That tongue, Gods that tongue would be her undoing. It was simply too good, too perfect in its ceaseless stroke. If Inyrra had the presence of mind to feel shame at this point, she would surely have been embarrassed by the amount of wetness the priestess called forth from between her folds. Her hips spasmed and bucked and she cooed softly. Her hands clawed at the wall that she was pressed to and her hips pushed back, forcing her back to arch more and offering her opening to that soft, questing tongue. The smack on her backside, made Inyrra cry out in pleasure and the cry dissolved into breathless moaning as those nails raked lightly down the length of her spine. This just could not be, the priestess just could not know all the things that set her nerves ablaze. Inyrra had seen many sexually skilled novices but not one came close to how this woman seemed to possess her body. She was helpless to do anything but writhe and let out breathless sounds while Allura tormented her eager form.<br/><br/>The tiefling was now breathing in ragged gasps and jolts of pleasure shook her body. It was almost too much, the combination of innocent priestess and the level of her skill feeding the insatiable lust inside of her. Her body rocking, starting to push her shapely ass against Allura's pretty face, trying desperately to grind out what she hoped was the first of many orgasms. It seemed like the priestess' hands were everywhere at once, landing another stinging slap on her ass, stroking her legs and raking her nails over her skin. Then the sensation crystallized and she felt those soft fingers stroke over her aroused clit. Inyrra howled then, her hips bucking harder.<span style="color: indigo">"More, more, I'm so close, please! I need this so badly</span>!" It had been a long time since the rogue had begged for release but she could not hold the words back. She was a lustful creature and any delays on the path to what would surely be a wonderful orgasm were unbearable.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>