When the kiss broke, loud moans and interspersed gasps for air filled the silence. Tyl'ra was nearly mad with lust and simply jerked her hips in an attempt to feel all of Nisha's shaft inside of her. The tiefling's crooked smirk worried the elf greatly. Either Nisha was plotting to deny her need or something even more devious. The murmured admission of her enjoyment and the way that smirk faltered when Tyl'ra bucked her hips up hard restored her faith that Nisha would not deny her. Her lover seemed just as eager as she was.<br/><br/>"I have been called worse." Tyl'ra replied in a shaky voice. Again the blush returned to her tanned cheeks. She shook her head, wondering how Nisha seemed to have no trouble provoking that reaction from her. She lets a soft whimper slip from between her lips when Nisha moved as if to pull out. For a brief moment a look of pure need and fear of that need being denied crossed the savage Elf's face. In that moment she looked vulnerable, submissive, and intensely feminine. It was fleeting and replaced quickly by her eyes closing tightly and her mouth opening wide to cry out in pleasure when her lover pushed hard to fill her completely. The lanky elf arched, pushing her small chest against the tiefling's much more ample one.<br/><br/>A harsh cry accompanied each rough thrust deep into her core and it took only moments for the telltale tension to seize her. Each thrust had the elf clamping down harder and the moans got louder. Tyl'ra was reduced to clawing at the bed when Nisha sped up and soon Tyl'ra's body was rigid, lean muscles standing out under smooth skin. When the tender spot is attacked just below her ear it is simply too much to bear and with a mewling little noise Tyl'ra finally gets the relief she has needed since very nearly the second that she met the outlander. A smile curves her soft lips as the sensations race through her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>