Nisha was so occupied by the task of liberating the elf woman’s breasts from the stuffy confines of her cutoff leather jerkin that when the old and sunbeaten garment finally came overhead and she managed to bare Tyl’ras smaller breasts and throw the shirt aside that she did not even see the elf coiling up like a predator before she was pounced. The petite tiefling landed on her back with a dull thud against the mattress and the air was briefly knocked out of her lungs and her tail pinned awkwardly under her back. She tried to squirm at first but her thrashing and  wriggling soon stopped as she caught a good look of Tyl’ra straddling her with a look of fiery lust and want on her face as well as a slight teasing look. Clearly her ploy had worked, Nisha had stoked the flame in Tyl’ra but would she regret it? The woman coos as her breast is toyed with,breaking her train of thought. The orb is malleable and firm in Tyl’ras hand and Nisha squirms under the rough attentions, letting out a little squeak of both pain and pleasure as her turgid nipple was pulled. “ T-Tyl’ra!” Her back arches under the elf and she can’t help but shiver as the desert dweller begins to roll her hips and the smooth flesh of her stomach stimulates the hard length of her shaft caught between them.<br/><br/>Stuck under Tyl’ra being mercilessly tease by the rolling of the woman’s hips and the slow jerking of her stomach against Nisha’s twitching, pulsing erection was nearly unbearable. Her shaft was throbbingly, achingly hard and the sticky and slightly watered down dollops of presemen it was weeping were quickly making a slick and sticky mess of Tyl’ras stomach. It was the elf’s words that drew the biggest reaction from the pinned tiefling however, a clear purr of pleasure as the tongue drew upwards along the ridge of her sensitive ear. Nisha’s claw-like nails could be heard tearing into the sheets and her entire body arched under Tyl’ra as she in little more than heated panting gasps for air between the pleasure the elf was visiting upon her body. “ I want it so bad, Tyl’ra.” She pleased, her chest rising and falling rapidly like a scared little bird’s as she stared in a dumbfounded manner up at her lover. Nisha was anything but scared however. Her pulse may be pounding in her ears and her whole body felt like it was on fire but she wanted this, wanted it so bad. The what –if’s of giving her life to Tyl’ra never even came to mind as she begged. “Soooo badly. P-please.”<br/><br/>The kiss silenced her before she could mewl up at the desert elf however, the tiefling’s hips trying futilely to rock under Tyl’ras own as the smooth, toned expanse of the woman’s stomach teased the entirety of her sensitive member as they kissed. The kiss… the kiss was something else entirely. Nisha poured all of her passion into it, crooning under Tyl’ras attentive nips to her tongue and lips and the hand pulling at her hair. Her vision was going black when they finally separated, chin covered in their mingled spittle from the zealous kiss. Spots ran before her eyes and her chest heaved in a desperate want for air. So out of it was Nisha that the woman did not even feel the teeth locking around the smooth, porcelain like skin of her neck that tasted of flowers just like she smelled. She was vaguely aware of a bite, the prick of teeth at her neck and a strong suckling as she fought for air between all the over-stimulation. When Tyl’ra pulled back to look at Nisha the tieflign stared back up at her, claws still kneading at the cheap sheets on the bed. Was it done? Was she marked? Oh gods she hoped so. “ Tyl’ra…” She whispered, smiling up at her lover and exposing more of her neck as she rested her head back against the pillow. “ So am I yours now? Your Kanda?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>