Allura's nails dug into the soft flesh of Inyrra's perfectly rounded and plump rear, her other hand too busy drawing frantic and furious circles, tweaks and strokes across her clit, her face pushing into Inyrra deeper, her tongue exploring more. Allura needed her. She was close herself. Close with the excitement of giving this beautiful creature a piece of the heaven she only knew from her god. Allura wanted her to feel that perfection at this very moment. So her nails dug in. Her tongue drove in and wiggled, her fingers rubbed and twirled. Allura needed to taste the secret flavors of Inyyra and to own her, to make Inyrra her's in their hearts.<br/><br/>Her shoulders pressed against her legs, forcing her against the wall. She wanted Inyrra to know her place, regardless of whether she expected it from this priestess or not. She felt the rise of that power within her as she leaned forward and put her weight against her, driving her face and tongue even deeper. Finally, the depravity of the inner desires of Allura took over as her finger slowly began to crawl towards the center of the luscious soft pillows of her rump, her finger already slick from her own juices when she, unbeknownst to Inyrra, began fondling her own lips below as her mouth feasted on Inyrra's nethers, and found her tight ring to push into. Allura was willing to do anything to send Inyrra over the edge and to taste, drink and consume her juices.<br/><br/>Allura wanted to climb over the edge with her. To feel that edge consume her just as it will consume Inyrra. She knew that this might not occur right now but if she made this a special experience enough for Inyrra, maybe, just maybe, Inyrra would show her. Inyrra would share it with her.<br/><br/>Allura's tongue drove in as deep, as stiff and as wiggling as it would let her, along with her finger doing the same to her other hole that wasn't meant for that direction of travel.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>