There was no escape, she was completely helpless and no one would rescue her from the hell she was trapped in. Nymiri was longer even sure she would accept rescue if it did come. The cycle of pleasure and torment had taken her so close to the edge that it was all she longer for and pleasing the warlock standing over her was how she would get it. Even with her throat fully impaled on Iseniel's shaft, the other elf ground against her lips as if magically she could get in deeper. The feel of the heavy churning sack pressing against her chin was oddly arousing and she whined when it was reluctantly pulled away.<br/><br/>She could hear Alonya chuckle at her distress at her great being taken away. There was something wrong here, Nymiri knew, something very bad that she should realize but the succubus' presence was dulling her ability to thing about anything not directly related to servicing the cock that was slowly pushing back into her mouth. It was a slow measured pace designed to really make the priestess work to not gag and to slurp and suck the way the blood elf seemed to enjoy. When Iseniel pulled back was worse with the flared head seeming to scrape and catch. Saliva dripped from her chin onto her modest chest but there was no room in her foggy consciousness for concern.<br/><br/>Nymiri was burning up, her skin seeming to match Alonya's hea, especially when Iseniel's hand folded around the back of her head to force her down onto that steel-hard erection. At first Iseniel seemed content to work her soft lips and wet hot mouth up and down only as far as the night elf could comfortably take. She would stop at the first sputter or gag and reverse course , dragging up more saliva to spill onto Nymiri's breasts. Soon though the blood elf would hold her still when she started to gag, sawing back and forth to make her gag harder. The priestess was sure that it was either to watch her eyes water or just to show Nymiri who was in complete control. Maybe it was both.<br/><br/>Even that did not seem to be enough after a few moments though and what Nymiri had expected all along began. The warlock simply began fucking her face into that thick pale shaft. No matter how she gagged or whined Iseniel was only concerned with her pleasure. If anything, the desperate noises seemed to spur the other woman on. All the while Alonya kept up with the teasing touches and that tail stroked along shamefully wet folds causing gurgled little noises. Nymiri could not even shake her head no in Iseniel's tight grasp when her vision began to blur from lack of air.<br/><br/>She was overwhelmed and the world was spinning out of control. She wanted to push back into Alonya's touch but she dared not  pull away from Iseniel. She was trapped, sandwiched between two dominant woman and teetering on the brink of her own release. The words of her desperate begging were lost around the girth of Iseniel's cock but the tone was enough to communicate her need. Perspiration soaked her skin, making her seem to glow in the moonlight and her eyes stared up, praying that the blood elf would show her mercy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>