The world had become lost in a blur between Nisha and Tyl’ra. The tiefling moved with the savage woman each rough thrust deep into the heated core of the elf rewarded by the wild arching of her lover’s back and the sensation of a smaller pair of breasts pressing against her more ample own. It was an intense  and dizzying moment they had gotten lost in, an exchange of passion known to only them that Nisha wanted to truly get lost in forever if she simply could.<br/>Mewling moans pour forth from the tiefling’s lips as she breaks the seal they had formed against the sensitive flesh of Tyl’ra’s neck –where she had marked the elf’s skin just like her own had been marked. There would surely be a small but noticeable bruise there later… just as it should be. Nisha was Tyl’ras but Tyl’ra could not escape being hers so easily. The thought- combined with the intensity of their lovemaking and the sudden oncoming of her lover’s orgasm was what finally undid Nisha.<br/><br/>As velveteen walls seized down upon her shaft and drew lingering moans from the tiefling she fought to last- to last for Tyl’ra. Her forehead pressed close to the other woman’s and she smiled back at her, not realizing in the heated moment that this was perhaps the most unguarded expression she had ever seen on her lover’s face. Nisha’s thighs shake, her body trembles and her hands find Tylra’s hips and angle them up, lifting them off the sheets while keeping those long and lissome legs around her to intensify the angle of penetration. Her thrusts become sloppy but go all the deeper in the new position, each har contact of their hips making the tiefling groan in pleasure before finally their hips met one last time and her whole body seemed to tense at once. The thick shaft in Tyl’ra swelled and then finally began to pulse as it Nisha experienced her own orgasm.<br/><br/>Rope after stick rope of seed releases deep into Tyl’ra, the tiefling’s own intense orgasm lasting for many seconds before at last it stops and her body all seems to relax at once.  She did not withdraw from her lover, at least not yet. Her forehead remains pressed closed and she enjoys the feeling of the filled elves’ walls close around her still somewhat hard length. The sorceress’ obsidian eyes flutter open and she smiles once more, finally taking in the beautiful subtle curve of Tyl’ra’s lips for the first time; sweat was visible beading down Nisha’s brow.<span style="color: blue"> “ There is what I wanted to see .” <br/>
</span>The statement is punctuated by a deep kiss, a slow and content one with some underlying need still behind it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>