Jera had ignored Ursalo's cocks just to tease, knowing they'd leak more, and they did-- his hand filled even faster, overflowing down his arm onto his stomach in little rivulets, and he let himself enjoy the wet, filmy texture between his fingers.  It was unlike anything an elf made, but similar enough, and would work perfectly...<br/><br/>Ursalo pulled away to watch, his snakes detangling from Jera's arms and shoulders; they hissed and fretted until the demon calmed them.  There would be more, much more...  Jera smiled as Ursalo pushed his legs apart to see the elf work himself open, thighs dotted with freckles and burning with heat; it was clear the other liked what he saw, focus narrowed in on Jera's hand, on his fingers playing with himself, and it pleased the elf to have such undivided attention.<br/><br/>The way Ursalo spoke, such need and wanting coloring every word and sound, they way the demon squeezed his knee and sighed...  The servant felt revered, and he basked in that feeling.  Jera let out a soft laugh at being called beautiful, cheeks dark and hot, and Ursalo's request was fulfilled: the second finger went in as easy as the first, sinking deep past the pinkish-silver rim.  Everything shone and glistened, covered in Ursalo's slickness, and Jera hummed in pleasure as he pushed in and out-- a little faster, a little slower, pressed in as far as he could go, curling his fingers and pulling them apart inside to widen the way...  It was an obcene little show, performed just for the demon.<br/><br/>"Do you talk like this to everyone you fuck, or am I special...?"  Another tease, another finger pressing in to fill the slippery hole, seated fully and making the wet, delicate entrance throb.