Ursalo melted a little into Jera's hands, relaxing into each soft stroke and letting any tension disappear from his sinuous body.  It was a lovely sight, the way the demon just turned fluid, his snakes coiling and whispering silvery sounds of pleasure...<br/><br/>The elf was entranced, and his smile only grew as he heard Ursalo speak-- his voice was different, deeper and resonating with multitudes of tones, like he was now speaking for more than just himself.  Dozens of little bright eyes were on him, shining in the dark and the firelight, and Jera was so pleased to know the demon agreed, that he was willing to give him his prize...<br/><br/>As Ursalo worked his way down, finally brushing his lips over Jera's chest, the redhead let out a quiet laugh: it just felt so nice, that delicious little bit of pushing and prodding as Ursalo played, explored.  The little nub of flesh stiffened, raised up and grew firm, and Jera felt himself twitch as Ursalo untied the stays on his pants and pushed the fabric away.<br/><br/>The laughter turned to a sigh as Ursalo took Jera into his hands; he was hard and ready, the scales cool against the sensitive skin, but they warmed quickly once the demon began to rub up and down.  Ursalo's groan was matched, Jera arching into the attention and sliding his hands down to rest along the snake's spine and his shoulders.  He throbbed under Ursalo's strokes, malleable enough to fondle but insistently springing back into place, and soon enough he began to leak just a few shining drops from the blunt head.<br/><br/>"You... You've been awfully good, too...  Do you want to be rewarded...?  I think I'd give you anything, right now...  I'd... I'd bring you the moon, if I could catch it."  Jera's jokes were broken up with quiet pants and tiny swallowed moans, hips pressing up towards the other's and fingers harmlessly digging against glossy black and white scales.