"Ohhhhh," the old priest groaned as his flagpole started to climb to attention, the bulbous head swelling up in the suction of Elea's mouth for the first time in only the Oracle knew how long. The sudden rush of blood to his lower regions made him dizzy and he swayed dangerously, but caught himself before fainting. One hand resting on the elf's head partially to guide her and partially for support, he guided her lips along the tip of his length, while the rest of his shaft slowly hardened and extended to its full length. Thick globs of salty precum leaked out over her tongue, overflowing from balls churning with renewed vigor after lying dormant for so long. Her attentions were waking up a sleeping giant, and what a giant it was, long enough to easily tickle the back of her throat and more, its girth testing how wide she could open her mouth!