"Do you want to come with me to the Tower of Prophecy?" The Elven King's slender fingers teased the red protrusion on Ilodyer's chest, while the other hand gently caressed the cute folds at Ilodyer's backside, outlining the tempting entrance.
"No... I'm not going," Ilodyer's moan contained a refusal.
"It's once every five hundred years, oh, don't you want to go and see?" The Elven King slowly inserted his fingers into Ilodyer's clenched back entrance, Nd rotating them to make Ilodyer relax.
Despite almost every night's intimacy, Ilodyer's slender body remained tight.
Ilodyer bit his lip, and refraining from making a sound.
He was afraid that once he open his mouth it would result in an intoxicating moan.
The Elven King added another finger, gently moving them inside out, and tenderly kissing Ilodyer's fair neck.
Ilodyer felt the Elven King's fingers gently curve inside.
"Going?" The Elven King's deep voice was full of allure.
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