Nisha was but a prisoner to the copious amount of pleasure she was feeling and Tyl’ra was her jailor, holding the key to her release. The tiefling’s own body buzzed, trills of pleasure ran up and down her spine as they mated and with each slow grind of Tyl’ras hips the woman could feel her testes tighten and threaten their looming release. It was animal and almost without rhythm or reason but it was perhaps the most perfect thing she had ever experienced. They were one like this and without a care for the world around them or the conventions of what Nisha’s society had established sex to be.<span style="color: blue">“Tyl’ra,</span>” She panted, her breath heavy and her eyes half-lidded with pleasure,<span style="color: blue">”s-so good.”</span><br/><br/>With her wrists pinned against the headboard she was powerless, powerless as Tyl’ras tight  tunnel embraced her member in its velveteen walls and seemed to milk her with each gyration of the woman’s hips. The swollen head of her prick ground deep inside of the elf, pressuring her at her deepest points and her girth spread the wild elf wide, the woman’s outher lips flowering lewdly around the root of her shaft as their mingled juices soaked both her heavy, round orbs and the sheets below them. Tyl’ra was not alone in her effort, however and despite the tiefling’s bondage she fought to pleasure her lover, head lolling back and her horns catching on the wooden headboard causing quite the ruckus. Her hips followed the rhythm Tyl’ra led and as teeth, lips and tongue assaulted the pale flesh of her heavy breasts Nisha rolled her ups upward under Tyl’ras weight. Her base and bare pubis ground against the woman’s engorged cliterous , her member once more kissing the deepest point of the savage elf.<br/><br/>The kiss came unexpectedly , ruining the balance of pleasure Nisha had tried to achieve and throwing off her own efforts to control her orgasm. The woman’s body tensed beneath the elf’s as the woman’s lips all but crushed against her own and their tongues twined, rejoicing each in the taste of their lover. When Tyl’ra at last pulled back she was finally winded, her pale and heavy chest heaving, her the tops of her breasts red from her lover’s wild affections and  her body was shaking beneath the savage beauty as she thought against the pleasure.<span style="color: blue">“So close…. So close, Tyl’ra…” </span>her voice was a low, husky whisper the woman’s beautiful obsidian eyes seeking her lover’s own amber pair, full of what looked like lust and genuine want for the woman.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long before the pleasure overwhelmed her , however and with a loud, feminine moan Nisha came once again. Her body seized in an instant, her horns once more crashing against the headboard with a dull clatter as her shaft swelled inside of the elf and her balls became tighter. Rope after gooey rope of her seed fired deep into the woman, her shaft twitching  with each silvery ribbon loosed. It was nowhere near as intense as her first orgasm given the intense lovemaking before but it was enough to fill Tyl’ra yet again and if she stayed still long enough she could feel the results seeping down her thigh, it’s warmth trickling down onto the sheets.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>