The condescending tone when Nisha asked what was wrong made Tyl'ra grit her teeth. The woman knew exactly what was wrong. The teasing, toying way that the tiefling went about things was driving the elf crazy. This was not the way; not her way at least. She had never felt like this. The feeling of pleasure yes but not the growing, cramping pressure the made her want to coil into a ball. Nisha was dragging her toward something unknown and Tyl'ra was scared. She might even be more scared then when she was sure that the great cat in the jungle had severely injured Nisha. She shook her head no, whimpering desperately as Nisha kept ruthlessly toying with her. Several loud, lusty cries were torn from Tyl'ra's violently trembling body with a shameful ease and the savage was relieved to see Nisha leaning in to kiss her. At least it would muffle the sounds she seemed completely incapable of keeping to herself. At the last minute Nisha diverted her course and even though Tyl'ra tried to twist her head to meet the kiss it only briefly touched the corner of her mouth.<br/><br/>Tyl'ra was almost sobbing at the continued denial. The warrior was shaken to the core. Nisha was a soft outlander but had bested her. She had been reduced to helpless writhing and -begging-! The worst thing is that she no longer had the will to struggle for dominance. Right now all she wanted was for the teasing to stop. She wanted Nisha to take her over the edge and she growled in frustration that it was not happening. The growl dissolved into a choked sound that bordered on a sob. Nisha had simply removed her hand and displayed the glistening wetness clinging to it before she began to clean it. Shame burned in the elf again, only more so when the comment on her taste was added. She wanted to be angry, to throw the woman from the bed and storm off to collect her thoughts but even that fire died when skilled fingers tormented her nipple. Instead Tyl'ra's head she fell back in defeat.<br/><br/>Amber eyes sought out obsidian ones in an effort to discern what Nisha was planning but Tyl'ra had no idea until Nisha started to kiss her way down.<span style="color: darkorange">"I-I do not need a-a pet n-name." </span>She stammered, each kiss stoking the burning heat. The elf, used to the desert though she was, was sweating profusely which added to her frustration since Nisha did not seem to sweat at all. The shaking got worse and the elf's thighs weakly tried to pull together to block the tiefling.<span style="color: darkorange">"What are you doing Ni-sha? Y-you cannot... it is not right."</span>Clearly Tyl'ra had never had someone do what Nisha intended and it had thrown her off. Each little nibble at her inner thighs made Tyl'ra cry out and the hot breath teasing such sensitive flesh made her head spin.<br/><br/>Tyl'ra was about to tell Nisha to stop when Nisha picked that moment to strike. Her tongue lashed at the desert beauty's swollen petals and in seconds it signaled the end of Tyl'ra's ability to hold back. She shrieked like a banshee and thrashed impotently as the crest of pleasure that Nisha had built finally crashed down. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain and the elf clawed feebly at the bed as her whole body was wracked with convulsive spasms. It felt like something had been torn from her but also she felt a great sense of relief. She could feel how wet she was and only when her chest burned did she remember to breathe. It was a long time before she came back to herself. She felt even more weak and helpless then before and she sniffled softly when she realized that Nisha did not seem intent on stopping now<span style="color: darkorange">. "I-I... just need a moment Nisha."</span>Her voice was hoarse from screaming and the plea came out as barely a whimper.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>