Hours from sunrise on an alien world with a chocolate futa elf's dick in my hand, I decided. What's the point of being with a Futa if I don't use all of her accessories? With that in mind, I pressed my lips against her feminine dick.

The elf girl moaned and whispered something in her musical voice. I snapped a picture of her catching the moon in the background with her half-lidded gaze.

"Threshold reached. Do you want to make a purchase?" Message asked.

"Yes, go ahead," I said.

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I pushed the elf's soft foreskin down, revealing the delicate swollen mushroom. "I'm glad I'm not dying alone. But time is running out; if you don't get to sucking soon, I won't have a chance to do you before the God comes." She said.

I froze and pulled my mouth off the head of her meat stick with a pop. "Come again," I asked.

"Darling, I haven't cum the first time; that was just pre." The elf said, then she blinked. "It's a miracle you can understand me. Oh, I'm so happy. Maybe when the sea God comes to kill us, we can say each other's names as we die. That would be so romantic. My name is Elorael of the palm singing clan." Elorael said.

Suddenly she spurted out of control, gushing up like a geyser she spilled all over my face and into my mouth. Elorael was salt and sweet with the consistency of putting. If I closed my eyes and used some imagination, I could convince myself it was warm sea salt ice cream. She collected some off my face and stuffed it in her mouth.

"I'm sorry everyone says I'm a quick shooter, and when I imagined someone with me in the end, I couldn't hold back anymore. So don't worry, I know I can last longer now. Oh, by the way, darling, what's your name?" Elorael said.

"Red, what did you mean by sacrifice to a God?" I asked.

"We are in prehistoric times, sacrifices to massive creatures worshipped as deities is normal. If you don't want to die, then I suggest you ditch this bimbo and get off the beach. Good luck fighting an elf-eating sea monster with your current fighting experience." Message said.

"These sure are some fancy clothes. Do you come from off the island?" Elorael said.

"You could say that. Why don't you come with me and forget about being sacrificed?" I said.

"That's not possible. I have a little sister, and the gods proclaimed that only so many people can live on this island. So if I don't die, then my little sister won't live. My parents couldn't be the sacrifices because they needed to protect my little sister and none of my cousins volunteered. But don't worry, they say death by the water god is gentle." Elorael said.

That was unacceptable. "Well, then why not leave the island with me?" I asked.

"If we run away and the God doesn't get his sacrifice, then my family will pay for it. It's all my fault, I'm the one who always wanted a sister, and my mother said I was overeating. But, darling, you don't have to stay. I know death is scary. You only just got here."

In the distance, a massive creature trudged through the sea, growing large as it approached until it towered over the island. All I had on me was a combat knife. The monster was large and covered in armored scales; my little knife had no chance of killing it. Even if I managed to stab it in the eye by some miracle, it wouldn't pierce deep enough to do more than piss it off. The closer the monster came, the larger and more reptilian it appeared. Multiple sets of eyes on the creature's head moved autonomously to stare down at us.

"Darling, this is it; hug me if you want to stay or run now if you want to live. I won't blame you; we just met." Elorael said.