Tyl'ra had expected a favourable reaction from the pale beauty straddling her lap but the way Nisha squirmed and ground herself provocatively against her was so arousing that the elf was actually not sure how to proceed. It seemed that the little that she had done had pushed Nisha into a frenzy of activity. For the span of several breaths all the Tyl'ra could do was hold onto the writhing woman. She leaned in to kiss her sweet, soft lips. Soft moans and other pleasured noises passed back and forth between their joined lips and Tyl'ra shivered in growing need. The feel of Nisha against her was impossible to ignore.<br/><br/>With her own pulse pounding in her ears she almost missed Nisha wanting to be marked. Her head tilted to the side and she looked at the squirming tiefling with momentary confusion. She wanted to belong to Tyl'ra. Using the grip on Nisha's hair she tugged the woman in and kissed her with a fierceness that she could not contain. Her lust had reached a boiling point and she could not restrain herself any longer. Her teeth bit at Nisha's lip and she pulled back, panting. "<span style="color: darkorange">You are certain Ni-sha? You will be mine then. This is not just a sexual act." </span>She leaned in to bury her face into Nisha's cleavage and inhale the intoxicating scent. The hand on her tail slipped around to grab onto Nisha's breast. She squeezed firmly, purring as the flesh bulged between her fingers. It was too much to handle and she fumbled with the tunic, quickly getting frustrated.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"Off!" </span>The growl sounded frustrated and full of lust.<span style="color: darkorange"> "I want to see every inch of you." </span>The breast was released and Tyl'ra put her hand on Nisha's knee.<span style="color: darkorange"> "If you are to be mine, then I want to see all of my newest possession first."</span>Her hand slid up slowly, raking short nails over the skin of Nisha's pale thigh, stopping to stroke along where the hem of the tunic sat. Again, she used the grip of Nisha's hair to pull her into a harsh kiss. While Tyl'ra's tongue quested once again the hand in her hair released and slid down to give the pale skinned pet a playful swat on that delectable bottom.<span style="color: darkorange">"Do not keep me waiting, my little Kanda"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>