Lingald is right behind you, pushing his fingers inside you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. The pleasure is great but... You're scared you're not going to finish at all, because it's taking you some time. You start to feel ashamed and close your eyes in "discomfort". A single tear rolls down your cheek.

You slightly move away, closing your legs. The elf's hand is still there, but he stops pleasuring you when he notices that you're not right.

"What's wrong, my love? Does it hurt?".