A change overtook Ursalo, transformed the demon right in front of Jera's eyes: he watched as the other seemed to unravel, his snakes slithering erratically and strange little sounds escaping his thin lips, body taut beneath Jera's hands and between his thighs.  The elf was entranced, felt he understood what was happening-- yes, this was overwhelming, this was too much, but oh it was<i>glorious</i>.  Glorious and everything he wanted.<br/><br/>It seemed impossible to fit together like this, but they had managed before, and now they were successful again.  Jera had missed it, the heaviness he could feel in the core of his body, the thickness that stretched him as far as he could go, his limits pushed and edging between pain and pleasure; it left a fullness, a heat burning within that could not be replicated, and Jera added to Ursalo's chorus of ecstasy with a few notes of his own.  Yes, yes...<br/><br/>Ursalo had let go of him, had pulled his hands away-- to keep from hurting the elf, to keep himself inder control, perhaps-- and had let his snakes coil around his wrists in a desperate, clinging manner.  But once Jera begged, the demon gave in without hesitation; he sat up and wrapped his arms around Jera tightly, his snakes finding their way to his shoulders and his neck once more, and Jera was surrounded, as he'd wished to be.  Tucked in the immovable embrace of a mighty serpent, speared and made his.<br/><br/>They both were near weeping, just overtaken by the moment, by the sheer power in each sensation welling up and spilling over.  Jera gasped and moaned as Ursalo spoke in his ear, though the words made no sense to him: they were silky and unknowable, a language he had no familiarity with, and all the elf could do was revel in the sounds and enjoy the lulling tones.  He rocked his hips as he listened, arms curled around Ursalo to hold the demon close, chest to chest and stiff cock rubbing harshly against the smooth plane of scales; it was near torture, but so divine all the same...<br/><br/>And then it happened, and Ursalo came inside him, and Jera thought he might die right then.  It would have been a good death, even a perfect one, to leave the world impaled and fucked to death by such a magnificent being.  His toes curled and his fingers grabbed, thighs trembling and abused hole fluttering as the heat streamed in, somehow filling up spaces that he hadn't even known were there, and Jera let out a keening wail to the sky.  The gods should be envious of him tonight.