As Bahiyya began to really work her captive's supple receptive skin, tamaska found herself fighting desperately not to give in. Her teeth bit her lip hard in an attempt to stifle the moans that threatened to spill out. Still she could not stop the ragged gasping of her breath and the way her body shivered. It all felt so good. Bahiyya's fingers were so soft and yet strong and able to find every spot that longed to be touched as the massage continued. Everywhere she caressed was left relaxed and tingling with the warmth of the elf's touch. Tamaska squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the sensations but it only seemed to bring them more sharply into focus. The scent of the sultry elf was intoxicating as she leaned into Tamaska's back, letting the writhing priestess feel the firm flesh of her perfect breasts.<br/><br/>The innocent priestess felt beads of perspiration break out on her heated skin. She did not know what was happening but she both wanted and feared it. This time Bahiya did urge another moan from tamaska's slender throat as she spoke, whispering hotly in her ear. The question was rhetorical and to Tamaska it sounded like a demand for supplication, a dark request to give into the very urges she was fighting against. Despite her mind screaming protests, the troll nodded. She knew that the elf would see through her lie. It was clear that the priestess was enjoying herself by the way she shook and the way her chest heaved, breasts straining against her stark white robes as she tried in vain to catch her breath. Small droplets of perspiration, glittering in the firelight, slid over the troll's flushed, blue skin. When Bahiyya's hand took a firm, possessive grip of her hip Tamaska tensed as the burning need settled in the pit of her stomach grew quickly more unbearable.<br/><br/>Tamaska's legs were shaking so badly as the elf kept up her tantalizing caress that she thought they would buckle any second. Again Bahiyya's voice slid over her and she blushed. She had not realized that she had spoken her mantra aloud but it was true, she had trouble beliveing the words herself anymore as she began to feel her undergarments getting wet. Again the question was asked and again she answered with a timid nod and a gasping moan as Bahiyya's hand slid around her slender stomach to pull the overwhelmed priestess back against the hot, welcoming touch of that hot elven body.<br/><br/>The light, tormenting way that Bahiyya nipped at tamaska's earlobe made her back arch hard. Her breasts strained invitingly against the front of her white robe as it clung, begining to become transparent, to the soft wet skin of the troll. The sound of Emberspike's voice made Tamaska jump, in the intensity of the moment, she had completely forgotten him. Th thought of Emberspike seeing her like this, panting and aching for the touch of a woman, squirming helplessly in her grasp, did make her feel a jolt of forbidden anticipation. All of this was becoming too much to bare. tamaska's head leaned back against Bahiyya's shoulder as the small elf's hand slid up her abdomen and over Tamaska's breast. Again, a soft plaintive moan tore free of her throat as Bahiyya's fingertips grazed her hard aching nipple. Another moan escaped, this one bordering on despair as the hand did not linger, instead slipping up to grip her chin lightly. All Tamaska could do was let her. Part of her still wanted to fight the woman off and run from the room but in was a small voice, easily drowned out in the clamor of her need. She kept her hands gripping her robe and gave in further to the desire she felt. She waited eagerly, barely breathing, for what was to happen next, wondering what Emberspike was up to.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>