Ah, there it is, Sir Tancred's mighty broadsword. Lutheyrien couldn't help but gasp as the knight's manhood hardened beneath the surface of the water. What size the knight had displayed while flaccid, cock hanging between meaty thighs like a sausage waiting to be roasted, belied the sheer mass he could attain when aroused. Lu allowed the rag to float away, exposing the knight's thickening sex to bare and experienced fingers. "What gift you have deprived of the whores, harlots and wanton ladies, sir! And you speak so proudly of duty. What about your duty to this?" he punctuated his question with a firm squeeze at the base of Tancred's cock, noting how the knight's impressive circumfrence made it impossible for the elf to fully enclose his hand around the firm shaft. "Were you planning on defeating a mighty, evil, potentially cannibalistic warlock with aching jewels between your legs, or were you going to attempt to secretly relieve yourself while my back was turned? Shame, shame, sir knight. Despite what those insufferably stuffy clerics spout, I find little good comes from celibacy. Quite overrated, really." The elf's practiced digits began to pump the knight's shaft beneath the water, squeezing gently and circling Tancred's swollen head with the tip of his thumb each time his hand travelled Tancred's full length. It was all Lu knew how to do, satisfy and please. Well, that and make a rather mean rabbit stew, but that probably wouldn't come in handy until much further along in their journey. "What a favor the queen has done for me," Lu purred, slowly grinding down onto the knight's thigh. His own cock was as stiff and eager as the knight's. Whether the knight was interested in Lu's more masculine traits was yet unknown, but surely it couldn't hurt to show his own body's interest. "Tell me, sir, when was the last time you spilt your seed inside of a tight, desperate hole?"