Nisha saw the reaction Tyl’ra had given her in her flushed cheeks , the squirming as she complimented the dusky skinned elf and the thrum of an excited heartbeat as she ran her slender finger from the joint of Tylras jaw down to her chin where she cupped it. What she did not expect however was the reaction at words that were intended to be cute, intended to spur Tyl’ra into a possessive sort of state with her. Instead she watched the object of her desire flinch and looked shamed though the words that followed Made Nisha beam up at the desert dweller. She must have surely looked adorable with her face flushed crimson against her pale skin and her teeth all but digging into her lower lip as she searched for Tyl’ras eyes only to find them in the valley of her breasts, admiring her chest. They were certainly ‘plump’ for her height and petite figure, easily enough to fill more than even Tyl’ras hands. “ It seems all elves are not so different. Rose had a fascination with them, too.”<br/><br/>She gins a little and when she feels the warmth of fingers through the soft, silky material of her tunic the tiefling gasps with a sharp intake of air. It was a pleasant sound and if Tyl’ra had ever been one for feminine lovers she’d know it was as good as a ‘please continue’. The horned woman, for her part, didn’t stop there however. She tried to lean into the contact, wrapping her arms around Tyl’ras neck as those lithe and dexterous digits crawled slowly up along her soft, somewhat fluffy midriff and along her ribs with a slowness that made the tiefling squirm and her tail tighten all the more along the other elf’s leg possessively.<br/><br/>While Tyl’ras fingers travel along her sides and make her gasp Nisha leans into the other woman, placing her nose in the crook of the woman’s neck and savoring her scent. It didn’t matter if the scent was of nature, of a hard day under the sun. It was Tyl’ra and that is what Nisha wanted. Her soft lips press against the other woman’s flesh, dragging them slowly upward from her collar bone in slow butterfly light kisses. The pace was deliberate and torturous and the tiefling was savoring every moment of it down from the salty and slighty earthy taste of Tyl’ras skin to the way it felt beneath her soft lips as they began to trace upwards once more along the woman’s jawline and upwards to her ear.<br/><br/>When Nisha reached Tyl’ras ear she smiled, cooing lightly before taking a deep and very audible breath, her warm exhalation tickling the skin of Tyl’ras neck as she finally spoke up in all of this. “ I think you misunderstoodmy words, Tyl’ra. My brave warrioress.  I am /your/ plump kanda.”  She punctuates the statement with a kiss to Tyl’ras earlobe followed by the sweet tugging of her lips on the sensitive flesh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>