The sight of that pale elven flesh took Nymiri's breath away even more than the closeness of the succubus did. It was hard to focus between the tantalizing view of all the womanly swells and hollows Iseniel possessed and the way Alonya's hands slithered over her body. The sweet scent of Alonya's skin seemed to fill her senses, dulling them and feeding her lust simultaneously. A little whine escaped when Nymiri felt the last vestige of her modesty stripped away. She wanted to hide herself, cover herself but those soft hands still on her hips stilled any action of the sort.<br/><br/>The night elf shook her head again, tried to clear the encroaching fog. Deep down she knew something was very wrong but just when her eyes seemed to be coming into focus the devilish succubus left her hands roam. Soft as silk, they woke nerve endings wherever they touched, sending waves of pleasure washing through her. Iseniel got to watch as the night elf fell back under the Sayaad's spell. It was interesting to watch the resistance drain from the priestess and pleasure take hold again, starting with her nipples tightening. Perspiration broke out on her lavender skin and she squirmed helplessly. It was as if Alonya was holding her just at the precipice of orgasm, making he suffer for her attempt to free her mind.<br/><br/>The warlock clearing her throat brought Nymiri back to some semblance of conscious thought and she blinked a few times before her eyes locked onto that sexy ass. The priestess moaned again, squirming against Alonya's light grip. She wanted to peel off that last thing that stood between her eyes and the pale flesh beneath. At the succubus' gentle urging, the night elf walked forward and knelt gracefully before the patiently waiting blood elf. Nymiri leaned forward and craned her neck. It would not do to simply pull that last lingering scrap of cloth off. No, this was special and required a little more sensuality.<br/><br/>Her teeth gently took hold of the waistband at Iseniel's right hip and she lightly tugged it down. The soft caress of her lips was all that the warlock felt on her skin only to have the process repeated on the other side. The sensation was so light that Iseniel only knew it was real because of the slight tickle of the Elf's hot breath on her skin. Before long the underwear had cleared the impressive bulge and dropped to the floor. Still the featherlight kissing worshipping Iseniel's perfect thighs continued. From her vantage point, Alonya could see just how wet it was making the poor enslaved priestess.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>