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Draykan frowns as he stands halfway out of the pool. Though Galenna tugs at his arm, Draykan does not yield to her, nor does he pull away from the desperate woman. "What's the matter?" he asks. "She's really good at what she does. Her touch is remarkable in its ability to heal."

Galenna blinks at that, her hands squeezing his wrist tighter and rising up from the pool, the grimace on her face giving her an ugly look. "You promised you would be with me always, Dray."

"Looks like you made a promise that's difficult to keep," Tymara says, her hands resting upon her hips. "Make sure you know how to handle the troubles you cause."

"T... troubles?" Draykan says, looking from Tymara back to Galenna. "Please, Galenna... this is a temple of love. We love everyone here."

"Correction" the elf says, a wide grin on her face. One leg moves down through the water, behind his leg, and she tugs at him, knocking him over with a loud splash.

Soon, he's floating on his back as her body shifts over, mounting upon his stomach as she stares into his eyes. Arms go behind her, bending away from their natural direction as smooth fingers trace up and down one shaft. The other hand moves even lower, expertly caressing between his legs. She smiles, her lips spreading wider than before until she looks down onto him with a manic sort of glee. "I don't need any other healing but you, Dra~ay," she coos as her hands work their magic upon him. "And you don't need anything but me. This is healing for you, isn't it? This makes you feel like a better man, right?"

Draykan strokes back, pushing himself up against the wall. Galenna's body falls into the water with a splash, but her hands continue their work, two fingers curling up and tickling underneath the head, palm holding his balls and fondling them gently, yet with dedication. He growls and pulls himself up to sit up, but still she works on him, kicking until she connects her arms back to her shoulders, her face inches from his other dick. "I'm just a lump of flesh, ready to please you, my champion." She rolls her tongue out, lapping at the tip of his untended head. Soon, she dips down lower, kissing at it. Tending to that cock, her hands float away from his wonderful package, fingers tracing up along his body with asynchronous movement. Her right hand takes in the contours of his muscle, while her left traces along and around the scars that marr his flesh.

He groans a bit, his eyes fluttering over towards the High Priestess, who watches the exchange with a slight frown and her arms folded underneath her ample chest. What did Tymara see in this exchange? Draykan sees a broken woman, clinging desperately to the one thing that makes her happy. Perhaps, then, he should give her that thing.

His hands go down, fingers weaving through her hair and pushing her down upon the shaft. With a glugging gurgle, the elf closes her eyes and twists her head, dipping down along his shaft to her throat as her arms float on their own. One goes to feel the tensing muscles that hold her down, swirling over those rippling scales.

They travel higher, tickling under his chin and gently caressing his cheek, all the while juxtaposing the slurping, pumping head staring up at him, submerging her mouth under the water with each bob of her head with no regard to her own safety.

Inside his mind, Draykan can hear the elf's voice. It echoes all throughout, but it is unmistakably her. Even with her mouth full of dick, she can talk to him--communicating her deepest desires. "My entire life is dedicated to you, Draykan. You saved me from that place, and I will be eternally within your debt." She turns her head to the side to get a better angle, her nose booping against his other, untended dick. "I'll show you pleasure unending. I have been taught all the best places to make a man fall to his knees before me, and with that knowledge and my skill, you will never need another whore again." Her eyes glance over towards the High Priestess, Galenna's eyes flaring with a vehemence as she sucks the dragon off.

Draykan grips her hair and growls, speaking through his gritted teeth. "She isn't a... ah..."

But as he speaks, the elf's fingers stroke up along the side of his head, scratching over the rough horn on top of his head. His heartbeat increases as he feels the sensation tingle down his head and through his body. When fingers wrap around one, stroking along it as if it were a dick, his mouth opens, his breath huffing as he leans over in the pool. "I... I... ah...?"

"Yes?" Galenna thinks up to him, a sylvan glance in her eye.

"No!" Shouts the priestess, who, until this point, had remained quiet, an observer to the proceedings. But now, she looks on not in curiosity, but in fear.

Slowly, silently, Draykan stands up in the pool, the water rolling off of his body. He grips harder onto Galenna's hair, pulling her up along with his cocks as his nostrils flare.

The elf squeals, opening her mouth enough to let the cock slip out, just in time for Draykan to unleash a blast straight into her face. After his impressive load shoots all over her face,. The elf is knocked back against the pool, her entire face frosted in cum, with plenty more over her chest, the pressure of the unleashed ejaculation having coated her, marked her, as Dray's

Standing there over her is no longer the kind and caring knight in training, but rather a beast looking down to her with thin-slitted irises and a glow to them as arcane energy crackles throughout his body.