Ursalo hadnt accounted for the softness of elf fingers. The snake had bedded many a demon but he had yet to take a lover with hands as harmless and dexterous as Jera's. It was a different category of sensation, a wholly new type of intimacy that Ursalo had never pondered before. Such gentleness, prodding away at the most vulnerable part of the snake, startlingly pleasant.<br/><br/>Ursalo sighed and shifted his weight, letting his legs spread ever wider to give Jera room to work. He did not need to hold onto the elf for balance but he did so anyway, his hands settling on Jera's broad, freckled shoulders, the scaley palms dry and slightly cold to the touch.<br/><br/>Ursalo was cold blooded of course, and the heat of the party had faded from him quickly. His body was cool allover, except for that sacred place inside him that Jera was touching. There, he was hot as a furnace and slick, wetter than any woman that the elf had ever known intimately. Jera would find no hole. It was not a vagina despite its appearance. As his finger slipped further inside he would find two fleshy bumps, bulbous and round as plums.<br/><br/>Ursalo groaned quietly when Jera stroked and prodded at them, as those were his sensitive cockheads tucked away in the safety of his body. The snake was not yet desperate enough to release them but he would surely get there if Jera's fingers became insistent.<br/><br/>"Ah," Ursalo sighed, his snakes hissing quietly as they slithered across his back and shoulders, tensing and coiling tellingly whenever Jera did something good, "you'll soon find out, wont you?"