Tamaska's lips curled into a beaming smile when she heard Sterre's shocked sounding gasp and felt her thighs quiver. She felt no shame at the chiding tone and only let her tongue delve deeper. Her lips pressed tightly against the elf's own lower ones as her tongue slithered about in an eager display of what she had learned. Even in the short time they had spent together, both Ife and Sterre had teased her quite a lot with their beauty and she was determined to make the most of the chance to sate her wanton desires. She cared little for the obscene slurping noises emanating from between Sterre's legs and only about making the woman reach her release before Ife did the same to her. It was a race and Ife was not making it an easy one with her talents. It also did not help when the beautiful blood elf found her bearings enough to resume massaging the scented oil back into Tamaska's breasts. Even though it seemed that the elf was indeed more interested in massaging the oil in then assaulting her with pleasure the results were much the same. The priestess whimpered, vibration shivering through Sterre's increasingly wet nethers.<br/><br/>Ife's reward for Tamaska's own depraved actions took the Troll's breath away. Tamaska's eye lids fluttered and she whined was the wet muscle of Ife's tongue ceaselessly lashed at her own terribly aching sex. Her toes curled and she tensed more and more. Even if the competition was just in her head, it still mattered to her for some reason. Maybe it was simply that she wanted to prove her worth as more than a receptacle for pleasure. The haughty elf's compliment only made Tamaska redouble her efforts, her hands gripping onto slender thighs to steady Sterre as she began a quick, hard tongue-fucking. She wanted faster and the priestess was powerless to disobey. Feeling those hips jerk and the taste flood her tongue heralded her victory and she smirked at Sterre's shuddering comment. Scandalous... She liked that. In an endeavour to keep that moniker she kept lapping at her victim's moist folds, enjoying the way her sensitized body jerked with each jolt of pleasure.<br/><br/>So wrapped up in her teasing was she that Tamaska missed the order to Ife. Its impact could not be missed though, and Tamaska squealed against Sterre's mound. Pleasure ripped through her and the desired result happened. Tamaska's head fell away from Sterre and she writhed helplessly. The pleasure was so intense that she almost looked to be having a seizure. It seemed that Ife was done playing or at least was becoming somewhat more serious. Poor Tamaska did squeal and pant and gasp as tongue and fingers worked her higher<span style="color: indigo">. "P-Please Ife..." </span>Tamaska wheezed between breathless cries. She needed release from the building pleasure but for now she clung to Sterre's thighs like it would somehow anchor her thrashing form.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>