Ursalo watched Jera's hands move down between them. There was his clever fingers, his rough palms, pressed under the weeping heads of the demon's double cocks but not petting, not fondling. Cupped to gather the liquid and no more than that. They twitched at the injustice of that, dribbling all the harder at the denial.<br/><br/>It took so little time for Jera's hand to be full, the liquid dripping over the sides like an overflowing cup, wetting his wrist and delicate wrist bone. Ursalo had to watch, he needed to see the elf penetrate himself with his own slick, so he pulled himself away from Jera's delicious warmth and sat up.<br/><br/>The snakes gently disengaged as Ursalo sat back upon his heels, unwinding and finding refuge upon their master's shoulders. They complained slightly at the loss of Jera's skin but they quieted down as they too took notice of Jera's actions. Ursalo grasped both of the elf's legs and spread them wider so all of them could see better.<br/><br/>"I am no poet," he murmured, breathless and wanting, "I only say the truth that liessss before me. And you, little elf, are so...incredibly.....beautiful."<br/><br/>Ursalo's voice began to falter, too focused on the sight before him to remember what he was saying. He sighed in wanting as Jera's finger sank as far as it could go, his skin wet and glistening in the firefight.<br/><br/>"Oh darling, another pleassse," Ursalo urged, his hand squeezing at Jera's knee in an unconscious plea. He wanted to be inside so badly.<br/><br/>He groaned when Jera complied, his cocks twitching in pure delight.