A soft purring noise emanated from Tamaska's mouth as she delved her tongue into the Mistress' clenching depths. She was not aware she was doing it at first, and blushed when she did. She could not help herself, she simply loved to please, it felt right and it was so delicious she could not stop right now if she wanted to. The troll's amber eyes stared up, taking in every moment of Bahiyya's pleasure and enjoying the view of her maul her own perfect breast.  The priestess felt the hand that remained on her head tugging her in even more insistently and drove her tongue in harder and deeper, letting her upper lips grind against the succubus' little pleasure button.  The reward she received was almost immediate and well worth her work.<br/><br/>Delicious wetness flooded across her tongue and the little blue-skinned troll's smooth ass squirmed more desperately to try and find something to grind against. The taste and smell of Bahiyya's release left Tamaska feeling high and painfully aroused. Her eyes lost focus as Bahiyya thrashed, arching her back and crying out in her own pleasure. It was all so good, especially the feel of Bahiyya's nethers still pressing tightly to her lips. After gouging furrows into the woodwork, the succubus' strong hand took a thankfully more gentle approach to gripping the troll's head and holding it in place as she simply ground out her pleasure on Tamaska's lips and tongue. Sadly, it could not last forever and as the passion wound down, Bahiyya collapsed back, panting and sweaty. Tamaska's neck, mouth and tongue ached for a break but she could not stop, Bahiyya was a taste that was bordering on addiction. Ever the obedient servant, Tamaska begin to slowly move the fingers she had completely forgotten about once Bahiyya's display of pleasure had begun and her tongue lapped lightly at the exposed skin, eager to clean every drop of moisture up.<br/><br/>Those amber eyes rolled to take in Emberspike as she gently suckled the throbbing little nub between her lips. She was careful not to be too hard, she was trying to show them just how good she had become in such a short time. Her backside would not quit moving in its attempt to reposition Emberspike's boot and he seemed to very much enjoy the way she writhed in a vain quest for her own enjoyment.  Those amber orbs that stared up at him seemed glassy and unfocused, like she was very drunk but they stayed on him as he spoke. Blood rushed to her cheeks at his comments but she had no rebuttal. The truth was hard to refute after all. She was in heat and at this point there would be little that she would not be willing to subject herself to if it meant her own release.<br/><br/>The way the imp smirked at her as he leered at her shaking body, she need was no secret to anyone in the coach. Of course it was obvious, with her shorts shoved to her knees her dripping nethers were fully displayed. She chided herself for forgetting such an obvious thing and then her blush deepened more still at remembering that the Baron was sitting directly behind her with a perfect view of her more intimate areas. In the heat of the moment she had managed to forget all about him. She could only nod at his comment. It was good that they had found her so she could be put to proper use, especially if it meant tasting more like her Mistress. The sweet, perfect taste of her was something she would have regretted not tasting all of her life. The formerly innocent priestess was becoming enslaved to the hedonism of her new life and she could not deny that she wanted it, badly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>