Ursalo had a reply to Jera's confession but it was stolen from him the moment the second head pressed in. His breath, his thoughts, all of it scattered as Jera bore down, slowly engulfing both shafts within his amazing warmth and tightness, inch by torturous inch. All the demon had left was sheer, rapturous sensation and the last shreds of self control. He had to be still, otherwise he might hurt the elf, but by the sacred mothers it was an effort.<br/><br/>The pressure was unbelievable, nearly unbearable, and Ursalo gave a desperate whimper as his snakes writhed in agony and ecstacy both. He pulled his hands away from Jera's hips. He had to, otherwise he would have given the elf ten puncture wounds too serious to continue, and it<i>had</i>to continue. There was no way this could stop.<br/><br/>Ursalo's placed his dangerous talons above his head where his snakes wrapped around his own wrists, restraining himself. He couldn't touch Jera when all he wanted was to grab and pull and fuck, he couldn't trust himself when his own spine arched without his consent, his legs thrashing with half-aborted kicks, toes curling against the grass. All his concentration was poured into not moving and he was failing miserably at it. All his serpentine grace was gone, replaced with undisciplined shivers and jerky twitching.<br/><br/>It was too much. They couldn't, shouldn't fit. Jera would be torn in half, he couldnt possibly take anymore, but no-- the elf continued, down and down until he was seated fully on Ursalo's pelvis, thoroughly impaled.<br/><br/>Ursalo sobbed an astonished sound, overwhelmed and nearly ruined. He would not last long like this.<br/><br/>Jera begged for him to touch him and Ursalo obeyed, frantuc. He sat up and wrapped his arms around Jera's body but kept his hands away. His snakes once more curled their length around Jera's shoulders and neck, the tongues kissing at his skin. This time, they would not let go.<br/><br/>"<b>Oh darling, you are perfect, you are wondrous...</b>" Ursalo gasped into Jera's neck, so overcome he reverted to his mother tongue, his words little more than hot breath and whispery hisses, "<b>how I wish to keep you, how I wish to make you mine, I want my scent upon you, <i>always....ah, Darling!</i>"<br/>
</b><br/>The demon whined the last words as his orgasm overtook him. He couldnt stop it, it was inevitable as falling rain or crashing waves. All he could do was succumb.