Zyrah gasped at Erel's warm breath on her ear, shivering, and let out a soft squeak as she was penetrated. Her folds were soft, silken, and she expertly squeezed around the shaft, panting softly. She quivered, and pushed back into each stroke, holding back her moans only with difficulty. And Erel's ring would flicker on her hand with Nocticula's symbol as the elf began to lose control, her sounds growing slightly louder.