<a class="username" data-user-id="5587" data-username="@ChrisGabriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/5587/">@ChrisGabriel</a><br/><br/><b>Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall</b><br/><br/>The alchemist smiled at the elf-girl's poise. Betty didn't think she'd manage to appear nearly as carefree under similar circumstances. She certainly couldn't imagine suggesting more oral attention, at least not while there were so many onlookers. Glancing quickly over her shoulder, the redhead cast a curious glance at the Mistress, if only to reassure herself that this current course of action was acceptable.<br/><br/>"Perhaps elves are put together rather differently to other folk," Betty wondered. The slightly flustered alchemist rose, just letting her body graze Tathariel's frame. "But when I calm my breathing, it helps me not to clench."<br/><br/>As though to emphasise her words, the redhead traced a surprisingly rough finger down the smooth surface of the elf's stomach. The digit dipped lower, just reaching the soft curls guarding the captive elf's sex. Without warning, she grasped hold of her captive's backside, digging her fingers into delightfully round flesh and calming its pert ripeness.<br/><br/>Her breath was hot against Tathariel's cheek, their bodies crushed together, trapping Betty's fluttering finger between them. The coarse material of the redhead's dress ground against sensitive flesh for an instant before her lips lowered to the elf's throat and softly caressed, tongue lapping languidly against the exposed pulse.<br/><br/>"Mmmm," Betty all but groaned, "I'll have to invite you round to my laboratory, assuming you get loose from this contraption before the Mistress decided she should keep you for herself."