Celie watched the elf disrobe, feeling her lust growing by the beautiful sight on display. But, as she had already decided, she wouldn't try to impose on the territory of someone else, unless invited. If need be, she could always satisfy herself. All that time spent alone in the Beastlands had made that a neccessity, although she could go long periods without even thinking about physical stimulation. The hunt kept her busy.<br/><br/>"I am not lonely." Celie insisted, she wasn't sure if it was a lie. "But you are welcome to sit with me." The closeness of the aasimar added to Celie's lust.<br/><br/>"I pity her. In spite of her strength, she seems so vulnerable." Celie leaned back against the trunk of the tree, her cloak was soft against her back. She noted that her cock was hard, but didn't hide it. Mortal shame and shyness was something her celestial half had suppressed efficiently. Celie had no underwear, and with her dress in forest-green reaching just mid-thigh, her cock had no difficulties finding its way to the open. It was massive, long and extremely thick, smooth and hairless with thick veins running along the lenght, and dark of color. "Where did you three meet?" Celie asked.