The elves, their bodies glistening with sweat and lubrication, continue their sensual dance, their hands moving in sync with their maker's rhythmic groans. The air is thick with the scent of their arousal, their moans and gasps filling the forest. As their maker's groans grow louder, the elves quicken their pace, their hands moving faster and faster until their maker can take no more. With a final, shuddering groan, the maker releases, the elves catching the warm, sticky fluid in their eager hands, their faces and bodies glistening with their maker's essence.