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Tik Tik shushes the knight and rests his sac in the palm of her hands. There is weight to him, and despite the paladin being much taller than her, she can hold his manhood with both hands cupped over them in the heart shape. She gently wiggles her fingers over the folds of skin between his legs. From her actions, a slight twitch of life comes from between his manhood.

“Tik Tik, please," the paladin's breath turns ragged. “It isn't right to tempt me so."

“Tik Tik want to know," she says, rolling her tongue out now to pleasure him like she had with Prakibak.

Though she has pleased two other males orally already, the sensation of the paladin's cock is a whole different beast entirely. The tingle that lingers on her when she touches the it is a shock to her entire body that lingers even after her tongue flicks over the tip. Such a strange tip, it is, too. She takes her finger and rolls it around the exposed head, its hole puckering in anticipated delights. “Shaped similar to Gramble, but less skin."

“Ah… ah, that's because it was sanctified a-as part of my holy order." He responds, falling to his knees.

To topple this majestic creature with just a few scant touches—that is worth the tingling numbness that remains on her finger after playing with the length. Ritualistic mutilation for the purposes of consecration? Is that something that increases the pleasure of such actions? How far would she have to go to achieve further understanding, to sate her curiosity in the erotic arcana?

“Cut snip?" she asks, pantomiming a knife along the edge of his length. More nuanced words are alien to her in the trade tongue of the upworlders.

“It's… it's more complicated than that," he admits. “But, it is the gist."

“Feel good still?"

“I don't use it for my own pleasure, but to spread love to others," he admits.

“Not today," Tik Tik says, wrapping her fingers around the length, rubbing the saliva-stained meat. She notices every vein pulsing with blood as they supply the shaft with support. Such a remarkable instrument—a true work of art, and his is exceptional. She stares, transfixed as the pre emerges, mingling with her fingers and her scales. His groan showing that he so desperately wanted this.

“I… please, Tik Tik," he gasps. “You're too kind, but… but this is your last warning. You need to stop before I … before I unsheathe it!"

She responds to his plea with an increased speed. This beautiful man—this wonderful body, this passionate lover. Consequences be damned, it is time to see the full scale of what he can accomplish.

A final groan and his arms lose their focus, dropping the poor kobold down into the shallows with a splash. Tik Tik splutters, pushing herself up with a large gasp, only to feel the tight grasp of his hold upon her tail. When she glances at her lover, she sees a man burning with purpose, his eyes unclouded by anything other than the gaze upon her.

“I've warned you multiple times, my friend," Tybalt says.

Tik Tik gulps, but gives him a toothy grin.

“You have felt the cleansing power of my holy sword upon your hand, no doubt?"

She nods slowly, squeezing at some of the water pebbles. The prickle of numbing still upon her scales.

“You are overwhelmed by your lust. Shall I cure you of it?"

She pushes her hips out, lowering her head and squeezing her eyes shut, her face just above the water. “Yesss…" she hisses. No turning back now.

The holy sword of the paladin of love strikes through her body, finding its mark with the grace of a master fencer. Yet, as it enters her walls, they automatically quiver and envelope it, as if desperately trying to keep the treasure for themselves. Immediately, Tik Tik leaves herself, surrendering to the elven weight that looms over her back. Her body is his to command with his strong hand lifting one leg to grant him wider access within. Her body fights the sheer size of the weapon, yet yields after a pathetic half-attempt. No… she wants it all and her body allows him to give it to her. His grunts intermingle with blessings in languages she has not yet heard of, shifting from one to the other after a few times he penetrates her.

Before long, his tongue settles on the dragon's and his prayers are heard. Calling upon the gods and goddesses of love, Tybalt asks that Tik Tik's quest be one of safety and of peace. That her future lovers will hold her with the right amount of tenderness that would serve her needs. He also prays that she would use her knowledge for the good of others. The melodious elven tongue and the imperious draconinc one both lull her into a rhythm underneath of him. Though her throat hurts from how loud her cries carry, she does not notice it in the wilderness.

His arms hold onto her body, pulling her up once again against his own before his final rush within her. White hot love anoints her womb, enrapturing her whole form as the gushing waves of his ejaculation fill her up. On the purely physical level, it is no different than any other orgasm, but in her very soul, she is consumed in a moment by the cleansing light, and then she is cloaked in darkness.

The call of the nightingale jostles Tik Tik awake. She shifts underneath the covers and sits up, seeing a square shaped room constructed of wood all around her. Music wafts in from the floorboards, and the fragrance of roasted meat graces her nostrils. Despite the welcoming tidings around her, she cannot help but notice that she is, once again, alone.