Farel shivered suddenly, as he realized he had surpassed one point of near orgasm and without actually reaching it was being led by Moonshine's tongue with carefully timed and painfully gentle attentions to another crescendo of pre-orgasmic delight even more powerful than anything he had ever experienced.

This time Farel felt the tingling intensify and shoot lightning blots through the lobes of his ears which he was sure would be of fire by the time Moonshine had finished. His fingertips also felt like they would self-combust any moment as Moonshine now began to hum against Farel's cock. Farel felt miniature shivers ripple their way from Moonshine's tongue through his cock, and along his body, shooting out his fingertips as he stretched one hand out.

This hand found Rowenha's and he grasped her hand tightly as she slowly kissed ever so lightly along Farel's arm from his shoulder down to his fingers, taking each on in her mouth and sucking it from base to tip. Moonshine matched Rowenha's every move perfectly without ever looking up through their people's powers of telepathy. As she sucked on each finger, Moonshine sucked on Farel cock. When she paused to change to another finger, Moonshine paused and Farel gasped or moaned, desperate for release, knowing that he was at the mercy of his beloveds.

Suddenly, Moonshine looked up at Farel with a twinkle in his beautiful liquid cerulean eyes and devlishly licked his lips slowly, very slowly as Rowenha moved around to the back of Farel, placing one hand on the small of his back and the other cupped his balls from behind. Moonshine spoke for the first time to Farel since they had all gathered there behind the waterfall and his voice was a liquid as his eyes, as their surroundings and as melodious as the cascades, thoroughly harmonizing with the undercurrent of rhythmically crashing water on the rocks below.

In Elvish so sweet that Farel's eyes began to tear, and his hearing began to dissociate from his body in a way that he was unfamiliar with, as if he were suddenly on another space-time continuum, Moonshine began to recite a poem that spoke of his deep, unabiding love for Farel - a love that knew no boundaries and would never be satieted. A love that he had nurtured alone in silence for so long knowing that the time would come when they would be able to explore each other's feelings in the way that they now could. His voice lilting in the manner of one singing to a baby, Moonshine sang to his love of the nurturing of one's passion and the attainment of a perfect harmony, a unison of mind and body.

And as Moonshine sung, his lips moved sensuously forming the words carefully and deliberately until suddenly the moved in ways totally dissociated from the song, the words. He had finally made the telepathic link to Farel that surpassed a low-level communication and delved deeper into Farel's conscious mind, lightly grazing at the sub-conscious as Farel's subsconscious voice joined Moonshine's in a melody that seemed so ancient and potently full of longing and desire. Rowenha held still, now snuggled up against Farel's back with both hands now pressed into the small of Farel's muscular back, her eyes closed, listening to the two communicate on a level that she had shared with both of them, but only separately and not with quite as much raw lust as was now present.

She was intoxicated by it all and she stretched one hand away from Farel and to the inside of her thighs, and again to press her gfingers against her clitoris, knowing full well that the sparkly, bubbly, tingly-on-the-nose scent of her now wafted lightly throughout the cavern and into the nostrils of both of her male lovers who had now paused in their singing to each other. The sounds, however, having been harmonized with the waterfall, filled the cavern still quietly in the background. Moonshine stood partly, leaning slowly and seductively against a nearby rock outcropping, his back now turned toward Farel and very near his chest, with his butt pressed full against Farel.

Rowenha paused in her self-attentiveness to grab a thick swath of silken ribbon whose pearlescent glow matched her own creamy skin tone as it lay underneath her feet. Tying now around Farel's hands in a manner that was just shy of being tight, this bondage kept Farel's hands behind his back. Much as he wanted/needed to grab Moonshine's around the hips and shove his tortured in teasing cock fully into that lovely round O of an asshole that now glistened pink before him, he couldn't grab anything other than a piece of Rowenha's breast as she leaned into him to finish the bind.

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