Nisha delighted in Tyl’ras defeat, the fact that she had taken the woman and turned the tables on her and succeeded at beating her in her own game but it was not a victory that was not taken without humility. Nisha was gentle in her ministrations after the heaving, crying climax of her lover beneath the dexterous movements of her tongue against her slick folds and though she had urged herself to continue, to urge a near-painful orgasm out of the other woman the tiefling stops when she is asked. Now was not to time, not the time to hurt her trust with the other woman. As fun as there little game was there was something else between them and it almost made the tiefling flush like a little girl to hear that whimpering little plea, had Tyl’ra not earned her repose, if only for a moment?<br/><br/>Her lips separate from the elf’s sex slowly with one last teasing flick to the desert dweller’s sensitive nub before kissing upwards along her mons as Nisha crawled upwards along her body. Lips paved the way upwards, slick with the other woman’s juices and warm upon the skin as they trailed upward along her hard midriff and between the valley of her slight breasts before planting firmly, gently on her lips in a slow and passionate kiss that tasted of Tyl’ra herself. It was not long before Nisha pulled back with a little smile on her face, her nose nuzzling in at Tyl’ras neck as the elf sat that in a sweating and panting heap with Nisha between her legs, the tiefling’s still throbbing shaft  pressed up firmly against the sodden petals of her lover’s sex.<br/><br/>What would follow would have to be lovemaking, Nisha was sure of it. They had their fun and Tyl’ra was in no shape for any more she figured, but who honestly knew? Nisha certainly did not know her lover’s limits just yet, she was already surprised things had gotten this far between them without the elf simply quitting of frustration.<span style="color: blue"> “ Tyl’ra…”</span>she whispers, nibbling gently at her lover’s earlobe afterward before speaking up again and sending a  pleasurable gale of heated breath along Tyl’ras  flesh.<span style="color: blue"> “ Is it still not right?”</span>She crows about the woman’s earlier objection to oral sex, her hand coming up to graze against the elf’s face.<span style="color: blue"> “ Let me know when you are ready, my warrioress.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>