back to watching and feeling how adeptly the elf handles his aching stamen - which now has slightly sweet pre budding at the tip in a sure sign of his pleasure. He's remained glowing as well, near as bright as possible, the purple shining against all his greenery.]

[Jingyi lets out a confused hum that vibrates deliciously against Trahearne's cock as he peeks up at him. So those berries in the back are just for show? That explains why he doesn't feel anything stirring within them as he squeezes them. He draws back briefly to take a breath before attempting to find the right fruits this time. However, Jingyi pauses once he tastes something sweet upon his lips. It's almost like honey but a bit more earthy in taste. Jingyi touches his lips briefly before suddenly grinning like a madman.]

You're sweet. [He mutters with untold excitement.] You taste so...sweet.

[He lets out a merry laugh as he leans down to reclaim Trahearne's cock for a second time. Now that he knows that the Sylvari has sap instead of actual cum, the elf slurps him up with renewed vigor. He licks his tongue all around the warmed flesh purposely teasing the underside of his cock. The elf takes him deeper and deeper within his mouth, almost down his throat at this point.]

[Trahearne has very little time to react, eyes widening the grin on Jingyi's face. Perhaps he should have expected something like this, but it was such a fact of life for Trahearne to have sap and nectar that he hadn't stopped to think twice about it. But now, as the elf dives back in to continue pleasuring him, Trahearne is fairly certain that he's in trouble.]

Ah-! Guiying!

[A moan escapes him as he twists his fingers in Jingyi's hair, holding on for dear life. He's leaking pre more copiously now, the sensations of a warm mouth and talented tongue near making him tremble. Trahearne can't remember the last time that lovemaking felt this intense, his stamen as sensitive to every brush and movement as if he were a sapling again.]

You'll be tasting my nectar soon if you don't slow down!

[There's nothing more delightful than hearing his name on Trahearne's lips. Jingyi peeks up at him with glee as he keeps vigorously sucking him off. He can taste the sweet nectar upon his tongue as he keeps bobbing his head up and down. It's been a while since he last gave anyone a proper blowjob but the thrill is still there.

Jingyi is painfully hard under his robes since he neglected it on purpose. If he was to stroke himself now, he would surely cum and ruin Trahearne's chances of tasting him later. That's why he puts his all into sucking Trahearne hard and fast.

He utterly refuses to slow down as he keeps chasing Trahearne's orgasm. The elf could feel more of that sweet sap pooling within his mouth. It tastes so good that Jingyi swears he's sucking up honey. He keeps sucking vigorously on the Sylvari's stamen before deciding to slow down just a bit. His jaw is a little swore.

Jingyi sloppily pulls Trahearne out of his mouth and flicks his tongue across the engorged head. He's breathless, red from exertion, and completely within a sex-crazed daze.]

I want more of this.

[He moans against Trahearne's cock as he keeps licking him.]

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