With long, muscular legs draped around her waist possessively and Tyl’ras sex relaxing around her  semi-hard member it was hard for the tiefling not to feel some kind of warmth- a ‘feel good’ feeling that made her feel as if though she were nearly glowing and honestly she wouldn’t be surprised if she actually were.  When pulled down for a kiss she goes more than willingly, leaning into the  palm that gently cradled and stroked her cheek. She was surprised about the sudden level of compassion and tenderness that Tyl’ra was suddenly displaying but it suited the desert woman, at least in Nisha’s eyes.<br/>The kiss breaks and as their lips separate Nisha lets out a small, appreciative coo of pleasure and content. Her black eyes flutter open and when she sees that the recovering elf still held a languid smile on her features the woman could not help but grin. It was not mischievous as before to say the least. It was not Nisha’s usual impish expression but something entirely different, something very close to pride as she looked down at the elf as she exposed herself in an intensely feminine and unguarded manner.<span style="color: blue">“There does not need to be words for this. There is also no need to thank me when I enjoyed it so much.”</span><br/><br/>Perhaps she would have prattled on if she had the strength and she thought the woman would understand her romantic prose about the heavens but instead she simply smiled, trying to put some weight behind the words as she felt the woman’s walls ripping around her member and  saw  the desert dweller shudder. With a sultry little purr that was close to a laugh the tieflin wriggled her hips, biting her lip at the intense little shocks of pleasure that ran up her spine during her increased sensitivity. After deciding now was not the time to pull back she simply arched out her back, letting Tyl’ra known the hand running up and down the slick expanse was more than welcome.<br/><br/>Their lips meet again the second time and after they part Nisha presses her forehead against Tyl’ras own. Whie one hand wanders the curve of the elven woman’s side and eventually stops on the flat plane of her toned stomach the other simply supports Nisha now, her lips idly pecking at the other  woman’s. “ You know…. There can be more tonight…” Her voice had an excited, somewhat aroused edge behind all the languid  appreciation from before and her smile had once more turned impish as she picked up her head to look at Tyl’ra.<span style="color: blue">“ After all we’re both marked now.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>