Likewise, Jera learned a great deal about dark elves in this one night than the whole of his existence. Of course, he was always better as a hands on learner.<br/><br/>He laid laughing in the sheets beside his grey skinned lover, the evidence of their activities drying on his thighs. His long serpentine body was stretched out in a luxurious sprawl, and all the snakes upon his head lazed about as if they were sunning themselves in the noon day heat. He could feel the vibrations of the stone beneath him, the party in the hall still going strong. The rhythm of their merriment echoed in his racing heart.<br/><br/>Ursalo turned his head to Jera and smiled, not bothering to hide his teeth anymore. Minas had instructed them not to alarm the elves if they could help it. The first elf he had grinned at had shrieked in fear and he had been careful of showing them ever since. Jera didnt seem to mind at all, which was a wonderful relief. The snake had never once in his life been self conscious of his body before and he found the anxiety frustrating and tiring.<br/><br/>"And you, sweet elf," Jera sighed and reached out to trace a long ear, "are a delight."<br/><br/>Even laying here, sated, Ursalo knew that he wanted more of the elf.<br/><br/>"My father plans to hunt in the mountains tomorrow," he said, and begun to idly brush back Jera'a wild curls, amused to find them slightly wet, "I will accompany him. I heard your prince is an accomplished hunter himself. Perhaps, if you were to put the idea in his head, we may enjoy another excursion together."