Iseniel’s manic smile stretched into an insane grin as she felt the purple skinned elf’s fingers graze across the smooth, pale flesh of her cheek. As the digits passed, a phantom sensation lingered in their wake that set a shiver down the blood elf’s spine that she did her best to conceal from Nymiri. It was the Kaldorei’s place to shiver and want, not her own and as much as Isneiel desired the other woman it was not prudent to show even the slightest bit of weakness in front of her – lest the break the image the poor thing had of her.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were broken when those fingers finally withdrew and her pet sent herself crawling back across the sheets towards the headboard as if she’d seen a ghost; or better yet, a demon. The thought made Nymiri’s self-appointed  mistress grin as she rose to her feet and moved to stand over the shaken priestess. Her eyes burned with an intense fel colored glow above the woman as she leered down at the priestess staring through her more than at her as the shocked woman curled up against herself and faltered against the intense green glow of Iseniel’s gaze.<br/><br/>Her words fell on deaf ears and the warlock’s lips only curled up further into a grin that exposed the pearly whites of the blood elf.  As soon as the expression formed it was squelched however and as Nymiri began to speak and deny her want for her mistress the blood elf cleared  her throat with the same sternness as a temple priestess dealing with a child. The raven-haired elf’s fists settle on her hips and she set her face into a rather fitting scowl to go with the intense look in her eyes –a look that saw straight to the truth of the matter.<br/><br/>“I’ve always wondered….” Her voice was low and syllabant like the hiss of a snake or the purr of a cat, “just why priestesses make such horrible liars.” Her gaze becomes pointed and without any warning the blood elf was upon Nymiri. Her long strides carried her to the night elf in an instant and she threw herself across the bed at the woman as she struck lightning fast like a coiled snake. The fingers of her right hand find themselves around the priestess’ throat, curling about the graceful curve of her neck tightly while her other hand dips low across the violet-haired woman’s body. Slowly, her palm glides across the night elf’s stomach and the pads of her agile fingers kiss the woman’s soft skin as she works downwards and finds them  waistband of her pet’s panties with a familiar ease.<br/><br/>All throughout the struggle, Iseneiel’s eyes never leave Nymiri’s own, her lips once against curled into an obscene smile that was at odds with her intense nature.  “ You should know our kind have a keen sense of smell.” The blood elf  laughed, her nostril’s flaring to make a show of her statement. “ I know your scent *very* well.” In reality her sense of smell was not as sharp as she claimed- the real give away had been the excitement she felt radiating from her link with Alonya. While she spoke, Iseniel’s fingers pushed past the band of Nymiri’s panties and her fingers dipped down along the night elf’s feminine mound before they find exactly what she was looking for. The Blood Elf’s eyes widen and she laughs once again before she leaned in and pressed her forehead against her priestesses. “What is that I feel?”<br/><br/>Nimble digits blindly stroke the violet-haired woman’s aroused folds, trailing downward along her labia before they move upwards once again and tease expertly against the sensitive nub at the top of her sex. She could feel the arousal, the slick feminine dew that stained them and just as the pleasure had began it is mercilessly stopped as her hand is withdrawn from the elf’s panties. Her pale fingers glisten in the dark and Iseniel briefly tore her eyes away from Nymiri’s own to examine her fingers with painfully slow scrutiny.<br/><br/>“They look wet to me, mistress.” A disembodied voice that was more a purr than anything rang out in the air and caused the warlock to nod in agreement and turn her head to face Nymiri once more. She brought her fingers up to the woman’s pale lips and did her best to force the digits between them and make the priestess taste her own arousal. “Does that taste like a lie to you?” Her fingers pushed harder before she withdrew them and wiped them delicately off on the other elf’s skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>