Chapter 13

Ren gulped. “Whoa. You look like a weird elf who fell into the Easter Bunny’s color kit or something.”

Once more, Darzul laughed. “Arzulans are probably distant cousins to the elves. I know a few elves, although I know more of or about them. Enough gab. Time to stop talking and start doing.”

He reached out with both arms, long arms, and without seeming to move, he suddenly bumped hard against Ren, wrapping those arms around him. Darzul’s bare cock twitched, poking against Ren’s groin, pushing as if seeking a route through the stiff fabric of Ren’s jeans.

Freeing one hand, the Arzulan slid it between them and began to work on Ren’s belt and then the fly. “You’re overdressed,” he muttered, the words muffled against Ren’s lips as their mouths met and merged. “I don’t care what you look like, real or illusion. I want your clothes off!”