By all the Gods, did Allura's touch feel good. Inyrra's head was tilted back and her eyes clenched shut as she just enjoyed the feeling of those long, slender fingers working into her depths. Normally she was a much more active participant sexually but something about the innocent-seeming priestess touching her like this, holding her and directing her held a certain thrill that was both unique and erotic. The sensations all melded together and it was hard for Inyrra to distinguish one from another. It was for that reason that she did not get the proper warning of the dripping wet fingers trailing up her body before they slid past her lips and across her tongue.<br/><br/>That took the Tiefling by surprise. It was such a lewd act for the priestess. She was confused by how sure this pure girl seemed, how purposeful she was. She had none of the timid touch that she should. The focus on that line of thought was blasted from her mind by another wave of pleasure when Allura's walls clenched so perfectly around the tender tip of her tail. The rogue licked and sucked gently on the fingers probing against her tongue, making sure that she tasted her own wetness. It was all so intoxicating and when she felt those smooth hands turning her around, she did not offer the slightest resistance.<br/><br/>Her hard nipples and firm breasts pressed to the cold wall and Inyrra gasped at the jarring sensation. Again, pleasure rose to drown out any other sensations when Allura's tongue slithered along her slit and the rogue squirmed helplessly when the hot slithering tongue slid further back. Sadly the position had forced her tail from the place Inyrra most wanted it to be but she settled for it gently coiling around Allura's prefect neck and lightly pulling her in, silently encouraging her to not stop. Inyrra never wanted it to stop. She wanted this gorgeous priestess to service every inch of her, to pleasure her until she could not take anymore.<span style="color: indigo">"Yes, yes you naughty little minx, do not dare stop."</span>She gasped hoarsely and with none of the command that her tone usually carried in these situations.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>