The room was suffused in the warm glow of LED spotlights. After all, the elf wasn't just a partner. He was to be a distillation of all the wondrous things he'd shown to Phantom. He was to be a kinetic sculpture of her own design. Squirming. Moaning. Humming.
She rubbed gloved hands over his svelte form. Phantom caressed his chin. "Mine," she said. And then came the hood.
Phantom couldn't keep her hands off her partner. The elf didn't seem to mind. She licked deeply, tasting the rubber, embracing his scent and musk. Her hands lowered, gently walking her fingers down to sensitive spots. Under his hood, every little touch and pinch became magnified. He tried to predict where her hands would go.
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Quick pic by Lunargue , whose style I love so dearly.
In this pic, Rossem and Phantom have some playtime. :> Not much else to say. The story is in the art.
Original sketch here: Smug Little Elf