Nymiri felt her heart pounding in her chest. Iseniel's body was so close that she could feel the other woman's body heat. The priestess' trembling hand came up to rub her neck where the blood Elf's handprint was still faintly noticeable. The heady mix of lust and fear had her head spinning and when those fel-green eyes settled on her she flinched. The wide grin spoke of the intent of the elf. From their previous encounters she knew that look did not bode well for her. Nymiri recalled that look on the other Elf's face when she had forced so many orgasms their the priestess that she had been reduced to a snivelling, shaking mess.<br/><br/>It was Iseniel's peculiar brand of gentle sadism that truly terrified the Night Elf. Aside from when she had taken her, forcing her shaft in farther and faster than was comfortable, and the recent hand around her throat Iseniel was fairly gentle. Perhaps that coaxing caress had just been the first taste in what would be increasingly harsh use of her body. She had no way of knowing and that only served to frighten her more.<br/><br/>The light touch drew the priestess' eyes from the door and she swallowed nervously. When the other elf told her to go for the door, she looked up nervously. It had to be a trap... Didn't it? Nymiri looked sheepish at having been caught thinking of escape. Still, she slowly slid out of bed on the opposite side that Iseniel stood and slowly moved to the door. Her eyes never left Iseniel's and she moved with careful caution, as if expecting a trick, an attack. "You promise you'll let me go..." She said suspiciously when she reached the door. Her hand reached out blindly for the knob and finally they broke eye contact as Nymiri turned to face the door, intent on flinging it open and running out in the night, screaming for the guards.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>