“Oh Tyl’ra. Maybe tomorrow you will fare better" Nisha's superior tone and confident smirk conspired to drive all thought but wanton submission from her mind. Those black eyes looking down at her and the feel of Nisha'sight weigh atop her sapped her will to fight. All Tyl'ra wanted right now was to lay back and let the teuing claim her prize. Lust clouded her usual competitive spirit. She needed relief and if she had to admit defeat then so be it. It was not as if she had much chance at this point. Sex was an arena where Nisha was the more experienced combatant. She could not handle the teasing anymore but had a feeling Nisha would only be encouraged to drive her more wild anyway.<br/><br/>It was obvious that Nisha's own enjoyment fuelled her actions when she roughly tugged down the Elf's leather shorts to bear her. The sound of Nisha's pleased noise at the sight only served to underline her own rapid breathing. Tyl'ra flushed again when the shorts were cast aside. It was her turn to stare up at someone leering over her squirming, painfully aroused body. In a sense it seemed poetic justice for when she had so recently done it to the Tiefling. She just hoped that she would be allowed the release she craved. The insistent throbbing of Nisha's cock against her and the frustrating half kiss made her certain that this revenge would come with interest. She certainly felt that she would be paying.<br/><br/>The touch had been expected ever since the shorts had been removed but it still caught her off guard. She did not expect just how soft her fingers felt when they teased her slick flesh. A breathless cry fell from her lips and Tyl'ra arched her back to press against Nisha's body. Her breasts ground against the more ample and pale breasts of her attackerer. The Elf's growl of desperate frustration at her opening being ignored morphed into a shriek of pleasure accompanied by violent spasms. Nisha was attacking her clit and it stole her breath. Tyl'ra did not know what to do. It was nothing like she was used to. It was not the way sex was handled. Usually it was rough and either involved much alcohol or heavy assertion of dominance. There was no foreplay, simply rutting until one of both finished. Nisha was the first person to ever take the time to truly explore her and feeling strangely helpless. She had nothing to fight against nor any weapons to fight with. All she was reduced to was squirming and obeying.<br/><br/>The command was simple but timed for a devastating effect. What Nisha wanted was for her to beg. She was required to spell out her own sexual demise. She was to debase herself simply for Nisha's amusement. Immediately Tyl'ra clenched her jaw and bit her lip, determined not to give even as those obsidian eyes watched with amusement. Her token resistance was undone in mere seconds of her already aching clit being more vigorously attacked. Hard jerked of Tyl'ra's hips were accompanied by a stream of gasped elven cursing and it was easy to see her shame. "Please Ni-sha, I cannot take this I need relief. You need to make me..." Her voice trailed off and her amber eyes looked up pleading. "Please... With your fingers or your sh-shaft or even that thrice-cursed tail of yours. I need it. Please!" It may not have been lewd to Nisha's standard but the torn, pouting expression and the open-ended invite to the Elf's athletic body were both appealing as well.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>