Nisha was definitely fast but Tyl’ra was all the faster, on the tiefling faster than her obsidian eyes could track. The tiefling in the dizzying excitement, confusion and admitted… arousal of it all vaguelt felt hands along her back , strong arms supporting her soft form and what felt like fingers rubbing so gently at the base of her tail. That was what she was waiting for! Her hips rolled in time with the contact as sat straddling Tyl’ras lap. Her pace was frantic and her heart thundering as she focused on nothing but contact with Tyl’ra and the arms around her.<br/><br/><br/>That was of course until the teeth clamped down around the flesh of her neck, causing the tiefling to pause mid-roll of her hips, back arched in an impossibly serpentine angle and her fingers caught up in the tresses of the desert elf’s hair, savoring the texture of it against her fingers. Her shirt strained with her breathing, breasts heaving along with it and threatening to undo that final lace. It was simply torturous  and oh so arousing to see Tyl’ra go from scared lover to pouncing beast in an instant. The teeth at her neck and the wet tongue flicking against her pristine white skin bought the elf a lewd little moan from the teifling, her hips rolling one more time as the pulse against her lover’s tongue kept strong and fast.<br/><br/><br/>Tyl’ra would notice aside from her heartbeat that the tiefling a little like she smelled, sweet against the tongue from whatever she’d bathed in before she arrived in on Athas. It was distilled from fruits the elf had likely never seen before and would never see. It was sweet and overwhelming and oh so Nisha just like the little whimper and purring rumble that came from the tiefling as her lover yanked back her head by those thick black tresses and growled in her ear. Fingers strained  harder in Tyl’ras hair and the tiefling shivered slightly at the words. Would she really be marked as Tyl’ras? It really did not seem that bad of a fate to her.<br/><br/><br/>She had no time to voice herself however between the sweet fingers trailing at the sensitive base of her tail and the lips playing at the hollow of her neck there was little time to speak between the delicious little gasps and fawning moans the elf earned with her ministrations. The woman’s tail was tight around her lover’s waist and her body shaking when their lips met and for a brief instant everything went white. Had she wanted it that bad?! When her mind came back to her the tiefling felt the elf’s soft lips pressed against her own, the woman’s thicker tongue eagerly assailing hers in a very one sided duel that ended with the horned woman’s tongue prostrating to Tyl’ras own. When the kiss broke the only reminder left of the passionate joining was a gossamer thin trail of spittle that glimmered between their lips, joining them until the passionate elf spoke and it broke. A squeak came when her lover leaned in and bit her lip, the tiefling nodding at the woman she so desired. “ I think you should mark me..” She said breathlessly, biting her lower lip and trying to rock those wide hips of her against Tyl’ras own again in vain with the hand in her hair holding her at an awkward angle that only increased her desperation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>