Lilla was finally at home within herself. Of all the soul searching she was doing recently to figure out how to best serve the Emperor, she had discovered a small personal part of her that now knew what she wanted to do with herself. She wanted to protect this one. Cherish her like she was now, yes, but protect her. So wonderful a creature she was, she deserved to be defended against the horrors of the galaxy.<br/><br/>Lilla also knew what she wanted to do at this very moment, her eyes locked on the gazing face of Abida above her, her excitement only grew more hot when she felt Abida's hands in her hair, the strands being tangled in between her fingers. She wrapped her mouth around Abida's hood and hummed, as she knew that sexy little nub of hers was already out and waiting for her tongue, she swiped at it back and forth as the humming continued. Her hands slide up away from her thighs, satisfied that Abida also wanted her access open to her. As her hands slid up, her long warrior's reach finally met Abida's hands over Abida's breasts, assisting in the fondling and pinching of them. When her hands arrived she lowered her face slightly and drove her now stiff tongue in between Abida's folds, and deeper still, into her tunnel, flicking to taste and tap on the sides of her inner walls as best she could, her own nose now smashing against Abida's clit, her chin massaging her taint as Abida's juices began to spread and make Lilla's face glisten in the soft light of the room.<br/><br/>Lilla understood better now what was missing in her "closeness" with her sisterhood. They shared beds and intimacy perhaps but there was nothing shared of each other, nothing discovered as between themselves, they already knew what they were about. Their faith, their dedication, their life's work. All of it was pre-written in their fates. They shared their intimacy in the bonds of commonality but not in the acts of discovery, of exploration, of...<i>enlightenment. </i>Lilla was being enlightened with Abida and it would forever change her life. No sister ever offered that to her whether passively or overtly.<br/><br/>Lilla was starting to struggle to restrain herself now. Her own hips shifting from left to right in a desperate attempt to feel her own set of nether lips move against each other. One of her hands playfully reached up to draw her fingertips down the beautiful face of Abida, her tips playing with her lips while her other hand continued to knead at her breast, all the while she began to pull her head back and then push forward, her tongue leading her lips into her depths repeatedly in rhythm, then suddenly and powerfully, shifting her mouth back to hood, her tongue flicking and twirling around her clit, licking at it as her lips drank of her wetness, the force of her movement sending Abida's thighs up higher against her own shoulders pushing them back towards her chest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>