The frosted organ made its maiden lick from the base of the elf’s slit to the hardening nub on top, draining the come that gathered within her folds. The elf’s hands scrunched the sticky moss at her sides as her hips shivered from chill and heat alike.

Another lick repeated the motion a tad deeper, and the tongue’s animated surface became apparent. Then it rested flat against her entrance, and she was made to feel every whirl, especially across her clit. Her body rewarded Eryss with a soft moan and a helping of come.

Globules of elven come drifted from the slime’s head into her torso, absorbing into her core. It was a strange and oddly thrilling sight, and Janara couldn’t help but watch as the fluids assimilated into the slime’s form and scent. In turn, the slime’s body warmed and darkened, and there was no doubt Eryss enjoyed her taste and aroma.

Swallowing, the elf tapped the slime’s head.

Yeeeeesssss…? A voice seeped into her mind.

Janara made a goofy smile at her. Can you… umm… go deeper…?