Her breathing became more and more intense as she felt the teasing tongue and lips against her bare, blue mound. Her teeth remained buried in her lower lip throughout the teasing however, while she gazed down at Aine with lustfilled eyes. The question she was soon posed with did exactly what it was supposed to do, and a loud, pleasured moan left her lips as the wet Elven tongue pressed against her sex, without any warning what so ever. She had to take a few moments to recollect herself, which wasn't the easiest task when Aine skillfully kept on pleasuring her. Another couple of moans escaped her, but eventually she managed to calm herself down just a bit, though her breathing was still very intense, almost to the point where she was hyperventilating.<br/><br/>"Y-you're... You're incredible..." She tried to keep her attention on the Elf for as long as she possibly could, but the need of throwing her head back onto the bed, while her eyes rolled back into her head, followed by her eyelids closing soon grew too great for her to resist. One of her hands was still left on top of Aine's head, stroking through her pretty, white hair. The pattern of its movements had once again changed however, it had become a lot more erratic, yet more precise as well, gently caressing one of the braids one second, while another it had taken a firm grip of the hair, while greedily pushing Aine's head closer to her womanhood in a very needy fashion.<br/><br/>As all of this was going on, Aenu's tail had sprung back to life as well, and it had begun to stroke against the Elf's neck and the underside of her chin, making sure not to disturb Aine as she worked her magic, but still trying to be as hands on as possible. The Draenei wasn't really aware of what her tail or hand were doing however, nor was she aware of that her hips had begun to ever so gently buck against Aine's face, seeming lost in a sea of her own pleasure already. The hand that wasn't placed on top of Aine's head had found its way back up to one of her breasts, where it eagerly kneaded and groped away at it, quite roughly, to stimulate herself from every possible angle.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>