<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PAl5eEo.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Drip Hazelfuff (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2536081)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21 -<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 4/4  lv.2 - 1/2<strong>BI:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Drip shot Mae a playful wink as she asked whether it was talent or skill that allowed him to swallow Falgrim's tool down to the root. Unfortunately she'd have to wait a bit longer for a verbal answer, as it would be rude to speak with his mouth full. The dwarf would feel a purr echo through the boy's throat as he took hold of his horns, always grateful when someone could naturally intuit where they were supposed to grab onto.<br/><br/>While it may be a crass comparison, the sensation of fucking the stayr's throat really could be likened to a pussy, and a good one too. The way his throat contracted and squeezed around him, massaging his length all the way down, constantly salivating to provide plenty of lubricant, it was hot and sloppy in all the best ways, and Drip took it like a champ. And from the way he moaned around the dwarf's cock, one would be forgiven for thinking his mouth was as sensitive as a pussy as well, his whole body quivering every time his fat knob grazed his tonsils, as if they were a g-spot.<br/><br/>Needless to say Drip was quite aroused at being used so carelessly, and Mae would see his erection stick out proudly. It's shape was predictably inhuman (and inelven for that matter), instead much more bestial. Though more surprising was the size. It appeared that no one had told Drip's cock that he was supposed to be frail and slender and girly all over, for the fey femboy was sporting something close to a foot in length at least, and thick and juicy to boot. Though one supposed that made sense for a Satyr, all the stories and myths didn't come from no where.<br/><br/>Before Falgrim could get too close to cumming, Drip gave his hip a few light slaps to signal for a break, letting out a heavy gasp as he pulled off his stout member, "alright big boy, let's not rush to the finish too quickly" he teased, gripping Falgrim's dick by the base and playfully slapping himself with it, stamping his face with sticky splotches of saliva and pre, "after all Mae still needs a turn" he cooed.<br/><br/>Turning to the half elf Drip took her by the hand, the same one that had just been toying with herself, and slowly, sensually sucked each finger clean, holding eye contact with her the entire time. He then brought her hand to Falgrim's cock, guiding her to squeeze him with her spit-slicked fingers, "now, natural born talent is good and all, but anything worth doing takes time and practice to master..." he mused, leaning in to give Mae a kiss, sharing the faint lingering taste of dwarven manhood on his tongue, "think of this tasty morsel here as an instrument" he said, guiding Mae's hand up and down Falgrim's cock, "You can learn to strum out a few crude chords easily enough..." he said, having her start to stroke it faster, though somewhat awkwardly, "...but to really make it sing you need a practiced hand..." he said, laying his fingers over her own and adjusting the motion, showing her how to slightly twist her wrist as she stroked, how to squeeze a little bit tighter around the base, and how to make a ring with her thumb and pointer finger to squeeze just under the flared glands, "...and practiced lips as well" he added, starting to pepper the tip with kisses again, coaxing Mae to mirror his motions, allowing Falgrim to thrust himself between their lips (https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4842567), growing more intense until the two were basically making out around his cock.