Jera's hot palms took a hold of Ursalo's face and the demon had to stop and simply bask between the heat of his palms. A soft sound of want breathed out against Jera's neck and the snakes hissed sweetly in agreement, coiling in excitement and ecstacy.<br/><br/>Jera's words were equally as heated, bringing forth more flashes of last night so that the very air simmered, as if the flyaway sparks of the campfire had spread beyond its pit to dance between them.<br/><br/>"Yessssss, you have been good darling," Ursalo hissed, his voice becoming breathier but deeper, as if the voices of his snakes spoke through the same throat, pitched with a rumbling, reptilian purr.  "So tremendoussssly good."<br/><br/>Ursalo's head lowered to Jera's nipple, his favorite 'quirk' so far. He could not kiss or lick at it, but he could bush his closed lips against and feel its softness. As he did so, his hands busied with untying Jera's trousers and fishing out his cock.<br/><br/>This part of Jera was the hottest of them all and Ursalo groaned as he stroked it, the flesh so very soft and velvety against his scaled palms. The trousers were eventually pushed away and the elf laid naked beneath him. His own were wet, his cocks having sprung free the moment Jera made such petulant sounds. He would have to remove them soon but he could not petting Jera's beautiful shaft long enough to do so.