Those emerald eyes staring down at the sputtering elf and Iseniel's pleased sounds made Nymiri feel a flood of pride and arousal. She wanted to please the warlock and wanted to be pleased herself. She knew that she would have to work for her reward so she relaxed and obediently let her head be slid up and down the cock that pulsed against her slithering tongue. The tension growing in Iseniel was easy to discern and Nymiri only tightened her lips and sucked harder. She was desperate for her own release but knew that only the warlock could grant it so her efforts increased, pushing the warlock to cum for her. The idea of that gave her the illusion of power an a modicum of control, making her purr at the idea and sending vibrations through the shaft fully impaling her throat.<br/><br/>There was something urgent, desperate in the way those emerald eyes drank in her sullied form, kneeing obediently gagging around that rigid prick that made Nymiri even more frenzied in her actions, bobbing her head along the shaft no matter how much she gagged and gurgled. It was clear that the moment had come and she wanted to give Iseniel her best. The hands tugging her hair were met with resistance when they tried to pull back. The night elf would not admit defeat and it took a moment for the warlock to wrestle her back to where she wanted.<br/><br/>The priestess was still deeply under Alonya's compulsion and the feel of those hot succubus fingers teasing between her legs made Nymiri's eyes glaze over. She still lovingly sucked and locked at the head filling her mouth but she helplessly squirmed with each stroke of those nimble digits. Alonya's humid breath in her ear was so distracting that the first burst of thick cum flooding the but of her mouth almost made the night elf gag. She managed to swallow, but the next gushing spurt filling her mouth enough that her cheeks puffed out cutely. Nymiri's eyes watered but she kept swallowing, her mouth milking at the tip of Iseniel's cock determined not to spill a drop.<br/><br/>It was easier said then done with Alonya working her up. That hot breath and those dangerously skilled fingers had the submissive writhing, arching her back and whining between hard swallows. Watery eyes stared up at the blood elf, jealous of her orgasm, before the rolled back further. The touch against her aching sex was ethereal, just enough for Nymiri to even register the contact and she flooded with wetness. The mewling priestess shifted constantly, never letting her mouth lose contact with the cock still dribbling cum across her tongue, but seeking to increase the stimulation. Tears trickled over her cheeks when the frantic gyrations of her hips seemed ineffectual. Alonya mirrored her movements, keeping the touch light but moving to her pulsing clit, making her gasp, slurping at Iseniel's cock while she was held scant inches from her orgasm. Frothy bubbles of spit and cum slipped between the thick shaft and those soft lips when Nymiri cried out in frustration and need. It was torture and Nymiri could not stop herself. Muttered begging and whining escaped around the cock filling her mouth. Nymiri knew it was a long shot be just maybe Iseniel would grant her what she wanted more that anything else right now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>