James smiled at Tyler and started to stroke his muscular flanks. His long, elfin fingers pet the centaur's auburn fur. James' soft tongue danced across his bow-shaped lips in anticipation as he reached under the half-horse and started to heft his heavy, pendulous balls. Sagging and unspent. He groped them with all of the gentle tenderness that an elf that had lived for 800 years could muster. He caressed them and enjoyed the feeling of the thick, velvety fur covering Tyler's equine testicles.
With the confidence of an experienced lover, the elf tugged on the centaur's hand and brought him into a tender kiss as he massaged Tyler's balls with his free hand. After a long kiss on the lips, the pair grinned at each other with a lovesick look on their faces. Tyler put a powerful arm around the elf's waist and drew him in for a deeper kiss. Their tongues started to touch, and James felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his mind. Insisting that he stop.
James took a deep breath. The centaur gave him a sympathetic look. As if he understood what the elf was going through. There was a disquieting noise in his mind. An annoying, nagging voice. Like a mayfly. Trying to convince him that the feelings and sensations that he was experiencing right now were wrong. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
The voice seemed to think that there was something wrong with what he was doing. What a ridiculous notion. What could a mayfly know about love? He may be a young elf of 800, but even he knew some of the fundamentals of this world. Like how love was love. It took many shapes and many forms, and one form wasn't any less valid than another. Why, he could distinctly remember a year in Aurisylve that he spent serenading a tree. Why should he, Aerlon of Aurisylve, entertain a mayfly?
Aerlon winked at Tyler playfully and kneeled down. The centaur's cock was long, hard, and fully erect. Aerlon started to rub the shaft. Slowly. Almost teasingly. An elf had all the time in the world, so why rush lovemaking? He was tenderly kissing the entire length of the half-horse's dick with his soft, pillowy lips.
Tyler's breathing was getting faster and heavier. He stamped a hoof once, twice. Aerlon held his cock steady and kissed it amorously, until he finally started to give it little licks. Savoring his flavor.
Aerlon could feel his heart flutter. He was just feeling so much love for the centaur. With a lovesick look on his face, he took Tyler's centaur-hood and started to lick. As a thick string of centaur pre flowed into his mouth, he felt the stabbing pain in his mind again. It felt sharper than before, like a knife.
As the elf took the centaur's cock out of his mouth and pre dribbled down his lush lips, he could feel this mayfly trying to wrest control from him. Trying to divert his thoughts. Trying to make him see Tyler in a new light, into anything but the hunky centaur that he was right now. Aerlon wasn't going to have it.
He summoned his mental defenses and quieted his mind. Every elf in Aurisylve could do this, since they didn't actually sleep, they went into a meditative trance instead. How could you meditate with a disordered mind? Not easily. Aerlon found it easy to snuff out the incessant whining going on his mind. How could a mayfly's thoughts and memories compete with 800 years of existence and lived experiences? There was more of him in his mind than the pathetic little corner that the nagging voice retreated to. It seemed to acquiesce, and Aerlon's mind felt more focused than ever.
He got back to his feet and dusted off his green tunic and brown leggings. "I am terribly sorry about that unfortunate interruption," said Aerlon. He tugged on the centaur's hand again and drew him in for another round of deep kissing. The pair sighed happily into each other as their foreplay went on. And on. And on.
Kylie the witch was seething. Her pale cheeks went a little rosy with rage at the sight of the centaur and elf expressing their very gay love for each other on the stage. They should've transformed each other by now but had been making out for ages! Running their hands, lips, and tongues all over each other. She was seriously starting to get pissed off. Weren't they both straight guys? They should be at each other's throats, not at each other's cocks! This was very unusual for her, very unusual indeed. It shouldn't have been possible for them to think that they were perfect for each other, but with each passing moment she was starting to feel like she was losing control of this situation.