The clothes of Sebatide Hughes are made of a very special material. Like leather, yet also like soft black cloth, they tightly wrap around his upper body and waist. The pants, however, are relatively loose, adorned with many shiny, strange ornaments and totems.
Normally, he hadn't found this attire inconvenient, but now, a certain erect place was being painfully constricted by the fabric, causing him both irritation and unease.
The human, entwined with the Elf, refused to let go of the horns he was gripping. The air was full of the scent of goat milk from Eldon.
"Don't touch..."
Sebatide Hughes opened his mouth, his sharp teeth biting Roy's earlobe. He gasped as he tore open the overly tight waistband, eagerly extracting the hot thing to alleviate the swelling pain.
